#where people would call out gif makers for their rant

[yannaryartside]

If Sydcarmy is not engame….

This is a rant. A sad rant but still. I know we have evidence, I would go to the supreme court with it, but hear me out.

If sydcarmy is not endgame:

It would make the show a disappointment for me. It will kinda ruin it to some extent. But not only as a shipper they had her expectations unsatisfied, but as a conscious viewer. I would like to explain why.

Part 1: the meaning of their connection

I was a shipper of this relationship the moment the characters met. She was cute, awkward and brilliant. He was cute, awkward and angsty. I normally go hard for shipping character where I find both of them interesting, and I like their dynamic. This is the ship that had consumed my head the most in all my years of consuming fiction. They both have real traumas and flaws. Even if the show wasn't so obvious with its intentions, I would have shipped them until they both got their respective soulmates. These two characters taught me how complex developing a romance could be, and how satisfactory if the pieces went together. Just the fact that they are so complex and I got to ship them is something I am grateful for. I will never write romance the same way.

Now, I don't know if is the time of the month fatalism hits, but I have been recently seriously considering the fact that it may not happen. That Claire was always supposed to be Carmy’s endgame.

Part 2: potential

The first reason why I would be disappointed if they are not engame is because the concept of two people building something together while supporting each others flaws is what got me into the show. It is such a beautiful concept for a couple, and I know it works on friends, but I once read that romance appears in your life when you have to open yourself to new potentials. In Carmy, Syd saw the potential for grow and movement, in Syd, Carmy saw the potential for peace and sincerity. Not to mention I rather ship two messed up characters than one messed up character and another that the show has called “perfeft” multiple times.

Part 3: Claire

Thinking Claire bear is endgame is to admit that she has to grow of the flaws we all saw, that Carmy could make her better (wich I don't think because Claire seemed to have a lot of lack of empathy to begin with) but ok. The thing that could never work for me is that we know Syd can make Carmy feel peace but Claire can't. It is the theme of the show that a woman should learn how to be like other woman in order to maker her man happy? We will define how much good she can do to Carmy on how much peace she could bring like Syd did. That doesn't sound right to me.

Part 4: Syd

I don't think the purpose of Syd in the whole story is to be Carmy’s endgame, but a lot of her screentime so far has been defined by her relationship with him. In the good things she does for him and his family. We know she has feeling for him. We know that she has had her heart broken before and then this could break it again. Again, that is the theme of your show? That a woman needs to get her heart broken in order to grow or get to her full potential? Who asked for this?

You made her fall for a guy that may never support her creative journey, that may have defined how she view herself as an artist? That she will have to deal with her broken heart and decide to find another spot to work? Are we supposed to believe that is something good for her? You wanna to contribute to a narrative of glorifying women's pain to justify growth? You are gonna use these amazing character just to have her heart broken 3 seasons out of 4. Is that supposed to be her big lesson? Her motivation even?

Not that is justification for Carmy and Syd getting together, but what a waste of time. If you had established and denied the attraction earlier or just never make her have feelings for Carm you could have her a interesting arc worthy of such an interesting character.

Not only that, but it seems all so cruel, to create a dynamic that in friendship can make her grow but because she developed feelings for him can hurt her immensely.

Idk, maybe I just made a story on my head that I thought made sense but the author insist on disagreeing. Maybe I am making storm out of nothing since they may have us a satisfactory thing. But yet…

[johnnysnostril]

nct dream+ plus size[18+]

[as requested]

<<this one will be without mark + haechan since they were in the first one>>

where are all my plus size dreamies at? 🍑

this ones for you!

renjun

breakfast in bed every morning just to make sure that you eat in the mornings

long talks about how much he loves you and wouldn’t trade you for anyone else- not even someone smaller than you

if you were scared to eat, he would move you to a place where it was just you and him- so the two of you could eat together

texts throughout the day to remind you how beautiful you are to him

you wouldn’t have to ask for reassurance because he’d never let a moment go by to where you were feeling insecure.

if you weren’t having a good day, he would take you on a night drive and just let you rant about how you’re feeling

titty man- hickies and soft kisses would be your nightly routine

definitely missionary, with your knees pushed into your chest so he can see your tummy fold a little bit

sex with the lights on- just to make you more confident

would want you to walk around the house in your bra and underwear to remind himself that every curve on your body is his

jeno

would give your tummy a cute nickname and kiss it every morning

wouldn’t wanna get out of bed cause he loves holding you

constantly picking you up, as a reminder that you aren’t heavy to him

would write you cute notes to remind you how beautiful you are

if you were feeling insecure, he’d come home to cuddle with you and play with your hair

would want you to sit on his lap while he played video games

addicted to the way that you taste, so he would eat you out whenever he had the chance

definitely into juicy booties, so he would always be grabbing and slapping that DONK

would beat anyone’s ass if they ever said something about your weight

if you were scared to eat in front of people, he would sit directly in front of you and feed you so that nobody could watch you eat (i love this so much)

jaemin

would baby the shit out of you

kiss every part of your body that you didn’t like and would list all the reasons why you shouldn’t hate that part of your body

would cook anything you wanted, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger around this man

reverse cowgirl and backshots every night sis, do not play with him

would always have his arms around your waist, just to remind you that you aren’t “too big” to him

slow and sensual sex, issa love maker over here

always laying his head on your boobs

if you were feeling insecure, he would plan a pretty little picnic date for the two of you and give you a special gift

if you were scared to eat in front of people, he would excuse the both of you from the room and sit with you in private until you were finished eating 

hickies on your boobs in the shape of a “j” just to remind you that you’re his and you’re not going anywhere

chenle

booty man fersure but would be in LOVE with every curve on your body

would call you on facetime everyday just to see what you were wearing for the day

if you were feeling insecure, he would take you to get your nails and hair done- along with shopping

if you couldn’t find your size, he would have it made for you cause he don’t have a budget tf! his baby get her shit custom made. do not play with him

strip teases are a must

your closet would be full of lingerie just because he likes the way that it hugs your body

face riding, face riding, face riding

would always ask if you’re hungry and checking to make sure that you’ve ate

sex in front of the mirror so he could see you from the front and the back

would always remind you that you’re the most beautiful woman to him, no matter what your size is

jisung

would be confused as to why you hated your body because he thinks you’re perfectly fine

would force you to take his sweaters while he was on the road, even if you were scared that you wouldn’t fit them- just so you could have something to remember him by

if you were feeling insecure, he would start a bath for you- with candles and lots of bubbles and sit there with you so you wouldn’t feel lonely

missionary- definitely slow cause he wouldn’t wanna hurt you in any way

would want you to sleep naked with him

your thighs would be his favorite. always squeezing and kissing them

if you were scared to eat in front of people, he would ask everyone to leave the room so you could eat in peace (protect this man plz)

would force you to sit on his lap

would never want you to talk bad about yourself cause it would hurt his soul and he would want you to see what he sees

would help you love yourself and make you promise him that you would try and say nice things about your body more often

[sushis-wild-imagination]

I’ll Keep Us Safe

CATO HADLEY X READER

I’m back at it! Personally I love this. Hope y’all too!

Words: 1029 Words

PS: Not proof read

Masterlist 

Prompt List

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“Rue!” you yell out when she is stung by a bee, the same kind of bees that stung the District 1 tributes.

You managed to run but Rue got left behind. You waited behind a tree so the bees go away and you can rush to Rue to help her. You loved her like a sister. You became friends with Rue after the reaping. You were from the same district; you even promised her father you would keep her safe. You felt like you were letting down the district.

The bees went away and you rushed to her side. “(Y/n)” She called out, barely whispering.

You tried to pull her into the cave that you guys practically lived in now. You shuffled for some medicine in your bag and found a cream. You apply it to her back where it bit her.

You look at her as she was on the ground, losing life with every breath, unconscious and your mind wandered to Cato, if he was safe. You can’t lose two people you love on the same day. “He’s strong, He’s okay” you kept repeating while you were also at Rue’s side holding on to her hand so tight, your knuckles were going white.

It was getting dark, you hear ruffling outside the cave and immediately grabbed your knives, ready to attack any unwanted guests. You see a tall built frame, blonde hair, sparkling eyes. It was Cato. You were hoping he’d save Rue. Just like he saved you in the bloodbath.

Cato and you met at training and immediately hit it off. He never said he likes you or loves you, neither did you but you both knew there was something there. You knew saying it out loud would solidify it and you didn’t want that kind of emotional drama before the arena.

He’d come every night to see if you were okay, your little innocent affair had hit hard with the sponsors. Caesar asked him about his love interest and he took my name. Ever since that day we’ve had eyes on us.

“Cato” You almost start sobbing. “What happened?” He puts his sword aside and rushes to your side. “She got stung, she won’t wake up” you rub your face, you were tired, you lean your back into his chest.

“We’ll go look for some medicines tomorrow at the Cornucopia, she’ll be okay” he whispered back to you and kissed your temple. You softly nod and close your eyes. You sat there like that for a while, in silence and in his arms where you felt the safest, not leaving Rue’s hand.

 “Are you okay?” he asked.

 “Yeah, just a few bruises”

 You see Rue shuffle a little and immediately touch her face trying to help her to wake up. “(Y/n)?” she calls out, “I’m, I’m right here Rue”

You brush the hair off her face. She immediately starts to have a seizure and her eyes rolled back into her head. You didn’t know what to do but hold her hand and her face. “Rue? Rue!” You call out, patting her face gently. She slowly stops to seize and you feel her grip on your hand loosen and a canon goes off.

“No, no, no, no, no” You say to yourself. Rue was dying. Rue was dead.

You couldn’t take it. You pulled her little frame into you and held her close. You sobbed into her while Cato tries to pull you back.

“(Y/n) we have to go” he kept repeating but you didn’t want to let go of her.

Cato pried your hands off of her and grabbed your stuff, he pulled you out of the cave and behind a tree. The hovercraft would soon come to take a body away. He knew that, he was less emotional, more sensible. It was completely dark outside.

“I need you to run, okay?” he said sternly you could feel his breath on your face. He was towering over you with his arms around you with your back to the tree. He kept looking if the hovercraft landed. As soon as he saw a window, he started to run and running dragged you along. You were too weak to move.

“Cato I can’t” you start tugging at his hand, you feel your flood gates of tears opening.

“(Y/n) It’s not safe” He yelled, it startled you, but you still shook your head.

He did not listen to you and kept moving. You made good distance and found a stream. He sat you down leaning on a tree and he sat down in front of you.

“She’s dead Cato, Rue’s gone, I promised her Dad I’ll keep her safe. I told him, I’d die but I’ll make sure she comes back and she’s dead. He’s going to be so angry with me. She died. You could die tomorrow, what will I do? I could die tomorrow; we never know what the game makers want”

“They’ll kill us all” you whisper and go silent.

He lets you rant as he held your hands.

“(Y/n) look at me”, and pushed your chin to meet his eyes. Yours were brimmed up already. “Oh baby” he whispered and pulled your face to the crook of his neck.

“I’ll keep us safe, I promise”

That was the comfort you needed to push you off the edge. You start sobbing again and snake your arms around his neck. He pulls you into his lap. After some time of plain hiccuping into his shirt you pull back. The loss had hit you like a brick.

You didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to Rue and it ate you up inside. You put your forehead on his and your hands on his face. You inhaled and said,

“Cato, I love you”

You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, you didn’t want either of you to die without knowing how you really felt about him. It wasn’t fair.

You see a genuine smile on his face for the first time in a while. He slowly presses his lips to yours ever so softly.

“I love you”

[lordeasriel]

ATTWN: A Look at Miss Brent

I keep circling around the idea of writing And Then There Were None meta, like a full, proper analysis of the novel, but I just can't settle down on how to do it, cause I do have many thoughts, but I can't seem to organise them in a way it will make sense. But-

I was thinking about Miss Brent today, and she's not exactly a character I have that many thoughts compared to Vera or Armstrong, but she certainly has my interest. What strikes me stronger about her is her complacency, in a way.

Let's look at the novel first: here's this sixty-something woman, a spinster who takes on girls from local charities/orphanages to train them into proper maids or whatever. It's not an unusual thing for that time based on the rest of Christie's novels, it seemed like a common occurrence for the period. At any rate, she's very righteous, uptight, her belief is almost borderline fanatical, she never hesitates over her "innocence" in front of the accusations, and the thing is: she doesn't deny shunning the girl away.

Unlike the others, who remain resilient on their innocence (Lombard the exception cause he literally confessed right away), Miss Brent never denies that she did refuse to help Beatrice. In her own mind, she didn't do anything wrong - and if we're going there, in its fucked up way, she technically didn't do anything wrong. She had no familial attachment to the girl, she didn't have to do anything for her legally speaking; morally, of course, she should have but we don't arrest people for being morally corrupt lmao Let alone death sentence them. *coughs*

But what gets me it's her complacency. You know, I'm blaming this on the windy day, but thinking about her, sitting by herself almost all the time (including when she died), she never does anything. Unlike the others, Vera included considering how Christie often writes the women isolated, Miss Brent never gets involved in either investigating or helping them to find a way out; she just sits and knits and eventually bosses Vera around or say some mean stuff to someone. She doesn't act, which is odd for us as a reader; I mean, if I was in her spot I would have already made a signal for help, even with the bad weather lmao This book heavily traumatised me anyway--

Miss Brent doesn't act, that's my main point. In her head, I suppose she expects some sort of divine intervention, in its way; not a miracle, but you know, she expected her righteousness guaranteed her safety. She sees the other deaths as punishment, she thinks them all guilty, perhaps not the General or Wargrave, but I've no doubt she considers the rest of them wicked and deserving of the punishment, but never herself. She didn't do anything wrong, she has got nothing to feel sorry for. There is a whole section, where Vera asks Miss Brent if she is not afraid or if she simply doesn't mind dying. To which she reacts exactly like I said before, like she was above them all, like death wouldn't come for her.

Now, I will just vaguely go over the show because I think their choice of handling her was an interesting one. I like most of the choices made by show, except the ending which I'll save for another day of ranting, but Miss Brent in the show behaves similarly, but her background gets deeper. For one there was two key things - I say two because I've seen two different interpretations of this - and they were 1) repressed lesbian and 2) predator. Now, these two could coexist with each other, she could have been taking in girls to take advantage of them, but I don't know, I think it would be hard for her to do that always, so I like to think if repressed lesbian was it, then it makes more sense for her crime and her reaction. It would be related to a feeling of betrayal - "I've given you a home, a job, affection and you still went behind my back to be a whore" - and it's something Miss Brent would probably not acknowledge. She was always too religious, too righteous, so Beatrice probably haunted her more in death than she did in life: no one would believe this ragged girl over any accusations - even if there was consent on her part. But that's just beside the point.

What I mean for the show is, they go in a different direction. Miss Brent's reactions over the murders are a little more in line with her religious dynamic for the show: when Tony dies, she makes a little prayer, she worries about Mrs. Rogers state when she sees her passed out (despite the fact she humiliated her earlier over being meek and weak and so on), she has a judgemental attitude towards Vera, but even that comes from a place of almost understanding? She still judges them harshly, but she is a lot less harsh to the ones she consider less harmful (aka she is absolutely distasteful about Lombard, whose crime is easily the worst crime in the show and she thinks so).

Of course, all of her views and beliefs and behaviours are based on her own lifestyle, so she is a bit blind and biased - when Lombard points out about the missionaries crimes in Africa, after she calls him out; or when she states she couldn't imagine crossing paths with a man like him, despite the fact she knows well enough they're all there because they're guilty - so she is bound to hypocrisy every now and again. But her fanaticism from the book is turned into a proper, religious attitude; she does abide by the Bible, she condemns very little her other companions (I mean, she still judges Vera over her youth and her inertia, she judges Armstrong's lack of calm, she judges Lombard because well, because of his Existence™ lmao) She is, of course, judgmental and vain and arrogant, but this is less cartoony and more realistic. More importantly, because her beliefs are much more ingrained in her life, she is afraid. She is genuinely afraid and that is an important, key change that I genuinely like.

Miss Brent has faith, at first, that they will leave the Island, so she stills acts very coldly at first and of course, she still denies her guilt, she still claims she did the right thing and Beatrice caused her own undoing. But, the show pursues the idea that Miss Brent, upon being reminded of the event, starts to feel guilt: when she is praying she hallucinates Beatrice (hallucionation was a choice they did to convey these feelings, but you could just claim that's a memory in her head); and more importantly, before her death - which happens the day after she hallucinates - her demeanor changes entirely. She goes from trying to stay calm and resolute before the tide, to feeling weary. That's important because unlike Book! Emily, she is fully aware she has committed a sin, and now whether that is her neglect of Beatrice's pleas or her own feelings for her, that's beside the point. The point is this woman realises she is very close to meet her maker and the burden of having sinned wears her down.

Miss Brent also adds "It's only wool" when Vera is pouring her coffee (which I had to crop cause Gif size), which is her redirecting her distress to something mundane (in another scene later, Vera mentions how doing the dishes is a mundane task, which she finds soothing. In fact, seeking a sense of normalcy is a recurring theme for the show, but also for the book) and ordinary. Vera, of course, notices her distress over being hunted; she shares the feeling, and I don't want to focus too much on Vera because I'll talk about her eventually later, but this shows how Miss Brent changes drastically.

On their first conversation after the dinner, Vera's impression of Miss Brent is of an uptight, self-righteous, straight-up cruel woman and she avoids her if she can help it, and truth be told, Miss Brent does act very badly and says bad things, Vera is not being touchy about it. So when Vera lays the coffee tray, she is ready to walk away before Miss Brent addresses her (she even makes a dry remark on "There is no milk, I'm afraid", which is meant to spite Miss Brent's earlier attitude over asking for perfect eggs after Mrs Rogers died and so on), and Miss Brent talks so unlike herself, a weariness that makes Vera reconsider and come back, to pour her coffee. She feels sorry for Miss Brent, because she finally cracked like the others; Miss Brent knows now that no amount of faith might defend her from this killer, because this killer has got nothing to do with a justice kill.

She stays seated, knitting again, but when she reaches for the coffee she hesitates. She realises Vera could have poisoned it (before entering the room, since she watches Vera pouring the coffee), and then she puts it down. There is a sense of danger in her, and she has no desire to die, unlike in the book where she so casually just stays behind, unafraid in her own attitude of superiority. I like this change a lot; I think showing her fear before her God enhances her religious mania a lot more, because she truly fears Divine Judgement, because she understands, deep down, that she did a bad thing; maybe not murder - I mean, it wasn't murder after all - but she still did a morally bad thing. If there is a Heaven, it won't be for her.