#succession spoilers in the tags ig

[stewyhosseini-bf]

sarah snook.

[duinoelegies]

the problem with succession is that the women who could realistically kill kendall roy are afforded little to no voice. and as long as everyone is all "oh that's because the show's aim is to satirise how capitalism both self-reproduces and self-destructs" i will never see him get brutally murdered

[fabled-fiction]

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Hobie Brown x Spider!Reader)

Summary: When Hobie hasn’t seen you in a while, he starts to come to the realization that he might be missing you for the wrong reasons. So when you come back, all those feelings reasons come bubbling up to the surface.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: This kinda took a mind of its own, but I LOVED writing every second of it. Hope you enjoy it!! ☺️

Request by @its-me-ig-101: I was wondering if I could request for you to write a fluff Hobie Brown x GN reader, where the reader visits Hobie in his universe, or reverse? (Kind of like what Gwen does)

It had been 127 days since he last saw you,

14 since you last spoke.

It wasn’t like he was counting or anything. Nah…no he was completely able to be his own person. I mean, he had a whole Earth to protect as Spiderman.

But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think four months apart would take such a toll on him.

You both were just always together. It didn’t cross his mind that there could be more than two to  three days of you being away…from him especially. Gwen always joked about how quickly you both became so close so quickly. How Hobie was usually a steel trap and you were the key.

And he couldn’t even visit you! You were away on Spider business! Miguel had you consistently going after anomalies. It didn’t help that you had an insanely good success rate. Hell! Hobie couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t catch one of the anomalies!

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon! This is the ultimate test before the big question! Will their relationship prevail over this unexpected test?!”

Pavitr placed his hand on his chest, spinning around before collapsing onto Hobie's bed, where he was currently lounging. His fingers fiddled with his watch, flicking through all the channels. Maybe if he clicked on the right one, he would end up on the Earth where you were. Miguel had stopped telling him what Earth you were visiting, knowing he would just tag along. But Hobie could come up with something on the fly, he didn’t give a damn at this point if Miguel was pissed at him for interrupting your mission.

He would like to see him try and keep you from him any longer at this point.

“Hello, Earth to Hobie. Hey!”

Catching the plush that Gwen had thrown at him, he huffed and sat up. Pav smiled when he caught a glimpse at Hobie’s watch, and the roulette wheel of universes were still going. 

“ Dude, they’re fine! (Y/N) is like…an invincible spider.”

“You know why he’s being more quiet than usual! He’s realizing he’s in looove. Our Hobie is head over he-” A well shot pillow from Hobie landed Pavitr on the floor.

“Am I not allowed to miss a friend? I remember ‘ow upset you were whenever you’d talk ‘bout Miles.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. He smirked when he saw how red Gwen’s face got.

“Ooooh we’re starting to enter the grumpy Hobie stage!” Pav shot up into a sitting position, this time dodging the second pillow that he had thrown.

Scoffing, he waved his hand at them as he pulled his phone out of his pant pocket. Unlocking it, he scrolled through his photo album and sighed.

They always teased him like this when he was down in the dumps. It had just been more recent as of late, seeing as you were rising in the ranks. Meaning you were gone more and more.

That also meant your friendship was tested more and more. He had noticed the change, he wasn’t completely blind to his emotions. He had noticed that as of late whenever you were gone he got a bit more snippy, and a bit more cynical-well more cynical than usual. Some had even told him that his color seemed more drained the longer and longer you were away.

This time had just been the longest. But it was also the most eye opening.

It's odd how you don’t notice how consistent someone is in your life until they’re gone.

He was mindlessly scrolling with a thousand yard stare off into the distance, when his phone suddenly anchored him back to reality.

Specifically your text tone.

Flicking to his messages, he felt his heart rate pick up.

(Y/N): heey! im finally back!! i missed you (cry emoji) (heart emoji)

Before his head could reminisce on the heart emoji and brew up any meaning behind it, he heard Pav gasp. Quickly looking up from his phone, he saw Pav squeal in excitement and Gwen chuckle as she shook her head.

“Look at him G! Do you see how much brighter he is? Ugh! Our boy has it bad.”

Sliding off his bed, he grabbed his bag and mask. Both Gwen and Pavitr could see that there was some pep in his step as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Fastening his web shooters on, he slid his mask into his pocket before entering your Earth into his watch.

“Oh oh! Where you heading Hobie? Thought we were having some serious bro time!”

Flicking them off, Hobie felt the portal open below him. Glancing through, he could see the flickering lights of your Earth.

“Piss off.”

Jumping through the portal, Hobie braced himself as he felt a quick rush before landing on your bed. The flickering and crackling of the portal remained only for a second before it snapped shut, dropping everything in the room along with its departure.

You stood in the opposite corner of the room, barely even unpacked. Your bag sat at the foot of your desk, unzipped with some of your clothes spilling out. You must’ve just texted him, because you were still in your spider suit…with one of his jumpers on.

Turning around, a smile spread across your face in an instant. Whatever you were doing was soon abandoned as you ran towards him. He was quick to stand, enveloping you in his frame. Feeling your aura mix with his, as he buried his nose into your hair felt nice. It awoke whatever nerves that had gone into hibernation after your departure, activating his senses once more.

Because he became highly aware of how right when you entered his arm, the hairs on yours stood under your suit. Your heart rate calmed but also picked up. Hell, he could even feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

“You really did miss me aye?” He teased, pulling you back by your shoulders to get a good look at his face.

“Mmm, only like…thiiiiiiis much.” Holding up two fingers, he watched as you held them close together and very very slowly pulled them apart. 

“Oh wow, and here I was in absolute agony.” He hummed, sitting on the edge of your windowsill.

“Oh really?” You laugh, leaning over him. He looked up at you, nodding as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“Absolutely, almost died.”

Watching you laugh was something he knew he needed. It wasn’t too hard, at least for him. Your back and forth quips and teases were something that usually ended in you laughing or him chuckling. Inside jokes and knowing stares were usually exchanged to test the waters whenever others were around. It happened so often people usually felt excluded whenever you were both in each other's presence.

It was something he didn’t know he could miss. 

“Wanna go for a swing?”

Watching the way your eyes lit up, he knew he had his answer.

Slipping his mask on, he was quick to open your window. He knew you were right behind him as he swung into action.

This was a dance you both did whenever you visited his world, swinging between buildings and each other. Finding ways to play off the others webbing and moves.

He loved watching you swing and flip. Hearing you laugh as you gave him a heart attack with how close you’d like to fall before yanking yourself back up into the air.

He felt a rush of similar emotions in the two weeks of you going dark. Whenever it was just him alone in his room, his mind would wander. He knew that if anything had happened he would have been the first told, both a blessing and a curse. But it still didn’t stop him from…worrying.

When did his worry for you become such a crutch?

Reaching to your normal hang out, what was atop your Statue of Liberty (which was still bronze here on your earth), both of you sat atop her torch. With shoulders touching, he watched as you leaned back and looked at your city.

“So, how many anomalies did you catch on this little spree of yours?” 

With a big sigh you ripped your mask off and stuffed it into your-no, his jacket pocket. Bringing a knee to your chest you placed your cheek on it as you looked at him.

“Twelve. Probably the most in a row.”

Tisking, he leaned back on his hands now as he also took his mask off.

“Wow, remember which ones?”

“Most of them were Vultures. They were the only ones that could reach the portals that opened in their respective worlds. I might as Miguel if I can take a break though.”

That piqued his interest. But he didn’t show a reaction, in fact he just hummed and watched as you put your forehead to rest on your knees.

“I appreciate how much Miguel…trusts me to keep the multiverse intact, I really do. I went through hell with his stupid tests in order to get into the Spider Society and its…its lead me to meet some of my favorite people but recently I've been more Spider than Person…”

Hobie sat up now, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking. He knew what you needed to hear in this moment. He knew you like the back of his hand, in the year that you two have gotten to know each other it is safe to say he almost knows you better than he knows himself. The same could probably be said about you knowing him.

“Favorite people aye? Where do I fall on that list?”

Watching you lift your head to give him a quick glance, a small smile graced your lips before you lifted your head fully to clear your throat.

“Atleast top…let's say ten? There's a lot of competition BB.” You chuckle

“Oh yea? That jumper you’re wearing says otherwise.”

Your eyes grew almost as wide as the lenses on your mask as you looked down. Your hands gripped the edge of the jacket for a moment before shoving into the pockets.

“Oh I uh…yea I dunno what to say…”

The gears were turning in your head, he could tell. Something was brewing.

“..y’know I didn’t even realize I had packed this until I was subconsciously putting it on the first night. I'm being dead serious when I tell you I only ever took it off whenever I was about to go into battle…I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

He smiled to himself listening to your words. Something similar to what was brewing in your head was brewing in his chest.

These past few months, more specifically the past two weeks where you couldn’t contact him, there was a confession building. Words that were just waiting in the dark until he was at his most vulnerable to come into the light were bubbling up in his throat. The only thing keeping them from spilling right at this very moment was the seal of his lips.

It was nice, having you back. But all these realizations that he was having just in these last few days, especially now in these moments he was sharing with you, told him all he needed to know.

Especially with those words that you had just said to him, he knew his realization was not far from out of the blue.

“ Y’know those two weeks were you went dark were ‘ell. Pav and Gwendy were up my arse the entire time. It irked me how well they read me those two weeks..”

Watching you grow still and turn towards him, and sighed before turning towards you as well.

“I'm sorry about that Hobbie…my communicator died and Miguel told me I wasn’t allowed a new one until I finished my assignment. Which made everything so much harder to do since I had to wait for texts from Lyla and code instead of her just being able to talk me through it.”

“I knew it ‘ad to be somethin outta your control…and I also had a keepsake that ‘elped me keep my cool.”

Pulling back his cuffs, an array of bracelets both woven and made were on both of his wrists. They were all yours, but ones you hadn’t seen in a while and ones you were sure you had left on your desk before you had left.

What he couldn’t show you was the shirt he had of yours that was also on his pillow. He had it for the same reason he was sure you had his jacket for the entire trip…

Though it was starting to lose your scent.

There was a comfortable silence, at least he hoped there was. He could barely tell based off the thumping of his heart…

When he finally made eye contact with you, he saw a dopey smile on your face. It made him smile too. No matter how long you two were apart, no matter how raw the two of you got it never changed anything.

Well, he hoped nothing would change after what he was about to do.

Hobie wasn’t scared of a lot, practically nothing. But you scared the ever loving shit out of him. Both with all the stunts that you pulled and just the way you made him feel. He used to be this hardass corruptor but now? He wasn’t sure what he was without you.

“Hey Hobie..”

“Yea?”

“You should totally kiss me right now.”

“Yup.”

His hand fit perfectly on the crook of your neck, and so did his lips with yours.

Whatever you were feeling spilled into him, and he with you. A full year's worth of pent up emotion exploded into the kiss as he seemingly took your breath away. In recent months he could only imagine how your lips would feel against his, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. Yours and his molded together in a flurry of silken passion, fitting together perfectly just like he knew they would.

Your hands found their place resting on his cheeks, just as his found theirs. With one resting on your neck and the other finding its way onto your side to pull you close. So close that he could feel the drum of your heart match his when your chests collided.

He wanted to curse whatever being made it so that the human body needed oxygen. When you pulled away his lips followed yours in chase, and it wasn’t until you held his face in place so that your bruised lips could take in a breath. Your finger ran over his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring as he panted in time with you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…how..how being away from you for so long made me realize that's all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“I ‘ave an idea.”

His hand that rested on the edge of your neck came around to hold your throat, with his fingers resting on your pulse.

It was going a mile a minute just like his.

[robertoarts]

Semper Fi

I am not a writer by any means, but I just had this idea, and I couldn't get it out of my head.

This takes place after the end of Avatar 2 so expect spoilers. I am 100% just gonna make shit up here, hope that's ok. idk where this is going, I have covid and ItS 4:21 am, but here you GO I have NOT READ THIS SO IM SORRy FOR MISTAKES OK

This WILL be multiple parts if ya want

Also sorry for the info dump at the beginning but really am not a writer and wanted to provide some context ok

Na'vi Quaritch x Fem Na'vi Reader (former RDA)

(1,896 words)

Some tags ig

[slow burn, like the slowest of burns ok?, memory loss trope, i can fix him trope]

[warning - blood mention]

You have been sneaking through the forest, entertaining yourself, bounding from tree to tree, sent out on a hunting mission along with a few others. You split up a while earlier to spread the load more evenly. Hunting has never really been your strong suit, you preferred blades to bows, and you're larger than most na'vi women, leaving you a little less agile. You knew it had something to do with the human physiology you used to have. You took pride in your strength, and being in the military gave you a purpose...for a time at least. You mostly worked with scientists, working escorts and the like; you were basically a glorified chauffeur, and when the RDA came to Pandora with the promise of new life and new land, and you being a solid 20-year-old marine, you did what you do best. 

You were assigned a role on the AVTR team working on a separate subsection; you didn't fully understand what they were doing or why, but it had something to do with integrating the humans and the Avatars, removing the need for the linkbeds altogether. This idea was the beginning of something they called the Recom project. The work was a success and a small group of humans fully integrated into their Na'vi counterparts. You were one of the first ones they tried the experiment on. Being the muscle, the risk of you dying would have little effect on anyone. You were happy to oblige; you preferred being in your avatar body. 

Your time in Pandora was a complex one. While protecting the scientists, you fell in love with the planet, the culture, and the people. As you spent time in Pandora with the scientists, you lived among the Anurai Clan. Renowned for their artisans and craftsmen. It went against everything the RDA said, the people weren't savages, their planet was beautiful, and their connection to Eywa was sacred. You kept this to yourself for a while. Being the property of the RDA, you knew not everyone would share your sentiments, but as time passed, you knew you were not the only one. When the war with the sky people began, you and over half of the scientists took the side of the Na'vi, and the rest went back to continue their Recom research. 

The war with the sky people and the Omaticaya clan is well known, but the effect on the Anurai clan was severe, almost wiping them out. Few true Anurai remained after, and you, as a united people, moved away from your home, settling somewhere new to find peace, knowing the RDA would eventually react.

The 17 years since have been a mixed bag. You had become good with crafting, knives were your speciality, but you also carved small sculptures in your spare time, usually making Thanators for members of the Clan. With it being their totem animal, you had numerous requests. And while RDA did respond, your focus was on helping the Anurai clan breathe life back into what they once were, and slowly the Clan has begun rebuilding. You did anything they asked, hunting, gathering but mostly fishing. 

That is the quest you had been sent on this eve. Although you were more significant in size than most, you had a stillness about you in the water, making you a pro and capturing the river fish. The walk was extensive, but you still enjoyed the physical exertion—a soldier trait you couldn't kick. One leg in front of the other, repetitive motion to keep your mind still. The view was spectacular, too, you didn't connect with Eywa often, but you felt her all around you as you travelled. 

You picked some Nurra berries while walking the route to your favourite part of the river. There were places closer to the Clan, but you liked to take the time to walk to your favourite spot. A home away from home, a small waterfall with a cave hidden beyond the water, the fish were more relaxed, and you had set up a little space in the cave with some things you preferred to keep private. 

As you throw some Nurra berries into your pack, your ears prick up. The forest shifts. It feels quiet, almost unnatural. You immediately slow, bend low, a unsheathe your knife. You move slowly, down to the ground, and deliberately to make little noise. 

That is when you hear it, groans, almost inaudible. They sound pained? Close by, off the path ahead. You move towards it, holding your knife to your chest; it is bigger than the average, handcrafted by yourself, your personal initiation to your Clan. The groans get louder, and you prepare for anything as you follow. You slowly push some flora out of the way, and you see...a man?

Shock grips your soul. You see an RDA avatar wearing military gear, completely ripped to shreds, blood-staining his green tank top. His face is towards the ground, and you can see his typical Jarhead haircut and his kuru, the hair around it dishevelled, showing his skin in unprotected areas. Your ears roll back, and you hiss in his direction. What is an RDA soldier doing out here?? The sound of your hiss stuns the man into movement, desperately turning, pushing himself off the ground, mud covering his face, turning to look. Fear tugged at his face, ears submissive and mouth agape. 

You leap towards him, knife at the ready, "What are you doing out here, soldier!?" you shout in English. He tries to push himself away from you, confusion painting his face. "I... I " you hear a deep drawl. With menacing intent, you begin to move closer, standing taller to assert your dominance. You were wearing some traditional Anurai garbs but opted for leggings which one would usually wear for riding, another human perk you hadn't shaken yet; the feeling of pants made you feel safer. The sky above you opens up, and you feel the wet drips on your body as you stand. The sound is roaring, and rain begins belting down to Pandora with heavy ferocity.

The man looked pathetic below you, scared, wet, and bleeding. He was helpless; he had no weapon you could discern and seemed desperate to get away from you. He is pushing himself away, digging into the wet ground to find traction.

"Answer me, kalweyaveng!" your voice boomed out, causing him to flinch, his tail swinging recklessly behind him. "I don't know!" He shouted in response, "I don't know where I am, I don't...I don't know how I got here. I can't .." your head tilts at his answer.

"You can't....? What is your name, soldier?"

"I don't..." the man looks scared and confused; he looks around, pulling himself further away from you. Your eyes widen, you take the risk and take your eyes off the man, looking around for any sign of backup. Was this some trick? You can see in your peripheral that he is trying to stand, and you turn your head to look. He is holding his midsection, the rain accentuates the crimson colour leaking from his fingers. 

Guilt pangs at you, this man acts like he doesn't know who he is, where he is or why he is here. And now he will die alone, scared in a place that is not his home. You lift your knife, ready to move toward him and take his life. He isn't even looking at you anymore, he is pushing himself off the ground, standing. As he stretches out before you, you can see he is exceptionally tall, his body holds muscles in a similar way to yours, not of the Na'vi living at home, all limbs and grace. He is dejected, almost accepting of his coming fate. So much needless death, you think to yourself, reluctance seeping from your being as you inch your way forward. 

That's when you see it, atokirina, a seed of the tree of souls. Not one, but two. Floating their way over to this strange man, in this madness, seemingly missing every torrential raindrop divebombing their way towards them.

Doubt and reluctance combined with this sign from Eywa were enough to sway you. If Eywa could accept you, why could it accept this man? You slide your knife back into its tstalsena. You take a breath, cautious, and say, "Semper fi", moving towards him, grabbing his arm and placing it over your shoulder and sharing his weight with you, "Come on stranger, let's get you out of this rain, I know a place not to far from here we can take shelter.". He winces, letting himself relax a little, putting more weight onto you. He is far more strung out than he let on, which you didn't think possible.

The two of you make your way to your safe space, unsure of what to do with the avatar yet. Better to take him away from the Clan for now and figure out what to do later. 

Supporting his weight was beginning to grow tiresome, but you can see your waterfall ahead, the rain is relentless, and you can feel the man shivering around you. You have shared silence on your journey here; his tiny breaths seem to grow weaker, and worry begins to sit in your stomach. You pull more of his weight onto you and walk faster. 

You pull him into the cave, walking underneath the waterfall, the water warmer than the rain, and you pass through. You place the man down, leaning him against the back wall of your cove, in front of the small fire pit already prepared. You take out your knife and begin striking the hilt onto a rock, trying to create the spark you need to warm your new five-fingered friend. 

An orange glow and the following warmth emit from the pit, and you start throwing on logs to generate more heat. You move to a pack with some different medicinal poultices and bring them over to the stranger. He seems to have passed out since placing him on the ground, he is weak and injured. You take what you have and do what you can, lifting off the dark green tank top and seeing the damage to his muscular chest. You smear the goop onto the open wounds on his body, and they are not severe, he will not die from these just yet. Due to your walk through the rain, his face is no longer muddy, and you can finally get a good view. He looks young, younger than you, maybe in his 20's? He is handsome, his short hair suits him well; short hair is something you do not often see among the Na'vi people as their hair often tells stories. He is cute, you think as you examine the damage to his face. He also has a burn on his neck, which you treat the best you can. You are not a healer, it is not your strong suit, and you a very quickly using up what medicine you have stashed away, you will have to ask Euatx for more when you go back. Around his neck, you see tags, you peer at them, hoping to get a glimpse of his name; the tags look damaged, and you only see one name.

"Huh. Hello Miles." 

//

Translation

kalweyaveng - son of a bitch

atokirina - woodsprite

tstalsena - knife sheath

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

I keep feeling like I’m taking the mandalorian s3 way too seriously when I get mad about what’s happening… but I just can’t help how upset it’s making me 😭 I stopped watching after episode 2 but have kept up for the most part. Going through the mando tag here on tumblr is so surreal because there are people actually thinking the direction makes sense and that DinxBo is a natural next step?? Anyway, I really appreciate reading your thoughts on how it’s all going. Makes me feel like I’m not alone in this!

(I hope you don't mind me lumping my response/thoughts re: your ask in here too, @just-prime, since uh there are a lot of spoilers in it and I'm not sure it's a good idea to make it public)

You have every right to be upset. This is a show you invested in, a show that sold you a story of a lonely Mandalorian bounty hunter and his Force-sensitive child in a post-war galaxy. It gave you story beats and the promises of adventure, trials and tribulations, and self-discovery in the micro and the macro. There was a road map in all the ways Din discovered and challenged himself as he gave up basically everything he ever knew about himself, his covert, and the galaxy to keep the child safe and get him to his kind. There was a story to be told here in Din taking his helmet off in front of other living beings to save Grogu and in Din winning the Darksaber from Gideon despite Bo-Katan's best efforts to get it back.

I wonder how much of this was corporate meddling to keep raking in the money (KKKennedy, is that you and your white girlbossing ways again?), how much of it was success getting into Filoni and Favreau's heads that they think they can turn bullshit to fucking gold, and how much of it was the game plan to MCUfy Disney Wars. This is fascinating the way that the Sequel Trilogy was fascinating, in that somehow, both times, Disney fucked the fuck up.

People will take what they want from whatever they're consuming. It is what it is. I quit after the season premiere because i hated the short runtime, the cramming of three different potential subplots into thirty fucking minutes, the ridiculousness of all three subplots, and, most of all, the desecration of IG-11. I read elsewhere that the season premiere was a hit! People liked it! They were excited by it! Good for them! I'm glad they got something out of it. People got paid and put hours, blood, sweat, and tears into producing this show and I would want for them to know that their efforts were worth something.

But it is so hard to ignore how increasingly inconsistent, aimless, illogical, and bewildering the the entire season has been. We have now seen 7 of 8 episodes and even the 7th episode, supposedly the "best of the series", got a ton of complaints on a storytelling level. I read elsewhere, both on tumblr and twitter, that this season is now very plot-driven rather than character-driven when previously the show was extremely character-driven. Season 1 happened because Din couldn't leave Grogu behind in Imperial hands and thus uprooted himself and his covert with his decision to go back for the child. Season 2 happened because Din was now searching for Grogu's kind while we the viewers knew that Gideon was alive and well and likely still hunting for the child. Season 3 - and I'm saying this as someone who'd been reading reaction posts, summaries, meta, discourse, etc, instead of watching it because I love myself enough to Not Do That - doesn't seem to have that. It really felt like the story beats, wherever the fuck they were, felt more like "now move from Point A to Point B in order to get closer to Point C". They needed to check things off on a list in order to prepare for the MCUfication of the Disneyficaiton of the OG Thrawn Trilogy, something that I know a lot of people want... but at what cost?

I really hate how likely it is that the show is going to push DinxBo on us and I really hate how much people are expecting it and dreading it. I hate the compulsive heternormativity and the expectations and dread that come with it. I hate how it ruins characters and stories. If you like this ship, good for you. Don't talk to me, I don't care.

This really feels like watching The Last Jedi all over again. I was sold on Finn and Rey as co-leads only to be told to my fucking face that white neo-fashy Kylo was now co-leading because for some reason Rey got it into her head to save him? Meanwhile Finn got tazed and shoved to the side in a tone-deaf subplot with Rose, and Poe turned into a bizarre caricature who needed to be taught lessons by older white women. Like, sorry but I can't unsee this shit. I can't undo the betrayal I felt at the bait and switch of the ST.

And now it happened all over again with The Mandalorian. I'll give it one thing: When Din and Greef first encountered the pirates on Space Renn Faire Nevarro, I got those space western vibes again. And for those few seconds, I felt hope that the previous however many minutes were just a rough start and we're back to space westerning our way to Mandalore. That hope died real fast, didn't it? Fuck me, I guess.

I've started using Tumblr's tag tracking feature to keep tabs on the more critical Mandalorian tags. I'll add them to this post so that you can use them yourself. There are also a lot of interesting coversations happening elsewhere by various blogs. You might have to get creative with your tag searching. Just know that just as many people are out there happy with this show, there are just as many who are dissatisfied with it. That's usually how it goes, but man I can't remember the last time I saw a bunch of the fandom community turn on a show/movie/book series the way we've done with The Mandalorian. It's a damn shame because deep down, a part of me is desperate for it to find its feet and get good again. But honestly, with all the announcements that came out of SWC 2023, I think that ship has sailed and the best thing to do is take all the good you can find from it and mold it into your own sand castles.

[appleslices]

i was tagged by @thesentdowngirl and @plusque

Nickname: zee

Height: 5'4"

Last google search: diy miniatures

Song stuck in my head: i dont remember the title but its kylie minogue and its the one with the "remember the old days walking in rhythm the night is for livin' it's in your hands now to... something something" i lose the lyrics at this point

Number of followers: 390ish

Amount of sleep: a blissful 7ish hours of sleep last night

Lucky number: i don't have one of these i don't believe in numbers

Dream job: i get money to fuck around with art and crafts all day but with no pressure to scramble for freelance work or do corporate design altho atp its inevitable LOL

What are you wearing right now: jeans and a sweater vest with a teddybear pattern

Favorite media: god ig video games bc they engage like audio, visual, and tactile senses At once its very easy for me to be invested in the narrative, concepts, visuals etc. but like tv shows are also very big for me, there are many good ones out there and i love learning abt the visual language and story telling of that kind of "long term" film.

Favorite song: song of the week is "ya no soy tu baby" by princess alba

Favorite instrument: cello, synths, drums

Aesthetic: idk i enjoy a lot of different aesthetic movements and it's impossible to boil my Tastes into a singular movement or even blend them together BUT a few key faves are bauhaus and memphis group, i like brutalism but in combination with more color, i also enjoy baroque and some elements of rococo but i think even for someone who leans towards maximalism rococo can be overwhelming for me sometimes. fashion wise i really enjoy blending morikei with classic/gothic lolita i also have a few sort of like techwear adjacent and athleisure pieces i try and blend with my EGL to uhm varying degrees of success but also sometimes i just want to wear sweatpants but most of my shirts are blouses so they dont blend easily together.

Favorite author: god i dont know i don't read enough to answer this </3

Favorite animal noise: love cat sounds any noise a cat makes will be entertaining

Random: have any of u guys watched the dangerous liaisons tv series its actually really good im watching it with hannah and a lot of our commentary is very sort of like reactionary like we're watching a reality show but it's so engaging and the costume design is beautiful. and also i think there's some gender and sexuality going on with the two leads somethingggg about them is insane. sorry for spoilers but there's this one scene where camillle corssdresses to get into a gentleman's club and the whole time she and valmont are sooo h*rny about it and i really had to have hannah pause it while i had thoughts and she laughed at me (affectionately) the whole time while i was trying to Get Myself Together.

i've rambled on for sooo long i'm just going to tag "anyone who wants to do this" xoxox <333

[neomachine]

succession spoilers ig /

>huh why is there this much copium in the tomgreg tag this morning

>oh

>whoops

[blazing-dynamo]

Oh so I guess I should cross pollinate for that sweet sweet engagement, ig.

Hi I’m Sam. I host a mildly successful, but wholly non-lucrative podcast about RPGs, called RPG Bookclub.

You know how here on tumblr, it’s awesome when you’re current on a TV show because you can come on here and everyone is guessing what’s happening next and making theories and focused on just the one part we all just saw?

That rules! But video games don’t have that (besides episodic games), so you have to wait till you beat it, or risk spoilers, and talking about the games is a much less easy process until everyone involved has beaten it.

…unless?

Enter the Book Club format, where we artificially pick a stopping point each week, and just discuss 4-ish hours of a game instead of the whole thing, and make our way through a bunch of games.

We try to often play through games people don’t cover often, so if you like the games in the tags, come check us out.

We also have three supporter only sub-series: One where we play the Trails series, every game, in chronological order, called Bookclub no Kiseki. But that's a lot to play each week, so we take some time in the middle to play the Tales of... Series, which are much easier to digest. And the last one, the JRPG Canon, which is more of a review/analysis of the opening section of a bunch of games, and not actually playing them to completion.

If you’d like to check us out, We’re on Apple Podcasts, YouTube, Spotify, Stitcher, and all the other podcatchers that pull their data from one of these three.

You can also find us online at www.rpgbook.club for links to our discord and all that.

Thanks!

[violexides]

so, I’ve finished watching Turnabout Corner & Turnabout Serenade in full! i liked both of the cases :] I totally get how Corner can be sort of not-memorable but I really enjoy the way that everything tied together (ig I should avoid spoilers in this lol. oh whatever I’ll just tag it, I liked the several petty crimes thing) and Serenade is one of my favorite trials in the entire series which puts it up as one of the cases i liked most too.

I kind of want to watch Turnabout Succession now b/c... okay yeah admittedly it’s partly I just want more Klavier content, but I read part of the transcript already and admittedly like. I have really mixed feelings on the Jurist System and also how that case kind of goes but. I should watch it still 

I think I might not watch Turnabout Trump for a while honestly but not sure

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

what the character tags reference

h. HI.

so the ocs in the rg-verse have their own tags obviously, but their tags are also accompanied by a quote/sentence. i wanted to explain what they mean/reference so yeah!!!! under the cut as always lel

also i mentioned spoilers for final verdict and silent answer (specifically one last dream), the two parts of arcaea's main story, in this post. proceed with caution

———

1. "don't let him go" (ars):

this.....actually has smth to do with lore. i haven't explained much abt ars lore yet. not even in his trivia post, so i'll save the explanation for later~

2. "this is just a dream" (lucas):

it's a part in lucid traveler!

3. "another me" (ana):

the name of the song ana is based off of; another me by d_aan!!!

4. "where are you? please don't be dead." (galactic):

it has smth to do with galactic (and spinel)'s backstory. this quote was said months after spinel's disappearance.

5. "i don't give a f***" (destonio):

references a part in destruction 3, 2, 1.

6. "our fates are distorted" (fate):

references the name of the song fate is based off of; distorted fate by sakuzyo!

7. "to the furthest dream" (felicia):

song name for the song that felicia is based off of!

8. "darkest night i'll confront you here" (tessi/the testifier):

the first lyrics of testify.

9. "what an agonizingly long journey it has been" (abstruse):

initially, it references a tweet the official arcaea twitter/x acc made. now it's known as a quote from the severed eden story.

10. "this is all my fault" (trojan):

it has smth to do with the story. not gonna spoil that~

11. "money can't buy happiness (but creating things can" (logos):

uh.....the first part references her bio. the second part however......is pretty much outdated. i'll give her a new, updated tag soon. but not now. BECAUAE I'M LAZY AYGHHFHF

12. "a special kind of texture" (primeval texture):

references a quote in the primeval-lore-focused comic i posted awhile back!

13. "i exist" (ego eimi):

""Ego eimi" (ἐγώ εἰμι) in Ancient Greek means "I am" or "I exist". The phrase has Christian theological significance due to its usage in the Gospel of John, where Jesus uses the phrase to assert his presence and divinity" — thing from arcaea wiki

14. "like an ice cube" (technicolour):

references technicolour's weapon (bc nearly everyone here has their own weapons honestly); a small looking cube. Don't Be Fooled By It's Appearance, However.

15. "to the new dream" (dahlia):

supposed to reference felicia's tag, ig?? lmao

16. "the embodiment of chaos and destruction herself" (arghena):

this has smth to do with lore, so i can't say it here. it Is pretty odd how she gets a title like this and not destonio, who is literally the god of destruction here....hmmmmmmmmm

17. "it's not your fault. don't blame it on yourself. please." (tempo):

connected to trojan's tag, which is why i can't say the reasoning here~

18. "authentication: successful" (shifta):

references a part in temporal shifting.

19. "i heard the world is collapsing" (callima karma):

kind of a reference to a lyric in the og song, but bc i forgot what it was for some reason, i might be super wrong for some reason. obviously i remember the part where "arcaea" was mentioned, and since this is Not arcaea, i had to change that lel.

20. "the one who got away" (spinel):

you thought that tag is a reference to that one song? you fucking thought wrong. this has smth to do with her backstory, actually. referencing how she ran away and just went 'missing'.

21. "is it so wrong for a girl to like bugs?" (pamolia):

references a part in pupa's official mv. sort of. forgot how it originally went so i Might get this part wrong. UM. ANYWAYS.

22. "butterflies tear people apart" (pupa):

when i was going thru the comment section for pupa's official mv, i noticed a few ppl commenting that exact quote, so naturally, i had to reference it somehow :3333

23. "he was the one who bared witness to her wrath" (tempestissimo):

i think my art related to tessi, lacey, and tempestissimo already implied this enough, but this tag references how tessi fucking murdered tempest. yea. and while we're on that topic, that also references how hikari killed tairitsu in final verdict. and the way tessi gave up her goddess powers and became lacey just to bring tempest back to life is ALSO A REFERENCE TO SILENT ANSWER'S STORY SPECIFICALLY ONE LAST DREAM'S STORY. AND. AND—

24. "last (moment or eternity?)" (lacey):

references last, last | moment, and last | eternity.

25. "you are your very own light!" (hikaru):

that one phigros tip 🥹

26. "welcome to the progression express~☆" (arta):

references my very first artwork of him, actually! and also references how he's a train conductor

27. "the fireworks that bring tragedy" (lumine):

has smth to do with destonio and lumine lore. not gonna elaborate further tho. for now at least.

28. "the math expert himself" (aleph-0):

references how he's a math teacher. also, aleph-0 is a math thing, am i wrong?

29. "class memories (trauma and paranoia)" (clarith):

references her backstory (and also class memories itself ig)

30. "class memories (realist and serious)" (chase):

references his backstory (and also class memories itself ig)

OH MY GOD WE ARE AT THE END OF THE POST THANK YOU IF YOU READ IT UNTIL THIS MUCH OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[twelvegrimmyplace]

Watching succession and immediately looking at the stuff on Kendall’s daughters’ bedroom walls in search of harry, bc I’m unwell, a sick individual who knew he would be there, and there he was.

[getosubaru]

It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me

a/n: yah, @inb4belphienaps​​ is an enabler. i’ve been threatening to send them all to therapy and here’s the start of that ig

summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

pairing: could be lucifer/reader, but i’m leaving it gen for now.

warnings: none; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers since author can’t remember when shit happened in canon; not proofread/betaread; author is a psychology grad student which is its own warning.

current rating: t; may change once later chapters come up, especially with belphegor.

wc: ~1.6k for this chapter. others should be longer i hope

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

Diavolo clears his throat, shuffling a few documents in front of him idly. “If there are no other concerns, we can—“

“Actually, I have something I wanted to suggest?” You raise your hand from the far end of the conference table. 

Nine pairs of eyes lock in on you, a few surprised you would interrupt Diavolo in a formal meeting. You square your shoulders and focus on the prince. 

“Please, go ahead,” he says with a gentle wave of his hand. 

“Satan reported that the school extracurriculars are in the black this semester given the successful fundraising fair held after midterms.” You pause to look at the demon in question, who nods. “I know that extra funding is earmarked for gym upgrades, but is that a necessity?” 

Beel sets aside his fifth granola bar and hums. “We did some upgrades last year and nothing is really out of date. I was thinking of replacing the flooring in the wrestling team’s practice room, but that’s just because of a few small tears.” 

“Ooh, whatcha plannin’, human?” asks a grinning Mammon. 

“Nothing you’ll find fun,” you say before he can get ahead of himself. 

Diavolo leans forward, intrigued at the turn the conversation’s taking. “What did you have in mind?” 

You brace yourself. It’ll be a hard sell, even for the most level-headed of the demons. Though you’ve practiced your speech, it’s far more daunting than you expected. 

“Given the recent upheavals, stressful situations, and past traumatic experiences that the student council has dealt with, it would be prudent for the funding to instead be used for outside resources to be brought in to ensure no lasting damage has occurred.” 

You manage not to stutter nor mumble. While the nine of them stare at you with mostly blank faces, you’re just happy your words came out coherent. Lucifer is the first to recover.

“This is why you were so dedicated to coming to the meeting today,” he says rather than asks. It had been a bit of a fight to get him to let you tag along for a “boring budgeting meeting”.

“Therapy,” clarifies Satan. “You want the entire student council to attend therapy with the extra money.”

“Oh fuck n—“

Asmo reaches over to smack Mammon on the head. “No cursing in meetings, idiot.” 

A hint of a smile touches Barbatos’ lips as he watches the realization settle over the others. Even Diavolo makes a face of distaste at the idea. You keep your eyes on the butler, well aware of who really holds the reins around here. When the rest of the table descends into small arguments, he winks one vivid green eye at you. 

“Gentlemen,” you start calmly. No one pays you any mind. Levi looks close to tears as Asmo and Mammon bicker on either side of him. “Hey! Don’t make me use the pacts!” 

Silence prevails. Lucifer and Satan pull back from each other with red-tinged faces. Even Belphie is wide awake and sulking from his place next to an uncharacteristically somber Beel. Diavolo flushes when you train the same glare on him you usually save for the brothers. 

“If we could get back to the matter at hand,” suggests Barbatos. 

“MC, I don’t think you realize just how delicate a situation like that would be,” says Lucifer. 

Diavolo nods. “Many of the things you’re alluding to would be considered state secrets at best. Finding qualified counselors who could pass the clearance checks required would be incredibly difficult.” 

This one you prepared for. You owe Solomon a favor now, but he promised it wouldn’t be anything too weird. You stand and rummage through your bag, tossing a heavy tome onto the table, followed by a thick manila folder. Even Hell has proper office stationary, apparently. 

“Good thing I took the preemptive measure of finding such therapists, as well as the vows one could take to ensure secrecy,” you chirp. “Who knew demonic medical texts could be so interesting?”

You flick the book open to a section titled “Patient-Clinician Confidentiality Vows” and slide it down the table to Diavolo. Next, you pull out your carefully crafted list of demonic counselors and send it to Barbatos. Finally, a schedule for individual and group meetings—color-coded and triple-checked against classes and extracurriculars—is passed down to Lucifer. 

“You’ve broken the group meetings down strangely,” he says after a moment. 

“Not at all,” you counter. “I’ve identified the most stressed relationships within the group and planned accordingly. The actual therapists might make changes; this is just a hypothetical mock up.” 

Belphie glances at you from under his bangs. “When did you get time to do all of this?” 

“Some of us don’t sleep 20 hours a day.”

The youngest demon scowls at you, but there’s no heat in it. He presumably hasn’t seen that you’ve listed your relationship with him as one needing extra attention. That’ll be a fun conversation. 

“It seems like you’ve thought of everything,” says Diavolo cautiously. He trades reading material with a stunned Lucifer. “But why have you included Barbatos and myself?” 

You try not to fidget as the bomb drops that you’ve basically said the two most powerful demons in hell need therapy. “Both of you are involved in the recent…situations,” you hedge. 

“That’s not everything, though.” Barbatos raises a brow at you in a challenge. Come on, say it outright, it seems to convey. 

You inhale sharply. To hell with diplomacy. “Fine. Diavolo has been sheltered and isolated his entire life from what I understand. You have been in a constant state of servitude for millennia. The very idea of you taking a single day off nearly sent you both into hysterics. Nevermind the co-dependent flavor of that, but neither of you seems able to exist outside of your roles.” 

“MC,” barks Lucifer in reproach. You ignore him in favor of staring down Diavolo.

“I have had lunch with you nearly every day for almost a year and you still were shocked when I referred to you as a friend two weeks ago,” you continue. “And Barbatos, I came over last month to hang out—not follow you around doing chores I know you could have delegated.”

Exactly how many humans could get away with mouthing off at the Duke of Hell and the future Demon King? One, apparently, since neither appears pissed off.

“MC, that’s enough,” snaps Lucifer. 

You fix your eyes on him. “Don’t get me started on you too.”

It’s no secret you’re softer on the eldest brother than you are on the rest of them. Your relationship took some time to reach this point of mutual respect, but Satan and Belphie kicked you out of the Anti-Lucifer League a while ago. It was very dramatic; they even confiscated your personalized member pin. 

Your pact mark with Satan warms on your skin, snapping you out of your staring contest with Lucifer. Wrath isn’t going to be the way to win with him now. 

“We can talk about this later,” you say with far more calm than you feel. “But the overall plan is sound and would be beneficial from an interpersonal standing and a governing perspective.” 

Levi, of all people, nods. “I have something similar set up in the Navy. After a hard or stressful mission, I make sure the regiment gets counseling and proper debriefing. It usually results in the team being more effective together on their next mission anyway.” 

Right. He helms the entire Royal Navy. Easy to forget when he’s tapping away at his gacha games in a Ruri-chan shirt. 

“If there is no more discussion, can we move to a vote?” suggests Barbatos. “MC, as the presenter, you’ll be excluded from the vote.”

You nod and take your seat. Crystals the size of your fist appear in front of each demon seated at the table. 

“All in favor?” asks Diavolo. 

The previously dim crystals glow with the color of their respective demon’s magic. Diavolo’s looks like it holds black fire. Shimmering teal radiates from Barbatos’. The next to light is a deep orange, then a deep red. Asmo’s pink somehow manages to look as petulant as the pouting demon himself. The sickly green you associate with Satan flares into existence. Mammon huffs before his crystal alights with a cheerful gold. The youngest demon in the room closes his eyes and flicks his finger, spinning a lazy purple within his crystal. 

Only Lucifer is left. He ignores the other council members in favor of looking at you. Backing down from his stare would be a mistake. Instead, you lift one eyebrow in a mockery of the expression he often wears. His assent isn’t needed for the vote to pass, but it means something to you. 

He was the reason you had the idea in the first place. 

Lucifer frowns, though his pact mark twinges. He can keep his mask of reluctance, but you know he is proud of the way you’ve handled this—the way you’ve handled him. 

You let yourself smile in satisfaction as the last crystal glows royal blue. 

“The motion passes,” announces Diavolo. “MC, Barbatos and I will take it from here on planning. Everyone should expect their appointment schedules within the week.”

The meeting is dismissed without further discussion. Lucifer retreats to his room with dinner and speaks to no one for the rest of the night. 

This is a process, you remind yourself as you fall asleep without your usual post-dinner quiet time with the eldest. 

You can only hope that you don’t push him away for good in trying to help. 

[moonlitdesertdreams]

The Passing of Time

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Summary: The reader views some of their 'greatest hits' at the TVA

Tags: Loki x Reader, Loki Laufeyson, Loki Series, TVA, Variants, greatest hits, angst, memories, sad!reader, some backstory ig, this one's a doozy, marvel, marvel imagine, avengers, Asgardian!readers

WARNINGS: just context-y spoilers from the Loki series. All of the angst, some canon-typical violence

Word Count: 2,134

Time passes differently in the TVA.

Hence, you were unsure how long you had stared down the projector in front of you before pressing play.

“Mother, look!”

You were a toddler in the projection.

-

A mere child, arms outstretched as you tumbled across the field your family nurtured in order to collect enough coinage for bread on the daily.

“It’s beautiful, Y/N. Take it to the market tonight, I feel someone may buy it.” Your mother, while soft in the eyes and kind to speak with, only said it to gain another copper piece from the townsfolk.

“But Mother, why do I have to sell it?” You protested, “I made it, and I want to keep this one.”

-

You leaned forward, flicking the projector’s knob until that picture faded out and a new one took its place.

Loki and yourself were sat in a time theater deep within the TVA, your ‘greatest hits’ reel entered in the system. Mobius had given in after your successful testing of Loki’s apocalypse theory, and led the pair of you to a secluded theater. Only one guard stood outside the door, while Mobius claimed he had copious amounts of paperwork to take care of whilst you watched.

When the new picture was assembled, you tapped play to resume your reel.

-

“Excuse me, Madam?”

A voice caught your mother’s attention over the bustling sounds of the market, and she turned to the source. A gasp escaped her lips, and she immediately bent herself into a bow.

“Queen Frigga!” Your mother cried, “Welcome. Thank you for visiting my stall, it is an honor.”

The Goddess was dressed in a simple red gown, covered with a gray cloak to blend with the commoners. Her hair was braided in a tight, intricate formation with curls framing her face. Frigga smiled kindly despite the Einherjar flanking her. “The honor is all mine. I actually came bearing a gift. My son found something that I believe belongs to you.”

Your mother’s forehead wrinkled with curiosity, watching as the Einherjar stepped aside to reveal yourself standing beside a young boy around the same age, dressed in the royal leathers and gold of Asgardian royalty. His hair was inky black and pushed away from his face, while sharp blue eyes watched her carefully.

“Oh your highness, I apologize! My child has a habit of wandering. I hope there was no trouble.”

The young boy stepped up beside his mother, chest puffing proudly. “No trouble at all, Madam. Y/N and I were actually discussing some literature.”

Frigga set a hand on either childs’ shoulder. “It was my delight. It’s not often Prince Loki makes friends so easily.”

-

In the TVA your hand rubbed at your thigh, recounting the memory in your head, though there was much less detail. You allowed your fingers to reach towards the now-grown Loki beside you. His own twined with yours, while the other hand reached to the projector and fast forwarded through scenes from your childhood that were vaguely familiar, until one painful memory filled the screen.

-

“I can’t believe she’s gone.”

Your voice was muffled behind your hands, tears running between your fingers. You were the only one left in the family. Your father was long dead, and now your mother, gone to an unknown plague. The other field workers in the village pitched in to build a funeral pyre, and you watched the woman who cared and nurtured you go up in flames. Now old enough to take over her work yourself, you were destined to bear the weight of a peasant family on your own.

“Are you in need of some company?”

The crisp, regal accent was unmistakable, and you wiped fruitlessly at your face. Prince Loki stood behind you, dressed in a black leather tunic and overcoat, flashes of silver near the collar and bordering the lapels. His hair was shorter than it had been a fortnight earlier, now tucked neatly behind his ears despite the curls attempting to thrive in the humidity of rural Asgard.

“Loki.” His name was a cry for help, and the young man stepped towards you with open arms. You pressed into his chest, looking away from the pyre. “Why are you here?”

“You’re one of my true friends, Y/N. I couldn’t let you do this alone.”

-

You squeezed your Loki’s fingers, and he readjusted your chairs until you could lean into him. He swiped tears away from your eyes, and did the work of changing the memory on screen.

-

Green drapery, golden floors and ceilings bathed in warm afternoon light, while a pillar cast shadows onto the bed.The only reason you had to enter Loki’s chambers now was under the guise of cleaning, as he had offered you a position maintaining his chambers and library in the castle after your mother’s death. However, this time you entered to find him sullen and broken as he told you of Thor’s banishment.

“Loki, listen to me. I could understand the thought of holding off Thor’s coronation, but this is going too far.” You hissed, pacing his royal chambers.

The God of Mischief sat before you on the aforementioned bed, elbows on his knees and chin in his hand. “Father has fallen into the Odinsleep.”

You stopped your pacing.

“What?” You sat beside him. “Why? What caused this?”

A watery chuckle escaped the man beside you, and he turned to meet your eyes. “Do you think I’m a bad person? A poor brother or son?”

You reached for Loki’s hand, but he pulled away.

“Don’t!” He stood, keeping his eyes trained on you. “I’ll show you why Odin fell into his sleep.”

You furrowed your brow at the use of Odin’s name. “Your father?”

Loki took a deep breath, and channeled the power he had felt while holding the casket deep beneath them in the weapons vault. He felt his Asgardian visage fall away, and blinked open crimson eyes to stare at you.

“He’s not my father.”

It was obvious to you what Loki was, but you managed to keep your face straight until he faded back into his familiar self. And suddenly it made sense. He was a chess piece to Odin; something the King of kings could use to bargain with Jotunheim in the future. Perhaps sooner than anticipated, had Loki not found out.

“You’re adopted.” You forced yourself to refrain from using the word ‘stolen’.

Loki scoffed. “An incredibly kind way of putting it, thank you, Y/N.”

You were undeterred by his hostility, and stood from the bed, strong in your boots. The revelation that Loki was not purely Asgardian was shocking and altogether a disgusting action by his father from a moral standpoint, but you knew this man was the same one you had been friends with since that fateful day at the market.

“Loki, you’re no different-”

“Of course I am! You are more suited to the throne than I at this point, for at least your blood is pure!”

You shook your head, even as Loki stalked towards you in a menacing fashion. “You don’t scare me. I don’t care if you’re Jotun or not, you’re the same Loki I’ve always known.”

“I’m a monster.” He growled, breath fanning over your face, “A stolen relic to heal the wounds between two realms.”

Holding your head high, you were centimeters from his face. Your eyes flicked to his lips, and the decision you made to kiss him was split-second. It was full of sorrow and guilt, anger and passion. Loki’s hands clutched almost painfully into your hair, and your nails stuck into his tunic.

“You’re no monster.” You inhaled against his mouth, “You’re broken.”

-

This recollection had you shaking with dry sobs, even though it was likely more painful to Loki than yourself. His arm was warm around your shoulders in the present, and you held onto it like your life depended on it. You reached for the projector, and the next memory was all too painful. There was a flicker before it queued up completely, of Loki holding one end of Gungnir while Thor held the other. The God of Mischief was dangling over the black hole beneath the broken Bifrosts.

“No!” You lunged at the projector, spinning the knob furiously. “I won’t watch it again.”

Loki’s arm around your shoulders relaxed fractionally. “Are you going to finish it?”

You took a deep breath. “Yes.”

Following your desperate skip to the future to avoid heartache, the memories were now completely unfamiliar to you.

-

“Odin allows these visits?”

You smirked from your seat on the floor of Loki’s white cell. “Not exactly. A certain sorceress taught me what I believe to be an invisibility incantation. And I like to believe Heimdall likes me, and his actions aren’t treasonous.”

-

In real time, you turned to Loki. “This is…”

“What would have happened if we’d stayed.”

You reached for the knob again, gliding past the horrific slaying of Frigga that you had witnessed on Loki’s reel when you first arrived at the TVA.

“I don’t want to watch her die again.”

Loki swallowed, kissing your temple. “Thank you.”

-

“I’m not leaving him, Thor.”

You sat on the dismal ground of Svartalfheim, hands resting on Loki’s still chest.

“Y/N, you can’t stay here.” The God of Thunder protested. Jane was clutched to his side, and you only could stare at the corpse in front of you. “He’s gone.”

“I’ll hate you forever if you make me leave. I will find a way to return to Asgard.”

-

There were tears in your eyes now, and even Loki was watching the screen with baited breath. You nudged the dial just a bit, until you saw Thor leave and Loki moving again.

“You faked your death.” You accused.

“It seemed that way on my tape as well.”

A moment later, another unfamiliar vision appeared.

-

You were thrown against the glimmering Bifrost, back crunching dangerously upon impact. Hela stalked towards you, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you to your knees. Your armor from Sakaar was torn and broken, revealing torn skin and blood.

“I don’t know how much farther I have to go for you to understand.”

“If you lay a hand on her-”

“L-Loki…” You choked, eyes weakly watching him congregate with Thor and Valkyrie, “It’s alright. Don’t stop.”

His eyes were panicked, wildly darting between the Goddess of Death and your beaten body.

“Hand over the sword.” Hela demanded, hand tightening at your throat.

“They’ll never let you have this place.” You managed, turning your head enough to spit blood onto Death’s shoes.

“Oh, I’ve had enough.”

Hela thrust a blade into your chest without warning, ripping through your heart. You slumped almost instantly, and the noise faded to a droll until your consciousness was truly gone. The last noise you heard was Loki’s enraged shouting.

-

You blinked, standing from the table abruptly and pacing back and forth. “So that’s it? We both just die gruesome deaths?”

Loki remained seated, only tapping his toes against the floor in acknowledgement. “As I said. Glorious purpose.”

Unaware of your own actions, your feet moved until they were planted before Loki’s. He looked up at you with an indecipherable expression, raising to his full height.

“Our relationship was born of pain, and we shall die of it. In another timeline, I suppose.” Loki pondered.

“We never even got to live.” You murmured, leaning into his chest. “I wanted… more.”

It felt like much later when you and Loki crawled into a twin bed together. Your mind had been focused on your tape since it finished with your death. The sound of Hela’s blade in your chest, and Loki’s mournful shouts were all you could think about. Your melancholy had grown so bad that Mobius excused the both of you to get some sleep before continuing on case files.

“Are you alright?” Loki’s tone was casual.

Not too soft, not too pitiful. Just him.

“I’ll make it.”

You pressed your back to his chest and closed your eyes, waiting to fall asleep. It felt like forever and in no time at all before you were forced to wake. Mobius had given you an alarm, but there was no clock. It only measured the ‘appropriate’ length for slumber.

You didn’t know how long the nightmare had carried on. Didn’t know how long it would be- or, had been- since Hela thrust a blade more than half your height into your chest.

You just hoped that in some time, the madness would end. But in all reality, time was an illusion built by humans. A sacred illusion, monitored by the TVA.

An illusion in which you died at the hands of Death itself.

Time passes differently in the TVA.

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[where-all-the-time-went]

no one can stop me; here’s a robin scherbatsky theory that’s not “the robin theory”

if you follow the himym tag here, you’ve seen it in every language: 

“𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓻𝔂: aesthetic post about how women are complicated” that i never finish reading because i’m lazy

then again, i doubt enough people follow the himym tag to know what i’m talking about. well, it lead you here if you do, so i wanted to talk about robin a bit differently. there’s stuff about her character arc that always drew me in, even if it may very well have been unintentional. (spoilers ig)

Robin is often looked at as your typical will-they-won’t-they female love interest: a woman who is focused on her career often to an unhealthy extent. However, I thought there was something to speak to about how her childhood affected this aspect of her personality.

Robin’s father raised her to be a boy. In her household, femininity was a death sentence. Hell, she spent her 14h birthday fighting off wolves. There’s nothing wrong with nontraditional gender expression, but the common understanding of the advocacy on the subject is that everyone always have a choice. Robin was never granted that choice, because toxic masculinity made her father uncomfortable with raising a girl. 

Which brings me back to my opener: career-orientedness is a traditionally masculine trait. For Robin, who was never given a choice towards how she chose to express herself, it may very well have seemed the natural route. Robin does not want to focus on the traditionally “girly” romance the same way Ted and Marshall do, yet Ted and Marshall simultaneously have huge career aspirations. They are able to balance these goals because they, particularly Marshall, are comfortable enough with both of their traditionally masculine and feminine sides. Ted is a hopeless romantic and also a devoted architect, while Marshall is passionate and outspoken about the environment while putting Lily above all else.

Fortunately, as the show progresses, Robin’s priorities begin to shift. Sure, she still focuses on her career as a news anchor, and continues to push Ted away in part because of it, but her attitude changes. Some may think this is symbolized in season five by her relationship with Don: when she’s offered a job in Chicago, he ends up taking it, because she puts her relationship first. However, this decision is a low point for Robin, and ends in heart break. Here, instead of communicating with Don in order to balance her relationship and her career, she immediately chooses her relationship. Rather than learn the lesson from her poorly timed relationship with Ted, Robin flips to the other extreme, and loses Don. This turns out fine for her because Don’s own decision suggests and inconsiderate nature, but does not imply that she has truly learned her lesson.

On the other hand, in season nine, after Robin’s marriage to Barney, the two decide to travel together for her work. Robin allows herself to fall in love with Barney, and although the two do not “settle down” in the traditional sense, it is definitely not the masculine-like “casual” relationship she and Barney would have looked for in seasons one and two. Unfortunately, their relationship falls apart for this very reason, but it ends in a somewhat-amicable divorce. This was a decision I agreed with, mainly because it seemed to me like Robin’s internal conflict around her gender roles clashed with Barney’s own.

 @jmagnabo92​ (who I hope doesn’t mind me mentioning them) made what I consider a fantastic point about Robin’s timeline after breaking up with Barney. While she pursues her career, she avoids Ted until the time is exactly right. Robin has made the rational decision to focus on one thing she loves--her career--to protect the other: Ted. Thus, her character arc is completed when her and Ted’s implied relationship comes full circle. Robin has managed to find extreme career success, and later, romantic success. She does not have to be traditionally feminine, and act as a mother, but she also does not have to play to the extreme, and can be in a relationship with a man she loves. 

I do not know whether any of this was intentional, but I think Robin, as a character, is a perfect lesson about how forcing oneself to conform to one gender role or another hurts oneself and those around them. Robin hurt herself by denying herself romance, she hurt Barney by never being able to settle down, and got hurt by Don when she misunderstood her own priorities. Of course, she never had a responsibility to be the perfect woman for Ted or Barney, but she stuck around and continued to be friends with both despite her failed relationships. Her maturity in this sense is directly correlated with her maturity in her understanding of her gender. 

tl;dr robin’s dad SUUUUCKS but we all kno barney likes girls w daddy issues. its ok now tho shes all better

[stony-ao3-feed]

we can live forever

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WI8iyG

by merthurxmalec

SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: ENDGAME

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Tony knew from the moment FRIDAY told him that the model was successful that he was going to die.

Words: 1768, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Sort Of, this is a 'fuck the end I'm gonna do it my way' fix it, Fix-It, the Steve/Tony is implied here because I am physically incapable of writing a fic without them, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), based on ig post

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WI8iyG

[hoedameron]

big night for television because i not only watched my two szn faves pero i found another show to watch. here is a little rundown that no one cares to read but i wanna talk about them bc the online community is super small and there aren’t any cool bitches </3

spoilers!! //

ncis szn 18 premiere: i think it’s so mf sexy that the showrunners/writers didn’t write in about the pandemic like...it was such a relief. this is already traumatic to continue to experience but my gosh, very appreciative for those who are actually on the frontlines and just don’t want that reminder. ANYWAYS! that fucking beginning got me standing up and shrieking i was like NO WAY did gibbs try to shoot down mcgee ain’t no WAY !! i demand mf ANSWERS like how COME he is chasing that plane, why is mcgee alone, why is gibbs on the mf ROOF with a SNIPER RIFLE?? also that shit with fornell...like KINGS if this show wasn’t homophobic, those two would make a really great couple love wins <3 but also, their friendship is incredibly special and i like that aspect more than a romantic relationship between the two. they’re always getting into some shit and it’s like jaksdjslka. oh, jimmy :(( almost getting hurt :(( that’s my mans y’all why would u wanna hurt him :(( him with those rolled up sleeves though 🤤😏 bishop and torres being the duo that they are...wish to see them again. the plot was pretty okay like it wasn’t thrilling and it was kinda like oh man, this shit wild fr...solid start! can’t wait for what they cooked up for the rest of the szn. ALSO!! next week is the 400th (FOUR HUNDREDTH!!) episode and it looks so scrumptious we get young gibbs and young ducky let’s fucking GOOOOOO

fbi szn 3 premiere: okay let’s just take a moment of silence for our lost comrades kristen and special agent emily WE POUR ONE OUT FOR Y’ALL :// this shit had me on the edge of my seat bitch!! i missed this show like yeah it kinda put me in a sad mood knowing that we lost a series regular so suddenly (and i still don’t know why...there are no articles out) but this shit was culturally relevant. it did touch on the pandemic with face masks but i think some of the scenes were shot before the pandemic so there was like...some hella inconsistencies. HOWEVER! i am willing to gloss over that shit when there is some ajskdjskal shit happening on the screen. never disappointed in the writers to deliver some poignant shit like in the beginning where the dude said that all white people are racists, including him and her (her being the other character in the scene) and the way she reacted was so funny like YES BITCH YOU TOO “GOOD WHITE GIRL”. and that new character nestor? is he staying on for the rest of the season because.....🤤😏 maggie, if you ain’t claiming him i will take both him and oa in one swoop <33 ANYWAYS, that shit with oa and his informant....that shit hurted 😔 can’t believe these mfers were about to snpe his ass and for what -_- also the music never ceases to make me bounce in my seat like YEEHAW!! the maggie snippet of why she wasn’t happy about the “success” of her undercover work before coming back to the fbi....MAN, okay more shit hurt damn bitch!! also the new girl (forgot her name lol) that is scola’s (barely remembered this guy’s name lol) partner now, she so bad like she seems like a fun character we will see how she fairs. and scola, my mans....looking fine as always <33 jubal.....scrumptious and showing up that whole command center and for what! love him. fbi always has a fire season so i can’t wait to watch :)

big sky series premiere: YES, SUE ME, I WATCHED IT!! it was advertised all over twitter and my dad and i saw some ads for weeks so we were like okay, let’s give it a chance...and it is actually REALLY fucking good. predominately white cast pero whatever ig...annoying because we only have one black woman in the cast and that is IT for people of color....crickets. anyways, the plot is interesting and it may be typical: a trucker in his late 30s who still lives with his overbearing mom gets sick and tired of her snide remarks that are supposed to be “out of love” and starts kidnapping people...possibly even killing them. the twist is that, well, he has a state trooper covering for his eyes and HE LITERALLY KILLED SOMEBODY BECAUSE THE KIDNAPPER (forgot his name lol) WAS GETTING “SLOPPY”. back to the other characters, we got cassie and jennie/jenny (idk which spelling it is) who are kinda in a fight bc cassie slept with jenny’s husband who are separated but the miscommunication led jenny to get big mad when she found out cassie slept with cody (husband). now they’re gonna have to work together (they’re all private detectives/investigators) despite this to find the girlfriend of jenny’s son who went missing when she was on a roadtrip with her sister to meet with her son. ANYWAYS yeah it sounds a bit boring BUT that cliffhanger made me stand the FUCK up like AHHHHHHH!! this season looks fire and i am willing to give it a shot :) i actually thought that big sky was more about the supernatural but it’s just some white guy abducting women so what’s new

and that does it! tuesdays are for da copaganda :3c taking three hours out of my day of being a police and prison abolitionist to watch ncis, fbi, and big sky 😼 and that is like the only day besides sunday (SUNDAYS ARE FOR DA NCIS NOLA BEST NCIS) so like...i really don’t watch anything on streaming for some odd reason. like, give me a television show on the tv where i gotta wait every week for an episode with commercials and i am THERE but give me a streaming show with zero commercials and i’m like 😐 wonder if there is any content for these...don’t mind me gonna go in da tags 🤠