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Punch-Out Love

Artwork by @guruan

FIGHT NIGHT

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You're lucky enough to score ring-side seats at a boxing match on Friday night. Getting the best view in the house of boxing champion: Miguel O'Hara.

Word count: 1,500

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You know fuck all about boxing.

About the only thing you know about the sport was from the glimpses you caught watching scratched up old recordings of Muhammed Ali fights on the boxy mini-tv of your old childhood friend's house.

It always seemed barbaric. The practice of watching two human beings beat the shit out of each other for spectator's entertainment. It seems like something that was better left in the Ancient Roman times. Have we all human beings as a society, really not come further some 2,000 years later?

Your bestie used to get mad at you for this. Constantly defending the sport from your criticism, because (according to him) it's not just about smashing each other's faces in. Supposedly, there's an art to the sport. Boxers are taught to respect their opponents and adhere to the principles of good sportsmanship. It takes great mental discipline, dedicated work and years of hard and punishing training to master boxing.

You never saw any of that in the matches he showed you. All you saw were two men needlessly being hurt, sustaining brain damage for rich people's enjoyment.

Then again, he was more than a little bit biased, considering it was his dream to go pro one day. Tall and gangly, with his scrawny antelope legs, thick-rimmed glasses and big-ass braces, he looked like he couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, much less another person. You never understood how exactly he thought he was going to make it as a boxer.

But you never found it in you to burst his unrealistic bubble when he used to point at the screen excitedly, drawing your attention to Ali's footwork and the artistry in it. 

"It's like he's dancing," he used to say.

Except dancing is done with swelling music in the background. In dancing you often have a partner. It's an embrace. It's gentle and kind.

Boxing... was not that.

So you don't know how you managed to find yourself in the ringside seats of a local boxing match on a Friday evening, staring up at the boxing ring with the glaring ring lights shining into your eyes.

"Aren't these seats amazing?" Jess shouts excitedly over the familiar lyrics of ‘We Will Rock You' being belted out by Freddy Mercury on the loudspeaker.

You smile, and nod, because boxing-fan or not, she's right, these are some amazing seats. And considering you didn't have to pay a dime for them, personal aversions aside, you're never going to turn down free stuff.

Jess' husband tested positive for covid at the last minute, and you're the only one in your social circle that is anti-social and single enough to not have any plans on a Friday evening.

On the monitors above you, the menacing headshots of the two fighters swish into view.

"The first guy is an old reigning champ," she explains to you, as she leans in, shouting into your eardrums (and yet you can still barely make out what she's saying over the music). "The challenger is some new kid on the block. Has an amazing track record. Zero losses in the season. He's something else."

You look up at the gigantic screen, at the sharp cut cheeks, strong thick brows and the intense pitched brown eyes staring down at you.

Angry looking dude.

...Handsome too.

With a face like that, surely he could've gone into other careers. Calvin Klein model, movie star, or a news anchor. You wonder what makes a guy voluntarily have his face bashed in for money as a career.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a loud booming voice announces from the stage.

You jump in your seat from the suddenness, as you see a bald and overly formal dressed announcer in the middle of the ring. 

"Welcome to the electrifying boxing showdown of the century! Are you ready to witness some knockout action tonight?"

The crowd around you cheers with a pandemonium of shouting and whistling.

"Introducing our first fighter, a true hometown hero! With an impressive record of 20 wins, 15 by knockout, and only 2 losses, standing at 6'3 feet, and weighing in at 340 pounds of determination and strength, give it up for ‘the Knockout King’ Bobby Kane!"

You watch as the reigning champion walks down the tunnel to the midst of adoring cheers as he waves and gestures at the crowd like royalty.

Every inch the king that he is nicknamed, he jumps over the rope and stands tall and proud over the ring.

The man is huge, bulging with almost grotesque muscles. He's so large that you almost expect each of his steps to send a reverberation throughout the hall, as if this was Jurassic Park and he's a T-Rex.

"Now, entering the ring with the confidence of a warrior, fighting out of the red corner, with 15 wins, 10 by knockout, and no losses, standing at an astounding 6 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 310 pounds of raw power, let's hear it for tonight's challenger, ‘Steel Jaw’ Miguel O'Hara!"

Wait what? You do a double take at the announcement. Six foot nine?!?! What kind of giant is that?

From the far corner of the hall, you see his silhouette emerge, and your eyes go wide at the sight of him. Tall doesn't even begin to describe him. 

There's a 200 year oak tree at Central Park, and with the shadow this man casts, you think their height must be nearly comparable. If you thought the Knockout King was tall, the "King" is practically tiny compared to this challenger.

You watch, as the man with cheeks so sharp they mind as well be blades (and god never has a nickname made more sense to you) as he strides towards the stage. He reaches the rope and barely even has to climb over it with how tall he is.

He's leaner than his predecessor. Every inch of him is cut muscles and tanned gorgeous skin as he stands in front of you. His presence is electric. The air crackles where he stands, towering over the stage.

You swear that his towering height blocks out the ring lights with it, casting the stage in the darkness of his tall shadow.

Somehow, he's even prettier in person compared to the still image of him blown up and plastered on the big screen. Soft brown curls and pouty lips. You don't understand in what world a man like that is a professional fighter.

From this distance, with the way that the light refracts from his irises, his eyes almost glow with a scarlet red that takes your breath away as you look up at him and meet his eyes.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was staring at you.

The bell rings out, but he's not looking away. The intensity you find there is enough to make you swallow your tongue. Your face prickles with heat and for several long moments you forget to breathe, until the air seems to thin around you and your vision starts to swim.

Then he turns to face his opponent.

You're not quite sure where to look. There's so much happening at once. For his size, Miguel O'Hara is surprisingly deft on his feet. His footwork is somehow both unpredictable yet intentional all at once.

The King throws a strong punch, as he lunges forward, after his tall opponent. But O'Hara dodges them seemingly without effort. It's followed by punches so quick, the movements blur together.

Strike after strike. The King is giving it his all. But none of it properly connects. With every failed hit, you can see him growing increasingly more frustrated.

Your heart is in your lungs, and despite how close you are to the stage, you almost want to get up from your seat for a closer look.

Safe as you are behind the ropes, adrenaline rushes through your veins with a fury. You can't recall the last time you felt this ecstatic about... well, anything.

With each punch O’Hara dodges, you feel yourself lurch back in your seat, trying to dodge the punch with him.

It's titillating.

Exciting.

O'Hara's movements are precise and honed with intention despite the ferocity in his movements. Each one is measured and intricate and if you didn't know any better you'd almost call it graceful.

You think back to those moments in your childhood friend's home, and his excited words buzz in your ears now. For the first time ever you finally understand what he had meant.

It is like a dance.

Before you, O’Hara's eyes cross over in your direction and for a split of a second, you swear your eyes connect again. His gaze holds you there, pinned to your seat, and excitement shoots through the entirety of your spine until you feel lightheaded from the attention.

Then he finally steps forward, no longer evading.

It's brutal and efficient.

An uppercut that connects cleanly to his opponent's jaw.

Spit and blood flies out from the man's mouth, the flabby flesh of his cheek vibrating from the impact as he lands on the floor with an ear-shattering thud.

Then the guy is out.

Barely even eight minutes in. 

There's a stunned and shocked silence. The crowd seems both enthralled and disappointed at how fast it all went. On the ring floor, you can practically see the circle of cartoon birds flying above the defeated King's head.

You may not know anything about boxing, but you know that this man is not getting up anytime soon, no matter how far the referee counts.

Tearing your eyes away from the motionless body splayed out on the ground elevated above you, you can see the victor towering menacingly over the body.

But Miguel O'Hara isn't even looking at his defeated opponent

No, his eyes are staring straight into the sea of awestruck spectators. Except he’s not looking at them.

He's looking at you.

~ Next.

Author's note: What's that you say? CiCi wtf are you doing starting another series when you already got one going on? ... Idek man. But I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a blast writing it, smut will ensue in later chapters I promise!

Dedications and Credits: Buckle up it's gonna be a big one!

Firstly to @guruan when I say she's my muse THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! Look at that beautiful artwork. I am drooling into my panties. I am crying between my legs. I am so damn horny! I cannot thank this amazingly talented genius enough. Please please give this wonderful brilliant human your love by following her, and drop by her KO-FI SHOP cause the art this woman bless us with is UN-fucking-REAL

Then to @djarinsbeskar who put this idea into my head. In my mind she is the OG Boxer AU champion and mastermind. If you are in the mood for more boxing content, she has a wonderful, devastatingly sexy series Boxer!Din AU that is just woof woof bark bark.

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Temptation

Chapter 5 -> Chapter 6

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

You didn’t react quite fondly when you were given the news. Weddings usually took months, sometimes years to plan out and this man had given you a month? On top of that he decided to drag the day to an earlier date, that being this Saturday? He had told you this the morning after you guys had guest come over. He laid in bed shirtless as he had his hands intertwined behind his head. The words come out of his mouth like if it was nothing serious.

You looked at him shocked trying to process if this was a joke or not. There’s no way he could move the date to be so soon. You waited for him to laugh and say he was kidding but that never quite happened.

“So you just moved the date on your own accord? Why didn’t you come and talk to me about it?” you sit up.

“you would of said no, its fine sweetheart, I promie everything will be set. Including informing everyone about the new date. Just worry about lookin pretty on the wedding day.”

He didn’t break his promise, you did not need to lift a single finger ever since that day. Now you at infront of a vanity as you had multiple women working on your hair and makeup. You could almost not even recognize yourself in all this fancy stuff. Yuta had really orgized this in a few days? He even invited everyone you had planned to attend. He didn’t miss a single detail that you specified had told him you wanted.

Looking into the mirror you could see Yuta enter through the doors quietly. That was odd, shouldn’t he be getting ready? From the looks of it he was only half ready seeing that his button down was lazily tucked in and the colar was popped up. His bowtie was missing and his hair had yet to be tamed.

You pretended to have not noticed him yet and waited for him to make his first move. Hes an odd person when you think about it. He likes to walk into places I noticed. He’s always trying to find out information about anyone he reads on the news. He sleeps with a gun next to him. While you guys take strolls you notice how people move to the opposite side of the sidewalk from you guys. How people shake his arm or bow at him when they pass by. The fact that you’re not allowed in his study. The way he analyzes you before speaking.

Stepping insdie the ladies scurried right out the door one behind the other. You then feel something cold touch your neck as you’re half way to turning to look at him.

He slowly turned you back around so you could face yourself in the mirror. Averting your eyes to your neck you notice that the cold object that was touching you was a neckless. One that seemed to be made out of diamond’s and pearl’s.

“sorry I just wanted to give you a small gift to wear for today.” He said as he clipped it in the back. “you look stunning.” He kisses your neck before taking a step back.

You looked at him with thankful smile in the mirror.

“I also wanted to tell you something, well I don’t know if I should say something like this right before our wedding.” He laughs as he rubs the back of his neck.

“well say it now or forever hold your silence.” You joked

“well I guess your right about that huh?” He get more comfortable with you and approaches you again. Resting his hand on your shoulder. “If anyone objects during the ceremony, I will decapitate them and send each of their body parts back to their parents house every time we celebrate our yearly anniversary.” Yuta whispers as he grabs a lose strand of your hair, he slowly brought  it up to his face and inhaled it. You look at him in the mirror not knowing how to respond to something like that. “Haha…I was obviously kidding, anyways ill see you at the alter, cant wait to be able to call you mine.” He said before walking out the door.

Everything was happening too fast. Was it normal to feel this way? Was it normal to feel sick? For your plams to be sweaty? Was it normal to see so many men in suites standing with you by the door? Was it normal for them to have guns in their hands? People standing there watching you as if you were going to run away. Seeing medical staff standing on the side of the building.

In the blink of an eye you watch as the double doors open in front of you. The music starts playing as you stood there frozen. This was really happening right now. You were going to get married to a guy you met not too long ago. An average girl would be thrilled about having such an eventful thing but your heart dropped. Looking inside at the crowed that turned to face you made you want to walk away. On the left side was your family and everybody else you’ve invited. On the right was Yutas side, they all consisted of men and a few females but what they all had in common was big guns that rested in their hands. You stood there frozen not wanting to move an inch but someone nudged your shoulder.

Turning around you see your dad looking at you with an expressionless face. He grabs your hand and puts it around his arm. The wedding music started to get louder once you were made to walk down. All eyes were on you, you could feel how they followed along. You could hear whispers and laughs. You and your dad didn’t exchange any looks in the process of him walking you down. Finally reaching the alter you dad lets go of you and takes his leave.

Yuta stood infront of you wearing his nice black suite. Not only that but a gun in his hand that he kept playing with the safety lock. He looks up at you with such a kind smile. One you were doubting was real at this point.

Father began talking after everyone settled down. He pulled out his book and started speaking. Going on and on about marriage. You looked down at Yuta’s watch, watching the seconds go by slowly. For some odd reason it felt like you were finally self aware of everything. This wasn’t normal at all..

As the father went on and on about what marriage was, you could feel the palm’s of your hand’s begin to sweat. You know that gut feeling you get when something bad it going to happen? Well yea you were feeling it and you felt like puking. You must of looked like you were having a hard time because Yuta gave you a supportive smile.

Finally reaching the end you felt relieved after what seemed like hours.

"If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest says taking a pause.

Yuta turned around toward the people with a smile plastered on his face. Hand reaching to grab the pistol that he neatly shoved into his waist band a while ago. Clearly waiting to see if anyone dared to object. Everyone remained seated with a nervous look.

"Y/n do you take Yuta to be your husband, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do"

"Yuta, do you take y/n to be your wife, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do"

The both of you exchange wedding rings and bands as you state your vows.

"Yuta and y/n , having witnessed your marriage vows in the eyes of God and before all who are assembled here, by the authority invested in me by the State of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride!"

Loud music starts playing as Yuta pulled you right in kissing you so passionately. His hands having a firm grip on your waist almost as if he thought you would run away. His lips devouring yours instantly making you feel dazed. Letting go he grabbed your hand and walked you down the aisle. People clapped and cheered as you guys walked. Reaching the end you look at Yuta with a happy look.

"Did I miss it?!" You hear someone yell.

Turning to the left you see your best friend running in. He was drenched in sweat from running in a tuxedo. You were shocked to see him like this and to know he missed everything. He was a man your size that you’ve been friends with since childhood. He had such fair skin, blond hair, and his eyes glowed green when he was in the sun.

"Fuck, don’t tell me I’m late?! I was going to object! PLEASE PRIEST!" He begged father who was still standing at the alter.

Before he could say anything else you watch in horror as Yuta pulls a gun out and shoots him three times in the chest. You let out a scream unknowingly as you watch him drop onto the floor.

"What a waste of oxygen." Yuta rolls his eyes. "At least your already dressed nicely for your funeral." Yuta snickers as he walks over you best friends lifeless body.

He tugs your arm but you don’t seem to move. You were in such a state of shock that your body no longer seemed to function. Letting out a heavy sigh he picks you up so easily and carries you to the car in bridal style. Placing you in the front he leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"You killed him…" you look at his with watery eyes.

"Oh, did you want him that bad? Should I of shot myself instead so you could lived happily? Because it seems like you love that man more than me." Yuta grabs his gun and faces it towards him.

"No!" You yell, "that’s not what im trying to say! I just… why did you have to kill him?" You say

"Because his death wouldn’t of been so nice if my men did it." Yuta slams your door.

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Yuta was annoyed, not only because he was doing all of this but because someone was actually going to object. That would mean that they would have to restart the ceremony but since the father had a busy schedule then it would mean that he would have to plan another wedding. He just hated the thought of his plans being ruined.

Thankfull Yuta had made his men do research on each person on your guest list. When he found out that you had a guy best friend he took it upon himself to hand deliver the invitation.

The guy lived in the slums making Yuta doubt that he would object a wedding. From the looks of it he wouldn’t be able to afford a wedding. Nor would he be able to afford your life style. Yuta also didn’t think you would lower status to be with one from the slums. Then again you were a idiot.

He wait’s by the front after he nocks at the old wooden door. It took a few second for the malnourished twink to answer the door. Yuta couldn’t help but look at him up and down in a judgmental way.

"Im here to invite you to y/n’s wedding, she wants you to be there." Yuta says.

The man look taken aback almost as if Yuta just told him that’s his parents died.

"She’s getting married?!" He says

His reaction didn’t seem good. He definitely had to do something about this.

"Yes, to me. Also there was an error during the printing stage. It’s supposed to start at twelve not end at twelve. Have a good day." Yuta says as he turned around.

Obviously if he did have bad intentions then Yuta gave him the wrong time. If he didn’t then oh well.

The second that man even mentioned stopping the wedding in front of Yuta he decided he would kill him on the spot. He didn’t have time for a boy like him to fill your gullible head with ideas.

Yuta and the group on men that followed right behind him entered an outside venue he had rented out. He made you pull yourself together in the car on your own. You were a mess on way here, sobbing, whining and you would punch him occasionally. He let you hit him to take your anger out on him but he made sure you wouldn’t hit him face. You eyes were in so much pain and you sight was blurry. So blurry you couldn’t enjoy the sight of the event. You had designed and helped decorate this area.

He could appreciate creativity and good work but what he couldn’t was the attitude you were currently giving him. You ignored him everytime he would try to talk to you. He left you alone here and there but would come back for another attempt.

"Y/n the guest are wondering where my wife is." Yuta says annoyed. He opens your car door and cups your face. "Look, I’m sorry sweetheart but I had to. Did you know that man was working with the people that are harassing your dad?" Yuta makes you look at him.

You stay silent.

Letting a sigh out he pulls you out the car and fixes your dress. He whips your tears away and helps you fix your makeup. When he was done he turned around and you notice a tall man behind him.

"Y/n this is my cousin Gojo." Yuta present’s someone to you.

Your breath hitches as you see the pin he was wearing on his collar. It’s exactly like the one Yuta has at home. Does this mean he is the CEO of the Gojo franchises? The man was pretty tall and had such interesting features. This was the first man Yuta had even bothered to call family.

"Hello," you say trying to not cry anymore from what happened not too long ago.

"Aw, where you crying pretty girl? Did Yuta do something mean to you?" He says getting closer.

You look up at Yuta who rolled his eyes. You end up shaking your head not wanting to make the situation worst.

"No need to lie, I know him like the back of my hand. Now tell me what did he do so I can scold him." Gojo looks back at Yuta.

You hesitated but when were you going to get the chance to rant about such thing. "Well…he killed my best friend in front of me after the ceremony!" You squeeze your dress from the sides hoping it would help contain yourself.

Gojos eyes widen, obviously he had that you were crying over a small issue. "Yuta at least do it the day after the wedding! It this woman’s special day! You just ruined it for her, poor girl." He mumbled as he tried to comfort you with a hug.

"I’ll take that into consideration for next time her friends try to get into our relationship." Yuta pulls Gojo away from you. He dragged him to a quiet corner of the party and pushed him against the tree.

"What the hell are you doing? She’s going to be gone by tomorrow if you keep this up." Gojo puts his arm on Yutas shoulder

"She’s not going anywhere," Yuta shrugs his hand off and walks away.

"The purpose of this was for you to fall in love! Not for you to just have your god damn offspring." Gojo says.

Walking to the opposite side of the party he pulls out a Cigar. He felt like he needed to release all this pent up frustration. He felt like it wouldn’t end until this party was over. If it were up to him he wouldn’t of done this but you were begging him for a after party. Patting his pockets he realizes that he didn’t put a lighter on him. Letting out a loud sigh he throws his head back.

"I was surprised you invited me." He hears a man speak.

Great, just what he needed, another person to talk to. Yuta looks towards there direction and sees it Fushiguro, the head of the Zenin clan. He had decided to invite him to the after party for his own benefit. If he was able to befriend him then business would be booming for Yuta. He gives Fushiguro a pleasing smile and extends his arm out for a handshake. The man glady took it with a firm grip.

"We’re in the same industry, thought it would be nice to make friends. I’m not really part of the Zenin and Gojo drama as you can in the name." Yuta says pointing at the welcome sigh that showed his last name on it.

"Yea, Iv been trying to fix this mess ever since I became the head. Glad you invited me, hopefully we can make a better future for our families." Fushiguro smiles.

Pulling a lighter from his pocket he flick it on and puts it under Yutas gaze. Yuta immediately put’s the tip of his cigar over the flame and watched as it started to burn. “Yea, let’s do that."

The party went smoothly as it was planned. No other interferences happened thank god. You dragged him around the party forcing him to do idiotic wedding traditions. You guys took an annoying amount of photos and ate too many sweets. To anyone this would be a dream, to Yuta it was a nightmare. All he needed to do was go home and sleep.

"Would it kill you to smile?" Inumaki says as he passes Yuta a glass of wine.

Accepting the kind gesture he brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of it. Once he smells the exact brand he pours it onto the grass. You would never catch him drinking such wine. It was unfortunate his wife belonged to the family that founded this company.

"You know it, how was your vacation?" Yuta grumbles.

If it were up to Yuta then Inumaki wouldn’t have taken a last minute trip. That’s why the sucker straight up left without informing him. He had to find out from his men that Inumaki had just boarded a flight.

"Splendid, can’t believe you’re married. I mean common you with a female? She seems feisty too." Inumaki smirks.

They were both currently watching as you were trying to stop your uncle from taking another shot.

"You’ve seen me deal with the biggest mob bosses in the states. You’ve seen me kill people with my bare hands. Iv taken two gunshot and still managed to survive and your worried that a girl like her will ruin me? I don’t know whether to feel insulted or not." Yuta looks at him amused.

"I know you, she’s going to humble you well. Ah speaking of look she’s coming here with a piece of cake." Inumaki says.

You show up infront of Yuta and hover a spoon full of cake near his mouth. As he opens his mouth to decline you decide to shove the spoon deep into his mouth. You hear him gag and forcibly swallowed the cake.

"Why you little b-"

"Mrs. Okkotsu! So nice to meet you, my name is Inumaki. We’ll be seeing each other more often than you think." Inumaki cuts in before his boss could blow up on you.

If he knew Yuta correctly then he knew he had an image to keep up. That is until you guys get home, then he’s probably going to drop the mister nice act. Inumaki would say that he wasn’t a horrible person at all, he was just cold. He likes when things go his way, he likes silence, and order.

After the party Yuta dragged his feet inside. You made him carry each gift. While you didn’t help at all, because how could he possibly make you lift up anything with those delicate hands. Dropping everything onto the floor he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the room with him.

He had made sure to tell his men to be back in duty by tonight. They should be guarding right at the entrance doors of his house by now. This letting him be able to let his guard down and to complete his duty as your husband for tonight. Shutting the door behind him he throws you on the bed.

He could see as your innocent eyes widen as they realize what’s about to happen.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

[ltwilliammowett]

Pirate drinks

My dear lads and ladies, Christmas is just around the corner and most of the time the relatives you'd rather see from behind than from the front arrive. And so that you can endure the whole thing loaded to the gunn'ls, here are a few nice drinks that pirates have enjoyed. But don't complain afterwards if you think your living room has a swell.

Rumfustian the classic pirate drink contains cinnamon, nutmeg, raw egg, sugar, beer, gin and sherry (just no rum) to taste and then mix well and heat up. Then the whole thing really pops again (preferably drink when politics comes up and the old men think they know everything better or have to listen to the old war stories again and again, only that the weapons or the opponents become more numerous with each repetition 🙄).

Or can it be a tankard of hipsy? Mix an amalgam of wine, water, brandy and sugar and enjoy. Unfortunately I don't have a complete recipe so I recommend just try and error. Or how about a Bumboo (also called Bumbo ?) Mix rum with water, sugar and nutmeg as you like and off you go. Also works well with a Rumbo, a half and half mix of rum with water and sweetened with crude sugar. Dog's nose is also good, simply mix beer with gin (ale and rum also works, but only among friends, the stuff is not without) Flip is also very popular, mix a small beer with rum or brandy or both, sweeten with sugar and then drink warm. According to legend, you can also drink like Blackbeard, simply flavour rum with gunpowder and light it. - It's nice that the drink is also just a legend, we should all please keep our hands off it. So I think that's enough for now, I wish you lots of fun mixing and a merry christmas.

And a little disclaimer at this point - I'm not a Christmas hater, I just don't like my relatives.

[xo-urban]

I'm not sure if I made the request correctly.. Could you write "Soap", "Ghost" and "Alejandro" with a flirtatious male reader? I would like obscenity, but I'm not forcing it. :)

❤️

I did my best! I suck at writing flirting so I apologize 😭 AND I LITERALLY CANT FIND A PHOTO FOR THIS 💀

Heartstrings

Pairings: John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Male Reader, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader, Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader

Summary: You got dared by your dear friend Gaz to go mess with the hearts of the ones that got eyes for you.

Warnings: Intended Sexual Actions with Consent, Really bad flirting(?)

Word count: 974

You were bored all day, sitting in a small lounge room with Gaz. “Got anything to do Gaz?” You groaned, rubbing your eyes with a hand, you weren’t tired, otherwise you would’ve already been passing time napping, and you didn’t feel like working out either.

Gaz looked up at you, a playful smirk on his lips, “Why not pull some heartstrings today? It’s always a great time.. usually..” Gaz snickered. “Heartstrings ey?” You thought aloud, rubbing your chin in a way. “Course! Some men around here are just dying for your attention if you haven’t noticed, there’s been some competition.” Gaz laughed, leaning back in his seat with a thump. “You’ve got to be kidding me, give me names and I’ll play that sick game of heartstrings” You smirked, “Game on!”

——

“First stop..” You murmured, knocking on Soap’s door, you waited a moment, respectfully waiting. According to Gaz, Soap was head over heels for a man like you, almost tripping over his own feet every time he saw you. “Come in.” His rough voice answered from behind the door. You welcomed yourself in with a smile, shutting the door behind you. Soap hadn’t realized who it was that entered so he just continued on with his paperwork. “Paperwork huh?” You hummed, taking a seat on his desk, Soap eyed you before looking up at your face, eyes softening and a smile growing onto his face. “Yeah.. better with you around here” Soap spoke with a small chuckle.

“Why do the paperwork when you have me around here? Would’ve dropped my plans for a pretty man like you.” You snickered lowly as red began to seep into Soap’s cheeks. “Need to get it done..” Soap grumbled. “C’mon, you’re a handsome man, yet you’re wasting energy on bothersome work instead of the fine men and ladies all around” You smirked as he got more red, Soap surely does like the compliments.

He pushed his stuff to the side, sliding himself over to you, wrapping his arms around your hips as he face planted into your waist, lifting up your shirt slightly to kiss your scars, the warmth of his lips making you whine.

“Gonna waste the rest of it on someone like you, because god you’re so distracting..”

——

You stumbled out of Soap’s room, clothes a little disheveled with a sly smile, straightening your posture before walking to the lounge, seeing Gaz still sitting there with a book now. “Soap down, two more to go” You grinned, “Get em boy!” Gaz laughed as you walked off.

——

You seemed to have forgotten what you’ve got yourself into, seemingly lost in thought as you walked down the hallway. You almost fell back as you bumped into someone, if it wasn’t for the arm that snaked around your waist in seconds to catch you, you would’ve hit the ground and the two of you could’ve gotten a nice laugh out of it.

“You alright there?” Alejandro asked, looking down at you before pulling you up straight to stand on your own feet. “Distracted.” You replied as Alejandro nodded in understanding. “Care to talk about it?”

Alejandro was the one you could rely on, usually about stressful situations between missions that could really piss you off, unlike Soap, who you would go to for some love and jokes.

You remembered your dare or deal with Gaz, a smile plastering on your face. “You’ve been on my mind y’know?” You walked towards him as Alejandro looked at you with blush on his cheeks, opening his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “Perfectly built for a good time..” You smirked, pulling him close by his shirt, “You look like you could use one..”

Alejandro held onto your waist, glancing around before sighing, “You’re one sick man..” “Always am..”

——

You walked back to Gaz in the lounge, taking a seat on the opposite couch. “Last one?” Gaz asked as he looked up from his book. “Yeah..” You breathed, a sigh leaving your lips, “Don’t know how to pull Ghost’s strings now do I?” You murmured, your plans almost ruined with how little faith you had. “C’mon he’ll open up.. Speaking of the devil.” Gaz smiled as Ghost entered the room, mask on, eyeing the two of you before settling on the other end of your couch.

“You ever taken that thing off?” You huffed as you looked over at him, meeting his eyes, you weren’t gonna back down, you’ve already made it this far. “No. Never thought about taking it off for people like you.” Ghost murmured. “Not even for a loved one?” Ghost shook his head in reply, “He’d rather let the world see his dick before his face.” You laughed as Gaz snickered along with you. Ghost growled lowly before Gaz stood up, “I’m taking my leave, see you around, both of ya” Gaz spoke before leaving.

“That’s no fun.” You huffed, “Are you insecure Ghost?” You turned to him, gesturing to the mask. “Hardly with all the people around here.” “Care to show me pretty boy?” You smirked as Ghost squinted his eyes at you, “Been playing with everyone today, what’s your deal?” Ghost sighed, trying to change the topic. “Bored as hell, but with all these good men around me , can’t hurt to play a game.” You shrugged with a smile. “Then I’ll show you a game of heartstrings you won’t regret darling.” Ghost cooed as he turn to pin you to the couch, “We’ll see how pretty you’ll be fucked out after this.” “I’d like to see you try!”

——

At the end of your game of heartstrings, you can’t decide on who to cut off and who to keep pulling, but for now, you need sleep after a whole day of loving and fucking behind closed doors.

Who will be the one of your attraction?

[thequietman214]

This was the most recent posting of someone I'm following. Her advice is very sound and can be used by men and women accordingly. I have this to say to these young ladies who were writing to her with regards to not having a boyfriend and wishing they had one and all that other fun happy jazz.

Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Enjoy your youth. Once you graduate high school, start college, move out of your parent's house into your own apartment, and all that other sorted stuff, you become an adult. You're going to have to adult 24/7/365. And there will be times when you don't feel like adulting on a particular day. Got a news flash. You don't have an option. That is, of course, if you have a desire to have a roof over your head and food on the table. Enjoy this time of your life it will never come again. You have so much to experience before you have a boyfriend. You can't begin to imagine it.

Most boys your age are falling all over themselves to attract your attention for all the wrong reasons. Their hormones are raging, and they're trying to assert themselves as grown men when they don't know the first thing about it. These aren't the guys you want in your life. They might be okay as friends, but don't let it get any further than that.

Don't try the dressing up to look older thing. It doesn't work. Dress your age. It's okay to be your age right now. It's not okay to look all grown up and trying to experience growing up things when you are ill-prepared for them. A lot of people might try to tell you that yeah, you're prepared far more than you realize, but basically, they are full of piss and wind to put it as politely as I can. Sidney poitier, in the movie he did back in the '60s entitled To Sir With Love, had this to say on the subject; " No good man wants a woman in his life who dresses trampy. And only the worst kind of man does." This by far is the best advice for dressing according to your age. Of course if you want something a little more recent, I think Fonzie in an episode of Happy Days way back when, had this to say to Joni when she tried to look all grown up and almost got into a lot of trouble for it. He said, "Shortcake, when you put out an advertisement, someone's going to answer that ad." And when they do answer that ad, it may not be the person you want answering that ad and bad things could happen.

You shouldn't have to try so hard to attract a guy anyway. That's not your job. Your job, as crazy as this may sound, is to be attracted by the guy who looks the most interesting. Guys are supposed to be the ones that fall over themselves, making idiots of themselves, just to attract your attention because they see something in you they want in their life. And yes, guys have done some really, really dumb things to get a girl's attention. But that's what we do best. And why and how you go for it every time, only got himself has that answer and he's not talking. He likes a good secret.

To put it simply young ladies, enjoy life. The right guy will come along at the right time. Just be patient. As someone once said, "Patience is a sterling virtue. I wish I had more of it." And as you grow your patience as far as waiting for the right guy to pop into your life at the right moment, so will your wisdom to know when that happens.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok ok... I haven't read the OG book (I ordered that though and it's arriving on Wednesday!), but... Hear me out.

Apparently, according to Google, originally Aunt Em and Unkle Henry are actually Dorothy's adopted parents. Her biological mother left her on their doorstep. In Oz, the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion all vowed to look after each other and Dorothy on their way to Oz.

What if Dorothy, as a baby/young child, got taken to Oz and somehow found herself in the care of the trio? Maybe one of them found her and basically adopted her (Scare was nailed to his post, and Lion was a coward that ran from everything. So my best guess would be Tinny). Or all three of them if they had found each other first? Imagine them all trying to figure out what to do with this child! Imagine the lengths they go to protect her and take care of her! Imagine Dorothy growing up and hearing them all say they don't have brains, heart or courage, but she sees them as the smartest, loving and bravest people she knows! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Basically, a Three Men and a Baby/Little Lady AU, but with Dorothy and Friends. Idk about you, but I need this wholsomeness in my life XD ^^ (maybe Dorothy's wish in this AU would be to know where she really came from? 🤔)

*DEEP INHALE*

... now I have to re-watch 3 Men and a Baby. Thats okay, I love that movie XD

🥺🥺🥺 BUT IMAGINE LION FINDS HER FIRST!! He was scared by her at first, so he rushes behind some bushes or something... just to see another jungle creature approach the defenseless little bundle. And they look h u n g r y. And Lion is terrified of that creature even worse, but even more then that?? He's scared f o r the defenseless bundle!!

So. He decides, taking a deep whimpering breath. He has to save it.

And after that he ends up keeping the little one, because oh its kind of cute?? So sweet??? He's still a little scared of it every time it cries or screams (or sneaks up on him, if Dorothy's already crawling), but its so... weak. Cant even roar. And its all alone, like him... He Has to care for it.

But he cant do it here. Its too dangerous in the jungle. They have to go somewhere else.

And on the way to a 'safe place', they meet Tin and Scarecrow!!! The Lion tries to leave them both as soon as he sees them, but both times baby Dorothy slips from the Lion's grasp, or cries so sadly at the prospect of leaving them that once again- he h a s to step up and help the strange men.

Okay, some extra HC's that came to mind with this:

Scarecrow showing his brains by being the one to find food for baby Dottie after Tin Woodman tells Lion she cant eat raw meat- thats not how baby humans work. Scare did the same thing for little teenage Dorothy in the book! He found her food multiple times (Nuts, fruit) and I just love that about their relationship. He also covers her in dry leaves to keep her warm while she sleeps.

Tin Woodman showing his heart when he's the one to hold Baby Dottie and stick with her and sympathise with her through all her tantrums and bouts of uncontrollable crying. As she grows up this doesn't change, and he's always the one she talks to when she needs it.

Just another book thing I love, but- Tin and Scare watching over Lion and baby Dottie every night while they slept, since they don't do that. Baby Dottie often sleeping in Scare's arms because he's squishy and warm like a blanket and Lion will get startled if she sleeps with him and suddenly moves.

Tin Woodman making Dottie clothes and blankets and stuff as she gets bigger. I just feel like out of all of them, Tin would have the most home-making skills. (IMAGINE HIM TEACHING LION HOW TO KNIT, THOUGH!! It would be such a nice calm activity for him <3)

Scare and Lion telling the best bedtime stories while Tin sits with little Dottie in his lap and gets just as into it as she does. Scare's get goofy and out-there, while Lion's detail brave acts of daring-do he imagines he might complete if he had the courage.

IMAGINE HOW THIS CHANGE EFFECTS THE DOROTHY MUST DIE VERSION OF THE STORY!! Those are no longer her friends- thats her Straw Dad and her Fur Dad and her Tin Dad. The love Tin has for Dorothy is no longer romantic (Unless it still is, in which case... I'm still intrigued by this even darker storyline honestly) but fatherly. Protective. Maybe he's sad that she's turned out this way, but he will never turn away from her?? He couldn't?? Thats his little girl and he will always be on her side.

[thewales]

Roya Nikkhah wrote an article for The Times and here are the most interesting points.

The Waleses and Sussexes will exchange gift for their children: Believe it or not, the Waleses and the Sussexes are exchanging Christmas gifts this year.

In the absence of goodwill between the couples, William and Kate will not deprive three-year-old Archie and Lilibet, one, of a present under the tree. And in one royal tradition that Team Sussex is still on board with, Harry and Meghan have also dispatched gifts for George, Charlotte and Louis, who are nine, seven and four. There will be no presents exchanged between the adults.

About Meghan not receiving any help about how everyone works: It can also be revealed that six months before the couple married in May 2018, Harry’s then private secretary, Ed Lane Fox, known as “Elf”, presented Meghan with a 30-point dossier, studiously researched, brimming with information and contacts for the life she was taking on. It covered fashion, the royal family and the constitution, the institution’s heads of department, ladies-in-waiting, arts in the UK, the Charity Commission and public life. Each section suggested an expert who could help Meghan.

“It was huge, the amount of work Elf put into getting her access to anyone, and he gave her books on the stuff,” a source said. It is understood that Meghan took up just two meetings with the suggested experts, one with Sir Christopher Geidt [now Lord Geidt], the late Queen’s private secretary, and another with a “very well-connected, trusted fashion person” for advice on clothes.

About Meghan blaming the palace of not being able to invite her niece: All of which is a myth, say impeccably placed royal sources of the decision to have only one family member, Meghan’s mother Doria, on their wedding guest list of 650 at St George’s Chapel, Windsor. “That just didn’t happen,” a source said of Meghan’s account. “We never gave any advice, steer or guidance on who of her family or friends should or shouldn’t come to her wedding. I have a very clear memory of her [Meghan] saying that she had a niece who she would in other circumstances have liked to invite, but she didn’t want to invite her because it would have put her under intense scrutiny. It was not a question she put to us. We would never tell her not to invite her own niece to the wedding and we would never get involved in any management of personal relationships.”

Another royal source confirmed: “Harry had concerns that Meghan had no family at the wedding which would look weird. Meghan didn’t want the media to know about Ashleigh. No one on earth would have said don’t invite family to the wedding. That’s a complete and utter lie. We wanted more family there to make it look less weird for her.”

About the engagement Interview: A source involved with the interview said everything went according to Meghan’s script: “Every word of that interview was what they wanted to say. She controlled every micro-detail of how their engagement publicly went.”

About what harry said about the men in the family marrying women who fit the mould: An old friend of both brothers said: “That was so cheeky, that’s a love match if ever there was one. Catherine doesn’t even fit the mould — she’s not an earl’s daughter or blue-blooded. The sadness is Harry was so close to Catherine.”

Another close friend of the royal family, who saw the King on Thursday when Harry & Meghan aired, said: “It is so awful. What on earth are they doing? I want to say to them: ‘Think of your futures. Think of how you may regret this in years to come.’

On what William has allegedly said about the reality show: However loaded the missiles, William has instructed friends not to retaliate: “William does not want us fuelling the conflict, he’s been very clear on that. He’s keen to have as much of a normal week as possible.” Another friend has given him sage advice: “I reminded him to keep his rifle pointed at the target and not to be distracted, even though it’s all f***ing tedious in every sense of the word.”

On Friday a source close to the Waleses said William was “on great form” and “looking to the future” as he chatted to winners of his Earthshot Prize from his family home, Adelaide Cottage in Windsor, and worked with Kate on projects for next year. “They know the British people expect them to roll their sleeves up and get on with the job.”

You can read the whole article here, for free.

[ryin-silverfish]

Could you tell us more about fox spirits? or what you know about them? Since the Kitsune is the fox spirit that people popularize the most, information on the Huli Jing is difficult to search for.

*Deep Breath*

Man, oh man. On one hand, I am fascinated by fox spirits, on the other hand, entire books have been written on them (in Chinese), and there are a staggering amount of Qing dynasty fox tales in Yuewei Caotang Biji (阅微草堂笔记) and Liaozhai Zhiyi,(聊斋志异) it's hard to know where to start.

[Previous ask about nine-tailed foxes, the duality of auspicious and demonic, and Su Daji]

Fox spirits, like any other yaoguais, is an animal that has lived long enough and absorbed enough Qi to gain sentience. Through cultivation, they can eventually gain a human form.

According to Tang folklore, they need to wear a human skull on their head while bowing to the Dipper stars/moon, without the skull falling off, in order to transform into a human.

However, foxes are also talented shapeshifters and tricksters who have this reputation for seducing humans, male and female alike.

In earlier legends, that's just their nature, but Ming and Qing tales expanded on that, stating foxes have sex with human to drain their Qi or life force, because they need those to form an Inner Core——an orb of solidified Qi that contains all of their cultivation and life force.

(Usually, it's female foxes seducing human men, because they need some of that sweet, sweet Yang force to compliment their Yin.)

(But some Ming folklore collection said that male foxes also go after guys in the guise of women, while in others, male foxes are just seducers of women.)

(Oh, and there are actual lesbian foxes in Qing legends. Like Feng Sanniang from Liaozhai Zhiyi.)

But one must keep in mind that foxes, like all yaoguais, are not inherently good or evil. For every sexual predator and Daji-like temptress, there exists a graceful scholar, a chill friend, or a lovestruck girl (Liaozhai is full of human-fox romances).

Like, there is a tale in Yuewei Caotang Biji that's just a guy chatting with his 50-60 looking fox associate about how foxes cultivate. When asked why he's so candid about this stuff, he really sums up it best:

"There are good and bad ones among our kind, just like humans. If you humans don't shy away from speaking of human evil, why should I?"

He then proceeds to talk about how legit fox cultivators collect the essence of sun and moon like any regular Daoists, while the ones that seduce human and suck away their life forces are taking a shortcut and inviting heavenly retribution in the form of thunderbolts.

Other Qing legends introduce the hilarious concept that all aspiring foxes must pass an exam organized by the Lady of Mt. Tai, to, well, earn their cultivation permit. Not even foxes are free from the clutches of imperial examinations, it seems!

Still, their old auspicious association does give rise to the archetype of "cultivator/sorcerer foxes", as well as a higher chance of recruitment into the Celestial Bureaucracy.

Which might explain why foxes were so frequently venerated in popular religion. Like, northern China has this thing called the "Five Great Immortals" (五大仙), five species of cultivated animals that people worship:

Hu (胡), Foxes

Huang (黄), Weasels

Bai (白), Hedgehogs

Liu (柳), Snakes

Hui (灰), Rats

When I travelled to the city of Pingyao, Shanxi last summer, one of the sites I visited had a Yuan dynasty building, and its second level is a shrine dedicated to the "Fox Immortal", guardian of the imperial official's seal.

Fun fact: fox spirits have a habit of impersonating Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Tang dynasty legends. Manjusri and Maitreya seems to be the most popular choice, and in 三遂平妖传, a Ming dynasty novel, "Sagely Old Lady"(圣姑姑) the heavenly fox also impersonates Bodhisattva Samantabhadra.

So imagine my surprise when I actually encountered some foxes next to a highway during the same trip, while visiting Mt. Wutai, Manjusri's sacred mountain!

[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

Nightcrawler

I don't have an obsession with Nightcrawler, you do--.

Nah but for real, if I had to pick just one X-Men / Mutant character as my favorite? Can't go wrong with Nightcrawler! (ugh the torture of just having one favorite. I have 100s of favorites at a time, I like every character--with some exceptions). It's the ears and the tail. definitely the tail is like 50% of the appeal plus his personality. also his fur must make him so soft, I wanna hug him please. sulking because I want what I can't have. Can someone Gwen Poole me into Marvel Comics please?

Anyways I'm skipping to good stuff, the classics, the one and only CLAREMONT ERA WOOOoooo. But first (according to my reading guide) I need to read Giant-Size X-Men (1975) issue 1 and woooo I'm lovin' it! The one, the only KURT WAGNER.

I'm really digging the art? Dave Cockrum (the illustrator) + Glynis Wein (the colorist) do great art. WOAH Glynis Wein is a lady? a woman? that's so fucking cool!

Look at that art! Those flames! the lines and the colors! it's beautiful!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

so i was searching for butch actresses over 50, you know looking for my perfect Gabrielle. given how she likes to cut her hair short and dress like a man, I figured she'd look pretty butch in our time.

(though unfortunately she can't have top surgery, or her boobs would just grow back, like her hair.) god, anne could have done so much more with her, and really leaned into the whole vampire/gender stuff she had going on. but i digress.

anyway, the internet does not know what a butch woman is, especially one who isn't young. and i'm looking for someone 50's-60's here. I mean late 50's to mind 60's, given how in the show Lestat is made into a vampire at 34. And he was her youngest, though she had a bunch of other kids. Like Lestat had 2 brothers who lived to be adults and 4 brothers (and maybe a sister, according to some website) who died as children, and/or in childbirth. I can't remember the specifics. What I'm saying is this woman popped out a total of 7/8 babies.

Even if she was married young to the Marquis, (I'm assuming as a teenager, though probably at least 16/17, as she had done some traveling before marriage) it takes 9 months to make a baby, and she was probably in her late 20's-early 30's when Lestat was born. (I've mathed it from different sites, one says 28, another maths to 30, so who knows for sure?)

The point I'm making is she'll be an older lady. If Lestat was 34 when he made her, she'd be like anywhere like 62-64ish. And I wanna see a lady that age cast in the role. But I also think modern Gabrielle would be cutting her hair nearly every night and dressing in men's clothes, and maybe possibly discover what binders are, though I don't know if she'd bother with them.

Ugh, I wanna know so bad who they are going to cast to play her.

[deathbirby]

I think there might be some good old ageism involved in it. You know. The thing raxistanon keeps complaining about in ezralahm’s inbox.

Think about it. Edelgard is a young woman — in fact, she’s barely even a woman in WC. She is constantly portrayed as actually very girly. Hopes dials it up to eleven, but it is present in her Houses incarnation as well, particularly with the alternate hairstyle that makes her look like Weiss Schnee decided to dress completely in red for a change.

Meanwhile you have Rhea, a sexy lady who is (way) past the magical age of 25, a.k.a. when women become useless and unattractive to straight men (according to TikTok). Not saying raxistanon&gang consciously subscribe to this idea, just saying that the older woman (who arguably has less power) is seen as scary, a threat, and so on. Meanwhile the younger woman must be protected in petty internet arguments because she is a strong female character who fights for all of us… Yeah. Doesn’t make sense, does it?

Anyway, all I’m trying to say is that there is a hefty amount of ageism (villifying Rhea) and sexism (infantilizing Edelgard) involved. Ironically, raxistanon likes to complain about the former whenever his age-inappropriate behavior is brought up.

I'm not sure if that's the issue with them, because Rhea doesn't look like she's over a thousand years old, but they definitely think of Edelgard as an uwu tragic traumatized girl who can do no wrong.

3Houses makes her sing a whole song about how sad she is, 3Hopes dresses her in a sailor moon outfit and gives us an upskirt shot when she's lobotomized(??), and Cipher gives us art that is meant to be sexy. The reason IS would do that is because they want to cater to a specific audience, because it's not like Edelgard is a real person who would do that stuff.

So IS knows what her audience likes and it's that. She needs to be attractive but also uwu and sad enough for you to want to protect her.

[lokisprettygirl]

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : You try to accept Loki's friendship but new Feelings are invading your thoughts

Warning: Cigarette smoking, loki smokes, don't ask me why, Mentions of recurring nightmare and trauma, mention of past abuse, trust issues, spooky stuff, updating for my lovelies 💚

Next morning you woke up on time and quickly got ready to go to the market. You needed to stock up on fresh vegetables and fruits, maybe this place will be good for your body at least. No more processed food everyday. You put a floral dress on, a little bit of makeup, and did your hair. Maybe you'll meet someone around your age, a girl perhaps, maybe you'll make friends, until now you haven't met anyone you felt safe with. Except Loki. And even with him you had your moments where you felt like he'd kill you.

"Maybe ..maybe he doesn't want to hurt you, just maybe he's nice..yeah sure, with that face? You can never be too sure y/n" you mumbled to yourself as you stepped out of the house.

The market was 15 minutes away and you passed by a bunch of ladies. You saw a girl walking on the other side, she was blonde and around your age so you smiled at her but she didn't return it. However she kept looking at you as if she wanted to talk to you. 

As you reached the market you saw several women and they all stared at you, you tried to ignore the searing gaze and decided to do what you came here for, most of the vendors were middle aged men, the roles were divided according to the genders you could tell. Most of the women were housewives.

You saw a familiar face on the other side and it brought you comfort, he had a dark blue shirt on, the top few buttons were unbuttoned, he was walking around the market as if he was inspecting, he looked at you and you smiled but he ignored it or didn't see it, you had no idea so that's what you did too, you ignored him while you shopped. After you were done, you caught him staring at you so smiled at him again and he returned it this time, he tilted his head and signaled you to follow him. You looked around, people were still staring so you walked towards him and followed him, getting away and out of the market 

"Good morning" you mumbled and he smiled

"May I?" He looked at the bags you were holding so you shook your head.

"It's fine ..thank you" he turned towards you and it made you nervous, he smelled good though, a bit like sandalwood and it calmed your nerves, that's the incense stick your mom used to light around her place. 

"Let me do this for you, please darling?" he mumbled softly and the deep voice made you shiver. So polite. You handed him the bags and he smiled.

"Umm where is your stuff, you didn't get anything?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"I got enough yesterday, I just wanted to take a stroll out here" 

"You kind of pretended to not see me there" you chuckled nervously and he turned his head to look at you, you didn't want to seem too affected by his behaviour.

"Small island love, A man like me and a beautiful woman like you, people will talk" you hummed as he said that.

"So we can't be friends..we are neighbors?"

"Of Course we can be but they frown upon it" 

"That's so weird ..I didn't know all that" he smiled and you both were about to turn the right corner. When you didn't see any other people in sight is when you realized that he was walking you through a different route then you came in, your heartbeat raised suddenly and feet got colder so you stopped walking. 

"What's wrong?" He turned around to look at you and you looked behind yourself.

"I think I'll take the route I came by" you turned around and started walking fast to get away from him, you felt scared that he'd run after you, hit you, hurt you or worse. When you didn't hear any footsteps you looked behind and he was still at the spot you left him at. 

"Do you want to take your things?" He yelled from a distance and your eyes teared up, he didn't run after you, maybe he wasn't going to hurt you. Just maybe he won't. 

"Yess I.. keep..keep them down there please" he kept it down and stepped several steps away from the grocery bags so you closed the distance between you and the spot where he put them down.

"One more turn from here and your house will be in our view, it's a shortcut, I am not going to hurt you darling" you looked at him and your lips were trembling, your whole body felt numb. 

"I ..I just.." your voice choked so he stepped backwards even more.

"It's okay it's okay..don't cry love..please don't cry..you can check okay? Take the turn and you'll see it I promise" his voice was tender and you haven't had someone talking to you this way in a long time. You quickly passed by him and as soon as you turned you saw your house just a few meters away, you saw the route before and wondered where it led to, now you knew. It took you fifteen minutes before while this way was shorter, just five minutes from the market so he had done you a big favor.

You took a deep breath and all of a sudden you felt extremely embarassed and stupid. 

"Umm… Thank you .. I .. I didn't mean to .. I'm sorry..I'm just..I get paranoid " you looked at him so he walked towards you and took the bags, he was standing close to you and you didn't feel like running again, it wasn't him that scared you, it was the situation you were in.

"Don't apologize for trying to keep yourself safe, I understand but I don't intend to hurt you I promise" he whispered softly and his eyes met with your teary ones as you looked up. He was so tall, you felt so small in front of him but he didn't scare you. And that's what scared you.

His heart felt heavy, you seemed terrified and he wanted to make you open up to him, he wanted you to share your troubles and worries with him, he wanted to help you but he had to get close to you to do that. And he really wanted to get close to you in every possible way, it surely wasn't part of the plan but if that's how it was supposed to happen then he absolutely wasn't opposed to it. It has been a long time since he found someone he wanted to get close with like this. He didn't know what it was about you, you were beautiful, sure, but he wasn't new to that.

"You have been kind to me and I am trying to appreciate that but I ..I keep behaving like this–" 

"And that is okay, it is absolutely alright with me that you don't trust me and my intentions, you don't know me well enough, not yet but I..I'd want you to know me, if it's something you'd want too" you nodded as you crossed your arms, you had to look down because the way he was looking at you made you feel things you never thought you'd ever get to feel again. You both started walking towards the house again.

"Thank you ..and yes I'd want to be your friend.. of course.. Besides, people don't seem to like me here, what is it about me?" You chuckled and he turned his head towards you.

"Absolutely nothing, you're perfect darling, that's why you are here, they wanted you here...that's why they chose you" it wasn't exactly a lie but the truth behind it was disturbing and he couldn't have shared it with you just yet. 

As you reached the house, you thanked him and he winked at you before he got into his own. You made breakfast and you were already dressed so you took your purse and made your way to the school. There were only twenty kids of different age groups and you just had to teach three classes. There were two other teachers but they were on a vacation somewhere so you had to handle everything. Three hours later you were walking home when you saw Steve, you clutched onto your bag as he came closer to you,

"Hi y/n" he smiled so you returned it, you didn't want to be rude but he smelled like blood and you didn't like that.

"Hi Steve right?" You asked him as your steps got larger.

"Yess..are you liking it here?" 

"I'm trying to adjust yes" 

"That's good, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me?" He asked you and it took you by surprise, what gave him that idea? 

"Ummm Steve..don't get me wrong but I am not looking to start anything with anyone here, it's nothing personal" he looked like a sad puppy as you said that but you wanted to keep your side clear.

"Yeah sure.. nevermind" he stopped walking as soon as you reached near the house, he stopped right where Phil had dropped you off the first day.

"So I'll see you around I guess" he mumbled and you nodded. Maybe you can ask him tomorrow if people had something against the house or what?

You saw Loki on his porch, he had his back against the pillar and he was reading again so you walked towards him, he placed the book down and smiled, his curly hair was flowing because of the wind, it was so windy all of a sudden. 

"You have an interesting way of greeting me darling" you smiled and sat down next to him.

"Why is the mountain not screaming? It's so windy" you asked him as you placed your hand on the hem of your dress.

"How long have you been here for?" You asked him so he turned his head to look at you, his shoulder brushed against yours so you scooted away. Why did you have to sit so close to him? 

"A few days" he mumbled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, you weren't expecting that. For some reason he didn't seem the type to smoke. Your mom used to smoke and it was a nasty habit. You couldn't deny that but the smell reminded you of her and it comforted you in an oddly manner.

"Do you mind love?" He stared at you so you shook your head. 

"That's a bad habit" you mumbled so he chuckled.

"Whyyyyyy?" He dragged the end of his word so you looked at him right when he puffed the smoke out of those gorgeous lips, his lips didn't seem like he was a regular smoker. They were pink and seemed soft and--

"It could kill you" you mumbled and looked away to avoid his stare.

"Yeahh? It can't kill me I promise you that" he winked at you and crushed it under his shoes, he didn't even finish it.

"You think you're invincible?" You chuckled and he shrugged,

"Not really..I will die but not anytime soon" you smiled and shook your head, he was kind of funny and you didn't had to try too hard to have a conversation with him.

"It's not easy for me, talking to a guy, being his friend" your eyes teared up and you could feel his eyes on you as you looked in front of you.

"Do you want to tell me why?" He asked you and you closed your eyes as his face haunted you, it kept you awake at nights and it gave you nightmares, everytime you closed your eyes you saw him. You opened them up quickly, you couldn't have shared even if you wanted to, nobody believed you when it happened, he wouldn't believe either. 

"Do you ever go to the mainland?" You changed the topic and he hummed in response but didn't say anything so you spoke again.

"I'd be going next week, a friend is visiting" It was Stephen, your doctor, your therapist, but you didn't want to tell him that.

After a chit chat you went inside your house to rest and prepare for dinner, you hated what the night would entail. The screams, her portrait, you just wanted to get a good night of sleep but you had a feeling you won't get it. You kept the lights on as you felt unnerved, you tossed and turned but sleep didn't come for you so you got up and walked towards the window.

You slid the curtain to the side to peek outside but screamed as you saw a face in the window, you took two steps backwards to process what you just saw. Maybe you shouldn't wait for the next week to see Stephen. 

You walked towards the window again and slid aside the curtain but fortunately you didn't see anyone this time. Well atleast not someone who wasn't actually there.

You did see your shirtless neighbor sitting on his window, he had the guitar in his hands and he was tweaking it. Did he ever sleep? His house was all lit up like always, maybe he felt scared too. 

You didn't want to gawk at him but you couldn't stop either, he was so.. different, unlike anyone else you have ever known. 

And then you heard it again, the awful screams of the night, he heard it too because as the screams echoed he turned his head to look at you. You quickly ducked to the side as he caught you.

Bad decisions, you had made so many bad decisions in life but coming to this island was the biggest one of them all. He very well knew you'd never make it to the mainland next week.

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No Subs watch of My Personal Weatherman Ep 5

There will likely be spoilers but not about any of the dialogue because I don't understand what's being said.

-Talking to....editor I guess?? Not good news 😟😟😟

-Opening credits. God these men are so pretty!!!!

-Being depressed on your living room floor- relatable.

-Being depressed on the floor in front of your washing machine- slightly less relatable.

-The lighting in this scene is gorgeous though. Reminds me of the aquarium.

-Daddy's home!!! I mean....nah that's kinda what I meant. 😁

-As much as he adores Yoh, I know this silence is bothering him. Were Segasaki a lesser man he would get (visibly) frustrated, but he stays very gentle. 🥺🥺

-Now Daddy's cooking .... the feelings. The hand close ups. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 (Sometimes I worry I'm a little too honest on this site.)

-Ooooohhhh. Yummy 😋😋😋

-Anyone else feel like Yoh was like a little bit pissed that Segasaki's food is so good? 🤣 That look just felt a little bit like "Goddammit! You got to be good at this too?!"

-Ooohhhh what did Segasaki say to get that response?? (Edit after continuing- I'm going to assume he was 'asking' Yoh about taking a bath.)

-That smirk 😏😏😏😏

-Segasaki's hand on Yoh's cheek. *Swoon* That deserves its own compilation I think.

-Now we're in the tub 🛀 and Segasaki wants to know why Yoh is so sad. (Remember these are guesses, I can't understand unless it's one of about 15 Japanese words I know...or their names.)

-Yes more affection via hair drying!!! One of my favorite things!!! (Surprised it's not a Dyson blow dryer. I keep seeing them in so many shows, even ones where characters are poor and it makes no sense.)

-We've never seen Segasaki's room have we??

-Yoh instigating kisses 🤭🤭🤭🤭 And more than just kisses??🫣🫣🫣~~~Okay I did have to at least Google translate that interaction, because the vibes were very odd to me. Totally makes sense with the internal monologue Yoh had going. He wants to forget....and that would help him forget. But Segasaki knows what his game is and he's not going to let him hide, literally and metaphorically.

-Yoh the sad little homemaker is depressing me.

-There's something so weird to me about drying a shirt on a hanger. I live in a clothesline household, & line dry clothes all the time, but this is just odd to me. It arguably makes more sense, since clothespins will mess up your clothes sometimes, it's just a bit jarring.

-That is why we have clothespins.

-Yummy ramen. I had that for lunch yesterday. Homemade is yummy, but instant hits different sometimes.

-I think I hate the newscaster lady just bc Yoh does 🤣. (sub solidarity)

-Man-san...Yes I still adore her. Her fashion is a VIBE!! Also her eyebrows are so dynamic. I love it.

-OMG she drew them!!! That's so cute!!!

-IDK what she said, but I imagine it's something along the lines of "See, you make a perfect couple."

-Yoh is so cute. There's a plan for something, though I don't know what?

-They put Segasaki in all of these softly cuddly sweaters at home and I just don't know how anyone is supposed to resist cuddling him.... ykwim?

-I don't know what this conversation is about, but it feels a lot like Segasaki is saying "I can tell when you're lying to me my guy." 😬😬😬

-Did this man just bite him???🤣🤣Well I certainly saw that one, bite confirmed, and it was not a gentle nibble.

-The way Segasaki rubs his head on Yoh like a cat. 🥺😭

-Ope.....well that ended... violently.

-I have mixed feelings about the keychain 🫤 (attempting to minimize spoilers). I understand it, & based on the dynamic of the relationship, I'm okay with it, but I fear it may cause more trouble in the future....😬

-Segasaki looks so sad. 😢😢😢

-Well the preview for next ep includes more Man-san and Mr. Man-san, which I like. According to the Twitters, we're getting complete backstory of the college stuff, which looks very interesting. Also it looks like next ep. will be two weeks away instead of one 😩😩😩😩

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VI. A Week in Mustique i loove this one <3

Thank you for the ask!! I love this one too -- have some Sonny and Uncle Liam bonding!! This next chapter will be Liam POV (I've not finished the chapter, it's going slow, and I've been a bit diverted with Carraville, but hoping to finish this chapter and keep it going) ***

Liam spots the lad he’s looking for, holding tight to a palm tree, stretching his skinny little leg behind his back like he’s Usain Bolt warming up for the Olympics. He doesn’t have the Gallagher look about him at all; not the eyebrows, or his father’s nose, or the sour little mouth that Donovan had inherited. Liam supposes he must look like his mother. But then the kid reaches up to rub at his eye, and his whole face sort of scrunches up disagreeably, and it’s a kick in the chest how like a little Noely G. he is, just for a flash of a second. Liam cups his hands around his mouth and shouts at the top of his lungs: “BUMBACLART!” 

Sonny fairly jumps out of his skin, eyes going all cartoon-y and round. 

“What the fuck, Uncle Liam?!” 

Liam laughs and gives him a thorough scruffle round about the ears. “Alright little potato?! Where’s your brother, ain’t he coming with?” 

Sunny pats his hair back into place. “Nah, he’s still sleeping. Lazy cunt. Anais said she wanted to come, but I think her sunburn’s still really sore, so I didn’t try to wake her up.”

“Ah, poor girl. She taking care of herself?” 

“Yeah. Molly’s been helping put the aloe on and everything. And Gene won’t stop bringing her bottles of coconut water. He’s being really weird about it, it’s like-- she’s not fucking dying!”  

“Ah, always been a softie, our Gene. Good he’s lookin’ after her.”

“Yeah, but it’s her own fucking fault, innit? Like, how stupid can you be?! We were on a boat, in the sun, for like-- five hours! How do you just forget to put sunscreen on?!” 

Sonny gives a disapproving shake of the head, hands propped up on his hips. 

Liam laughs, and gives his nephew a slap on the back. “Someday you’ll see, Little G. After a drink or two you stop being so smart.” 

“I think even after about a hundred beers, I’d remember-- you’re in the middle of the fucking Carribbean! I mean we’re basically right on the fucking equator!” 

They take off on a slow jog, and Sonny promises not to leave Liam in the dust. There’s a nice firmer bit of sand nearer the water where their feet don’t sink in so much, so they stick to running along the beach, watching the sun slowly peek up over the ocean. Sonny’s got a little Nike digital watch, so Liam tells him to say summat when they’ve gone a half-hour; and there they stop for a rest and kick sand and throw rocks into the surf, watching the morning sun turn the dark water orange and pink and blue. Sonny keeps up his bright little chatter pretty much the whole hour, like a little wind-up toy that Liam prompts with a question every so often; about school, his guitar playing, football, girls-- Sonny’s got a couple of prospects but ‘nothing serious’, according to him. (Geezer, Liam thinks. He’ll be a right little lady killer, will Sonny G.)

When they finally get back to the villa, Liam can hear a bit of clatter from the kitchen, but the house is still dark and quiet. Sonny gives him a high-five and begs off for a shower and a couple more hours of sleep. 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he turns back around and says in a sheepish voice: “Happy Birthday, Uncle Liam.” 

They hug, and Liam has to work hard not to cry. It makes him think about all the birthday parties he’s missed out on, and all the ones he’s going to get to go to from now on. And it’s all very happy and achy inside his chest. 

Sonny tromps back to his bunk. Liam watches him go, the sweaty parts of his hair sticking up from where Liam had hugged him too tight and ruffled his hair. He looks like a baby deer still, right at the age before they start to turn into men, when they still laugh at stupid jokes, and they’re not too cool for kid stuff and cartoons. So maybe Liam’s still got a bit of time left to be Sonny’s funny cool uncle. 

Anyway. It feels like the start to the best birthday ever.

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Buddy Daddies OP Analysis and Speculation Post - SPOILERS!

I want to talk about the stuff in the Buddy Daddies OP, specifically about some of the none Kazuki, Rei, and Miri focused imagery. So here is a post filled with some speculation and even a bit of flower language!

First up, we have these two women. They could just be women meant to represent the women Kazuki might sleep with for his job or see in the Red Light District. But they might be more important than that. One has long brown hair like Miri's mother, though Kazuki’s previous lover also has long brown hair too, so she is a possibility as well. For all we know, it could be both of them here. It’s hard to say.

Next, we have Miri's daycare teacher and class! I like how we see some diversity with the teacher being heavier. You can't see it here, but her interactions with the kids makes me think that she will be a very sweet character. We also get to see the kids' personalities. Cute!

It seems like the girl with the green and white stripped sweater is going to be more high level energy like Miri (and they will bond quickly), while the girl in the pink sweater looks a little more low-energy. The boy looks like he’ll be loud and abrasive, likely because he is the only boy in the daycare class (from what we can see here).

In Ep. 2, Miri states that her mother is a singer. So, the lady in the red dress is likely her mother. There is also a quick flash of a woman with brown eyes crying. I'm thinking that may be her mother too? Perhaps she holds some remorse with Miri (like with how she has or likely has not, been caring for her) or something painful in her past (issues with men, etc.).

This eye could possibly belong to another character though.

In the OP we get a scene of Kazuki's back, it zooms in on it, there is a flash of light, and then we get this image. It makes me believe that this was Kazuki's previous partner (the pregnant woman we saw in Ep 1). She is surrounded by hydrangeas, which have many meanings, especially in Japan.

Here are some of the meanings associated with hydrangeas in Japan (link to the source in the comments). Since they change color, the flowers in general are associated with being fickle, infidelity, and uncertainty. Kazuki was said to being "running from love" and is a womanizer, so this would fit. 

But, different colors of hydrangeas have different meanings. Blue = patient love, Pink = an energetic woman, white = tolerance. We see all of those colors in the image with the woman and umbrella. Pink hydrangeas are often given on Mother's Day as well, and we know from Ep. 1 that Kazuki’s previous lover/partner was pregnant.

According to that Japanese site, many ppl associate hydrangeas with positive things too, like good friends and a family unit. The lady holding the umbrella in the OP is likely Kazuki's previous lover, and the crying eye may be hers. The money he has Kyu set aside is likely for her too. What exactly that means and what exactly happened that broke this family unit apart is still unclear, though I have some ideas and possibilities.

There is also an image of an adult hand holding a child's hand. The most likely assumption is that it is Kazuki holding Miri's hand. But, perhaps it might be Kazuki holding the hand of the child we see his lover being pregnant with or Miri holding a different adult's hand. 

Some ideas I have for what happened with Kazuki’s previous family:

1. Kazuki was unfaithful and that destroyed the family. This would fit the womanizing aspect and his need to “run from love,” but it wouldn’t fit with what we saw in the flashback. He looked happy and dedicated to his previous partner, and the money he is sending is likely going to her or his child. He is very dedicated about that, so...I don’t think this would be a possibility, because it doesn’t fit his personality and what we’ve been shown of him and his past experience of loving her.

2. Either the child or the woman died. I don’t think they both died, since Kazuki is sending money to someone, either the wife, child, or both (in the sense of childcare money). But, a death could really mess up a person and cause a family to break apart.

3. The flashback we get of Kazuki with his previous partner were before he ended up in his current job of being a hitman. When he got involved in this line of business, he realized that it was too dangerous for a family and child to be involved, so he ran from it for their safety, while still providing monetary support. 

Out of the three options, I lean the most towards 2 or 3. I think 1 is the most unlikely. But, 3 would likely cause the most confrontational drama with Miri in the picture now. 2 would be heartbreaking, but something I wouldn’t mind the series exploring. What do you all think?

And since we are ending this post on a bit of a heartbreaking/heavy topic. Have this sweet image from the ED: