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almostfoxglove · 3 months ago

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okay I am so behind on reading for this challenge but holy SHIT j oh my GOD. I finished reading this and had to just stare at the wall for a minute (no but actually) while I processed and then immediately read it again, my heart in my fucking THROAT. I cannot possibly overstate how much I love this & am obsessed with this premise like... AMNESIA FOR DIN DJARIN WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING GENIUS. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A GENIUS?? LET ME KNOW.

I would straight up read 400,000 words of this. 600k. a million. infinite. I'd read a 12 book series and still be hungry for more I JUST CANNOT EXPRESS how perfect this is oh my god it wrecked me WRECKED ME

Bacta was an expensive commodity, but you had given him all you had stored. Smeared carefully across his wounds before you bandaged them - how alive he had been, then. Your hand pressed against a bare chest, his heart thrumming beneath.

the way my heart FLUTTERED thinking about her not realizing how insanely impossible and intimate and rare seeing so much of him & touching his skin is while she cares for him. like this is the kind of dramatic irony I EAT THE FUCK UP oh my GOD

The movement slow as the helmet had lifted fully, with hands that hesitated. A stiffness in the way it was set down on the table beside him as you doled out breakfast, as if there's something about it. An urge to keep it near, though he did not know why. Like he shouldn’t, but there are no words to explain why he felt this way. Just the same sense of knowing that kept him in his armor every day. The routine in the way each piece snapped into place, down to the short hilt of black metal at his belt, though there had been no blade.

I AM SCREAMING J

DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

HE DOESN'T KNOW BUT HE KNOWS HE WANTS HER TO SEE HIM OH MY GODDDDD

In the days that followed, everything flickered across his expression. A furrow of his brow in concentration. The quirk of his lips when you said something funny. Those eyes sliding away, as his hand scratches at the scruff lining his jaw.

as someone who does like to think din is SO expressive and readable under that helmet this just jkshfkajhs tickled my brain and made it purr

The barest brush of a hand at your hip, as he moved you out of the way. Something innate alighting inside him, as he finished welding the piece himself. The bright sparks glanced off his armor, stars in the afternoon light.

And when you’d caught his matching rumble after, it felt like a triumph.

I AM SO SICK RN AHHH

“Din.” Chewing, then swallowing, “I think that is my name.” Your eyes had bounced to his. Dripping down to the tongue that had peeked out against his lip, before slowly repeating. “Yeah?” You asked, before trying it for yourself. “Din.” It tasted sweet. Fruit-ripe against your lips, and you had found yourself smiling.

gbye world. this is going to end me. I'm GONE

“I’m fine.” You grinned, “It’s just a lake. I’m not drowning”.

HE CAME TO SAVE HER FHSDJKGFSKDJFH

“Tell me I can have you.” Another roll of his hips, and heat bloomed in your belly, as a confession slipped free. Husked into the shell of your ear. “I haven’t wanted anything the way I want you.”

“I know, cyar’ika.” He mouthed at your throat. Teeth scraped against skin, needing his mark to linger, “Feels so fucking good. I shouldn’t have waited. I-“

the thought that he's been HOLDING BACK ALL THIS TIME oh my GODDDDDDD DIN DJARIN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE IN YOUR BONES

“I think so.” It came slowly, “I dream of flying. And it feels…” The words trailed off, a breath before he finished. “It feels like I have.”

oh god. oh no. my heart's doing the ouch rn oh my god oh my GOD what are you doing to me

The destruction made sense, now. The carnage you had found him in - you had thought he'd been the lone survivor in a battle. A half-truth, at least. Instead you saw him for what he was.

my stomach is flipping flopping churning yanking knotting oh my god. this is such a perfect mirror of the opening image I could be sick your mind is so big and smart and perfect jfc

“I couldn’t let them touch you.” “Cyare, please-“

“Ibic haar Yust.” This time the words - what is spoken - does something to him. Din’s posture straightens, as if awakening from a long slumber. Hands methodical with the way they drop to the clip at his waist, unlatching his helmet. Your Mandalorian disappears beneath, his voice distorting with his dutiful echo. “This is the way.”

and,

He leaves your side, and your brow knits. Hand reaching for the tattered cape as he goes to them, though the fabric slips through your fingers. The pit in your stomach drops, as you call after him - panicked. That single syllable stretches long. Becoming lost to the wind.

I AM SO INCONSOLABLE RIGHT NOW

I NEED TO LIVE IN THIS FIC RIGHT NEEEOOW like will the fucking HEARTSHATTER of him remembering who he is or remembering what This is The Way means to him and fucking ABANDONING HER kill me?? yes. will it be worth it to relive the fucking ecstasy of din djarin w no memory being LOVED and CARED FOR and SAFE dreaming of the stars?? yes.

j I cannot say enough how much I love this and how grateful I am you joined the challenge. thank you so fucking much for sharing this masterpiece with us I AM NOT WORTHY

— liminal.

din djarin x f!reader

rated e - 4.2k

tags: snippets in time, amnesia, winter soldier-esque trigger-words, implied brainwashing/cult!au, angst, descriptions of wounds, yearning, soft smut & piv, outdoor sex, canon-typical violence and death (bounty hunters), ‘darksaber is haunted’ vibes, unhappy ending

a/n: gorgeous moodboard is from the angst challenge hosted by the lovely @almostfoxglove! was so excited to contribute to freya’s event!

If there was a past, he has forgotten it. But you’ll help him remember.

You’ll make new memories with him.

(or - you find yourself spending the summer with a stranger who can't seem to remember anything about his life. And you might just be falling for him, too.)

Twelve weeks have passed since your stranger slipped headlong into your life.

Sudden, in the way you found him, stumbling into the aftermath.

You had thought him a machine, with the way the metal armor had encased him, glittering in the sun. The dome of his helmet, seemingly still and unblinking - a single figure, amongst the dead around him.

The sight was gruesome - red spilled across the ground, darkening to umber where it seeped into the earth, and you still shielded away from the memory of it.

A yelp, when he had stirred. You hadn’t been able to leave him behind. Even then, you had known he had needed your help.

It took another week for his wounds to heal, even with your care.

Vicious things, the tears in his side. A glimpse of bone and sinew in the tender space beneath his armpit - a weak, unprotected spot. A dagger still buried in his thigh that you had had to tug free - the limp still slipping to the surface on rainy days.

It knitted him back together but hadn’t fixed everything.

His head must have been hit hard. There’s no memory of the battle. If his friends or family were amongst the fallen, what had lead to the fight in the first place.

There were no memories of where he came from. Of his home - his look blank, when you carefully prod.

Why he was here.

“If there is a past,” He told you, “I have forgotten it.”

Even his name is shrouded, lost inside him.

A ‘hey’ and a ‘you’ is enough in the time that followed, as he trails behind you like a shadow. Shaking off your questions - the rapid-fire trying of titles, to see if one feels familiar. Unmoored and left adrift - your small home and bit of land are the only spaces that felt familiar.

So, you let him stay.

The shadow sticked, melding with your own.

It’s been ten weeks since he removed his helmet.

You hadn’t pushed.

His grip was firm that first day - catching roughly around your wrists as your fingers hooked along the edge. Unyielding. No words spoken, but you had understood, even then. Leaving him to his own devices, letting him eat in the guest room you cleared for him.

Until a morning comes, when you catch yourself looking into a pair of eyes. Warm and brown beneath dark curls that spill across his forehead - and even then, something behind your ribs had hitched.

An urge to keep it near, though he did not know why.

Like he shouldn’t, but there are no words to explain why he felt this way. Just the same sense of knowing that kept him in his armor every day. The routine in the way each piece snapped into place, down to the short hilt of black metal at his belt, though there had been no blade.

You had examined it yourself, once. While he slept, fingers traced over the handle, each groove. Hot beneath your touch, a sharp wash of unease had pulled your hand away.

It’s written across his face - the lines near the drawn-tight pull of his mouth.

Without the helmet, he could not hide.

Despite how much he does not know, you can read him. Even when his words come slowly and quietly.

A flicker of worry, under the heat of summer. Reacting to the hiss that slipped from you when you burned the side of your wrist, working on repairs to your speeder. The barest brush of a hand at your hip, as he moved you out of the way.

Something innate alighting inside him, as he finished welding the piece himself. The bright sparks glanced off his armor, stars in the afternoon light.

Finding his voice, as time passed. Uncovering that edge that must have always been inside him. Sharp snark, and a sense of humor that could rip a surprised bark of a laugh, from deep in your chest.

And when you’d caught his matching rumble after, it felt like a triumph.

Eight, since he gave you something.

The sun dipped low, bathing your cabin in orange and purple. Exhaustion weighing down your limbs, after another long day of gathering fruit for your stall at the market. Hours spent standing in the shade of the trees, but it hadn’t made the heat much more bearable.

Though you had to admit - time passed much more pleasurably, with his addition.

It had been hard at first, to pick out what to say, when he had no stories to pull from. When everything he knew had melded together, unsure of what was dream and what may have existed.

You filled the space instead. Your own stories not much to tell, but you could feel the weight of his gaze often. Small comments and questions, when silence stretches out. Encouraging you to continue.

Conversation turning easier, with each passing day.

A dutiful presence at your stall. Catching everything - a leashed hound at your side, hackles ready to bristle. As much of a fixture as the handmade wooden crates, lined with soft linen. The hand-carved sign, passed down by your father’s father.

And in the quiet, evening light, he had plucked it free. A bruised jogan fruit from the basket at your feet - the word tumbling from him around a mouthful, teeth sinking into the purple flesh.

“Din.” Chewing, then swallowing, “I think that is my name.”

Your eyes had bounced to his. Dripping down to the tongue that had peeked out against his lip, before slowly repeating.

“Yeah?” You asked, before trying it for yourself.

“Din.”

It tasted sweet.

Fruit-ripe against your lips, and you had found yourself smiling.

Six weeks, since your lips had first touched to the nape of his neck.

Fitting together in your tiny bathroom, with the stone walls curling in.

Din’s back had been to you. Head bowed as you trimmed the grown-long curls, skin sticky with heat. His armor was in a neat stack at his feet, shoulders bared.

Mirroring your first few days together - but so different.

Your fingers had traced over the silver at his temples, catching in the warm light of your bathroom. Meaning hidden, in the careful touch.

It felt easier than it should be.

Natural.

And deep down, you thought it should scare you.

Maybe it does. At night, when you’re tucked into bed. Caught thinking about the man in the other room - who he might be. Where he came from, what higher power had guided him down here, to you.

But then you see him - the crinkle of his eyes and that easy routine. Looks exchanged that you’re not sure how to interpret, as if in a language only he knows.

Ones you never learned the words for.

And you just - forget.

You hadn’t been able to help it.

The dip of your head.

A chaste kiss pressed against the notch of his spine, right at the nape of his neck.

Summer lingered in his hair. Soaking in the sun and the wind off the lake - a hint of shampoo, when your nose brushed against his curls.

He smelled like home. Like you, mixed with leather and metal and man.

Din’s shoulders strung tight where your palm pressed, the soft inhale of breath that you almost missed.

You caught his eyes in the mirror, after.

When they opened again.

Where they had snagged. Watching every little movement - the careful brush of clippings from his skin. The touch that he had leaned into.

They burned, in the hazy reflection. A different kind of heat bloomed over your skin, and you thought, maybe-

Maybe he felt it, too.

Things had changed, four weeks ago.

The surface of the lake had been like glass, stretching out from the grove of trees.

Your favorite place - you’d spend all day out here if you could. Shirking responsibilities for a few hours beneath the branches, watching the sun change the water from blues to pinks and purples.

Something you had decided you were doing, today.

Your market stall was doing well. Picking extra fruit the day before - working longer, later, for this.

Din’s look dubious, when you told him you were going in. Those eyes caught between watching and turning away, as your shirt was peeled off.

Left behind with your boots, socks, and pants.

Scattered across an old blanket, the pattern sun-bleached and faded.

A shiver wracked through you, at the cool cling of the water. A balm to the heat, soothing all those weeks spent working.

Step after step, as you had let the lake surround you. Head tipped up, as you let the water mute everything.

And underneath the clouds, you had let yourself go under.

There was a splash, at the shore.

The catch of the sun against metal, left amongst the thick grass. Half-undressed already, as he had rushed to follow once again.

Din’s hand had curled around your bicep - pulling you to the surface, leaving you sputtering.

Worry, etched in the lines of his face, when your eyes had opened.

You had laughed.

Not meaning to - his brows furrowing as you explained.

“I’m fine.” You grinned, “It’s just a lake. I’m not drowning”.

His heart hammered beneath the press of your palm. Fingers smooth against your skin, goosebumps raised with the prickle of wind.

With more than that, if you were being honest.

Even now, you’re not sure who had moved first.

Maybe you both did. A part of your lips and the tilt of your head, and suddenly, his mouth was covering yours.

His rough groan echoed your soft sigh, as arms wrapped around your waist to crush you against him.

Melding yourself against bare skin, as you opened for the lick of his tongue.

The kiss had been clumsy. Clicking teeth and churning water as you grasped at each other. Unable to get enough, now that you’d begun.

But there’d been something practiced in the way he touched you. In the cup of his palm as he felt your warmth, thrust beneath the surface of the lake.

How he tucked you beneath him on the blanket, back at shore. A knee shifting as it pressed into your thigh, opening you up for him further. The weight of him as his hips rolled - separated by thin, soaked fabric.

You can still remember the way he groaned against your mouth when you tugged on his curls. How his skin felt feverish to your touch, and you knew yours must have faired the same - those weeks of wondering and wanting building. Taking off full tilt, and neither of you wanted to stop.

His hand had slipped to cup the back of your head, as your hips lifted. A rough sound when you brushed against the straining weight of his cock - tentative at first, and then desperate.

“Tell me I can have you.”

Another roll of his hips, and heat bloomed in your belly, as a confession slipped free. Husked into the shell of your ear.

“I haven’t wanted anything the way I want you.”

Your breath hitched, as something in your stomach bloomed. Clinging to him even tighter, as he nosed against your throat.

“You can’t know that.”

But out of everything, this had been one thing he was certain of. Drawing back until he hovered above you, blotting out everything else.

“I do.” It was soft. Emphatic, as his fingers kept your face tilted up to meet his, “I just know it. Can feel it, when I’m with you.”

It’s enough.

What remained was tugged off, left among the grass. The ragged groan warm against your skin when he finally sank to the hilt inside you, your cry lost among the lapping waves and birdsong.

Learning each other in new ways, committing each second to memory.

“Please-“ It slipped from you.

Your peak had dangled just out of reach, inching closer each time you took him fully. Your thighs hooked around his hips, driving him deeper. Needing more.

“I know, cyar’ika.” He mouthed at your throat. Teeth scraped against skin, needing his mark to linger, “Feels so fucking good. I shouldn’t have waited. I-“

The rest was lost, in the snap of his hips. The admission, the sweet name coming from a place deep inside him, as something forgotten slipped free.

Gold had burst behind your lids. The sunlight was demanding, filtering through as you drifted among the clouds.

Never knowing bliss like this, until him.

It snatched your breath, as your heart galloped away from you. Thrumming down and around him as he growled your name - before he followed, just as he always did.

Content to sink into your embrace.

After - your fingers traced over sun-warmed skin.

An ache in your chest, at the split slash at his hip. The healed blaster wound on his chest. Another mark against his ribs, one that had long faded.

A dozen others, cut into the planes of his torso.

He let you, as he sank into the grass. Head tipped up, eyes closed as you trace out words you’re not ready to say.

Biting them back, from the tip of your tongue.

Ones that echo his from before.

Ones about wanting. Needing.

You’d make new memories with him.

You’d help him remember if that’s what he wanted. Write down every detail, until he could see the bigger picture.

Until he could piece things back together.

It might take time - but in that pocket of summer, it didn’t matter.

Together, you’d have plenty of that.

It’s been two weeks now, since you’ve spent every night together.

The evening after the lake had been an unspoken thing. An entwining of hands again, and you had led him into your space.

His few things mixed with yours in the nights that came after, the bed in your guest room untouched for days.

You slept better than you ever did before. Eased by the weight of him beside you. Comforted by his presence, content to wind down the evenings with your limbs twined together.

A breeze sifted in through the cracked window, after another long day. With the lights off, you could see the sky above - the scattering of twinkling stars against a blanket of inky indigo.

Din’s eyes were drawn to it, often. Head tipping up, as the sun set, and the moon slipped into view. Minutes passing, with his eyes narrowed.

Sifting through broken slivers, twisting them until they fit.

“Do you think you’ve been up there?” Your head cradled against his shoulder. His arm was warm where it wound around you, your eyes fixed on the stars like his were.

He was silent for a long moment - the room filled with the hum of evening life, the steady inhale-exhale of breath.

“I think so.” It came slowly, “I dream of flying. And it feels…”

The words trailed off, a breath before he finished.

“It feels like I have.”

Your hand squeezed against his arm, thumb smoothing over skin.

“I’ve never been.” You admitted, “I’ve always wanted to go somewhere when I was younger. Anywhere.”

You’d spend ages pouring over holo-novels, dreaming of seeing different planets. The sprawling city of Coruscant. The forests of Kashyyyk, Beaches in Iloh, the vast stretch of the ocean before you.

“I’d take you.” His voice was a rumble, beneath your ear, ”I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

Your head tilted, as you regarded him.

Curls mussed from your fingers, crushed against the cushion of your pillow.

Eyes dark and expectant. Earnest - you knew he was telling the truth.

You smiled, as your head dipped. Your admission breathed out, just before your lips touched to his.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

It’s been one day since everything changed.

Your afternoon at the market drawing out into the night. A runaway speeder clipping the side of the booth, sending fruit to spill upon the ground. The awning drooped, the wooden pole splintering.

Din had stepped away to get supplies. Your fingers smeared with pulp as you scavenged what you could, tucking fruit back into boxes.

Disposing enough that worry had begun to creep beneath your skin, prickling.

It had taken two hours to fix, his hands overlapping yours as the new piece was fitted into place.

The bag of credits tucked in your pocket, the evening light stretching out your shadows on the walk home.

And on a long strip between old buildings, the split of shadows became four.

Then six, as you found yourself boxed in.

Your heartbeat leaped, with the gravel-rasp of one of their voices. The glint of metal - a blaster, held loosely in the palm of a hand.

“Been looking for you. You’re hard to find, know that?”

There was an ache in your hand, as it wrapped around Din’s pauldron. It’s immediate - the way his arm had reached out, tucking you between him and the stone wall behind you.

“I don’t know them.” There was a wobble in your voice.

A rough laugh answered, “Not you, girlie.”

Din.

The knot in your chest dropped to your stomach. Fear like acid in your throat.

“The Tribe is looking for you. Not too happy you split. Offered a hefty sum.” It’s too casual, for the way the blaster pointed at Din’s chest. Still at each end of the alley, but each word brought them closer.

“Children of the Watch, too. It’s tempting, but…”

Din’s back was strung tight beneath your touch. These words meant nothing to you - names you didn’t recognize. References you didn’t understand.

The man was close enough then that you could see the glint of his eyes. The pull of lips across teeth that felt too sharp. An urge inside to run - but Din was too solid to move, and you couldn’t bear to leave him.

They paused, as their eyes dipped.

“Personally, I think we’d much rather have that.”

It’s almost as if Din instinctively knows what he meant, with the way his hands slipped to the black hilt.

Where it’s sat for weeks - an ever-constant, silent presence.

Two of the men had twitched, a foot shifting backward.

“Dead or alive, Mandalorian.” The man’s voice turned pressing, tipping towards desperate, “Doesn’t make a difference. Don’t need you, and definitely don’t need her-“

The blaster twitched towards you, and it’s as if a switch was flipped - no more than a heartbeat passed before the blade hummed to life in Din’s hand.

Inky black, fathomless. Consuming, as it swung through the air, and the last light of the sun dimmed with its presence.

Unnatural. Dangerous.

There was the smell of burnt flesh. The man’s arm cleaved at the bicep, paired with a wail.

A shorter knife pulled from Din’s hip, seated into their chest. The cry cut short. Red smeared across his armor, as you sank back against the wall in shock.

The destruction made sense, now. The carnage you had found him in - you had thought he'd been the lone survivor in a battle.

A half-truth, at least.

Instead you saw him for what he was.

You can picture what happened - for it was playing out in front of you. He moved as if he were made for this.

Fluid. Too much so, muscle memory kicking in, in a way that tells you he had done this many times before.

A second downed, before you managed to move. His name was weak on your lips as you reached for him, trying to keep him from pursuing after the rest who scattered.

Flinching, when his head whipped your way. Your own face had reflected back at you from his visor, fear widening your eyes - and for a moment, you didn’t recognize him.

The fierce warrior, in front of you.

But then, it was there.

Finding him in the slope of his shoulders. The way he stood - weapons sheathed as he cupped your face.

Urging you back toward home, trying to shield you from the mess that had become stuck to your thoughts like burrs.

It's only these weeks together, that had your legs moving. The fact that it's still him - that he did this for you - even if it caused your stomach to lurch.

Letting him take you as far as the house, then deeper.

You needed all that red gone. His armor peeled away in the golden, safe lights of home.

He husked your name once, then twice. Red-stained hands catching at your own. Excuses and promises murmured out, crackling through his helmet.

“I couldn’t let them touch you.”

“Cyare, please-“

And you only relented, with the lift of his helmet. Those brown eyes finding yours, and it’s only then that you could breathe again.

Letting him erase what happened, as his mouth brushes against yours. Waiting for you to close the gap - and, you had.

The jolt and sting of the near misses eased with the touch of hands that you’d come to know well. Stripping him as bare as you felt, the stained armor left at the foot of your bed - the hilt stinging your hand, pain prickling up your arm as it had dropped to the floor.

Trying to erase what happened, as you fell into the man you knew, until it all feels like a bad dream.

He did this for you.

It echoed in your mind, and from his lips. Assurances uttered, with the low rasp of his voice. Smeared across your skin, pressed against the soft curve of your inner thighs.

Filling you, with a familiar weight. Fingers entwined as you’re flipped onto your belly, another promise groaned into your ear.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

“You’re mine.”

“You’re safe.”

It lingered, after. You fell asleep with that thought, those words, letting them wrap around you like a cocoon.

Maybe if you believed it hard enough, it would be true.

There’s a weight when you wake.

A third companion, in the slow creep of the morning hours. Silent as it follows you.

Somber in the eyes that almost meet, only to just miss each other.

You don’t know how to take what happened. The admission after - everything you’ve ever wanted to hear, just at the wrong time.

Wishing you had been back at the lake again, instead.

Wishing you had said something, then. That you had left the stall broken, and gone home early.

Because while it doesn’t really change things, you still reeling with the change from the slow, idyllic life you’ve become accustomed to. The two sides of the coin, of the man you’ve come to love.

That heaviness between you swells - cracking open, with the silhouette of figures against the horizon.

That fear creeps back again, as you look to him. Leaning into the hand at your shoulder once more, tucking you amongst the grove.

But it’s not the men from last night.

The ones that slip through the trees look like him. Gleaming helms, covered head to toe.

Long capes and blasters at their hips, a commanding voice ringing out from the woman whose gold helmet is adorned with twin horns.

"Djarin."

A name, a title, you think - you cannot tell. But dread still curls in your stomach, mirroring the ache when his blade had arced through the air.

You wonder if they were the ones looking for him. Wonder where they’ve been, how they knew-

“You must have known we’d come for you. That it would lead you to us.” Her head cocks, as she takes him in. Voice turning sharp, cracking like a whip.

"You’ve been gone too long. You toe the line of dar'manda, mand'alor.”

He flinches, as one last phrase is uttered.

“Ibic haar Yust.”

This time the words - what is spoken - does something to him.

Din’s posture straightens, as if awakening from a long slumber. Hands methodical with the way they drop to the clip at his waist, unlatching his helmet.

Your Mandalorian disappears beneath, his voice distorting with his dutiful echo.

“This is the way.”

He leaves your side, and your brow knits. Hand reaching for the tattered cape as he goes to them, though the fabric slips through your fingers.

The pit in your stomach drops, as you call after him - panicked.

That single syllable stretches long.

Becoming lost to the wind.

He doesn't answer. Doesn’t react. Doesn't turn, as he rejoins his clan. Melding in with the others - their figurehead back in place, after weeks of searching. The darksaber back where it belonged, calling out with spilt blood, until it could find its way home.

After all, that name was never yours.

And neither was he.

thank you for reading, and thank you again freya for this event! it was so fun to use your images for inspiration, and to tap into that angst

cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

cyare - beloved

Ibic haar Yust. - ‘this is the way’

dar’manda - the state of being ‘not mandalorian’

mand’alor - leader of the mandalorians

#read #bookshelf #din djarin fic #angst challenge shelf #angst fic #almostfoxgloveangst2 #ficrec #fics i love #jfc i need a cigarette and then i need to read this a third time

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starlight-time-machine · 2 years ago

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Week in Review

10/29/2023 – 11/04/2023

Sunday

Started the day off rewatching Starry Diamond, which Revue Starlight put on their YouTube channel to promote the Starry Session Band Live. I first watched this live when I wasn’t fully into my Starlight phase, so watching it back is really fun… Maho always brings the drama, and Mimorin showing up during Fly Me to the Star is so sweet… Fancy You was really emotional too…

Handsome Must Die’s ending was, as expected, bombastic. It was surprising that Yuri never revealed who she really was, I personally would’ve loved that moment of connection (and because I ship Yuri with Go), but I guess there wasn’t any time. In the end, I’m just glad to see Yuri, Go, Inukai, and Ban live their best handsome idol lives. Overall I’d say Handsome Must Die is a 6/10 for me.

Undead Unluck was pretty amazing, I don’t even have any insightful things to say other than that. The reverse roundtable is an insane reveal, and I’m really looking forward to learning more about it.

As soon as I saw all of them in that goddamn van again I knew they were going to get into another accident LMAO (Ichinose). Things were wrapping up pretty neatly beforehand, with the parents just being like we’re sowwy Sota and the family taking their long-promised trip together, but of course something went wrong because Taizan 5 reserves the last page of every single chapter for a twist. I’ll reserve my final thoughts for when the manga finishes, but overall I’m just relieved that it’s almost over. I’m pretty sure this accident is just a fake out to have an ironic cliffhanger moment, but if they genuinely have amnesia in the next chapter then lol. Lmao, even.

The Oshi no Ko chapter was pretty solid, it’s great to see things from Memcho’s perspective. I’ve always enjoyed how mature and coolheaded she is under that :3 streamer shell. Considering how pretty much all of the past characters and even whatever that little girl is are being brought into this production, I wonder if this is going to be the final arc…or perhaps the lead up to Aqua (and Ruby?)’s final confrontation with their father…

Dandadan 126: C’MON RIN!!! FULFIL YOUR IDOL DESTINY AND SING!!!

Magilumiere 89: I liked that little detail of Niko raising his hand to his face like the classic ojou-sama ohoho laugh. AND LMAO HIM BEING HANDED THE NON-ALCOHOLIC CIDER… But other than that, there are some dark rumblings happening at this party… I’m excited for next week.

Hmmm I’m a little tempted to drop Akane-banashi and check back in once it’s ended, but I do want to keep seeing Karashi…but it just feels like they keep introducing new characters with new gimmicks and I can’t keep any of them straight anymore.

One Piece 1096: Woah…younger Garp looks good…woah we got a lot of young designs…and little Kuma is so cute…and it’s so bittersweet to see Kuma and Ginny enjoy their freedom…

I’m intrigued by this new Chloe character in the SpyFam chapter. It’s great that she imparted some truth to Yuri, but of course he takes the wrong lesson from it lol. It’s interesting to see that he seemingly has a single moment of realization that Yor would be sad if Loid was arrested (before he denies it in a cognitive dissonance sort of way), but I can imagine this dynamic coming into play when the inevitable final conflict finally rears its head. In general, I’m kind of itching for some shift in the status quo of SpyFam…I know we just had a close call between Loid and Yuri, but that’s all it was, a close call, and now we’re back to none of them knowing anything about each other… but I imagine the mangaka would want to stretch this series out as far as they can, so we still have a ways to go.

Cipher Academy 46: YAY ANON-CHAN APPEARS! And I love that her fake name card also got slashed lol AND YOSAIMURA??? OH MY GODDDDDDD YESSS I LOVE WHEN GIRLS ARE SCARY AND THREATENING WOOOOO AND WOW I think this is the first time we’ve truly seen a crack in Kogoe’s cool demeanor…and Yosaimura’s hand on Kogoe’s cheek is so sjdkfjgsjhdfkl her ikemen vibes are absolutely insane. I’m also curious about this air graveyard Kogoe mentioned? And I wonder why she’s worried about Kyora (and Iroha) to the point of stacking the deck in their favour…is it just because of their friendship? Or is there a genuine threat in this metaverse? LMAO ANON LEARNING HER LESSON FROM THE TRILEMMA AND JUST THANKING YOSAIMURA we love to see growth. Aw she’s so cute with a flower in her hair…and this duo is really interesting. And the next chapter is looking to be really fun! God I love Cipher Academy!!!

Monday

I had already started reading volume 2 of the Kusuriya light novels a while ago, but I continued today on account of feeling the itch for more Kusuriya. I feel ambivalent about this Outer Palace arc though – I like the ambiance and the characters and the politics of the Rear Palace too much to really enjoy this new setting, and it feels like the some of the mysteries are just plopped onto Maomao’s lap without her really having stakes in them. From reading the manga, I know that these seemingly disconnected occurrences are indeed building up to something, but I’m looking forward to getting that over with and returning to the Rear Palace.

I also continued watching the Starry Diamond live – finally the other schools make their appearance! (It’s really funny seeing the bottle of ponzu just chilling on the stage…foreshadowing for later). Oni Kurenai was so fun, as was Chou ni Natte, but of course my oshi school is Siegfeld. It’s so sad that Yume couldn’t make it though… but Platinum Forte was great, Nossan’s head voice in the “higeki to kigeki” line was great, and Rose Poems WAS INSANEEEEEEEEEEE AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Nossan and Tonopii’s voices go so well together and their harmonizing is so beautiful and the DANCE and the HAND HOLDING and the WISTFUL GAZES this brought me back to my AkiShio era so hard.

After Rose Poems, we started getting into the Starry Diamond songs, and I remember the lead up to this album/live so fondly…listening to the previews on loop…trying to predict the groups/who would win the revues…I even bought the album off of Japanese iTunes so I could get my hands on the full Zeus no Chuusai as quickly as possible…yeah, the story elements of these songs kind of went nowhere, but the songs and performances themselves are still a blast. FutaKao’s bickering/flirting is so cute…also this is a cool chance to see the other schools’ weapons in use. It’s also interesting to see the beginnings of this FutaKao TamaRui square dynamic when they were still working out the writing before Arcana Arcadia completely changed the landscape.

OHHHHHH MY GOD FUMI AND SHIORI DOING THEIR LAST REVUE INTRO LINE TOGETHER IS SO AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AND FUMI AND SHIORI FIGHTING!!! AND MINNA DE LET’S PONZU!!!! AND FUMI SHIORI DANCING TOGETHER!!! Zeus no Chuusai will always be a banger. Oh my god Aiai looked so stunning when she claimed Position Zero… also it’s so funny how this became like the first of five times where Fumi and Shiori reconcile with each other…sisters are just like that huh. Also it’s really interesting to see how the non-Seisho costumes are so rudimentary at this stage, they really improved things for the stage play versions.

Aghhhh I’m so so so sad that Yume couldn’t make it to this live, Gyoshite literally has a bunch of my favourite girls in it and she would’ve slayed the performance so hard… YESSSSSSSSSS SATOHINA WITH THE BARSSSSSSSSS Agh Yume would’ve been so good at this choreo… I like how when Lalafin hits the ground with her hammer, Junna and Yuyuko jump to avoid the shockwave like she’s a Mario boss…

WOAGH the way Maya and Nana combined their last revue intro lines was so cool… MIKORON SPINNING HER SCYTHE AROUND LIKE A…LIKE A WHIP OR A LASSO OR SOMETHING JSDFKLSJDF Okay my Nana oshi friend is going to kill me for this but I can’t help loving Maho in this song SHE IS GIVING 1000%!!!!! SHE IS SADISTICALLY DELIGHTING IN DISARMING BANANA AND HER MANIACAL EVIL SMILE IS SOOOOOOOOOO AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH This really was a Betrayal at Crete…

And then the emotional whiplash of going from Betrayal to Procyon, which is just a bunch of puppies running around lmao. But it’s cute, and Haruki just nails that baton toss. I have similarly little to say about the final song, but Nossan’s voice harmonizes so well with Momoyo and Mimorin’s. In hindsight, it was probably a little silly of us to theorize about who’d win each revue when there was absolutely no way they were going to let Kukugumi, the ones that like 80% of the audience were there to see, lose to some random girls from the mobile game. But hopefully that’ll change for the Arcana Arcadia live (I’m still holding onto hope)…

God Mimorin’s solo lines in Star Divine give me the chills every time… AGHH MIMORIN CRYING IN HER CLOSING REMARKS AND EVERYONE HUGGING HER AND TEARING UP… I REALLY DO LOVE KUKUGUMI… Revue Starlight is just a magical franchise because it really feels like everyone involved with it loves it wholeheartedly and is in awe of its brilliance… I’m really glad that I’m alive to experience this franchise. Now I’m super super super hype for Starry Session, the first real Kukugumi live in like four years…

Read a bit more Kusuriya before I fell asleep, and felt so relieved when we were finally plopped back into the Rear Palace.

Tuesday

Finished reading Kusuriya volume 2. Despite the somewhat rocky road it took to get to the end, it’s satisfying to learn about Maomao’s family and give her parents a happy ending. Also, I didn’t think too much of Basen’s introduction in the manga, but seeing him being explicitly described as being close to Maomao’s age and disposition makes me wonder if he’ll be involved in a love triangle with Maomao and Jinshi in the future…obviously Maomao and Jinshi are endgame, but I wouldn’t mind some more romantic drama since Maomao is so fun in her obliviousness in this sphere.

The new Chainsaw Man chapter was fun, it’s great to see Quanxi back in action again.

I got started on Kusuriya volume 3 because I couldn’t help myself, and I love being back in the Rear Palace again. Maomao navigating the social climate in regards to Gyokuyou’s pregnancy is already super compelling, with her paying attention to the details of her clothing and any substances that have suspiciously made their way in…this is the level of drama I’m down for.

Wednesday

I read like two more pages of Kusuriya volume 3 but I was mostly just busy today.

Thursday

The same thing happened today OTL

Friday

I think I’ll always be itching for my Undead Unluck anime fix every Friday, and here we are. It’s a more lowkey episode both in story and in animation, but after last week’s episode I genuinely don’t mind. I’m all for productions taking a break on some episodes to focus their energy on other, bigger episodes…like next week’s, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Andy shooting his fingers at the Round Table only for everyone to parry it is such a cool intro…and it’s fun to get a glimpse into what everyone’s deal is. I love how chill Billy is, it’s very funny :) And surely he’ll be a chill guy for the whole show right haha. And Juiz is sooooooo cool aghhhhhh and the reveal that this is all in the name of killing God is so fun hehe and I love the slick typography they did when they were explaining the quests… AND SEAN MENTION WOOO Also I liked seeing some of the Shaftisms creep in in the episode’s direction lol I feel like I lose my vocabulary so badly when I talk about the Undead Unluck anime, like all I can say is it’s cool or fun etc. but it is!!!! I’m having so much fun!!!! I haven’t had this much fun with a shounen battle series since One Piece or Hunter x Hunter!!! I once saw a tweet about how a lot of modern shounen try to imitate Naruto or Bleach, but Undead Unluck is one of the only ones that set out to imitate One Piece and I think that’s so accurate… It really feels like there’s a whole world to explore, with so many different characters and abilities… I was a One Piece kid growing up so I’m definitely in this camp of shounen philosophy, and I’m having such a great time with Undead Unluck’s modern take on it. I’m so excited for next week!!! I hope I can see my boy Shen be unsettling!!!!!

Saturday

Kusuriya also had a pretty lowkey episode this week, but I enjoyed Maomao doing her little mushroom hunts and handiwork projects, as well as the Jinshi/Maomao moments. But next week’s Garden Party is what I’m really looking forward to.

SpyFam’s cruise ship arc is starting off strong! It’s fun to see Loid being the comic relief while Yor gets an emotional arc where she re-examines her feelings to this constructed family of hers and her career. I also love this arc for its structure, where a bunch of people converge onto one point or location. As Anya would say, it’s all very waku waku.

#week in review #2023

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whoslaurapalmer · 3 years ago

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okay i am still having too many thoughts about the power of the doctor. just gonna cluster them all together in one post to get them all out of the brain

-i know i’ve only seen dhawan!master for honestly a hot five minutes (besides occasionally watching some clips on youtube when i go ‘okay but the master though. what a character.’) but i know the theory that like. the regeneration order could’ve went simm!master -> dhawan!master -> then missy and honestly. yeah i 100% see it. i get it. yeah yeah yeah -i mean it makes sense either way but. boy does it work terribly well if missy was after dhawan -i say this having seen very little of missy as well, but -ra ra rasputin, though. lil dancey musical number......... -oh my god when he said something like. ‘don’t let me go back to being me’ the absolute screeching noise i made

-yes i do think i would’ve figured out dten was coming even if i hadn’t known. or i would’ve at least been........VERY concerned and considered something would happen. ‘i am the doctor, and you will obey me’ being a callback to not only ‘i am the master, and you will obey me’ but also. very much reminded me of ‘the laws of time are mine, and they will obey me’ -thirteen’s hand getting the regeneration glow and god what was it she said???? it was something so along the lines of ten’s ‘it’s not fair’ that i was like ‘mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM M M M’ -a regeneration that didn’t pan out right. and then a regeneration that did happen -a bunch of companions getting to pilot the tardis, like in journey’s end......

-i don’t even go here (because. again i am still watching eleven) but i think yaz deserved better. -i mean????? damn. she just gets. dropped off -yes she is not the first one to just get dropped off but. i don’t know i thought there would be........something.......more............ -the ice cream was very sweet, though.

-YAZ PILOTING THE TARDIS, THOUGH?????? -LOVE ME A COMPANION GETTING TO PILOT THE TARDIS!!!!!!! ALWAYS WILL!!!!!!!!! -her little sticky notes!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-yaz: why am i talking to the tardis?? me: BECAUSE SHE’S ALIVE!!!!!!! LET HER BE INVOLVED!!!!!!!!

-i didn’t imagine it, right. i didn’t imagine yaz saying she dropped off everyone else in CROYDON

-i don’t think it had like a. great sense of.......... -okay i mean i’ve seen literally very little of thirteen up to this point. -but i don’t feel like there was........the vibe of a......finale, i guess.......... -i don’t know, maybe it did have a better build up to it that i just missed, idk -it felt like, average?????? like, yeah, alright. regular doctor who fare -i didn’t even like. especially feel concern for kate offering to get converted in order to buy them all time. like, figured it would just work out and wouldn’t happen. cause kate has a certain degree of plot armor, even in doctor who where the concept of plot armor is occasionally very sketchy

-me, watching the cybermen and the daleks in the same room: the daleks have no concept of elegance.......... -i mean especially with the fancy gallifrey cybermen

-oh my goddddddd master!doctor though. that was. a lot going on there -putting on the pieces of previous classic doctors.......... -like.......there is thirteen’s enthusiasm, radically tempered by The Master and everything that entails. dragging yaz along and then threatening her. yaz ejecting him from the tardis and his certainty that she would come back for him. and she does, technically. to get the doctor, but. -the doctor’s companions always come back for the doctor. in one way or another. and right now the master is the doctor, so yaz will come back. -the master and the doctor’s companions are just........tooooooooo many thoughts -i do think that maybe the master is jealous in some way of some of the companions. and delgado!master even like........came to kind of respect jo, a little -doesn’t he even apologize to her at some point for getting her wrapped up in his ongoing dramatic ex divorce schemes between him and three???? -but not jealous of like, the companionship. jealous of the closeness to the doctor. the master has had ‘companions’ before in a very vague sense of the word but not like. actual people the master likes. whoever gets used as a ‘companion’ is a means to an end, and the end is always the doctor -yeah there’s more to put in here. there’s more to think about once i have, seen more

-godddddddd the master taking out two’s recorder and playing it while waiting for yaz was like. i will admit that was chilling!!!!! that was big uncomfortable!!!!! it was great!!!!!!

-i haven’t seen the movie but wow good for paul mcgann!!!! thumbs up

-LOVE the companion support group but IT TOOK THIS LONG TO MAKE ONE???????? -ian!!!!!!! ian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -and knowing like. who else should be there. who else could be there!!!! but companions rarely ever know about who came before them. they don’t even know

-speaking of, -ace calling thirteen professor!!!!!!!!! my heart!!!! absolutely everything!!!!! aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-ACE JUST HAS HER JACKET AND BASEBALL BAT CONVENIENTLY STORED IN THE FLOOR AT UNIT -YEAH OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE MY GIRL HER JACKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -and she got to smack a dalek again i love her so much :’)

-ace and seven was very sweet :) but what really fucking got me. was tegan and five -tegan and five!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -TEGAN AND FIVE -both of them getting to say they missed each other <3 ‘i never forget any of you’ <3 <3 <3 <3 -BRINGING UP ADRIC -goddd the way they look at each other. there’s so much heartbreak there. i love them so much. -thirty eight years!!!! -’AND YES! I WILL GET IN THE TARDIS!’ tegan is always so indignant and honestly rightfully so

-ten, my beloved. my gorgeous trashfire with a cowboy hat. my soggy little cat in a cardboard shoe box. my entire heart -oh good hair once again :)

-the ONLY reason i am not super side-eyeing rtd (any more than i already do) and anyone else for pulling back ten is bc the 60th is coming up so like, alright sure fine whatever. whatever!!! fine. okay. why not -...................and. ten.....

-you can never ever ever go back. but you are also always every single you at once (clearly!!!!!!!!!) -and isn’t that terrible :) isn’t that great :) isn’t that just terrible :)

-okay but we go from ten to, eleven, who knew gallifrey was successfully frozen in time after day of the doctor, to twelve, thirteen, who were also aware of that, right? yeah? obviously? and then we have ten, again, who was so absolutely defined by ending the time war, whether he liked it or not

-the outfit changing as well makes me go ‘is this perhaps not a straight regeneration but a........................very absurd crossing of timelines, somehow’ -i saw the pictures of dten earlier in the year, the prevailing theory that i agreed with then bc it was the only one that made sense was that it was some alternate universe situation, especially with donna -but who knows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who fucking knows

-i think ten’s arc came to the perfect conclusion. but again i DO love a ‘every you at once’ situation and the fractures that can come with that being applied to a person like the doctor

#lulu talks about doctor who #there's probably a little more i could say but. leaving it here

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write-nerdy-to-me · 3 years ago

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hey lucifer anon here again, just wanted to drop by and say i finished season 6 and oh my goDDDDDDD. i would love to hear ur thoughts and feelings if u have any

beloved lucifer anon, i finally finished the series (!!!) and i have the most Thoughts & Feelings. i laughed, i cried, i screamed, i cried some more. it’s been a while since my last true spiral, and god, it's exhilarating. i’d never written a meta spec piece before, and after 5b aired, i was less certain about godadiel—sorry, amenagod. but the show wasn’t over yet and i held onto hope, all the while reluctantly letting myself get used to the idea of lucifer ascending to godhood. i was hanging by a thread through s6 up to those moments when lucifer and amenadiel have their huge revelations. i lost my shit when lucifer admits he doesn’t want to be god; i had to keep myself from screaming “I KNEW IT” after amenadiel says he's going to be god (almost waking up everyone in my house at 3am -- a theme for me this season that was kicked off by the reveal of who rory is !!!!!).

anon, i was flying high, i was chomping at the bit, i was feral. this season has left me with brainworms for days, confirming so many wild theories (#1 dad mug, i’m looking at you, motherfucker), and making me think back to all the seeds that were planted and now harvested, and of course leaving me melting into the floor from all the deckerstar love. (i think the only thing i was truly unprepared for was "welcome to the black parade" playing at the end djsldjsl my emo heart was NOT ready for that!!!)

i really want to delve more into my Thots(tm) about this season and the arcs as a whole, but with my brainworms raving it up, anything i do will just be me going !!!!! at everything. for right now, i’m just going to soak in the show gently kissing me on the head and giving me such good fucking food. the glass i'm chewing is delicious.

#anonymous #lucifer #netflix lucifer #lucifer s6 #anon thank you for your patience i know this ask is a year old and you've probably forgotten about it but i didn't #at the moment my thoughts boil down to ''holy shit i was RIGHT?''#hilarious to me that linda didn't know lucifer didn't want to be god but i did #there are a few things that i'm disappointed about #like trixie not being as involved (though i understand why)#and lucifer having to leave his family again unable to see them for thousands of years #and a few other things that i think maybe they just didn't have time for or were extremely limited with what they could do #i can forgive that but that doesn't mean i don't wish the season had given a little more y'know?#it's okay #i'm easily bought with the amount of deckerstar love we got #don't get me STARTED on their last dance or the beach scene holy SHIT #honestly the longer i sit with what s6 wanted to accomplish the more i understand the choices that were made #don't touch me i'm feral #nerdy replies

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Miss Thang clearly has a watch kink and I bet one night, she’s out with the girls and passes this expensive store and finds this gorgeous watch. She instantly gets wet at the thought of Bill wearing it and swipes her credit card faster than her friends even notice she departs. She knows she’s fucked as she just blew a couple grand and when she shows Bill, his heart swells but he’s also tempted to give her a firm spanking bc she didn’t come to him first as he would have just bought it.

Oh god oh god oh god right so tiger’s watch kink, eh? God, I think I junk-punched my own lady bits with that piece. It still hurts. Just the thought of a real expensive watch on that thick wrist, his forearm all tense, those beautiful long fingers...

No. No Lei, focus.

Look alright, tiger sees the watch. Tiger loves the watch. Tiger needs to see the watch on Bill’s wrist. Tiger needs to feel the metal of the clasp stinging into her backside as he spanks her while WEARING the watch. Tiger and her cute little oral fixation, I’ll bet she wants to suck on the watch.

ANYWAY. She buys it. Puts it on his pillow. She has no idea how she’ll actually pay for it, but she’s really not sure she gives a damn--the watch practically pushed her into a small space just as she looked at it from the glass window. She was powerless over whatever happened next.

But look, Bill gets home. Heads to his room to change--and sees the box on his pillow. And he’s not mad, because I’ll bet he’s already figuring out what the hell was going through her mind. Bill can read her like a book, and he knows about her affinity for big watches, her affinity for his hands, he knows all of it. Tiger can’t hide anything from him. So he probably knows that she did it not to spend an insane amount of money on him, but she did it....almost as a request. A tiny, tiny request for a good spanking? Not necessarily as punishment, just for her own sheer pleasure.

Bill straightens his back instinctively, runs his fingers over the watch--it’s beautiful. He can see why she liked it. Big but understated, a sharp leather strap, heavy and solid steel. He clasps it, then goes out to find her. She’s sitting on the couch pretending to read, watching him from the corner of her eye--so Bill just pulls his move. His move. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands tall and he crosses his arms. That’s his move--and it gets her attention every time. Because it’s strong, it’s authoritative, it’s stern. She looks up at him sheepishly.

And again, Bill doesn’t say a goddamn word. But he slowly unfolds one arm, and points to the ground in front of him. Tiger stands immediately, putting her book down and walking over to him. She stands in front of him instead of kneeling--just a slight defiance, a tad bratty, and all Bill does is duck his head. Bends at the knees to catch her gaze, challenge her, a silent you sure this is how you want to play it, kid?��threat. Dare her to disobey again. Tiger bites her lip, and then eases down to her knees.

Bill snaps his fingers in front of her face, and her gaze sets on his.

“Is this how it works now?” he asks. And it’s not threatening, it’s not angry, it’s just....even. Chilly, a tad. “You showering me in expensive gifts?”

“No,” she murmurs. Bill cups her cheek, and it’s done purposely--just so she can feel the leather on her face, the cool clasp of it.

“What’s this, then?” he brushes the dial of the watch gently across her nose, runs his thumb over her lips but pulls it away as she tries to latch onto it.

“It’s a beautiful watch,” she mumbles, “I wanted you to have it.

“And what did you want me to do with it?”

It’s the million dollar question.

Embarrassed, she looks down at her lap but he snaps his fingers again and her gaze darts to his. I’ll bet he crouches then--since tiger gets so much pleasure from spanking too he needs to really make it clear when it’s punishment and when it’s not. This is not punishment, so he’s so much softer with her. He crouches down, running his thumb across her lips again and easing it inside when she opens for it.

“If you tell me, I’ll give it to you,” he coaxes, “Anything, kid.”

She whines a bit, seems like she’s struggling to get it out, but he’s patient with her.

“Spank me,” she mumbles. Bill smiles, slow and dangerous.

“Good girl,” he praises.

And goddddddd it’s heaven. He gives it to her so hard, using only his left hand. Lets her feel the bite of the leather and the metal against her backside--oh fuck, does he do it in front of a mirror so she can see? He totally does it in front of the mirror so she can see his hand, his wrist.

Fuck.

But like, also--it’s a goddamn expensive watch that tiger is way too proud to admit that she can’t afford. And Bill knows how angry she gets when he tries to throw money at her--so he doesn’t say anything. The next morning, they have coffee together. It’s cuddly and soft and wonderful, and while tiger is at work, he just very quietly goes back to the store, talks with the owner, gets the charge reversed on tiger’s credit card, and charges it to his own.

Tiger is still furious when she finds out, and Bill just rolls his eyes. Maybe the spanking that night is definitely in punishment.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #watch kink #sub tiger

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bucksbisexual · 5 years ago

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episode 9 opinion that no one asked for,,, letsgo

..................holy shit

pt 1 of the episode was like that glee episode where literally every couple breaks up I HATE IT HERE

WHY WAS MINT BROUGHT BACK GIRL U LEFT IN KMA WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE BYEEEEEEE

AND HOW DOES SHE KNOW NON(T)

speaking about non(t), yOU LITTLE SHIT YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF TRASH I HATE YOUR ASS SO MUCH OH MY GODDDDDDD I HOPE U CHOKE ON A DICK AND DIE

for legal reasons i have to say that non(t) is a fictional character from a fictional world

god i spent half of this episode angry at this little SHIT

the other half was pain. just.. pain

the only good thing i have to say is that rain was so accepting of mork i cri i love him pls rain be my friend

another good thing was mork telling manow that he didn’t like her because that means: more rain x manow!!!!!!!!!!!! heck yeah bitches

also mork working at that cafe is just him being PETTY. p e to the mf t t y

sun not even listening to either of them was stupid like dude u really think mork would have injured himself that badly if he had fought back??????? true dumbass energy

also that moment where kao sits next to his mom.. i literally had to pause the episode to breathe properly because i thought it was gonna happen.... him coming out to his mom....... but he didn’t and that was so mf relatable yall....... finding a moment where you can come out but not doing so because of how you think your family will feel/think........... it’s the worst and when he started crying my eyes watered.... i love kao so much

also yes i’m commenting on everything that happened other than the main thing because it hurt like a lil bitch

i’m guessing it’s a break up???? and not a big fight??????? i don’t know how they see it but i see it as the reason why i will go to sleep cRYING

there was this one scene where they were all seated and thada and june ask pete what their relationship was and kao appears and pete got up and damn my man got CAKE

i had to stop the episode because i could only focus on that,,,, i’m truly exposing myself here KJDHSFHS

but god when they’re at the pool and pete tells him that he will never have another chance to speak to him because he didn’t want to speak to him ever again or sumn like that.......... MY HEART

when pete pressed the teddy bear and the message came on along with the memories....... consider me a cry baby all you want but a bitch teared up. i’m a bitch

i can’t talk about pete being angry without talking about sandee being the voice of reason. we stan a woman

honestly where would pete even be without sandee????????? i haven’t watched any of the kiss dramas but it looks like they were friends from long ago and knowing how much of a troublemaker pete is this girl deserves her own throne

i’m not gonna watch ep10 rn because thatsenoughpainforonedaythankyouverymuch but the teaser for it......... i hate non(t)’s ass so much

okay that’s it this is so long im so sorry omgdjfksg see u probably tomorrow with the ep10 version of this okay bYE

#dark blue kiss #dbk the series #dbk #dbk reaction

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Please give me all your thoughts on the basic eight

whenever i think about this book i still feel, oh god daniel handler really did that he did that godddddd i love this book

the aesthetics, the unreliable narrator, the witty clever quotes and the metaphors, all the flannery & natasha moments, the complicated friendships between them all, all the foreshadowing all the hinting all the unsubtle hints telling you that adam’s going to be murdered on the night of halloween, and then that plot twist that stops me cold and i feel like falling like a cartoon character running and reaching the end and gravity takes over that goddamn plot twist, all the little things i felt kind of off kind of weird but did not piece them together until the reveal and suddenly they make sense

the rest under keep reading because this got long

when i got to the part about flan not remembering last night and the next morning natasha directing her to change her clothes and stuff and then everyone was shielding flannery from adam’s sister, i thought the eventual reveal would just be flan’s going to find out that natasha and the others are covering for her, that flan’s going to realize/remember that killed adam. and then while we did discover she did i totally did not expect natasha being someone flan invented being a part of her imagination and godddddd that reveal that reveal

“Who?” Douglas asked simply, blinking.

Simply. The planet turned over, and the light shone in such a way as it hadn’t for a long time, not since I don’t know when.

This part still makes me almost shudder and exhale and overwhelmed. Simply. Simply. Simply.

and then suddenly certain weird stuff that made me feel off made sense like i was always mildly irritated that flora was there (probably because flan’s was irritated at this and we’re reading from her pov) and i just kept wondering why she’s there all the time like she’s not part of the group, and then there’s flan saying the press calling flora whistle blower and part of the group the basic EIGHT being wrong and something felt off and then we discover that of course she’s part of the EIGHT because natasha wasn’t real … like goddd it was in front of me all along. and then i suddenly understood why douglas had insisted that flora’s her friend she’s part of them too and then i reread and find little stuff like natasha and flan saying same things in sequence and someone else saying “you just said that” it was right THERE ahhhhh. and the question about who took the picture made sense. the position of natasha in the photo beneath everyone made sense. everything keep mistaking flan for natasha at the party made sense everything made sense

and when you think about it there’s so much foreshadowing (speaking of which, the car trunk one is a favorite of mine) and flan keeps telling us how this would end with a murder and sometime when you think you know what’s going to happen but then you still get get so struck so shock at the plot twist except it’s something that makes sense and explains the weird little points you felt off

goddddddd this book. this book.

all the flannery/natasha moments ….. their conversations, flannery’s envy of how perfect and beautiful natasha is, flan saying she missed her when typing this out in prison, flan describing her looks and her vibes, and intimate scene before the party their gazes at each other their eyes on each other studying each other closely standing closely body almost touching just…… ahhhhhhhhhh this scene THIS SCENE. i was so mesmerized in it before The Reveal and i was still mesmerized when rereading after knowing The Reveal but also a whole other bunch of complicated emotions too but also like i could understand flan doing this.

like while i haven’t actually imagined someone up in my life and deeply believing them to be real, but i think, growing up, we all have imagined up a whole imaginary world in our heads and imagined ourselves as one of the characters in this world and there’s this pretty girl with wavy brown hair and perfect features beautiful and clever and ruthless and enchanted everyone in this little imaginary world of ours naturally including ourselves in this universe and we’re close friends and i liked her and admired her and we occasionally kissed just for fun but we’re not dating dating you know it’s just for fun she lured other people boys our age fell at her feet she enchanted them she dated them but they came and went and i was there. like, yknow, just your ordinary imaginary world inside one’s head kind of stuff.

now where was i again

oh yes. flannery and natasha ….. i love them.

but i also love other characters i think especially douglas he and flan’s friendship is so so so good and i’m incredibly fond of that. lovers to friends and also mlm wlw solidarity and anyway i love them. kate is also a favorite, the queen bee, she charms me and i love how she was like “we can do this” at the end and planning and all and just. yeah. i feel like there are still a lot about other characters i find interesting and love but this is getting long and i’m getting incoherent (i say, as if i have ever been coherent at all) and i think i’ve covered quite a lot about my thoughts on this book so i think i’m going to end this here

#answered #quostquartet #the basic eight

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jjungkooksthighs · 3 years ago

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GODDDDDDD 😩😩😩😩😩😩 JUNGKOOK PLEASE 😻😻😻 JESUS literally going insane at the thought of reading the new chapter whenever it comes out and tbh I reread chapter 11 every now and again bcs idk the whole series is literally so yummy 😋😋😋 Jungkook in coc is literally everything I could hope for tbh 😩 also I rlly like the abbreviation of the name. COC LMAOOOO anyway keep doing what you're doing bcs dear lord is it good 💘🤩🫶

This makes my heart feel so full. Coc is definitely a project I have grown very attached to and so to see something like this be said about it is something I’m very happy to be able to receive.

When I first began drafting the story, the title didn’t come to me at first. It actually came last! And when it did come to me, I knew without a doubt that that would be the name for this story. Coc is too good an abbreviation for a piece like this, after all.

Anyway, I thank you for your interest in my work and appreciate your kind words !

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sterekgala-blog · 8 years ago

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A rec list will be posted every day with a few of our favorite Sterek Christmas fics, and a masterpost of all our rec lists will be posted on the 31st. Requests are always welcomed!

New Year’s Countdown Rec List #6

Staying by superagentwolf || 4.5k

Stiles shows up at Derek's apartment door one day asking to stay. Derek surprises them both by accepting. He does his best to make Stiles feel safe and he doesn't ask. Eventually, though, Stiles tells him.

Super heartwarming h/c fic that makes me feels all sorts of feelings!

You’ve got me slippin’ and a slidin’ by ElisAttack || 3.5k

The snowmobile stutters to a halt on the banks of the river and Derek smiles when he sees a few ravens flying in circles in the distance. The salmon are here.

“Seems like I’m your lucky charm,” Stiles says with a wink.

Or the one where Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

THIS RIGHT HERE IS A FREAKING GEM! GO READ IT, READ IT NOW!

Reindeer in the (Library) Closet by Rainfallen || 3k

Derek just wanted to put the spare network cables away and escape from Erica, not get accosted in the storage closet by a boy wearing the most atrocious Christmas sweater he's ever seen. On second thought, though, the accosting maybe wasn't such a bad idea.

Alive Hales???? Librarian Derek???? ‘Please pretend to be my boyfriend to avoid my dick of an ex’???? WHERE HAS THIS FIC BEEN ALL MY LIFE!?

Can't Be Seen Alone by Skinsharpendedteeth (Gavinscotts) || 40k

Derek needs a date for his company Christmas party to prove to his ex-alpha, Kate, that he is over her. With the help of Issac, Boyd, and Erica (mainly Erica) they find Stiles, the company psychologist and unassuming Alpha. Fake loves turns real when chemistry abounds but will their budding romance survive Kate's psychotic tendencies?

This was a piece written for the Sterek Big Bang 2016.

Have I mentioned his much of a slut I am for the pretend boyfriend's trope???? Cuz I am, and this fic is just does it so damn well

For Stiles by CelestialVoid || 1k

Derek wants to have everything ready for when Stiles returns from FBI training; it’s their first Christmas together since Stiles started the training program at Quantico and Derek wants it to be special.

Just pure fluffiness with our boys decorating the Christmas tree together

The Gift of You by AsagiStilinski || 5k

Stiles is broke, ok? And he does not have the money to be pining over an expensive collector's item- no matter how amazing it is, fortunately, (or, unfortunately, depending on your standpoint) a stranger with a heart of gold anonymously buys it for him, now Stiles is out on a mission to give the stranger a special gift of his own, trouble is.... the guy wants the one thing Stiles could never give him

I don't even know how to describe this story other than adorable!

Kiss Me on This Cold December Night by Leslie_Knope || 19k

The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

This was the perfect christmas fluff. I love future!fics and it was beautiful. I like the boys getting their shit together and having a grip on their lives :)

The Holiday by matildajones || 16.5k

It's Christmas, Stiles is alone, and he finds himself swapping Bed & Breakfasts with Cora Hale over the holidays.

AHHHH IH MY GOD THE ROMANCE! THE FLUFF! THE FEELS! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!

Practice makes perfect by bleepobleep || 3k

“So… you’re interested? Or you just said yeah because it’s what you say when you don’t know what to say.”

“Interested. In kissing you.”

Stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand. “I mean, yeah, if only to get you more comfortable with the whole dating thing in the future. I mean, we’re friends, and I want you to be happy.” He bites his lip, nervous.

Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only.

But this might be his only chance.

I love 'It's for practice but really not' fics, and this is definitely going on my 'read again' list <3

Hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by extantecstasy || 19k

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles' dormant magic has to ruin everything.

goddddddd i have heart eyes like nothing else. this was so sweet!!!!

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Submit in your favorite winter fics here so they can claim a spot on our countdown list! Any winter fics, old or new, are welcomed!!!

#Sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #stiles stilinski #derek hale #christmas #holiday fic #rec list #cou #sterek gala #new years day

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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ahHHHHhhhhhh man im gonna scream. look at my comfort couple <333 i am in love with the way you write oc and jk in love. and it makes me so happy that jk found someone that he can match with and feel comfortable being himself around. and reading about how jungkook felt like he was Too MUch... man that is so relatable. and i like how you wrote the end of jk and haerim’s relationship- that they were just 2 different people who maybe didnt understand each other’s needs. But also HAERIM HOW R U GONNA TELL SOMEONE THAT THEYRE too mucHhhh that’s literally so mean. the way you juxtaposed his past relationship with his current relationship in this fic really shows how IN LOVE he is with oc, and how comfortable he is with her. and also his own comfort in himself.

He had chuckled, had harbored this feeling of contentment, of belonging, with his best friend beside him, talking about the most mundane things. i luv jk feeling happy n safe with his bff <33

Was Jungkook too much— a handful for her to deal with? Jungkook’s love language had always been physical touch. He thought she understood that. WOwwwwww okay a very real, valid insecurity. it’s too real

“S- So pretty,” you slur, delirious. Jungkook’s not even inside of you, just has his cock resting on your hip. He thinks there might be a droplet of drool clinging to your lips. “Jungkook,” you breathe, finally lifting the other hand to his chest, thumb caressing the pretty gold clamp that is squeezing the life out of his nipple. It feels so good, and Jungkook is so embarrassed. GODDDD what an image wtf wtf wtf everything about these details- the clamps, the drool how jk feels... you write it all in soo seamlessly and set the stage so nicely. wow

And, like always, you’re in perfect step with him. Another tug at the chain, another moan torn from his lips. “So pretty for me,” you croon. It’s his line, you know it’s always been his line. i love oc getting comfortable too, with leading. THIS IS SO SEXI!! HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED!!!

he frequently makes you come various times in one night, sometimes in the span of a few minutes —but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of this— this— overstimulation. how does it feel jungkook

look, Jungkook,” you purr, pinching the already tortured nub between your fingers, “look at your fucking tits” —feels like heaven. GODDDDDDD OC!!! my queen

You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give.

But Jungkook is the same. You match him so well, fill the gaps when he’s too shy, lay yourself out when he needs more.

<3333 they’re puzzle pieces made to fit <333

“Again?” you ask so sweetly, fingers dancing across his back.

Jungkook shivers. “Again.”

a wonderful way to round out this fic, confirming that jungkook has finally found someone he can be himself around <33

commercial break ; EIGHT

this is part of my netflix & chill series! takes place a little after part 7 :)

SUMMARY You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same. WARNINGS unprotected sex, nipple clamps, overstimulation, pretty pet names for jk, oc is so fckin horNEE, both have a high sex drive, oc is obsessed with the koobies MISC flashbacks to jk’s ex gf yes you read right!, there’s backstory yuck, taehyung the bestie, jk is just so happy where he is now <3 RATING m (18+) WC 1.9k

NOTES finally after six months….. we get a glimpse of jk’s life pre-netflix n chill 🥶 also i just rlly wanted to write jk wearing the nipple clamps hehe

Taehyung had warned him about this.

Keep reading

#jungkook rec #<33 #so good yami lol i feel like i scream on all of ur fics #hope u dont get annoyed of me someday <33

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azrielsiphons · 8 years ago

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LORD OF SHADOWS REACTION POST

I didn’t want to make an entire reading thread like I did with Lady Midnight (which was kind of popular for my typical stuff, I still don’t know why, it was just a lot of flailing) because LoS is still so fresh and I’m afraid to spoil anyone who might not have the tags blacklisted. So under the cut, IN ORDER AS I READ, is my genuine LoS reactions. Enjoy my flailing.

Kit you precious little bean don’t steal daggers you should know better

JACE IS HERE SHIT SHIT SHIT

He just had to go and name drop Will in like the first five pages I am C R Y I N G

Oh Julian is being ‘scrupulously polite and kind’ over you and Mark’s “relationship”? IS HE EMMA? IS HE REALLY?

Ew Mark kissing Emma’s cheek made me want to throw up blood too, Julian

“Did he just kill Magnus?” I HOPE AND PRAY I NEVER SEE ANY VARIATION OF THAT SENTENCE EVER AGAIN

Take a shot every time I think to myself “ugh, Perfect Diego”

FUCKING HELL PERFECT DIEGO AND CRISTINA ARE BACK TOGETHER DAMMIT CRISTINA

Awwwww Ty my precious son you’re so concerned for Kit

I love Mark so much my sweet faerie child

UGH EMMA AND MARK KISSING GROSS MAKE IT STOP

CLARY TURNED DOWN JACE’S PROPOSAL HAHAHAHA WHY AM I LAUGHING

Cassandra Clare let me make something clear if you ever kill my daughter Clary Fray I will SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE

so clary is having dreams of her and emma and cortana and she knows she’s gonna die uMMMMMMMM????? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? IF MY GIRL EMMA HAS TO KILL CLARY FOR WHATEVER REASON YALL CAN CATCH ME 6 FEET UNDER THE GROUND

THAT’S RIGHT KIT YOU DEFEND TY BLACKTHORN

Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina MARK AND CRISTINA

God bless America I forgot how much I adore Jace Herondale but then at the same time he makes me miss Will and when I miss Will I want to DIEEEEEEE

take a shot everytime someone says something to the effect of “we can’t involve the Clave”

lol jace “i’m just going to haul clary off to *wink wink* get chinese food *wink wink* be back in 20 *wink wink*”

oh wait they actually just got chinese food wtf i need me a man like that

MAGNUS AND ALEC ADOPTED A SECOND CHILD NAMED RAFAEL DONT MIND ME ILL JUST BE SOBBING INTO MY BEER FOR THE NEXT HOUR

More of Ty and Livvy’s relationship pls i love sibling bonds

WTF ZARA???? PERFECT DIEGO IS CANCELLED YET. AGAIN.

“Smug bastard. Hair’s too good. I don’t trust people with hair that good.” KIT MY SON IM ADOPTING YOU IMMEDIATELY

Julian slamming the door in Emma’s face made me slam MY face into a door

“She refused to hurry her steps — not for anyone.” Note to self: be more like Cristina

okay real quick these centurions talking shit about my father magnus bane are about to find my six inch stilettos up their tight assholes bYE

okay these nazi centurions are CANCELLED

oh my gosh my smol son ty smiling at kit kill me NOW

DONT WORRY JULIAN IM RUINED TOO LAFJLKAFJ;L; THAT KISS SCENE MY GODDDDDDD

wow who would have thought i would like gwyn damn (also gwyn x diana??? im??? here for it???)

THEY’RE GOING TO THE FAERIE COURT FUCK ME UPPPPPP

NO FUCK OFF ZARA YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF

wait but… but kit and ty… but he just kissed livvy and they’re cute too… gdi

i hope emma and/or cristina rips zara’s head right from her shoulders

JULIAN AND EMMA ARE KISSING AGAINNNNN

FUCK IT WASN’T REALLY HER

FUCK

what

w h a t

W H A T

HER FATHER OH TKLEJFLMY GDO EM AM AY IT S YOUR DAD WFFJTF

jk it wasn’t her dad gdi

Diana is my mother now since she just SHUT ZARA TF DOWN

MALCOLM???????????????

oh shit yall it’s the ‘oh no we have to share a bed’ trope and i am LIVING

julian hiding his boner is my aesthetic

emma you can’t just casually mention my father luke garroway wtf

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTTT ANNABEL KILLED MALCOLM

what’s wrong with Cristina’s arm… wHAT’S WRONG WITH CRISTINA’S ARM LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE

Julian just snapped at Emma and I have never been more uncomfortable please stop fighting mom and dad

“neither julian nor emma slept well that night, though each of them thought they were the only one troubled, and the other one was probably resting just fine” real quick i just need to go drink a gallon of bleach to get over this

all these references to will and jem are really fucking me up

GDI JESSAMINE

WILL AND JEM’S HEIGHT MEASURING WALL IM SOBBING JUST LEAVE ME TO DIE

“Tessa used to come and ask me too. She wanted to know where Will was.” WHAT THE FUCK A LOT OF PAINFUL THINGS ARE HAPPENING ALL VERY QUICKLY

“I want you to be proud of me.” SHIT FUCK HELL DAMN FUCK

MARK AND THE GNOME IM CHOKING

Real quick Bridget imma need you to stop alluding to jem and will and also tell me how TF YOU’RE ALIVE

oooOOOOoooo a compartment to themselves??? HMMMMMM

Mark x Kieran x Cristina did you mean Lito x Hernando x Daniella?

ANNABEL GET AWAY FROM MY SON JULIAN

KLDKFLAJFK;AFALKL MAGNUS SAVING MY CHILDREN AT THE SHADOW MARKET IM SO FUCKING ALIVE

I love my father Magnus Bane

I LOVE MY FATHER ALEC LIGHTWOOD

Alec talking about Jace you bet your sweet ass I’m crying

On a serious note — props to CC for this representation of autism through Ty, and how Kit treats him so damn well. Very, very cool.

GWYN AND DIANA ARE ADORABLE FIGHT ME I LOVE THEM

My domestic fathers Magnus and Alec are saving my life

BRIDGET WANTS THAT LIGHTWOOD DICK EVEN STILL

All Magnus wants to do is adopt every sad downworlder alive and I LOVE HIM ALL THE MORE FOR IT

EMMA AND JULIAN HOLDING EACH OTHER IN THEIR SLEEP BYE FOREVER

Don’t worry Emma I too live on the Sexy Thoughts River and the Sea of Perversion

EMMA WANTS A SELFIE WITH A PISKIE IM CHOKING I LOVE HER

FUCK SHIT IT’S JAIME NO DRU RUN

Mark just had a sex dream about Kieran in the library I’m laughing so hard

OH KIERAN GAVE HIM THE SEX DREAM WOW KINKY I NEED ME A FREAK LIKE THAT

Actually wait I change my mind fuck you Kieran that wasn’t cool of you

THE PLATE OF SCONES IM CRYING I MISS YOU SOPHIE AND GIDEON

NO SIR JAIME YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER DRU YOU INSOLENT FUCKBOY

DAMN can CC write so freaking well holy shit

but are Cristina and Mark kissing because they love each other??? or because of the binding spell?????? will the world EVER KNOW????

POLYAMORY???? WHAT??????

Kit and Ty are … the … most adorable thing… in the whole world…

“It's a burden being sarcastic” I’M CHOK ING TO DEATH

FUCK YOU EREC FIRST YOU COME AFTER MY DAUGHTER CRISTINA NOW I FIND OUT YOU TORTURED MY SON KIERAN???

Jaime is evil I can smell it

MOM AND DAD ARE FIGHTING MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPPPP  Julian appearing out of nowhere sitting on a boulder in the pouring rain completely Unbothered™ like name a more iconic entrance

DADDY JULIAN HAS EMERGED HOT DAMN SHOVE HER AGAINST THAT WALL DADDY FUCK HER REAL GOOD I need to chill i'm sorry

BREAK MY HEART BREAK IT IN PIECES

Gdi Dru

SLAP HIM CRISTINA YES MY QUEEN

Wait... shit is Jaime actually a good guy? DAMMIT

MAGNUS CAUGHT THEM LOLOLOL he isn't even concerned though bc he knows parabatai love each other extra hard bc he witnessed Will and Jem's love firsthand lol BYE

Who tf is Ash? I mean he's Dru's age and they just had a "coincidental meeting" so CLEARLY he's a love interest but

NO FUCK YOU JAIME I STILL DONT TRUST YOU

DIANA IS TRANS WHAT IM SO HERE FOR THIS MY STRONG WARRIOR QUEEN

Gwyn is the actual love of my life

"Pyromania interests me" Ty, my son, I love you

Dad!Julian makes me WEEP

Coincidentally, Dad!Alec ALSO MAKES ME WEEP

PRETENTIOUS HAIR PRINCE JENXKAOOAJW EMMA I FUCKING ADORE YOU

MAGNUS NAME DROPPED MY MOTHER MAIA OMG

Emma referring to implied polyamory as a sexy weirdness is ME

Pffffffft Kieran calling Diego the "very handsome stupid one" is ALSO MEEEEEEE

"The bad things can't matter more than the good things" Cristina....... my daughter........

Ty's letter GOODBYE ALL IM DONE

HELEN OMGGGGGGGG

Kieran ain't got time for your SHIT Robert

MAGNUS NOOOOOOOOOO

Sassy!Alec defending his man and not dealing with Bigot!Zara's bullshit I’m so wet

OH MY GOD ROBERT

NANSIZOANWPZOAPALWK THE MORTAL SWORD OMG

what

what.

Livvy isn't dead

No livvy isnt dead

No no

Wait what the FUCK

THATS THE E N D ????

W H A T T H E F U C K

BYE.

BYE forever I'm going to go live in a world where Livvy is alive and well because fuck all this BYEEEEEEEEEE

so like 2019…. where u at

#moe reads los #los spoilers #lord of shadows spoilers #lord of shadows #this was PAINFULLLLLLLL #O U C H #cc you've done it again #amazing #A FUCKING PLUS

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