I. I just canāt. I canāt. I cannot. With DR WATSON AND HIS GODDAMN HAND KINK. We all talk about the ālong, thin fingersā (as we SHOULD) but recently Iāve started noticing that he does this with other people too. He once described a womanās hands as ādelicate, finely formedā and a manās as āgreat and strongā (āgreat big knotted fistā is also a phrase that I believe appears) and by themselves these arenāt that strange, BUT THEY START TO PILE UP.
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In all seriousness tho would you try to be better than your parents or would you abort (just avoid parenthood all together)?
Also baby names for the little girl when š„¹š„¹
If my parents had got rid of me before I was a problem, theyād both be much better in the eyes of Christ. What kind of man would I be to know Iād make the same mistakes my father would and to still bring life into the world? Would I see my child as an extension of myself like my mother did or as a distant rock on the shore like my father did?
If I did have a daughter Iād let my partner name her. Or if he didnāt want to Iād name her after my sister.
People who claim that Art had no choice and Tashi was forcing him to eat certain food do not understand Art.
Before he was in a relationship with Tashi, Mike thought that Art wouldnāt have eaten that dessert, but he would eat the strawberry if he scraped off the frosting. Art ate half of his hot dog and half of his churro. He doesnāt indulge himself without Patrick, implied both in his eating habits and sexually.
Patrickās line about Art wanting to eat hamburgers with Lily is partly a misinterpretation of Artās character. Patrick knows Art as a teenager who yearns but wonāt take unless he is offered it. But as an adult Patrick isnāt able to indulge Art, and Art wonāt go out and do that for himself. But that isnāt Tashiās fault. Never once is implied that Tashi put him on a strict health plan, or told him not to eat things. He grabbed his drink, and he chose not to eat his dessert, at Applebees and the party. Art is makes his own choices due to his own perception of himself.
So stop hating on Tashi for misunderstanding Artās character.
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aemond watching luke nurse their child and asking with a straight face ācan i try?ā. when luke rightfully says no wtf, aemond proceeds to passive aggressively watch his children in seething jealousy
Extra: Generic "what if Morro lived in the season 5 finale" AU. This oneshot is Morro and Wu's flight back to the Bounty, so they finally talk about their feelings. I hope you enjoy this!
"You can only save those who want to be saved. Goodbye, Sensei," Morro said with a bittersweet smile.
"Ugh!"āhe shoved the Realm Crystal, the thing he worked so hard for, into his mentor's hands.
Then he let go.
He felt himself sinking, being dragged down to his watery death by her.
He heard the water lapping below him, threatening to swallow him whole, to consume him, to dissolve his ghostly body into nothing.
Until he heard a fleshy ripping noise. The muffled sound of The Preeminent screaming echoed from beneath him, and suddenly he wasn't sinking. He wasn't being held in a deathly grasp by his mistress. He wasn't being condemned to his oceanic end.
No, instead he sat atop an off-white scaly beast, with the sound of wings flapping in his spectral ears.
"Maybe you don't want to be saved, but this is not where your story ends, Morro," a voice, Wu's voice, uttered from behind. Morro whipped around, and there he was.
His sensei. His teacher. Heā¦ saved Morro.
"ā¦why?"
"I should have stopped you from leaving the first time. I will not watch you leave again."
Oh.
Morro did not need to breathe. Ghosts do not have the ability to breathe.
So why did his throat hurt, like he's gasping for air while being choked?
Why did his eyes sting from tears his ghostly body cannot make?
Why did it hurt just a little bit more when Wu, his sensei, his father, hugged him despite Morro not being able to feel it?
Why did he feel the urge to wail, like a little child? Like he did when Mama didn't come back.
Muddled sounds of flapping wings and rushing winds broke him from his thoughts. Wu's dragon was soaring through the open sky, clouds distant and seemingly untouchable.
"You seem calmer now, my son."
Morro realized he was leaning against his master, and jerkily moved away. Wu shifted the reins in his hands.
Wait- "The Realm Crystal! Where is it?" Morro panicked. Did he knock it out of his hands? Oh The Preeminent was gonna-
Oh right. The Preeminent did try to kill him.
"It is safe. I dropped it off with the Ninja, so they could bring back Lloyd."
The wind elemental sighed in relief.
"I can't stay with you," Morro blurted.
"I don't see why you can't," Wu responded, his voice dripping in apathy.
"I- wha- I am a horrible person! I just tried to curse this realm! I-I possessed Lloyd, I tried to kill your Ninja, I have no redeeming qualities, I don't-..." he exhaled frustratedly, "I don't deserve your pity. I don't deserve this."
A beat of silence. Morro looked off in the endless blue of the sky.
"Well that's not right."
Morro was baffled. His sensei had obviously gone mad.
"Morro, you are my son. Adopted or not, you deserve my love, and I have failed you."
"You never failed me, I failed you. I should've lived up to your expectations-"
"But I did." Wu tilted his head back, as if the sky would tell him what to say next. "You don't need to be the best, you never did. I would've loved you either way, Morro. You're my son, you always will be. I should've made that clear. You do not need to be anyone or anything other than yourself for me to love you."
The feeling came back. Morro felt his lip quiver as he poorly restrained his feelings. He said nothing.
"I-Iā¦ I just wanted you toā¦ be proud of me." His throat tightened more. "I thought thatā¦ if I was as great as you saw me, you would."
"And I should've shown I was. I was always proud of you, my son."
"...even now? I tried to ruin everything."
"Even now. Although I am quite disappointed you have used your training to destroy instead of protect, you are my son. And, I know you can do better."
Morro buried himself back into his father's shoulder. He sobbed, although tearless, as his father, his father, silently comforted him.
