my head

credit to the people who took the pics. idk who they are but they're awesome

[readthelinebitches]

So the honmoon broke and Celine is left at the tree basking in her failure to being a mother aswell as a hunter and a whole lotta demons attack

Now these aren't the run of the mill ones, these are some of gwima's strongest

Celine fights because she can't not, she's been fighting so long that she can't do anything else but she is without the honmoon, and now she is only human. A human with a vast amount of skills but still human and it only takes a misstep, one mistake for the demons to get the advantage

And well if one half demon raised by this women can do this much damage, why not make another

[readthelinebitches]

To make it worse what if used her weaknesses and she only has three that are alive

And suddenly there is one more reason she can't see her girls

[secondtolastrow]

Post-Film Celine is distancing herself from Huntrix Rumi especially. She is giving them the space without her that she believes they need but she decides to work on upcoming talents at sunlight entertainment. Celine ends up becoming the manager(until they can find a permanent one) to a very promising young group of idols in addition to CEO responsibilities it’s easy she assures everyone.

Turns out Celine has missed teaching personally and forms a close bond with her new charges and starts to have fun again. This of course doesn’t go unnoticed by Huntrix who feel like Celine is abandoning them for a new group, the anger is building and conflict is inevitable.

Hm… I feel like with all of Celine’s neuroses, and especially the fact that she’s on the rock with Huntrix, forming a close bond with her new trainees and trusting herself to do right by them would be pretty difficult

But being both ridiculously distant and also mom is kind of her brand

Which is how Huntrix ends up with a bunch of teenagers approaching debut glaring at them from across the elevator lmao

[secondtolastrow]

"Silly question about the "skeleton in the closet" Celine swaps, cause if dead-Celine swapped physical places with main-Celine, doesn't that mean the opposite is also true and main-Celine has to dig herself out of her own grave in the alternate universes before she can interact with anyone? (The potential metaphor in that scenario *shakes fist at sky*)"

Yes that is the implication isn’t it :)

Ooooooo what if dead!Celine's huntrix see her digging out of her grave >:]

They just... visit the grave and hear someone desperately screaming and shouting and it's hard to breathe and see a literal hand burst of out the soil

Celine dragging her shirt over her face so she doesn’t breathe in dirt as she smashes her way out and digs and bleeds and digs and who would’ve thought six feet could be so far?

And she’s some kind of crazed as she breaks the surface and drags it back down and

There are her girls, watching, white-faced

[zoloteh-volossya]

Rumi blinks back tears of frustration as she grabs another fistful of weeds and slices them off at the roots, applying more force with her sickle than perhaps necessary.

Trainees at Sunlight Entertainment still get Chuseok off, even after the... change in management. But they get less time off than they did than they did before, just the three days, and a demon attack forced Rumi, Mira, and Zoey to miss their flight to Jeju. All the other flights were sold out and had been for months, so they'd had to catch a (packed) train and then take the ferry, at which point they'd been so late that none of the stores were open and there wasn't anywhere to buy food for the grave offerings. Rumi couldn't cook them herself because she'd never learned how, she’d always thought she’d have more time, that she needed to focus on learning to fight and could learn the recipes and rituals later. But now Celine is dead, and Rumi will never again sit and make songpyeon side by side with her in the kitchen and she will never learn how do to the traditional Hunters’ gut rituals because there is no one left to teach it to her and without someone to advocate for her with management she wasn’t able to get to the hanok with enough time to clean so it is the first day of Chuseok and the graves are still overgrown.

Rumi dumps the weeds into the wheelbarrow and grabs another handful. It’s slower going than she remembers it having been in the past with Celine even though she has Zoey and Mira with her now. Part of it is that neither Zoey nor Mira has any real experience with gardening but honestly, most of it is that they’re tired and they’re hungry. Every day is a full day of idol training, and then after that they have to sneak out for additional combat practice – Rumi trying desperately to remember what Celine taught her, how Celine taught her – and trying to help Mira summon her weapon (Zoey had managed to summon her shin-kal from the Honmoon just a week before… before that night. But it’s been months and Mira still can’t pull anything more than a stick that rapidly falls apart back into Honmoon threads and so she’s been forced into combat with nothing but her fists and it’s so dangerous, Rumi knows it’s so dangerous, but what else can they do?) and they’re not eating enough for idols let alone idols with a demon-fighting sidejob but the management won’t listen to her and all the other idol groups know that they’ve received favoritism and so there’s this constant tension hanging over them in all their classes and whispers in the hallways and…

There is a dull thump from within Celine’s burial mound.

“Did you… hear that?” asks Mira, holding up her pruning shears like they can somehow serve as a weapon.

Zoey and Rumi meet each other’s eyes. Zoey gulps and nods.

There is another thump, louder this time. Rumi’s palm feels clammy around the sickle. “Mira, get behind me,” she says. She keeps her gaze fixed on the grave, but in the corner of her eye she can see Zoey backing away and summoning her shin-kal.

The sound of something shattering rumbles through the ground and the soil on top of the mound immediately slumps inward. Rumi holds her breath as the suddenly disturbed soil begins to ripple, then shake, then churn. A single pale hand shoots out of the dirt, then another. They grasp the turf on either side of the mound and Rumi can see the tendons in those familiar wrists straining as they heave.

Something white and round bursts out of the grave and Rumi stares at it in baffled horror for a moment before it is pulled down to reveal Celine’s face. The white thing is her shirt; she’s in the same outfit she was wearing when she died and her throat is whole, unblemished, untorn.

“Oh,” she says, and her voice is warm and rich and so unlike those horrible bloody gurgles that were the last sounds Rumi ever heard her guardian make. “Hello, girls.”

[secondtolastrow]

Celine sees the girls, pale and fearful and so so young, and every system she has shuts down into the need to comfort them, whether or not it’s even possible. “Oh. Hello, girls.”

Rumi makes a ragged, wretched sound, holding out the sickle with shaking hands—Celine no longer owns one of those. “C-Celine?”

“Would one of you mind helping me up?” Celine asks steadily. She could probably push her way out, even from this awkward position, but she’d rather not if she doesn’t have to.

Zoey half-starts, and then stops, holding her shin-kal between them with trembling hands. “Why should we do that? How do we know you’re not—Rumi?”

Rumi doesn’t seem to have any better guess as to what Celine could be, but she still tries to hold herself between them, even while keeping Mira behind her—Mira is surprisingly accepting of this, for all that she’s looking over Rumi’s shoulder, eyes wary and narrow.

“I’m afraid I’m not,” she says, as gently as she can, pushing up, gritting her teeth against the pain bursting up from her hands. “Your Celine, that is, though I’m a human Hunter, which you can test any way you’d like.”

“The hell does that mean?” Mira asks, raising her pruning shears as if they’re the best weapon she’s got.

Celine manages to get a knee out of the grave and onto the ground, crawling forward. Rumi stutters back, into Mira.

Celine’s heart breaks a little more.

“I’m not your Celine,” she says, carefully, sitting up and trying to avoid any hint of aggression to her body language. “I’m prone to moving between worlds. I’m sorry.”

“Prove it,” Rumi says, shaking and brave and Celine sees her Rumi and sees Sarang and sees every other Rumi she has known all too briefly and it breaks her heart. “Prove it!”

“We are Hunters, voices strong,” Celine sings, the same mantra that was Rumi’s lullaby, the same words that have always come to her when she has nothing left to remember, and the Honmoon of this world lights up around her, ragged and starved and still so familiar. “Slaying demons with our song.”

The sickle, the pruning shears, the shin-kal—all of them fall. Rumi clutches her hands over her mouth to muffle a scream.

(The Honmoon does not shake. Celine doesn’t know how she would’ve kept breathing if it had.)

[zoloteh-volossya]

Rumi claps her hands over her mouth to muffle a scream. Celine (not her Celine, but still Celine) rises to her feet and Rumi’ is moving before she even thinks about it. She throws her arms around Celine in a desperate hug and buries her face in her shoulder. Celine smells like dirt, her favorite shampoo, and something uniquely Celine that Rumi thought she’d never smell again. She knows it’s a misstep as soon as she does it – Celine has never been a hugger – but she can’t bring herself to let go as she breaks into loud, gasping sobs, clutching at her guardian’s back like a baby. To her surprise, Celine relaxes into the embrace, cradling the back of her head with one hand and slowly rocking the two of them back and forth.

Rumi only pulls back once she’s gotten herself back under something approaching control, sobs reduced to sniffles. This close, looking up, she can see the differences – this Celine has more gray in her hair, more weight to her frame, and unfamiliar wrinkles. She is also frowning, and her hands come up to cup Rumi’s cheeks and swipe her thumbs along her cheekbones, leaving trails of dirt as they do so. “Aegiya, your eyebags look like bruises. How much sleep have you been getting?”

“We haven’t,” says Mira from behind her, and Rumi can hear the exhaustion in her voice.

Celine’s frown sharpens. “You should be resting, then. Let’s return to the hanok.”

“We can’t!” exclaims Rumi. “It’s the first day of Chuseok, and we haven’t— the graves are still overgrown.”

“The thing about graves,” says Celine, her voice wry, “is that they’re not going anywhere. They will still be here if you return to clean them later.”

Rumi boggles at her. She remembers spending countless hours in this graveyard as Celine painstakingly tended to the graves, first playing and later, when she was bigger, doing her part to help out with this sacred duty to those who came before. “It’s disrespectful!” she says, and then, because that’s not enough, she needs to explain, she continues with, “To my mother. To you.”

“If I was angered by disrespect I would never have gotten anywhere with Mira,” says Celine, which is another reminder that she is not Rumi’s Celine, who never had a chance to get anywhere with Mira, not really. She lightly grabs Rumi by the shoulders and says, “Rumi, every Hunter in those graves knows the weight of the duty you carry on your shoulders. And every one of them knows, as you do, the danger of heading into battle stymied by sleep deprivation. They would not want you to weaken yourself for their sakes – our duty to the dead comes after our duty to the living, always.”

And Rumi does not know how to say it. How much she misses Celine, how much time they spent together in this graveyard, tending to it in quiet companionship. How much of a punch in the gut it was to come to visit Celine’s gravesite only to find that it had been covered with weeds in the months she had been in Seoul. How much of a failure it felt, that she couldn't keep Celine and couldn’t even upkeep her resting place, the place Celine had spent so much of her life maintaining fastidiously. How wrong it feels for her to be telling Rumi to leave it alone now. “But,” she tries, “you spent so much time…”

Celine sighs. “For the first four years of your life, Rumi, I didn’t tend the graves at all.” Rumi blinks at her, shocked. “It was too much, trying to take care of an infant and maintain enough popularity to sustain the Honmoon and address demon incursions and begin laying the groundwork for what would become Sunlight Entertainment. Money was tight enough those first few years that I didn’t have the funds to hire someone to come clean up in my stead, either.” Celine smiles sadly, staring at Miyeong’s grave (right next to hers). “Part of the reason I spent so much time here when you got older and I got my feet under myself again was because I was trying to prune back years of neglect.”

Rumi boggles at her. Celine didn’t talk about the early years, except occasionally to pull out embarrassing photos from when Rumi was a toddler, and she’d never mentioned any sorts of struggles with money.

Zoey chimes in, a hopeful lilt to her voice as she says, “Does this mean we can go take a nap?”

“Naps are great,” says Mira. “Count me in on team nap.”

And Rumi, outnumbered, concedes.

[secondtolastrow]

They all slip their shoes off by the door, and Celine tells Rumi to go wash her face. It’s gentle, not… There’s no edge to it.

Mira doesn’t really get why she’s thinking like that, but she does notice that Celine’s worse off of anything of them, covered in gravedirt, with her hands all bloody and torn up from digging.

“You should take care of yourself first,” she says.

Rumi’s eyes get wide as she looks down at Celine’s hands, snd Zoey says, “I’ll get the med kit!”

It’s under the couch, right where they left it, a little dusty, just like everything else.

“Celine,” Rumi says, and she takes Celine by one unbuttoned shirt cuff and tugs her to the couch.

“I can—“ Celine starts. And stops. She sighs. “Thank you, Zoey. Rumi, why don’t you go get some water for everyone? You shouldn’t fall asleep dehydrated.”

And Mira watches. Rumi can get twitchy when she doesn’t have something to do, and Celine isn’t saying it to get rid of her. She’s quiet as Zoey wipes down her hands and starts pulling splinters, even as her jaw tightens and tightens and tightens. She asks reasonable questions about what they know about medical care and makeup.

She’s good, just the way Rumi always said Celine was.

And, apparently, some other Mira trusts her.

And Mira watches.

Rumi is soaking in Celine’s presence, desperate for it. She didn’t wash her face while getting the water.

So Mira gets up.

Rumi and Zoey both turn, pause. It makes other trainees make fun of them sometimes, how hyperaware of each other they are, a three-in-one.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, and they relax.

It doesn’t even take her a minute to go and wet down a paper towel. Her own hands are dirty from the gardening, so she pauses to wash up, incredibly glad that she was smart enough to get her press-ons off before going out.

The ridiculously mundane thought makes her snort. Her life is insane.

She takes the paper towels back and gives them to Rumi. Celine stands up, making room—her hands are done—and Rumi grabs her dirty dress shirt and looks at her wide-eyed and—

“We can fit four,” she says.

“Totally,” Zoey agrees. “I sleep in a fetal position anyway.”

Celine’s expression softens. “Let’s finish cleaning up first, hm?”

[zoloteh-volossya]

Mira awakes overheated.

They’d crammed themselves into bed, Celine-Rumi-Mira-Zoey, barely fitting. Over the course of however long they’ve slept for, Rumi has migrated onto Celine, draped atop her with her face tucked into Celine’s neck and her legs sprawled across Mira’s calves. Completing the Mira-furnace is Zoey, curled right up against Mira’s other side and snoring softly.

After a moment, it becomes clear that Celine was the one who woke her. She’s gently shaking Rumi, who makes a disgruntled sound and tries to bury her face deeper into Celine’s neck.

“Please stop,” whispers Mira.

“If you girls don’t get up soon, you’ll ruin your sleep schedule,” says Celine, much louder than Mira would like. Zoey twitches and begins making the soft snuffle-snorts that Mira knows precedes waking.

“Ever since you died, Rumi hasn’t had a sleep schedule,” Mira whisper-hisses, frustrated. This is the most peaceful rest she’s seen Rumi get in months. “Management had to move her out of the trainee dorms because her nightmares kept waking everyone else in the room.”

“Wuzza? M’ name?” Rumi lifts her head, bleary eyed. A beat later, she shoots up onto her arms, her eyes bulging as she stares at Celine.

“Good afternoon, jagiya,” says Celine. “Sleep well?”

“I thought…” Rumi laughs wetly. “I thought it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. You’re back.”

Celine winces. “… For a few days, yes.”

The joy and relief slide off of Rumi’s face. “What do you mean?”

“When I travel like this,” says Celine, “it is typically only for three days or so. Then I switch back with the version of myself I replaced.”

It’s fitting, Mira thinks distantly, that the dead return for Chuseok only.

“Can’t you stay longer?” Rumi pleads, grabbing fistfuls of Celine’s sleep shirt. “We’re not ready. I’m not ready. ”

Celine reaches up and gently wipes Rumi’s burgeoning tears away with her thumbs. “I’m sorry, jagiya, but I really have no control over it at all.”

“Do you know how it’s happening?” asks Zoey, sitting up and peering down at Celine.

Rumi, on the other hand, has an expression that Mira has come to learn means that she’s working herself up about something. “Only three days, and we wasted precious hours on sleeping!” she exclaims angrily. “There’s so much we need to do, there’s so much I need to learn, Mira still hasn’t—”

Celine raises an eyebrow, and Rumi shuts her mouth with a click. (And Mira’s hackles rise, even though she tells herself that this is normal, this doesn’t mean anything, her instincts are not helpful here).

“Sleep is important,” says Celine mildly. “As is food.”

At the reminder, all three of their stomachs growl. Mira casts her mind back, trying to determine when they last ate, and realizes it must have been some snacks on the ferry ride over last night. Rumi had rushed them to the graveyard as soon as they pulled up to the hanok, distraught at its sate of overgrowth, and neither Mira nor Zoey had the heart to ask for a breakfast break. Or a lunch break, for the matter. It must now be mid-afternoon and Mira is starving.

Obtaining food, however, is less simple. All the local restaurants are closed for Chuseok, and Celine opened the refrigerator and immediately slammed it back closed again. Mira realizes that they hadn’t thought to empty out the refrigerator in the devastation after Celine’s death. The last dinner she ever cooked for them has been sitting in there, molding over, for months.

“I’m sorry,” says Rumi, “I didn’t think…”

“Your were grieving children,” dismisses Celine, and normally Mira would object to being treated like a child (she’ll be nineteen in just a few years, which means she’s practically an adult already), but Celine’s voice is so heavy with… regret?… that she hears no condescension in the statement.

Celine pulls a package of frozen meat out of the freezer and hands it to Zoey to defrost. She assigns Mira the task of cooking the rice (the only thing – barring ramyeon – that Mira can be trusted to cook, because her culinary skills consist of applying boiling water to the situation and nothing else). Then she turns to Rumi. “Come,” she says. “Let us check the jangdokdae and see what we can find in the garden.”

[secondtolastrow]

“If we’re only here for three days, we don’t want to spend more time out here than we have to,” Celine says, and something wrenches in Rumi’s chest, because no, no, she wants this—wants days in Celine’s garden back, wants to be here with her with the sun on their backs and dirt on their hands, wants to spend forever here. “Fall vegetables.”

But she doesn’t get that. So she bites back the worthless impulse to throw a fit and waste even more of her time, and walks with Celine through the plants in search of something that’s still edible.

There’s broccoli and cabbage, some absolutely wild spinach. The onions are a lost cause, but there are a few monstrous-looking carrots to retrieve.

Celine smiles at the first one she digs up. “That looks excellent, Rumi-ya.”

Rumi hates her for it, because she’ll be gone soon, and how dare she come here and remind Rumi what this feels like in the first place? Not when Rumi’s—

She tosses it down into their basket. “It looks like I haven’t tended anything for months.”

“…And what have you been doing?” Celine asks. “I see that you’re alive. That you’re training as an idol. That you’ve been teaching Mira and Zoey how to Hunt. That’s far more than anyone should have asked of you, and you’re doing it ad—“

“Mira can’t even summon a weapon!” Rumi bursts out, unwilling to hear it.

Celine doesn’t react like Rumi wants her to. She just takes it in.

“I can’t teach her, I don’t know! I can’t teach them anything, I never bothered to learn it—I always thought I’d have time,” she spits. “Time to learn how to dance the way I should, time to learn how to do all the old rituals, time to figure out how to make it so we can actually eat more than the fucking diet plan!

“Half the time I think management only keeps me on because of you—I ditch practices to hunt demons and then I show up late and bruised and the demons still get away. I can’t—I can’t even wear t-shirts anymore, and Jinho-ssi found out, and I—I can’t—

“I’m a failure. At everything.”

“Rumi,” Celine says, and sweeps her up in her arms, holding her tight as Rumi wastes all of their time by breaking down into tears again.

Then she pulls back, hands on Rumi’s shoulders, and this—this feeling, this look on her face, this is so steady and comforting and familiar in the ways Rumi has been starving out of herself for months. “You are not a failure. Maybe you have failed, but as long as you are alive, you can still become something new.“

“I—“ Rumi starts.

“And what you have been holding against yourself,” Celine continues, firmly, squeezing just a little, “does not sound like failure to me. It sounds like surviving. Do you understand?”

Rumi hates her. She hates her she hates her she hates her so much that she loves her, and she nods, sniffing, even if she doesn’t, because that’s the way Celine says things she doesn’t want to repeat.

“Good,” Celine says, and she squeezes Rumi’s shoulders again, and lets go. “Now, we are going to finish with our carrots, and then we are going to go make food, and we are going to talk about our plans for the next two days. Okay?”

“I… the jangdokdae?” Rumi says.

Celine smiles, a little surprised. “Good point. I forgot.”

[mxmmyprentiss]

Because I'm still obsessed with Spiderman BND plot, I wanted to share my Mcvadi BND AU headcanons:

- Spidergirl!Victoria x MJ!Cassie

- Dr. Strange casted a spell to make everyone forget about Victoria being Spidergirl, that includes Cassie, Cassie's son Harrison, and her dearest friends, to save everyone from a multiversal collapse.

- Victoria tries to live a normal life by working in a coffee shop near the hospital Cassie works at while still being the masked superhero. She didn't pursue med school anymore and lived on her dead parents' wealth.

- Victoria lived alone since the spell has been casted two years ago. No friends, no family, aside from the occasional calls with the chief of police department (Jack Abbot) that protects her from legal liabilities when beating up criminals.

- Victoria mostly worked the superhero stuff alone. But during her coffee shop sideline, she works with barista Trinity and server Dennis.

- Victoria sometimes pretends to be a patient in the ER just to see Cassie. But most of the time, she leaves before her name gets called.

- Victoria hangs around on top of the buildings that are close to Harrison's school to see if the boy gets home safely. Harrison has been fond of her, saved him multiple times in guise of being the friendly neighborhood Spidergirl.

- Cassie drops by Victoria's coffee shop every day, Victoria serving her coffee, calling her name. Victoria longs to tell her the truth but Cassie seemed happy - mostly importantly, alive - because she no longer knew Victoria is Spidergirl.

- The letter she wrote for Cassie from years ago remained hidden in an old "patient passport" that Cassie gave her once when she pretended to be a patient.

- One day, she was following Harrison home as she often does, jumping and swinging from one building to another, and Victoria saw Cassie being dropped off at home by Baran Al-Hashimi, which she recognized from Cassie's old photos. She was the new attending then. Cassie seemed familiar with her now, judging by that quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car and hugging Harrison.

- Victoria spent the night hanging on a rooftop, jumping and swinging from one building to the other, hoping the pain would just go away.

I also have a Cassie Mckay x Spidergirl!R version of this if anyone is interested.

[waterfire1848]

Headcanon - During some nights, when she can't sleep at all, Celine will get a pillow and blanket and sleep in between Miyeong and Third's graves.

[aaloosshitposting]

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

[uhhhyaenbyjade]

Kara, soft masc adorable nerdy blonde girl who wears glasses, cardigans, and cute hairstyles:

"Oh come meet my partner! She'll love to meet you!"

Person: *expecting someone similar to Kara if not an exact copy*

Lena, high femme, dark clothing, bold makeup, corporate baddie with a stare that ends bloodlines and an attitude that spits on the ashes:

"Greetings. And how do you know my girlfriend?"

Person: *tries to not cry*

[hucklenberries]

mcvadi age gap is victoria who’s only ever posting pictures of them in a soft-launching way, while cassie is over here updating everyone hourly. in fact, no one outside of victoria’s social circle, and that’s just like five people, even knew that they’re dating until the one-year anniversary photo dump was posted. then they click on cassie’s profile, tagged by dr. j, and see that mf has been documenting their relationship since its inception 🙏

willow @.willinthewow what do you mean dr. j is a step-mom?????

trin @.trinitybestos the mom that stepped up fr

willow @.willinthewow who are you???

[all-encompassing-hero]

KPDH fic where through a convoluted series of events, Gwi-Ma ends up in a (very easily killable) human body and then ends up in a situation with Celine that requires both of them to work together to escape. If one of them dies, the other is stuck with no hope of leaving. Of course, Gwi-Ma sees this as a perfect opportunity to taunt Celine. Unfortunately, he forgot to take into account that Celine has even worse self-preservation than Rumi. The second the words "your fault" leave his mouth, her blades are at his throat. "I want to make this as clear as possible. If being stuck here forever is the price I pay for ending your life, that is an acceptable loss for me." Needless to say, Gwi-Ma spends the rest of the time they're stuck sweating bullets and trying to be as polite as possible.

Celine does plan on killing him the second they get out, but he doesn't need to know that.

[weirdacelesbian]

McEvans headcanon

So I love the idea of Cassie just unofficially adopting Victoria and better yet having to go to her girlfriend for advice.

Because she'll be trying to go to bed but Victoria will suddenly have the teenage zoomies and is instead filling her in on 3 weeks worth of lore and Cassie thinks its so odd at first until Dana laughs about her girls were way worse with the timing.

And then she has Harrison and Victoria's sibling banter and she cannot deal with the chaos they plan when together and Dana's just laughing because they aren't her kids (yet)

And then Dana's kids befriend Cassie's kids and suddenly the two of them are fending of mischief and 1am lore drops but also loving every minute because its the family theyve built

[yuripitt]

Because Cassie disables her ankle monitor her custody battle is leaning towards Chad's side so her lawyer suggests her getting married and providing a "two parent household" will strengthen her side so now Cassie has to find a fake partner for a fake wedding for the real custody and as she wants all this to be under wraps without the entire hospital knowing she asks none other than the young med student Victoria for help.

It's simple Cassie doesn't want to trust a man again and Victoria won't ask for anything as she already has a million dollar trust fund so it should be simple enough Victoria has already babysat Harrison a few times and her son likes Victoria a lot too!! It's perfect really, just a few signatures, Victoria staying over every few days to prove that they are married, Cassie could drive them together to the hospital, make dinner for all. But why would Victoria help her?? Vic could have anyone she wanted. But she decides to be brave and asks the young med student anyway and is even more baffled when Victoria agrees to her plan!!! Why would she even do that huh???

[bestjediahsoka]

OP Celine Headcanon

The Honmoon makes its hunters stronger, we know that. That is how the girls are able to survive falling from a plane like it was nothing. No one knows how the Honmoon makes the hunters stronger, but it does. But I’m going to tell you how I think it works. The Honmoon is an energy field created from the resonating souls of people. It gives some of its energy to its hunters, to protect them so they can protect it. The thing is, it has a certain amount of energy it gives its hunters. The Honmoon isn’t sentient, not really, it can express feelings and distress through its threads, but it can’t think critically.

After the death of Miyeong and the abandonment/death of the third sunlight sister, there is only one hunter the Honmoon still recognizes, and all that energy has to go somewhere. Celine is practically a one woman army by the events of the movie, she is impossibly fast, deceptively strong, amazingly durable, and her reflexes are incredibly keen.

Celine had realized something was wrong when she picked up her coffee mug and it shattered in her hand. She had to wear oven mitts while she retrained herself so she wouldn’t kill Rumi trying to pick her up. Her daily 5 mile runs had to be extended to 10 mile runs, then 15 mile runs. She had gotten so fast that even that still felt light to her. Celine had needed to watch her wait when she was an idol, the industry demanded thin idols, but now she could eat anything and her body metabolized it almost immediately.

Celine had figured out pretty quickly what was happening, and she had her own theories as to how. She knew that her theories didn’t matter though; all that mattered was that she was getting stronger.

The demons have a name for her now, more than just hunter. They call her The Reaper. It had been a terrifying 16 years to be a demon, and the entirety of demon kind had let out a sigh of relief when Huntr/x took over. Sometimes, when the tears were really bad, and Huntr/x could barely deal with them on her own, Celine would join them on the hunt. Her mere presence often reduced the size of the demon horde by a fifth as they ran scared for their lives.

If you like this headcanon, feel free to steal it and use it however you like.

[vocallywritten]

Not gonna lie, when Kara stopped Ruthye from killing that guy, I was a little confused, mostly because Kara had definitely just killed a ton of guys literally seconds ago and now she draws the line at the guy in charge? Of course then it became clear as the scene continued on that Kara never cared about whether this guy lived or died. It was Ruthye she was trying to save. But that was true the whole movie, wasn't it? And when she stopped Ruthye from becoming a killer, only to take on the burden herself because that was the kindest thing Kara could have done in that moment? Oof. That hit hard. It was such an emotionally satisfying scene on so many levels. I loved it.

Also The Middle cover in the fight scene was awesome people are just mean or they don't see the vision. But I DO. I SEE THE VISION.

[readthelinebitches]

Has anyone considered Victoria knowing almost all the people in the hospital?

Both of her parents work there and they aspire for her to be a doctor so it stands that she would be forced to hang out there.

At first she would just get to know the surgical side but then as her parents work pulled them in, she would leave and go around the hospital. Eventually ending up in the emergency department.

She would watch carefully, get sent back up multiple times but keep coming back. Getting to know Dana, Robby and everyone else.

Having them be the first she calls when she gets moved up a grade, or gets into med school. Have them cheering at her graduation. Having them be the family that she lacks

Having the new residents be like her siblings, Dana her mum and protective uncle robby

The dynamics would be so good

Its something to consider

[incorrect-crashtos]

Victoria: Everything will be okay. You cannot stop it. Victoria: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Trinity: What the fuck kind of pep talk is this? Victoria: Ominous positivity.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]