realmattletscher When an Eoboy gets all he ever wanted for Christmas… Tonight’s episode of LoT (“Doomworld”) was the most fun I had all season, for reasons that will become apparent. How will Thawne rewrite reality? How would you?
AU where Clu actually manage to get into the real world.
send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it
This is post coup because if it wasn’t then it would be very domestic and not at all angsty and who needs that, but also I would want it to be around the 90s for reasons that will become apparent in a minute.
Either Flynn and Tron or maybe even just Tron get after Clu, and Tron using his fucking user sense or w/ever to locate Alan and Lora’s house and storming in in the middle of the night like ‘LISTEN’. Clue team FLYNNLIVES getting together to fuck Clu up.
Clu lands in the mid-90s and he has the cliched ‘walking around losing his shit at how everything looks whilst people stop and stare at the weirdo in all black and yellow leather’ moment.
Just like User’s blood (and one assumes other bodily fluids? Best not think about that lmfao) doesn’t translate to bits/cubes/whatever in the Grid, programs still don’t bleed or anything, their wounds look just like they would in the Grid, which means Clu gets an injury at some point and tries to get help and someone takes him to hospital and they Freak The Fuck Out.
Basically Time After Time, except with Tron as HG Wells and Clu as Jack The Ripper, and also good and not shitty.
^^there you go anon! Read from left to right! It’s wednesday and since there’s no new episode have this comic instead as an offering Ever since we learned yuuri can pole dance hella good and he wants to be the one who seduces the playboy i was like what if this was a thing… tho irl playboys i don’t think pole dance or are guys but hey this is an au! for a reason haha also since they apparently serve alcohol all characters in this are +18 years old!
edit: @couldbesweeter pointed out it would make more sense if it was 18+ rather than 21+ like in the US so thank you for correcting me!
Many moons ago, on a freeway. Construction zone, two lanes, Posted ~50mph with Jersey barriers instead of shoulders. The fast lane was backed up and hte slow lane was pretty clear but I was in the slow lane doing the posted limit (recently got a warning for speed, so still in that post-pull-paranoia phase).
There was a Miata in the distance behind me trying to get ahead by driving quickly up the slow lane. When he finally caught up with me he was apparently unhappy that I was the reason he couldn’t continue his fast dash down the slow lane.
So of course, he’s tailgating me, honking and waving his middle finger at me. I ignored him. As the traffic cleared in the fast lane on my left he went to pass me but first he drove right next to me with his window open yelling at me.
I had been ignoring him all this time, but he finally earned the middle finger at this point. So he got it.
Here’s the bit I don’t fully understand… The extent of my petty revenge was supposed to be a petty hand gesture, but he did this ridiculous double-take thing when he saw my finger as if he was trying to emphasize how insulted he was. I mean, his whole body jerked like he was just been tazed. I when I say; “His whole body”, I include his left arm which was on the steering wheel…
His ‘jerk’ movement caused him to jerk his steering wheel to the left, which caused him to suddenly steer out his lane and brush the jersey barrier that was there instead of the shoulder.
His car bounced up on the left side and then back down again, leaving a big black smear of tire on the bottom of the barrier, a big red smear of scraped fender & door paint towards the top of the barrier (and likely a big brown smear in his boxers too).
Understandably, this was all my fault, and he followed me for a few miles trying to get me to stop. I stopped and gave him a chance to talk, but I stopped outside the police station so he just kept driving.
For the rest of that construction season I would see that big red smear every night on my way home from work, and I would giggle to myself.
apparently people thinking that the anime where the dragon turns into a generic moe maid girl looks dumb was the last straw for a certain subset of anime bloggers and it’s honestly really funny to watch from afar. like dudes with anime girl pinup headers are making a bunch of posts about how much they hate “anime was a mistake” memes, and they’re trying to come up with reasons why it’s actually uncool to not like generic fanservice anime, it’s so funny. i saw some dude describe people disliking the anime where girls fight by slamming their butts into each other as “boobs and butts are bad discourse”
Moriel Meta - in which Moriel is actually a healthy and respectful relationship, who knew?
I dislike the ‘Mor has to fix the Cass/Az/Mor situation/Mor should just talk to Azriel about everything/Mor has to be the one to change things and convince Az that he’s worthy of her’ for a number of reasons, most of which I’ve whinged about before (largely that it’s…kind of gross that all the emotional responsibility for this triangle is placed on..the only female character involved in it which is…deeply unfair) but apart from that I think it just shows a lack of understanding as to these characters and how they work and why Mor hasn’t said anything after all this time?
And people say she should just get on with it and she should just say something and stop all of this but…I don’t think they consider the more problematic aspects of that? Azriel is in love with her and has been for a very long time and she knows this. I think that…In a way if she confronts him about it it’s like telling him that he has to be with her now. She puts him on the spot and forces him to approach a subject that she knows he’s not ready for.
“So if he were ever interested would you … ?” “The issue,
actually, wouldn’t be me. It’d be him. I could peel off my clothes right in
front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch. He might have defied and proved
those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won’t matter if Rhys makes
him Prince of Velaris—he’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good
enough for anyone. Especially me.”
This scene has been approached in a whole host of different ways from people thinking that Mor is flat out wrong to assuming that this has happened before and she knows this from past experience but…I always just kind of read it as it was written. Az doesn’t think he’s good enough for her. It doesn’t matter what she does. It doesn’t matter if she tells him that she wants him. It doesn’t matter if she peels her clothes off and offers him every inch of her. This isn’t a question of want. It never has been. The problem isn’t desire, it’s not even love, it’s worth.
We’re talking about the person that Mor spent four hundred years convincing it was okay to take a break from work every now and then and go to a club. We’re told Az’s dedication to his work and the lengths he push himself to border on sadistic. This is not someone who takes what they want. This is someone who struggles hugely with self-esteem and self-worth. This is someone who was locked in the dark as a child and set on fire by his brothers as a game because he was that disposable and that insignificant and had that little value. This is someone who is terrified of ever being in that position again and who therefore works ceaselessly and denies himself the things that he wants, even small things like rest or leisure time, because he cannot let himself not be useful again for even a moment because what if they lock him away again because he doesn’t matter?
So, fine, let’s say Mor does what everyone says she should do. She goes to Az, tells him how she feels, tells him how she knows he feels, tells him what she wants, puts him on the spot, forces him to do something about it. Either: he does as Mor (who’s known and loved him for 500 years) believes and simply does nothing, freezes up, doesn’t move, doesn’t act. Or, okay, maybe he gives in to her because this is the woman that he loves, you know? The woman he’s devoted to. The woman he would look up from a pool of his own blood and snarl at the king who controls the poison running through his veins in order to protect. So maybe he yields. Maybe he says okay. Maybe he accepts her because well this is what she wants.
For a start that…Doesn’t change anything? Mor going to him and telling him she loves him and wants him and peeling her clothes off in front of him isn’t going to change a damn thing. Rhys making him prince of Velaris isn’t going to change a damn thing. There is nothing that can be done externally to change Az. (And Mor is not under obligation to change him just because she’s a prospective partner that’s a seriously damaged way of thinking too) Az has to change Az. Az has to decide within himself that this relationship is something that he wants, something that will be good for him (and Mor), something that he deserves, something that he can have. Mor cannot do that for him.
You can’t fix someone’s insecurities just by telling them that you love them/want them? That’s…Not the way this works, especially not for someone like Az where it’s such a deep rooted thing. This is something that he has to work himself through and in the meantime Mor (and Cassian who is…in this almost entirely for Az) will make damn sure that he has the time and space that he needs. However much of it that might be.
And for a second thing her doing that would be…really unhealthy? Think about it. She’s essentially going up to this insecure, damaged person who’s deeply in love with her and saying: right, I love you, I’m tired of waiting, I’m making an executive decision here, one that isn’t really mine to make (it’s not Mor’s decision/up to Mor to say when Az is ready) and I’m telling you we’re doing this. That’s…Not okay? Like that’s borderline emotionally manipulative? She knows how Az feels. She confronts him about it and she uses that to get what she wants? And it’d be damaging for him. No matter how much he wants this. He. Is. Not. Ready. For. This. Relationship.
And so many people call Mor out for this? As though it’s her fault? As though it’s a bad thing that she respects his boundaries, respects his insecurities, doesn’t try and force him to change for her because it would give her what she wants? She waits for him. She has waited five hundred years for this man to be ready. She has never pushed him. She has never pressured him. She never will.
Because this is Mor. And is it really so difficult to understand why Mor, who suffered horrendous abuse of her own as a child, which shapes her just as much as it shapes Az, would wait? Is it so difficult to imagine her refusing to put Az on the spot and pressure him and control him the way she was controlled? Because oh well everyone around you expects you to do this so you should.
Is it really difficult to imagine her refusing to tell Az who he should love and when he should be with them even though he’s not ready? The way her family told her that she should be with a prince of the Autumn Court, even though she wasn’t ready and didn’t want that?
Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who spent her early life being broken by the demands and expectations and pressures of others - her family, those who were supposed to be closest to her, love her, protect her- refusing to put similar demands or expectations or pressures on another? Especially someone she loves so much.
Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who was shown so little respect that once she was no longer of use or value she was treated like an animal and cast out to die, to be someone else’s problem, would be able to muster up enough respect to let the person she loves so much make their own choices in life? The things that were denied her?
Is it so difficult to imagine that Mor wants to allow Az a choice? That she feels he should be allowed to choose what he is ready for? And not have her decide for him? Not have her step up to him and say, this is what’s best for you, this is what you want, this is what I’m deciding that you should have?
Is it really an indication that Mor doesn’t love him that she waits? That she’s waited for five hundred years. That’d she’d likely wait the same again, that she’d likely die before feeling like she’d forced him into a relationship with her because she decided that it was time and he was ready and that this was what was best? And therefore that gave her the right to strip away his choices because she knows what’s best?
Is it really such a terrible thing for one partner to actually respect the other, their history, their situation, their insecurities and understand that they can’t just make these disappear with ~the power of love~ because that’s not the way that mental health works? And that maybe the best thing they can do is not put any extra pressure onto them and give them time and space and support to work through things in their own time and way?
And is it really so difficult to believe that this is actually the healthiest and best thing that Mor could do both for Azriel and her relationship with him? And that anything else is unfairly pressuring him and manipulating him and forcing him into accepting something that he himself isn’t ready for? And that an emotional abuse victim doesn’t want to emotionally abuse the person that they love? And that that really isn’t a bad thing, you know; that anything else would be toxic and one-sided and selfish and unfair?
TL;DR: Mor is actually capable of respecting Azriel and demonstrates her love for him through that respect in allowing him space, time and a choice in his own life and the relationships he feels ready to pursue. Her keeping her distance from Azriel, the man she loves, for over five centuries is selfless af and I am tired of seeing it twisted around to make her appear to be the opposite. She’s actually dealing with this situation in the best, healthiest way possible and if you’ve got an alternative to what’s happening that doesn’t involve a fukc tonne of coercion and emotional manipulation backing Az into a corner and forcing him to deal with something he’s not ready to face I’d love to hear it :)
I’m honestly still in awe at how underrated hyuk is like..he’s so well rounded. He’s a great dancer, vocalist, actor, and apparently now he writes music as well?? He’s smart (was the top of his class) and translates english for the members with ease, and he plays piano really well. He’s really dedicated to what he does and I don’t think many people know this but he’s SUPER SWEET to starlights (letting them squish his nose omg, being really friendly to an i-starlight when she was backstage at one of their tours, doing aegyo when the hyungs aren’t there lol) idk man more people should appreciate hyuk y’all are missing out
Because I made a little throwaway post a little while back but people still apparently don’t get the Mor is selfless as all hell. So I thought I would compile a long, rambling list of Reasons and Evidence as to why irreverence does not mean disregard and why taking care for and loving yourself does not mean selfishness.
Right, so, apparently people still think Mor is selfish (w h y?) which I…obviously disagree with. I don’t think that she makes a habit of putting her own needs/wants above others’ (though if she did she would be entirely entitled to, given what she’s been through/the abuse she endured) I just think she stopped letting other people rule her. I think she stopped taking the opinions and wants of other people for her as gospel and acting only on them at the expense of herself and her own wants and agency She does what she loves and she does what she needs but that doesn’t mean she acts selfishly. It just means that what’s important to her and what she wants to do she now does.
But I don’t think she puts her needs above others. There’s a thoughts vs actions distinction here - she refuses to place any more validity or weight to the opinions of others over her own - her feelings and ideas are valid and she has the right to express them and act upon them. She lets herself make the choices that she wants to make. But actually I think the choices that she makes are often very selfless and she puts the people that matter to her above her own well-being and happiness and she actually does this repeatedly.
Variety of ‘Mor being subtly selfless’ examples and analysis to follow.
“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.” Rhys went still. As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his chest began to move, faster and faster. Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the shadow of great wings spread. He opened his mouth, leaning forward, and then stopped. Instantly, the shadows, the ragged breathing, the intensity were gone, the lazy grin returning. “We have company. We’ll discuss this later.” “No, we won’t.” But quick, light footsteps sounded down the hall, and then she [Mor] appeared.
Right, listen, this scene flat out parallels Rhys’ rescue of Feyre at her wedding and I refuse to see it in any other light. Feyre suffers a panic attack, she flashes back to UtM, she needs help, she needs a way out, Rhys appears and does just that. Same thing happens here. Feyre (inadvertently) triggers a panic attack in Rhys, he flashes back to UtM, he needs help, he needs away out, Mor is there in a heartbeat. That’s as much as a coincidence as Rhys showing up exactly when Feyre needed him: ie it’s literally not a coincidence at all.
Right, so, for context, this is the first time that Feyre is at the Night Court since…well everything. At this point in time the only people know who about his and Feyre’s history as well as the fact that Rhys and Feyre are mates are Mor and Rhys. This is because the first words out of Rhys’ mouth when he saw Mor again after fifty years were ‘she’s my mate’ and he then proceeded to tell her everything. So for three months the only people who’ve known what Rhys went through and what he’s dealing with due to his bond to Feyre are Mor and Rhys. That means the only person who’s been supporting Rhys through all of this is Mor.
So when it comes to it and Feyre is there and having witnessed the shoe-throwing, less than wonderful reaction Feyre had to Rhys the night before Mor makes sure she’s nearby the next day. She makes sure that she’s around and the second that Rhys gets out of his depth she’s there to balance things and smooth them over. Which she does in spite of Rhys’ grumbling.
“You could be attending your own duties,” he said testily. I clamped my lips tighter together. I’d never seen Rhys … irked. […] “And as my only remaining relative,” Rhys went on, “Mor believes she is entitled to breeze in and out of my life as she sees fit.” “So grumpy this morning,” Mor said, plopping two muffins onto her plate.
He huffs about it but there’s no doubt that Mor’s appearance was sorely needed and that she calms him down and grounds him. Mor also goes out of her way to welcome Feyre, to make her feel like she fits in at the Court, to be a friend to her, to help her, and to encourage her to give Rhys a chance.
‘…Mor said, swirling her wine, her shoulders loosening as Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.
“A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn’t even fly thanks to—” Mor cut in lazily, “Stay on track, Cassian.” Indeed, any warmth had vanished from Azriel’s face. 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.
These both happen at the first dinner at the House of Wind. Once again Mor is monitoring things carefully and she intervenes - casually, lazily, thoughtlessly, as though she doesn’t even care/is barely noticing what she’s doing but she knows exactly what’s going on. She keeps very careful watch over Az throughout the dinner, reacting when he feels better, intervening when Cass started wandering into dangerous waters and showing such overt concern for Az that Feyre noticed it before she knew anything about either of them/their dynamic. And as with what we saw before with Rhys her actions aren’t rewarded with any kind of gratitude from the people she’s looking out for - but she does it anyway.
Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know
me—what I am.” I wondered if the
shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger. Mor’s fingers
stilled on the stem of her wineglass, her eyes narrowing on Amren.
“Here we go,” Cassian grumbled. Mor gave Azriel a warning
glare to tell him not to volunteer this time. The spymaster just gave
her an incredulous look in return.
Azriel: *is first to volunteer to go into dangerous situations likely due to his own disregard for his personal safety and the way he prioritises others over himself* Mor: *reproves him for doing this because he does matter. twice.* Fandom: *oh but she’s so selfish, she doesn’t care about Az at all! She doesn’t show any regard for him/love towards him/anything at all until the very end of the book when he gets shot* Me: -_- A N Y W A Y.
She stared and stared at the Book—as if it were a ghost, as if it
were a miracle—and said, “It is the Leshon Hakodesh. The Holy Tongue.” Those
quicksilver eyes shifted to Rhysand, and I realized she’d understood, too, why
she’d gone. Rhysand
said, “I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who
feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who
were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.” It was Mor who
warned, “Don’t play those sorts of games, Rhysand.”
Oh look, it’s Mor watching out for Amren’s well-being as well as Rhys and Azriel’s. It’s almost as though….There’s a theme here. Shocking. Even though Amren is one of the most powerful beings in the world Mor still has her back and still looks out for her. It’s almost as though she deeply loves and cares for her little found family and wants to protect them, even from small things. Incredible.
And just in case anyone was doubting (since this relationship falls under a lot of scrutiny from Mor’s side) she also puts herself out there for Cassian’s sake too :)
helped Rhys get me out. Before either had the real rank to do so. For Rhys,
getting caught would have been a mild punishment, perhaps a bit of social
shunning. But Cassian … he risked everything to make sure I stayed out of that
court. And he laughs about it, but he believes he’s a low-born bastard, not
worthy of his rank or life here. He has no idea that he’s worth more than any other male I met in that
court—and outside of it. Him and Azriel, that is.”
Against the popular fandom belief that Cass still feels guilty about what happened with the Incident and that Mor somehow encourages this/benefits from it in some way I give you this. Actual canon. Because the only response that Mor ever shows to Cassian’s part in her past is gratitude. She is grateful. She is grateful that he was kind and good and gave her a choice. She is grateful that he rescued her from her abusive situation. It’s been five hundred years and she is still grateful to him for risking himself to get her out of there. And she considers him to be worth more than any other male she’s ever met aside from Rhys.
Mor, on her knees beside Cassian, hurtled for the king with a cry
of pure wrath. He sent a punch of
power to her. She dodged, a knife angled in her hand, and— Azriel cried out
in pain. She froze. Stopped
a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor.
To be entirely clear about what happens here, okay: the king shreds Cassian’s wings with half thought and Mor, with absolutely no magic, with nothing to defend herself, with no ability to protect herself and with nothing but a single, solitary knife in her hand against a centuries old king strong enough to strip the magic from the two most powerful Illyrian warriors in history, the most powerful High Lord in history, and Feyre who has the power of all seven high lords in her veins at the same time launches herself at the king to punish him for what he’s done to her friend. And the only reason that she stops her attack is not because of the magic he tries to hit her with - but Azriel, because if she’d hurt the king then Azriel would have died but at no point is her own safety a concern or a consideration here. But…Yeah, sure, Mor doesn’t care about Cass that’s…just. yeah.
But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said,
“There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days
I’m using this as a kind of catch-all quote for a couple of points. First of all I think a lot of people seem to think Mor is ‘over’ what happened to her? Or there’s certainly a lot of talk about how ‘jfc it was 500 years ago move on’ when it comes to Mor…yet we frequently discuss Cassian, Azriel and Rhys’s childhoods (funny that) Anyway, the point is that Mor is not just magically better/never suffers for her trauma. She still has hard days. She just doesn’t let them win. But that means that all of that aloofness, all of that irreverence, all of that brightness and light and hope is something that she fights for. Constantly. Trauma does not have an expiry date, it doesn’t just up and leave one day, it still affects her, it still hurts her, she just refuses to let it beat her. And that makes her strong af but anyway.
Second thing I want to talk about is how much Mor opens up for Feyre’s benefit. I’m just using this quote for that because it happens several times throughout the book and we’d be here all day if I quoted them all and they’re well enough known I think that I don’t need them. But Mor rips open old wounds of hers over and over and over again for Feyre. She tells her what happened in grim, explicit detail, she tells her how it affected her, she rips open those wounds again to show Feyre that it is possible to heal from them. It’s possible to endure the dark horrors that she, that they both, have endured and still come out able to love and trust and be bright and warm and friendly and selfless.
(And aside from Feyre’s storyline and what this does for her this is an incredibly important message for abuse survivors in an audience as well. Because it’s a fairly frequent thing that we see- especially female characters- suffer some form of abuse or hurt (usually at the hands of men) and as a result they become acerbic and cold and withdrawn and mistrustful. I am not in anyway saying that this is a ‘bad’ response to trauma or pain. It happens. It’s real. But in terms of media portrayal seeing something that actively goes against that is I think incredibly important. Because that’s not what has to happen. Mor came out of what she endured and she came out of it soft and warm and selfless and loving and that’s a perfectly valid endpoint of recovery too. Dark days don’t have to lead to more darkness. They can lead to bright, warm sunshine too. and that’s important.)
This also leads me on to the role Mor plays in the Court of Dreams. I’ve talked before about her position in the Court of Nightmares being empowering (and a perfect counterpoint to the Tamlin/Lucien dynamic when it comes to thinking about her and Rhys and how they respond/react to her being forced to return to the site of her abuse/trauma) And it is. She is given power over her abusers. Her father is reduced to a steward and she is given not only authority over him but she is given his authority. She rules the place that tormented her and that is so incredibly important but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect her, it doesn’t mean that she isn’t performing a selfless act for the sake of her court and it doesn’t mean that it’s easy for her (hint: it’s not)
Maybe I should have asked Mor to come. But she’d left after
dinner, pale-faced and jumpy, ignoring Cassian’s attempt to speak with her. […] “How was your visit to the Court of Nightmares?” She paused, her
face going uncharacteristically pale. “Fine. It’s always a delight to see my
parents. As you might guess.” […] “I’m sorry—for all that you endured.” “Thank you,” she
said, coming over to watch me. “Visiting them always leaves me raw.”
All of these are Mor’s direct responses either facing a trip to the CoN (the first quote) or after visiting them (the second). Yes Mor is in a position of power over her abusers. Yes that is, in a sense, empowering and likely helpful in terms of her recovery. But the fact is that she does, and has for centuries, returned to the place that she was abused and tortured and traumatised. It’s like what Feyre does at the end of ACOMAF - returning to the Spring Court with Tamlin for the good of her court. Except Mor has been doing this for hundreds of years, even though it leaves her raw, even though it can still make her panicky and upset. She does it. Which makes her brave and selfless as all hell I will fight you on this point.
Cassian realized I was in one piece and
hurtled for Rhys, who was struggling to rise, mud covering his bare skin, but
Mor—Mor saw my face. I went up to her,
cold and hollow. “I want you to take me somewhere far away,” I said. “Right
now.” I needed to get away—needed to think, to have space and quiet and calm. Mor looked between
us, biting her lip. “Please,” I said,
and my voice broke on the word. Behind me, Rhys
moaned my name again. Mor scanned my
face once more, and gripped my hand. We
vanished into wind and night.
but fine. Pissed at me, of course, but he can shove it.” I combined Mor’s
yellow gold with the red I’d used for the Illyrian wings, and blended until
vibrant orange emerged. “Thank you—for not telling him I was here.” A shrug.
Again Mor puts other people’s needs over own. She took Feyre away from Rhys - knowing it would hurt Rhys, knowing it would upset him, knowing that Feyre was forcing her to choose a side but choosing it anyway. Then she dismisses Rhys being angry with her and Feyre’s thanks for what it cost her to help her and keep her location from Rhys (I’m pretty sure Rhys didn’t just politely ask her this once over a cup of tea and then let the matter drop. Not if Mor describes him as being pissed at her)
Even more evidence:
It was satisfactory enough to my mate—who at last looked at Mor. She nodded once,
but said, “I know my orders.” I wondered what
those might be—why I hadn’t been told—but she gripped my hand. […] Mor kept at my side, constantly monitoring. The last line of
defense. If Cassian
and Azriel were hurt, I realized, she was to make sure I got out by whatever
means. Then return.
Right to make this part even more explicit, because I think the difficulty here of what Mor has to do is possible to be underrated and I want there to be no doubt: before they went to infiltrate Hybern Rhys ordered Mor to leave Cassian and Azriel, two of the people she loves most in the world, behind if they were injured in order to get Feyre to safety. And this is something that Mor agreed to and acknowledged and I have no doubt would have done if the need had arisen. And then, once she had gotten Feyre to safety, she herself would have returned and put herself in an incredible amount of danger to get them back.
This is like….the dictionary definition of selflessness idk what to tell you any more okay.
Is this enough? Do I need to say more? Or can we just, like re-read ACOMAF and remind ourselves what an incredible specimen of pure selfless goodness Morrigan is?
TL;DR: Mor is selfless af and I will fight you on this point. That is all.
A/N: I always manage to write really long stuff… I apparently forgot this was for a BLURB night and not write a long novel in a matter of seconds. Eh, I did it anyway and wanted it to be posted.
Description: Y/N is really nervous on the first day as assistant, but somehow it only got worse when she meets the CEO - aka her one-night-stand.
You tried to be calm as you walked inside the building. Being an assistant wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t a hard job either. So you had no apparent reason to be nervous, but still it felt like a heavy stone were swaying around in your gut as you walked past the desk without noticing the stares from the woman behind it.
“Excuse you, Miss, but where are you going?” She yelled and you stopped immediately, cursing yourself out because you hadn’t thought it all through. You started backing back to the desk with closed eyes and opened them as soon as you were in front of the woman. You sighed as you felt how your cheeks turned redder.
“I’m the new assistant.” You mumbled and the woman started typing stuff in on her computer.
I normally choose to post Mashima’s artwork here, and nothing more. This blog was not made for any purpose but to share Mashima-senshi’s art, I have had no intentions of speaking out, or spreading any word. However, I was greeted with this in the mailbox and this is not okay.
Here are the reasons as to why: 1. Anon hate is never okay. It shows that you are a coward who do not have the guts to speak out with your identity attached, likely because you’re afraid of the repercussions. If you do not have the guts to speak out openly about your apparent disgust, you do not have the right to speak out at all, especially not a blog where his work is being shared and loved. That being said, hate in general is not okay.
2. If you would like to word your dislike for a well-known artist, kindly structure your distaste clearly. We Do Not Type like this in a normal setting. I assume you were attempting to state your opinion of “Hey,do you know thatHiro Mashima’s drawings are disgusting? I hope someone will fucking kill him one day. He is not a great artist at all in Fairy Tail. Story ishorrible!!!” At least, that was my inference, I had a little trouble at the end.
3. Let’s break down point 2, shall we? Firstly, we do not need to know that you find Hiro Mashima’s drawings disgusting. What are you doing on a blog that does nothing but post Hiro Mashima’s artwork if you find it disgusting? It seems you may have a problem. If you find something disgusting, I suggest that you stay away from it. Perhaps you can try a blacklist function, it is easily found with a quick google search. Going to a blog that posts nothing but something you find disgusting may mean that you have an issue, please see a doctor if it persists, it is not healthy for you to continually visit something that contains things you find disgusting.
4. Secondly, hoping that someone will be killed simply because you dislike their drawings is a very dark thought. It is extremely unhealthy to channel so much hate over drawings that does not belong to you, and can be avoided if you take the steps suggested in point 3. Mashima-sensei has done nothing wrong to you, it is not as though he has threatened your family, or harmed you in any manner; such hate is unwarranted, especially if your only beef is with his drawings. If you phrase this in another manner, it can be taken as a death threat, and you may and can be reported for that. That will get you in a whole lot of trouble, as the police may be involved.
5. Thirdly, we have established that you find Mashima’s artwork disgusting, and in your opinion, lacking. However, do note that the term ‘great’ is a subjective term. For example, you may think that you’re being oh so very great when you send an anon hate ask like this to a Hiro Mashima artwork blog, but in my personal opinion, I think such an action is quite the opposite of great. On the other hand, I’m sure many others following this blog for his artwork would agree that his artwork is rather great in their opinion. As this is a subjective determination, I will leave this as such.
6. Based on inference, it seems that you were attempting to tell me that his art in Fairy Tail is not great. Please be gently reminded that Fairy Tail belongs to him. He created the manga, and the style, and the art for the characters. Be mindful that the canon appearance, art style, literally everything, belongs to him. You may think that it’s not great artwork, but in Fairy Tail, it’s as canon as it is, which technically makes it the greatest, especially if you’re measuring upon the likeliness of artwork with canon.
7. If you find that the story is horrible, you may choose to drop Fairy Tail like I know many have done. What is the issue here? I find it hard to understand why you continue to apparently torment yourself with art and story that you do not like and find horrible. Like previously mentioned, Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima, What he chooses to do with it, and what he ultimately does with it, is his own choice. You have no right to dictate his actions or decisions. If you dislike it so much, please leave the fandom. No one is stopping you.
8. Lastly, I just want to say that I do not advocate hate in any forms. If you dislike something, the smart move is to unfollow, blacklist, and avoid. Going forward to send messages like such to a blog that enjoys what you do not is honestly not the action you should be taking. You take the fun and happiness out of others because you dislike something. One can not expect everyone to like the same thing, and on the same note, one cannot expect everyone to dislike the same thing. You would not like it if I came up to you and said horrible things about the things you like, you would not like it if I came up to you and said that someone you like, and I quote “I wish someone will fucking kill him one day.” Even if you can not enjoy something, you should not take that enjoyment away from others. It is never okay to hope for someone’s death, especially over such a small thing as artwork or manga that would not be detrimental to your life.
People who come to this blog came here for Hiro Mashima’s artwork. If you do not have that intention, or like them, please just leave. There is no place for your hate here. This is a place for people who enjoy Hiro Mashima’s artwork to unite and connect.
If any word is spread in this post, let it be this.
So, I’m really excited for episode 3 and I have a theory I wanted to share with you guys. This may contain spoilers, so read at your own will.
We all know that episode 3 is all about Alec/Jace and their Parabatai bond, Todd, Darren and the cast said that many times. Now that we got a few trailers and sneak peaks I started to think about some things.
I’m going to start with episode 2 (if anyone reads this after episode 2 airs, keep in mind that I wrote this post before the release) from what I saw in the promo Clary will finally talk to Jace and maybe even help him escape, but I think 1) for whatever reason Jace goes back to being with Valentine or 2) he might hide for a while until it’s safe for him. Whatever happens looks like in episode 3 the Clave will get to Jace and will arrest him:
I personally think this scene is from episode 4 but is just here to make my point of Jace being arrested.
Obviously a lot is going to happen before he gets arrested, for example, let’s talk about Alec. In one of the sneak peaks we got a scene where Alec is unconscious. Why? I’m not sure.
My first guess is that he tried to track Jace through the Parabatai rune again. He looks sweaty, like he had to go trough a lot of pain and effort and that is the only thing that comes to mind now to explain it.
Okay, they find Jace and and take him away from Valentine or maybe Jace finds a way out himself but, either way, they won’t have too much time because, like in episode 1, as soon as he was on land the Clave was able to track him, so I bet the same thing will happen and it won’t take long until they get to him. Whatever Jace leaves by himself or someone rescues him, the first thing he’s going to do is see Alec. Their bond is really strong and as far as I know, even being away from each other can make them week, therefore he needs to see Alec, to make sure his brother/Parabatai is okay, but what he’ll find is an unconscious Alec at Magnus’ apartment. (Prepare yourselves people because I know this scene is going to hurt).
If you’re not crying just thinking about you’re not human.
Alec and Jace finally reunite, but they won’t have much time to, enjoy it, let’s put that way. The Clave will get there and will take him, like we can see here:
If you watch the first episode, Victor has some people in uniform with him, some kind of Shadowhunters police (I don’t really know what they’re supposed to be, so I’m calling them like that) and the guy next to Jace here seems to be wearing that same uniform. Like I said before, the Clave will track Jace, arrest him at Magnus’ and take him to the City of Bones. As to what happens next I don’t really have a theory for that. YET. And this is what I think will happen regarding Alec and Jace.
Another thing from that episode is this:
I’m like 98% sure this is from 2x03. From the video we can see they are alone during this scene, I’m thinking this happens after Jace leaves with the Clave. I think at some point Alec will come back from his unconsciousness and that when this happens, Magnus will give him a kiss. I’m imagining a really soft kiss, just to remind Alec how much he cares about him. (Guess who’s crying before anything even happens? Yep. Me.)
So that’s all I have for you guys. I would love to know your opinions on my theory and in just two weeks we’ll see if I got it right. :)
I don’t have a theory for this to be honest. It just looks like the same clothes he’s wearing in the other screenshots, so I guess it’s from episode 3 as well and I can’t wait to see Magnus kick some ass with his awesome blue magic and cat eyes. I live for bad ass Magnus.
On the topic of this whole “Female Broly” thing...
I think people are blowing this way out of proportion, from claiming it somehow confirms Movie Broly is “canon” too, to thinking this is somehow a sexist way of taking a character literally fueled only by emotion and making them into a girl and… it’s just getting silly.
So to clear this up: This is not Broly. Not technically. It is a new character, who happens to transform into a Broly-like design. The reason it amused ME in my original post, is that this is as close to a canon Broly the Broly fanboys will ever get, and I saw many of them becoming quite upset over the apparent change in sex.
That being said, there are a few interesting things to note, one of which is this: this new young lady has the potential to have far, far more character than Broly himself ever did. Consider for a moment, her design. When we first see her, she’s a small girl. Small, pretty, rather frail-looking and timid.
But when she transforms, she’s the opposite of that. She’s strong, powerful, built for strength, aggressive and intimidating.
The character dynamic this presents, and the potential it has, is terrific. We have a proverbial Jekyll & Hyde, a Bruce Banner/Hulk, it’s almost as if that’s her opposite, or how she wishes people would see her. It may also be a true duality of personality. Maybe she herself doesn’t like to fight, doesn’t like violence, but when she transforms she gets crazy aggressive. Who knows?
That’s why I’m actually interested in seeing where it goes, and why I’m amused that there are people who would rather have the generic screaming roid monkey over her.
Hi…. So I don’t know what to say other than I’m even deeper in this hole than I thought, so I found myself writing this and now I find myself posting it. I don’t know whether anyone could want any more of my rambling writing, but just let me know if you do, or if you have any ideas you’d like to suggest,
Summary: Mal’s revenge plot doesn’t go to plan, Carlos is the sweetest person in all of Auradon, you find the whole situation emotionally draining, and nobody deserved to pass Goodness 101 because they’re all evil masterminds.
Mal maintained that Carlos had it coming. That little shit had been ruining her and Ben’s dates all week for no apparent reason other than he was bored. She figured the least she could do would be cast a little teensy tiny spell on him in return. It was just your luck you got dragged into it.
Jay was an awesome person in your opinion, you hadn’t known him well a month ago, (hell it was only a week before that that you’d joined Auradon Prep in the first place), that was until you were paired together for a school project. You’d discovered he was a good guy and a great friend. It hadn’t mattered to you in the slightest who his parents were, and you had speedily become close friends with the Rotten Four, even declaring yourself their official parent after observing through their telling behaviour and rushed stories how awful their lives had been so far. You knew better than most that someone’s family had no effect on who or what they were, curtesy of your own parents.
You had been lifted out of school for the past week in order to visit Olympus and spend time with your parents (you really loved your parents, your Dad Hercules would relive you of your studies so you could spend the day together, and your Mother Meg would simply bail you out because she knew how much it sucked), and Jay had been nice enough to compile all the notes you needed. You were only annoyed at yourself that you’d forgotten to pick up the notes yesterday evening like you’d both planned and now had to drop by Saturday morning. It was comical really; how were you to know Mal had fed Carlos an altered batch of love potion cookies the night before, leaving adequate time for the spell to take effect by morning (it was a different recipe to the one she’d used on Ben, she had after all wanted different results). This one decreed whomever the affected saw first became the object of their unbridled affections. To put it simply, Carlos would fall in love with whoever he saw first that morning.
You knocked on the door.
You found yourself fidgeting as you waited, regretting not making more effort this morning, you didn’t care at all what Jay thought of your appearance, at least no more than anyone would care around their friends, but Carlos… Let’s just say you had a borderline unhealthy need for him to find you attractive. It was just, he always looked so goddamn attractive and his freckles were unfairly cute and his smile was lethally beautiful so you just, sort of hoped, that he might feel the same kind of way about you. Well. You thought that slim possibility was now nonexistent.
You knocked on the door again.
Jay, ever the heavy sleeper, didn’t emerge from underneath his mound of bedding. Carlos, ever the light sleeper, was unceremoniously awoken. He shuffled towards the door, opening it while rubbing his eyes and letting out the most adorable yawn fathomable.
“Hey Carlos- oh sorry, did I wake you?” You winced studying the boy’s sleepy disposition.
He watched your beautiful eyes scan his face, the concern for him in them making you all the more attractive. You were only wearing super causal clothes (in fact you’d slept in the shirt) but you looked incredible, mildly nervous at his prolonged silence and dark circles were visible under your eyes, but incredible nonetheless.
“Carlos? You okay there?”
He coughed. “Yeah. Yes, I am- I’m fine.”
You smirked dubiously. “You sound it,”
“So, uh, what can I do for you Y/n? I mean, how can I help?”
“I haven’t been here all week, and Jay had a bunch of notes to give me.” Your voice lilted at the end, the statement coming out as a bit more of a question as you peeked into the room.
“Well you can come in, if you- if you want? We can look for them, and, um, we can wake Jay up and make him help,”
“Awesome. Thanks Carlos.” He didn’t know whether his heart swelled at the smile of relief that spread across your face, or at the way you said his name. His heart always missed a beat when you spoke it, but now the effect seemed amplified somehow.
Your smile turned wicked at the sight of Jay soundly sleeping. You dropped your bag as quietly as you could on the floor, and crept forward. “Wake up Jay,” you exclaimed painfully loud, jumping on top of the slumbering boy.
The boy in question groaned loudly. “Y/n? Is that you?”
“Yeah, I’m really sorry I couldn’t resist.” You explained impishly.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” Jay tugged down the duvet and grinned lewdly up at you, nodding at your straddled position over him.
You rolled your eyes at his innuendo, and moved to climb off of him when you heard a noise behind you.
Both you and Jay turned around curiously. “Carlos. Did you just, growl?” Jay asked disbelievingly.
“Don’t touch Y/n.” Carlos was stood with his fists clenched, his chest heaving and the rage practically rolled off him in waves.
“What did you just say? Did you just tell me not to touch Y/n?” Jay clarified bemusedly as you carefully slid off the bed.
The younger Isle boy didn’t cease to look distressed and you approached him, your confusion evident.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t-” He stopped, stretching his hand out towards you. You took it immediately and then Carlos had his arms wound around your waist, and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. What. You looked at Jay, who was trying not to laugh and failing miserably.
The boy currently wrapped around you let out a noise between a hum and a sigh, obviously contented. You felt his warm breath fan your exposed collarbone and you tried really really hard not to blush as red as Ariel’s hair.
“Carlos?” You questioned. No response. “Honey,” you implored, the word rolling off your tongue far smoothly than could be expected, and he finally lifted his head with a dopey smile. “Have you been feeling… weird lately? Maybe because you drank something, or you met someone strange?” Jay nodded his head at your assumption something unnatural had happened to Carlos to make him act this way. He looked thoughtful.
“He wasn’t like this yesterday,” Jay offered, his lips twitching unbidden. You knew why he was fighting a smile. You could practically feel Carlos staring at you intently (read: lovingly).
“Carlos what did you do last night?” You probed but it fell on deaf ears. Carlos had began to fiddle with your hair idly and yet again you resisted the compulsion to let a rosy blush consume you.
“I want more of Mal’s cookies.” Carlos murmured absently but with surprising determination.
You and Jay shared a look.
“Mal’s cookies?” You both said in perfect time together.
“They were really good,” The freckled boy muses, more to himself.
You conspire silently with the older VK yet again and know exactly what you have to do.
“Mal!” Nothing again.
“Mal, open the door right now or I swear to Hades I will-”
The door swung open.
“Jay it is a Saturday, what is wrong with you?”
“What did you do to Carlos?” Jay asks assertively, leaning against the door frame. Her smirk is delightedly cruel (some things never change) and she goes to answer him when she spies you. And Carlos. Who had refused to let go of your hand as you journeyed over there and now in addition held your waist and was he- Yes. He was now smelling your hair.
“Oh this is much better than I planned.” Mal sniggered, crossing her arms. “Hey Y/n.” You quirked an eyebrow. “Having fun?”
“Mal.” You said sternly ignoring Carlos’ breath which tickled your ear. This boy was going to be the death of you. “What the hell did you do to Carlos?”
“Well considering this turn of events, I’d say I’ve helped him act on his feelings.” You didn’t think to much on that, you weren’t sure you could handle that at 8:48 on a Saturday morning.
“Mal just tell us what you did.” Jay stood firm, crossing his arms and looking protectively over at you.
She sighed, “you’re no fun,” she strolled over to her bedside table, casual as you like and grabbed something from it. You all stepped into the room. “Here.” Mal tossed the item at Jay who caught it effortlessly.
“You didn’t.” He said upon seeing what it was.
“I didn’t. It’s a different recipe don’t worry.”
“What’s going on?” You asked.
The purple haired girl turned more somber as she caught onto how confused and unamused you were. “I’m honestly sorry you got pulled into it Y/n, I figured he’d see Jay and it would be really funny-” Mal actually looked kind of contrite and you squeezed her hand.
“Just tell me what you did,”
“I gave Carlos a love potion. One that worked by making him fall in love with whoever he saw first this morning.” Her face was mostly impassive but her eyes looked worried. Auradon was fast giving her a new moral code.
“Love potion?” Carlos himself questioned, his grip on you tightening.
“Why?” Jay queried.
“He’s been messing up my dates with Ben all week. For no reason. I thought this would get him to lay off,”
“Can you make an antidote?” You interjected trying not to seem too upset. It wasn’t because Carlos was now in love with you, that was pretty much a dream come true, but you wished it wasn’t induced by a potion and spell.
“Sorry, you kind of have to let it run its course,”
“And how long will that be?”
“I’ve no idea,” You glared at her. “Whoops?” She tried.
“You’re so lucky I love you.”
It had been a week. And you were an awful person. A truly reprehensible excuse of a hero and you parents should be ashamed. Why? Because you had loved it.
Carlos pretty much hadn’t left your side. He had arrived outside your room every school day at 8AM, accompanied by some kind of breakfast treat he’d been persuaded into buying at the bakery and, obviously, Dude. You had established a routine of him being adamant you couldn’t pay him back, and you trying to outwit him and sneak him the money at some point in the day. He always won (thievery and its trappings had been Jay’s speciality sure, but that didn’t mean Carlos was bad at it) and you always pretended like it wasn’t adorable.
He walked with you to every class and tried to meet you after every one concluded. On the few occasions he hadn’t been waiting for you when you got out, you only had to listen for thudding footsteps and know he was racing to arrive before your lesson ended and hadn’t quite succeeded.
He was glued to your side at lunch, and you were required to taste every single item on his plate to affirm it’s deliciousness, even when you had food yourself (“mines better, just try it”). Even in general he was very big on sharing things with you and didn’t care about displaying his affection for you in public. Thankfully, that eased up after the first day otherwise you would have gone round the whole time looking like a tomato.
Your friends thought the whole thing was hilarious. Evie would constantly coo and remark on how cute a couple you were which would have Carlos grinning like a fool and you shooting her deadpan looks. Jay was amused by the whole affair and hadn’t stopped teasing you for even a second. Ben (arguably your closest friend) was at once concerned about Mal using disruptive magic, confused by the strange dynamic, and oddly smug in his insinuations that hinted he knew how this would pan out. Lonnie and Jane had reactions that best reflected the general consensus at Auradon Prep. They hadn’t even realised Carlos was under a spell. On Tuesday Lonnie had made an innocuous off hand comment; “I’m so glad you and Carlos finally got together, the suspense had been killing me,” to which you had spluttered out an explanation before making a hasty departure. Jane had been the same, but this time you were calm as you informed her of the situation and she was the one sputtering. By the time a week had passed they all acted as if they knew something you didn’t. It was infuriating.
Mal’s reaction was… Bizarre at best. She had been avoiding you, you assumed out of guilt, but an inordinate amount of times in a day you would catch her staring at you and Carlos. Her expressions ranged from surprise to glee to mischief to amusement to worry. Whatever it was, you knew Mal wasn’t great at ‘touchy feely’ stuff, so you maintained you would wait for her to come to you.
As for everyone else, you wanted to scream. No one had batted an eye, not even blinked. And it wasn’t like Carlos was subtle, sure you wouldn’t let him kiss you (the lack of consent would make your skin crawl), but he had been fairly happy with finding other ways to be obscenely romantic and adorable.
You were incredibly shocked when nobody commented or seemed surprised as Carlos positioned himself half on top of you in the Cafeteria and tried to ply you with fries. Surely someone should be surprised by these developments? This wasn’t Carlos’ normal behaviour, he was under a love spell for crying out loud. But still, not a single person seemed confused by this turn of events.
All in all, you were in far too deep and didn’t really want to dig yourself out. However, your father had one of the best moral compasses in the world, and you knew what the right thing to do was.
Enough was enough. Despite how much you had guiltily enjoyed Carlos being in love with you all week, it was wrong. And you told him as much.
“Y/n, wait,” He pleaded as you all but dragged him to Evie and Mal’s room. “I don’t want to lift the spell.”
You faltered for a second but continued climbing the ornate stairs. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you want.” You could see the girls’ door at the end of the hallway and strode towards it.
Carlos ran ahead of you, walking backwards as he tried to stop you getting to the door. “I know I don’t want to stop feeling like this.” You avoided his eyes. “Y/n,” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”
This had started as a joke but it didn’t feel very funny now.
“No you don’t.” You said firmly and he tried to argue back but you kept talking. “Carlos. You have been so amazing to me this past week, and I’ve loved you loving me, but this isn’t right. There is someone out there who can make you feel this way, without a love potion, and I can’t keep you to myself and deprive you of being in love for real.” You felt stinging tears form and you willed them not to fall. Since when were you so emotional? God, this whole thing was so dramatic. You turned away from Carlos, who looked painfully crestfallen. Your only solace was that you weren’t the only one who’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears.
You rapped on the door twice.
Evie answered it, looking bubbly and chipper as usual. However she immediately seemed to understand how distraught the two people knocking on her door were and so sobered quickly.
“Are you two alright?”
“Is Mal here?” You asked insistently.
“Yeah she’s right- Mal, Y/n and Carlos are here to see you.” Evie interrupted herself, summoning her best friend.
“Well if it isn’t my favourite couple,” she smirked as you entered the room, emerging from the bathroom herself.
“Undo the spell.” You ordered.
“Y/n I need-”
“I know you said it wasn’t possible but there has to be an antidote or an anti spell or some vodoo pendant to make this go away, I mean half my family are gods I’m sure there’s someway we could-”
“Y/n, Y/n listen to me.” Mal cut you off, grabbing your shoulders and halting your rushed expulsion of words. Her eyes flicked to Carlos who was moping in the corner. “I have to tell you something about the spell.”
“What? What now, it lasts for a year?” You ran your hands through your hair before tossing them up in frustration.
“Does it?” Carlos said hopefully from the other side of the room. You glared at him.
“Carlos. Stop. You’re not really in love with me and you never could be. Stop fighting, we need to remove the spell.” You spat, aware you were being mean but you couldn’t bring yourself to retract your words. Couldn’t he see this was hurting you just as much?
“I don’t care about the stupid spell, I love you. Why can’t you understand that?” He surged across the room towards you, staring back at you fiercely.
“No you don’t. You only think you do.” You insisted, your faces mere millimetres away from each other at this point.
“Uh, guys?” Mal piped up from beside you. “I have a confession to make.”
“What?” You and Carlos snarled simultaneously.
“The love potion only lasted 24 hours.”
“What?” You whispered.
Mal scratched the back of her neck, torn between feeling remorse at how upset her friends clearly were, and pride at how this whole situation had turned out.
“We kind of found out on Wednesday, the recipe, the one I used for the cookies, it was only for 24 hours.”
“Everyone else knows,”
You gulped. “Let me get this straight: Carlos hasn’t been under a spell since Sunday morning?”
“All week, that wasn’t a spell, that was all him? All genuine?”
Mal nodded again.
“Carlos is really in love with me?”
“Maybe you want to ask him that. We’re just, we’re gonna go.” Mal backed out the room, only pausing to grab Evie who had been watching the exchange with glowing eyes, and would have continued to do so if she left her.
The door shut with a loud click.
“You love me?”
Carlos was now somehow sheepish, and sheer adoration coursed through you as he shuffled his feet and fidgeted. “Carlos?” You had stepped apart during the revelation but now you closed the distance.
His eyes locked on yours. They seemed, almost sad. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love you so much Y/n.”
“Well good,” you laughed shakily, tugging him forward. He awkwardly collided with you, the very definition of surprised. “Because I love you too.” You didn’t realise until you said it how true it was. You loved Carlos.
He smiled so sincerely and so widely you couldn’t help but mirror him. He linked his fingers with yours, studying your face carefully.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I would be offended if you didn’t.” You grinned, leaning towards him and kissing him on the mouth. It was a kiss of contradictions; it was all at once bruising yet tender, sweet yet lustful, soft yet passionate. One of your hands still awkwardly grasped his shirt, the other played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Carlos’ hands didn’t seem to know where to rest so they travelled up and down your sides. Your noses brushed gently as you pulled away and you couldn’t help but smile dopily. Yet again he wore a matching expression and you rested your forehead against his.
“Hey, how come you were ruining Ben and Mal’s dates in the first place?” You asked curiously: in your mind it was the only happening left unexplained.
Carlos smiled, rolling his eyes, presumedly at himself, “I was sulking because you’d gone to visit your parents, and Ben and Mal seemed so happy and I was jealous so I-”
He didn’t finish because you started laughing. All of this was the result of Carlos’ intense moping. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He sighed but there was an easy smile on his face.
“Yes you are.” You admitted as you chuckled and pulled him back towards you. You kissed him eagerly, intent on making up for lost time. You shivered, like an electrical current was surging through you, and it felt addicting.
Your love for Carlos (like his love for you) thankfully, wasn’t from a batch of enchanted cookies, or a mystical spell, but it sure felt magical.
I wrote this song a few years ago which was more or less leaked (adriiiiii, nah it’s cool) so it may as well be posted outright.
I consider this a “sketch;” a non-studio/incomplete version of the track. As I’ve apparently recorded on the order of 400 songs now I’ve been proded by friends and family to start releasing things. Please understand I am generally hesitant to do so for personal reasons (and also that the majority are on this raw level of recording.)
I am endeavoring to be a little better about posting.
How does NO ONE in all of Amity Park except Jazz, Sam and Tucker know about Danny’s identity? I know there’s a post out there stating the reasons why, but he has LITERALLY GONE GHOST IN FRONT OF DOZENS OF PEOPLE BEFORE + that one episode where he ends up being knocked out to a pile of boxes where people can clearly see Phantom, but when Valerie shows up FENTON IS THERE.
Does no one also recognize the same voice because Danny had talked to Valerie on multiple occasions, both as Fenton and Phantom. Also, Sam and Tucker are always seen with Phantom and apparently these two only hang out with Fenton. Does no one get the SLIGHTEST hint or maybe thought that he MIGHT be Phantom?