#that said I am almost certain that she has committed crimes

[matsukaah]

☆°•a.n - This fanfic was my first finished since 2018, so maybe it's not a big deal, but I'm proud of it and I hope you like it If there is any coherence error, it is due to English not being my native language (but it was reviewed by @icecreamonstrawberrypie 🩷 and I am very grateful!!)

☆°•warnings - 3.5k words, some swearing, just a relaxing experience

☆°•context - In this short story, you prepare to spend the next three days at your boyfriend's house. Gyutaro is a man who wants to give you the best days of your life, even if in a clumsy way, he wants to try the things he always wanted to do, Gyutaro wants to show that you are worth everything the world can offer

Gyutaro – Slumberparty

Today is very cold, but you can’t help but take quick steps, your luck is not to be far from the Shabana brothers’ residence, where you intend to spend the night. Your backpack is a “little” heavy, as you ended up filling it with necessary and unnecessary things, just in case. Due to both of their busy schedules, it is difficult to have the opportunity to spend quality time with their boyfriend, but they planned these three days together meticulously.

You can’t imagine how nervous he is, Gyutaro wanted to make sure that his days with him were perfect down to the smallest detail, making a point of tidying up the house from start to finish, almost as if he had committed a crime in that apartment and had to be clean. We also talked to Ume, as she is used to having girls’ nights out with her friends, sometimes with you, so if there’s a master on the subject, it’s her, getting lots of tips on games, games, movies that should be watched and foods that should be purchased. Like a butler he bought everything he thought he might like, even scented lemon-scented candles, but he wasn’t nervous, it was just a precaution (he was).

Hearing the knock on the door caused adrenaline to circulate throughout his entire body, almost crashing his brain, running desperately to the door, like a dog anxiously waiting for its owner. Seeing your face after so long alone made me sure I was about to die if I didn’t see you again, hugging your body with affection, burying my nose in your hair, smelling the fragrance of your shampoo, rolling my eyes in pleasure He pressed a little more, until he heard you complain, you know? Of not being able to breathe.

“I missed you too, sweetie, but shall we go inside? The backpack is heavy” you said modestly, since it was really fat.

“S-Sorry darling, let’s go in..” Gyutaro mentally cursed himself for not having noticed this before, taking your backpack in a gentlemanly manner, guiding you into the apartment.

The atmosphere was pleasant with the light acidic and bittersweet smell of lemon, you knew that Gyutaro had turned this house inside out for your arrival, it makes your cheeks heat up as you can’t help but smile. The sofa had been rearranged to be in front of the television, with some games purchased from the online store open on the screen, and even some DVDs of old games that Gyutaro had a certain passion for, and that he loved to share with you, from classics like castlevania, horror like Resident Evil is his passion, but he really loves games with nice graphics, especially if they are co-op, so he can share them with you. Gyutaro may have spent a lot of money on several consoles, even though he doesn’t use them all, he likes having them, and as they are the small luxuries he allows himself to have, he doesn’t mind spending so much. He recently bought Overcoocked2 for the two of you, he thinks it would be romantic to play a game like that with you, besides, he has seen several reports of people close to him who play together, some funny videos of people freaking out over the game itself, but it can’t be that bad, can it?

On the small table in front of the sofa there were several snacks, sweets and snacks that looked juicy, several sheets, pillows and stuffed animals that you shared as if they were your children. He will never admit it, but he hugs them while sleeping alone, as some of them are permeated with his scent, making him comfortable. But you know the truth, you’ve already come to see him as a surprise seeing him cling to the stuffed animals, it’s a rare and lovely sight.

On the floor you can also see some board games, and even a twister, you feel loved, for all the effort that Gyutaro showed in just a three-day date, it’s not easy to find a guy who is that passionate, or who has already If you’ve done half of what Gyutaro has already done for you, it would be foolish to let him slip through your fingers. He made sure to put your things near the couch, in case you needed to get something, and even though Gyutaro had rehearsed in his mind all kinds of things he wanted to do to you, now that you’re here he feels anxious, doing his thing. Breathing becomes deep and unregulated.

“Where.. I-I mean, do you want to do something darling?” The stumble in his words makes your face heat up, even though they’ve been dating for so long he still acts like a teenager in love.

“how about we play? You already got everything ready anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner, I would have helped you” her sweet words made Gyutaro feel proud, after all, his efforts had been recognized by the most incredible person in the world in his eyes.

“Ah yes.. I bought some new ones.. I also have a gift for you..” he guided you to sit on the couch next to him.

Looking forward to the surprise, his heart was beating fast, Gyutaro signaled with his hands, telling you to close your eyes, which he did without hesitation. He felt a light weight being placed on his thighs.

“you can open it...” he said nervously due to the tone of his voice.

Looking at it, it was a box, which glittered in dark purple wrapping paper, with some bows, undoing them with regret, since they were beautiful, he could appreciate the contents. With a plush pinkish interior, with a video game controller themed on the character Kuromi from Sanrio, with personalized buttons, all made to order and some by hand, you can see through small errors in the painting and deformities that only make it special, feeling a smile form, making your cheeks hurt. You looked at Gyutaro with eyes full of gratitude, until you looked at his hands, which had similar control to yours but the character Badtz-maru, you knew which character it was because it also belongs to Sanrio, but of course, also because it is the romantic couple and Kuromi. His control seemed to have been done more sloppily, making it obvious that his priority was to make his being more pleasant.

“If you don’t like it, I can do it again” he said nervously, even if he had tried hard, for you he would do it again until he died.

“Did I like it? I loved Gyu.. you the best I could ever dream of..” your sweet words made Gyutaro’s sleepless nights and a ton of tutorial videos worth it.

Seeing the crooked smile and red cheeks on his face made her heart beat faster, basically grabbing him at this opportunity, giving him little kisses on the cheeks, until she reached his mouth, where she stayed for a while. Gyutaro could spend all day glued to yours, honestly, but there’s still a lot to be done, he hugs your waist as he enjoys the moment. When they separate he can’t resist putting his face in your neck, his face is probably red, it would be shameful for you to look at him in that state, and you can’t hide it, his body is hot and sweaty, that always happens.

“We have to debut them, don’t we? I wanted to test a game that I bought, for both of us... I thought it would be cool, Overcoocked2, what do you think?” he said slyly, sincerely embarrassed, sinking deeper into your neck, squeezing your body in a sweet embrace.

“No matter what we do.. if we do it together I’ll like it” you said in a sweet voice, your smile was remarkable, as you stroked his hair.

—

“I’M GOING TO ASK YOU JUST ONCE, is the oven fucking your fucking brain?” Gyutaro spoke like a madman as thin veins protruded from his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m the one asking you, I say “cut the fucking tomato” and tell me you brainless person, what do you do besides throw them on the floor???” you said back in irritation, pointing at his face, it was the third time they had remade the same level involving pizza, always having different problems.

“HOW IT IS? DON’T COME WITH THIS! I’ve been cleaning up the shit you do since the beginning, and I’m the brainless one here?” he said, placing his finger on your forehead and pressing it.

“my sister has more cooking skills than you” he spat in your face in a rude tone, smiling cynically.

“you? I cleaned the plates, cut the cheese, put it in and took it out of the oven, because SOMEONE HERE doesn’t know how to cook without burning it, you knew you can’t sell charcoal, right? Or do I have to explain this to you too?”

The discussions to see who was to blame didn’t result in much, in the end they knew that both were to blame, especially since the game was in na already difficult phase. In the end, they were slightly sullen with each other, in a trivial way, moving on to another game that was less stressful, in Gyutaro’s words. “Love in dangerous spacetime” super cute and basically made to play with your partner, except that he didn’t notice that the game requires the couple to use their brains, something you two are not in a position to do, causing more fights between the two, seeing whoever was doing most of the work protecting your ship still managed to complete much of the game. Seeing you get easily irritated even over little things made Gyutaro laugh, after all you two were arguing over such a silly thing, to make things better he decided it was time to eat some of the snacks he had bought, inviting you to join in. He, of course, did not deny it.

Gyutaro wanted you to feel amazing, he thought of several romantic things to do together, even if he was embarrassed to say and do it. He really wanted to feed you in his mouth, like in the movies he’s seen, he started eating some of the spicy snacks he bought, they’re really tasty, despite being fiery and even sour, for him it just makes them tastier. He wanted to share the experience with the person in his life so he held one between his fingers shyly guiding it to her face. Initially she didn’t understand, but his shy face made her heart melt, even though she had never tried the snack, to know if it was to her taste, having this first experience with him seemed magical, eating from his hand, that if Gyutaro could, I would jump with happiness.

Of course, until you start coughing and watering from the burn and acidity, wrinkling your forehead, the salt in question was really crumbly, releasing several crumbs into your throat, making your cough worse. Gyutaro felt desperate, getting up quickly, stumbling over his steps to get water, quickly bringing it in a glass. As soon as you managed to take it, you took a deep breath, giving small coughs, your chest hurting a little.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given that..” he lowered his face in shame, since he wanted to try that idea.

“no, no, my dear.. it was na accident, I liked it, only the crumbs went into my throat” she used her hand to signal him to return to her side.

Gyutaro bent down, approaching you shyly, feeling horrible for having caused this problem “try again darling.. but this time, use some sauce, it will ease it for me”

You didn’t understand why he wanted to practice this type of romantic interactions, since they weren’t that common for him, but if he wanted to do it, you were willing to do what was necessary to make it happen. And also because if you don’t support him now, he may not try new things with you again for fear of your negative reactions. He nervously held out another one, it wasn’t like him to upset you, so if you wanted to try again, he would. He used a light peach-colored sauce, bringing it to his lips and biting it slowly. Finally being able to enjoy the flavor, and it really is delicious, the burning isn’t bad, it’s even good once you get used to it. Gyutaro felt good, having managed, even though it wasn’t the first time, to see your eyes light up from the taste, and literally eating out of his hand is pleasurable. To reciprocate you did the same, you opened a package of snacks with a well-seasoned flavor, with a meat flavor, the smell was enchanting, having your hands approaching him made his face burn, he was almost in a state of hypnosis as he enjoyed you, as if you were a painting, he bit the snack from your hand, lightly biting the tips of your fingers.

Even though Gyutaro isn’t a big fan of sweet things in general, he loved exchanging treats with you, taking advantage of the size of the gummies to pass them between your lips, and feel how soft they were. When you did the same to him, Gyutaro felt like he could eat out of your hand like a pigeon for the rest of his life without getting tired, but of course, at some point you stopped eating to get some rest. He looked at the floor with the intention of continuing to entertain you, in no way did he want you to be bored, he chose a simple, “barrel pirate”, the tension of each of the small swords being implanted into the barrel, he was eager to see the little pirate jumping, seeing his nervous look, and light drops of sweat on his temple, so much so that he didn’t notice that as soon as he stabbed one of the small swords, the little pirate flew violently, scaring Gyutaro, giving na outrageous scream, as his mouth trembled in disbelief, and seeing you laugh at him made him feel embarrassed.

—

“if I feel that foot on my face, I swear I’ll bite” Gyutaro said distorting his body, now with both of them playing twister, he had inhuman flexibility, almost bending his entire body, he looked like a towel being squeezed.

“if you bite me, I’ll kick you, I’ll break what you call a face” you said nervously, moving your foot over a red circle, indicated by the word that comes with the game.

It was kind of difficult to know the position you were in, the two of you looked like two snakes stuck together, moving was challenge enough. Until Gyutaro tried to make a complicated movement, passing his arm directly over his body, he fell over his torso, causing his body to hit the ground violently.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH” you grabbed his stomach tightly, as if he had sunk, Gyutaro’s bones had beaten aggressively against his flesh, you mentally asked yourself, how someone as thin as Gyutaro could be so heavy.

“HONEY I’M SORRY” to say he was desperate was na understatement, heheld your body and placed you on the couch, looking for hot water to ease your pain.

He felt bad, but at the same time, he liked that you were so needy, after calming you down, Gyutaro did what he could to make your moment comfortable, even though he had his ups and downs, and lowest, he loved every second, and if he could he would live them again, but it’s already two in the morning, if they don’t rest they won’t be able to enjoy the next few days. He scratched his own neck, trying to remember something he felt he had forgotten. He gets up hurriedly, going to the bathroom without giving much explanation, leaving you watching television, which doesn’t have anything very interesting to watch, that is, a documentary about praying mantises, they are graceful and with their unique way of living, strangely reminiscent Gyutaro.

Gyutaro returned to the room, his body surrounded by a towel, but still dry, he signaled for you to follow him, you in turn opened your backpack, taking yours and following him, as soon as you entered the bathroom you saw the bathtub full, with lots of water. Foam, and some rubber things, and candles. Your boyfriend looked at your face looking for your approval, even though he told himself that you would like it, he needs you to confirm it, his eyes sparkled with appreciation.

“When did you have time to do this? You’re amazing Gyu..” you couldn’t stop smiling, you could almost feel your eyelashes getting wet.

“so... I had left the bathtub filling before you arrived... I wanted it to be perfect so, I came to finish arranging things here..” he was really looking forward to that day, Gyutaro just won’t admit that he had forgotten the tap running for too long, so the floor is wet.

“Don’t you get tired of being amazing? So strong, affectionate.. handsome..” it was really difficult to praise Gyutaro without him disdaining himself, or silently denying it. But you made a point of showing him that he deserved the praise, the good things he has are his own merit.

“don’t say that.. for you this is just the basics that I can offer..” he loved it when you said sweet things to him, it makes his heart beat like crazy.

“you’ve done much more than any man I’ve ever seen in my life... if you want to know what I think... you’re perfect” showing that he is everything to you is the least you can do.

To make sure Gyutaro wouldn’t start his anxious daydreams and intrusive thoughts, you corner him near the bathtub, signaling him to get in while you undress. Instantly he does so, and turns his face so that you feel more comfortable taking off your clothes, even though you’re going to take a shower anyway, he feels unworthy of looking at your body, just by wishing he imagines you I would feel sick.

He stares at his own reflection in the water between the bubbles, even with the banner with quality products, aromatic candles, he feels dirty, as if he were covered in dirt, and that his presence contaminates the water like a toxin. His heavy sighs make it clear to you the kind of things he already has in mind, knowing him well enough for that was difficult, since he closed himself off from the world.

Without warning him, you enter the water, approaching him immediately, placing yourself between his legs, allowing him the view of your face lying on his chest. The water feels so good surrounding your bodies, relaxing you both, you take the opportunity to show the love your boy deserves. Investing your lips against his collarbone and neck, his mouth, you love how his lips tremble when you get closer, you almost feel like you’re going to devour him, and if you could, you would, a smile forms on your face, the which makes Gyutaro feel nervous, in a good way.

“If we were praying mantises, would you let me eat your head?” You said mischievously.

“I would beg you so” he wasn’t lying.

—

To end your first night, the surprise was now on your part, you had some orders in your backpack, it was great that they arrived at the promised time. You showed Gyutaro two pajamas, a big one with a shark for him, and a seal one for you, you know very well that he is passionate about marine life, he especially loves sharks, especially when you compared him to one. To say he liked it is na understatement, he loved it, it almost flew into his hands when he had it, it’s soft inside, as if it were surrounded by a warm, fuzzy throw.

“What would a slumber party be without pajamas? I have one for Ume too, it’s also a shark, when we make the three of us she will have one too” Gyutaro felt warm inside, and it wasn’t just because of the clothes, you had thought about his sister too, that was more than enough. Enough to make sure he keeps you by his side.

“Thank you.. I know she will like it.. I love you” he said nervously, it was obvious that he loved you, but saying it was difficult, a sudden fear of being rejected stuck in his throat, but now it seemed ideal.

“I love you too... someone perfect like that deserves the whole world” decided to share the sofa to sleep together, you push him slightly so that you can lie down on top of him.

“I would give you the world” he whispers, feeling his eyes getting heavy with each blink, he doesn’t want to sleep, he still wants to have more fun.

“I know so... I will only accept this world if you are with me” your sweet words made him cling to your body, getting drunk on your scent, while caressing your back, watching your breathing gradually become quieter, as the few falling into their deep sleep.

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Afraid / Part 7: An Inexplicable Desire

You have to deal with the aftermath of your loved ones discovering your taboo hobby. Time for a family reunion!

You wake up in a bed this time, thankfully. The light against your eyes is bright. You’re not as sore as usual — in fact, aside from your head’s usual throbbing, only your shoulder and your knees hurt. 

You rub the sleep out of your eyes, smearing your makeup along with it. You can tell it wasn’t already smeared, like you didn’t cry or anything... What the fuck happened last night?

You remember stumbling out of the club into the cold night, supported by her strong frame, then someone yelling… Nothing after that. 

You finally sit up, opening your eyes. A hospital?

“What the fuck?” you ask, but someone else asks the same question at the same time. You’d know that voice anywhere. 

It’s Eloise. 

“Oh… This is embarrassing,” you hiss. “Did you let her get away?”

“No, I called your father and he put a bullet in her brain.”

“Oh,” you reply. “That’s almost worse. No, that is worse. You called Wade?! Urgh…” You clutch your head. The hangover would be worth it if things had actually gone to plan.

“Well, I had to do something, you were fighting me and Yukio and I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Come on, I was not fighting you. You’re alive, aren’t you?” you argue. 

“Seriously?” Eloise scoffs. “I- What the fuck, Levi?”

“How about you tell me what happened from your perspective, and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

“Yukio and I were talking to some of our friends who were outside smoking before going in. Then that fucking- That- She came out with a very inebriated you in tow. Obviously, that wasn’t gonna fly, so we confronted her and got her to let you go. Since nothing provable happened and you were fighting us, I called Wade. You passed out, so he handled that asshole while Yukio and I took you here.”

“Gotcha. So, you cockblocked me and then called my father to kill my date.” She’s lucky she’s cute.

“What?” Eloise asks, but without the inflection of a question. Just one flat word. 

“I can’t- I can never know for sure if someone is agreeing to partake in certain activities with me because they truly want to, or because I want them to want to. Ergo…”

“Oh, that’s so fucked up! Seriously?!”

“Seriously.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” she presses. 

“It’s the only way I’ve done it,” you inform her. “Don’t worry, I always give them brain aneurysms or whatever after to make sure they won’t hurt anybody else. And I always give them a quick scan to make sure they don’t have STDs before I let them give me anything. Ketamine’s my favorite, you know. You really screwed the pooch here.”

“I- I screwed the pooch?! Do you fucking hear yourself?! Why not- Why would you- Jesus fucking Christ! What is wrong with you? What fucking trauma possesses someone to purposefully go out and get- Get assaulted!”

“You really wanna know?” you offer in a cool, calm tone that directly contrasts her fiery fury. It’d kind of be a relief to tell her, even if you didn’t tell her the full story. 

“Yes, I do!”

“I was in love once. I still am. But I can never know if she truly loved me back or if I just wanted her to. So, I erased and/or modified her memories of me and sent her on her merry way. I couldn’t live with the possibility of hurting her. But I get lonely sometimes… And it’s kind of nice to know that I’m wanted so badly that the other person doesn’t care if I want them, too. Makes me feel kind of special that they’re willing to commit a crime to have access to me.”

“That is so fucked up.”

“You already said that. You said you wanted to know, but if that’s all you have to say-”

“No, it isn’t. Look, I’m- I’m sorry I- I’m not, why the fuck did I even bother trying to lie? But that really sucks, okay? That’s sad. I feel bad for you, I do, but… There has to be a better way. I mean, Magneto has that helmet, there’s telepaths out there who may not be as powerful, but they could block you out enough that you’d have to make a conscious effort, there’s-”

“I don’t want anybody but her, not long term,” you cut her off. 

“Oh. Well, won’t it make her sad when she finds out about this one day?” Eloise tries to reason with you. It’s adorable and sad all at the same time. 

“She won’t. There’s no hope there,” you assure her. 

“Bullshit. If you love her that much, and if she loved you the same way, she’s going to figure it out or something. Love is the strongest thing in the entire universe. You of all people should know that,” Eloise argues. 

“I should?”

“Hello?! What else have we been doing for the past month; for you, longer?! And why did you start?! Why won’t you stop?!”

“Fair enough,” you concede, but you really just want her to stop yelling at you. 

“That’s right. I- Please don’t do this anymore. I know you- You’re strong, but you looked so… You weren’t there. What if she wanted to do worse?”

“I would’ve known before, Eloise.”

Silence swallows the room before you realize what you’ve done. 

“Did you just call me-?” You fix it. “But what if you didn’t?! What if someone tricked you?”

“Why do you even care?!” you ask. “We were never close, you hated me, you’ve said it yourself.”

“I never really hated you, you know that… And I thought we were getting closer. I’m your friend, Levi. I care! And those people out there in the waiting room, they care, too! They’re gonna want an explanation.”

“People? You got Logan and Laura involved, too?”

“Even better. They’re here, yeah, but Wade called your biological mother and I called Miss Frost. Oh, and Yukio’s still here.”

“Fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “What a mess, I’m gonna have to-”

“Explain?! Yeah, I just fucking said that.”

“No, stupid, I’m gonna have to erase your memories and tell Wade and my mother that I do ketamine recreationally and accidentally overdid it!”

“Really?! Really?!”

The door slams open. 

“Stop fucking yelling!” Wade shouts before pointing at you as he steps closer. “I heard everything already. Enhanced hearing, you forgot.”

“I didn’t realize you were here, or that close by,” you correct him, focusing on the tip of his finger until your eyes cross before turning your head away and scoffing dismissively. “Oh, well. That means the misunderstanding has been rectified and I can go home now. Where are my clothes?” you ask, cutting your eyes back over to him. 

“You threw up on them,” he informs you grimly. “Laura got you some clothes from your room. She’s really worried about you, you know.”

“I get it, oh my gosh. Sorry for taking one night for myself to go have some fun. Won’t happen again.” You hold your hands up as if to prove you’re unarmed. 

“Fun. Right,” he huffs. Your hands fall, clapping down on your thighs. 

“Hello, you’re Deadpool. You kill rapists for fun all the time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t let them-!”

“What? Go on, say it,” you dare him. “Judge me, Mr. Serial Killer. At least I kill my girlfriends on purpose. And I definitely don’t knock them up and then disappear.”

“Fuck you,” he spits. 

“There we go!’ you cheer. “See, I warned you very early on-” He cuts you off with a nearly bone-crushing hug. “What the-?”

“Fuck you. Shut up. I love you. Please don’t do that again. Please? Please.”

“Okay,” you sigh. You’re not sure if you’re being honest or not, but you’d say anything to keep him from doing what he’s on the verge of doing right now: Crying. “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s all you had to say,” he replies before letting you go. “I’ll go grab those clothes from Laura and then we’ll take you home, okay?”

He leaves as swiftly as he appeared. 

“Love: 1. Levi: 0,” Eloise remarks. 

“I-”

“The second he said he loved you, you relaxed. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“And you believe everything you see, especially around me?”

“Touché. But come on. Take the L,” Eloise insists. 

“Whatever, fine,” you reply dismissively. You’re done fighting for the day, already exhausted. Wade returns with one of your reusable shopping bags. They leave you in privacy to change. 

You slip on the sweatpants and hoodie. Damn it, you’re going to be seen in public like this. Even if you fix people’s perception of your makeup, it’s undignified. 

Your priorities are out of order, Miss Frost speaks to you telepathically. 

Why on Earth did Eloise call you?

She’s smarter than I gave her credit for. She knew I could keep this quiet for you and cover your bill. You’re welcome. 

Thank you. I’m sorry she got you involved.

You go to extreme lengths not to manipulate them, but those lengths often involve you manipulating them in other ways. 

I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite, you remind her. 

But you did once say you hate hypocrites. 

Isn’t the most hypocritical thing of all to be a hypocrite who hates hypocrites? 

You can almost hear her laugh. 

You make the embarrassing trek to the waiting room. 

“Ketamine’s a hell of a drug,” you attempt to crack a joke. No one smiles – not a single lip even quirks. “Great.”

“Y/N,” Cheryl says softly, her eyes brimming with tears. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groan. “Why, dude?”

“Well, with what I thought happened, I figured you needed your mother!” Wade protests. 

“That’s why Ellie called me,” Miss Frost says. “Y/N might not like me, but I’m the closest thing she ever had.”

“So, that’s why she’s so fucked up,” Wade cheers. “We finally figured it out!”

“Wade!” Cheryl hisses. 

“What? He’s right,” you dismiss her concern. “Well, not really, I was already pretty messed up. I think she might’ve made me a little better, actually. A more calculated sort of crazy, not messy like you.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, okay. Fair enough,” he admits. “Wanna go get tacos? Little family lunch?”

“Sure, why not? Can’t promise I won’t throw them up right after, though.”

“Mm, okay, maybe waffles instead. Something a little blander.”

You huff out a laugh. Does he remember what he said that day? Or that night?

“Yeah, Wade. Let’s go get some waffles. I assume Cheryl will accompany us.”

“If you don’t mind,” she meekly replies. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t be like that,” Logan chides you. Laura is trying desperately not to cling to his arm for comfort, but she lurks next to him, staring you down with wide, worried eyes. 

“Fine, let’s go. Thank you for your concern, everybody. Once I sleep off this hangover, I will be right as rain and we can forget this happened just as I’ve forgiven and forgotten your transgressions.”

You walk out alongside your parents. So weird. 

“Right as rain. Rain never feels right,” Wade argues. 

“You don’t like the rain? I love the rain,” you disagree. 

“Me, too,” Cheryl chimes in. “Always have.”

“She’s telling the truth. She used to make me sit on the porch with her and listen to it.”

“Come on, that was fun. It was a good excuse to talk in private. My mother was terrified of thunderstorms,” Cheryl reminds him. 

“Gross,” you say. “Talk in private” your ass. And now you know what the weather was like when you were conceived. Did they seriously do it outside? Regularly? 

“Aren’t genetics fascinating?” your mother asks, but it’s not really a question, she actually sounds quite frustrated. “Really, a study should be done on the both of you. You’re both so-”

You cut her off with a sharp slap. She stumbles to the ground.

“Fuck! She doesn’t know better, Y/N!” Wade scolds you. 

Cheryl clutches her cheek as she gets up from the pavement. 

“Know better? What else should I know to avoid getting bitch-slapped?!” she asks in protest. 

“Ho-ho! You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear!  I, um… There’s a reason I haven’t taken off this mask. I went through some- I was a part of some unethical medical studies. It’s a whole trafficking network thingy and Y/N is part of a task force that’s trying to stop it. She’s the leader of it, actually.” 

“Oh,” she says softly. “I get it. That was really insensitive of me, then. I’m-”

“Don’t apologize. There’s no way you could’ve known, and she knows that, too. She’s just mad about other stuff. Aren’t you? You’re mad I brought your precious Eloise into all this? She would’ve been there last night either way.”

“But she might not have helped me. It’s happening all over again, don’t you see what you’ve done?”

“Eloise?”

“The brunette, the one with the short hair,” Wade clarifies. “She would’ve helped you, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, that’s her real name? I remember watching your interviews together on YouTube, oh, and news clips of you two working together. You two made such a good team. I met her girlfriend… What happened? It was obvious from the way she looked at you-”

“Okay, now you can slap her,” Wade cuts her off. She looks scandalized. You snicker. 

“Well, was it? Or was she only looking at me like that because I wanted her to and was subconsciously making her? That’s the question of the day, Cheryl. Every day.”

“Goodness. What a tough question to have,” she hums, her brow furrowed as if she’s actually trying to figure out the answer. 

“Eugh. People like you make me wanna renounce my Canadian citizenship. Sticky sweet.”

“You and me both, girly,” Wade admits. “Get in the car, ladies. We can talk more at the diner.”

And so you do.

[invinciblerodent]

Aren Lorna Aeducan - The Warden-Commander

"If there is one thing of which I am certain, it is that Orzammar will continue to do what it has been doing for the last couple Ages: fade, at a melancholy, almost poetic pace."

(Template)

Raymond Trevelyan (The Inquisitor)

And since going through my many notes is kinda fun, I wanna add another little snippet I never ended up writing up/publishing- I don't have nearly as much for Arie written as I do for Ray, but this one, I intended to be a conversation with (I believe) Anders, in the beginning of Awakening:

"Your last thought in the moment that wrongness touches your lips is crucial. It takes a hard soul and stainless will to hold against that corrosion- some have that, and some don't. Those are the lucky martyrs."

"You're not doing the best of jobs selling all of this to me."

The dwarf smiled. "I won't sugarcoat it; it's not the most pleasant feeling in the world, the way that... that foulness spreads inside you. It eats its way into your bones, turns you into a sickness in a suit of skin... It was the closest to a true death I've been so far, but I did not regret it for a single moment."

"... What did you think about?"

"Revenge," she said easily with a shrug, and her pleasant smile morphed into something far more bitter, an expression altogether darker that sat awkward, unsettling on her lips. "Not the most glamorous or heroic of thoughts, sure, but I thought about my father, and my brother's blood-soaked path to having his rotted ass on Orzammar's throne, and that... I believe that rage was what saved my life. That I refused to die without having committed the crime that killed me first."

[rollercoasterwords]

ooh don’t even get me started on the riots people throw about “she’s got the best tits in the year” saying ‘sirius would never’… the man fully had a wall of women dressed in bikinis in his bedroom in canon, and atyd is meant to be canon compliant.

andddd they will at the same time salivate over regulus in fics where he has killed people?? like murder is an acceptable flaw but one throw away line from a teen in a fic tagged period typical attitudes isn’t? bugs me minority when people don’t read the tags and just read a fic because it’s popular and then get mad because it contains things that are tagged.

yeah i mean. this is another part of the whole thing that really interests me. and like--i'm sure that some of the people who lose their shit over the tits line aren't okay with murder either; i'm not trying to make sweeping generalizations that imply that like. everyone who complains abt sirius "best tits" atyd line are also totally fine with regulus murdering people or whatever, y'know? like i am trying 2 avoid being one of those people who goes "The Fandom complains abt this but is ok with this" as if The Fandom is in any way monolithic.

that disclaimer out of the way though, i do feel like there is. some general inconsistency amongst some portions of the fandom when it comes to what "flaws" get large amounts of complaints. and the thing is--it makes sense for a person to not like one flaw but be fine with another, y'know? everyone's gonna have their own personal boundaries + likes + dislikes, and i'm not saying that if u dislike one type of flaw ur not allowed 2 like any flawed characters. what i take issue with is when someone acts as though to portray a character with a certain flaw at all is somehow a Morally Bad thing to do.

again, still organizing my thoughts, but i have a few ideas right now for what might cause this sort of. perceived general inconsistency in what becomes popular/common to complain about re: flawed characterization. i wonder if it's almost more common to see people upset by things like the "best tits" line because it's so realisitc; because it hits so close to home. most people have probably encountered a teenage boy who has said something like that, and i think it's very easy to connect to the pain + anger that comes with navigating casual sexism, and because of that people get upset when they feel they're being like....forced to imagine their favorite character that way, because it's easy to vividly imagine a sexist teenage boy, y'know?

on the other hand, reading about like. ur favorite character as a criminal or a soldier in a war or a superhero or whatever who like. fights in a battle or kills random people who are nothing more than words on a page, nameless side characters, etc--i don't think that feels as realistic, or hits as close to home for most people. encountering a murderer is much less common than encountering casual sexism; especially considering the demographics of who's most likely to read fanfiction, far fewer readers have probably encountered violence of that sort in their lives. i also think many of us, especially those immersed in western media, are very desensitized to the sort of violence of an action hero like....tearing through a bunch of faceless bad guys and gunning them down, or whatever. as long as we know our guy is the good guy, and the other guys are bad guys, it's fine. and i think most fanfiction that does have the characters committing violent crimes tends to fall into that sort of category--even when it doesn't, it's still usually a story where you know your character is on the "right side." and it's easier to just sort of....overlook these sorts of flaws partially because they're so dramatic that it's like. easy to just go "omg yesss bloody violent characters i love them <3" bc u know that in real life you obviously would not just be ok with someone killing somebody else, y'know? but going "omg yessss casually sexist characters i love them <3" doesn't exactly have the same ring to it lol

but i do think u run into inconsistencies real fast if u start assigning moral weight to the potrayal of flaws--as in, saying "oh, this sort of flaw is ok to write about, but this one isn't." bc then it's like. unless u only read abt characters that have no flaws ever, ur gonna run into someone asking "well why are you okay with this flaw, but not this one?" and that's gonna lead 2 u back to some real shaky premises 4 ur own moral arguments imo

[sirensoftheweb]

BRITNEY SPEARS CLONED AND REPLACED?!?!?!

By: Hydra 🐍

Looks like you fell into the trap of conspiracies with that title huh?

I would like to start this discussion with the quote provided by Bridle saying, “We’re all looking at the same skies, but we’re seeing different things.” 

When I first read this, I was immediately transported back to a memory of visiting the 9/11 Memorial Museum in New York City. One of the “exhibits” (I put the word ‘exhibit’ in italics here because it feels wrong to describe these pieces as merely “art” on display for the public) was a wall filled with squares identical in size, yet significantly different in colour. The idea behind the installation is that many different people saw the sky that day, but all viewed it differently (almost exactly what Bridle mentioned in their quote!). Bob may have woke up, looked at the sky and said, “What a nice clear blue sky we have today,” but our perception of the colour blue may not be the same as Bob or anyone else for that matter. 

I guess the point I am getting at here is: no matter what we are presented with, we will each perceive (insert item) in a completely different way, unique to our individuality. 

Take Marcel Duchamp’s Fountain for example. Where I may be disgusted that someone has simply turned a urinal on its side, signed it, and called it “art,” someone else may view as beautiful; An everyday item that we don’t think to appreciate. If anything, the piece opened up major discussion of what “art” meant to each individual. Trust me when I say the artists and intellectuals of the world took little time to get their grippers on the “clearest” explanation of Fountain’s purpose and importance. 

As an Arts and Humanities student (advanced at that! Thanks SASAH!) that feels the pressure of abiding to the intellectual lifestyle, I can’t help but call upon notable philosopher: Immanuel Kant. Kant has this crazy in depth theory about individual taste… but to spare some time, I will just bring up his critique of the aesthetical judgement. Kant’s critique states, “In order to decide whether anything is beautiful or not, we refer the representation, not by the Understanding to the Object for cognition but, by the Imagination (perhaps in conjunction with the Understanding) to the subject, and its feeling of please or pain” (OSU Library). 

So what main stream, controversial, opinionated, subject can we apply all of this to?? 

CONSPIRACY THEORIES 

I’m going to bend Kant’s critique to fit my argument and you can’t stop me (!) because guess what? This is my post and you are simply a mere voyeur to my biases hehehehehe

Conspiracies are the ideal beautiful object in this scenario. We spend time listening to them and forming our own opinions on them (whether good or bad), not because of the “logic” provided from them, but because they free our imagination. They allow us to think and discuss beyond popular and imposed upon beliefs (I’m talking societies of control type shizzz), but all though we can express freedom of speech within this, it can lead to dangerous outcomes. 

Elise Wang’s TED Talk “Why some conspiracy theories just won’t die,” describes the dangerous outcomes of conspiracy theories. Where one may think they are silly and lighthearted, another may use certain conspiracies to validate a negative opinion (Wang mentions violence and racism) to commit crimes. Do you remember that time a mob invaded the U.S. Capital because they believed that the Democrats were “rigging” the election against Donald Trump? Well the FBI considered that to be an act of domestic terrorism, proving that people act upon violence when applying specific conspiracies. 

So what is the solution? Wang suggests that media literacy is the solution that has been proposed, but she does not agree with this. Wang says, “[...] being presented with information that contradicts a firmly held belief is more likely to back fire, making you cling to that belief harder than it is to change your mind” (4:56). When confronted with evidence that challenges someone’s beliefs, they will most likely respond defensively, even if it means ignoring or distorting evidence to fit their prejudgments. Instead Wang’s call of action is: work as an activist. Instead of falling down the rabbit hole of trying to debunk people’s theories (because at the end of the day we have realized media literacy doesn’t work), we must stop giving a platform to radicalizers (14:54). → “[...] proactively protecting the people that conspiracy theories target” (15:02). I agree with Wang in the sense that this has worked in the past. I hate to bring up Trump twice, but he did become a lot more irrelevant once he was put in time out and banned from Twitter.

You may be wondering how we went from talking about a urinal to serious societal issues, and I am also wondering the same…. I guess I am leaning into my yapper characteristics. Anyway’s with all this said, I hope Wang’s solution won’t prevent me from being provided with a good ole’ video about how Chuck E. Cheese reuses old pizza…

[reginarubie]

so i have a recent obsession with the song until I found you. And I think it's a crime that it doesn't have a jonsa fan mad music video but anyways. Would you be willing I write a one shot based on how the song makes you feel around this ship? So that Everytime I day dream with this song I'll dream of your words. Of course only when your current brain riots for certain FICS are on pose have writer's block. No rush, just be here twirling with jonsa in a field of flowers

Well, nonny (Hi ;D)

to be honest it is quite a Jonsa song, that one, especially considering Jon was all dark and brooding and darkness and cold is all the remains and then boom!, here enters Sansa on her tiptoes and Jon is like “Found you. Mine. Must protect” and everything he had lost suddenly pours out and onto Sansa as if she has brought back light into his world and he nows has a purpose again.

Now... I would be more than willing to write such a one shot, quick question, would you rather a modern setting or a canon setting?

Let me know whilst I brainstorm what to bring forth ;) Safe to say you'll get the one shot soon :*

Sending all my love ~G.

Oh, and btw, here: just so you can keep twirling in your field of flowers with Jonsa:

Asha spat to the ground. Starks, she thought with a sneer, all they thought was that they were high and mighty, and yet there was only an handful of them to speak of. With all their talks about honor and holier-than-thou attitude it was not a wonder Theon had become such a prissy. The Stark woman didn't give not even a hint of having noticed her, less than ladylike, behavior. She stood with a blue veil at her head and her dress was clearly Stark in coloring. Asha supposed she had paid the golden price for it, she might even have fun tear it off her, if her guard-dog of a brother wouldn't be so stiff. (...) “Whatever the reason to imprison us here?,” Asha demanded with boredom seeping into her tone “I was under the impression we had reached an agreement, though perhaps I ought not to put faith in the words of an oathbreaker or his Lannister of a sister” “That agreement was broken the moment we received news Shireen Baratheon had been murdered,” lady Stark — or was it the de facto acting Queen in the North? Asha could not remember, though she remembered distinctly they called her ‘Her Grace—this’ and ‘Her Grace—that’ — told her “all your worth resides in the fact that the prince of Winterfell was alive and safe, but if the heir to the Iron throne was not safe from her own father, then on which grounds do you think you can parlay with us about your brother's fate?” She got quite the bite for a whiny princess, Asha had to admit. She could respect that. A kraken could respect another beast when it saw it. She shrugged “I am still your best bet,” she said nonchalantly. Lady Stark jutted her chin up at that, in a way that was so easily abrasive and annoying, because it made Asha want to stand at order, she forced herself to slouch lower. “Are you now?” she asked, and, quite suddenly the King in the North appeared at her side, wearing a dark black jerkin — what a surprise there — but there was something strange in his appearance, something Asha could not pinpoint. “You see, lady Asha, I've spent long years in Kings Landing but I've never forgotten the old way, king Stannis has committed kinslaying by murdering his own child for the Iron throne. I am sure that...with the right candidate, we could easily dispose of him and take back our brother, as for yours... he shall face judgment for his crimes” she added, her voice never wavering despite the slight tremble in her hands.

Yep, it's almost here, the new chapter of «Like wolves in the Darkness»!

As always sending all my love ~G.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Your thoughts on the Second Trial?

//Ok so in summary...

//I already didn't like Yui that much. She always felt really off to me for some reason, and now I know WHY. Like, HOLY FUCK.

//This wasn't as big a surprise for me as Maiko was, because like I said, I kind of got the feeling that she was a pretty messed up person, but in the end, it really just did make me feel REALLY bad for Eiichi, since he had to put up with her for so many years, and yet despite every horrible thing she did, he was still willing to treat her like a person.

//Yui shares a lot in common with your typical villain student that's usually revealed in the third chapter, i.e. Celeste, Mikan, Kiyo, Kinji and Kanade. In fact, Yui's whole character to me feels like almost a complete match of Kanade's character, if not, written a lot better.

//They've committed similar crimes for similar reasons, based on their obsession with a certain other person. For Kanade, that's Hibiki, and for Yui, that's Eiichi.

//And Yui is just one of those characters you love to hate. She just has so many irredeeming qualities and yet none of them feel out of ordinary or out of place like they did with the likes of Kiyo and Kanade. The fact that she's also apparently homophobic and transphobic is detestable, but interesting, since it takes a lot of guts to move a character in that direction.

//As for how the story is progressing, with now more information having been revealed, like Lyra being the Ultimate Con Artist as well as that CG at the end of the chapter, I am now more convinced than ever that Takiko is actually Shinku's sister. On top of that, there's a lot up in the air right now, such as the fact that Emilia tried to kill Shinku for the info she got, the fact that Kotaro was pleased to see Yui die (though to be fair, I think Kotaro was actually being fair there. Yui did a lot of fucked up shit to Eiichi and then killed him, so she got more than she deserved and her death was definitely satisfying) and then of course, Rei now steering immense suspicion onto Shinku by making everyone believe he's the Mastermind.

//Chapter 3 is gonna be a doozy. But yeah, this game is pretty damn great.

-Mod

[llycaons]

ep33 (3/3): lwj earring indulgence

people rarely make wwx as self-possessed or confident as he is in canon. I'll read fic where he's like 'lan zhan I am so sorry for breathing in your direction thank you so much for giving me a square mat to sleep on I promise to behave' and he'll be SO insecure and hesitant when that's really not him! for the most part he doesn't shy away from confronting lwj or getting into his business

it's just that lwj doesn't tell him shit bc he doesn't want wwx to feel obligated to lwj which is a great impulse but wwx also likes knowing how much people care about him so it's a bit of double-edged sword?

they're helpfully reminding us that this kid's name is yuan too

this made me laugh so hard. he's standing there with his ORIGINAL FACE in his classic black robes and red ponytale, playing a flute, and he thinks playing badly is a disguise? and THEN lwj gets mad at him for fumbling their song lmao

but wwx needn't have bothered bc lqr didn't realize anyway due to being comatose. until wwx woke him up with his bad flute playing

lqr having such a strong reaction to a flute is funny bc was he even on the front lines in sunshot? they said he didn't leave the mountain very often and it's not like he's a warrior. he's probably never seen wwx play

one of his top expressions

lwj is quite strict with lsz, in his own way. not in an aggressive way, but VERY expectant of obedience

there's one single female disciple here and she stayed in the back the entire conversation before coming forward for the water basin. what, are female disciples servants who are only used for healing?

this looks so cool. green suits wwx really well honestly

perhaps I have been unfair to lsz given how annoying his character is in fanfics and how obvious of a plot device he is. but he's a nice boy, and to my surprise he's also smart!! look at him thinking through problems!

encouraging to see wwx express sentiments that before his death, he really needed someone to tell him

coming back, I think he's become in a certain sense resigned to the things in his life that happened. no use getting angry or upset over them, some things you just can't change. and this is really sad, but it's also, hopefully, indicative of a more healthy mindset in his second life

"I naturally trust you' and that's what he needs to hear, baby

also seeing them standing together makes those 'huge top' fics so funny. they are literally almost exactly the same body type and build. no lwj is not a head taller. no he is not built like a brick shithouse, his hands are not large enough to encircle wwx's waist. if anything he is slightly taller and more slight in build, where wwx is slightly bulkier. but I think his height is because of his heeled boots

damn the jingshi is really so nice. I love hat porch area and the bridge over there.

right after wwx said 'it's pointing at the person who told it to commit crimes' ljy jumped and then glared at wwx haha

omg HORSES! I didn't know they used horses! wwx bouncing like a bobblehead hehe. and all the fics insisting he only uses little apple

HANGUANG-JUN PIERCED EARS SHOT. taking this to headcanon that lwj wears earrings. let lej be a little gnc. as a treat.

this was such a strange moment. lwj walked off and left wwx behind entirely. why???

oh and this was funny. this guy seling ugly portraits that wwx took offense to

THERE HE IS!!! THE MOST DISASTER BABY OF THEM ALL!!!!

this kid kicked a civilian in the chest for saying the name 'wei wuxian' in public. he might have already been sensitive and prone to fights, but clearly his parenting has been ABYSMAL

by 'his uncle' he is talking about jc. btw. I originally thought he was referring to himself, but it just makes more sense. ha.

I hate the fairy scene possible more than any other scene in this show. why is his face so comedically twisted? why is his running so stupid-looking? unbelievable that this happened in the same episode that made me cry my eyes out

personal highlights

oh the rite of spring was INSPIRED

all of wwx's crying this episode. all of it. beautiful

cgi sword stabbing a hand my beloved <3 <3 <3

lwj's broken little 'wei ying' at the very end

everything about the jingshi opening scene. the music. the lighting. the atmosphere. the calm

wwx seeing his younger and more innocent self frolic about. as stated, I was inconsolable. I've always liked it but after today, it's going to be a very special scene to me

lwj's sexy whip scars and mysterious chest brand. can't help it. I love them. and wwx's seriousness and care during that scene was really nice too

lqr being roused by bad flute music, yelling at them to stop, then slipping into a coma and wwx sitting there like 😬 'whoops' with that funny face

wwx sitting with the bamboo background looking all cool

[kalinara]

I would die for a meta on your thoughts about the reylo (which, let’s be honest, is basically just the kylo ren) fandom.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m biased. But I am straight up CONVINCED that the reason we lost out on a trilogy focusing on the trio is because of how much absolute annoying NOISE they made about #savebensolo online, which somehow convinced the movie directors that it was a cashcow making idea.

There’s the Rise of Kylo Ren comics, which apparently set up how Kylo didn’t burn down the school and it was all a big “misunderstanding”, but you will never convince me that that was the plan for kylo’s backstory in The Force Awakens. I specifically remember them talking about wanting Kylo to have an anti-redemption arc to parallel Anakin’s “redemption” arc, where Kylo would grow more and more entrenched in the dark side as the trilogy continued on. Him killing Han was supposed to cement that turn from the light.

And then, suddenly the rest of the movies start focusing more on him than Rey and her relationships with her friends. To the point where there are still Reylo fans who say that rey’s ending isn’t a happy one, because she “doesn’t care about Poe and Finn” as much as Kylo.

Rey didn’t even need to end up without a love interest! I know there are people who wish she had ended up alone, but Finnrey was set up in the very first movie. They flirted! I even would have accepted The Duel of the Fates script with a poe romance if it would have been done well, or even finnpoe.

Instead, we had our main female character risking it all for Kylo in the Last Jedi, which, in canon, is three days post The Force Awakens, after Kylo slashed Finn in the back with a lightsaber so close to his spine that it’s absolutely amazing he isn’t paralyzed.

What if Finn had died? Has anyone ever thought of that? He was in a coma at the end of tfa. People die from injuries while in a coma all the time. Let’s say Kylo threw everything down to come with Rey at the end of tlj. How would that go if they arrived and leia and poe had to break it to Rey, “yeah, finn’s fucking dead, man. Sorry.” Is Rey just supposed to be cool with that and let Kylo go on his merry way? Perhaps date him after that?

There are legitimate reylo fans who believe that Kylo should have lived at the end of tros and went back to the resistance with Rey to have a family and live happily ever after. Just… be pardoned for all his crimes. They really believe that Rey should worship the ground Kylo walks on to the point where she would bring him back to Finn, who he almost killed, and poe, who he tortured, and have her steadfastly defend him against her two friends.

It just—infuriates me so much. We really could have had it all. But certain parts of the fandom made it all about Kylo Ren, to the point where it didn’t just retract from the trio; it also retracted from Rey’s character herself.

Sorry if I ranted. You just have some awesome takes and I’m thinking again about the sequels and the potential they had, lol.

Aw, I really appreciate your kind words. But unfortunately, I don't have any behind the scenes information for you.

I do think, based on the end of the Last Jedi, that Kylo was set up as the big bad. And this may be projection, but I don't get the sense that JJ Abrams really wanted to write Kylo's redemption. The man's written morally ambiguous characters before in his career, and pulled off more dubious redemption arcs. I think he could have sold Kylo's arc better, if he really wanted to.

I haven't read the comics and I honestly don't care about them. They've never been that relevant to my mind, when it comes to evaluating Kylo as a character. My own take is that, whether or not he was to blame for the temple's destruction, he had options besides joining a regime that's obviously a Nazi-allegory, that enslaves children and commits genocide. I judge him by the decisions we see him make on screen, and those are pretty damning.

That said, I mostly enjoyed Rise of Skywalker. Kylo's redemption didn't work for me, but we also saw him die and that made me happy. Rey had an ambiguous moment that might or might not have been romantic. I don't think that's enough to ruin her. At almost forty, I have an old person's cynicism: young people sometimes fall for the wrong people. In my eyes, it's more important that Rey gets a happy ending with the people she actually loves: Finn and Poe. And TROS gave me that.

It's okay to be dissatisfied with the movies, and I'm always in favor of folks ranting about what makes them unhappy. But it's also okay to move on. The Star Wars Universe has a lot of lovely material right now, and more to come. Perhaps there'll be something more to your taste if you give it a chance?

[slautertm]

though from a young age she was taught the importance of conversations, it does not make the serious shit any easier. it's part of traveling with anyone and it's part of the reason why normally steph despised it. be it around a campfire or they are now, talking as they move onto another town. talking on the past, on open shit doesn't feel safe, but she supposed she should be glad that he is not mad at her for lying... but even so, the half-elf is far from expecting the words that leave his mouth.

“ you should be on the throne. ” @sleazeballtm says, and steph very quickly turns to him with raised brow and an chuckle leaving her mouth but it’s one that is far from amused, in fact there’s almost this sadness to it but steph does not address such, instead looking out, as far as she can from the man. she doesn’t dare meet his eyes as her mind roams in thought.

a time shortly after she would have said some cocky line on how the world would not be ready for her reign, or a smirk followed by a snarky all in time but she can’t lie to ted. she did not even anticipate telling anyone her own truth. so much has changed though very little is different. now she’s tense, trying to swallow down the emotion that brushes and presses against her throat to very little success. she sighed and tilted her head before she shrugged.

“ i am not certain that thus is my destined path anymore. for several reasons. ” and that, in her opinion, was putting it lightly. “ i am far from leader material, always have been, minor crimes i’ve committed or not. even when i was back there, ridiculously heavy dresses and jewelry and all i knew that, as did my people. ” she joked, looking at him at last before she exhaled, tearing her eyes out to the open land before them. “ and i like to see things, to be out here-" or was that not some sort of excuse of sorts? " …even so, if none of that is the case, i’m a deserter in a way, aren’t i? worse, i left them in their greatest hour of need. ” but she does not want to linger on that, instead raising an idea that has been lingering in her head. " when-" if, it lingers on her tongue, but even with a lack of hope, she is far to prideful to say it outloud. "- i get the chance to return, to kick my father and the fucking thing out... i have been trying to think on who could take over." or find who could, because she certainly had not done just that. all the same, it's a sad confession, and it's clear in the way she stares out at the open road. a much softer question comes out of her mouth after, though trusting, trying to play along with the vulnerable air.

" ... do you really think i could? "

[gralunaisland]

How Criminal Minds Profiles juvia lockser Perfectly

I’ve been binging Criminal Minds for the first time, a show about America’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, where a team of FBI agents use their scope of human understanding and psychology to profile criminals and stop them from committing or continuing to commit grisly crimes, and I just watched Season 3, Episode 18, “The Crossing”.

Why am I mentioning this show on an Anti juvia blog?

It’s because that episode is a perfect portrayal of just how destructive and UN-glamorous and UN-cute and UN-endearing both stalking and emotional abuse is (*cough* both things of which juvia does *cough cough*). I’ll be saying just how it’s perfect below.

It destroys the rose-colored, romanticizing lenses that some people use to look at juvia’s disgusting, perverted behavior if you look at her actions the same way you do the stalker or the emotionally manipulative husband in that episode. It helps to put juvia’s actions in perspective, to overlook the over exaggerated way she does things and to examine the core of what she does and the effect it has on her victim, Gray.

What I really appreciate about the episode is that juvia has almost all of the characteristics of both perpetrators. I’ll list out how juvia matches the description of the stalker first.

(Warning: for one, I’m describing the stalking and abusive behavior that goes on in the show. It’s much more realistic than juvia’s since she’s in a comedy anime, but still she mirrors it perfectly and is therefore still condemned for it. Two, this will have spoilers, though nothing so major that you can’t watch it yourself without enjoyment).

The stalker changes his appearance to what he thinks the object of his affection wants. In Criminal Minds, he tried his best to look like his victim’s fiancé. juvia also kept changing her appearance because she couldn’t get Gray to look at her, and even asked him what version he liked. (Think about it, most characters didn’t change style at all throughout the show besides at most hairstyle for Lucy and costume changes periodically for other main characters. The only times when people looked drastically different were after time skips. juvia on the other hand consistently completely revamped her looks until she settled on one that’s eerily similar to Lucy’s).

The stalker follows his victim no matter where she goes, even moved hundreds of miles across the country when she moved just to be with her. juvia also went to those great lengths just to follow Gray without his consent. we know she moved when he did after FT disbanded, literally barged into his house and wouldn’t leave. And of course she’s followed him hundreds of miles over continents too.

The stalker knows where she is and documents her whereabouts closely, just like how juvia always needs to know where Gray is. (Don’t get me started on her “Gray tingle” *shudders*). She has no life outside of keeping Gray in her grasp.

The stalker mistakes his victim’s actions for her being in love with him, and has a delusion of what their relationship is like. He believes “she loves him and just doesn’t know it yet.” juvia also thinks everything Gray does is because he loves her, and most definitely has delusions of Gray and their relationship. she also thinks all she has to do to win his affection is to keep on trying, having the same attitude as he “just doesn’t know it yet”.

The stalker’s first meeting with his victim is one where he thought she loved him back after accidentally touching his hand when he was fixing her computer. He’s certain she felt the love too, and that’s where this all started. juvia’s “relationship” with Gray is also like this. Their first meeting was rife with misunderstandings by juvia, with her taking every little thing he said to mean he loved her, then to meaning that he loved Lucy, then back to him loving her and wanting to have sex with her.

The stalker, after “doing things for his love”, i.e. giving her unwanted visits and gifts and staring at her in public, wanted something back in return. juvia also believed she deserved something from Gray. Remember what juvia said to him at his dad’s grave? “juvia doesn’t deserve to love you anymore”. That means she believed she did deserve it at one point, that he owed her, that he belonged to her. This of course ties back to another post of mine again, (I’ve mentioned this post a lot, I suggest checking it out, it’s my “The Reason Gray Decided To ‘Love’ juvia” post, linked just below this paragraph) where I show how Gray felt he owed her once she killed herself for him, and that’s why he said he’d take her feelings seriously. It’s all about guilt, debt, and owing with these two in the match made in hell.

The stalker’s obsession with his victim “defines him”. Need I explain how that pertains to juvia? I’ll do it anyway to be thorough—juvia doesn’t exist without Gray. she exists for him, and he in her mind exists for her. Without him, she has no meaning, no reason for life. He is why she has to change her appearance, why she has the job she has (i.e. being in his guild). The profilers say “he wants to make her happy”, and I suppose juvia in her twisted, sick way believes she’s doing that, by giving him a body-pilllow of her or buns with his face on them or by throwing herself on him and following him everywhere etc. etc. despite his disgust and discomfort. she just never took the time to figure out what he actually wants or likes, or heck to even listen to him to figure that out, so she’s really still selfish and self-centered af.

The stalker took his aggression against his victim’s fiancé by causing over half a grand damage to his car. juvia does the same thing, at least in being overly and undeservingly aggressive towards people she saw to be a threat to her love, aka any breathing woman.

The stalker, although “he doesn’t want to [hurt her], if he feels like he’s going to lose her, then he will.” Same with juvia. Since Gray is her life, if he truly rejected her to be with a different lady, then she wouldn’t hesitate to make him pay. We see it clearly in their first interaction, where as soon as she thinks this hot, shirtless stranger, whom she thinks she loves, doesn’t love her but someone else, he and his lover both deserve to die. Since then, while she hasn’t gone as far as to try to boil him alive again (wow how kind of her -_-), she only does that because she’s too occupied death glaring and wishing harm on the ladies he interacts with instead.

The stalker, having been rejected his entire life, builds a fantasy world in which someone (his victim) accepts him to escape his harsh reality. I’m almost beyond words on how to say that describes juvia to a T. she was literally always rejected, either by boyfriends or people her age for bringing rain with her. Suddenly, Gray extends basic human decency and he is now suddenly the angel who accepted her and freed her from her reality of rejection—which of course is a fantasy, as he continually rejects her advances. This behavior of the stalker is so very disgustingly characteristic of juvia: putting her own fantasy and delusions over Gray’s actual feelings; no matter how uncomfortable he acts, it’s not even a secondary concern of hers. she just doesn’t care.

Those were all just facts about the stalker (and I might’ve even missed some of the details to add to the list too). Here’s some profiling about the psychological abuser, which was a subplot to the main plot, and therefore there’s less to list but plenty to dissect.

The abuser had complete control over his wife and cut off her from all contact to the outside world to make her only be able to turn to him. juvia slowly obtains whole power over Gray’s mind as well, manipulating him to like her back through her constant hedging and nagging him and pretending like they were an actual couple. Eventually, surrounded by people and by an insane woman who believed she deserved and owned him, he began to believe it too and sought to make her happy, as if she ever tried to do so for him, actually for him, not what she thought he liked, but what he actually wanted. she constantly inserted herself into his private and personal life until she became a part of it, and slowly she blotted everything else out, so that everything else began to matter less to him. He was willing to kill Natsu “in revenge” for her death, and suddenly all he wants to do is to give her joy. He becomes like juvia, modeled by juvia into her perfect little lover. He now didn’t know of any other love, because juvia shut anyyy door to any other woman. she’s all he knows, she’s all that’s available, she’s the one he owes since she died for him. Stockholm Syndrome is even mentioned about this in the episode, and it relates perfectly; considering how Gray was pressured from all sides— I know I say it a lot but by juvia ofc and his “friends” and guild-mates and even his dad— he felt “he had no place to go” aka there was no option but to return her affections out of guilt and entrapment. Her behavior is normalized and suddenly he’s the crazy one for not accepting her. He’s the problem. He’s the obstacle between juvia’s happiness. He’s the one who should care for her feelings, even though she could literally not care less about his.

The abuser was able to manipulate the people close to him, his kids, into believing the same thoughts about his wife as he did, i.e. how she was useless and mean-spirited and stupid. juvia, while perhaps not as intentionally maliciously, does the same to her guild-mates, i.e. she made everyone around her think Gray was mean and stupid for rejecting such a “smoking, cute babe who clearly just loves loves loves him so much”. she did this by repeatedly throwing herself at him, by continually whining when Gray ran from her, by always talking about how much she just cares about him (newsflash, she doesn’t), so much so that people felt bad for her and began to think Gray was the one in the wrong for not giving her what she wants. They in turn proceeded to reinforce that belief on him, always telling him so when he tried to rebuke her for her actions, telling him that he’s crazy for rejecting such a “cute lady who clearly cares for you” or “she’s just a sweet girl so just give her a straight answer already” (IM LOOKING ESPECIALLY AT YOU, ERZA. Absolutely disgusted by how Erza manipulated him during the GMG arc. She made it seem like juvia’s totally normal in how she acts towards him, and that it’s Gray’s fault that juvia acts like this because “he doesn’t give her a straight answer”, as if any sane person would see how Gray responds to juvia’s behavior and not believe he doesn’t love her or want to love her. THAT’S LITERALLY VICTIM BLAMING).

(Here’s a really clear spoiler for the episode). The abuser was able to completely rewrite his wife’s thinking and behavior. She believed she was stupid and useless, and she tried her darnedest to live up to her husband’s expectations, all the way up until she killed him because of the Battered Woman syndrome, where after years of abuse, she cracked and shot him to defend herself. Even then though, she cleaned up the blood and sat patiently for the authorities, because she’d been so brainwashed by her husband that even though he was dead, she thought he’d be upset if the police came in to see such a mess of blood. While Gray hasn’t cracked yet, and probably never will because he’s truly locked in the fantasy that juvia loves him and he loves her, and because since when has Mashima been good at writing their relationship, he acts the same as the wife. Thanks to psychological abuse, he believes just that, that juvia loves him and he loves her. He believes she’s such a great person because of the sacrifice she made for him (Even. Though. So. Many. Others. Have. Done. So. For. Him. Before.), he believes that he now owes her so much that he forgave (more like forgot thanks to the trauma of potentially “being the reason another woman in his life died”) all the wrongdoings she did against him and began to believe she really did care for him genuinely, that he loved her back because of those things (all of which are lies). His desire became the same as her desire—to make juvia happy. Oh, no, juvia doesn’t have the desire to make Gray happy, just juvia. she just wants him to love her even if it’s based on lies and manipulation and abuse. As long as she gets what she wants, she doesn’t care the pain she causes Gray. she doesn’t even notice it.

That’s my analysis. It was so uncanny, how the more I watched, the more the B.A.U.’s profilers profiled juvia’s behavior exactly. I thought it’d be perfect to share on my blog because it’s a more realistic case of juvia’s terrible actions, and more haunting. It’s not romanticized at all, either the abuse or stalking, and is just shown to be how creepy and criminal it is and how permanently disturbing and life-altering it can be to it’s victims.

I suggest, if you haven’t, to give it a watch. It’s on Netflix, and I’m sure on many other things too. I believe it’ll reinforce my fellow Antis’ feelings on just how scarring, terror-inducing, traumatizing it is to either be emotionally and psychologically abused/manipulated or be stalked against one’s wishes.

Gray is unfortunately a victim of both.

(Do be careful if you’ve actually experienced stalking or psychological abuse if you watch it please; it seems very realistic in the episode, and it might trigger you, and I don’t want that for my readers. Stay safe!)

And if Pros watch it, I’d hope they would come to realize that juvia’s behavior shouldn’t be romanticized. I feel the episode is digestible because in both cases, the men are the ones either manipulating or stalking. However, switch the genders, and it’s absolutely the same level of severity. It’s really infuriating when people assume only men can abuse others and hate them bc of it, and yet when a woman does it, especially a “cute woman” like juvia, they claim her as their “waifu” and call it girl power and ship it. I hope the people who watch the episode can see how it could go both ways and how equally scarring it would be either way.

Closing Notes:

To be honest, I was planning on making a very short post where basically all I said was please go watch this episode of Criminal Minds and that juvia fits the descriptions precisely, but then I started putting down exactly how she does, and it went on from there. I’m actually happy with how this post turned out, especially since I was feeling like I wouldn’t get inspired to write more for the blog after posting so much. Oh and please bear in mind I wrote this at 3 AM, so please forgive any typos! (I know you will, @youthinkofacoolname ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭). As always, thank you for reading this, and please let me know what you think!

[cassyapper]

oh my little holly backstory idea thing so okay

holly’s bizarre gang violence. no this isnt a part 5 rip off fuck off

holly is a kid of two immigrants and is half-italian during the 1940s and 50s in fucking new york city. she deeefinitely knew about the gang scene and i am certain she felt strongly about it

she is also joseph “hehe” joestar and suzi “im gonna mock my crush over his face” q’s daughter she DEFINITELY had a smart mouth and was pretty impulsive and messy ESPEICALLY as a teenager (adult hormones but child critical thinking. tragic.). also she is lisalisa’s grandaughter so there is noo way she didnt know hamon. she absolutely knew hamon. i’ll get into why we dont see her use it later but she used it a lot as a kid okay

anyway so in combination with this. joseph and suzi r rich so they send holly to private schools to try and shelter her from the tense social atmopshere but it doesnt really work cause she likes sniffing out trouble just like joseph. and as we’ll see jotaro inherit, holly has a strong sense of justice...

so. im sure she witnesses many turf scuffles or at least feels the effect of the results of them. and she does not like how smug and cruel the winner of them are (like this dude and his gang will beat rival gangs into unconsciousness/death). she doesnt like that he’s taking over new york either. this is her city dammit! so she goes to join a gang and beat him back

the leader of the gang she tries to join originally is very against it. let’s call her rosa. rosa’s also a crazy teenager btw. rosa is like “you think this is a game, huh little girl? just some sort of extracurricular you can leave at the door of your penthouse? this is my real life and safety you bitch” and holly is like “IT’S NOT A GAME TO ME” they probably beat each other up. but then holly shows off hamon and rosa is like ohhhh okay. i still don’t trust you but i can use you. esp when it’s apparent hamon can heal ppl

so holly joins this gang after some hazing (im sure she commits some petty crime and definitely almost gets caught every time but she pulls the typical joestar bullshit to get out of it). eventually the gang does come to trust her though and they’re an army made of kids. holly loves the fights they get into cause 1) she loves dishing out what she firmly believes is justice 2) she gets really exhilerated during the fighting she loves the rush of energy that comes w adrenaline and using hamon and 3) she loves hanging out with these guys. theyre her friends

holly definitely gets into trouble all the time and the gang always tells her that she has to calm down a little (usually jokingly) but it kinda just spurs holly on. she loves feleing so powerful and competent

eventually the gang that was taking over new york takes notice of them scraping away at their turf. holly boldly challenges them for the rest of it and snarks about how she could take them down herself. they are annoyed but agree to the fight and a rumble goes down. the night before it happens im sure rosa and holly do some gay things but holly doesnt kiss and tell and rosa DEFINITELY doesnt so who knows for sure.

anyway holly is strong but she’s not a one man army like she had kinda ended up thinking of herself as, and the rival gang brought guns. also the rival gang probably bought out the police so no help is coming

holly probably does manage to kill the leader so at least he’s out of the way. but her cockiness leads to her gang dying out. particularly im thinking, since holly was being such a shit to them, the gang was targetting her specifically, so rosa takes a hit for her.

rosa tells her to live her little rich girl life as a throwback to what she said when they first met, and holly cries. she tries healing her with hamon but holly has never been actually trained in the art of hamon and also there’s only so much hamon can do with so many wounds, one of which being a bullet wound in the ribs. so rosa dies. sorry gays

anyway after this holly decides she can’t use hamon anymore because it only lead to death she couldn’t prevent in the end. and she also decides to scale back her willingness to fight because in her mind, if she hadnt been so eager to pummel and hadn’t snarked so much, her gang might still be alive. basically. holly had a fighting spirit but she smothers it because she’s convinced it can only lead to her loved ones being hurt. violence makes her sick now

which is why her stand was killing her. it’s not that holly had no fighting spirit, as evident by the fact she started developing a stand in the first place, it’s just that she pushes it down, down, down, because she’s sure it will only hurt those she loves. and her taking jotaro’s shit is an echo of her not wanting to be snarky/rude anymore because shes certain it will only make things worse

but after egypt she sees how this philosophy only ended up hurting her family, which was the exact opposite of why she cultivated it in the first place, so she allows herself to relearn how to be assertive and such again (which in turn means she gets her stand now fuck off). but man.

anyway that’s my little thing. ughgougho holy kujo etc

[kungfuslipper]

I’ve re-read Imperial Commando in a very short space of time, and I haz many thoughts and thots. Not sure if they’ll make their way out first via fic or * meta *.

But for now, the cliffnotes version:

Niner is the MVP of this whole story. Really, the guy deserves everything and more.

Darman is just too cute. Hiding in a janitorial closet wearing full katarn so he can talk to his son and his squaddies because he’s self conscious. Aweee. But also he’s such an idiot that I find I can’t suspend my disbelief about his mindset. Needs major overhaul via fic.

Maze just gives me a boner because he has the guts to give Kal a piece of his mind without second thought. *encore*. Solid, solid, solid human being right there.

Ordo is pretty weak in certain areas, one being his own ego (oh yeah if I wanted Zey dead I would have done it myself) sure buddy, keep telling yourself that. The other area being his rather disgusting dotage on Kal. I mean, he is clearly in charge, not Kal — he takes control and gives him orders when Kal starts acting like a melodramatic teenager — and yet he can’t stop going after him to “keep him out of trouble.”

Vau has a backbone, as per usual. Brings refreshment with every scene he enters.

Besany gives Ordo huge eyes and has turned into a wifey robot. “Oh, am I allowed an opinion”? GAG. Get away from me.

Kal: what exaclty does Ny see that’s making her want a relationship with this man? He’s clearly emotionally unstable and unable to understand right and wrong.

Ny: I don’t mind her but it’s funny because KT actually wrote her as quite skeptical of Kal (rightly so) and at odds with him at many turns. But she still thinks he’s worth her time. Whyyyy.

Jaing: you’re so hot please keep talking.

Kom’rk: sense of humor is direct from the gods. Would bang on sight. (Or site).

Jusik: where do I start. He has no sense of self, is easily persuaded, will almost martyr the persona to please the people whose good opinion he needs. Tbf he said he needed more time to figure things out. Got that right, boy. Figure out that what you care about most is fitting in somewhere. Which is not wrong to care about, but he’s going about it all wrong. He traded one morality for another and is realizing doing that doesn’t solve the problem. He takes faux responsibility. He needs to learn to take real responsibility.

Melusar: fucking dangerous. He will commit heinous crimes by winning the hearts and minds of all his men.

Uthan: Self defense is not on par with pre-meditated mass murder. Sorry. (She should have told Scout that).

Fi: *heart melts into a million pieces every time he comes on scene*. Would marry in an extravagant wedding with lots of music and dancing. Please let the man speak to his vode. For the love of all the gods. Actually someone please wait on him hand and foot. Let him have whatever he wants and spare no expense. JUSIK STOP USING HIM AS A SYMPATHY PROP YOU GIANT DICK.

Delta Squad: (didn’t even mention Sev anymore) *angry noises*. Howwwww. FIX IT NOW.

[xaphrin]

I am hoping to post this whole fic all at once, but I was so happy with this chapter that I wanted to share it. So, here. Have some "I wasn't supposed to fall in love with my wedding baker" AU.

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When Damian opened the door to find Raven standing in the hallway, the expression on her face spoke volumes about her feelings of being here when most people were dead asleep.

She adjusted the large plastic container in her hands and shook a lock of hair out of her eyes. “You are aware that it’s two in the morning, right?”

Damian knew. Of course he did. A part of him almost felt apologetic for calling Raven and forcing her to come to his home in the middle of the night (especially over something as insignificant as lemon curd), but with the premium he was paying her for an off-hours house call, he didn’t allow that apology to take root. He’d been accused of being a “night owl” on more than one occasion, but the truth was that he suffered from occasional bouts of insomnia. And if he had to suffer through this ailment, then so should others - including the baker for his wedding.

“I’m paying you enough to make up for your interrupted sleep schedule.” Without any ceremony, he ushered her into his penthouse, closing the door behind her. Titus pushed past him and nudged Raven’s hip, begging for pets. Damian couldn’t help but notice that Titus paid Raven more attention than he paid his own fiance. “Sleep when you’re dead.”

Raven’s lips pulled to the side in a teasing half-smile, her eyes meeting his. “How chivalrous of you.” There was a small pause as she set the plastic container down on a small table by the door and bent down to scratch Titus behind the ears. “You know that your night time doorman seems to think I’m here for purposes other than cake. Why else would some strange woman be visiting you at an unreasonable hour?”

Damian didn’t care what his doorman thought, and he highly doubted Raven cared. She was just trying to get under his skin. He shrugged and turned away from her, motioning her to follow him deeper into his flat. “I hardly see how that is my problem. Besides, didn’t you say that you get up at four in the morning anyway?”

Her face fell. “That is entirely beside the point, and you know that, Mr. Wayne.”

“You can call me Damian.” He had reminded her of that fact at least half a dozen times now.

“Ha.” Her sarcastic laugh made him smirk. “No one calls a Wayne by their first name. It’s akin to social suicide. I’d be willing to bet that you even call your father Mr. Wayne.”

Damian walked her through the massive living room, heading towards the kitchen at the far end of his flat. “Only on holidays, and the occasional birthday.”

Raven snorted. “Ah. I see how deep the decorum runs.” As they walked into the kitchen, her face lit up with surprise, and she let go of a low whistle. Pushing past him, she inspected the appliances with blatant envy. “Do you even know what I would do to have this oven in my posession? I would commit war crimes to get this oven in my apartment.” She opened the oven doors and looked inside before standing up and turning to him, eyes narrowing. “Is this just for show? Do you even bake?”

“No.”

Raven closed the oven door and sighed. “Pity.”

“I cook.”

That seemed to pique her interest, and she leaned against the marble countertop, watching him with a sharp stare. There was a long stretch of silence, and it felt like her eyes were boring into him, stripping away everything that protected him until it felt like each flaw was exposed to her scrutiny. In any other situation, Damian would have slammed up some kind of barrier to keep her from looking too deep, but this time he found himself oddly comfortable with letting her investigate him. He didn’t mind showing her his weaknesses, and that thought should have scared him, but it didn’t. He kept his face blank and let her watch him.

“You know… I am having a hard time imagining you slaving over a stove in a hot kitchen.” Her head tilted to the side and she smirked. “Although I like the thought of you wearing a frilly apron. A soft pink one, with ruffles and bows.”

His face fell and he crossed his arms over his chest. Cheeky. “I am docking your home visit fee until you take that back.”

“Mm. Worth it.” She turned away from him, and reached for the plastic container on the counter, unsnapping the lid. In an instant, Titus was at her side and Damian watched her sneak him a treat she had obviously made for him. Raven seemed to make herself at home in his kitchen, as if she belonged there. He found himself smiling at her, and a strange kind of warmth filled his chest.

“So, tell me your fear with the lemon curd, and why it was so imperative that you force me out of bed at two o’clock in the morning to travel all the way across town with cake samples.”

Well, when she put it like that, it did make him sound like a typical, spoiled son of an eccentric billionaire. Damian ignored that small spot of guilt again and settled on a stool at the eat-in counter. “I think my fiance is allergic to lemons… or curd. I can’t remember, but it’s one of those.” He thought for a long moment, trying to remember what it was that she had said last time he had spoken to his fiance.

“You can’t remember?” Raven turned back around and looked at him, her expression incredulous. “Haven’t you two known each other for years? That's what all the tabloids say anyway.”

Oh, right. The tabloids were spinning the relationship into some falsehood of star-crossed lovers who used to be childhood best friends. The truth was far less interesting. “We have known of each other for years. We’ve crossed paths at various parties and events, and my father and hers have a mutual business relationship. But, knowing each other implies some kind of deep, long term relationship. Something more than casual friends.”

“Ah.” Raven rummaged through his cabinets for plates, setting them next to the plastic container containing cake samples. “And I take it that’s not what you have with the daughter of Queen Consolidated?”

Damian shrugged, knowing that talking about the arrangement was opening himself to all kinds of scrutiny from her. But, there was something about Raven that made it almost comfortable to open up to her. In all the times they had been together, she never seemed like the type to spill his secrets. In fact, she seemed to keep them closer than most people he knew. He actually liked talking to her - even with her cheeky attitude. “We’ve only been together in an official capacity for a few months.”

“Oh…”

Her tone seemed to waffle between pity and understanding, and Damian felt like he had to scramble for an explanation. It felt like he didn’t want her to think less of him as a person.

“The marriage is one of a business nature. Our families would be brought together with the marriage of children. It would strengthen the ties between us.” After saying it out loud, Damian realized how cynical that sounded. It was more than just a business move. For all intents and purposes, he liked Emiko, she was smart and polite and reasonably attractive. Marrying her was a good, sound move. He would be content though their marriage.

“I didn’t realize that was still a thing - marrying for business purposes.” Raven pulled out cake samples from the plastic box and placed them on the counter. “Sounds a little medieval, if you ask me.”

Damian shrugged, not feeling any particular way about her comments. “She’s a lovely woman.”

“Is she?” Raven scoffed. “My landlady is a lovely woman. The mail person is a lovely woman. The person who delivers my takeaway is a lovely woman." She gave him a flat stare, pursing her lips. "Lovely woman is not a term of endearment you use for someone you're madly in love with."

"I never said I was madly in love with her."

"Ah. I see. I must have misunderstood." She handed him a slice of cake, her eyes as sharp as a hawk’s as she watched him. "Raspberry and chocolate." She paused. "Is that the business agreement to the marriage then? You marry Emiko Queen, and in return both families have fingers in each other’s pots… so to speak.”

"Yes." Damian took a bite of the cake, and he tasted the sharp tartness of the raspberry at the forefront of the cake before melting away to luscious chocolate. Just like the first time he tasted her cakes, he barely kept himself from moaning in pleasure. She had to bake magic into her cakes for them to taste this damn good. He chewed slowly, letting himself wallow in the flavor.

"Does she love you?"

Damian swallowed and stared at her. The question caught him off guard. He knew for certain he didn’t love her, but he had never really thought about whether or not she loved him. "That's forward of you."

"Asking if your fiance loves you?" She snorted and lifted her eyes to the ceiling. "You're right. How rude of me." Another slice of cake appeared. "Pistachio and cardamom."

He took a bite and tamped down a shiver. She was a magician, there was no other explanation. The flavor curled in his mouth like spiced smoke. "It'll be a fine arrangement."

"Mm. How romantic, an arrangement. Be still my fluttering heart."

Damian rolled his eyes and took another bite of cake. "I am amazed you manage to keep clients with the mouth on you."

She gave a one shouldered shrug. "I let my work speak for me." There was a pause and she leaned over the counter to look closer at him, trying to decipher his expression. “But you never answered my question. Does she love you?”

Damian blinked, letting her question settle in the pit of his stomach. Did his fiance love him? He doubted it, but then again, he never thought to ask. Emiko wasn’t frigid to him, but she wasn’t overly attached either. Indifferent seemed to be the best way to describe her feelings, as though she cared for him as nothing more than a distant friend. She seemed to view this arrangement the same way he did - a duty to her family and a business transaction. Nothing more.

“Your silence speaks volumes.” Raven’s head tilted to the side and she stared at him again, blatantly reading his face. He felt uncomfortable, letting her sharp eyes watch him. She seemed to see more than anyone else had. “I see hundreds of couples a year, and I’ve learned to pick out who truly cares for each other, and who really doesn't know what they want."

Damian took another bite of the pistachio cake, never looking away from her face. Even when she was picking him apart, she was beautiful. "And I take it that you believe I'm the latter?"

"I don't just believe, I know." She handed him another slice of cake. "Orange spice."

"I'm not particular about marrying for love. I've never subscribed to the idea." The orange spice was by far the best, and it immediately went on the short-list.

A pitying look crossed her face. "You don't believe in love?"

That question made him pause, and he looked back at her, his head filled with something akin to smoke. It was like he couldn’t think beyond her question. "I… don't know." He realized with some small amount of shock that he really didn't know. As he sat there, watching her, he realized that he never thought he would fall in love. He had crushes and minor relationships, but nothing that he would call love. Nothing that made him feel like the world was falling out from under his feet, and he was left clamoring for something that made him whole.

“You look surprised by your own answer.” Raven’s voice was soft, nearly swallowed up by the silence between them. “Did you honestly think you would never fall in love?”

“I suppose I did.” Damian took another bite of cake and shifted in his seat. “Love never seemed like something I gave much thought to. My duty has always been to my family, and as long as I am comfortable, I don’t see the need for much else.”

Raven pulled out another slice of cake. “Have you thought that maybe you haven’t met the right person?”

Damian’s face fell and he stared at her, taking the slice of cake from her. “That seems a trite response.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps. That’s vanilla and rose water.”

Damian’s face scrunched at the flavor and he pushed it away. “That rose water is abhorrent.”

A soft laugh escaped and Raven shook her head. “Rose water is very en vogue right now. I’m not fond of it, but some people like it.” She took the slice back and leaned against the counter. “So, tell me if you don’t mind, why are you putting all this effort into a wedding with someone you don't have feelings for?"

"It's meant to be a performance." He hummed softly, thinking. “Both of our families have a reputation to uphold, and if we don’t live up to that expected standard, the media will tear us apart. Emiko doesn’t need any poor publicity.”

“Mm. I understand to a point.” She paused and pulled out another slice of cake. “You’re very pragmatic about this.”

The way she said that didn’t sound like a compliment. Damian took the offered cake. “I don’t require your approval.”

“I never said you did. I’m only in this for the absolutely exorbitant fee you’re paying me.” She smirked. “But… I am curious, don’t you want to fall in love? Just once?”

“And who would I fall in love with?” He took a bite of cake and practically sighed. Chocolate and orange.

“You’re a Wayne. More than half the world would be willing to fall in love with you. Take your pick.”

“I don’t think you can force love.”

Raven shrugged. “Well, your upstanding camaraderie with your fiance doesn’t fit the bill either.”

He blinked and took another bite of the cake. This was the one. “I never intended to love her. Our partnership will be fine.”

Raven lifted an eyebrow. “So… what happens if you fall in love with someone before you get married?”

“I hardly think that will happen.” He scoffed and took a third bite of the cake. He doubted he would find anyone who could coax him to fall in love. That seemed like an impossible task. “And even if I did, it changes nothing.”

“You’re so committed to this marriage. It’s admirable.” Her smile widened. “I take it the orange and chocolate one is the winner? You’ve eaten half the slice already.”

“You’re talented at this.” He took another bite and met her stare. “What about you?”

“I think the chocolate orange will both make a statement and still be appropriately conservative.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His eyes searched hers, and he suddenly realized he had to know. He had to know if there was anyone in her life that meant more than just a friend. He wanted to know who her heart beat for. “Are you in love?”

Color crawled up her neck. “That’s a pretty personal question to ask your baker.”

Damian shrugged. “For what I’m paying you, humor me.”

She chewed on her lower lip and glanced away, and she shifted for a moment. “Currently? No. I was in love once, but… it faded.” She looked back into his eyes. “But that doesn’t make it any more special and important.”

"And you want to fall in love again?" He felt strange and a little invasive asking these questions, but some part of him wanted to know. He wanted to know not just about falling in love, but Raven falling in love specifically. Would she fall in love again? And with whom?

"Of course." Her voice was soft and gentle, and she gave him a small, almost sad smile. "I haven’t found the right person to fall for just yet. But it’ll come.”

Something in Damian’s chest twisted and he found himself reaching across the counter to rest his hand next to hers. It was as close as he dared to get to her. She met his stare for a long moment, and that feeling in his chest turned almost painful. He wanted to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, to feel her skin under his fingertips, but his hand stayed firmly pressed against the cool marble of the counter.

He swallowed slowly and nodded. “The chocolate orange.”

[dontbipanicjonsa]

Been thinking about Dark!D*ny and

I think for me, it comes down to two things:

The utter hypocrisy re: her supposed abolitionist ways

The escalation of her power and the destruction she wreaks

Because I can't really fault her for smothering Drogo. I can't really fault her for letting Viserys die. I can't really fault her for murdering the shit out of Kraznys. I can't fault her for freeing slaves (as if). I can't even fault her for wanting revenge.

Let me explain-

I think if we compare the capture of the Lhazareen and the capture of Meereen, it paints a very clear picture of where D*ny is headed.

The Lhazareen

Ok. First, the whole 'D*ny has no power' argument has to stop. She's the khaleesi. Her husband is the khal. Of course she has power.

I'm NOT saying Drogo isn't absolutely monstrous to her. I'm not saying she chose to marry him. I'm not commenting on their relationship at all.

In a patriarchy, (upper class) women gain property/power/control over others in exchange for sexual/reproductive service. So D*ny, simply by virtue of being the khal's wife, or simply because she's pregnant with his kid (neither of which were her choice) has power.

For comparison, Cersei, who is abused by her husband, the king, still derives power from her position as Queen and mother of the princes/princess. See what I mean?

?? Drogo decides they're gonna sail to Westeros and gives his rousing speech because D*ny was almost assassinated. The attack on the Lhazareen was done in service of D*ny's conquest of Westeros. Let's repeat.

The Lhazareen were attacked to further D*ny's interests.

The Lhazareen were attacked to further D*ny's interests.

No, it wasn't for Rhaego, he's a fucking foetus he doesn't HAVE interests. It's not for Drogo, he doesn't give two shits about Westeros. IT"S FOR D*NY. And that is her 'power' in action. Her power, that she derives through her husband, because PatRiarChy. But power.

And you know what? Sure. It's fine. She didn't know what a bloodbath it was going to be. That's not her fault. And yeah, she IS ready to accept the bloodshed as necessary collateral. That is...a bit more questionable. But she does try to help some women.

Does she only help them because she can see their suffering? Probably. There's plenty of suffering not in her direct line of sight that she allows. But ok. Sure. It's not her job to save everyone (nevermind that they're suffering to further her interests).

The whole 'save them by marrying them to their rapists' thing makes me more sad than enraged. It's tragic. It's D*ny, making women marry their rapists in the same book where she married her rapist...thinking she's ok, thinking they would be ok too. It's the cycle of abuse in motion, right before our eyes.

This is an explanation I accept. All that bullshit about how powerless D*ny is? Pls. Women and children are being enslaved right there on the same page, so D*ny can win the IT, and she's powerless ?? stfu

Ok. I get it. She's not powerless, but how far does her power extend? COULD she have gotten away with getting all the newly enslaved Lhazareen freed? We'll never know. Does that absolve her?

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne.

NO.

This- the capture and enslavement of the Lhazareen people- is a direct consequence of Viserys' ambitions, which is a torch that D*ny has now willingly taken up. THAT ^^^ is a price she's willing to pay, or rather- make others pay.

Buuuut it's fine. She's inexperienced, and her power is certainly limited, and hey she tried. Sure. Moving on.

Meereen

(TW: mentions of rape)

Fast forward four books and D*ny is approximately 100x times more powerful than she was in the Lhazareen scene. Let's see how she does now-

A boy came, younger than Dany, slight and scarred, dressed up in a frayed grey tokar trailing silver fringe. His voice broke when he told of how two of his father's household slaves had risen up the night the gate broke. One had slain his father, the other his elder brother. Both had raped his mother before killing her as well. The boy had escaped with no more than the scar upon his face, but one of the murderers was still living in his father's house, and the other had joined the queen's soldiers as one of the Mother's Men. He wanted them both hanged.

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. Dany had no choice but to deny him. She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack. Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters.

xxx

A former slave came, to accuse a certain noble of the Zhak. The man had recently taken to wife a freedwoman who had been the noble's bedwarmer before the city fell. The noble had taken her maidenhood, used her for his pleasure, and gotten her with child. Her new husband wanted the noble gelded for the crime of rape, and he wanted a purse of gold as well, to pay him for raising the noble's bastard as his own. Dany granted him the gold, but not the gelding. "When he lay with her, your wife was his property, to do with as he would. By law, there was no rape." Her decision did not please him, she could see, but if she gelded every man who ever forced a bedslave, she would soon rule a city of eunuchs.

SO anyway how is D*ny rating on the 'tried to prevent rape' scale?

She even went so far as to summon Irri, hoping her caresses might help ease her way to rest, but after a short while she pushed the Dothraki girl away. Irri was sweet and soft and willing, but she was not Daario.

Oh look she's in the negative :/

How's she doing on the slavery front? She's got all the power now...

"Your slave Missandei." Jhiqui had a taper in her hand.

"My servant. I have no slaves." Dany did not understand. "Why does she weep?"

xxx

There was no slavery in the free city of Pentos. Nonetheless, they were slaves.

...

D*enerys spends five books gaining power. How does this affect the condition of her people? Is the condition of the Meereenese better than the condition of the Lhazareen had been, all the way back in the first book? No. It's worse.

People have still been raped. People have still been enslaved/remained enslaved. People have starved. People have been brutally murdered. And at a much larger scale than book 1.

This is what it comes down to. D*ny is a villain because her climb to power is characterized by death and destruction, always. Isn't that the trademark of a villain?

D*ny is a girl who truly believes in her own PR, but when you look at her words and actions-

"The Good Master has said that these eunuchs cannot be tempted with coin or flesh," Dany told the girl, "but if some enemy of mine should offer them freedom for betraying me . . ."

"They would kill him out of hand and bring her his head, tell her that," the slaver answered. "Other slaves may steal and hoard up silver in hopes of buying freedom, but an Unsullied would not take it if the little mare offered it as a gift. They have no life outside their duty. They are soldiers, and that is all."

xxx

"No," she pleaded. "Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way … some magic, some …"

...how much of her actions are truly altruistic? How much is performative?

Despite her anti-slavery rhetoric, D*ny consistently benefits from slavery- and slavery flourishes.

Despite her 'oh no I don't wanna bring death and destruction anywhere', her actions continue to bring exactly that- and it never stops her from doing it all over again the next time.

Not to dismiss her internal struggle. But really. Being upset at the thought that you might be a bad person doesn't make you a good person. For that matter, being worried if you're going mad or not...doesn't mean you're not (not that I'm saying she is). Seriously, where did that logic even come from? Ultimately, her internal struggle makes her a more compelling character, sure, but it doesn't actually make her a better person.

The point is, her story is absolutely rooted in hypocrisy. Her destructiveness only escalates with her power. Her so-called good intentions never pan out- because her own actions undermine them. And because she has the self-awareness of a pigeon, she never gets better.

She IS the villain who thinks she's a hero. She isn't just a villain because she's done bad things, but because she's utterly unaware (or deliberately obtuse) of the bad things she's done, and so she's incapable of learning, and so she's only getting worse.

Take a step outside her POV and it suddenly becomes clear.

Let's recap.

D*ny has-

Wayy more power in Meereen. Less in Lhazareen

D*ny did-

Less to prevent rape in Meereen. More in Lhazareen

D*ny benefitted from-

Slavery in Meereen. Slavery in Lhazareen

D*ny was-

A slaver in Meereen. A slaver in Lhazareen

D*ny wreaked-

Death and destruction in Meereen. Death and destruction in Lhazareen.

D*ny, riding high on her power-

Ordered the murder of children. And much more.

Power is NOT good for D*ny.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve