#the person who used to drive me to confession is the one making me sad! (Because I was saying stuff re: my current interpersonal problems)

[countess-of-edessa]

yesss finally went to confession today and stayed after for mass and received the Eucharist for the first time since august. just as i was going up to receive i got a horrible stabbing pain in my eye and was like Don’t Even Try It The Devil

[norrizzandpia]

Masterlist 1

- Disclaimer! All of these have happy endings, I am not one for sad endings lol

- More works on Masterlist 2 which you can find the link to on the pinned post on my blog

Lando Norris:

Reckless Driving

When McLaren thinks its funny to put Y/n in a sports-car with her boyfriend and a set of question cards. Spoiler Alert: She doesn’t!

The Infamous Stream

When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love.

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You Pt. 2

What if love isn’t enough? What if the obstacles are too great and all the whirlwind romance ends up being is the right person, but wrong time?

Call Your Mom

Y/n’s struggle with mental health and the journey, accompanied by Lando and her best friends, she goes through in order to get better.

London Boy

In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl.

Flowers

After the Silverstone Grand Prix, Y/n wants to do something nice for her successful boyfriend, but she quickly finds out her kind gesture means a lot more to him than what she expected.

Used Pt. 2

A bet can do more harm than good.

She Doesn’t Know Who I Am Pt. 2

Lando’s in New York and no one knows who he is. Especially the girl who asks for his number.

Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know?

They’ve always hated each other. Always. Right?

Gentle

In which Y/n’s past is a little haunted, but Lando knows exactly how to make her understand that she is safe with him.

Spa

When a reality check causes Y/n to worry about him coming home to her every day for the rest of their lives.

The Softest Launch

He tried to be a secret, but the eyes never lie.

The Video Pt. 2

Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.

Lando’s Biggest Fangirl Pt. 2 Pt. 3

His girlfriend. Lando’s biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.

I’m Sorry To Go

She’s not quite ready to have him leave just yet.

What Are You Doing Up?

She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

Happy Birthday

It’s his favorite person’s birthday.

Lacy Pt. 2 (Oscar Ending) Pt. 2 (Lando Ending)

To the song “Lacy” by Olivia Rodrigo, that should be enough summarized.

I Love Your Body

It was the mirrors.

Boyfriend Lando

Where the chat goes crazy for Boyfriend Lando.

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions Pt. 2

In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Oscar Piastri:

*I also have another Oscar imagine under the Lando section. It is titled Lacy and has an Oscar ending, something you will see if you look at it. It is the second part to an imagine focused on reader loving Lando when he loves someone else. The Oscar ending was incredibly popular and one of my favorites to write! Hope you stumble across this and find that Lacy (Oscar’s Ending)*

Let Me Love You

A friendship where the lines are incredibly blurred is risky, but it’s even more risky to fall in love with a girl who won’t let anyone in romantically.

This Is About Oscar?! Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Y/n’s new song exposes a side of Oscar no one knew about.

I’ll Be The Fred To Your Daphne

He’ll always be the Fred to her Daphne, the peanut butter to her pb and j, and the salt to her pepper.

Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers

They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?

Hurt Me Once Pt. 2

In which they just miss the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

Let Me Help

She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Loving You in the Shadows Pt. 2

They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Cover It Up

That one piece of clothing was covering so much and Oscar just had to take it off.

She’s Missed You

In which Nicole and Chris welcome Oscar’s longtime girlfriend to live with them after he leaves, only to not tell him and have to update him when he shows up for a surprise visit.

Charles Leclerc:

Edits

When Carlos exposes Y/n watching edits of her boyfriend on Instagram. She’s incredibly embarrassed, but after an interesting conversation with the man himself, should she really be?

[mastermindmiko]

The Ear that wasn't

pairing: George Weasley + reader

word count: 1,312

warning: injuries, death and it's a bit angst

Summary: After the battle of the seven (eight) Potters, George becomes distant, and you decide to find out why

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After moving to the Burrow, things have changed. Everyone’s more sombre, and the world seems a little darker. The impending doom of Voldemort’s terror a bit more real. Madeye died and Hedwig as well when we were attacked while moving from Privet Drive to here. It was fun pretending to be Harry for a bit, the polyjuice potion wreaked and tasted awful, but looking like someone else was amusing, that was before death eaters started throwing spells left and right at least. 

The most noticeable change in my life was the distance that George has been placing between us for a month since we came here. The first two days I stayed by his side while he was recovering from becoming ‘holey’. We couldn’t bring any medics to the Burrow, so we all had to make due with our collective medical knowledge; finding spells to ease the pain, recalling how to put on a proper bandaid, and how to stop the blood from gushing. 

Fred and I were riding together, and went to the Burrow via another route along with the others in order to confuse the death eaters as to who was Harry while George was getting hit with a sectumsempra. We arrived at the Burrow and there seeing Hermione’s sad expression looking at me and Fred made my heart lurch to my throat. I couldn’t recall a time I’d run faster inside to find George lying on the sofa. 

I spent the first few days tending to him, and spending as much time near him as possible, mostly due to the nature of our relationship and also to take care of him. We’d only gotten news about his ear when we finally reached madame pomfrey (a trustworthy person) who told us that George wouldn’t be able to get his ear back. I’d expected it, but George seemed heartbroken. 

I stayed behind after dinner, tidying up the table at a slower pace than usual, watching as George cleared the cups too. His movement is precise but never without a little whimsy. The bandage is still wrapped around his head, and he starts shoving cups between the crook of his elbow to hold more in one go. I clear my throat, “How do you feel?” 

“Well.” 

I sigh, knowing how curt all his replies have been. He heads into the kitchen and I continue to stack the rest of the plates before waving my wand, sending them into the kitchen. I walk behind them and point my wand into the sink, allowing them to gracefully pile up inside. The magical tools get to work and start rinsing. 

I look into the living room first looking for George, and I see him sitting on the couch twirling around his wand, and staring off deep in thought. Madame Pomfrey had informed us that his (additional) lack of focus could occur due to the concussion and spell, as well as some loss of balance. I gulped, “Do you need anything?” 

“No.” He grumbles, and leans back sinking into the sofa. I walk closer to him and take a seat beside him. He doesn’t bother to spare me a glance. I bit my lip and hesitantly said, “We can go take a nap for a bit in the room if you’d like?” 

“I don’t need you fussing over me.” George snaps, and I purse my lips, used to this attitude from him over the past month. I shuffled closer to him, and confessed, “I’m not fussing over you, I just want to spend time with you.” 

He sets his wand aside and sighs. He puts his head in his hands, hunching over his thighs. The fire crackles and fills up the silence between us. I place a comforting hand on his back, stroking his skin, feeling the soft material of his shirt and his vertebrae. He sighs once more, and deep in thought he whispers, “Why?” 

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” I chuckle at the absurd question, even when he wasn’t I loved spending time with him. He looks at me, palm holding his cheek, and my amusement dies down from seeing his miserable eyes, and wrinkled eyebrows. My hand lifts from his back and moves to his hand. I ask, “What’s going on, George?” 

“I-” he stutters, and looks away. I squeeze his hand supportively, and he closes his eyes. I let all the thoughts that have been jumping around in my head stay for a second of all the things he could say, the most prominent being: I don’t love you anymore. He sucks in a breath and turns back to lock into my eyes. He mused, “I’m not good-looking anymore, and I don’t want you to not want me.” 

I blink, and process. George, the ever confident, forever handsome, cocky and funny George Weasley doesn’t think he’s good-looking anymore. What would even make him think- oh…the accident. I say, “Is this about your ear?” 

He looks away once more and I know that it’s the truth. I start rubbing comforting shapes over the back of his hand, and I reach over to grab his other hand. I protested, “I don’t think you’ll ever stop being good-looking, not to me.” 

He scoffs, not believing my words. I could see his eyes begin to have a slight shine to them. I pout at his expression, and I drop his hand to reach over and cup his cheek. I turn his head towards me, and brush my thumb over his cheekbones. He let out a bitter chuckle before he smiled, sputtering, “I’m practically deformed.” 

I smile at him, and give him a look. I lean into him, smelling his familiar scent that I haven’t been able to smell in a while. The wood and biscuits engulf my senses. I kiss his lips, and his eyes flutter momentarily to a close. I let my lips linger near his before pulling away and watching his closed eyes as he sighs before looking back at me. I whisper, pulling his face to mine, “Even if you were a troll, I’d still love you George.” 

He gulps and checks my eyes for any glimmer of a lie. He leans into my hand, and pouts. He relaxes looking at my face before slowly turning his head to press a kiss to my inner palm. His lips linger and he cups my hand with both of his. He kisses it again before adding, “I don’t want you to not be attracted to me.” 

“You’re plenty attractive George with or without two ears.” I commented. He squeezes my hand, the warmth of his fingers spreading to mine, providing a comforting head during the dead of winter. I convince, “And I believe that there’s more to our relationship than just your looks, George. There’s your wit, and your kindness, and your humour- and I could go on for so long, so you’ll have to stop me, and your smile and laugh, your courage-” 

“I get it, I get it.” George chuckles, and pulls our intertwined hands back up to his lips to press a kiss on each of my knuckles, feeling his warm breath on my hand and the softness of his lips on each of my knuckles. He gazes at me sincerely and says, “Thank you.” 

“It’s only the truth.” I state, and he pulls me into a long and deep hug, resting his head into the crook of my shoulder, giving me kisses whenever he sees fit. My arms still reach after him when he pulls away to say, “I’d also still love you even if you were a troll.” 

“Thank you, that’s good to know.” I laugh, and I finally see that wonderful humorous grin of his. He stands up and encases my hand to pull me up beside him. He presses his lips to mine then suggests, “How about that nap?” 

a/n: I really wanted the gif to be the scene when Harry and Ginny are kissing and he goes "Good morningg", but alas I couldn't find one, so this will have to make do. Hope you liked this one.

[just-a-ghost00]

How can you improve ?

This PAC is meant to provide you with general advice to help you improve and move forward on your path. This is going to be a very simple reading, with only two cards for each group.

Group 1 - 8 of wands & Justice

You need to combine your creative power drive with careful execution. Your ideas and desires are worth exploring but you should proceed strategically. Act before any little hint of doubt can slither in your mind and stop you from moving forward. Don’t give yourself the time to hesitate but don’t be careless about it either. This is a difficult thing to do but if you manage to get into action at the precise point where you’ve thought about it enough without overthinking it, then you’ll be good to go. The second thing I am picking up on is communication. It is important that you clearly communicate your boundaries. Without exception. No matter who is standing in front of you. No matter how good they were to you. If someone crosses a boundary, it is mandatory that you call them out. No one gets a free pass, you deserve to be respected no matter what. You are no doormat, no punching ball nor a stress ball. You are a loveable human being and you should be treated as such.

Group 2 - 2 of cups, The Devil

Having the devil as an advice card feels a bit counter intuitive 😂 Combined with the 2 of cups, on top of that. To me, in this case, this represents sensuality and pleasure. Your key to improving is to allow yourself to indulge in whatever guilty pleasure you have. Want to eat that cupcake ? Go for it. Thinking about going on a vacation ? Fly as soon as you get the chance. You’ve been running in circles wondering if you should send that love confession? Don’t think twice. Allow yourself to be happy. Allow yourself to exist. You deserve to live. You deserve to take up space. You are allowed to laugh. You are allowed to have fun. You are allowed to love and be loved. It is not a sin to do what you like because you want it. It is not forbidden to let your guard down and just allow yourself to be. You are enough. Be in that receptive energy. Go with the flow and take things as they go, one step at a time. Slow down. Enjoy your life. Find your rhythm. Find your joy. Explore. Connect with people. Form partnerships. Do not deprive yourself of something out of guilt. You can never regret doing what you love.

Group 3 - 7 of wands, Hierophant

As the 7 of wands represents competition among other things and the Hierophant maturity, I feel like the first piece of advice is to be the bigger person. If anyone is coming at you with a bad vibe, do not even bother answering back. Don’t give them a taste of their own medicine, no matter how tempting that may sound. Believe me you won’t be feeling any better afterwards. The true victory lies in being able to tame your demons. The second piece of advice is to not give up on learning. If you’re a student, keep going and don’t give up on your education right now. If you wanted to learn a new skill but you feel like that would be too hard for you, don’t let that stop you. Keep pushing. Keep fighting for your goals and dreams. Seek for knowledge in everything and everyone. Take any opportunity presented to you as a lesson that will only make you wiser and richer. Don’t take things personally. See the bigger picture. Notice the patterns. Read between the lines. Don’t let yourself be fooled by appearances and look for the finer details. I’ll give you an example by using my own personal experience. My father was acting a bit oddly lately. He kept criticizing me every time I was doing something that I found enjoyable. At first, my reaction was to feel offended and it made me angry so I would be acting aloof as well. But then one morning I just sat for a minute or two after one more episode like this happened and I realized that the implicit message was that he was feeling sad and lonely, and the reason why he was acting that way was because he envied what I had and wanted to be a part of it. He envied the fact that despite not feeling very good myself, I was still able to do fun things and enjoy myself while he thought he couldn’t. Now if you look at that from an external point of view, you would say that had he allowed himself to do the same, he would have felt better. Which I would agree with. But being caught up in his mental fog, he didn’t realize that and instead thought that nagging at me would get me to pay him more attention when it generated the complete opposite.

[leaderwonim]

𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 — twelve: I’m sure lots of people would want to be friends with you

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors

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“So, what’s wrong?” Riki puts down his chopsticks, looking directly into your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffs. “I mean, you wouldn’t just drive me to eat noodles at 9pm at night.”

“I can’t drive you to eat for some sibling bonding time?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“You know that’s not it.”

You sigh. “Fine. Someone sent me a picture of Giselle with Heeseung.”

“Heeseung? You mean the guy you keep fawning over in your spam?”

“That’s Sunghoon.”

Riki throws his hands in the air exasperatedly. “I don’t keep up with these Korean dudes you like noona.”

“Noona?” Your eyes widen at that. “You’re already using Korean phrases?”

Your little brother smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck in an awkward manner. “Yeah, first day of school I made a friend who was also a foreigner. Her name’s Danielle.”

No fucking way.

“Danielle?” Your mouth runs dry, but you don’t want to ruin things for your brother. He’s made a new friend, and Danielle doesn’t seem half as bad as Hanni.

“Why? Is there a problem with her?”

You shake your head quickly. “No. As long as she’s nice to you then I’m happy for you.”

Riki nods, picking up his chopsticks to dig into his ramen bowl once again. “You need to take me out every weekend.”

“Who said?”

“Mom!”

The next day at school had Lee Heeseung dreading his entire life. Not only were things awkward ever since he told Hanni he’s loved her, but you were still ignoring him.

And as a cherry on top, he had quite literally had a meltdown in your best friend’s arms, who, despite reassuring him it wasn’t embarrassing, still made him feel like the biggest loser of them all.

“Hey guys,” Heeseung says, making his way over to Seojun.

The boy clears his throat awkwardly, looking at everywhere else but Heeseung.

“Hey Hee.” At least Danielle was kind enough to greet him. She was always like that, kind and bubbly. It’s a real shame Heeseung and her were under what felt like a dictator friendship.

“Hey man, we were talking last night and uh,” Seojun scratches his neck awkwardly. “We think it’s best if you take a break from our group, you know, for just a little while.”

Heeseung swears his heart just drops at that moment. All the way to the ground.

“What? Why?”

He notices how Hanni looks at her newly polished nails while Seojun and Danielle both have a slumped look on their faces.

“Well you’re kind of the most emotional person we’ve ever met.” Sunghoon says, and Heeseung has to stop himself from letting out a huge scoff because who the fuck does Park Sunghoon think he is?

Heeseung knew all of them first. Heeseung was friends with all of them first, and now Sunghoon was speaking for the rest of them and essentially kicking him out of his own group of friends?

“And no offense, but you’re really ruining the group dynamic.”

He was ruining the group dynamic? Him? After all he’s done to keep the friendship in tacked, after all he’s done to make sure his feelings for Hanni didn’t get in the way of his friendship with Sunghoon, after he let Hanni slam the dork in his face so she wouldn’t feel weird about his confession? He was the one that ruined the group dynamic?

“So you’re blowing me off just because of that?”

Seojun puts his hands on Heeseung’s shoulder, which should bring comfort, but it only feels like burns being printed on his skin. “Once you get over this sad emotional phase, I’m sure lots of people would want to be friends with you.”

Heeseung now scoffs, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the nonsense that he was hearing. “Fine. This is what you want, right? Hanni? Danielle?”

Danielle doesn’t say anything, she just frowns and looks away.

“It’s for the best.” Hanni says. “It’s not like it’s permanent Hee.”

“Don’t call me that.” Heeseung turns around, practically radiating anger as he walks away from the group.

He doesn’t look where he’s going, too blinded by the hurt he felt at his own friends’ words.

Suddenly hit by another body, Heeseung falls backwards, slamming into the floor.

“Oh my God—I am so sorry,” he mutters out, grabbing the textbook of the person he bumped into on the floor.

“It’s okay really,”

He knows that voice. He fucking knows it.

“Y/N?”

You cringe at the realization that you’ve just bumped into Lee Heeseung, and almost as if he knows you’re going to try to leave him, he holds onto your wrist.

“Please, let me talk to you.”

“I’m busy.” You say, eyes scanning the room for your friends. “Heeseung, let go.”

“No, please. Just let me talk to you for 5 minutes, I’ll leave you alone forever after that if that’s what you want.”

You sigh, watching his defeated eyes bore into yours. No matter how much it hurt that night at the Gala when you saw Heeseung leave with Hanni, you still have feelings for him buried underneath you.

“Okay.” You say, and that’s enough to make Heeseung’s heartbroken face turn into a smiling one.

“Thank you Y/N, thank you.”

And who knows, maybe this would be the biggest mistake of your life, but whatever happens, happens.

AUTHOR’s NOTE: oh!!! it just gets worse and worse for heeseung 😭😭

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[dekusleftsock]

Me personally, I’m a very big fan of how Horikoshi handled his themes around forgiveness. I love that he really hammers in that forgiveness is a choice that someone can or cannot make, and that neither of those decisions are necessarily “wrong” or “harmful”, that they’re just that. Choices.

And I realized just how much I enjoyed how he handles this because of these leaks. Like him choosing to never forgive Shigaraki for what he’s done, yet wanting to end the suffering as much as possible I feel really speaks to an experience I could never put into words. It’s so viscerally human to be angry, happy, sad; it’s human to forgive, it’s human to not. It’s human to empathize with someone you fundamentally feel shouldn’t be empathized for, and yet it is the single most prominent structure of ancient human societies. We live to empathize, it’s why we have a dog in our house, or we help heal a stranger back to health; and I don’t necessarily think is what “makes us human” bc I feel that excludes people who don’t (because they do exist and nothing is wrong with them for not doing so), but I think it does speak to a very common feeling. It’s normal to want revenge, or to be angry, or to not forgive, but it’s also perfectly normal to want to end the suffering from its source.

That’s also a prominent feature of the Todoroki family, and it’s also what made me so angry about the interpretations surrounding it. There’s nothing wrong with Fuyumi or Natsuo to respond differently to their shared father’s abuse, they’re normal and expected ways to handle one’s inner turmoil. There is healing in forgiving someone, that’s a perfectly truthful idea. But what’s also a way to heal is to simply not let someone matter in your life, you can simultaneously be angry for what they’ve done…and be perfectly fulfilled/healed.

Horikoshi isn’t telling you to forgive bad people, he’s telling you that there’s a reason behind every bad action, that empathy and shared humanity is the single most integral part to a healthy society.

And I love this EVEN MORE because Midoriya Izuku: Rising isn’t even about Izuku, it’s about how everyone else has brought him here, now. That we are one people, one society—Izuku may be the driving horse but he stands as a symbol of our shared humanity in this moment.

I wish I could find the officials rn but I’m gonna have to interpret this given what it is.

Ochako’s choice to “not wipe your slate clean” almost feels less like a “I can’t forgive you” and more like a “society won’t forgive you” statement.

Where Izuku’s or Natsuo’s choice to not forgive someone who has hurt them was a personal decision, this was more of a decision to empathize with Himiko, maybe even forgive her. I can’t help but notice that this was much more of a confession/declaration of affection for someone who has done bad things, than it was about forgiveness and mistakes.

It almost feels more like the bkdk apology if I’m honest. Both of which never have a “I won’t ever forgive you for this” statement, more like they avoid it in its entirety. Same with Rei and Endeavors conversations.

Because it is the victims choice to forgive or not forgive someone. They have as much a right to do so as anyone else.

I guess that’s why I always hated the whole “Izuku shouldn’t forgive Katsuki” take, it’s a very literal commentary on the very thing Horikoshi has written is wrong. It’s wrong to try to tell someone how they should or shouldn’t have reacted to something, you are taking away their integrity. To a certain extent you are infantilizing their ability to make choices for themself.

So it’s for this reason that my love for this series shoots to the sky at this “I won’t forgive you” moment. It’s like Izukus guilt has been lifted, that he has allowed himself to be angry or bitter at someone for wronging him or someone he loves. The mask has fallen, this is it; Izuku and Tenko, and he is being honest of his feelings.

That’s what I love most—the honesty, the anger, the relief, the love, and that these are his choices. No one can take that away from him. Not you, not I, not us.

[pablitogavii]

Hey i really appreciate and love your writing 💕 it's so realistic an your hurt/comfort and fluff stories always turn my day better and it's all just so adorable. Thank you for your writing

Can I please request a gavi x reader fluff where she is a talkative person (which Pablo thinks is just adorable and loves her) but her "friends" always tease her about it and never let her finish and make her third wheel with them. One day, Pablo comes back from training and finds her sad and quiet and asks her what's up and she asks him whether he thinks that she's annoying which he absolutely denies and asks her why she would say that and she finally confesses about her toxic friends and he comforts her. Thank you once again and love you ❤️

I relate so much to this!! I can talk so much about stuff I am passionate about that I fear others would be annoyed with me :((

Chatty

"And I visited this museum when I traveled to Paris with Pablo and the art there is just beyond this world..like the expression and the way the colors match on top of the oily portraits..so breathtaking" you were showing photos to your friends from your recent travels really feeling passionate about art but none of them seemed to care.

"Yeah..yeah..we get it! Your boyfriend is rich and is paying for your travels to see some old paintings" one of them said rolling her eyes and soon afterwards everyone else joined.

"I mean who even cares about some old paintings that all look the same anyways!?" she added and you gulped turning of your phone feeling sad that they spoke like that about something you cared so much about.

"And you've been talking about it for the past hour! Can't you just shut up already!" and with that you grabbed your bag and walked out of the cafe catching a taxi that drove you back home.

Pablo was in training and you just curled up on the couch turning on some TV but weren't really paying attention to what's on the screen. You started to wonder if Pablo thought the same as your friend..were you talking too much? Were you annoying him too?

When he came home, he found you on that same couch just starting in one spot with a frown on your face and he sat besides you immediately asking what is wrong.

"Nada.." you said and the fact that you were not using many words like always to explain details made him curious as to who got you this sad. He was even a little angry that someone would hurt his precious girl like this.

"I know you better than that preciosa..you can tell your Pablito everything, alright?" he took your hand and you sighed looking into those kind brown eyes giving him a weak smile. He was so gentle with you that it warmed your heart.

"Maybe that's the problem.." you say and now he furrowed his eyebrows in complete confusion as to what you mean with that.

"Am I talking too much Pablo?? Am I annoying you??" you ask and Pablo was taken back staying silent for a moment wondering why would you ever think something like that.

"You're not saying no...I knew it!" you said about to move away but he pulls you back holding your face and making you look at him.

"I couldn't believe you asked me something like that princesa..that's why I was quiet..I love hearing you talk..especially about art because your eyes sparkle and you get all excited..and then you smile which drives me loco" Pablo said and a tear escaped your lip and he dried it pulling you closer and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Who told you that you talking is annoying princesa?? Huh?" Pablo said after pulling away and you sighed telling him what happened with your "friends" this morning.

"They are cabrónes princesa! Jealous and simple minded. Taking you to that museum and seeing that bright smile was enough for me to fall in love with art the same way I fell for you..you made me want to like it" he said moving a strand on your hair behind your ear and you smiled remembering how fun it was when you explained history of each painting to Pablo who listened intensively.

"I love you so much Pablito.." you moved closer sniffing a little and resting your head onto his shoulder as he smiled kissing the top of your head pulling you even closer and you cuddled on the couch together.

"Can you tell me that story about the painting we saw in Paris again..the love story?" Pablo asked and you blushed nodding your head and starting to tell him the supposed love story between the artist and model who was on the painting you saw and Pablo liked the most.

"And she loved him because he would talk to her while painting..he didn't only care about her looks" you finished blushing when you realized why Pablo asked you to tell this story again.

"Precioso amor.." you say and he chuckled nodding his head and leaning in to kiss you lovingly while nodding his head.

[eagleeyecherrypie]

Dickkory fans were robbed and malnourished: a rant

Being a fan of Richonne and watching how The Ones Who Live played out really makes me see how absolutely starved we were as Dickkory fans. I finished TOWL with mixed emotions. On the one hand I was over the moon with happiness. On the other, I was sad and jealous…of myself. What I mean is, the part of me that is a Dickkory fan was savagely jealous of the Richonne fan in me. One was over here fat and happy while the other was counting her ribs again. Both shows had the same potential with the chemistry between their two leads being off the charts. TOWL showed us what could have been while Titans left me wanting and there is no excuse for it.

Exhibit A:

I’ve lost count of how many times Rick declared his undying love for Michonne both in actions AND (very importantly) in words. I mean, I’m so full I’m about to pop.

It literally got to a point like “Dude we get it. She’s the air you breathe and you can’t imagine your life without her. Okay, okay.”

We. Were. FED!!

Exhibit B (or as a lesser man might say, Number 2):

Meanwhile Dickkory fans (me included) are/were over here living off crumbs and trying to find meaning in anything and everything. We all became experts in body language and read into everything we could just to add substance to their story:

“See, every time she touches him he short circuits. Dude is down bad”

Or “When he paused and sighed while mentioning her boyfriend that one time, that means he’s so in love with her that it pains him to imagine her with someone else”

Even the actual “love confession” was weak in my opinion. Far too passive.

I know Titans was not a love story but the man couldn’t have just said the words one time? Or at least used his actual words to discuss how he felt about seeing their baby from the future.

Don’t get me wrong, we got the occasional full bites instead of crumbs, but I would argue that this made the situation even worse. They got our hopes up. We got a glimpse of what could have been.

The show should have just kept all of that instead of teasing us with a love story so RICH with potential only to let us down again and again. They basically either completely ignored it or just keep dangling it in our faces until the final credits rolled. Not to mention the absolute travesty of the wasted chemistry between two actors. Brenton and Anna did the best they could with what they were given. I believe the few crumbs we got were mostly coming from them trying to drive the story along. We all loved the build up in season 1 (the GOAT) but they (the writers) completely lost momentum.

I could even forgive some of this if they just ran out of time to tell the story (again, I get it, Titans wasn’t a love story), but the truth is that they wasted so much time on unnecessary and frankly boring storylines:

🥱

🙄Why? What were the writers actually trying to accomplish here? Who or what was holding them back from greatness?

In conclusion:

Fan fiction is the only thing that got me through with Titans. (Shout out to the ones who held it down with those BTW. I’ve pretty much read them all.) Meanwhile, I personally haven’t read even one story about Rick and Michonne because there is zero need. I left fully satisfied with zero notes. Their story is complete.

Le sigh 😔

[v4mp-reads]

can you please do an story (fluff only) with Damian Priest X Fem Reader (both have an crush on each other rhea is the only one who knows but don't tell them about the shared feelings), where Reader is an childhood friend of Rhea and also an Wrestler in WWE, Rhea notice that Reader is admiring Damian all the time and Rhea planes to go out with All of the Judgment Day and reader to celebrate Judgment Days first Anniversary in a local bar/club and reader and Damian gets all flirty and touchy all night an later ending up confessing and share an long kiss where they get caught by rhea and the rest by rhea saying "took you idiots long enough to be on that point"

Entwined hearts

Not my gif^

Damian priest x fem! Reader fluff (a little sad but not much)

Warnings: mention of alcohol,other than that bad spelling and grammar(im dyslexic)

Word count: 1.8k

Ty for the request!

Please if you like this feel free to send another

Y/ns pov

I look around the quite locker room waiting on judgment day to finish their promo, my heart beat picks up when none other than damian priest starts talking. I met him about six months ago when Rhea invited me to one of her partys, as i stayed close to her, cause i didnt know many people as i was a beginning wrestler he walked up to us and began talking to me. He was really sweet to me, staying with me when rhea walked off to another group of people, we stayed the whole night talking to each other. About how hes Secretly a cat person, how hes not a big fan of Rheas partys, however talking with me was one of the best experience hes had at one of said partys. After that we stayed in touch. From hanging out at the gym to going out to dinner with the rest of the judgment day, as the time we spent together grows so did my feelings for him, after I lost my match last week I was clearly upset and angry and he sat with me comforting me instead of going out to get drinks with the rest of the judgment day. And of course I had to tell Rhea about this, how could I not she’s been my best friend since we started school. She walked back into the locker room “Rhea he looked so good out there!” I basically yelled out. “Y/n, you need to tell him. This little crush of yours is getting out of hand, you gush over him every time you see him you be drooling over him.” She said. I knew she was right I was obsessed with him not in a bad why, I think. “Why would he like me tho Rhea, he has other girls falling on their knees for him” I tried to get her to understand why I haven’t said anything “if you only knew” Rhea mumbled out. I didn’t hear all of what she said. “What do you say?” I asked, “nothing nothing, you want to get drinks with me and the boys tonight maybe you could get some alone time with Señor money in the bank.” She joked causing me to blush. “Yeah I’ll go what time?” I asked “after the show, we are about to head out so we have time to get ready I know you drove yourself. So maybe just maybe someone will ride with you?” She said. “I hate you..” just as I said that the rest of the judgment day walked in. “What you two in here talking bout?” Finn said falling on the couch. “Just how y/n didn’t want to drive herself back to the hotel, and I know we came together so I was wondering if someon-” she was cut off by Damian “I’ll do it!..I mean I don’t mind if you don’t mind y/n” he said the last part kinda embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d like that..I need to shower. So we should probably go..” I said trying to hide the child like smile on my face. “Yeah let me just grab a change of clothes, you mind if I shower in your room, our room are like 7 floors apart and the elevator is broken” he said laughing at the end “I don’t mind” I said walking out the locker room shooting rhea a almost scared look

We make our way to my car he asked for my keys, that I gladly hand to him as I’m not to fond of driving. He walked a bit in front of me and opened the passenger door for me “here you go y/n” I blush a bit, no one has ever opened the door for me “thank you Damien” I smiled as he closed the door getting into the driver side. I smile softly as we make our way to the arena, and to the hotel “I’m glad you are coming for drinks tonight y/n” he smiled glancing at me, “me to, I probably won’t drink tonight, tho” I told him “why not y/n- don’t be like that?” I shook my head “I might” he smiled as we drove back to the hotel. It was mostly silent, a pleasant silence.

When we got back to the hotel we hurried upstairs “I get the shower first!” I yelled as we made our way up, pushing Damien out my way softly “y/n!” He picked me up, putting me behind him so that now he was in front of me. He got to the room before me even though he still had to wait because I had the room key. “Ha I got the key I’ll still get in first” we walked in and I walked over to my stuff grabbing my stuff to shower. “I’ll be quick I promise” I told him running to the shower “alright” he sat on the couch as I walked into the bathroom. I quickly undressed and got in the shower. I washed my hair then my body, then taking a quick moment to wash off the stress from the day behind me. I wrapped the towel around me and walked out the bathroom. “Hurry hurry” I told him. He looked at me and blushed. “Oh..okay yeah.” He rushed into the bathroom to shower

As he got out the shower I finally finished getting dressed. I put on a black bralette with a mesh shirt over, with a black pencil skirt some tights and combat boots. I look around the room not being able to find my jacket. “Damnit” I continue to look around the room under the bed in random drawers. “Y/n, doll? What are you looking for” he said as he come out the bathroom. “I can’t find my jacket. I need it to look good” I flopped on the bed “y/n you don’t need a jacket to look good, but you can wear mine” I look at him a soft smile on my face “are you sure?” I asked softly “of course doll.” The way he spoke to me made me think he feels the same way. But i don’t know. I just grabbed the jacket he gave me and put it on fixing up my hair a makeup. “You ready to go?” I asked as I watched him finish putting his hair. “Mhmm I’m ready, you want me to drive?” He asked. “Please, not really in the mood for driving tonight” I said softly. “ gotcha” he grabbed the keys and we made our way to the bar.

As we got to the bar, we walked in together tho I walked off to find Rhea, of course she was in the at the bar with dom, I get over to her, she smiled at me “the normal?” The bartender said softly, and we were here a lot “yes please” I say softly handing him a 5 for the drink, I didn’t want to start a tab tonight. “Here you go,” he handed me my drink and I walked off to go find Damian, but he was sitting at a table with another girl..one I’ve seen before but I couldn’t put my name on it she had her hand tracing his arm tattoos. Watching this broke my heart. My eyes instantly teared up as I went back to the bar to get me something stronger. After about 3 more drinks, it really set in, my mind was racing, I have always been light weight when it came to drinking. So I decided to go sit in the corner. Jd came and sat beside of me, he didn’t really talk much he was to much into watching his girlfriend dance a few feet away from us. I sat with my head against the wall looking around. My eye land on the one person I didn’t want them to at the time. Damien. He looked at me with almost relief before walking over and pushing jd out of the way.

“Y/n, there you are, I’ve been looking for you for a minute now, are you okay?.” He looked concerned. At that moment I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh in his face or cry..I just wanted it all to be over, my emotions completely taken over by the alcohol, tears threaten to spill from my eyes. “Y/n, hey talk to me..why are you crying?” He brought his hand up to my face softly caressing my cheek, I looked at him before pulling my face away from his hand. “Is this a game..some shitty game..” I mumbled out. “What do you mean a game?” He said softly not trying to upset me even more “you..me..I don’t get it..you basically flirt with me all day, all day, I let you drive me here, and what do you do on the way here flirt with me more, but what..now that we are here you are with some other girl, letting her touch you and shit!” I was crying at this point trying not to make eye contact with him, I look up to see tears forming in his eyes “y/n please don’t cry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like this, I only started talking to her to get my mind off you, but I couldn’t, all I could think about was I wish this girl would shut up, because you,you are stuck in my head and I can’t get you out” I look at him, my tears of pain slowly shifting to tears of happiness. “I think of you..every single night y/n, I think about you when I win my matches” he softly grabs my hands “I look forward to any chance of being with you..y/n I’m in love with you” he said softly, “I have been since that day at Rheas party” I could only look at him, I was stunned. I was so happy, my actions spoke before my mind could think and I pulled him into a hug “I love you too Damian, since the day we met” I clung on to him like my life depended on it, in that moment it felt like it was only us, I would never expected to be confessed to, in the back corner of some random bar, but honestly I could not wish for anything better. He pulled away after a few minutes, our eyes meeting “y/n l/n, for six months you have been the best person in my life, I want that forever, will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked “yes yess yes, a million times yes” before I could think about anything else I kissed him, it felt like fireworks where going off around us.

“It’s about damn time..” I look up to see Rhea standing in front of us “you knew this whole time” both me and Damian said at the same time, “of course I did” she said before walking off. Both of us laughed before sharing another kiss.

Thank you for reading,

Xoxo v4mp-

[wannabepapa]

I see you’ve been reboggling a lot of old asks from me which has also gotten my brain juice flowin like

Lately I’ve been thinking about roommates who bond over a pregnancy. A one night stand or a surrogacy, doesn’t really matter, all we care about are the roomies who are now stuck in this fun situation of finding a new groove. Bonus points if the pregnant one gets big and uncomfy quick, leading to far far more late night rendezvouses.

The way I picture it, it starts with your typical incredibly awkward “I gotta come clean about something” scenario, with roomie B expecting a broken appliance or a forgetting power bill, but certainly not a pregnancy! Then as roomie A grows, they get needy, which sends roomie B into overdrive. Late night pizza runs become a regular occurrence, waking up way too early to hold their roommates hair, sitting up at night cause roomie A thinks they felt a kick and wants witnesses.

Then break happens, they go home, and when roomie A comes back they’re HUGE, which changes everything. Suddenly they need so much more to be comfy, and roomie B begins to realize just how much they like being there for their pal. They spend all afternoon at school just to come home and both collapse into the same twin bed, using the other bedroom as storage because who needs it? Sharing is caring after all. Roomie B is there to hold roomie A when they’re sobbing at a ghibli film or some advertisement about sad animals, they’re there to help with anything academic or physical, they’re driving their expectant buddy to and from appointments now that they’ve outgrown the drivers seat.

Bajshxjhshxhs it is 5 am and this ask is ridiculously long winded but I am tired and sappy and obsessed with this idea and thought you’d like it okie bye

uh hello???????? you have left this beauty of an ask in my inbox?????? Marin i am kissing your forehead right now.

roommate B has had nothing but terrible experiences with past roommates so when A comes to confess something they brace themselves for a problem. it's expected, especially when A looks anxious and worried before spilling the secret. the last thing that B would have ever expected was to be living with someone who was going to have a baby. they don't hate babies but they never hung out with people who had children of their own. it was going to be a learning curve to say the least.

the roommates were never close in the beginning, keeping to themselves as they had only recently roomed together but now they find themselves in each other's space. A has asked for help in the morning because the nausea makes it tough to function early in the morning so B is on kitchen duty. B tends to do a lot of the clean up now to give their roomie a break in the first trimester. it's only fair that someone does the bulk of the housework when A is creating a whole person over the course of nine months!

B is also in this weird "I'm not the parent of this child but I feel responsible for A and this child" state of mind that is confusing to them. they don't know why their brain has latched onto being the caretaker for a pregnant person but whatever A asks for, they get. A is feeling cold and wants to borrow a blanket? it's put in the dryer so it's extra warm. it's two am and they have an intense craving for pizza, but only the pizza at this shop that is an hour away? yeah just let B get dressed and get coffee in them before they take the drive. they don't want to be sitting alone at their doctor's appointment and want moral support? of course B will be driving them to and from every appointment now so they don't have to be alone. A meekly knocks on the bedroom door and says the baby needs a cuddle? get in under the covers and pick a movie! it's this perfectly platonic relationship that both just don't acknowledge but now all of their family and friends wonder if they're dating.

when they have to go home for their respective holidays there are definitely tears shed by A. it's seventy-five percent hormones and twenty-five percent not wanting to be away from B for weeks on end. they're ending their second trimester right now and terribly needy. the roomies have forgone sticking to each other's rooms to alternating every few days—it's become their routine. A also worries that something catastrophic will happen and B will force them to move out which B shuts down immediately. they're stuck with each other now whether they liked it or not. this comfortable thing the roomies have with each other is too precious to B for it to ever cross their mind to end it. A has become more than a friend, they've become a companion that has made their days more exciting ever since they got close. it isn't long after A is dropped off at the airport (with more tears shed) and B not even out of the parking structure that a text is sent that reads "we already miss you :c"

they talk every day of the break. A leaves no details of the crazy antics sprinkle (the baby has a thing for funfetti cake and B said they were probably a sprinkle now so it stuck) has been up to and complaining how cold it was where their family lives. they've sent many a selfie where they were hidden under piles of blankets or bundled up in multiple layers of warm clothes with a pouty lip and silly quip about how nobody does the dryer trick here like B does. it's too cute for B to handle. the weeks drag on for eternity to their dismay, their mind straying to how their gravid friend was doing.

to make matters worse A was stuck for an extra week due to a surprise blizzard that grounded all planes going in and out of the state. that was nearly a month apart and it drove B mad. too much time has been spent away from A and there was going to be hell to pay if this new flight would be canceled. if they were stuck any longer with their parents A wouldn't be cleared to fly, leaving them with no other choice but driving hours back down. B would have gone up there themselves to bring A back if it was necessary but to their happiness there were no cancelations and A was in route back home. B couldn't pick them up—work had switched schedules without asking—so they sent a friend to go to the airport for pick up. luckily A would already be home by the time B was off work so they wouldn't be alone in the house for long.

B never considered how fast someone grew in their final months of pregnancy. A's clothes still hide the bump before they left. now, walking into the apartment, B could do nothing except stare at their roommate. A hadn't grown, but popped in the last month since they were apart! there was an undeniable swell that tented A's shirt, their stance wider as they waddled to the door to greet B with a watery grin. the bump is pressed between them which makes it impossible to really hug while making it hard for B to not plaster their hands on the belly. the baby takes the opportune moment to shift between them as they were clearly unhappy about being squished. A chuckles at the movement but B is completely losing it.

after that they don't really stay apart for long. they're very, very close to one another at every second of the day just to revel in the fact that the baby will be born soon. A likes to complain about the pains from the movements of the nugget but they will actually miss it. B, however, has made it loud and clear how they'll miss being able to cuddle up with the belly and feel the nugget move. though both are equally excited to meet the little kicker that they've been waiting nearly ten months to hold.

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday, Veronika Grebenshchikova!

I have a confession to make. Despite my account being themed after Min and having made several posts analyzing her... I may like Veronika just as much, if not more than Min. Ever since her introduction, this Horror Fanatic has brought a smile to my face every time she comes on screen. Literally. Whenever I see her, my face immediately splits into the dumbest grin, I just adore her far too much. There's a lot we still haven't seen about her, but in honor of her birthday, I shall give a few of the reasons I love this freak to the death, and make a sort of birthday playlist as a gift.

+The main motivation for everything she does is boredom, as stated in her conversation with Teruko on Ch 2 Ep 7. Her profile states she took on her talent to seek thrills.

+This obsession with entertainment twists her personality quite a bit. “I don't care about morals. I don’t care whether people get hurt or whether they die. I just need to be entertained”. She’s honestly such a queen.

+Her twisted morals lead to her hanging out with people based on how entertaining they are instead of, like, normal standards for hanging out with people. Arturo is example number one.

"If you become more and more irredeemable, then I'll only love you more. I want to hear all about those horrible things you did with no justification".

She would be a standard Danganronpa fan, is what I get from this line.

+She has claimed she “used to be an outdoors person”, but apparently isn’t anymore. Whether she simply got bored of the outdoors, or there was something more traumatic at play, is still unclear.

+Her profile states she likes skateboarding. I adore this fact. Why there aren’t piles of fanart where she’s skateboarding, I don’t know. Get on it, people! /j. Unless?

(Also, I like to headcanon that she used to skateboard with Whit in their time at Hope’s Peak, but she was actually really bad at it. She constantly fell on her face, but always got back up laughing her ass off)

+The upper part of her dress is black and white, colors associated with the Tragedy and horror in the DRDT universe. This is stated by Veronika herself in Ch 2 Ep 2. However, this color scheme also kickstarts what I like to call:

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Mastermind Bingo! Ft Veronika

>She wears black and white, like Monokuma and MonoTV.

>She gets bored easily, and it drives her actions, like Junko and especially Izuru.

>She constantly psychoanalizes people, again like Junko.

>She has childish tendencies (read: likes the playground), which can be connected back to the Warriors of Hope and Monaca.

>"If I wore contacts, a wig, and different clothes, would you recognize me?"

So, thinking a bit like Tsumugi there.

>"That's why I liked horror for such a long time. The genre seeks to elicit base, negative emotions out of you, like fear, disgust, or sadness... That's exciting"

She is one step removed from outright claiming she likes despair! What is this?!

Also, liked, horror? As in, past tense? Is that implying she doesn't feel satisfied with horror anymore?

>"But after a while, fiction is only fiction..."

You look me in the eyes and tell me that's not something Tsumugi would say. She has aspects of every main-line mastermind! I wouldn't be surprised if she starts taking notes from other fangans, I'm half expecting her to start talking about "the resurrection of Divine Luck" or something.

>And that's not even mentioning things like her quote for Mai; "A girl who didn't foresee the consequences". Right, because Veronika would be the one to get the most ominous quote after MonoTV's "It's all your fault".

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To be clear, I don’t actually think Veronika’s the mastermind. I just find it funny how incredibly suspicious she is, to the point of not being suspicious in the slightest.

+CW for self-harm for this one. It is heavily theorized her secret is "You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun". After all, she is one of the only remaining characters who covers her wrists and most of her body, and doing something like that "for fun"... sort of only fits Veronika, as far as we know.

+Her secret quote is: "Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people." Whether she's talking about herself or someone else is unclear.

+The recent Q&A confirmed the following:

•Veronika is pansexual! Congrats on getting her, pansexual community! A true win for you.

•The earing she wears (a small green triangle) was given to her by her “dearest friend”. This friend's name is apparently Alyssa Belyaeva, taking the dubious honor of having a weirder last name than even Grebenshchikova.

•Her favorite color is white with other colors, since it makes the others stand out more, and her least favorite is white by itself, since it’s “soulless”. That’s… huh. Is that meant to mean anything? Could it be she sees herself as the color white; uninteresting and boring on her own, but helps other people seem more interesting by association? Am I reading too much into this? Probably, but that’s sort of my shtick at this point.

•Her favorite ice cream flavor is funfetti. Based.

•She smells strongly like women’s perfume. I guess, why not, right? Notably, Hu smells like women’s perfume as well, but it’s apparently fainter. Doubt it means anything, but it’s there.

+Veronika can do no wrong. This is an objective truth. Slay queen (but, wait to like, chapter five. I really, really hope you don’t die at three).

And finally, like I did with Min, here's a few songs which remind me of Veronika! And as you're gonna see, my music taste sort of really aligns with the kind of songs one would assign Veronika.

CW, some of these can include topics like murder and extremely disturbing imagery.

-The Chattering Lack of Common Sense, by Ghost & Pals

-End World Normophaty, by Ghost & Pals

-Hide And Seek (English cover by Lizz Robinet), original by Ho-Ong-i

-Corrosion, by Riproducer / RIP

-Chronic Wasting Disease, by Riproducer / RIP

-The Spider and the Kitsune-Like Lion, by MASA Works (CW for this one in particular, it's really fucked up. Cannibalism, torture, necrophilia, etc)

-Hi-fi Evolution Theory, by Keu Studio (probably her character playlist song)

-What Gave it Away, by Riproducer / RIP

-Matryoshka, by Hachi

-Honey I'm Home, by Ghost & Pals

-Entomologists, by Ghost & Pals

-The Experiment, by Steampianist

-The Boy who Went to Hell, by SHUDDER

-Secrets of Wysteria, by Steampianist (CW, this one is based on real events of violent crimes)

-The Dismemberment Song, by Blue Kid

-Mad Hatter, by Melanie Martinez

-Uncanny, by Ghost & Pals

-God-ish, by PinocchioP

-I Can't Fix You, by The Living Tombstone (Veronika loves FNAF, you can’t convince me otherwise)

-Always Wanted, by MiatriSs - SayMaxWell

-The Red Means I Love You, by Madds Buckley

-Already Dead, by KittenSneeze

Alright, I'll stop there. With the final song:

-Happy Birthday! (but, like, a creepy cover or something)

[lumiereandcogsworth]

ohhhh I’d love to hear your unpopular opinions about batb 👀

okay i mean it probably isn’t a secret at this point but i still feel like i’ll get assassinated for saying it outright. but: i think beauty and the beast 2017 is better than beauty and the beast 1991.

and i can throw a thousand caveats on it like i still love batb 1991!!!!! i grew up with it and it’s so good!!! it’s so lovely and amazing and one of the disney greats!!!!! and i would not be lying!!! it’s a WORK OF ART! and because of all that, i think it is an excellent foundation that batb 2017 was built upon and expanded upon which allowed it to flourish Even More than batb 1991.

allow me to elaborate further.

i think that where batb 1991 focuses much more on the story itself, leaving adam and belle a bit more secondary, batb 2017 focuses everything on adam and belle and lets them tell the story themselves. to me, it’s a difference between story drive and character drive, and i just personally enjoy batb 2017 diving so much deeper into adam and belle!!! their personalities and interests and sadness and backstories! they seem so much more real to me, so much more human.

i love the things that were altered. i love how when belle asks him to come into the light, he doesn’t. she has to force the light into his face to see what he is. i love that he was so much more unbelievably stubborn that he didn’t even care who stayed as his prisoner, as long as someone paid for trespassing and theft and overall just ruining his day. i love that the library wasn’t a gift of gratitude, but rather a gift only given when he saw her reaction to it. 2017 adam is so much more stubborn and self-absorbed and self-loathing that this beautiful woman being a chance at breaking the curse just does not cross his mind at first. and i love that. he was so completely hopeless that belle’s presence was nothing more than an inconvenience.

until there’s a spark of shared interest. until there’s a connection of mind and spirit. until they discover that maybe they’re not so different from each other after all!

i just absolutely love the fact that the library comes up because he wants to prove to her how much better his literary taste is than hers. he’s such an arrogant prick that even this amazing library has to be coated in his vanity. it only starts to shatter when he sees her reaction. he sees the truly innocent wonder on her face and for a moment the masks come off for both of them. she’s touched his library, she’s brought the daylight into it. he’s almost speechless because of it! she tells him it’s wonderful and all he can say is “yes… i suppose it is.” followed by giving it to her. hey, maybe this “common thief’s daughter” isn’t so bad after all.

i love how batb 1991 does everything too, but all of it happens just a bit too quickly for me. he changes too quickly, they fall in love too quickly, everything just happens really fast and i feel like i never have time to settle into their friendship or romance. i just kind of have to follow the story and accept that they are in love! which isn’t a terrible thing at all. i grew up loving it and never wanting more. but after seeing batb 2017, i do absolutely love that it got to use more time to really highlight their friendship; to really make me believe that these two are friends who are also very much falling for one another.

that’s why i love the colonnade scene so much, where they’re just talking and joking and confessing to one another. no montage, no song, they’re just hanging out and smiling like idiots the entire time. and that leads to the paris scene which is such a sweet and amazing moment!! they get to run away, just for a minute!! and adam gets to be there for belle for an extremely personal moment, and she’s comforted by that. batb 2017 just provides so many extra little details and scenes to really show the kind of relationship they form, and i guess, for my brain, i needed that to really believe in their love. i’ve never liked romance stories that happen too quickly. i have nothing against them, they just never really have been able to convince me that the pair is truly in love, and not just for romance’s sake. i need them to be besties first🥺 and batb 2017 just does such a lovely little job of making me believe that adam and belle have a love that goes as deep as friendship.

so, yeah. i know live action remakes have a bad reputation, and rightly so!! i understand!!! honestly before i saw batb 2017, i was entirely on that train. i thought live actions were pointless. but then i saw this one and i didn’t expect to fall in love okay!!! it just happened!!! i don’t treat all live actions the same, because i think some Are more unnecessary than others. but batb 2017 did such a fantastic job in holding true to the same story while building upon it and making it even more amazing and beautiful than it already was. and i KNOW not everyone agrees with me, but that’s the unpopular opinion for ya!!

[laceswan]

Headcannons for Tenya Iida x new money!ballerina!reader

(As someone who comes from new money)

Meeting and Confession

⁃ They met at a nutcracker show. Tenya was there with his family, but he stayed behind to meet the dewdrop that caught his eye. They exchanged numbers that day, and became friends.

⁃ Fun fact, Tenya saved her in his phone as Dewdrop, and it ends up being her nickname.

⁃ Both of them have very busy schedules, so in-person meetings are infrequent.

⁃ The feelings became apparent when there was a villain attack across the street from her company building. She was in rehearsal, which paused to watch through the window. She saw his costume zipping around and helping people, and then he disappeared inside the building.

⁃ She didn’t see him again before the smoke started digging up her field of vision. The villains had presumably started a fire, and as a precaution in the case of it spreading, rehearsal was cancelled and firefighters were called.

⁃ Most of the dancers went home, assured that the heroes would take care of it, and the company wouldn’t be in any danger. And that was what happened.

⁃ But (Y/n) stayed behind. There was a group of civilians gathering behind the barracks to watch, most of them watching to see if their loved ones survived, and she joined them.

⁃ The sun had set, but the fire kept everything just as bright.

⁃ Eventually, the smoke began to clear a bit, and she saw a familiar costume make its way through the smog.

⁃ People cheered, asked for autographs, journalists asked questions and pointed their cameras, but (Y/n) stood behind, waiting for the action to die down.

⁃ Once it did, and Tenya was clearly fatigued, she called out “Ingenium?”

⁃ He turned around, with a sudden change in demeanor, back to the heroic persona he embraced for interviews. That is, until her saw her.

⁃ “(Y/n)… why are you here?”

⁃ “I dance across the street.”

⁃ “A-are you hurt? You should be seeing a doctor, or going home if it’s not bad-“

⁃ She placed her hands on his arms, needing to stretch them out rather far, and in all honesty, he probably couldn’t feel it through his armor.

⁃ “Tenya. I’m fine. I’m came here to see if you were alright. Are you hurt?”

⁃ “Only a little. I’ll patch myself up when I get home.”

⁃ She shook her head a little and pulled on his gloved hands, leading him away from the crime scene that was not being cleaned up.

⁃ “Do you need to go back to the agency? Where do you keep your costume when you don’t wear it?”

⁃ “The agency. Why? Where are you leading me?”

⁃ “My car. You said you’d patch yourself up. That’s not happening. I’ll drive us to the agency, and then I’ll patch you up. Patching yourself up all alone is just so sad.”

⁃ He was too tired to refuse.

⁃ The car ride was silent. They got the agency, he took off his costume, and in his office, she found his first aid kit and began to clean and bandage his wounds. They said nothing.

⁃ The whole time, both of them were immersed in deep thought. Coincidentally, drawing the same conclusions.

⁃ As she finished the final wound, (Y/n) finally broke the everlasting silence.

⁃ “Tenya, I’ve been thinking.”

⁃ He turned his head to look at her.

⁃ “Hmm?”

⁃ “I was so worried when you disappeared into the building and didn’t come out. I didn’t think I could worry that much about someone. I’m so scared or losing you… and I think I know why.”

⁃ His mind toyed with the idea that it was what he had come to realise as well.

⁃ “What is it?”

⁃ “Before I tell you, promise you won’t run away?”

⁃ “Dewdrop, just tell me.”

⁃ She dropped her head, leaning into his shoulder a bit.

⁃ “I think I like you. A lot. And not just as a friend. If you don’t, we can still be friends, that ok. I-If you’re not ok with that, I guess-“

⁃ Now it was his turn to place his hands on either side of her, clutching her arms. She bolted upright to look at him.

⁃ “(Y/n). I’m not going anywhere. And I think I like you too.”

⁃ Her eyes widened, and she began to smile, which he soon followed. Soon it turned into cry-laughing, as (Y/n) returned to leaning into his shoulder.

⁃ “I was scared too. When I saw you there, there were so many questions, so many scenarios ran through my head and I… (Y/n) I want to keep you safe.”

⁃ Her laughing became more like crying, wetting the fabric on his shoulder.

⁃ “Dewdrop, what’s going on?”

⁃ “Nothing, is just been an emotionally taxing day. I’m tired.”

⁃ His hand reached up to remove the bobby pins and hairnet, and then brush through her hair with his fingers.

⁃ “It’s ok, you can relax. Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

⁃ She lifted her head to look him in the eyes.

⁃ “You should too. You’ve had a hard day, you need to sleep.”

⁃ With no words, he stood up and walked over to the couch by the window of his office, pulling her along with him. He laid down and pulled her to lie on top of him. They fell asleep quickly, finally resting.

⁃ (Y/n) woke up that morning to the sound of typing. The light of day was still a pale blue, and she was alone on the couch, missing the warmth she fell asleep next to.

⁃ The office was neat, everything was organised and looked exactly in its place except for some bobby pins, a hairnet, and a hair tie which were placed at the corner of her desk.

⁃ She could see his back, wearing the same shirt as the night before, typing at his computer, presumably paperwork or answering emails.

⁃ “Tenya,”

⁃ Her voice was quiet, but he heard it loud and clear. He turned around in his chair.

⁃ “You’re awake.”

⁃ She nodded with a little smile.

⁃ “I don’t want you to feel unwelcome, but you should probably go home. That way you can change and all that before you need to go back to rehearsal.”

⁃ She stood up, gathering her things and making her way to the door. He walked her to her car, and like a gentleman, opened every door for her on the way. Before she got into her car, he gently tugged on her hand.

⁃ “(Y/n), I meant what I said last night. I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.”

⁃ “That sounds wonderful.”

⁃ She left him with a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile.

As a Boyfriend

⁃ Tenya was a perfect boyfriend, mainly because he tried so hard to be.

⁃ He always made an effort to be there for her, support her career, plan regular dates that never became mundane.

⁃ But there was one thing that was hard for him.

⁃ He was naturally a bit stiff, it was hard for him to relax unless he truly didn’t have the energy to maintain his usual rigidity.

⁃ And through that, he rarely confided in her. Almost never did he look to her for comfort, as he always wanted to be the one there for her, the one keeping her safe.

⁃ She did eventually confront him about it, and it wasn’t an immediate change, but he began working on it.

⁃ Cuddles with him were incredible. His body runs warm, and he’s got a rather large frame, meaning that whenever they cuddled, (Y/n) would end up nestled into him. Even if he understood cognitively that she could handle herself, it made him so happy to be holding her, keeping her safe.

⁃ In terms of gifts, they would run on the expensive side. He runs a hero agency, he’s wealthy, as is his family.

⁃ Whenever (Y/n) mentioned something that interested her, regardless of price, he’s find a way to get it. Within reason of course, but that reason included designer items.

⁃ This was a shock to her, it made her feel high maintenance and vain. And she told him that, to which he assured that it was his choice, not something he felt obligated to do.

⁃ One time, he paid for a new pair of pointe shoes, custom dyed so that she wouldn’t have to lose half a bottle of foundation to make it match her skin tone. That was probably the sweetest gift her got her.

Meeting the family

⁃ Tenya’s family is rich, and it’s been like that for a long time. There are traditions, some of which have been left in the past, and others that are maintained, whether they be explicitly stated or not.

⁃ For example, his parents don’t super care who he ends up with, so long as they aren’t a gold digger, and have a moderately successful life.

⁃ (Y/n) made jokes about coming from money, but her upbringing never would have prepared her for the family she met.

⁃ They didn’t have an estate or anything like that, but it was certainly a mansion.

⁃ His family was nice, but there was an undercurrent of caution throughout the dinner.

⁃ When they were alone, (Y/n) asked what was going on.

⁃ “Almost everyone in this family has, at one point or another, been the object of false affection because someone wanted the money we have.”

⁃ That had never even occurred to her. No one had ever warned her about that, she’d never had experience with that, largely because she didn’t flaunt her wealth much. She wore nice clothes and carried herself well, but never did she think that someone was interested in her because of the life she had.

⁃ But it certainly made sense. After that conversation, (Y/n) tried even harder to show that her intentions were true, and that she really loved Tenya.

⁃ The family legacy was another thing she found a bit jarring when she got closer to the family. Family was a big part of his life, taking on the mantle of Ingenium mattered perhaps more than anything else to him.

⁃ Even though they didn’t say it outright or mean to, she could tell the pressure came from his parents.

⁃ When he was having a bad day, there were a bunch of little phrases she would say in the midst of comforting him.

⁃ The one that always made him melt and love her more than ever was:

⁃ “I feel so safe with you, Ingenium or not.”

[toomanywordsnllines]

Tell us, speak to us of GhoapRoach, the people need to hear

I'm me I'm the people please I beg

OKAY! I finally got time and brain power to answer this! (thank you dear anon for letting me indulge in this idiots)

(also sorry for the time it took me to write this :')) THIS SHIT GOT SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY ME GOING HAM WITH THE EXPLANATION

I'm going to mostly talk about how I see their relationship start and develop!!

The timeline should be something like.

Ghost&Roach (friendship, then later QPR) → Ghost/Soap (they get together) → Soap realizes this two idiots are in fact idiots → Ghost/Roach (Soap makes them resolve their shit) → Roach/Soap/Ghost (Roach and Ghost finally do something about Soap wink wink)

In my mind their relationship started firstly just between Ghost and Roach

After almost dying and having a rough time and some rough realizations, Ghost finally admits to himself that he likes Roach a little more strictly than just platonically. 

But since I do headcanon that Roach is aromantic (and does really not feel any romantic attraction towards anyone) Ghost just confesses that he loves him and they stay like that.

They just live their life as best friends and do nothing about their feelings

Cus what Ghost doesn't know is that while, yes Roach doesn't feel 'romance' towards him, man does he feel desire.

So Roach after a couple years of knowing each other decides to up the ‘best friends’ status and go more for a QPR type of relationship. 

That itself doesn’t change much about them. Roach just says that they can be more touchy about each other. They agree

Roach goes all ham. Ghost still hesitates (mostly because being so close to someone scares him and also because he’s scared of pushing Roach away somehow.)

But that's where it stops. Ghost is a little head over heels for Roach and Roach wants to jump Ghost's bones. But they don’t do anything about it.

Then enter one John Soap Mctavish

We have all the Ghost and Soap getting together (with Roach’s help) of course and they have a 'normal' relationship, romantic and sexual.

Soap is perfectly fine with Ghost and Roach’s relationship and makes sure to tell Roach that he's not there to steal anyone. GR clearly have an important relationship and Soap doesn’t want to ruin that.

He says that because he really means it and well…

Maybe because he has also started falling for Roach in a not so steady way.

How could he not?! Roach is just so funny and intelligent and a nerd and endearing and seeing him and Ghost interact and being soft with each other and the way he makes Ghost relax and the way he comforts people and and–

R and S start to hang out more and more. Even going out of their way to spend time just with each other. 

And after some time Soap starts to get almost the same treatment Ghost gets. Which means LOTS OF PHYSICAL CONTACT(which does nothing good for Soap’s heart).

The first time Roach uses him as his personal pillow he almost combusts…

Ghost grumbles one two many times that Roach is just trying to steal his boyfriend.

Now that’s all fine and dandy but

Roach and Ghost drive Soap insane and not because he's stupidly in love with them

But because he starts paying more attention to them and he just wants to tear his hair out.

He sees the heart eyes on Ghost when he looks at Roach, but also sees how he's very tentative on how he touches him, never going beyond anything more than what someone might consider platonic.

Then he watches Roach, who looks at Ghost with affection and desire that is so terribly hidden (the amount of time he saw him almost drooling at Ghost working out…)

Soap understands why both of them hesitate with each other and knows that with him now in the equation it only makes things harder. (but it breaks his heart to see Roach’s sad eyes when he thinks he’s going to be left alone. And crushes his soul to see Ghost be sad for constantly holding himself back and not knowing how to get to Roach.)

So! It might’ve been Roach that made Ghoap come together but it’s apparent that it’s now in Soaps hands to make those two fools DO SOMETHING.

JUST… GET OVER THEMSELVES… COMMUNICATE!

Btw little side note: Ghost and Soap have talked about Ghost’s feelings towards Roach. He never thought he could love again and imagine when he comes to the conclusion that he loves TWO PEOPLE. Soap was fine with all this (bc at this point… he was steadily going down the rabbit hole of falling with the other man himself. He didn’t say that to Ghost tho…)

So what does he do? Talk, of course, with each one individually.

He first speaks with Ghost, asks about how GR came to be and yada yada. Ghost accidently let's it slip that he wishes he could do more with Roach (Kiss, he wants to kiss him so bad and touch him everywhere, Soap arcs an eyebrow as Ghost covers his flustered face behind his face as he admits that.) but is afraid Roach will react badly cus that's romantic and Ghost doesn't know his feeling towards it.

(Soap face palms when he questions if Ghost has asked him, and Ghost replies confusedly that 'of course not')

What does Soap do about that information? Well in an afternoon where they're not doing anything, he asks Roach about kissing and (Soap actually though he might've died that day, with how his heart did somersaults, he has wanted to kiss Roach for so long has stared at those lips for so long has–) and kisses Roach right in front of Ghost to see.

It’s not really cus it’s seen more as giving Roach a new experience than anything related to feelings (Soap says that to himself repeatedly like a mantra)

(Soap is dying in the middle of this btw cuz he has to keep his attraction to Roach hidden as best he can, he wants those two fools to do something about each other and if he accidently ruins something he would never forgive himself). So he suffers.

Does Ghost do anything with this information? No! (he keeps it away in his brain, and tries not to get hot and bothered when thinking about those two kissing while he watches.) 

Roach, however, starts thinking.

Kissing wasn’t bad and he quite liked it… Soap did it in front of Ghost and he knows very well why.

‘One of you, make a move.’

Though Roach isn't completely sure yet. He needs permission, confirmation, because he doesn’t want to hurt Soap

If he’s being honest with himself… what he feels towards Soap is starting to grow a little bit beyond friends…

One day, he and Soap are sitting just enjoying their time and Roach just let's out that he wishes he could do something with Ghost (jump his bones) watching Soap from the corner of his eye constantly

And Soap is like (‘holy shit im going to pass out, the image of that is unholy, breathe Mctavish, breathe’) composed: Why don't you then?

Roach:

Roach: Yeah, why don't I.

And Roach takes that. Takes the permission and goes (he might’ve kissed Soap on the corner of his mouth as thanks (he’s teasing and he loves the way Soap just blushed furiously))

The next night Roach invades Ghost's room, like no ones business, confidence up there cus he has wanted to fuck this man for too long. And he finally got permission.

He makes sure to have Ghost sitting on his bed before he pulls the man's mask and kisses him, gently.

Ghost.exe has stopped working.

(His brain completely stopped working bc bloody hell he must be dreaming he can only be dreaming–)

Please imagine the most flustered Ghost you could ever imagine, heart eyes and flushed cus boy he just got kissed by his longest crush and omg is this fucking real and-

Roach is just staring at him for a second before going straight to the point, he leans closer to Ghost ear and tells him to either start moving to rearrange his insides or he might snap.

Ghost is a shaky mess but is so happy to oblige, he's extremely gentle and cautious. Like he’s been the whole time they’ve known each other. But finally having the permission to touch and worship one of his objects of love and desire after so long of just looking, makes him emotional.

Suffice to say Roach has the time of his life.

They do have a conversation after!! Mainly on what Roach is comfortable with Ghost doing with him (they rule out that what they were already doing is fine just no kisses in the mouth in public, Ghost is very happy to do that) 

After that they’re just laying there and Ghost just casually throws into the conversation:

I think Soap is also in love with you, too

And he waits for Roach’s answer with bated breath because the thought of having the two of them together in his arms like this, instead of circling their rooms gives him a buzz in his brain.

Roach: Oh I know

Ghost, close to laughing: What are you gonna do about it?

Roach just looks at him with a knowing smirk.

Of course this wouldn't be me if I didn't add some sad so

After Soap is able to get those two to get their heads out of their asses he starts to doubt his place in all of this.

Ghost and Roach have known each other for so long… Ghost seems to have such a hard time loving… Does he belong there, with Simon? Maybe Ghost doesn't love him anymore… or maybe he won't be as loved anymore, that thought breaks him (and he starts understanding a lot more how Roach was feeling in the beginning of all this.)

Roach was meaning to take more time with getting to Soap, he meant to tease him endlessly until Soap was falling apart.

But he and Ghost start seeing Soap pulling away, getting more distant and his face is more sad than happy.

So

A couple days later… Roach decides to put Soaps worries to an end.

And to an end they come, turned into absolute dust when Roach not so subtly corners him in an empty corridor, stalking closer to Soap so he backs away into a strong wall of muscle hidden in the shadows. And Gary tells him clean and straight what he wants, the filth he wants Soap to do to him while Ghost is just running his hands everywhere they can on Johnny, kissing his neck, pinching, grabbing.

Johnny was a mess and might've almost passed out from how hot he was and how much he was blushing.

They fuck. (everyone claps)

And then they have another conversation specifically about boundaries (eyes on Roach) and conclude in the end that there are no words that can really describe what they have going on.

Roach doesn't love any of them romantically but he doesn't need to, they understand him and know he cares and that just like them he would die and kill for them.

Ghost and Soap are boyfriends. ‘What are we five-’ ‘Shut up, Simon.’

Roach and Ghost have their thing going on (They call themselves partners) (Soap does a little ‘eugh’ sound (he gets beaten with too many pillows).

Soap and Roach don’t have a word: ‘Hmmmm. My bitch-’, ‘Excuse me?!’ (Soap calls Roach ‘his’ and ‘mine’)  (Roach doesn’t even bother to not show how much that affects him)

[ladylooch]

Since Mack and Lucie seem to really get on each other’s nerves like real sisters do 🤣 Can you make a blurb about times they actually get along

Do they do school dances in Switzerland? I have no idea but just go with it!

17 year old Lucie lays flat on her back, listening to her music while contemplating if she wants to ask her parents if she can go out with her friends tonight. There is technically a school dance, but it is none of the important ones, so her group of friends is planning on meeting up at someone’s house. But truthfully, Lucie isn’t feeling it. She talked to Lio earlier and felt sad after getting off the phone with him. He was going out with his rookie teammates in New York tonight. Apparently him and Connor got a keg to host the boys at their place afterwards. Lucie has an intense amount of FOMO.

“I can’t wait until you live here. Then you can come to our parties.” He had said.

“You mean clean up after a whole hockey team while you sleep it off? No thanks.”

A soft knock sounds at Lucie’s door. She rolls over, seeing her little sister, Mack, standing in the doorway. 

“What's up?” Lucie asks, popping an ear bud out.

“Can you help me?”

“With?” 

“Make up.” Mack nervously plays with her fingers in front of her. Lucie’s mouth drops open in shock.

“Seriously?”

“Don’t make it a big deal or I’ll change my mind.” Lucie laughs loudly, then bops off her bed. “Mackenzie Hischier, sit down. Lucie spreads her arms wide in front of her white vanity. Mack plops down begrudgingly. “So who’s the boy?” Mack blushes.

“Um.. there isn’t one.”

“Please. There is always a boy. It’s Nino isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Mack sighs, confessing immeidately. “He asked me to the dance.” 

“Your first dance! Why didn’t you tell me? What are you wearing?”

“The blue dress.” Lucie nods in agreement.

“Okay, I have a cardigan you can wear over it. Otherwise daddy will not let you leave in that.” Lucie laughs. She combs through her make up, putting up different shades of foundation to Mack’s skin. “This one.” She taps the bottle. “Okay, what about your hair?”

“Straight.”

“Yeah that is natural for you. We will just give it a little curl to frame in towards your face.” 

For an hour, Lucie and Mack work on curating the perfect look for her big night. Lexi comes to check in, giving little nudges like maybe blue eye shadow is too much for a normally clean faced Mack. 

“Fair.” Lucie finally agrees with her mom, reaching for the mauvy pink and purples instead. 

“Okay, what do we think?” Lucie asks Mack as she hands her a handheld mirror. Mack is speechless. 

“That’s me?” 

“Yeah. Mack, you’re gorgeous. If you ever wanted to put more effort in the rest of us would be toast.” 

“She is perfect as she is.” Nico says from the doorway. Mack looks over her shoulder at him and Nico gapes at his middle daughter. “Baby, wow. You look so beautiful!” 

“Thank you."

“You too.” Nico murmurs to Lucie, giving her a kiss on her cheek after Mack. “When do you want to leave, babe?”

“Like 20 minutes? I need to get my dress on then I’m ready.” 

Mack heads back to her room, then comes to Lucie for the cardigan.

“I grabbed mom’s Jimmy Choos too.” She holds the silver boots up. “Heels dont make sense for you. Not your personality.” Mack grins, then launches into her older sister’s body. 

“Thanks, LuLu.” 

“I love you, Mack. Have fun tonight. Call me if you need something. I’ll be at home tonight.”

“Could you pick me up from the dance? Daddy really wants to take me, but I want you to drive me home.” Lucie grins, nodding.

“You bet. Text me when you’re ready.” 

With one more hug, Mack rushes out of the room, trampling down the stairs to her awaiting parents. Lucie grabs her phone, sending a text to her friend group that she has other plans tonight. 

For once, Lucie wants to stay home on a Friday night.

[athetos]

my very long and devastated thoughts on The Traitor Baru Cormorant:

- Baru and Tain Hu became one of my favorite relationships out of nowhere and I was a fool for thinking it could have an even remotely happy ending.  I was hoping against hope that the author was going to throw us a bone and go out of their way to avoid the bury your gays trope at the last second, but no such luck.  My heart is broken.  I would have been upset but able to accept it if Tain Hu escaped and we never heard from her again, but instead the absolute cruelest possible option was taken instead.  I will never forgive them for what they have put me through... what they have put THEM through... but I understand.  Tain Hu herself is one of the most characters ever and I don’t think I’m prepared to handle 2 books of her haunting the pages.  I’m being very brave though. 

- Baru’s self-hatred and misery is so profound, especially over those last couple of chapters, that I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole.  I knew this would end poorly from the beginning because there is no way to cause change from the inside of something so vast and evil without becoming a monster yourself, but to think that it had come to this...  I hate that I can relate to what she’s feeling, it honestly dredges up memories I’ve tried very hard to forget, and it’s astounding this book is able to do that to me. 

- Tain Hu was the only person who didn’t try to use Baru as a pawn or a way to get power or heirs.  Fuck.

- I did not expect this much political theory and conspiracies but I was extremely surprised and impressed, I feel a lot of things were put into words that I wasn’t sure how to express.  I feel smarter somehow, but also a lot sadder.  Honestly, I think there’s stuff in here put in simple enough terms it’s going to help inform my viewpoints in real life.  That’s a lot.

- “I want to fuck women” was such a powerful and cathartic moment because I’m so used to seeing sapphic sexuality as being sanitized or purified, this innocent “omg i wanna hold a girl’s hand uwu” shit, and it drives me insane.  Like I’m sorry society, but I don’t want to be desexualized into something you’re comfortable with.  I want to fuck women and love with no limits and so that’s why this line was amazing because they could have very easily have said “i like women” or “I want to kiss women” or even “I don’t like men.”  But we got this banger of a confession.  Hell fucking yes, Baru.

- I love that even though most of the characters are pretty big assholes, they each have moments that make them likable, or even sympathetic, if only briefly. 

- I don’t know how to tell Baru this, but I don’t think Mother Pinion or Father Solit are going to forgive her and be like “yeah this was okay.  this was justified.”

-  gonna call it right now, Baru is not going to survive this.  There is no way she’s going to survive this whole thing, get her revenge (or not) and not end up killed, or committing suicide.  Like, there’s just no way.  She’s going to fucking die and I won’t even be mad or even sad in a way just distantly removed like “yep I knew it and it’s the way it had to happen.  Sorry.”

- What I want most from this next book, the Monster Baru Cormorant, is to show more of how beyond fucked up Falcrest is.  I want to see everyone in power, the absolute depravity behind the creation of the Clarified... I want to see all of it fucking burned down. 

- I have the next 2 books on hold at the library and it may take me a while to get through them because holy fuck are they depressing and hard but I need to know how this ends goddammit.  Was Tain Hu’s sacrifice WORTH it?