Whomped up this pedigree chart for my friend who’s reading TWoK for the first time and couldn’t remember who was who in Chapter 12. Tried to keep it simple - I have so much more to say about the Kholins.
The stranger turned mentor/counselor turned friend/parental figure, the old man who saved my life when I was depressed for the first time, has passed away.
And although our meeting may have been by chance, it was by choice that he decided to stay and help me throughout my recovery. For a stranger, he treated me like he would family.
It hurts. Losing someone precious always hurts and the loss of you is one of my most painful experiences. But I take comfort in the fact that I can feel this miserable because I had felt so loved by you. I honestly don’t feel like doing anything. But then I remember you. I remember all you’ve patiently taught me.
You would have wanted me to take care of myself. Remember, HENS? Hygiene, Exercise, Nutrition, Sleep. I cannot in good conscience let myself go. So instead of just crying- I’m bathing and crying, I’m walking and crying, I’m eating and crying, I’m sleeping and crying. I may be crying but I’m still taking care of myself. Even now that you’re gone, I feel your memory gently reminding me to take care of myself. Truly, I am grateful for everything and I will carry your memory with me for as long as I live, with this second life that you gave me.
For all the lives that he had helped and saved, may his soul find peace and salvation.
frostbite (chanyeol) word count: 1079 w.
genre: fluff summary: in which chanyeol is a human furnace and sehun is the root of all evil
It was two in the morning when you felt your whole body tense up from the freezing temperature. You didn’t know why you agreed to take part in Sehun’s little adventure into the woods. Sehun convinced you to come because he said you needed to be one with nature and other bullshit his mouth tends to spill.
Sehun was one step ahead of you when you asked about the weather but the little shit didn’t check the night time temperature and that’s basically why you’re freezing your ass off inside the sleeping bag. Sharing the tent with Chanyeol didn’t help either.
Chanyeol is Sehun’s best friend or at least that’s what Sehun says. You’ve been hanging around with Sehun so much that you also get to talk to Chanyeol, for a change of air. But it was puzzling that the very limit of your conversation were mere small talks. Nothing more.
Deep inside you’ve always wanted more when it comes to Chanyeol.
You don’t know if Sehun was trying to play matchmaker or he just wanted the whole tent to himself but somehow, you and Chanyeol ended up in one tent. Thank god for two sleeping bags. With the temperature outside dropping to zero, the possibility of dying from hypothermia went from zero to a hundred. You needed some warmth. And by some warmth, you meant you wanted to sleep above the (now burnt) campfire.
You placed your hands in front of your mouth and blew some hot air, rubbing your hands after. You racked your brain for more ways to keep warm. Right now what seems to be the most favorable was also the most awkward way to get some heat. Cuddling.
Chanyeol stirred in his sleeping bag causing you to drop your antics. You quickly closed your eyes and tried not to move. Chanyeol poked your sleeping bag. “Hey, are you awake?”
Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.
He poked you again and that time, you pretended to stir from your sleep. Yawning, you hummed, “Hm?”
“Did I bother you? Sorry, I thought you were awake.” Even in the dark, you can see Chanyeol’s pearly whites flashing. You shifted a bit to face his side. His face was directly above you and he was looking down on you. You can feel your blood rush to your cheeks. You didn’t know the tent was this small.
“Well, I’m awake now,” you chuckled. Chanyeol apologized again and was about to go to sleep. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And so you muttered a “fuck it” before tugging on Chanyeol’s sleeping bag.
“Chanyeol, I’m kinda cold. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way–”
“Can we cuddle?” He asked so innocently you wanted to cuddle the shit out of him. You swore you can see a slight pout when you failed to respond.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. You can hear the anxiety in your voice. “So how do we do this?”
Chanyeol unzipped the side of his sleeping bag. He plastered a bright smile on his face despite both of your freezing asses. “Hop in.”
“Yes, captain,” you answered, giving a salute to Chanyeol before sliding next to him and finally, zipping up the sleeping bag.
It was quite spacious inside his sleeping bag. Maybe because he was taller and had a much bigger frame than you. You can feel your heart stammering, not quite sure how this whole cuddling with Chanyeol works. It wasn’t awkward but it also wasn’t exactly comforting.
On the other hand, Chanyeol was all confident. He took his position, chin was directly above your crown. You were cooped up under Chanyeol and heat was finally being transferred to you. You can sense Chanyeol’s arms hesitating to wrap around your waist. To hell with that! It was freaking cold and you needed more warmth.
You pulled Chanyeol’s arm and placed it around your waist, snuggling behind a bit. You were surprised when Chanyeol slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on top of your hand. “Your hands are too pretty to be cold.”
Good thing you had your back on Chanyeol or else he would’ve seen how embarrassingly red your cheeks were.
Finally contented with the heat surrounding your body, you sighed, contented. Chanyeol whispered in your ear, “Goodnight.”
You didn’t dream that night because what happened seemed too good to be true.
Soft light streamed in the opening of your tent. The air got warmer but it was still cold nonetheless. You inhaled a musky scent and that made you burry your head into your pillow more. Pillow? A deep voice rang through your ears, “Can’t get enough?”
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You suddenly backed away only to bounce back to his space because the zipper to his sleeping back was tightly sealed.
He lightly chuckled. His raspy morning voice sounded mellifluous to your ears. It resembles that of dark chocolate melting. “Goodmorning to you, too.”
Your hands reached for the sleeping bag’s zipper only to be pulled back in by Chanyeol. “Let’s stay like this a little bit more.”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance yet your smile says otherwise. “Chanyeol, it’s not even cold anymore.”
“When will you warm up to me?” You felt your breath hitch. There was nothing but sincerity dripping from his voice. His eyes went soft but the intensity of his gaze was strong. You were convinced he can see through your feelings for him even you yourself had no idea you had.
You had to admit. With Chanyeol like this, it was impossible for you not to fall for him.
“And when will you two lazy asses get up?! Wakey wakey, peasants!” Sehun shouted from outside before putting the tent’s flaps aside. He threw a pillow on Chanyeol’s face.
“I’m fucking hungry and she,” Sehun pointed to you, “is the only one who knows how to make breakfast. And if your cheesy love confession or whatever that is you’re about to say wouldn’t feed my stomach then save it for later.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” you said before leaning in to kiss the taller’s cheeks. You felt heat creep to your cheeks. “That was for last night.”
“Damn, man, you got game.”
Chanyeol smiled. “I know.”
note: guess who got pcy feels last night | masterlist
Tony Stark deserves so much more than he’s ever gotten. And no, I don’t mean money because I know that he has plenty of that. I mean that life has given him so much shit and it physically pains me. He’s such a broken man at this point because his life is just a series of back-stabs, losses, and people telling him that he’s a fuck up. Ever since Iron Man 1 after Afghanistan he’s just been trying to help people. He saw the damage he was doing and tried to repair it and become a better person. He genuinely cares about the well-being of humanity and he’s just trying to make everything okay. Tony is scared and he’s suffering from so much and nobody in the entire Marvel fucking universe stops for one goddamned second to consider that maybe he sometimes acts somewhat irrational BECAUSE HE’S SCARED AND JUST NEEDS A FUCKING HUG.
Everyone needs to stop seeing him as a rich, egotistical playboy and take one second to realize that he’s just a sad, scared man who is trying to make the world a better place.
Someone better give that man a hug and finally address his obvious anxiety and PTSD before I lose my shit I stg.
I absolutely do not ship Drowley. I mean how could you - *fanfic falls out of my sleeve* - Um. How could you think that I would ever like something like that? *drops an edit on the floor* That’s not mine. Who is this C-Crowley character, anyway? *meta bursts out of my pockets and begins filling the room.* B-but Destiel is going to be canon and I would never ever- *voice is muffled by the thousands and thousands of reblogged drowley posts to come*
I thought I was done with these Riza tattoo thoughts, but I guess I’m not.
Imagine Berthold coercing Riza by telling her that in her getting it, she will have the final say in what happens with Flame Alchemy. Only his spin on it is that she would be helping to make the world a better, safer place because of her “control” over it.
An optimistic, somewhat naive, Riza accepting it because she believed she was helping others…
Surprised to see that many fans are of the vein that Kara was insensitive to the fact that Alex needs her, but I’m kind of like… of course she doesn’t know she needs her.
Alex doesn’t tell her. The closest she comes is when she brings up that she was supposed to help in finding her father. Hell, that’s a loss that, within the conversation, she blames Kara for. (Not exactly the best way to go about telling someone that you want them to stick around- telling them that they are the reason for the bad parts of your life.)
The only time that Alex conveys that Kara isn’t a burden, that she’s needed, is when she’s going to lose her to the Black Mercy. But Kara lost her planet again and then her aunt. I don’t think that that revelation, that Alex might be better off with her around, was gonna stick after all that. Of course, she reassured everyone that the only reason her perfect dream was of Krypton was because she’d been feeling down in her current life. That she would choose Earth, something that I don’t think anyone could reasonably ask her to do.
Someone on here said that they didn’t buy that Kara doesn’t think Alex is better off without her, that it was an excuse so she could fly off with Clark. But look at what Kara thought some of her last words were going to be:
“I want you to have a good life. I want you to find love and be happy. I want you to do all the things that being my sister kept you from doing.”
Kara really truly believes that she’s keeping Alex from having a good life. And Alex kinda sorta regularly reaffirms this belief.
I think the issue is that some people are reading Kara as selfish for not picking up on Alex’s needs, but Kara’s face-value nature, inability to tell when Alex is lying, and hero worship that views Alex as too strong to need anything, blinds her to Alex’s more closed-off nature. (Also, we all should know Kara has only one selfish bone in her body and that’s reserved for food hogging.)
Ultimately, I think that the search for Alex’s father is a cover for Alex, so she doesn’t have to admit that she needs Kara for emotional reasons and not practical ones. Alex is likely unaccustomed to asking for things, forced into a caretaker role, so it’s a lot easier to list off the things she’s sacrificed for Kara to guilt her into staying than to ask Kara to stay because she wants her to.
It feels kind of like a co-dependent relationship, where one person needs the other and the other needs to be needed. But Kara thinks she’s the only one who benefits, and Alex isn’t emotionally aware enough to know that she likes being needed. (Still workshopping this idea…)
In the end I don’t think either of them is the bad guy, but I also think Alex said some hurtful and not fully truthful things to avoid being fully vulnerable. For instance, as we saw in the flash backs, Alex didn’t become a DEO agent because of Kara, she became one because she was drowning in her current lifestyle. This is the path she chose. When Supergirl came on, her job entailed protecting her, but she likely performed the same job for her fellow agents. As Alex said before, “protecting you isn’t my actual job”. Also, having Kara help her find her father doesn’t feel quite accurate, because when Alex disappeared in season one to find him, she was fully prepared (and even seemed to want) to do it without Kara.
I don’t think Alex really intended to hurt Kara, but she certainly played dirty, implying that she blames her for her father’s disappearance, that she’s sacrificed everything good in her life for her, and bringing up that, conversely, Clark abandoned her. The last was something that Kara should probably know, and I’m so happy Alex said it, but I wish it wasn’t used to manipulate Kara into staying with Alex. (I don’t mean the word ‘manipulate’ in some villainous abusive way, but the way we all utilize from time to time. More like convincing someone of something by using what you know to your advantage. Not quite clean, but not innately bad.) I wish it was “He didn’t treat you right,” without the addendum, “but I did.” I don’t think the words were meant to be malicious at all, but I do think they hurt Kara.
And finally, if Kara knew that Alex would wanted her to stick around, she wouldn’t have even brought the idea up. This is evidenced by the simple fact that as soon as Alex conveyed that she didn’t want her to leave, she didn’t leave.
tl;dr Kara does think that Alex would be better off without her, but Alex can’t properly express when she needs things, so she won’t really tell Kara that she’s wrong. She, instead, pretty much guilted her into staying by saying that Kara owes her for everything that she has sacrificed. It did the trick for now, but I think their relationship has some major things to work out (and I have full faith that these things will be explored).
Do you ever just get stabbed in the gut when you think about Hopper not only openly stating “I’m not saying that you’re crazy” (and Joyce’s heartbreaking response “no but you are” how many times did Lonnie make her feel this way) but actually proving she was not crazy, that she was right all along and then going to tell that to her face right away while everyone else turned their back on Joyce “over the edge” Byers?