i have clearly watched this scene an unhealthy amount of times

on Mor & Az

Hey friends,

I’m here to talk about moriel. Not just my feelings or headcanons or whatever, but to put down in writing some responses to arguments that I have seen that have been bothering me. I’ve already made this post about the nature of their relationship - Mor & Az have a comfortable relationship. It’s not dramatic, it’s not crazy, it’s not tumultuous. It’s easy to miss, tbh. Unless you pay attention to how they act, rather than what they say. I have also made a separate post about the way that Mor takes care of Az (and by extension cares for him). I framed this in the context of emotional labor because I wanted to show why people might miss a lot of these hints. Much of that argument is still relevant, and you can find it here.

*I am addressing a few things that have come across my dash, comments, reblogs, and/or direct messages with multiple people. This is not an attempt to call anyone out. (And I was asked to tag @stephaniemac8) And clearly, most of this is under the cut because it ended up over 4k words.

In order to create this post, I pulled together a bunch of evidence from the book; some of it I already had from other metas, some of it I had saved for this purpose. I’m going to focus on how Mor feels about Az because that seems to be the biggest point of contention. A lot of this will implicitly apply to some other common arguments – that they are unhealthy, that they don’t communicate, etc. But the bulk of this is about how Mor feels.

With that said: please don’t respond to this post with arguments/issues that I am intentionally not addressing. This includes: how Rhys or Cassian fit into this, what happened between everyone when they first me re: The Incident, events that may or may not have happened in the last 500 years for which we have no evidence, or whether there is a Mor/Az/Cassian love triangle. Those are all different issues. I am discussing how they/Mor feel based on the evidence we have, which is all coming from the present timeline. (Clearly they discuss the past, but I am intentionally not discussing that, for reasons I have mentioned before in previous posts, namely that time, maturity, perception, etc. color how they might explain/see it.)

The following are several examples of Mor showing that she cares for Az – I also want to note that this is what we see from others’ perspectives (namely Feyre and Cassian, with some commentary from themselves and Rhys). We never see how she treats him when it is just the two of them. And we never get a direct statement of her saying how she feels. But in this case, actions speak much, much louder than words. One of the things I realized while writing this was the fact that it is explicitly stated more than once that Azriel loves Mor – the same explicit statement is not made in reverse. However, that doesn’t make it not true.

I have these in the order they appear in the book, mostly (as usual, with chapters instead of page numbers bc I’m using my ebook – I don’t want to search my physical copy); most of these quotes are examples of things that Mor does to show how she feels, and are not things that she does with other characters:

“But I quieted my own curiosity as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. Mor saw, though—even if Azriel didn’t bother to acknowledge her concerned stare, the hand that she kept looking at as if she’d touch, but thought better of it.” (chp. 16)

I’ve discussed this before, but we have a clear contrast here between the way that Mor treats Az when he is potentially upset and the way Cassian does. Someone who is in love would not ignore the way that person feels, especially when they are upset. Even if she doesn’t act on it, she is in tune with how he feels and feels that she needs to take care of him in this scene. There are many examples of these two acting differently towards each other than they act towards their other friends. This is a major indicator that they are not just friends. Cassian has no responsibility towards Az other than a friend, and so his ignoring of Azriel is fine – the point is not to demonize him, but to show the difference between how a friend (Cassian) treats Az, and how someone else does (Mor, obviously, and I don’t know how to classify her e.g. lover etc.)

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In a parallel universe, where Even is an youtuber:

@Julie Andem, here’s what you should be working on after Skam ends, take note.

HERE’S A REALLY LOVELY EDIT BY @jonas9000 TO GO WITH IT :)

+ Yo, this got soooo long. Read more under the cut because the @evenbechnet​​ members went wild for this one particular universe

  • perfect cut and editing because Even is bloody brilliant at that (duh)
  • several ‘draw my life’s because Even just likes drawing, ok? (it doesn’t matter if several of those include an unhealthy amount of drawings of Isak. It is ‘draw my life’ after all)
  • a short film named ‘The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Under Water’
  • and several other short films for that matter (you know he’s that aesthetic hoe)
  • a series of vlogs (including Isak being a dork on tape, Isak sleeping, Isak doing nothing, and just… Isak? but also Even drawing random things, Even cooking, shots of the streets, of the things that catch his eye when he’s walking, or just, like, vlog things. daily things)
  • a whole different series of vlogs/videos of only 1 minute each, named… you guessed it: Minutt For Minutt. Various types of videos, including, but not limited to: minutt for minutt talks about the weather, drawing, filming; minutt for minutt questionings of existence; minutt for minutt heart-to-heart’s during bad episodes; minutt for minutt advice talk; minutt for minutt talks about sexuality, religion, mental illness, politics (“you know, I’m well informed in this area, seeing as my boyfriend’s uncle is Donald Trump” “SHUT UP EVEN!!!!”); etc

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Fat Fingers part 1: Coffee

Note: I know that I am not that active and I am really sorry about that. I post more regularly on my main account, @hamiltontrashfam, if you’d like something more regular. Also, it will probably be a couple of days before part 2 of this is out, sorry. :/

Word count: 2302

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: A bit of swearing, I guess. Do not read if you are a Trump supporter.

Originally posted by jayvoom

You had openly been supporting Bernie Sanders since the election began. But, when Hillary turned out to be the candidate for the Democrats, you felt that you had no other choice than to vote for her, as you never wanted Donald Trump near the presidency. You had often discussed this with your parents, as they were unable to understand, how you could possibly hate Donald Trump that much. You never really felt like any of them understood you. And unlike you, they wanted the country to be run by a Republican again and whether that was Trump or someone else, they did not care at all. And because of your family’s opinion on politics and your lack of social interactions throughout your childhood and teen years, you did not have a lot of friends who agreed with you either and you felt very alone.

The only distraction from the fact that you had no one’s accept or understanding of your political views, were the celebrities and online friends who felt the same way about Trump as you did. You never actually expected to meet anyone who felt the same as you and befriending them, because your family had gained quite the reputation after taking action in several demonstration that were against woman’s rights and especially against rights for people of colour and queer people. You thought that no one could possibly feel that your views were any different from your family’s. You found comfort in music, especially tracks against the Donald, like the song Fat Fingers by the California based experimental hip hop group clipping.

You had just picked up your morning coffee from the small coffee shop on the corner of your street in downtown Sacramento and were on your way to work. You walked down the street with music in your ears while you sipped from your coffee. You had to look up when a police car passed by quickly on the street, with the deafening siren and the constant flashing of the red and blue lights on. You were unfocused for a short moment, which made you crash straight into someone’s built chest, spilling your coffee all over the guy in front of you and knocking your headphones out in the process. It took a moment for you to gather what had just happened and when you did, you really could not help the embarrassed blush that spread across your cheeks. “Oh, God. I am so sorry. I should have watched out. Are you okay?” You rambled. You did not dare to look at the person in front of you and instead you stared straight at the grey pavement, feeling really embarrassed about spilling your coffee on a stranger.

“Shit. It’s okay, man.” You heard a very familiar voice answer softly. Your head snapped back up to look at the person in front of you and your mouth hang open slightly at the person in front of you. You knew who this was. Very well, actually. As a matter of fact, you were just listening to one of their songs on your phone. It was Daveed Diggs. Fucking Daveed Diggs. You had just spilled your coffee all over a man that you had developed somewhat of a celebrity crush on since you discovered clipping. when the election started.

Your mouth went dry as a desert for a second and you sort of forgot how to even function. You swallowed and took a moment to gather your thoughts before you answered. “I am so, so sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin your shirt Mr. Diggs.” You answered, unable to stop yourself from mentioning his name and your eyes grew wide with the realisation. You had just mentioned his name. Not creepy at all.

“Oh. You have an advantage, I see. You don’t strike me like a musical kid. So, how do you even know who I am?” He asked curiously.

While it was true that you were not much of a musical kid, you still knew what he was referring to. Practically every person who was the slightest amount of clipping. fan, knew that he had been a member of the cast on the hit musical Hamilton. You had not listened to much of it, but you actually sort of liked the small bits that you had listened to.

“I hate Trump.” You blurted. You felt another blush spread across your cheeks, as it did not offer much of a explanation as to how you knew who he was. “I mean…. I listened to Fat Fingers and I agreed with a lot of it and after that I sort of just became a fan of clipping.” You added with a nervous chuckle, trying to explain how you knew who he was in a way that actually made sense. At least more than your first explanation did.

“Oh. Me too.” He answered with a soft smile. You were very much aware that he did not like Trump and the fact that you had a lot of the same views as him made you really happy, because you thought that he was a pretty amazing human being and if you shared a lot of views, that made you a pretty decent one too, right?

“You don’t really strike me as much of a hiphop fan, though?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

It made you chuckle softly. “Yeah, no. I know….My family is very conservative.” You admitted with a soft sigh. You then realised for the second time during the last couple of minutes that you had indeed spilled all of your coffee over him. You were actually about to offer him a new shirt, because there was no way in hell he was getting the coffee stain of off it. However, it seemed like he beat you to it.

“I see…. I am fine, by the way. It was an accident and just as much my fault as yours. How about I buy you a new cup of coffee?” He asked. You were actually sort of surprised that he thought that this was his fault too. You were the one focusing on the police car that drove by after all.

You chewed on your lower lip lightly, not really able to make up your mind. On one hand, you had to get to work. But, you always showed up really early anyway and what could it hurt to let him buy you a cup of coffee? On the other hand; If your family figured it out in anyway, they would probably murder you. You looked at him thoughtfully. “I…. I don’t know.” You answered honestly and lowered your gaze.

“Oh… I see. Is it because of your family?” He asked, hitting the nail right on the head.

You nodded. “Yeah.” It was indeed about your family. Of course it was. It always was. They were always the once that fucked up everything for you. If they ever figured out that you had let a clearly democratic, black rapper buy you coffee, they definitely would not let you in their house ever again. You had discussed this with your parents several times. They even tried to send you to an all- white high school. However, that definitely did not work out.

He looked at you thoughtfully, before a soft sigh escaped his lips. “Right. Okay… No coffee then.” He answered. You felt really bad for disappointing him, but you had to think about your relationship with your family after all. “Can I at least have your name?” He asked. It was a pretty simple request, but you still found yourself wondering whether you should tell him or not. Not because you did not want him to know. But, if he figured out just how racist, homophobic and close minded your family was, he probably would regret offering to buy you coffee.

“I am…-” You were about to answer, when of your dad’s friend, Garrett pulled up beside you in his car. It felt like you were stuck in the middle of some terrible movie scene. Everyone who knew your family, knew who Daveed was, because you were unable to shut up about him when with your parents and they had obviously told their friends and no one approved of what they called your unhealthy obsession.

“Y/N? What a coincidence! What is a nice girl like you doing talking to a stranger like him?” Garrett asked through the window that he had just rolled down. You felt like a deer in the headlights in a way.  He could have just meant, that you were talking to a stranger and that was it, but you knew Garrett and that was definitely a racist remark. The sticker on his windshield of his car, a man resembling the confederate flag kicking another man resembling the rainbow flag with the lettering ‘Trump 2016’ made it very clear where this guy stood politically.

“Garrett. I um. I accidentally spilled my coffee on this nice young man’s shirt.” You shot back. You were already caught talking to someone you apparently should not and you knew that you were already screwed, so you might as well defend Daveed.

“Nice? Okay. Aren’t you late for work young lady? I can drop you off at the office, if you’d like.” The thing about dropping you off at the office might have sounded like an offer, but that was definitely not the case. You knew that you had to obey, because otherwise you would get even more shit from your family and that you definitely did not want.

“I am really sorry about this asshole, Daveed. I am Y/N. I hope that I get to take you up on that coffee some day.” You finally decided to say, though not loud enough for Garrett to actually hear. While you hated the guy, you definitely did not want to get on his bad side. He could make your life hell after all and you really do not have any intention of letting him do so.

“I should go.” Daveed answered, obviously completely disgusted. You had thought that it had been with you at the time, even if it had not. You had no chance to say anything, before he left and you could feel your mood fall even more. Another thing your family had managed to fuck up, again.  Your gaze followed him shortly, before you got into Garrett’s car hesitantly, as he had told you to.

You knew that he was about to comment on what had just happened, so you simply held your hand up to cut him off. “Just go, Garrett.” You sighed. You did not want to hear any of his disapproving and racist comments. You just wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.

On your way to the office, you passed Daveed in his coffee soaked Oakland hoodie and you felt really bad for not being able to make it up to him. You could practically feel the tears beginning to sting your eyes. Your family always managed to fuck up your every attempt to meet someone who had the same views as you. It was like they followed you day and night to make sure that you felt isolated and alone.

Once the car came to a stop outside your office, you did not even bother to thank Garrett for dropping you off, because he honestly did not do you a favour at all. You did not say goodbye either, instead you just left without a word. You knew that you had to make it up to Daveed somehow, you just had no idea how. It was not like you knew him at all. But, you felt like you had to apologize on behalf of your racist, homofobic, Trump supporting family, even if it really had nothing to do with you.

You spent the rest of the day knee deep in work, yet your mind kept wondering back to your run-in with Daveed earlier that day. It was on your mind pretty much all the time, inevitably distracting you from your work. You just felt so bad. Now that you had finally met someone who shared your views, you had to fuck it up. Not really you, but your family, but you somehow got into your head, that it was you who Daveed was mad at and not the racist asshole who had picked you up after you spilled your coffee all over him.

Nearing the end of your shift, you were feeling even more defeated than when you arrived. You wanted badly to contact Daveed somehow, but you thought that it was perhaps not th smartest idea after the incident earlier. You sat there, your head pounding from all the thinking you had done during the day and perhaps from your lack of morning coffee, when someone placed a soft hand on your shoulder. “Miss Y/LN. I have noticed that you have been very distant today. Are you alright?” Your boss asked.

You knew that he did not care at all, but you nodded half heartedly. “Yes, I am quite alright, sir.” You managed as you gathered your things to leave. You were really not okay though, but you managed to hide it pretty well.

“Well, I want you to focus tomorrow, okay? We have an important meeting coming up.” He said sharply. You knew that you had fucked up today, both with Daveed and your job. But, luckily you could actually do something about the later.

“Of course.” You simply stated, as you got up from your office chair, stretching lightly from sitting down during most of the day. Then, you left without another word, just wanting to go home and go to bed early to forget everything about what had just happened.

#LastLeight

If you’re a 2.0 fan, you probably won’t like this, so either open your eyes and ears or turn away. 

The countdown to Warren Leight’s last episode as showrunner is coming to a close in a few days. 

But for a good portion of #SVU fans, the days can’t come fast enough. #TheLeightWasOnTooLong

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