#{i dunno. but you will if you're seeing this}

[sweaterkittensahoy]

My mother was against me dying my hair or doing anything else to change its color. Keep in mind, this was in a small town in Arkansas in the mid-to-late 90s. I wasn't looking at manic panic to choose a new hair color. I was wanting to take one of the still-kind-of-regular-looking purpley reds from the hair dye aisle at the Wal-Mart and do that.

Mom was very against it. I was--as always--defiant in the face of what felt like a very bullshit rule. But I knew I couldn't just bring dye into the house, so one summer, I got a bottle of Sun-In.

If you don't know, the entire point of Sun-In is to turn your hair something sort of red that is also clearly the worst color you could have ever. I cannot stress enough how very obvious it is when someone has used Sun-In. Especially when you have dark hair.

Mid-summer, my mother starts narrowing her eyes. "You're using Sun-In," she says.

Of course I am. "No, I'm not," I reply. "It's just bleaching in the sun like it always does."

"No, you're using Sun-In."

"No, I'm not."

My mother was not a room searcher. But I was also keeping the bottle at a friend's house because I'm not fucking dumb.

My mother through the summer: "You are absolutely using Sun-In."

Me, absolutely using Sun-In: "No, I'm not."

My mother: "Yes, you are. I know what it looks like."

Me: "Well, it doesn't look like this because I'm not using it."

And then my school pictures came back for that year and I saw what my mother was seeing. Here's the year before and the year of for reference:

After I realized Mom had absolutely caught me, I figured fuck it, took my own money and bought a box of hair dye. Mom really wanted to be mad about it, but I kept up the fiction that I had NEVER used Sun-In (how dare you) and that I had always been told I could use my own money to do whatever I wanted, so she didn't really have a great counter-argument.

Years later, as I was circling through various blues and purples and pinks and fire-engine reds, my mother shifted focus from my hair color to the fact I had an undercut. Because the hair control is real and never goes away.

"But what if you want to grow it out?"

"Dunno. I'll figure it out when I get there."

"But what will you do?"

(give a shrug and make an 'i don't know and you heard me the first time noise)

I was 30-something for that one, so, no, the hair as control never stops for some parents.

@ parents who dont let their kids dye their hair: why r u so afraid of ur kid looking cool

[stevesgother]

emmmm!!!!!!!! i’m thinking “well you are cute, ah! i mean- you’re not cute, but you are? i’m just going to shut up now.” with steve & coworker!reader please and thank you love you mwuah mwuah

oh em gee this is so sweet ! i changed the dialogue of the prompt just a teeny bit but it's still the same idea hope thats okay <3 sfw, fluff, coworker!steve being flustered, fem!reader, two idiots crushing on each other

stumbling

"So," a greasy-haired ginger man leans against the checkout counter in front of you, "What kind of songs do girls like on mixtapes?"

You have to entertain this conversation for the sake of your job, but if someone were to ask, you'd rather be shot. "I dunno, depends on the girl, I guess," you tell him absentmindedly, collecting his change from the cash register. You swear this dude comes in here at least once every other day; it gives you a headache to fathom how much of his paycheck he's spending each week just to torture you with creepy pick-up maneuvers.

"Well, what kind of music do you like?" He lilts.

"Death metal. Is there any else I can help you with today?" You deadpan, hoping your lack of interest in anything that's coming out of his mouth will be enough to get him to leave the damn record store.

"Noted," the man winks, it makes your stomach churn, and you have to try your hardest to school your expression quickly, "I'll see you around then."

The smile you give him isn't in response to his terrible flirting or bad breath, but out of pure relief that he's finally left the building.

"God, that guy is insufferable," Steve laments from where he's reshelving this week's new release vinyls.

"Astute observation, asshole. Would it have killed you to throw me a lifeline?"

"Sorry, you know Cathy doesn't like me scaring off the customers with my charming disposition and devilish good looks," he shrugs, and you hurl a pencil cap eraser at his big block head.

"I just don't understand what I need to do for him to get the goddamn hint. I mean, this is ridiculous, right? Am I overreacting?"

"I mean, I don't know-- is it such an awful thing to be flirted with?" Steve asks, pushing the shelving cart to begin stocking closer to you.

"By that greaseball? Yes."

"Well, you know, you're cute so--" his eyes widen as he realizes the admission he's just made, "I mean-- ah-- i mean, not like that--" Steve stutters, practically tripping over himself. You narrow your eyes at him, gesturing for him to continue making a fool of himself.

"Not that you're not cute, I just mean. What I meant was." He leans against the CD shelf adjacent to him in an attempt to play it cool. Or maybe because suddenly his collar was too tight, and his armpits were sweating and had you turned the heat up when you went on lunch earlier?

"Geez, Harrington, tell me how you really feel," you try to joke though secretly your stomach sinks a little each time he recovers from saying he thinks that you're cute. Steve Harrington, the boy you've had a crush on since junior year, can't even admit that he might find you objectively pretty. Ouch.

With a sudden crash, the entire CD case becomes top heavy and spills its contents all over the floor. Steve's cheeks redden to a bright crimson; he wishes he could go back to three minutes ago and suture his lips shut with the staple gun you've been using for the packages.

"I'm going to just...stop talking. And clean this up." He says timidly, crouching down to collect the scattered merchandise. You abandon your station at the checkout counter to help him; there weren't customers inside anyway.

The two of you pick the shelf up and clean in silence for a few excruciating minutes, the tension brewing between your bodies like a tea kettle, until Steve clears his throat and says, "For the record, I do think you're cute. Beautiful, actually."

You're momentarily stunned at his confession, so he continues, "And if I didn't work here, I'd probably be another one of those losers coming in everyday just to see you," he chuckles, maybe a little self-deprecatingly though you can't understand why.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You breathe in partial disbelief. It's not that you weren't confident in your appearance but hearing it from someone you've admired since you were a teenager feels unbelievable.

"'Course I do," Steve says, deathly serious, "I have eyes. Plus, you're like, super funny. I used to think I was quick witted until I met you."

You're grateful for the wooden barrier of the shelf blocking the way you flush at his words. Once the shelf is picked up and properly arranged again, you make your move: "Hey, um, I was thinking about going to see The Princess Bride tonight? At The Hawk?" You're not sure why you're infecting your voice as if every statement is a question. Nervous habit, you suppose. "Would you wanna come with?"

Steve physically trips over himself again and you're nervous he's about to knock another display case over, "Uh, sure, yeah--definitely." He says, a little too enthusiastically, "Pick you up at eight?"

You can't seem to stop fidgeting with the loose strands of baby hairs curling behind your ears, twirling them around your fingers to give yourself something to focus on other than the way Steve's looking at you now with his big, hazel doe-eyes.

"Yeah, yeah that's perfect," you grin.

[jinxyvvrites]

-- ten seconds to love

Warnings :

writer's own interpretation of Eddie Munson, slightly popular girl falls hard for the freak/bad boy trope.. cliche in that slightly popular girl is paired with freak / bad boy for a class project -a dissection, during which she gets sick... if you're gonna get bent out of shape about anything I'm warning you about here, don't read this.

Pairing :

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word Count :

3k+

Snippet:

“You could’ve.” Charlotte argues. “Tara changed partners. The teacher would’ve let you.” she sizes you up for a second or two quietly and smirks again, “I just don’t think you wanted to.”

You tense before you can stop yourself.

“So?”

“I’m gonna go kick his ass.” your boyfriend murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” you snap. “I’m not a possession anyway, asshole. And he wasn’t a threat..” you’re the one smirking as you size up your boyfriend with a hand on your hip, “Unless you feel threatened.. That’s your problem. Not his.”

“We'll be pairing off for today's assignment.” the dull monotone of your teacher is boring enough that after she dismisses the students who have opted out of the dissection down to the library, you've completely zoned out.

That is, until the high pitched squeal of a chair being dragged has you grimacing, looking up from the magazine shoved into your textbook just in time to see Eddie Munson flop down into his desk after moving it right next to yours. 

“Ms. Shepherd said you're my partner.”

You would have nodded, done something to indicate that you heard him if not for being all lost in those big brown eyes of his.

Or the way shitty lighting glints off the rings on his fingers.

“Did y’ hear me?” Eddie asks, studying you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

You manage a nod.

“Yes.” you answer quietly, bold enough to lock eyes with the so-called freak of Hawkins, “I'm not deaf, Eddie.”

He's not sure how he feels when you say his name. And for once, he notices, its not in fear or disgust.

He chuckles. “ See now, that ain't fair. Y’ know my name, doll.. I don't even know you.”

“We've been in the same class for 6 months now. I live 4 trailers up from you. Nice try, Munson.” you're giving him this little smirk when you say it, he's actually taken aback by it. His stomach is doing that stupid fucking little twisty thing it does a lot lately whenever he happens to spot you on or off campus.

“What are we doing again?” you only ask the question because the air is thick and that's dangerous. You need a distraction, otherwise, you’re going to keep on sitting there staring at the taller boy like an idiot.

“ We're gonna dissect something. Dunno what, though.” 

The scent of chemical is starting to fill the classroom and after a few seconds, your stomach rolls.

You can feel your mouth watering a little too but you’re quick to try and ignore it.

I cannot throw up. - its not working. The more the stench grows, the more your stomach rolls.

“You good, princess?” Eddie taunts, giving you one of his little smirks as he glances over, spinning the scalpel between his fingers like he tends to do with his uncle Wayne's old army knife, “ you look kinda green…”

The specimen - a brain, ugh, why does it have to be all gross looking and wrinkled? Why is it gray, ew?- is plunked down onto the tray between the two of you and the second your eyes widen, Eddie seems to pick right up on what's wrong with you.

“ Hey..”

“It's so… its gross.”

“You’re not gonna like… hurl..right?” He looks at you, torn between amusement and concern.

You swallow hard, manage to shake your head no. But then you watch the scalpel held between thin fingers as it slices clean through the surface of the specimen and…

You can feel the bile rise up your throat as you also begin to feel like your legs are gonna give at any second.

Eddie sees you getting paler. When you sort of sway, he grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes but he puts down the scalpel just in time to scoop you up into his arms before you crumple to the classroom floor.

“Hey yooo.” he's trying to get your teachers attention if she'll just stop flirting with the girls volleyball coach for one fucking minute, he thinks.

“I don't f-feel s-so good.”

“I know, doll. I'm tryin t’ get ya outta here.” Eddie flinches and nearly drops you when you bury your nose in his neck to try and avoid the smell that's got you on the verge of a full on Exorcist style vomit fest.

You're so soft. All warm and sweet-scented, the more you smoosh against him to keep from throwing up, the harder it is for him to focus.. to not replay that recurring wet dream he has about you over in his head or get hard enough to break right in front of everybody.

The teacher finally notices and dismisses you both into the hall. 

“You gonna be okay?”

You shake your head. You're too afraid of throwing up all over both of you the second you open your mouth to dare attempt answering him.

“I'll uh.. the bathroom. I'll take ya there, okay?”

It's met with a nod. The door to the girls bathroom comes into view and you're placed on your feet. You bolt into the bathroom, hand clamped over mouth, second stall door banging shut behind you.

--

You're trying to hold your own hair out of the way and grip the cold porcelain seat to stay upright and somewhere in the middle of this, you hear his heavy footsteps, the sound of him hissing for you.

“She went in there.” Byrdie, one of the girls on the dance team with you, points to the stall you're in.

Eddie grimaces and he's looking away as he holds thick hair out of the line of fire, the small space forcing him to be entirely too close for his own comfort and yet, not as close as he'd like to be at the same time.

You're empty, nothing else left in the tank. Just weak. A dull headache settles in as you cringe at the bitter taste left in your mouth.

“ I think I’m okay now.”

“ You sure, doll?” he lets go of your hair even though it feels soft as silk in his hand and he doesn't want to.

“Yeah.”

“Feel okay t’ walk?” - at this rate he's not even sure why he just had to come in with you, let alone  why he's helping to start with, but he just can't leave you to your own devices.

And that's what he fully intends to keep telling himself until its true.

You could walk, however, there's just something about the way he picked you up like you weigh nothing and the way it feels to be carried by him to begin with.. when he asks, you mean to say yes, instead, you shake your head No.

Eddie scoops you up again, carrying you down the hall. You get brave enough to rest your head against his shoulder and slip your arms around his neck.

Eddie nearly drops you again, just barely managing to pull himself together. He tells himself this entire time that his good deed for today, hell, the year, is done and over but as he walks in holding you, he can't deny  that it feels good.

Better than he ever imagined.

You’re placed in your chair gingerly and you flash him a weak but thankful smile. He chuckles, slipping into his own chair. Picks up his own scalpel wordlessly.

You work on writing the different areas of the brain onto a piece of paper and every now and then, you can’t help but steal a look at him, watch his hands or the way his tongue juts out, rests against the corner of his mouth when he’s focused.

It’s during one of these times that he happens to look up, catch you looking.

He makes a silly face and you giggle. Give him a little grin. 

The bell to end class rings just as you two are finishing up. Before he can say anything, not that he would, you’ve disappeared out the door.

He stares at the door for a second or two, shrugs and then spots a notebook you’ve left behind in the bottom of your desk.

He toys with the notion of returning it, picking it up, putting it into his own books. But your friends are not friends of his.

And your boyfriend is one of the jocks.

He tells himself that he’ll just pop over to your place later and return the notebook.

--

“How was it?”

You stop applying your cotton candy flavored gloss and meet your best friend’s gaze in the mirror. “How was what?”

“Working with the freak?”

“Char..” you warn, glaring at your friend.

“He’s a freak. Y’know he’s gonna end up being a serial killer one day, everyone says.”

You catch sight of him as he wanders past, flanked by two of his friends. You stare a little longer than you should and this doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. “Are you staring at him? Ew!”

“Charl–.” you’re annoyed by the way she’s so loud, so quick to judge. Cringing at the way she’s caught you mid-stare. You roll your eyes. 

“You didn’t even try to trade?” she asks, tilting her head to look at you.

“Why would I?” you question, shutting the door of your locker. You lean against it, catch yourself looking for Eddie in the crowd again.

“Why would she do what?” your boyfriend Danny slips up on you, a brow raised when you don’t greet him with your usual kiss on the cheek. He frowns at you, annoyed look in his eyes as he meets your gaze. “No kiss?”

“Why the hell would I do that? I’m still mad.” you deadpan.

“Oh come on!” he exclaims, annoyed tone seeping into his voice. “You can’t seriously still be mad. I told you, I forgot.”

“You need to talk to your girlfriend.”

“Why?” he looks from you to Charlotte, gaze lingering on you.

Charlotte smirks. “She actually worked with that freak in class earlier. She cou–” you glare at her, silencing her. “One, he’s not a freak, okay?” you cut her off, a hand on your hip as you insist. “Two, it’s not as if I could’ve changed.”

“You could’ve.” Charlotte argues. “Tara changed partners. The teacher would’ve let you.” she sizes you up for a second or two quietly and smirks again, “I just don’t think you wanted to.”

You tense before you can stop yourself.

“So?”

“I’m gonna go kick his ass.” your boyfriend murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” you snap. “I’m not a possession anyway, asshole. And he wasn’t a threat..” you’re the one smirking as you size up your boyfriend with a hand on your hip, “Unless you feel threatened.. That’s your problem. Not his.”

As they launch into their spiel again, how their kind will grow up to be criminals or murderers and how Eddie’s little club shouldn’t even be allowed to exist, something in you snaps.

You slip your boyfriend’s arm down from it’s resting place around your shoulder and you start to walk away.

“Where y’ goin, babe? Aw, c’mon.. Are you on your period?”

You pause, turning to look back at Danny. “No.” you answer.

“Then what’s eatin’ you today, princess.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Babe..”

“I can’t deal with you.” you answer calmly. “Either of you. Talk to me when you’ve both got your heads outta your asses.”

“How about you find us when you come to your senses.” Charlotte calls out after you but you’re already walking away. Heading for the double doors that lead in and out of the building at the end of the hallway, grumbling to yourself with each step you take.

Charlotte steps a little closer to Danny, walking her fingers up the front of his t-shirt. “I told you, didn’t I? You can take the girl outta the trailer park, you can’t take the trailer park outta the girl.”

Danny removes her fingers and she pouts. He rolls his eyes. “Never gonna happen.”

“Yeah? At least I put out…” 

She steps closer all over again, staring up at him. “Isn’t that your biggest complaint with her lately, Daniel?”

“Well yeah..” he swallows hard. Staring down at Charlotte because he’s torn between amusement and disgust. 

--

Eddie sits on the picnic table, the damned notebook perched on his lap. He knows that opening it is a serious invasion of your privacy, but after the filthy little poem slipped out when he went to put it away in his locker, he just can’t seem to help the urge he has.. To open the notebook. To see if there’s anything else similar tucked away inside.

You wander out of the building, pausing to light a cigarette. 

“Perfect.” he mumbles to himself as you start to walk in his direction. Brown eyes settle on the notebook and he starts to call your name.

“Eddie?” you throw up a hand, shielding your eyes from the midday sun. “Don’t you have class right now, Munson?”

“Gym.” he answers with a shrug. “Do I look like I give a shit about sports or whatever?”

You laugh softly.

Your gaze happens to settle on the journal sitting in his lap and you swallow hard. Your heart is beating so loud you can hear it, feel it’s steady thump against your throat. You nod to the notebook, try to play cool. “You found it..”

Eddie nods, holds it out.

“You’re pretty good at poetry, doll.”

His words have you frozen in place. If you thought your heart was about to beat right outta your chest before now, you were wrong and it wasn’t. Because right about now, your throat is dry. Your heart is beating so hard you feel like it might just explode.

Your hands shake just a little as you reach for the notebook. Eddie notices as he places it into your hands.

This awkward silence fills the space between the two of you and you know you should probably just leave, bail on the rest of the day like you were planning but you can’t.

Your feet are rooted to the ground as you stand in front of him now, the events of the morning and the fact that he’s read your journal swirling around in your mind frantically.

,, god I hope he didn’t read too far.. I hope he didn’t figure out most of it’s about him..”

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly. “You goin’ somewhere, princess?” the lazy grin he gives you has your stomach doing that stupid little flippy-flop it always seems to do lately when you catch sight of him hanging around outside his trailer or in the hallways at school.

“Yeah.” you answer after getting sucked into doe eyes for a minute. The minute feels like it’s stretched out to hours, an eternity in the blink of an eye. You raise a hand, letting it tangle in your hair. “Away from here.” you finally answer.

Eddie clucks his tongue, mocking disapproval. “You blowin’ off school?”

“Maybe I am.” you answer.

He chuckles. Nods to the spot beside him on the picnic table. You hoist yourself up onto it.

“What’s your little boyfriend gonna say, huh?”

“I honestly don’t give a shit.” you answer, looking up at Eddie through a curtain of hair. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

Eddie’s brow raises.

When his stomach does that lazy little flip like it did this morning when he carried you down the hall, he tries to ignore it.  This time though, it won’t be ignored.

“Why’s that?”

“He just is.” you answer quietly, staring at your legs. “I dunno why I’m even with him.”

And there it is, the truth. The heart of everything you’ve been feeling lately. This little life you’ve lucked into since your move to Hawkins… It doesn’t fit. The little charade you’ve been pulling is starting to get tiresome. You can’t be yourself around your so-called friends.

“So dump him.” Eddie mutters. “It’s not like it’s hard.”

“You’re not wrong.” you answer after a second or two. You slip off the table and stand in front of him, a hand on your hip.

“C’mon.”

He points to himself, staring at you. “Me?”

“No, the invisible man over there, Munson.” you retort, blowing at strands of hair that have fallen into your eyes. “Yes, you.”

“Where are we goin?”

“I dunno.” you answer. “Just.. Away from here?”

He chuckles at you.

“You’re real bored, huh?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re leaving campus with me.. The school freak.”

“You’re not a freak. And I’m leaving with you because I want to, alright?” you insist, hand settling on your hip again, “I don’t do things I don’t wanna do.”

Eddie chuckles. “You don’t, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Tell me where we’re goin’.” he demands, mimicking your posture, the way you’ve got your hand on your hip. “Or we’re not leavin.”

“Fiiiine.” you drawl, blowing at more of your hair as it escapes the way you’ve got it up, “I thought we could go back to my house.. Or yours.”

“Now what’s everybody gonna say if word gets around, huh? You all alone with me?”

“Do I look like I give a shit, Eddie?” you ask calmly, tilting your head to look up at him as he stands. “Because I honestly don’t.”

“Well, what about your boyfriend, huh?”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Pretty sure Charlotte’s already trying to hop on his dick as we speak. She thinks I don’t know she wants him. She can have him.”

“You really just want to watch the world burn, huh?” Eddie’s more than a little intrigued, staring at you as he tries to puzzle it out. He steps up to you, body just barely grazing against your own. You swallow hard because there it is, all over again… That fluttery feeling that settles out into a lazy heat in the pit of your stomach.

“Maybe I do.” you answer.

He chuckles. Mutters to himself about taking advantage of your boredom and you look up at him. “I’m practically begging you to, Munson. Why is there a moral dilemma, huh?”

Eddie shrugs.

“We can take my car.” you dig around for your keys, placing them into his hand. As his hand curls around your car keys, your hand curls around his and you step in just a little closer. He’s caught up in the way he towers over you easily.. The bakery sweet scent of your favorite perfume and the way it mixes with sweet strawberries. 

“You’re puttin’ a lotta trust in me, princess.” he chuckles.

“Because I like you, Munson.”

The second the words leave your mouth, Eddie freezes in place and so do you. He chuckles. “You barely know me.”

“Yeah, well.. I know enough, alright. Y’know, you’re only cock-blocking yourself right now, yeah?”

He nearly swallows his tongue. You’re starting to walk away and he catches up to you, stopping you. “You really gonna say something like that and walk away, princess?” he asks, stepping into you so that your back meets the warmth of the passenger side of your car. His hand raises, caressing your cheek. He’s studying you intently, big brown eyes staring straight into your soul. “You barely know me.” he repeats.

“I know what I want, Eddie.” your hand clutches at the front of his Hellfire t-shirt. Big brown eyes grow larger as they settle on the way your hand rests against his chest. 

,, this is literally the beginning of every wet dream you’ve been having about her, man. You’re seriously gonna screw it up?” but this thought is overruled by another, What if she’s just bored?

“You think too much.” you mumble softly. “I used to do that too. Kinda how I got myself into the mess I’m currently in..”

Eddie chuckles. “Oh yeah? Maybe one of us should be thinkin’ a little, doll.”

You pout up at him.

“I never wanted t’ be the way I am.” you admit, going quietly. “I hate having t’ pretend to be a little priss.”

Eddie swallows hard because you’ve pressed yourself into him and he’s fighting every barely controlled urge plus the way he’s hard enough to break. Your tongue drags the outline of your lips. “I’m sick of hatin’ myself.. I just wanna be myself.. Like who I like..” you let go of his shirt and walk your fingers up his chest. His heart feels like it’ll explode at any second as he stares down at your hand, “Want what I want.”

“What do you want, doll?” Eddie steps into you, putting your back against the car again.

“Isn’t it obvious, Eddie?” you reply, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Maybe it isn’t.” he insists.

“Or maybe it is.” you argue, pulling him into you by his belt loop. He bites back a quiet groan, face burning hot because he knows you have to feel every inch of him, he’s harder than concrete.

“Just say it, princess.”

“You, Eddie.” you purr. “I want you, okay? And earlier when you carried me, I.. It made me really think. I mean, when my own boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to do somethin’ like that and you..” you trail off, staring up at him. “Look, I realized who the real man was.” you go quiet, refusing to elaborate.  “I’m wasting myself on that jerk, all my so-called friends..” you gesture at the school in the background, “And why? Because honestly, I’m miserable the way things are now.”

“Mhm.” Eddie answers quietly.

“And I’d rather not be. Not if I know what I want… Who I want.” you make yourself look up at him, holding his gaze. 

Eddie searches your eyes, looking for just a hint of doubt. A sign that he needs to back out, that you’re just bored, you’re gonna use him.

As soon as he doesn’t find any, his hand lowers, squeezing your hip. He clears his throat. “We should be gettin’ outta here.”

You smile and nod. As he opens your passenger door, you grab hold of him on a whim, pressing a clumsy kiss against rough lips. He bites back a groan, muttering quietly against your mouth, “Now you’re playing with fire, princess.”

[sugardollcurse]

hiiii! I really like your writing! Could you please do headcanos or blurbs (whatever you want) of the beatles with a black cat gf? And she's only soft and cuddly with them in private.

𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑓

𐙚 note ; consider me obsessed... this request is so lovely i nearly started purring myself..

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

“You’re all sharp corners ‘til i get my arms around you, aren’t you, puss?”

He’s obsessed with how untouchable you seem to the world. People whisper that you’re intimidating, or a bit cold, and John just grins. That’s his girl.

But he melts when you’re alone together.

When you quietly curl into his lap like a sleepy kitten, when your icy sarcasm melts into soft kisses on his collarbone, when you absentmindedly trace patterns on his chest with your finger.

John never says it out loud.

(Okay, maybe once, when he was drunk and blushing)

“I like bein’ the only one who gets to see the real you. Makes me feel like the moon caught the stars.”

He always pulls you close at parties, half to show you off, half because he knows you’re overstimulated and need something familiar.

He’ll whisper, “Alright, love? Want me to make an excuse for us to leg it?”

He teases you endlessly.

"Oi, don't give me the silent treatment, Miss Shadowcat"

But when you look up at him with sleepy eyes and say “Can we just go home?” he wraps you in his coat instantly.

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

“You’re not foolin’ me with all that cool talk, love. I know what you’re like at home.”

Paul is enchanted by your mystique.

You’re never mean, just quiet, composed, a little unreadable in public.

But behind closed doors? You cling to him like ivy.

He loves catching your rare smiles when no one else is around. When you softly giggle into his shoulder, he goes feral.

When you're out, you lean into his arm like you're just slightly on edge.

He keeps a protective hand on the small of your back and whispers reassurance in your ear like,

“You’re alright, love. You’re with me now.”

At home, you sneak up behind him when he’s writing and wrap your arms around his waist.

He grins every time like it’s the first time. “Well hello there, stranger.”

Paul has learned not to move too much once you’re snuggled into him on the sofa, because you’ll softly groan and grab tighter.

He pretends to hate being trapped but lives for it.

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

“You don’t say much to anyone else, but you never shut up when it’s just me, do you?”

George is quietly in love with you.

He never expected you to open up to him, never expected to be chosen by the girl who treats the world like a closed book, but the first time you curled up in his sweater, he knew you were his.

You sit in the studio with him, never interrupting, just watching with soft eyes.

He always makes sure to bring you a blanket and tea without asking.

You rarely ask for comfort, but he knows when you need it.

“People say she’s cold,” he shrugs, “but she’s got more warmth in her pinky than most people I know.”

When you're overstimulated from fame and fuss and flashbulbs,

George takes you somewhere green.

He spreads a blanket, pulls you into his lap, and hums into your hair.

He writes you letters. Even when you’re in the same flat.

Slips them into your books like: “For my little cat in the window. The one with teeth for the world and velvet for me.”

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

“I dunno what everyone’s on about. You’re sweet as sugar with me.”

Ringo is so proud to be the one person who can make your icy exterior melt into soft touches and giggles.

It makes him feel special, chosen.

He lives for how you always find your way back to him.

You’ll float around a room full of strangers like mist, but always end up tucked into his side, hands tangled, face buried in his shoulder.

He loves to tease you. “Don’t go gettin’ all cuddly now, people might think you like me or summat.”

But when you quietly kiss the side of his neck, he just beams like a little kid.

You never talk much in interviews, but Ringo always glances at you like “You good, love?” and you’ll give the tiniest nod, which makes him feel like a king.

You two share a quiet language... eyebrow quirks, hand squeezes, soft smiles.

He knows how you’re feeling without a word.

His favorite thing ever is when you crawl into his lap unprompted and just whisper something like “Missed you.”

He’ll go all mushy and say “Missed you too, sweetheart. More than you know.”

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[allthinky]

Hey look, if you're one of the folks who chose "rural country home" because you hate living in suburbs and dealing with other people, you might well enjoy real city life.

There are cities that don't count, where they are so sprawly they are more like suburbs (L.A., I do love you, but I'm looking at you). You want a city that is so densely populated that there's people on the street, many people, and so when you are out and about no one expects you to interact in that faux "I'm so happy to see you" way.

PLUS, and this is controversial, but if you live in the suburbs you may be subject to a lot of 'white' behavior and awfulness. In the right neighborhoods, that shit goes away entirely.

My goal here isn't to get you to move, but just to consider whether you really hate 'people', or whether you hate some kinds of interactions. You'll see more suffering and smell more bad smells in city neighborhoods, but... I dunno. It hits better than suburban plastic. For me.

just another silly poll from me, a guy who makes silly polls. this one isn't deep, I'm just curious :P

[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Flower Moon in Scorpio ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Full Flower Moon this year was in Scorpio on May 12/13💐Themes of 'fear' are strong with this one! One way or another, old fears find their way back to creep up your spine, rattling every trauma bone in your body...all for you to really take a good one last look...and then release them all to the skies above, the earth below and the waters beyond🌊On that note... Of course, themes of 'karmic justice' are also strong with this FM!⚖️It was interesting that I heard this as the 'main channelling' of this Scorpio FM:

Whatever fear is creeping back in to your consciousness, realise that it serves a higher purpose for re-appearing at this current stage in your spiritual evolution. That fear might hold some information about what kinds of things you do truly value in this lifetime. The fear is showing you what you shouldn't want to perpetuate or let happen in your personal reality nomo. You see, the mastery of fear is the mastery of the wheel of your Ship! Acknowledging your fear and navigating strategically and calmly will make you wiser~🚢

-I'm young and unwise, so I really dunno what I've just channelled lmao-

On another note, I'm also hearing, to assist you in navigating or sorting out fears and anxiety in your mind/body, it helps to regroup first before you rush to take ANY action to eliminate/soothe that fear. You got that?🥶People who've been traumatised a lot most likely deal with a scattered mind, because we were 'forced' into observing, noticing and anticipating all kinds of possible doomsday scenarios☄️

This Full Flower Moon in Scorpio is inviting you to re-learn, again, to re-train your brains to be able to focus on just one good thing at a time, before you move on to the next good thing. Or at least, focus on that one important thing until it is at least half done, or 60-70% taken care of... Something of that nature🍍Pssst...

Don't you think that the advent of the Internet and social media has hijacked people's minds, making us more scattered in our focus because there's a lot of BG noises from...maybe...notifications...? Yeah, turn that shit off when you're needing to regroup is what I'm hearing! Back to primitivity(?) for a few hours a day doesn't sound so bad lmao

spirit: no more words by Hamasaki Ayumi

gnosis: Treating Matter with Loving Care: Marie Louise von Franz | The Jungian Aion

deck-bottom: XI Justice Rx, Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon) & Priestess of Ritual

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Pile 1 – No More Fear of Losing Shit

d e a t h – 6 of Pentacles

You've been through a multitude of lack periods up until this year, it seems. I'm picking up on an aenergy signature that feels pure and childlike, like a faery. Due to extreme empathy and compassion, you'd allowed other people's lack mindsets, so to speak, to wrap around your mind and belief systems. Their beliefs about how difficult and effortful Life's achievements have got to be became your limitation as well, even if on the inside, you kinda knew Life didn't have to be that hard...

Up until this year, the transmutation of this typa belief system—again, transmutation, you weren't just eliminating this bs—has been the theme of your spiritual healing. Your karmic justice this season will be assuredly abundant, my darling! Security and stability for LYFE! Coz you've done so much with so little; now you can do anything with nothing! In effect, you ain't afraid nomo of losing shit—not things, not people, not time or opportunities, not even money or health—because...

p u r g a t o r y – 4 of Cups Rx

You simply know now, that whatever must transpire in this mortal realm, you're always gonna be good. You know you've got the power. So then, in this coming season, you'll see just how gooooood Life gets to be for you! You've done so wonderfully well to transmute the consciousness surrounding lack, hard work and hardship! From here onwards, your Life experiences are elevated. You'll know that with certainty because there ain't no mistaking your blessings now. They ain't shit in disguise nomo!

This Full Flower Moon in Scorpio is ushering in a new era of abundance for you that surrounds more than just the idea of money. Now, you will finally see and feel what security and stability look like. It could be in terms of relationships/communication, money and the ability to buy higher quality food or tissue (lmao), the ability to afford real pleasurable/luxury travels, etc. Your Life is regaining its colours that were dropped during survival and transmutation. This time around, more vibrant, more quality, with sanity.

'Now, money is safe with you and you're safe with money,' my fave YouTube reader said <3

r e b i r t h – Knight of Wands

Creation, creativity, fun times and good times, networking and socialising, maybe even partying and dating. These are some main themes/keywords for you this whole year. You've become the embodiment of the Empress herself—well, a smaller embodiment, maybe, but you're HER nevertheless. You'll see just how you turn heads whenever you enter a space. Your energy is becoming ever closer to being the aenergy of your Higher Self; this is who you were always meant to walk as <3

You're right now coming to understand, and accept, your true personal power. You've got this pure abundance aenergy that's making it easier to secure opportunities or charm the living shit out of people. You're the IT person! Everybody wants to serve and please you, they want to help you, buy you things, take you places and show you off to others who would only want to do the same! You may be finding yourself becoming sneakier or slickier... But, it's all just a Game, right? Ain't nothing evil about not showing your cards~

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Gold Geographer (John Dee) & Priestess of Purity

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Pile 2 – Two… Two… Duality Shifting and Balancing into Unity

d e a t h – 2 of Wands

Whoa, 'TWO' and 'DUALITY' are strong for this Pile TWO! I get that you may resonate heavy with having, at least, two people inside your mind—giving you counsel and being your voice of reason when things were tough or deeply confusing. This may have developed as a coping mechanism and to varying degrees, may be a milder manifestation of depersonalisation or multiple personalities? Well, you just needed to give yourself a good talking to! They're very likely just your Spirit Guides and/or Higher Self! <3

Many of you tuning into this as your main pile, I'm hearing that you're 'learning to live again'. You may be in the middle of being highly inspired by morning/night routine vlogs and some such, and right now giving yourself the permission to try some new things out, for your continued betterment. This may be a slow and gradual process whereby you're finding yourself occasionally overwhelmed by the smallest things/acts. That's perfectly understandable—trauma is stored in the body, after all.

p u r g a t o r y – 2 of Pentacles Rx

Some days, you may find your body totally crashing or collapsing after doing the bare minimum. Know that this is perfectly expected if your body and mind have been through multiple cycles of narc abuse, death magick attempts, and other kinds of traumatic events that you may resonate with. That body works so much to achieve 'regular' feats with what amount of trauma stored inside it. Be patient with yourself; love your body, love yourself, love your process, always <3

This period/phase of your Life is all about Integration. That's literally your main theme if this is your main pile. You're integrating the light and the dark, the trauma and the healing, the stupid and the wise, the wild and the in-control. You're becoming more whole, more deep, as a spiritual being having a Human experience. At this time, you may be feeling out of balance every now and then, but you're just learning to walk again before you can run steadily! You're going to a really good place, trust that~

r e b i r t h – II The High Priestess Rx

You may have felt like up until now, your whole entire Life is just a buzz of confusion. Like you never really knew what was going on, or you felt like events just took place and you weren't even an active participant in the drama of your Life's script. Strange, wasn't it? I'm not sure how to make sense of that myself, but with the High Priestess herself being in reverse, I'm getting that all of that confusion or not-knowingness or not being control thing is passing away.

You're actively dying and perishing to so many old cycles of misery and trauma, which explains the push and pull of, possibly, suicidal ideation or the sheer desire of giving up. Things may feel like they're fucking with your mind right now but trust your Spirit Guides when they say: 'You're actually being rebuilt, it's only natural there's a lot of clanking noises right now. Sorry. Bear with us just a little more~!' By the end of it all, there's a high chance you could be meeting a Soulmate, Destined Person, or even a Divine Counterpart <33

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Silver Astronomer (Galileo Galilei) & Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 3 – Your Gardens Nourished by Fiji Water!

d e a t h – XIV Temperance Rx

Wow, this is probably gonna be the greatest channelling I'll have ever done for a Moon PAC so far lmao But, it's because your aenergy is so PURE like shit, babe~ No, I mean, like seriously, some of you may have the recognition of your not having lived a perfectly innocent Life, but shut the fuck up, bitch—I know that you're a good person whose heart is simple: you just want to have a good time here, as much as possible without hurting anybody. Though sometimes, it's hard because Humans are weird anyway...

Perhaps it's because you've always been this way, that some kind of abundance has been quite hard to come by. This 'abundance' can be about money, but could also be about Love or cleanliness, or healthy relationships or whatever resonates, really. 'Mercy... Why is it love is never kind to me...?' lol Looking at this Major Arcana, the whole time, it wasn't that you couldn't manifest good shit for yourself; it was that on a Soul level, you always wanted the Fiji Water typa abundance...

p u r g a t o r y – King of Pentacles Rx

Your whole Life, most people had either gutter water or sewer water to offer you. As you grew older and learnt to respect and love yourself, you were beginning to manifest people and opportunities that offered you tap water, finally; and as you grew some more spiritually, now you were manifesting regular-but-fake ass bottled spring water, which in reality was just treated tap water. Your Soul couldn't sit with those typa 'abundance', you get it? Your conscious mind wanted to be OK with that; your Heart couldn't let you...

So then, you decided to work on creating your own channel for the real Fiji Water typa purity and freshness to flow towards the pond in your Heart. You, refused to drink from impure waters. Water here is literally the frequency of wealth, joy and happiness, prosperity and abundance~ When you see other people seemingly doing well with whatever money or relationships they have, they look OK drinking tap water, but that's not the quality your Soul would be OK with... You got that? <3

r e b i r t h – Ace of Pentacles Rx

So you see now, your 'delays'—especially in comparison to your peers' progress—were always your protection and blessing. In disguise? Not really. You probably just didn't know that you were 'working' spiritually to get only Fiji Water to nourish the gardens of your wealthy existence on Planet Earth. Naturally, it's about time all of that hard work bears fruit~ I don't even have to tell you anything; I'm sure you're already seeing your abundance—the pure kind—flow into your pond and spread throughout your gardens.

You worked so hard for all of this mechanism to be foolproof, leak-proof, quake-proof, theft-proof, siphon-proof, and all that stealing shit. You're good for Life, honey. Not regular good. Luxury water good on a spiritual level. Ain't that the best water any person could secure for themselves, huh? XD Karmic justice, is sweet and nutritious. You ain't getting toxic chems from your water source now; you're getting natural minerals what would ensure a happy, healthy Life for the rest of your days~★

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Silver Historian (Polydore Vergil) & Priestess of Energy

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[badmilkk]

I dunno if you still ship it, but if you do, I would absolutely love to see more Soda x Two-Bit

You're the only artist (who I've seen) who ships them and it's beautiful every time

Right now, my head is on Sandy and Soda, so I don't know when I'll post about them regularly again... or if I even want to. But hey, if you ask me, then of course I will! Here you go!

PS: thank u! We need more Soda x Two Bit content :((

[ozzaban]

I'm kinda worried about @Starspangledbatter :(

Her Tumblr acc got deactivated some days ago. From her most recent posts I knew she was having a hard time with some personal stuff, but I didn't see her saying anything about taking a break from tumblr or something? Maybe she told her closest friends, dunno. I just hope she's okay.

Star, if you ever see this, I hope you're safe and doing good. Please take care. And IF you just wanted to distance yourself from the people in the TADC fandom, I wanna say thank you for everything. You were so cool to talk to. I loved your takes and your point of view about general stuff. You're awesome! ❤️

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly girllll🤭 so I have a request !! It’s Levi and his neighbor and basically he just got off from work and saw reader kicking out her ex bf for cheating basically a mess after she does that her Levi start to get like really close for a couple months and they start dating and doing who knows what

The rest is up to you I hope I didn’t make this confusing 😭

Friendly neighbour

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, supportive Levi, time skips.

Levi comforts you after you kick your ex out for cheating. He supports you and helps you through it all. The two of you end up becoming a couple.

This is more of a long fic like request, so I've done two moments with them which involves time skip. Hope this is okay.

"Dickhead!"

Levi frowned at hearing you shouting next door. A man started yelling back and responding to you, it sounded concerning to him. He shoved his door open to see your boyfriend having his things thrown at him.

He dropped his things. "Come on babe! You're being a fucking crazy bitch!"

You shoved a box in his arms. "You're a dirty cheater! I don't want you anywhere near me. I'm so glad I only have some of your stuff here."

He sighed. "Babe, it was just sex. Men do that, okay? They have sex with random women cause they have needs. With them it was sex, but with you, it has more meaning."

You flipped him off. "Does that have more meaning, huh? Kiss my ass."

"You're such a baby!"

"Leave me alone. I don't ever want to see you again."

As he moved towards you, Levi stood in the way to protect you. "Tch, oi shithead? She said leave. Now, fuck off."

The boyfriend eyed Levi. "Who are you? You been fucking her? You whore! How could you?"

"She's not been with me, she's my neighbour. Also, why the fuck is it bad if she cheats but with you it's fine?" He walked closer to the man. "Fuck off with that disgusting thinking."

The boyfriend huffed. "This ain't worth it."

You released a long sigh. "Thank you, Levi. You're a star."

He folded his arms and smiled a little. "You're welcome. Do you need company or more help?"

You hummed a little. "I could do with a cup of tea."

He cleared his throat. "Sounds good. Do you want to come over so you can get away from some memories of him at your place?"

You grabbed your keys and phone then shoved them in your pockets. "Sounds good to me."

"You deserve so much better."

"I dunno, I'm starting to think I don't deserve good things or happiness."

He started making tea. "Everyone deserves happiness. You deserve a large amount of it."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Thanks. You do too."

You leaned on your balcony wall and hummed a laugh at Levi's joke. The two of you had bonded over the past couple of months. Levi had been a rock to you, supportive and kind. It warmed your heart how sweet he was and you were developing feelings, which meant you needed to be cautious.

You gazed into your cup a moment. "You know, you'd be the perfect boyfriend. You're loyal, kind, handsome, smart, funny and can cook and clean."

"That's very kind of you to say." He slid closer to you. "You're the most perfect. You'd be an incredible girlfriend and wife. Your heart is so big, you're smart and funny too. Your baking is the best I've ever had. You're creative and so understanding and sweet. You're beautiful beyond belief."

You gulped hard. "I've not had anyone say so many nice things about me."

"Tch, fuck off. How can they not? You're perfect."

You locked eyes with Levi. "We see each other in a lovely light, but we don't see ourselves in a good way. Funny that, huh?"

"Maybe we should help each other." He reached over and linked his pinkie with yours. "I would like to tell you every single day how wonderful you are. That's if you'll have me."

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'll have you." You tilted your head and kissed him. "Always."

Levi's eyes searched yours as he registered what you did. He smiled a moment before crashing his lips against yours. He hummed in delight as you felt fire burn between the two of you. He pulled back as he softly whispered your name.

You cuddled up to Levi. "I've been thinking about doing that for a while now."

Levi put his arm around you. "Me too." He kissed your neck. "I would like to take you on a date. Could I cook you dinner tonight?"

You smiled at him. "Yeah, that'd be lovely."

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[jamesdeanbby]

Omgg can we get more of Cade!reader if you're not busy?? xx

────۶ৎ "that's my sister!"

Johnny is not thrilled that his best mate is trying to get in his sister's pants..

warnings : dallas being a feral flirt.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: AHHH I LOVE THIS TROPEE

The screen door creaks open like it’s mourning, and then bang—there’s a body slumped in the frame. Leather jacket torn. Jeans streaked with blood. Dally Winston, all swagger and smoke and sporting a busted lip, staggers in like the devil got kicked outta Hell and landed on your porch.

Johnny’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, flipping through some battered comic, and he jumps to his feet the second he sees that familiar silhouette. “Dal?!”

But Dally just groans, dragging himself into the hallway. “Hey, Johnnycake...”

Then he sees you.

Your hair’s tied up, loose strands falling into your face. You’re barefoot in soft shorts and an old t-shirt that says “cowgirl” in cracked red letters across the chest. You pause, wide-eyed in the kitchen doorway.

“Jesus,” you mutter, rushing to him. “What the hell happened to you?”

Dallas leans on the wall, smirking despite the split in his lip. “Nothin’ a kiss from you wouldn’t fix, sweetheart.”

Johnny groans behind you. “Oh my god.”

You ignore them both and help Dally onto the couch, careful not to jostle the shoulder that’s turning blue. He lets you touch him without flinching, watching you with those stormy eyes like he’s trying to burn you into his memory.

You go to get the first-aid kit, and when you come back, he’s slouched with his legs spread wide, arms thrown along the couch back, watching you like you’re his favorite sin.

“Take your shirt off,” you say simply, setting down gauze and alcohol.

Dallas whistles low. “If I had a nickel every time a pretty girl said that…”

You slap the alcohol bottle against his knee, hard enough to make him flinch. “Shirt. Off.”

He grins like it’s Christmas and peels off the bloodied leather, then his t-shirt, revealing bruises and gashes all over his chest. Johnny folds his arms and leans against the wall, trying not to gag from the pure horn-dog energy radiating off his best friend.

You start dabbing at the wounds, focused and gentle.

Dally hisses. “Mmm—thought you’d be rougher with me, sweetheart.”

“She’s patching you up, not seducing you, jackass,” Johnny mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, I dunno,” Dallas purrs, eyes on your lips as you bite them in concentration. “Feels real intimate.”

You glance at Johnny over your shoulder. “You want me to kick him out?”

Johnny shrugs. “Nah, let him bleed out.”

Dally grins, teeth all stained red, and grabs your wrist as you wipe his collarbone.

His voice drops, almost quiet. “You always this good with your hands, babe?”

You freeze for a second, your cheeks heating, and Johnny groans audibly. “DAL. That’s my SISTER.”

“So?” Dally smirks. “She ain’t complainin’.”

You rip your wrist out of his grip with a glare. “Try that again, and I’ll pour the alcohol in your mouth instead.”

“Ooh, kinky,” he says with a wink.

Johnny throws a pillow at his head. “Get OUT, man. Go die in the alley or somethin’.”

But Dally won’t leave. He watches you work like he’s found religion. You wrap his ribs, tape his shoulder, wipe the blood from under his nose. Every now and then, he shifts closer than necessary: his knee bumps yours, his fingers graze your thigh, his eyes never leave your face.

“You're a real angel, y’know that?” he murmurs, low and hoarse.

You sigh. “You're not even bleeding that bad. Just drunk and full of yourself.”

He smiles, slow and sleepy. “Still thinkin’ about that kiss, doll.”

Johnny lets out a noise like a dying animal. “DAL!”

Dallas laughs, tossing his head back against the couch, and smirks at Johnny from under half-lidded eyes. “What? She’s legal.”

You slap a bandage across his chest extra hard.

He hisses—then moans. “God, I love her.”

Johnny looks to the ceiling. “I swear to god, I'm gonna drown you in peroxide.”

You finish bandaging him, shaking your head with a half-laugh, half-sigh. “You’re impossible.”

Dally tilts his head, voice low and dirty: “Baby, you have no idea.”

And Johnny, poor Johnny, just grabs a soda from the fridge and mutters, “I hate my life.”

[howlingday]

Apples

Ruby: Hey, thanks for bringing me to Apples, Yang. I've been seeing a lot of ads, especially the giant ones for their massive pies, and you know you gotta eat at least one of those~!

Yang: Just because it's big, it doesn't mean you have to eat it. Like, yeah, it's a pie, but what kinda calories are you getting?

Ruby: But it's so huge~! Have you seen the ads?!

Yang: ...On the billboards?

Ruby: Yeah~!

Yang: That's not actual size, Ruby. Those are just billboards.

Ruby: Oh... Well, how big is it?

Yang: I mean, I dunno... Big pie size? But I don't really see any... I don't see anything but apples on here.

Ruby: Oh, uh... Well, they have apple-smoked burgers.

Yang: I'm not eating apple-flavored burgers, Ruby. That's like an oatmeal raisin when you think it's chocolate chip kind of messed up.

Ruby: But it tastes so good, though~!

Yang: Does this Apples place really have nothing but apples? Is there, like, a secret menu for less fiber in your diet or something?

Ruby: Oh, I've been to diners that are like that! You say, "Bring me an apple and make it cry~!"

Yang: Sounds like something I'd do to Jaune, but I'm not in the mood for bullying him-

Ruby: No, it's- It's where they put onions in it!

Yang: ...Why would- You know what? Nevermind. I've got bigger fish to fry here, specifically with YOU, Ruby Rose, because we need to talk about your... promiscuity that I keep seeing in the tabloids.

Ruby: Is... Is there too much of it?

Yang: Yeah! I think so, at least! I mean, it's like- Look, I'm not telling you how to live your life, but maybe you should slow down?

Ruby: ...On our promiscuity?

Yang: What-

Ruby: Are- Are we running low on promiscuity? I don't really keep track of economics and-

Yang: No, I'm talking about us!

Ruby: Us as in Team RWBY-?

Yang: NOT Team RWBY!

Ruby: Yang, are you mad about boys again?

Yang: I am talking about the boys you're dating!

Ruby: ...Oh.

Yang: I mean, I'm mad about other boys, too, but don't get me started on them! One thing at a time, please.

Ruby: Are they not being careful?

Yang: Careful with what?

Ruby: Promiscuity!

Yang: Why would I care about boys being promiscuous?

Ruby: Isn't that our job? Like, as huntresses, to make sure nobody's taking more than their fair share?

Yang: Ruby-

Ruby: Are we going to New Atlas again? I don't want to have to renew my passport again! I have to sit and stare at a camera for, like, two minutes, and then I have to wait two weeks for it to show up and-

Yang: Ruby, listen to me- Look at me!

Ruby: Yang, why is it every time we hang out, we have to talk about politics, or economics, or about Dad? It's like I'm talking to Uncle Qrow!

Yang: Yeah, well, I am starting to be like Uncle Qrow. Every time I sit down and talk to him and Dad, I feel like I'm agreeing with them. I don't like that. And speaking of Dad, you know that he's not happy with all of this stuff that you've been doing because of me. You know how he is; he's all old fashioned and he doesn't approve. He thinks that I'm somehow making lien from what you're doing, and he doesn't approve of it!

Ruby: Yang, every time you talk about traditions and other economic stuff, I get confused. Can we talk about guns?

Yang: Ruby, I didn't ask you to lunch so we can talk about guns. I want to talk about your promiscuity.

Ruby: I don't have any promiscuity right now! Is there a market crash? I don't know! Do you want to talk about Blue-

Yang: Ruby, this is important! Aside from what we've got going on, you should look into finance... stuff. I've been reading about schools teaching kids about promiscuity now, and speaking of-

Ruby: I don't know what the promiscuity thing is right now! I wanna talk about Blue!

Yang: What is Blue?

Ruby: It's a gun-

Yang: Is Blue doing promiscuity?

Ruby: No, it's a semi-automatic rifle! I don't know if it uses promiscuity. I didn't see anything about it.

Yang: Then why would I want to talk about guns?!

Ruby: Why do you want to talk about promiscuity if it makes you angry?!

Jaune: Are you ready to order? Or would you like a little more time?

Yang: No, no, we're ready. I'm gonna get... Uh... Uhm... ...apple-smoked burger.

Jaune: Okay.

Ruby: Apple-smoked burger~!

Jaune: Two apple-smoked burgers...

Ruby: And could you make them cry, please?

Jaune: ...You want onions in your burger?

Ruby: Yes~!

Jaune: Okay. (Takes menus) By the way, congratulations on you setting up your sister on another date. (Walks away)

Yang: Thanks, man...

Yang: ...NO, WAIT! JAUNE! I DIDN'T- ARGH! See, this is exactly what I'm talking about, Ruby!

Ruby: You can't blame boys with promiscuity for Jaune being a waiter.

Yang: That's not what I'm talking about! But that- Well, you know- Jaune could be promiscuous with those other boys back there! And any one of those boys could get promiscuous with you! Maybe, so-

Ruby: You know, Blue also has a safety feature for dust use.

Yang: ...Ruby, I need you to stop telling boys I'm setting you up on dates.

Ruby: Wait, why is Jaune a waiter?

Yang: Oh, uh, I think I heard his girlfriend is kind of a NEET.

Ruby: He's dating somebody?

Yang: ...Yeah?

Ruby: When did he start dating?

Yang: Uh... Crap, like, uh...

Ruby: Do they have kids?

Yang: I don't think so.

Ruby: You don't think so, or he doesn't?

Yang: I mean, I don't- Like, we haven't really talked lately, so I don't-

Ruby: Well, I mean... Can you ask him?

Yang: ...Sis, I am not asking Jaune if he has kids. Besides, I think we're supposed to already know that.

Ruby: Well, is there anyone we know who would know?

Yang: I've never even seen his girlfriend.

Jaune: (Brings in cake) Congratulations~! Congratulations~! Congratulations~! You've done a special thing~!

Ruby: YAY~!

Yang: RUBY-

Jaune: I talked with the chef and he said you can have this free cake. Because you're such good sisters for setting each other up on dates.

Yang: Jaune, nobody set anyone up on dates at this table.

Jaune: Yes, you did. You both said you set each other up on the news.

Yang: Okay, Jaune, buddy, you're getting this all wrong-

Jaune: Oh no, did I get you two mixed up? (About to cry) Oh, god, I'm so sorry~!

Ruby: (Cuts off slice, Eats it)

Yang: No, no, that's not what I'm saying.

Jaune: I was so sure! I asked Nora and Ren just to be sure, and they said they thought so too!

Yang: Dammit, Jaune, nobody set anyone up!

Jaune: Oh no, unless...

Yang: ...Unless? Unless what?

Ruby: (Bites into burger, Turns green)

Jaune: Unless you forgot? Oh my god, I am so sorry... You both probably forgot together and now I've ruined you two trying to make up. (Tearing up) Oh my god... I'm- I'm not supposed to cry during work hours anymore... I- I have to go! I'm sorry! (Leaves)

Yang: Jaune, wait- Ugh... ...So, uh, how's your onion-apple burger thing?

Ruby: Oh, it's garbage. But at least the cake is good~!

[lovebillyhargrove]

***

"Heey. I uhmm .. I know it's ass o'clock but uh .. can you pick me up?"

It's Harrington, and he's drunk, and Billy knew it was him calling before he even touched the phone, cause whenever Steve calls Billy always gets this weird twist in his belly, or his chest, or somewhere in between — call it the sixth sense or whatever

It is indeed the middle of the night.

"Where are you?"

"At this club .."

Okay.

"Which one?"

"The one we went together to .. a couple of months ago? .. Can't remember the name."

Cause you're wasted, Harrington. It's your drunk slurring voice and the way you're breathing into the receiver

"Yeah, I know, give me ten."

..

When Steve's coming out of the club, he sees it right away — you always somehow notice this car, even in a bigger place than Hawkins — a place where muscle cars aren't a sight to gawk at. It just draws your attention. It's standing on the opposite side of the road, smoke coming out of its exhaust pipe, engine running smoothly

And ..

Steve knows he will open the door and there will be Billy.

Billy. In a plain t-shirt and jeans and maybe a leather jacket, and Steve will slip into the passenger's seat and inhale the smell of him

God he loves this smell, there's something about it that makes Harrington all fuzzy and .. wistful.

Wasted days, and sleepless nights

An' I can't wait to see you again

Is quietly playing on the radio

"Had a fun night?"

The voice, too, dammit, the voice

"Was okay."

"Home?"

Let's go to yours. Harrington catches it on the tip of his tongue.

Why the hell not? They can totally do it. He'll crash on Billy's couch and all is gonna be fine, and in the morning Steve, too lazy to open his barely slitted eye, will watch through his eyelashes how Hargrove moves around the place, doing his morning stuff. Billy will probably be in his underwear or shorts or sweats, and Steve's not yet fully focused gaze will slide over his tanned naked back, and his ass, and his tousled hair and Harrington would want to linger in this very moment

This must be love

Cause it's really got a hold on me

"Why do you keep picking me up?"

Billy doesn't look surprised at the question. He never looks surprised at anything anymore, after what went down a couple of years ago.

Steve hates remembering that night, the whole time around that night, including those months of Billy's staying in hospital hanging onto life by a thread thinner than a cobweb

"I dunno." The cigarette smoke rolls out between his lips

Steve's watching for it's a beautiful thing to look at — Hargrove smoking. He doesn't smoke much though, not anymore. A pack of Marlboros usually lasts him a week.

"Why did you risk your life for me?"

"Is it always a thank you then?"

"You'd prefer I wasn't grateful, Harrington? People should be .. grateful. Don't you think?"

The camaro takes off, and Steve's watching the night city fly by.

Hargrove's changed so much. He's still himself, but he's quieter .. less edgy, more confident, and it's not the loud bravado, it's deeper, calmer. He's like this .. boulder, molded by the flow of time and water. Like a substance that knows its core, is sure of it.

Billy has this whole life here. The job that he likes and evening school and friends and .. The ocean he's crazy about.

Steve, on the other hand, feels so uncertain. About everything. He's always wanted to move to California —

He did. And Hargrove helped him, to find a place, a job, people to hang out with, helped him to fit in.

Steve turns his head, looks at Billy's sure hands on the steering wheel.

How can I tell you, babe

My back's against the wall

When will Steve tell him?

Hargrove doesn't do relationships. Steve knew that, back in Hawkins when Vicky cried on Tina's shoulder, and then Amy cried on Carol's shoulder, and a couple of more girls joined the Broken Hearts Club,

It didn't bother him much, back in Hawkins. Steve couldn't care less.

Here, he gets new confirmations of Billy's non-relationship material status on the regular. A couple of weeks ago Steve heard it again — from a girl, sitting in Hargrove's kitchen early in the morning. Cheryl .. yeah her name was Cheryl and she was drunk and crying and telling Steve how unattainable that guy is

He'll be all over you like he's in love and you'll end up in his bed, and if you're lucky you'll date for a couple of weeks or a month but that's it

That's when Billy's gonna stop calling and that's when you'll understand

He doesn't care.

However, he'll stop everything before it gets too far. He thinks it's fair like that, and he's trying to be, fair.

Either way, it sucks.

An' I can't wait too see you again

So I can hold you in my arms

Cheryl is like Steve. She also wants to be in love and she wants a relationship, a family in the long run and .. and everything that comes with it.

Steve actually felt sorry for the girl that night.

He stopped feeling sorry for himself a long time ago, after Nancy.

Now he's just yearning. Constantly.

And Steve is so better off that Cheryl. She's gonna be gone, she is already gone, but Steve will stay here, in Billy's kitchen,

They are friends now. More than friends. Harrington saved Billy's life, risking his own, spilling his blood for the guy. They've been through hell.

Billy is grateful.

Steve doesn't want his gratitude. What he wants, is so different from gratitude.

Is this the love that I've been searching for

Is this love or am I dreaming

"Hey I don't wanna go home now. Let's go to yours."

***

Lyrics from a song by Whitesnake "Is this love" (released 1987)

[theoldspark]

I think my biggest issue with Elita in Skybound is that, ultimately, she's just there to prove that Optimus is superior. Her leadership on screen is literally just failures until Cliffjumper's plan.

Like I dunno, there's this, like, backhanded way they say to Elita to trust Cliff. She's just there to be terrible leader until men come in to help her while also telling she ain't special for suffering. Like she's written to be an ass for the sake of making Optimus the better leader. Also just asking thoughts on this. Ignore it if you want, but also, can I get the first anon's skybound critique? can't find it on your blog sry.

Alright, let me get my thoughts in order.

First, going by what you say (since I haven't read the Skybound run yet), I really dislike the idea of presenting a female character’s flaws solely as a way to prop up a male character. Elita-1 has so much potential and I'm all in for imperfect female characters (we really need to stop villainizing or completely avoiding flaws in women. It's just lazy writing to make them do absolutely no wrong and always be right or win in every situation imo), but if the writers are just doing it for the sake of making Optimus better? I don't want it. I genuinely love Optimus’ character, and doing what you claim is a disservice not only to Elita, but Optimus as well, which is pretty ironic considering the possible intention here.

Now, as for the post you linked, I very much agree with everything you say. I've talked so much with a friend about this.

Along with what you mentioned, there is just so much about the characters that is missing to me. What aspired Orion to break the rules and go out of his way to do something no other (cogless) bot was doing? It is never truly explained, and that's a fail on the writers' part considering this is their main character. How am I supposed to sympathize with a character who I don't understand the motivations of? It's wonderful that he wants to make a change and believes cogless bots like him have much more to give and to strive for, but why him? What made him stick out from all the rest and why is it only him that we know had this kind of mindset?

As for your thoughts on D-16, you're absolutely right. In his case, I could totally understand his way of thinking, his attitude and his motivations. We know why he's the way he is, we see him change and grow stronger goals as the film progresses and we finally watch him succeed by the end of it. He checks all the boxes to be the main character, yet Orion is the one introduced as such.

I also don't like how the guy who had the most valid response to everything going on ended up having that ending that doesn't feel earned when all we saw before was understandable rage considering all that transpired. Though I understand Orion's side as well—let the people decide Sentinel's punishment rather than taking that choice away from them by taking revenge for yourself—the writers didn't do a great job at avoiding the racist connotations here.

There is one single line in the movie that really bothered me, too. "I knew it! Deep down, I always felt something was off” Like….what? I have only watched this movie once not long after it came out so don't expect a brilliant memory, but I could swear all I saw from Orion before the truth came out were scenes of him being fully convinced of Sentinel's lies and all his efforts were to help him. Sure, he did show to have a different opinion on the worth of cogless miners, but as I mentioned before, it is never told to us where that sentiment came from. Surely it isn't something random? Am I to believe he was born and never conditioned to think the way every other miner did? Is he more special than the others? Weren't they trying to show us an Optimus who wasn't destined to become Prime but became one because even a small, powerless bot who emerged from the lowest can be greater by doing the right thing?

But that's not all that bothered me about that line, it was the whole delivery of that scene… D-16 is having an existential crisis, B-127 and Elita processing what they've just found out, and there goes Orion: “Damn, I was right all along. Let me say it out loud in a way that barely expresses any devastation after finding out my whole life I've been lied to and discriminated against because of the same guy that claimed to be my saviour!” How is that a realistic response?!? They could've added that later, not right after having the most gut-wrenching revelation of his life! I get he's supposed to be this strong, determined and hopeful guy, but I seriously would've loved to see more emotion for this. (And right after watching Alpha Trion’s recounting of events all he mentioned was what happened to the Matrix, which doesn't sit right with me). He looked more crushed at seeing D-16 rightfully furious than at finding out Sentinel groomed an entire new generation to become the lowest class to fix his crimes.

The most genuine emotion Orion showed in the movie only appeared as consequence of D-16’s actions, and I know we joke about the (b)romance in this movie between Dee and Pax, but it's literally giving love interest whose whole character revolves around the main character. (Of course, in this case, Orion was more than that, but I'm talking about the depth of his character being so tightly tied to Dee while D-16 had a separate arc for himself—realizing the truth and slowly letting himself be consumed by rage and the desire to murder the guy who ruined his life and so many others’.)

I wish I had more to say about B-127, but sadly that's how relevant he was to the plot of the movie. He was the comedic relief and goofy character that could've added so much more being the one character who hinted to the corruption of Sentinel’s rule by having been sent down to a sublevel nobody even knew existed (which could've sparked early suspicions before the revelation) and developing a borderline delirious attitude as a result of his isolation.

Elita-1 is much harder to place here because while she wasn't completely glossed over, her character exists to move the story forward. Everything she did was to help Orion with whatever he needed at that moment. Emotional support, give him that little push, make the High Guard listen to him… How I would've loved for Elita to be a parallel to D-16 at the very least (since they seem to have some essential similarities here and there).

And concerning the High Guard, I really can't remember them doing much aside from fighting. Why were they out there doing nothing, again? I can't even recall how much they knew about Sentinel and the Quintessons or why they never tried to reveal the truth to all of Cybertron if they knew.

Some of the scrapped ideas of the movie provoked more emotion in me than what I would've expected from the film itself.

(And finally, I assume this is the post you're talking about?)

[thiccpersonality]

The Diary of A Kryptonian (In Love)

(If you're someone who's read my fics before, hi! I know I need to update on the 5+1, but I keep writing new things and I feel like I have a lot of drafts now 😅 (I don't, it just feels that way). But, my brain wanted to write a simple diary story just because I thought it'd be cute. I'm going to try my best to not leave the diary setting, as I want the story to be told by Clark and leave you all to imagine what these scenarios he's writing about are. I hope I'm able to keep it up as I usually end up writing dialog a lot more.

Also, excuse the certain words switched out in the summary. I had to change words so the characters didn't reach past it's intended limit. Also, also, be assured that I'M NOT ABANDONING MY 5+1 FIC, I'm just writing a bunch of other stuff and stalling ngl lol.

I hope someone is able to enjoy this simple story? And I'll update tags along the way. 💛)

Diary Entry 1: The Mystery Boy

Dear Diary,

Hello...I'm Clark Joseph Kent and I'm ten-years-old. Today is my Birthday and I dunno how to feel about the day. I woke up happy even though I knew there wouldn't be many gifts given to me...ma and pa try their best but the farm has had some trouble lately. They always get me great things that I enjoy, so that's not the reason I am having trouble on how to feel. The problem is that I met a little boy today-ah, that's not to say m'not a little boy either, but the kid I met today is two years younger than me and looks sad. I was playing ball outside with a friend named Billy when I saw him sitting in a broken down car looking like a sad, wet cat, there was an odd feeling in my chest as I looked at the boy...and I started to move unconsciously towards the fancy car, but Billy was there to snap me out from that fuzzy place. I asked Billy if we should invite him to play with us as by this point the mystery boy was looking out his window right at us, but my friend said no and ran off to go play in a nearby lake with some other neighbor kids. I tried to turn around and follow Billy...but that weird fuzz came back in my chest...it felt like...something was pulling at my heart and I felt very sad at the thought of leaving the kid by himself. So, the next thing I knew I turned around! Walking closer towards the well dressed man underneath the hood of his car.

I introduced myself to the man (who introduced himself as Alfred) like my ma and pa taught me to, but I couldn't help but look at the boy still seated inside the car, even while Mr. Alfred was talking to me it was as if my eyes were only able to focus on the mystery boy. I felt caught in his gaze like how I imagine a fly in a spider's web must feel—of course the boy isn't an actual spider, but I'm sure if he was, that he'd be the prettiest spider ever. I think Mr. Alfred sensed that I was interested in his child cause he quickly switched to waving him out of the car and into the heat of Kansas sun. That odd feeling came back in my chest when the boy slid out the car and squinted harshly against the sun...I had this weird urge to cover him from the light, displeased that he was bothered by something. Anyway, this mystery boy's name is Bruce Wayne. But it's good because he's no longer mysterious now cause we know each other's names! That makes me very happy to know, and it's such a nice name. I only just met Bruce but everything about him seems so nice...even if he can feel a little cold, but that's only cause his parents passed recently (sorry for eavesdropping pa), so I think it's fine to be a little cold, right? I feel like Bruce a lot too...it's hard to deal with that cold and lonely feeling, and I know that that's how he feels, it's in his eyes. I think that's where my uncertainty about today comes from...the fact I ran into someone just like me—or, well, who feels exactly as I do. And it doesn't help none that seeing Bruce's frown and clouded eyes bothers me so badly, that feeling in my chest has stayed with me all day and I don't know why it gets to me so much? I know that I can be kind and concerned for others...but I have never felt this strongly about someone until today, but maybe it's because of my stupid, freaky biology. I am an alien after all :(. And don't get me started on the way Bruce smells! It was hard at first when he stepped out of the car...it smelled like my ma's bitter herbs with a touch of soured milk. I have learned so much while being raised on earth and I've been told about my alien roots when I was seven‐that was my first run-in with my powers-and one of the things I've learned are secondary genders: alpha, beta and omega. My ma said that she isn't sure if I'd ever present as one or the other due to my DNA, but that earth must have an effect on me as I smell like a pup—oh, yeah! That brings me to why I was confused on smelling Bruce so much. Pup's don't really have a smell, all except the smell of a baby or milk. The sour milk smell I can get cause Bruce is in distress...but afterwards when he started to play with me and have fun, there was a hint of vanilla, flowers and something citrusy. I tried asking ma, pa and Mr. Alfred about it but they said they only smell each other and me and Bruce's milky, pup scents. When Bruce was happy I think I became happy too, it felt as if there was something in this world for me...which makes me feel bad cause I have ma, pa, Billy and the neighbors, s'not as if I'm alone...but meeting Bruce has felt like meeting...me? If that makes sense. We spent the rest of the day playing together and ate dinner under the stars. Now we are in bed and I think writing things out have helped me decide I had a good day ^-^. Bruce is asleep already and looks comfortable...another thing that makes my chest fuzzy with happiness...or whatever it is. I hope I don't come off as creepy as I keep looking at Bruce? But he's a cute kid. His skin is as pale as my ma's anniversary porcelain and eyes as blue as a...as a...icicle. I can hear his eyelashes brush against his eyelids when his eyes are opened, they are very long and pretty, like Foxtrot's eyelashes (she's one of the horses in our barn). I guess everything about him is swell. I think I should go to bed now...ma just came in and told me to sleep cause of school tomorrow, boo! I hope Bruce isn't planning to leave so soon? I wanna play with him again tomorrow.

G'night Dear Diary: Clark Joseph Kent.

Clark yawns softly as he hides the book away in his dresser drawer, completely forgetting about how he never mentioned what gifts he got, too distracted writing about his new friend to give much thought to his presents. The boy smiles softly as he faces a sleeping Bruce, scooting in closer to the younger as he slowly allows his eyes to close, a soft whisper escaping his lips as he sinks into one of the pillows and his breathing slows to soft puffs of air as he drifts off. 

"Good...night, Bruce, see you t'morrow."

(Clark speaks fairly well for a ten-year-old...and that's not to say that kids can't speak or write well, but let's just say it's his Kryptonian biology causing him to write eloquently for his age XD. Again, these chapters will most likely be very simple and whatnot, but I hope this story can be enjoyed by someone?

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As always, I hope that you darlings stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

[keferon]

hey can you tag jazzprowl? love your art and creative au ideas but its a major notp for me :(

The filtering option was invented a while ago. Please use it instead of treating me like a browser with customizable interface😗❤

[pestercide]

Decided to revisit my Minecraft spooky guy designs

Old designs here