Tamaki, While I was only able to order a certain amount of this product with the budget constraints your capriciousness left me, I ordered an extra one of your “little girl” for you. Merry Christmas, Moron -Kyoya
I’ve written and rewritten this post a few times because I know what I want to say, but it’s just coming out jumbled. Bear with me.
There have been a bunch of great posts about how Beth’s death makes no sense from a storytelling aspect in regards to her own arc from suicidal teen to a formidable force of her own. And that’s all well and good and true, but let’s talk about Bethyl.
(And just stop right there if you’re going to say Bethyl isn’t a thing. It’s a thing. Norman said it. Emily said it. The AMC bios say it. Nicotero said it. Various news outlets have said it. Just pipe down and keep your unfounded opinions to yourself).
There was a lot of attention and storytelling detail paid to the establishment of Bethyl as a romantic pairing. They were the first characters to get an episode devoted entirely to them. Every social media posting regarding Beth’s whereabouts between seasons 4 and 5 made by the show’s official twitter referenced Daryl. “If found, return to Daryl.” “Will Daryl find Beth?”
Even the episodes in season 5 were ripe with Bethyl and they weren’t even together. Beth asks about the “man she was with,” and Daryl talks about Beth more than once in 5A. AND LET’S NOT FORGET HIS REACTION WHEN NOAH TELLS HIM HE KNOWS BETH. Bethyl was ever present on our screens via Beth and Daryl’s individual actions.
And then “Coda” happened and we were all like “What? That’s it?” And now we’ve reached my point. Beth’s death completely halts the Bethyl story line. There was no reunion. There was no admission of feelings. They put all this effort into creating this ship and then they just cut it off unresolved. I know that I would question Beth’s death less if she got a real reunion with Daryl before she died.
That’s not how story telling works. That might be how real life is, but that’s not how a good author, show runner, etc tells a story. You don’t just put mountains of effort into something and then end it prematurely.
And this is one of the reasons I don’t think Beth is really dead. I don’t think Gimple et al would blunder this story so badly that it would forever be this thing out there with no resolution. No resolution for the viewers. No resolution for Daryl, who’s supposed to be their hero figure.
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Anon bunny asked:
El Diablo request where the reader is small and chubby and shy around him, and the squad helps him build up the courage to talk to them? But the reader is super anxious because they don’t think they’re attractive??? Thank you!
Jenn’s note: Okay little OOC bits and I’m a pretty literal person so the last paragraph was a bit awkward. I don’t think I really captured the Shy reader bit….
Disclaimer: All mentioned characters belong to DC. Gif not mine.
“Come on, man. Just tell her how you feel.” Floyd sighed.
“Nah, it’s better this way. She’s safer.” Chato replied
“Oh sure, and I’m the president of the United States.”
“I mean it brother. She’s too god for me.”
“My god mate! Just ask her out! I swear I’ll kill you if I
see you ogling at her again.” Digger cried, exasperated.
Chato shook his head. “She doesn’t even like me.”
“Yes she does!”
“I don’t see why ya don’t just tell ‘im.” Harley said,
frustrated at her friend’s denial.
“Because Crazy. He doesn’t like me that way.” Y/N replied,
stepping around a burning car.
“And why wouldn’t he, huh?”
“Oh I don’t know. Maybe because I’m short and stout like a
fucking teapot?” And it was true. Y/N was only five foot tall and had extra fat
where she didn’t want it, packed around her thighs and stomach.
“’So?’ What do you mean ‘So?’ Never mind, I give up trying
to explain normal, healthy relationships to you.” And with that she walked away
from the crazy blonde.
-After the Battle-
The remaining members of Task Force X were in a good mood as
they sat around waiting for Waller’s people to take them back to Belle Reve.
Weirdly happy in fact. They were in such a good mood that Lawton felt it
necessary to shout across the room when Chato and Y/N sat next to each other.
“Yo Y/N! Fire boy likes you!”
“What the hell, Esé?” Diablo shouted back.
In the meantime Y/N had frozen completely. After all this,
assuming the sniper wasn’t lying, she never expected that El Diablo actually liked her back.
“Hola, Earth to Y/N.”
She was thrust back into reality when a very red faced pyro
put a hand on her shoulder. “…What…?” she whispered, voice painted with
“Sí, Pollito. It’s true.” He said. “I know you’re too good
for me but I really like you and I just…”
Y/N stood up quickly when he trailed off. Whispering a small
‘Sorry…’ she bolted before he could see that she was crying.
Chato sat there, stuck, for several minutes processing that
she had just run off.
“Why should I do that Loca?” he asked “She obviously hates
“Well I guess you’ll never
Chato found Y/N outside the subway station, shivering and
sobbing in the heavy rain. Sighing he walked up and put a warm arm around her
shoulder. “If you don’t like me back you can just say so, Pollito.”
Subconsciously she leaned into his warmth. “I-It’s not that,
“Then what? ‘Cause your message was pretty clear when you
ran out.” He winced when his voice came out a little too harsh.
Y/N pulled away. “You don’t understand! No one has ever wanted
me! I’m short and I’m fat and no one likes me. I’m not beautiful…” At first her
voice was loud and angry but by the last sentence it had turned into a whisper.
“I have tattoos on my face, and for what it’s worth I think
you’re gorgeous. I also know that I don’t deserve someone as stunning as you.”
She gasped when she was pulled into his embrace again, but
she didn’t pull away. She just cried against his chest as he held her close.
Y/N’s sobs died with the rain and her breathing slowed. ”Thank you…” she
murmured “And if it still means anything, I like you too.”
Hey were surrounded by the sounds of sirens and raging fires
in a city that had been reduced to rubble, but neither cared. Every little
thing faded into white noise when he lifted her chin and kissed her. They weren’t’
happy with themselves but they were happy to have each other.