this has probably been done already but i'm tagging it anyway


I need more blogs to follow, so if your blog is associated with any of the topics below, please reblog or like this post.

— Nintendo
— Sonic
— Splatoon
— Kingdom Hearts
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Videogames in general
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— Sonic
— Fun stuff
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Sonic
— Artwork
— Cute artwork
— Sonic
— Classic Sonic
— Sonic Forces
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Splatoon 2
— Kingdom Hearts 3
— Kingdom Hearts 3
— Cats
— More cats
— Cute cats
— Funny cats
— Evil cats
— Sonic
— sanik
— Dogs
— But more cats
— I’m allergic to cats
— That’s why I want cats on my blog
— sinic
— sonic
— more sonic
— tails also
— & Knuckles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— KH3 will never release
— Metroid
— Samus
— Metroid…
— Paper Mario
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— Nintendo Switch
— Reggie
— More Nintendo
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Kirby
— Did you know that I like pancakes?
— I should start to work out
— But I’m a lazy crap
— I also have a job with terrible work hours
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Sploon
— Xenoblade Chronicles 2
— Nintendo Switch
— But I need money for Switch
— So that’s why I have my job
— Are you still reading this?
— sinik
— u can stop now if you want to
— or not
— sonik
— I seriously need blogs to follow
— lots of blogs
— i also like music
— mostly instrumental music
— also videogame and movie soundtracks
— Kingdom Hearts III will release
— on November 30th 2018
— I have my sources trust me
— I also like Disney
— Forgot to tell that
— Big Hero 6 👌👌👌
— I have a labrador retriever
— His name is Pontiak
— He’s 4 years old and super nice
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— For real Sonic Mania is HYPE
— And Sonic Forces too
— I need my OC to get real
— The moon landing was fake
— I’m actually Neil Armstrong
— Also Elvis is alive
— Sonic Sonic Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Nintendo
— A little bit of Mega Man I guess I like too…
— Memes
— Cats
— Dogs
— But especially cats, remember that.
— my sister is hazzling me
— Cuz I said Wreck-it Ralph is a little slow
— but I love her anyway
— The Mario & Luigi games are hype
— Super Paper Mario has a better story than TTYD
— Also better music than TTYD
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Sora
— Roxas
— Music
— Videogame music
— How to train your dragon
— not the 2nd one
— It wasn’t as good as the first
— I seriously need a Nintendo Switch
— I saw a squirrel today
— It had light brown fur, almost red-like
— It was so cute! It was eating a nut
— I screamed “SQUIRREL!” when I saw it
— Like in the movie UP
— Are you still here?
— I’m pretty sure you have got an idea of what I like
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Don’t
— Autocorrect
— I dunno how “Sonic” became “Don’t”
— Maybe it’s fate telling me something
— Nah
— In that case fate can screw itself
— Sonic is BACK AND HYPE
— My fingers are tired
— I don’t know how much longer I will go on
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Super Mario Galaxy
— Rosalina
— Also I don’t like Rosalina nowadays
— They made her into fanservice material
— It’s disgusting really
— Rosalina was one of my favourite characters
— But not anymore
— Well she is still my favourite in SMG
— That game is ACE 👌
— Super Mario Odyssey looks dope tho
— Especially Bowser
— Super Smash Bros.
— I still need to play the MGS games
— I spoiled the main theme
— sorry….
— But Snake is handsome
— Nice dude
— Wanna play as him and stealth
— Sonic
— Donic
— Donic
— Sonic
— Cinos
— Sanik
— Melee
— No not Melee
— The Melee fans scare me
— Mario Kart is also good
— Splatoon
— Hey!!
— Do you think this is a joke?
— I still need lots of blogs to follow
— So don’t forget to like or reblog
— Otherwise I wouldn’t know about you
— I dunno what else I should talk about
— I could tell a joke, but that would be terrible
— I am bad at jokes
— Also we are doomed
— I had to get it out there
— Just look around yourself
— We will get nuked any day now
— Somebody gotta be real here
— I’m almost done
— Let’s write more saniks
— Sonic
— Sonik
— Sonikku
— Sanik
— danik
— sank
— dank
— memes
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— My favourite meme is We Are Number One
— I like swimming
— And skiing
— And sports in general
— Anyone wanna play some sports with me?
— I just sneezed
— It felt goooooooooood
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts
— Nintendo
— ^^
— Those are pretty much the real ones
— OH and Splatoon too
— I’m sure I missed something
— A game that takes place after Metroid Fusion
— We need Metroid 5!!!
— Spoilers ahead:
— Samus is freakin’ hunted!!
— By the United Federation
— I want a game where Samus is
— Fighting against the government
— That would be AWESOME
— Also please make Samus badass again
— She’s not just fanservice
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xeno
— Blade
— Shulk
— If you are still here
— Congrats
— You deserve a medal
— But I don’t have any
— I’m a cheap jerk
— But honestly good work
— When I was younger
— I used to roleplay as Sonic characters
— It was weird
— Atleast it helped me learn english
— Also what happened to Detective Pikachu?
— I honestly wanted that game
— It looked fun and weird
— I like those kind of games
— Do you think I should change me URL?
— And my pfp?
— I think so
— It’s pretty old and irrelevant
— But I want Detective Pikachu…
— Wanna see what happened
— Did they cancel it?
— That would be a shame if they did
— Almost done here
— Sorry
— I may have teased you for a little too long
— I’m pretty sure I will lose followers
— This post is gonna take forever to scroll down
— But I will take it
— I have already come this far
— And I will not just throw it away
— So…
— How have you been?
— I like your hair
— Did you go to the barber recently?
— Maybe you cut it yourself
— And and your shirt is 👌👌👌
— I have a shirt of my own that I like a lot
— I got it from the KH Orchestra On Tour
— It has Sora on it
— Super nice shirt really
— But your shirt really takes the cake
— Anyway
— I’m almost done here
— Only a few more lines
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonkc
— Tails
— Knuckles
— Amy Rose
— Shadow
— Rouge
— Dr. Eggman
— Dr. Robotnik
— Tikal
— Metal Sonic
— Cream the Rabbit
— Chao
— Espio
— Charmy
— Vector
— Silver
— Blaze
— Are there any more charact— EGGMAN NEGA
— He’s weird
— Also his name is just begging to be misused
— in inappropriate ways I mean
— I think you can imagine what I mean
— ALRIGHTY! Thank you for sticking around.
— It’s been a long ride
— I’m sorry it has to end
— But this is the start of something new
— I want to follow you!
— So
— Lastly before I go
— I have one last thing to say
— Sonic

& Knuckles

Okay I’ve attempted to make a follow forever for quite some time now and honestly this took forever to make anyway?? But I’ve reached 1200 which I feel is a decent milestone so I wanted to make one of these to celebrate! :D I do want to preface though, because I’ve mentally said it over probably thirty times at least as I was making this that I truly am sorry that I’m the worst person ever at communication and literally I love to talk to anyone, but sometimes I genuinely forget and don’t look in my IMs for months on end and the next time I see it I’m like?? Oh wow they probably hate me for taking so long should I still reply?? Lolol, but yeah I’ll go ahead and do these but I’m gonna do the special shoutouts at the bottom ^.^ But honestly thank you and I love you to everyone who follows me and who I follow and I appreciate all of you and I know I forgot people so chances are even if you’re not on here I’ll still follow you forever??

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On one hand, Furihata knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel. (Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).

But Furihata feels it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.

And now, a few of Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”

Trying to convince himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.

So he doesn’t notice when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.


The honking gives him enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.

“Furi, Kouki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, really,” Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”

“Ooh, you’re bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”

Leave,” Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”

The girls abruptly turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.

“Seijuurou,” Furihata says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very careful about when he uses Absolute Order.

“Are you sure you are unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.

“Yes, it was just a scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding, but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have received during basketball practice.

Seijuurou cradles his hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are going home,” he announces.

“What? We still have a movie—”

“We are going back to Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.


It is only Seijuurou’s complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.

He has come, for better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.

But he does see danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the collars they created that inhibited his abilities.

He is not sure he can ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.

Furihata is immune to his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his will.

It never occurred to him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.


A/N: OK! So! When I had this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together (plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much, anon-friends!! 


*stretches and gets ready for a long, polite response*

And you missed my points, but that’s fine, online miscommunications happen due to lack of tone and intent. I apologize if I sound defensive about Angela, because I immediately assumed that your problem was with the ship and her assumed (and now canonically proven wrong) involvement with Genji’s cyborg weaponization process. Possibly because of how hostile you sounded. I still get the hostile vibes but for the sake of clarification and explaining things as politely as possible, I will try to keep mine civil in return in hopes we all reach an understanding. 

And because this post is now super long, a readmore is actually required :>

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Black & White ★/ chapter one.

teen, 2789 words
also on ao3
summary: Jack Kelly’s an artist. And Davey Jacobs? Well. He’s art.
warnings: some internalized transphobia 
a/n: shoutout to @bisexualninej for so much help. i just. love these two and i couldn’t resist writing these trans boyfriends

Jack doesn’t like the idea of crushes. Mostly because he doesn’t understand them. Like, just because someone is beautiful and nice and kind, that means Jack has to suddenly be able to think of nothing else? What’s the point of that?

Jack can count on one hand the amount of crushes he’s had. He’s dated a lot of people, kissed even more, fucked less people than others would assume he has. But crushes? Honest to god liking someone? Not his thing. Jack Kelly isn’t about that life. And yes, he did just phrase it like that.

Which is why Jack is hesitant to call what he feels for David a crush. That? Would not make sense. They’ve literally talked twice and both times have been brief - small talk in every sense of the phrase. But… well? Jack definitely does feel something, something he doesn’t feel around others.

Not that any of that matters. Because even if it is a crush - which it’s not, okay? - it’s not like Jack is going to do anything about it. If Jack met David at a party, he probably would have pursued him, made out with him, and then that would be it. The end.

Instead, Jack has to see him every Thursday. Jack feels like this is some kind of cliche - having a crush (wait, no, not a crush!) on the model for his figure drawing class. Thankfully there hasn’t been any nudity. Jack has a feeling that’s coming and he has a feeling he’ll be sick that day.

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So I got some bad news today. Health stuff wise. This is personal stuff that’ll likely have a big impact on my writing, but ultimately it’s still personal so I’m going to put it under a read more. I apologise in advance to people phone-browsing.

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Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.
Fic Author Self Rec

heyyyyy so i was tagged by @karamelised, @fukcinglouis, @suddenclarityharry, and @londonfoginacup so i decided i should stop putting this off and actually get to it.  lol  so when you’re tagged in this you’re supposed to rec your favorite five fics you’ve written and explain why and this is SOOOO HARDDDD but i will do my best.  so here we go (in no particular order):

*The Long Way Home - so this one is kinda cheating, because it’s a series.  however, that being said, the series word total still only comes to 2003 words, so it’s actually kinda debatable as to whether it even counts as a series.  anyway, this made the list, because i’m so attached to it and yet no one ever reads it haha  anyway, it’s the closest i’ve ever come to angst and pain i think, and it all started because i was reading tkg poetry and one suddenly had this really sad and pained version of harry screaming at me and wanting his story told.  so i did.  anyway, i love it a lot.

*(Make You Want To) Scream - i feel like this is cheating a little too, because only the first part is posted, but the rest is written!  i promise!  my beta and brit pick are just super busy and i only finished writing it like…yesterday or something.  BUT while i feel like the second part of it might suck (and i probably only feel that way because @gettingaphdinlarry hasn’t kicked my ass into gear yet lol, she truly is the best), this was one of the hardest fics i’ve written.  i had such a difficult time going through and writing in a way that was clear but also expressing the various difficulties that might be had with inhabiting someone else’s body, much less someone you don’t know and it turns out you’re hella attracted to.  so it was a lot of fun while still flippin hard and i just kinda love it and can’t wait for you to read the rest.

*Who Tells Your Story - this is the fic i’m probably most proud of period and that i love the most out of all my fic babies.  or at least i love it the most so far.  this fic started as one thing and then turned into another and you guys, i hate research, but i actually researched for this fic!  and i had a lot of fun crafting the narrative and having it be larry but not like…only and completely about them.  i also had a blast creating fizzy and the rest of the crew that kinda surrounded louis for the fic and it was just a fun time to write it while also doing what i could to make sure the tone was right.  it was a good time.

*(Won’t You) Stay to the A.M. - so…apparently i can take a prompt that involves famous actor louis and homeless harry and make it pretty much pure fluff.  did you know that was possible?  i didn’t until it happened.  i didn’t even realize it was that fluffy because i still did what i could to make it have plot and conflict and resolution and stuff, but it was.  it ended up being super fluffy shit.  but i also was able to work experimental theater in central park into the fic, so yeah.  and i kinda based harry’s situation on daveed diggs.  so really i took a prompt and made it freaking self-indulgent fluff and yet somehow people still loved it.  which really doesn’t explain why i love it so much?  i’m really bad at this challenge, guys.  i think i have failed.

*Against His Better Judgement - this one…i loved but then i tried reading it again a few months ago and seriously cringed because it was painful for me to read it and it was then that i realized if i ever want to continue to love my fics, i need to never read them again.  lol  i do love this one though because the jane austen loving english major that will always be a huge part of me just can’t let my pride and prejudice au go so here it is.  plus, i mean, i put louis in booty shorts singing bootylicious during karaoke at a costume party.  can’t really go wrong with that, right?

i’m pretty sure everyone and their mom has already been tagged for this and no one actually made it through reading all the way to the end, but imma give it a try anyway!  so i tag @alienproof, @laynefaire, @hazzabooween, @andyouknowitis, @gloriaandrews, @wubwubnparmaham, @haloeverlasting and you.  if you’re reading this and you write fic and you haven’t done this yet, you’re tagged so have at it!

anonymous asked:

I'm sick of people trying to make Jake Peralta bisexual. He's only ever dated girls, and any line that suggests that he might be interested in men is a throwaway line! It doesn't mean anything! Everyone gets so excited about those lines and I don't understand it because why would you want Jake to be bi anyway? It wouldn't add anything to the story or his character.

Wow. Okay. I’ve been staring at this ask for hours, to be honest. At first I wasn’t going to respond, but this just bothered me so much that I can’t help myself. I suppose that’s what you wanted, though. You sent this ask to me to piss me off, right? To get a rise out of me? Well, congratulations, asshole. I’m pissed off.

I’m not “trying to make Jake Peralta bisexual,” I am looking at this character, who’s sexuality has not been explicitly stated and thinking, “it’s possible he could be bi.” I’m not ignoring an explicitly stated sexuality for my own head canons here. Yes, he’s dated women, and is currently dating a woman, but that doesn’t automatically make a man straight. Bisexuality is the attraction to two or more genders.

You argue that any line that might hint at Jake Peralta being bisexual is a throwaway, and therefore, doesn’t mean anything. You’re not wrong about them being throwaways, but you are wrong about them being meaningless. Jake has plenty throwaway lines and jokes about all kinds of things. This is a god damn comedy show. At the end of “Unsolvable” in season 1, Jake says, “I hate myself right now.” It’s a throwaway line, and it’s delivered in a joking tone, but it sure as hell isn’t without meaning. 

But, honestly, I’m well aware that the chances of Jake being confirmed bisexual are slim, which is actually why I get so excited about those jokes. They’re all I have to go on. I’m not going to speak for everyone who head canons Jake Peralta as bisexual, but I can tell you that the reason I get excited about lines that hint at Jake being bi because I’m bi. I love the character of Jake Peralta, and I relate to him  a lot. For me, Jake Peralta being confirmed bisexual would be amazing. I would probably cry. He’s is the protagonist of a pretty mainstream sitcom, not to mention a character I adore. His being confirmed bisexual would be huge. But for now, all I have are a few throwaway lines to cling to.

Now, I have a question for you. Would Jake being straight add to his character or the story? What evidence to you have that Jake is actually straight and not bi, besides the fact that he dates women, which I’ve already explained doesn’t mean anything.

Every character in media is assumed straight unless proven otherwise. You don’t have to wait for a character to say that they’re straight, or read into jokes or off handed comments. You could watch Brooklyn Nine Nine and assume that every character except for Holt and Kevin is straight, even though none of the other characters’ sexualities have been explicitly stated. You don’t need to have reasons to argue that the characters are straight, but I have to have all kinds of evidence that Jake might, maybe, possibly be bisexual. I have to prove that a character being bi wouldn’t negatively affect the story. I have to list out all the quotes that suggest it. I had to write out this whole long fucking essay about it.

 And, to answer your question, Jake being bi would add to his character, if it was done well. It would add a whole new layer to his obsession with macho man type action heroes (John McLane, the characters in The Squad, etc.) because it’s not just about being badass, it’s about being what society deems “manly,” which would be something he as a queer man would struggle with. It would add something to his dynamic with Holt, because Jake would have another reason to look up to him.

But the thing is, none of that has to be explicitly stated. All those things can be inferred. If Jake is bi, nothing about the show has to change. All that has to happen is for him to say it at some point (honestly, I’d even accept “word of God” canon) and that’s it. That’s enough to make me happy. 

The point is, a character being queer shouldn’t automatically have to add something to a story, and you being angry about me hoping that he’s bi is absolutely fucking ridiculous.

anonymous asked:

i really love your jikook analysis'! All of them are so interesting to read. I'm wondering do you know of any other people doing similarly with other otps in the fandom? or just analysis on each member? I'm kinda new to bts and I've become obsessed really quickly lol. Jimin is my bias and I noticed right off bat alot of things about regarding him asserting his dominance. I couldn't put into words correctly, but you have. He's so interesting to me lol. (1/3)

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a sterek smut like when stiles rides Derek in his jeep or in Derek's camaro your choice BUT FUCK I NEED THIS

Oh my god, I swear I was gonna make this a really hot, smutty thing but I couldn’t stop thinking about how impractical it would be to have sex in a car… I’m so sorry, please feel free to kill me if this isn’t what you wanted aaah

“I’m not sure this was such a good idea,” Stiles pants as he hits his head against the ceiling for what has to be the thousandth time.

“Shut up,” Derek grumbles into his neck, biting the skin and Stiles throws his head back again, tightening his hold on Derek’s shoulders. He’s pretty sure he was the one who proposed it, but fuck.

“I’m serious,” he bites out, shuddering when Derek runs his nails down Stiles’ side. “This- this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Derek snorts against his shoulder, running his nose over the curve of it before biting down. Stiles moans, driving back down against Derek, careful to avoid the ceiling as he moves, thighs trembling.

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for Naia (@fairynarrytale)

Harry likes to impress people.

He knows this isn’t a unique personality quirk—knows most people, in some way, like to dazzle others—but the instinct to amaze definitely gets out of hand for him.

(There was the one time when he was eight and tried to make his mum’s Mothers’ Day breakfast all on his own and had to get seventeen stitches in his hand after a knife accident whilst chopping potatoes.)

(And there was the other time when he dropped two hundred pounds on a new outfit for his first date with Alicia from his year ten Maths class…only he didn’t actually have two hundred pounds and his mum nearly killed him when she got her credit card bill for the month.)

(Obviously it goes without saying that jumping off a bridge to make a good impression on your roommate’s friend group is a terrible idea, but at least he’d been attached to a bungie cord at the time.)

When it comes to Niall, though, there is nothing Harry can do to make himself look like an attractive option for a life partner, apparently. It’s his own fault for being so tongue-tied with infatuation; he really can’t blame Niall for not wanting to date a bloke who appears to be mute in a rude, standoffish sort of way half the time and only able to spew childish jokes or fake philosophical bullshit for the other half. Harry is a complete mess.

So of course he takes the only opportunity that has ever presented itself to look good in front of Niall.

“This ice cream is fecking delicious, mate,” Harry hears the melodious sound of Niall’s Irish brogue from across the room. “Where’d you get it?”

Louis, ever an angel—well, sometimes honest in a way that is beneficial to Harry rather than a teasing blow to his self-esteem—replies, “Harry made it.”

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The above imagery is really suiting for what I’m about to say. This is honestly how I feel with tumblr as of right now, I feel like I’m at gunpoint, because if I don’t enjoy a character in a certain way, it’s wrong. If I or anyone has a strange headcannon, it’s wrong. Basically, there’s no right way to enjoy our favorite characters anymore.

Tumblr is hypocritical, you say we should devillainize (woobify) them, then you say we shouldn’t? What’s the truth? I’ve seen people say that it’s perfectly okay to project yourself onto your favorite character too. When does an interpretation become an OC? When do we draw the line? I’ve seen interpretations of characters that are virtually unrecognizable from the source. I get it, you want representation–tumblr is made up of nothing but the under represented.

If it hasn’t been made apparent, I really love Scarecrow. However, I love him for what he is, a fear-mongering, hroo hraa-ing, burlap wearing skinny boy. I’m not here to change him, because I relate to him though his struggles. I went through similar struggles; and while I cannot condone his actions, I adore his character and I love seeing him appreciated for the monster he really is.  I don’t need to project myself onto him, because I am not Scarecrow. I’m…me. It’s the same reason I made my own “Mistress of Fear”, I’m no Becky Albright. It would have been pointless for me to change her character to fit my personality, and it would have ruined her purpose as a character. Becky exists for a damn good reason.

When I made this blog, I made it in the hopes to share my love of Scarecrow to tumblr, but now I feel like if I say the wrong thing, I’m going to be assaulted. That’s particularly why I haven’t been posting a lot of headcannons as of late. For those of you who have sent asks or been worried about my state of mind, I do apologize. I’ve seen too many people get attacked for how they headcannon a character. But, for the person who likes them for what they are, I feel the greatest fear because I am truly going against the current. I’m not “scarecrow trash”, sorry guys. As someone with major depressive disorder, I already insult  myself enough that I don’t need to add trash to the list.

so @blamethewolf reblogged this post and i honestly couldn’t resist writing it, so here we are

Stiles is tired, okay? He’s just tired. At least, that’s the excuse he gives himself for doing nothing but lying on the couch all day long. He’s allowed to, okay? He’s been studying for and making exams for at least the past four months so he’s allowed to lounge around in sweatpants and be disgusting for at least a day.

He’s halfway through a re-watch of the fifth – and admittedly, the best – season of Supernatural when his stomach starts rumbling in protest. To be fair, he’s been eating nothing but Reese’s the entire day and while they are fucking delicious, they’re not that nutritious and he needs some real food in his stomach.

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Two weeks. Two weeks I managed to have a proper sleep schedule. Then this came along and I had to write.

Fair warning: By the time I had finished writing, it was way over four hours past my bedtime, and it might have ended up kind of… bizarre.

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Hesekiel Agam Power, Kiel for short, led a rather quiet life. He had recently graduated from college with a degree in IT, gotten a job he could do entirely over the internet, and then moved out to the quiet town of Glendale. He somehow managed to inherit a big house out there from an old great-aunt.

Glendale was a nice place. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone, but only to the extent that there was still an illusion of privacy at the very least, and most people were friendly. The woman behind the counter at the grocery store often spent ten minutes talking to each customer, and the other people in line often joined in on the conversation. As shopping day was practically the only time Kiel met people at all, he found it nice, rather than annoying. Especially considering some of the locals had little enough regard for others privacy that they liked to pull strangers into their conversation if they had reason to. In the line of the grocery store was where he met most of his acquaintances in town.

“So you’ve moved into old Linnie’s house, have you?” asked an old lady with a teasing smile. The kind of smile only little old ladies could pull off.

“Uh, yes,” Kiel answered, smiling back. No one ever spoke to strangers in the city, and he found he rather liked this. “You live up the street, right?”

“Sure do. I’ve been thinking I should come by and give you a welcome, but I haven’t found the time I’m afraid. Will we see you in church this Sunday?”

“No. No I’m- I’m not… Christian.”

Kiel’s smile turned a little nervous, and he pulled at his collar. He hoped to dear demons that the star pendant he always wore around his neck was hidden well under his T-shirt. The little old lady only shrugged, though.

“Well, that’s too bad. You’re welcome to drop by either way. Lunch is at three.”

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BTS “The Butterfly Effect” Theory

*This post is image and text heavy

This theory pertains to the connections and possible timeline related to the movie “The Butterfly Effect”. In the movie, Evan Treborn is able to go back in time by reading journals that he kept as a kid to help with memory loss and his blackouts. After discovering this ability he goes back over and over again to different points of his life to change the past so that he can save his friends who, at each turn around of time, get messed up in some way.

When I first saw people talking about the butterfly effect, or the ripple effect, my first thought went to this movie. I watched it when it first came out in 2004, however I had lost a lot of the story over the years. So recently I decided to watch it again and I actually got chills when I realized there are some similarities between Evan Treborn and Jin in the HYYH series.

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Thoughts on Rogue One

1. Fit so well into the time just before the OT! The little cameos were fun and smart and emotional, it was good to see expanded roles from a few of the recognizable people, and just generally fit in well.

2. Or rather, it fit well in the cracks between. It’s very much a story about how a lot of hard, dirty work gets done outside of people being heroes with destinies for a story to have its eventual happy ending. From pretty much the first time we meet Cassian that becomes extremely obvious, and it’s reinforced down to the fact that for the first time I can remember, we see stormtroopers whose armor is dirty when there wasn’t a battle to dirty it up.


4. More under the cut because spoilers.

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anonymous asked:

can you tell us more about why you love moriel? i've never gotten super into them like i have with nessian or feysand, but i want to!!!!!!!! i love them both i just need a lil push in the moriel direction :)

Oh, Nonnie. I don’t think you understand the can of worms and feels you’ve just opened up in the chasm of my Moriel shipping heart. Please, brace yourself.

FYI - THIS POST IS LONG; THERE IS A TL;DR AT THE BOTTOM. If you read only one thing of this insanity of a post, read that because it is the core of my Moriel love despite how ardently I feel the rest before it is important.

I, too, didn’t really ship Moriel at first. My first time reading the book, I didn’t particularly notice it. I’m not really a detail oriented reader to begin with and I was so intensely distracted by Feysand and their junk, that I missed a lot. Not just Moriel stuff. I missed backstory info and details about everyone in the squad.

And then the Nessian bonus chapter sprung up and BAM: a new ship of feels took over.

It wasn’t until I jumped on Tumblr and saw the fandom casually mentioning Moriel that I realized I missed something. Through fandom meta and discussion, I started to ship it, but it was rereading the book that showed me not only does Moriel exist, but it is a magnificent wonderful thing and Sarah has snuck it in to the book EVERYWHERE.

And to be totally uncomfortably honest with you, Moriel is one of the biggest reasons - if not the biggest - that ACOMAF has saved my sanity and my life this year. Here is why:

The Attraction

I’ll start with the simpler stuff, the plain old fact that they have the hots for each other even when they like to pretend to everyone else that they don’t.

Amren was nowhere in sight, but I spotted a golden head at the same moment she spied me, and Mor breezed to my side. She wore a gown of pure white, little more than a slip of silk that showed off her generous curves. Indeed, a glance over her shoulder revealed Azriel staring blatantly at the back view of it, Cassian and the stranger already too deep in conversation to notice what had drawn the spymaster’s attention. For a moment, the ravenous hunger on Azriel’s face made my stomach tighten.

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“I don’t have any choice but to be ready. I’ll come with you to the camp, then go my way afterward.”

“Cassian will be happy about that,” I said. Even if Azriel was the one trying his best not to stare at her.

Page 431

Ah, Starfall. Of course this is one of the more obvious quotes in the series, the one we see on most of the graphics, but like, I never really stopped to think about it when I first read. Like, truly. Think about this masterpiece.

Az isn’t just ogling. He’s staring at Morrigan like his life depends on it. His body is literally starving for her, he feels that deep of an attraction to her. Who stares at someone like that? Who looks at a woman with such love and desire, they a) can’t turn away, and b) can’t even function?

Like this is Azriel we’re talking about. Morrigan discusses with Feyre at one point that his methods of spying, infiltration, and self-control border on “sadistic” and yet!, he can’t keep himself from looking at her. The man who bathes in blood and torture and secrets for a living can’t stop simple staring at this woman. Azriel, who has “infinite patience” according to Rhys, who sadistically trains himself to be reclusive, reserved, and restrained at all bloody times, wants Morrigan so badly he can’t help but to drink her up when he knows (in his own stupid mind) that he *shouldn’t*.

Like, damn son. That’s intense!

And it’s not a one way street by any means, but I’m not going to talk about Mor’s attraction to Az just yet because I think it’s different than his is and too wrapped up in the drama of the Incident, but more on that later…

Noticing & Protecting

What struck me most rereading was all the subtle bodily movement between these two. Like, take Cassian out of the equation and these two still know how to tango around each other without touching just fine.

There are so many moments - SO MANY MOMENTS - especially in that dinner scene meeting Feyre where we see them cutting off conversations they know will hurt the other or wanting to jump in to touch, to soothe, to caress when those same painful subjects are broached.

And I think it’s more particular to Mor, or at least, it stands out to me with her:

Azriel’s eyes had gone near-vacant as he stared at the wall of windows behind me.

“They’re barbarians,” Amren said, and neither Illyrian male objected. Mor nodded emphatically, even as she noticed Azriel’s posture and bit her lip.

Page 169

She’s worried for him. She’s sees it. They’ve barely even started discussing Illyrian culture and they haven’t even mentioned Azriel’s history and already, Az is brimming with brooding and Mor sees it and i think it terrifies her because she knows what he’s been through. She takes the time to notice Az when maybe no one else quite does and she’s concerned for him.

But it gets worse:

Cassian’s grin grew as he reached around Amren to clap his friend on the shoulder. Azriel sighed - the sound of the longsuffering. The warmest expression I’d seen him make. “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.

Pages 173-174

She just wants to touch him. She just wants to reassure him everything is going to be okay. Cassian is rather lightly discussing probably the most painful formative experience of Azriel’s life and Mor cuts in - not to chide Cass because I don’t think he means any harm, but because she knows the pain it’ll cause to Az.

You know, there are a lot of moments in this book that talk about Cassian being the buffer, trying to protect Azriel from Mor and the broken promise she might be for him. But honestly? Mor has Az’s back just as much as Cassian does. Cassian doesn’t really notice here that Az is hurting and again, I don’t point this out to be mean to Cass because I think there is no ill intent on his part. He simply doesn’t notice. No one does. Except Mor. She makes it a point to notice. There is effort. She’s staring at him. She’s considering his hand. She wants so badly to just comfort him when this the most horrific event in his life (save maybe the Incident) brings all the demons up for him.



Technically, they aren’t forbidden. They could be together, but they both feel they can’t be and the enormity of that weight is unbearable. To want to touch and comfort someone you love so deeply, but you can’t? Because it might make things worse? But you’re still so concerned for them you burn yourself up and decide to think about jumping off the cliff anyway?

Sort of like how Az can’t help but STARE AT HER IN THAT DRESS AT STARFALL?

And it happens again, repeatedly:

“No need,” Rhys said. “And I don’t trust this information, even with your sources, with anyone outside of this room. Save for Amren.”

“They can be trusted,” Azriel said with quiet steel, his scarred hands clenching at his leather-clad sides.

“We’re not taking risks where this is concerned,” Rhys merely said. He held Azriel’s stare, and I could almost hear the silent words Rhys added, It is no judgment or reflection on you, Az. Not at all.

But Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded, his hands unfurling.

“So what do you have planned?” Mor cut in - perhaps for Az’s sake.

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Azriel doesn’t really give much indication after Rhys’s reply that he’s still reeling or feeling slighted, but Mor gives him the reprieve anyway. She directs the conversation in a way that will best address Az’s comfort and needs. And it’s because she knows him. She’s looking out for him. She realizes that Azriel - again, that man who trains so diligently and relentlessly towards perfection - might feel wounded at having his credibility questioned. So she gets him out and away from that moment as much she can in the simplest of ways.

These moments and misdirection in conversation might seem small, but when you consider the gravity of what they’re talking about - Az’s hands burning, his wings being bound and unable to fly, his credibility as a spy questioned (and later on in Mor’s case, her wounds via Eris & Keir) - they aren’t small at all. They’re everything.

But this isn’t even the looking out for Az that Mor does that really kills me. What really kills me - guts me when I think about it - is her watchfulness for him on missions:

Azriel, surprisingly, had returned from the mortal realm by lunch. Mor had intercepted him first, but I’d gotten a secondhand report from Rhys that he’d found some sort of barrier around the queens’ palace, and had needed to return to assess what might be done about it.

Page 293

Azriel continued his attempt to infiltrate their courts - still to no avail. I heard about it mostly from Mor, who always knew when he’d return to the House of Wind, and always made a point to be there the moment he touched down.

Page 376




Mor finds Azriel first. Mor attends to Azriel when he comes home. Mor waits for him at the House or wherever he might be. Do you know what this implies??

1) How long is Azriel gone for? Does Mor even know? She probably doesn’t. His missions are top secret, which means, she’s spending who knows how much time waiting for him, making sure she’s home so she’ll not miss him. That’s a lot of time to spend when you think about the gaps of time Az is away spying in this series. But Mor cares enough to wait for him and make sure he’s okay. You would think Az’s first priority would be to find his High Lord and report after a mission, but Mor DGAFs on her own High Lord and goes to Az first to check on him, to make sure he’s okay. She made it a point to be there. That prioritizes Az. That makes him important in her eyes, more important than anything else she might have to do.

2) She is well aware what darkness is waiting for her when Az gets back. Rhys tells Feyre that only Mor gets Az to admit to his feelings on the darkness of his work. There is bound to be some heavy weight on Az when he comes back from a mission, whether it’s physical wounds or mental demons chasing him, it’s gonna be some deep shit and she knows it, but still she goes. Because she loves him. She doesn’t wait for Cassian after a battle. She doesn’t wait for Rhys after a bad day at court. But she waits for Azriel because she knows the darkness winding up in him and she wants to be there to help weather that storm and make sure he’s okay.


And for anyone looking at this thus far thinking baby Az is the one taking all the protection, where is his for Mor? Well let me tell you, he does it too without even having to mention the actual part he played in the Incident:

The Court of Dreams - the dreams of a half-breed High Lord, two bastard warriors, and… the two females. “And you?” I said to Mor and Amren.

Amren merely said, “Rhys offered to make me his Second. No one had ever asked me before, so I said yes, to see what it might be like. I found I enjoyed it.

Mor leaned back in her seat, Azriel now watching every movement she made with subtle, relentless focus.

Page 176

“They were my friends, too. And when I look at you…” She bared her teeth. “I see nothing of those women in you. When I look at you, I know that your ancestors would be ashamed. You laugh at the idea of peace? That we can have it between our peoples?” Mor’s voice cracked, and again Azriel subtly shifted nearer to her, though his faced revealed nothing.

Page 388

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. Azriel had taken to the clouds to contact his spies. He’d quietly promised the pacing Cassian to find Mor when he was done.

Page 395


He watches her. He knows when the conversation might take a turn towards something unfriendly, something painful for her. And then when the conversation does, as with the queens, he moves, almost instinctively. He’s there offering his body and his presence as support. And then just like how Mor waits for Azriel to come back from missions, he promises to go and find her when she is off lost in her own right and catch her from her own horrible darkness, the one that matches his own.

Again, I say: forget Cassian in the buffer equation. These two are circling each other like vultures all on their own, dang it!

The Incident, the Hurt, & All the We Can’t’s

This is where things start to get painful with this ship. And to be honest, I have so many quotes to throw at you, I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll just pickup and see where this goes.

For starters, two passages that are seemingly negative on the surface for Mor:


“I want to go dancing. I won’t be able to fall asleep when I’m this full. Rita’s is right up the street.”

Dancing. My body groaned in protest and I glanced about for an ally to shoot down this ridiculous idea.

But Azriel - Azriel said, his eyes wholly on Mor, “I’m in.”

“Of course you are,” Cassian grumbled, frowning at him. “Don’t you have to be off at dawn?”

Mor’s frown now mirrored Cassian’s - as if she realized where and what he’d be doing tomorrow. She said to Azriel, “We don’t have to-”

“I want to,” Azriel said, holding her gaze long enough that Mor dropped it, twisted toward Cassian, and said, “Will you deign to join us, or do you have plans to olge your muscles in the mirror?”

Cassian snorted, looping his elbow through hers and leading her up the street. “I”ll go - for the drinks, you ass. No dancing.”

“Thank the Mother. You nearly shattered my foot the last time you tried.”

It was an effort not to stare at Azriel as he watched them head up the steep street, arm in arm and bickering with every step. The shadows gathered around his shoulders, like they were indeed whispering to him, shielding him, perhaps. His broad chest expanded with a deep breath that sent them skittering, and then he set into an easy, graceful stroll after them.

Page 285


Mor, it seemed, went to Rita’s more than anyone else - practically lived there, actually. She shrugged at Cassian’s demand and another chaise like Amren’s appeared. “I just went… out,” she said, plopping down.

“With whom?” Cassian pushed.

“Last I was aware,” Mor said, leaning back in the chair, “I didn’t take orders from you, Cassian. Or report to you. So where I was, and who I was with, is none of your damn concern.”

“You didn’t tell Azriel, either.”

I paused, weighing those words, Cassian’s stiff shoulders. Yes, there was some tension between him and Mor that resulted in that bickering, but… perhaps… perhaps Cassian accepted the role of buffer not to keep them apart, but to keep the shadowsinger from hurt. From being old news, as I’d called him.

Cassian finally remembered I’d been standing in front of him, noted the look of understanding on my face, and gave me a warning one in return. Fair enough.


“Why exactly,” Cassian said to Amren and Mor, not even bothering to try to sound pleasant, “are you two ladies here?”

Mor closed her eyes as she tipped back her head, sunning her golden face with the same irreverence that Cassian perhaps sought to shield Azriel from - and Mor herself perhaps tried to shield Azriel from as well.

Pages 302-303

First off, the instantaneous way that Azriel offers to go dancing with Mor when he darn well knows he has to be up in mere hours to go do something brutal and mentally draining for his court just floors me. This kid has got it so bad for her.

And secondly, when he watches Cass and Mor go walking off arm in arm and his shadows constrict and the feeling of agony and longing just becomes so palpable in that passage and ugh AZ LET ME LOVE YOU.

And I think that at first glance it might seem almost cruel the way Az offers to take Mor, but then it’s Cassian she strolls off with much as it seems a bit cruel how she reacts about Az in the second passage, which Cass calls her on. But to be honest, I think both of these passages answer to that and point out why in fact it’s the total opposite.

Essentially, it’s too damn painful. For both of them. She’s not being a tease, she’s protecting - both of them.

For Mor, Az looks her dead in the eye and the narrative implies it’s a prolonged glance, one that is deep enough for Mor to recognize the intensity and connection behind it and grow uncomfortable to the point that she has to physically turn away. There is criticism there to be sure on Mor’s part about not being able to broach this subject of her and Az, of having to let it fall and shy away from it, but then there’s this second passage that answers for it: even Mor is shielding herself from and for Az’s sake just as much as her own.

Once more, never mind Cassian being the buffer. Mor does it plenty on her own and with good reason. She knows it’s painful. She’s knows the risks if she does it and I think her actions are both a) admirable because she loves Az deeply enough she doesn’t want to hurt him, and b) justified because as the following quotes will all show, their history and romance is so mottled and dangerous, you can hardly blame them for feeling like they can’t have one another:

Rhys said with soft wrath, “Eris left her for dead in the middle of their woods. Azriel found her a day later. It was all I could do to keep him from going to either court and slaughtering them all.”

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But it was from Azriel that Keir cringed. From the sight of Truth-Teller.

One day, I realized, Azriel would use that blade on Mor’s father. And take a long, long while to carve him up.

Page 411

For Az, what happened to Mor was devastating. I mean, imagine how truly awful it must have been for him to find her body all mangled and dying that even Prythian’s most powerful High Lord said it was ‘all he could do’ to keep Az at bay from killing everyone.


Nevermind his powers. Nevermind that he’s stronger. Rhys could barely keep a lid on Az. That is the intense level of suffering the Incident brought on. That is what Mor is shielding against. All that pain. All that horror. It’s a bomb waiting to go off and it’s what Mor and Az risk detonating (or they think they risk) if they were to be together.

I mean, look at how Feyre realizes Azriel is going to carve Keir up with his sword. It’s gruesome. He’s going to pay back those wounds he dealt to Mor tenfold because that’s how terrible the Incident was and the consequences it gave the Squad.

I’m not crying YOU’RE crying.

Fighting my nausea, I pasted a sleepy, lust-fogged smile on my face. Right as Azriel returned and gave Rhys a subtle nod. He’d gotten the orb.

Mor slid up to the spymaster, running a proprietary hand over his shoulders, his chest, as she circled to look into his face. Az’s scar-mottled hand wrapped around her bare waist - squeezing once. The confirmation she also needed.

She offered him a little grin that would no doubt spread rumors, and sauntered into the crowd again. Dazzling, distracting, leaving them thinking Az had been here the whole time, leaving them pondering if she’d extend Azriel an invitation to her bed.

Azriel just stared after Mor, distant and bored. I wondered if he was as much of a mess inside as I was.

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“Rhys came back the next morning, and when he learned what had happened…” She laughed under her breath. “We try not to talk about the Incident. He and Cassian… I’ve never seen them fight like that. Hopefully I never will again. I know Rhys wasn’t pissed about my virginity, but rather the danger that losing it had put me in. Azriel was even angrier about it - though he let Rhys do the walloping. They knew what my family would do for debasing myself with a bastard-born lesser faerie.” She brushed a hand over her abdomen, as if she could feel that nail they’d spiked through it. “They were right.”

“So you and Cassian,” I said, wanting to move on from it, that darkness, “you were never together again after that?”

“No,” Mor said, laughing quietly. “I was desperate, reckless that night. I’d picked him not just for his kindness, but also because I wanted my first time to be with one of the legendary Illyrian warriors. I wanted to lie with the greatest of Illyrian warriors, actually. And I’d taken one look at Cassian and known. After I got what I wanted, after… everything, I didn’t like that it caused a rift with him and Rhys, or even him and Az, so… never again.”

“And you were never with anyone after it?” Not the cold, beautiful shadowsinger who tried so hard not to watch her with longing on his face?

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This post is already terribly long, so I’ll try not to keep being so longwinded, but like LOOK AT ALL OF THIS.

Mor and Az are “faking” it for the Hewn City? NOPE. That scene was just as much a genuine show of comfort in the face of danger and Mor’s family/history as it was a performance. The tension there is real. The need to touch and comfort there is real. Feyre can see it plain as freaking day.

And then we have Mor talking to Feyre about the Incident and she rubs her stomach as if the scars are still fresh, like she can remember it as yesterday and how it nearly destroyed her family and she wants Az, but knows she can’t risk destroying everything again because this time without the question of her family and virginity at stake, if it fell to pieces, it would be her fault. At least, that’s what I think she thinks. And we know she does want to be with Az, BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS:

I focused on the speck of caramel brown I painted beside Amren’s eyes. “I’m sorry - for all that you endured.”

“Thank you,” she said, coming over to watch me. “Visiting them always leaves me raw.”

“Cassian seemed concerned.” Another prying question.

She shrugged. “Cassian, I think, would also savor the opportunity to shred that entire court to pieces. Starting with my parents. Maybe I’ll let him do it one year as a present. Him and Azriel both. It’d make a perfect solstice gift.”

I asked perhaps a bit too casually. “You told me about the time with Cassian, but did you and Azriel ever…?”

A sharp laugh. “No. Azriel? After that time with Cassian, I swore off any of Rhys’s friends. Azriel’s got no shortage of lovers, though, don’t worry. He’s better at keeping them secret than we are, but… he has them.”

“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.”

“But… are you interested?”

“Why are you asking such things?” Her voice became tight, sharp. More wary than I’d ever heard.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you all work together.”

A snort, that wariness gone. I tried not to look too relieved. “We have five centuries of tangled history for you to sort through. Good luck.”

Indeed. I finished her eyes - honey brown to Amren’s quicksilver. But almost in answer, Mor declared, “Paint Azriel’s. Next to mine. And Cassian’s next to Amren’s.”

I lifted my brows.

Mor gave me an innocent smile. “So we can all watch over you.”

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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.

The king rose. “What a mighty queen you are,” he breathed.

And Mor backed away. Step by step.

“What a prize,” the king said, that black gaze devouring her.

Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, “Don’t you touch her.”

Mor looked at Azriel - and there was real fear there. Fear - and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed - but covered her bloody fingers with his own.

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I know a lot of people have speculated the “something else” Mor shows is a mate bond, but I don’t think so. I think it’s some kind of recognition on her part that she loves Az more than what she knew, that he is more important to her than she has dared allow herself to realize. I think she fully sees in this moment just what losing him would do to her, that she would slaughter them all the same way Az wanted to slaughter everyone for her when the Incident happened. It would undo her entirely. I don’t know if she will let this drive her to confessing her feelings in Book 3, but it’s important all the same.

TL;DR: Darkness & Hope

Okay, these are the last few quotes I swear, but honestly? This is mostly why I love Moriel. Because ^^^all that up top is important, but all this coming up is what makes that stuff real and painful and important to me and the reason I ship them.

“Yes,” Mor said, tossing her long hair over a shoulder, “since swaggering around Velaris-”

“We have company,” was Azriel’s soft warning, wings again spreading a bit as he herded them through the open balcony doors to the dining room. I could have sworn tendrils of darkness swirled in their wake.

Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. “Relax, Az - no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys.”

The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel’s head dipped a bit - his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin.

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“Cassian 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. [SIDENOTE BECAUSE YASSS CASSSSSSS!] Him and Azriel, that is.”

Yes - Azriel, who kept a step away, whose shadows trailed him and seemed to fade in her presence. I opened my mouth to ask about her history with hm, but the clocked chimed ten. Time to go.

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“Does he mind what he does? Not the spying, I mean. What he did to the Attor today.”

Rhys loosed a breath. “It’s hard to tell with him - and he’d never tell me. I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them. But Azriel… Cassian tries, I try - but I think the only person who ever gets him to admit to any sort of feeling is Mor. And that’s only when she’s pestered him to the point where even his infinite patience has run out.”

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For me, Moriel is about hope and salvation.

I adore Azriel because of his shadows. He makes me feel validated and normal as a human being. I look at Azriel and I see someone who went to a really dark and tragic place, but he took those shadows and twisted them to his will and found a way to live through it. This is why if Az dies in the final book, I’ll be gutted. He’s the one telling me I’m okay as I am, demons and all, that it’s okay I feel the way I do every day, like I’m drowning in hurt sometimes so far in the darkness I can’t see out.

I love Morrigan because she is hopeful. She inspires me to persevere, to treat myself with self-respect and take care of myself, same as she tells Feyre. It might sound dumb, but I tell myself every day, “Morrigan would want you to floss your teeth,” or “Morrigan would want you to be happy today.” The number of times I’ve meditated on “Don’t let the hard days win?” Psh. Forget it. I’ve lost count. She is this hopeful optimism and sunlight that is missing a lot of days in my life.

Now, put the two together. MORIEL: the validation that you are acceptable on your own, but there are brighter days to fight for ahead.

Az never stopped hoping. He could have given up easily. He could have let himself fade and die, but he didn’t. Even before Mor, he didn’t. But After Mor? He came alive. He found a reason to not just meander through life aimlessly, but to actually live it and try. That touches me. That’s effing exquisite in my eyes - to know that these two people despite all the odds and risks can love each other deeply, passionately, irrevocably and still maintain the balance of their lives together and apart, always encouraging one another and lifting each other up in the best ways - that means the bloody world to me.

And that is why I ship Moriel.