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nightfurylover31 · 2 years ago

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I decided to write something for a special someone. Happy birthday @starrjoy! What happens when I take a scene from Sonic Frontiers and sprinkle it a bit of their Pandora AU with it? You get this! I loved the moment Sonic and Knuckles had in the game, and I hope you like it too. Just a bit of what might be going on in Sonic's head during this heart to heart chat.

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For the first time, the vibe on Ares Island was calm and stale. Even more so for being a desert environment. Things were seldom after the final vision of the Koco, and their… departure. These little guys were fighting in a war, and seemingly, none survived. Only their souls remained in these little figurines, but now they were just empty husks.

Knuckles sat on top of one of the ruins overlooking the plain. Sonic made his way over and sat beside his friend. There was tension in the air. Sonic was about to make one of his wisecrack comments to cheer him up, but stopped himself. It didn’t feel like the time.

Knuckles was taking what happened to the Koco hard. He did lead the Resistance during the war. He also panicked a bit when those robots were going to attack the bunker earlier. Maybe that brought back some bad memories.

Finally, the echidna spoke.

“Ages ago, my people were wiped out by a cataclysm. I know the Koco faced something similar. It reminds me I’m the last echidna. That I’m alone.”

A strong pain echoed in Sonic’s heart then. A pain he hadn’t thought about in years. The pain he felt losing his home, his entire culture, and his family, to such an event. One that he caused. It surprised him he didn’t think about it that much anymore. Old memories did start to pop up when he heard that spooky sky voice. The beginning of how it all fell apart. Every fiber of his being screamed to ignore it. But with his friends’ safety on the line, how could he?

Still, it finally dawned on him how similar his own past was to Knuckles’. All alone in the world, with no family. All because of some sort of deranged water deity took it all. At least you weren’t the one to cause the cataclysm, Sonic thought to himself.

Sonic did not say a word about his past. Knuckles might be the most understanding, since he shared a similar burden. But then again, Rad Red might start a rant about Sonic screwing up everything in his life. Maybe not right now, but later. No, now was not the time for that. Right now his friend needed cheering up.

“You may be the last, but you’re not alone. You’ve got us, knuckle-head,” he said with less sass than usual. And I’ve got you guys.

That did seem to perk Knuckles up a bit. To be reminded of the friends he made whom care about him so much. Despite their repeated fights and bickering, the two of them were very close.

“I’ll admit, I do envy your lifestyle,” Knuckles continued. “Freedom to go where you want, when you want.”

It wasn’t like the echidna to say something like that. Guess being stuck in between cyberspace and the real world left him wanting more. Amy said the experience made her feel detached. And Knuckles was a hands-on guy. He did come off his island occasionally when Eggman’s schemes, or anything, got too threatening. But he never really got the chance to explore the world freely. To truly enjoy it. It made Sonic happy to hear Knuckles say that.

“So do it! Get out there and live a little.” He had tried to encourage that before, but now it felt like the offer was ready to be taken.

“Maybe I could.. but first I need to be back to normal.” Knuckles stood up and added some extra sass to his voice, along with a smug grin. “So hurry up and get me back to normal!”

“Anything to get you away from me,” Sonic barked back.

The two glared for a moment, then bursted out laughing. To anyone, it would probably seem odd. But Sonic and Knuckles have known each other long enough to read pass the insults to know what they really meant. Their playful banter becoming one of the things that made their bond so strong.

For the most part, Sonic saw himself and Knuckles as opposites. One as free as the wind, the other strong as a mountain. Sonic lived by his own feelings; Knuckles was full of a sense of duty. It seemed amazing that the two became friends, but opposites attract, I guess.

Sonic was not one to believe in fate, but he did feel that maybe the two of them were brought together for a reason. Their cultures’ actions impacted their lives. The blue hedgehog realized Chaos had to have been the god that Pandora was separated from by his ancestors, back when he first saw it in Station Square. The one who used him to wipe out everyone on Christmas Island. Sonic never told Knuckles about this; he never even told Tails. How could you tell someone, no matter how close they were, about your greatest mistake? The one that costed the lives of thousands.

Sonic pushed those feelings and memories back down, focusing on what was happening right now. A peaceful moment with his dear friend.

Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to tell you the truth, Knux. But for now, I’m glad to have you by my side. As a rival, and one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

#sonic and knuckles #sonic frontiers #pandora au #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #fanfic #p!au

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superectojazzmage · 1 year ago

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Imma be honest, this whole situation with the Vulture article about Spider-Verse and the working conditions behind it are saying less to me about the industry’s very real problems and more about Twitblr’s tendency towards absolutely ridiculous overreaction, jumping to conclusions, poor fact-checking, and tendency to care more about making themselves mad and upset then actually helping anybody. And also kinda makes me feel like “crunch” might be about to go up on the shelf of “words that Tumblr has made completely meaningless”.

Actually reading the article and not just pissing and shitting with rage in the comments over the headline leads to a somewhat nuanced and honestly not-especially-damning-or-dramatic context:

Four animators (on a team of over a thousand) claim that Sony asked animators to work bullshit hours on this project and lowballed them on pay, which is something Sony has been accused of before with other projects and is a common criticism of the big studios in general. However, they also say that a lot of these bullshit hours were made up of low periods where they weren’t really doing a lot of work.

There’s some complaining about Phil Lord’s loose and improvisational approach to filmmaking not gelling with an animation project of this size and nature, leading to dumb mistakes like redoing already completed sequences that exacerbated some of the deadline crunches that Sony pulled.

These four animators found it disheartening to have their work cut from the finished project, mainly because they couldn’t add a lot of it to their reels, but they also feel they were properly compensated for the overtime and down periods.

100 animators left the project for various reasons over the course of production, but this doesn’t actually say much because, again, the animation team had over a thousand people on it; this is actually an impressively small turnover rate for a production of this size.

All of this is presented without any actual proof of the claims beyond the word of these four animators, who it should be noted are giving it anonymously. Literally the only evidence they even exist is that the Vulture writer says. So, like, not exactly a smoking gun. Sony has denied the accusations, with Amy Pascal giving a rather snappish and testy response to it that pretty much amounts to “if these people are really who they say they are, they’re full of shit and need to get over themselves and accept how filmmaking works”. Phil Lord and Chris Miller have not commented at all to my knowledge.

All in all, it seems like kind of a nothing burger story. More talk about the crappiness of the entertainment industry’s way of doing things and how poorly the big studios treat animators, more talk of the importance of unionizing, but nothing especially major, not very dramatic compared to other horror stories that have come out over the years, and there’s not even any REAL evidence the claims are true (sorry if my standards of proof are a bit higher than “anonymous person said so!”).

The main conclusions to draw are that Sony sucks, there’s a lot institutional problems in the animation industry that need to be fixed, unions are good, and Lord and Miller can be major pains to work with when put in the wrong environment. Pretty much all of which was well-known prior to this.

And yet, the reaction has been so needlessly strong. Like, I understand that people are fed up with this kind of shit and it’s justifiable to be annoyed about crunch or to sympathetic to the supposed plight of these animators… but Jesus Christ. The way people are despairing and throwing sobbing fits in comments about not being allowed to enjoy anything and “no ethical consumption”. The way these somewhat mild problems are being described as “ANIMATORS MADE TO WORK TO DEATH IN SWEATSHOP CONDITIONS”. The way Lord and Miller are being instantly turned on and called narcissistic abusers (something the article never even ONCE approaches). The hyper-cynical, masturbatory, and snooty “disappointed but not surprised” pessimism. The exaggerated crying for the animators like they’re dying crack babies made to toil in a radium mine and not normal people complaining about a crappy job.

It all feels very… well, pathetic at best. Performative at worst. Because I genuinely don’t know how many of these people complaining are actually gonna, like, do anything about it, nor how this complaining into the void without doing anything is helping anyone. And it’s plainly apparent from a lot of the comments that many of the people posting these rants have not actually read the article, just the headline and other comments. At the very least, it says some very bad things about the internet’s current, corporate-and-social media-encouraged zeitgeist of constant misery porn, melodramatic hysterics, purity culture, needlessly angry and confrontational activism, and convicting by public opinion before all the facts are in (or even willfully ignoring facts for the sake of fueling the complaining train).

I also feel like this is all very counterproductive to the effort of workers rights, as it’s kind of making the people involved look bad and making their complaints look petty and overblown, when in reality there’s absolutely a lot of real problems that need to be addressed.

I also also feel like we’re really reaching a ridiculous point with the whole “no ethical consumption under capitalism” bullshit, where people are acting like even the slightest bit of pain in any industry taints everything about it and means every person who buys the product is complicit and there’s “no escape from the sin” which is a completely batshit stupid way of viewing the world. But I digress.

#across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #films #movies #comic books #phil lord #christopher miller #sony pictures #sony animation #workers rights #fandom discourse #discourse #politics #animation #amy pascal

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cuprohastes · 1 year ago

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Hills to die on

If it's a JPEG or PNG it's not HDR. It's just tone mapping.

JPEG needs taking out back and euthanising. There are better formats and have been for like 15 years.

In any situation where there is a clearly better option, someone will contrive a way to fuck the situation up so massively that everyone will just keep using the shitty scenario. That someone is usually Sony.

GIMP and people who promote GIMP to unsuspecting would-be artists has done more to harm digital art than the cost of buying all the hardware.

Discord sucks ass. It won't ever not suck.

It doesn't matter what Android can do or how customisable it is, if you e.g. get a Samsung it's going to be so larded down with crap and cruft that any benefits over iOS will be lost.

Windows is not better than MacOS.

MacOS is not better than Windows.

Both are better than any Linux install that isn't running on a tablet.

For drawing, sketching, painting and generally enjoying things, an iPad with a ludicrously overpriced stylus is way better than a full PC with a Wacom...

... and the tablet's a better way to enjoy media.

Customer service agents are not paid enough

Customer service agents should be allowed to say "Jesus fucking Christ I asked what the problem is, not 'Tell me about your day' Shut. The. Fuck . Up. Now what is the problem. 6 words or less, or I'm hanging up and blocking your number".

CSATs and NPS are astrology anti-vax conspiracy theories for middle management. They're deeply flawed, harmful to everyone involved, a huge pain in the ass, and nobody wants to deal with them... apart from some middle manager who firmly believes they can boil down a human being and their entire job to two numbers every month.

Billionaires and politicians should be tried every year and if found guilty of being utter shits, be wired up for life support and encased in amber, and displayed to the public along with a list of the bad shit they've done. I firmly believe that these dinguses will see their comerades frozen mid scream in a big block of resin, while a machine keeps them alive in permanent hellish torture and still do the stupid things they do.

Nobody likes soft mozarella as much as block mozarella.

UBI and free cheese would probably solve almost all problems.

Nestlé are now so evil they're just doing it to see how far they can push things before anyone actually does something other than tut-tutting.

Most politicians should be guillotined.

#shitposting

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poohsticksbridge · 1 year ago

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In the midst of a largely enjoyable season of Amazon Prime’s/Sony Pictures’ adaptation of The Wheel of Time series, delivered by an outstanding cast and crew all deserving of acclaim (and renewal for future seasons), I see a lot of people responding with annoyance or dismissal of viewers’ issues (‘nitpicks’/‘complaints’) with certain season 2 character arcs.

Permit me to explain where one dense & annoying complainer (i.e., yours truly) is coming from. Because Nynaeve’s S2 show arc is potentially triggering for anyone who has lived experience with pregnancy or child loss.

Despite putting this assertion out there, I have seen — and been directly subject — to a range of responses that range from patronizing to downright heartless. These include:

How can anyone (read: these idiots) NOT see the character development that’s being set up?

People who criticize don’t understand/lack empathy for trauma survivors.

Critics who are (over)reacting need to shut up and deal with their own unresolved trauma.

And the evergreen refrain: they’re just fictional characters. Get a life. 🙄

As someone who has lost multiple pregnancies, and supported loved ones through child loss, excuse me when I say: hold my mother’s milk in a fucking cup.

Nynaeve’s arc this season was especially difficult to watch and process because she was the only character who went through it without genuine support or a single onscreen ray of hope for resolution/closure. The fact this will probably come 18-24 months from now, does not ease the immediate pain.

Let me offer a hypothetical comparator: picture the reaction from Egwene stans & the fandom as a whole, if the season had ended on episode 5. I can only imagine how that might have gone down.

As hard as I found Nynaeve’s arc, I was inclined to process it privately — until these kinds of comments started to show up in other’s posts and threads. Because I find the toxic positivity, fanlier-than-thouism and callous dismissal of others’ feelings even more triggering than Nynaeve’s arc.

Why? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself, because I too generally find fandom drama tiring. Here’s what I realized:

Such responses are trivializing and isolating. Very much the way grieving parents (or almost parents) feel after their loss, because so few people are able to relate. (Despite the growing exploration/exploitation of pregnancy and child loss in ‘entertainment,’ there’s still a very real societal taboo when it comes to talking about RL experiences.)

If you find my criticism, posts and replies to comments about Nynaeve’s arc tiresome, offensive or otherwise upsetting, feel free to ignore/delete/block/move along. Or, by all means, respond thoughtfully. But don’t tell me I don’t see/understand what the writers are doing (I’m not an idiot). Don’t tell me I don’t understand/lack empathy for trauma survivors. Don’t tell me to cool down/get over it/get (more) therapy. Don’t tell me I need to get a life. (My rainbow kid keeps me plenty busy, thanks.) And don’t expect me to shut up about my criticisms of a cherished character’s unrelenting suffering, and how it has been portrayed as robbing her of her signature competence and common sense.

If you’re still reading, thank you very much for enduring my rant. May those with differing perspectives enjoy their S3 longing, while I busy myself with fix-it fanfics and gratuitous Laneave smut.

#PSB is on her high horse #flogging it into glue #yes even when people are suffering in real life #it’s okay to want to escape life’s hardships for a while #I’m just here to mash my favourite characters together #wheel of time #wot #nynaeve al'meara #lan mandragoran #lanaeve

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deanwinchesterswitch · 2 years ago

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April 2023 Fic Rec List

Well, it seems like April was the month for drabbles and ficlets. Not only for my writing but my reading as well. Half of these gems are delicious little nuggets.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple-Part 9 ~ @avanatural. Author's Series Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~MCU~

Hello Spring Day 2 ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: After 3 years living in hiding, you came face to face with a ghost. That ghost is looking for answers.

One Night of Love ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Anytime ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Karl Urban x Reader)

Chace You Down ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance. (Chace Crawford x Reader)

First Steps ~ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Author's Summary: None (Chris Evans x Reader)

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

You Might Fall In Love ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: I didn’t even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn’t know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections… {Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It’s first person but still Y/N)}

~Supernatural~

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Good Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: You share a shower room with the boys, so this was bound to happen at some point…

Love-Blind Haze ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Magdalena ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: The Mark of Cain has Dean doubting even his own thoughts, but there’s one place he can go for a moment of peace, one person who can take away the pain… even for one night.

Muffled ~ @hoboal87. Author's Summary: Dean wants you to be quiet. (Ficlet)

The Night Shift ~ @stusbunker. Author's Summary: Dean could use a distraction, luckily a few stores are still open. Benny helps him find more than he was looking for.

No Title ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, reader pronouns: she/her)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, Reader)

Part-time Soulmate ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Sweetart ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After being let in on their secret, Dean has a few more questions for Y/N and Sam, and a deep desire to give it a go himself…

That Look ~ @kazsrm67. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Under My Skin ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

wish you were here ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Falling & Failing ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed female)

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest of Our Lives ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. (Rooster x Fem!Reader)

About Last Night-Part 5-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) ‘Rodeo’)

Too Late-Part 6-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake regrets the things he did and didn’t do. Is he too late to make it right? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

Fairytale Ending-Part 7-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

On AO3

~Crossovers~

Who’s lost now?-Chapters 2 and 3 ~ @glygriffe. Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester is a little lost going back to school and starting a new life in the big city. The Doctor tries to heal thru humanity now that his best friends are not traveling with him anymore, and takes a job at a university. When they meet each other, it may be just two lost souls colliding. But maybe it is the start of a friendship they both need.

~Supernatural~

Honestly ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The standard Dean Winchester way of letting her down gently doesn’t quite go as he expects. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The morning after an intense night before has a promising start, but it goes south when he reacts like he always has. And you’re done with his shit. (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Captives of the Court-Chapters Three-Eleven ~ Series Summary: Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 14-16 ~ Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #fic recs #april 2023 #050123

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alarrytale · 9 months ago

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I think your harrie anon forgot how bad Harry’s shows were in USA where he did residencies. He looked bored and exhausted, the same robotic moves and speeches with emotionless face. I saw several bad reviews and posts from harries who expected more from his shows. Some people were even saying that he faked playing his guitar.

I hate to compare HL but I went to see them both (in europe) and their vocals were absolutely fine at my shows, my gp friends who even didn’t know louis before also enjoyed the show. The only thing which I think Louis needs to improve is his stage presence, he is way to stiff. (And I personally would appreciate if he wouldn’t swear that much)

Hi, anon!

The constant comparisons can be exhausting, especially when you know they didn’t have an even playing field and still don't. Yes, they have different strengths and weaknesses, but it's like some people find it incomprehensible that other people might favour someone other than Harry. Either when it comes to music, sound, voice or image etc. Harry isn't perfect and has got his weaknesses too.

Louis has loads of different things he needs to improve on as an artist and performer. Most things i believe can be attributed to his low self-esteem, self-disipline as not not appear gay, bad coping mechanisms and fake image. Sony is a major contributing factor to the current state of Louis. On top of that he's had some personal losses and some shit luck. So he is struggling.

The stiffness is due to low self-esteem and self-disipline. He's constantly self-concious and in his own head. Did i accidentally sway my hips when i turned, did my wrist look limp, did i giggle too much? The out of breath is due to too much cigarette smoking, lack of stamina and nervousness. So a bad coping mechanism that started during 1D because of Sony and insecurity that Sony instilled in him. Forgetting lyrics is due to his stoner brain and pointing it out is a part of his indie image. A shit image he adopted to set himself apart from H who he couldn’t compete with and, and an image to make him appear straight because Sony gave him bg. His stoner brain is due to him wanting to numb the pain and forget the shit he's going through. So another bad coping mechanism. He's in a vicious circle and i hope there is a way out of it where he comes out on top.

#solo louis #louis image #comparisons #fandom

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zot3-flopped · 1 year ago

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I know we’re all just working off vibes here, but my impression is that louis’ days as an act are numbered. First he cannot surely go on bankrolling that festival, the 60%-full tour, and he can’t sink his cash into another film - maybe with merch sales he breaks even or something like that but otherwise Wtf is he doing with his money.

Second, more people seem to be on the cusp of realising he’s unpleasant. I see them half-laughing at the cigs/booze/the BAD attitude, but they are not enjoying this or celebrating it, they are currently pretending it’s funny, that’s all. To be successful you need to provoke real enjoyment, it’s not enough to make your audience a little uncomfortable.

Third that audience is pretending Louis is respectful of pride flags, a creative guy, a comforting presence, and the lack of evidence is picking them off one by one. He’s losing losing losing all the time. Name one thing where he has genuinely shown success or publicly shown he creates, engenders mutual respect?

Fourthly this thing where he’s photographed having his clothes ripped off by young women is going to bite him on the ass. He’s only happy on tour if he drinks and gets handled by women, and any idiot knows that eventually that’s a shitty combination, something will happen that the old guard will explain away but the younger ones, who have different boundaries because they’re taught more about abusive males, they will not stick by him.

Like none of this seems strange to us, we know how obvious it is that he’s a talentless goblin of a man who sponged off the others throughout 1D - but little by little it’s all working to lose him his following and I can see a crisis point coming when he fucks over some young woman, runs out of money, says something foul that gets caught on camera, and never forget that all of 1D’s business is still secret - there’s no way he was a good guy in that band. More like a pain in the ass, Zayn and Harry realised it earlier and when Liam realises he can get attention by airing out some of the past, Louis is going to look worse. Anyway I am here for it, bring it on!

👏👏👏👏 Agree that he is sailing close to the wind, and the only reason there hasn't been an outcry about him encouraging his young fans to grope him is because the mainstream media stopped following his career after Walls.

Like you, I believe Louis did some terrible things in 1d that Harry and Zayn won't forgive him for, and that extended beyond 1d to his behaviour towards the BBC and music journalists. He's a pariah and the music press won't touch him.

Remember this from a 2015 Sun article by their then showbiz editor, who had met the boys many times?

A source at music giant Sony said: "Frankly, Louis is a little shit who’s managed to annoy a lot of people over the last couple of years."

Never a truer word spoken.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #louis thuglinson #1d dynamics

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damonjuicyscock · 2 years ago

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Playlist-Chapter 2: The magnificent seven

Pairing: 80's Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Virgin Noel and Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, P in V sex, unprotected sex), language, mention of blood and wounds, maybe a few spelling mistakes but I hope not

Words: 4632

Summary: You and Noel are now misfit teens. Something happens in high school, you think Noel is being beaten by his father, and something that wasn't planned at all in your mind happens.

A/N: Heya ! Merry Late Christmas ! I'm late, my computer had a problem and I couldn't publish the chapter without it. This chapter might maybe shock some of you because there is CONSENSUAL smut between teenagers, and they're not underage ! I don't usually write this type of stuff because it makes me ill at ease, but this is part of the story so I had to deal with it the way I could. I recall that sexual majority and age of consent in the UK is 16 years old. In case I might have problems or maybe you doubt it, here's a link that will witness what I say : https://lawstuff.org.uk/police-and-law/age-of-consent/

I just hope you won't report this chapter, I took a lot of time writing it and it would spoil my work so if you're shocked I'd advice you to to skip it and not read it, but you might have missing elements for the rest so it's both my problem and not at all. As per usual... Enjoy !

“Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! »

1982:

Teenage years came, the outsider era as well, Noel and I were now 15 years old. We still were neighbours and the best of friends, we were inseparable. Noel and I now had some male friends. He had stopped stammering. We were some kind of hooligans, and I wasn’t scared to fight with someone else if needed.

Most days, we were skipping high school to eat these famous “magic mushrooms”.

Noel was still in probation for what he did 4 months before. When he was still 14, he robbed a local store and was arrested. That’s when he decided to learn guitar.

We were punks, heading out every weekend without our parents knowing to go to gigs, and to go in fields to watch the stars and smoke pot, taking the cassette-radio with us to listen to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd or even the Sex Pistols. I had the Cassettes and Noel had the Vinyls.

We never were at Noel’s place. He didn’t want me to meet his “dick of a father” as he said before. And to talk to each other when we weren’t together, we were using a chalk and a slate that we were showing to each other from our windows as these were one opposite the other.

He shared his room with Liam, who even though he was a kid, could be a real pain in the ass. Why? Because this little bastard, sometimes, when I was calling his brother with the help of my torch lamp, was the one answering by showing me his butt.

One day, the first separation came. We were in chemistry class, and oh, it went bad.

So what shit do we have to do today? I asked

Huh… We have to create a formula for the dilution of a chemical solution… I don’t know shit!

I don’t either. Chemistry is shit.

We agree on that.

Ready to make the classroom explode Noely?

Fuck yes, I don’t even understand why ye insisted on coming in chemistry class or even school!

But you followed me! I said, winking at him

Ye know I’d follow ye everywhere, cock. But still, why?

Just need some grades to go on our next year of high school, I don’t want to repeat a year, and my parents would kill me.

But ye suck at chemistry!

And so do you.

Well anyway, I just want ye to know that if ye do the wrong mix, I was happy to know yer fer 10 years me dear Y/N.

Shut the fuck up you fucker! I answered laughing and giving him a punch in the ribs

OUCH!

Miss Y/L/N, Mr Gallagher, do ye need some help? The teacher said when seeing us

Nah thank you mister, I can slap him alone.

And I can her make her think she’s going to make the classroom alone as well, thank ye. Noel added

Ye two should mind yer language and stop being cheeky before I send ye both to detention!

Yeah well, it won’t be the first nor the last time we will not be going because we ain’t got time for that shit. I murmured to Noel

Too right. We’re ghosts here. Kaboom?

Kaboom. I answered, a mischievous smile on my face

That’s when one of our classmates decided to be a complete idiot and throw a flour bomb at the teacher. The classmate right behind us.

And he thought it was Noel.

Gallagher! Out! To the director’s office! the teacher yelled at him

Why? I didn’t do it!

Yes sir! He didn’t do it!

Y/L/N, you want to join him?

No, but I swear! It wasn’t Noel!

Shut up ye bitch! I heard behind me

What did you just called me fuck face? I threatened

Silence ! Y/L/N, yer going to detention!

Perfect! I’ll be coming at 28pm during the weekend of the 42 of Novembruary!

There’s nothing I could do. Noel got accompanied to the director’s office and I left the high school, waiting for Noel outside.

I saw him appear in front of me 2 hours later.

As Peggy was working at the high school’s canteen, she already knew everything.

So? A full month of detention and public apologies to the teacher or are you gonna be hanged on a public place?

I got expelled.

WHAT?!

Yeah.

No fucking way. Noely, I’m going to see the director and I’ll tell him I witnessed the scene and that it wasn’t you!

It’s too late Y/N… He won’t believe it. They know about what I did 4 months ago, the robbery. They needed a head of steam, they found one and anyway, I was fed up with school, so all the better.

But…What about me?

Don’t worry ‘bout that, we’ll keep seeing each other everyday.

Fuck, I’ll stop going to school as well and find myself a job.

No Y/N, don’t quit high school because I won’t be there anymore. Yer smart, much more than I am, obtain yer GCSE, do it fer me, please.

Okay…

I’ll find meself a job. But with me case, probably going to have to work with the other crap.

You mean…

Me father, yeah. Oh fuck, I don’t want to go home.

Let’s walk to the happy forest.

The “happy forest”, yes, the forest next to our high school, that’s how we were calling it.

We got home at 7pm, high and Noel was absolutely petrified. He knew what would happen.

By the time, I started asking myself some questions, started understanding that my best friend was in danger, and I understood it this evening.

See you at the window?

As always. He answered squeezing my hand

Love you Noely.

Love ye too cock.

He hugged me as if his life depended on it and went to his house.

At 9pm, while I was reading a book, I heard it.

Tommy was back home and was shouting at everyone.

I heard loud noises coming from his house and I knew it was nothing good. It lasted about 20 minutes.

I approached my window waiting to see Noel appear on the other side. I saw the light in his room go on, but instead, I saw Liam appear, afraid and crying.

He didn’t seem hurt which were good news.

Then the door opened, and Noel appeared. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had a hand holding his ribs as if he had been kicked there. He was crying as well.

This day, I understood that his father had been doing this for years and that when I punched him earlier this day, he was already hurt.

He saw me watching, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

I grabbed my slate and a chalk and wrote on it before showing it to him.

“What happened?”

He then grabbed his, wrote on it and showed it to me.

“The usual, but worse”

“How long has it been?”

“Years. I didn’t want you to discover it. And certainly not like that.”

“I had doubts. Deep down I think I already knew.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t Noely. But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Shame, and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you I already had doubts about it. You should have told me when I first saw your bruises.”

“Couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You would have told your mam.”

“Which would be normal, yes, but if you don’t want me to tell, I won’t. At least as long as I am sure your father isn’t planning on killing you.”

“He won’t. Got to comfort Liam.”

“Go. And treat yourself!”

“I will.”

My protection mode had been activated.

After this, Noel got to work with his father, just like he told me. I succeeded my classes.

In November 1983, everything changed.

November 1983:

Noel and I were now 16 years old, and we had discovered a new band a few months ago that became one of our favourites. The Smiths. We were planning on going to their gig in Huddersfield, but we wouldn’t go. Because as I said, everything changed in just 3 days.

November 21st 1983:

When coming back from school, I wasn’t expecting for Peggy to be with my mother in the living room.

I came back home, screaming as per usual.

MOM I’M HOME!

Y/N, how many times will I have to tell you not to scream for God’s sake!

I know! You just know that I love having all the attention on me! I joked, taking off my jacket and dropping my bag in the middle of the hall.

Y/N, school bag in your room please.

It will be, but first I want my snack! I’m hungry!

There are cookies in the cupboard above the closet. Tea’s with me in the living room.

Thanks mam!

I took my pack of cookies and my favourite mug with me and went in the living room to find my mother.

That’s when I saw Peggy was there. I was used to see her here. So used to it that I know recognized her from behind.

Heya Peggy!

She turned to face me and that’s when I saw it, the black eye she had. The blackeye her asshole ex-husband gave her.

Hello me beautiful Y/N.

Fu…Freaking hell, Peggy, who did this to you?

Y/N, this isn’t… my mother started

Who? I insisted, stopping my mother before she could finish her sentence

Thomas, sweetheart. He found us, I don’t know how and who told him.

I swear I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

Y/N, language!

No mam, I won’t apologise for saying the truth and I what I think.

She’s right Y/M/N, even though it still doesn’t look good in a pretty girl’s mouth like ye Y/N.

I know, but I don’t care Peggy. You moved so he wouldn’t find you, hurt the boys and you anymore and start over.

Don’t worry sweetie. If he comes back, I’ll call the police.

You better. Was he drunk again?

As usual.

How are the boys?

They’re fine Y/N, don’t worry about this.

But I am worried.

Yes, I ended up opening my mouth and telling my mother. Because Noel was presenting more and more bruises everyday and I was shitting myself everyday by the idea of losing him, so I told my mom. That’s where we discovered that Peggy and Paul also were victims. So my mom invited Peggy, telling her she knew everything, and she helped her to find a new home and she moved out with the boys. I still admire my mom for that today.

So Noel and I weren’t neighbours anymore, but he still was alive, and it was and still is what mattered the most. Especially when he was coming to see me like he did that night.

November 22nd 1983:

It was about 10pm and raining as fuck. I was listening to The Clash’s The magnificent seven when I heard a noise against my window. Then again. Someone was throwing rocks at it, and only one person would do that.

I opened the window and received a stone in the face.

OUCH!

Oh fuck, soz Y/N!

What the fuck Noel?!

I thought ye didn’t hear me.

Come on, come up here, it’s cold and raining you fucking moron!

It was my visit of the day, as per usual, we were still seeing each other everyday.

Noel climbed up the hedge to my bedroom window. I stepped back to give him room to get in. And that’s when I saw these again. Those bruises and blood running down his face.

Oh my God! Noel! What the fuck happened?

Noel walked painfully to my bed and struggled to sit on it.

He came back.

Your father?

Who else?

You’ll tell me everything. I’ll grab the first aid kit. And be quiet, my parents are asleep.

He nodded as a response.

I went downstairs to grab a tea towel and some ice, came back upstairs, went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, and came back in my bedroom.

Here. Thought you might need this. I said handing him the tea towel

Thank ye. He answered, taking it

I opened the first aid kit bag and took out compresses, alcohol, and bandages.

So? I said, starting to treat him

He came back, fucking wasted as per usual. He entered through the back door, and he found mam. He had followed me when we were done working. He started hitting her and tried raping her. I heard her scream from me room even though I was playing guitar. So I rushed downstairs, and Liam joined me. We got to take him off her and I fought with him. And… ye can see he won, Paul had to come home to take him off me and kick him out for it to stop.

For fuck’s sake… huh… this is my first time doing this and this is alcohol so it might hurt.

It’s okay Y/N. Do it.

I started dabbing the compress on the wounds on his face to remove the blood and clean these. He hissed in pain several times but did not complain.

Take off your jacket and your tee. He also had you there.

Noel executed himself and oh, with the blood, so many bruises were there. Asif his father broke him some ribs.

Fucking hell Noel, how could he do that to you?

I don’t know. But at least, he beat the talent into me.

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. I was horrified.

I cleaned the wounds once again and when I was done, Noel picked the tea towel and put it on the bruise that hurt him the most while I threw what I used to treat him in my bin.

I came back to sit next to him, watching his face contort with pain, his teeth biting his lower lip and had trouble breathing.

Can I…touch?

Why? He answered

Just…

Yes, ye can.

I put my hand on the massive bruise on his ribs.

Does it hurt?

Yea. He always kicks me here. As if he knew what he was doing, where it hurts.

I ran my hand there carefully so I was sure I wouldn’t hurt him more than he already was. And suddenly, I burst into tears.

Y/N? Noel asked, stunned

Soz Noel, don’t mind me…

Noel took me in his arms, holding me tight and left a kiss on my cheek.

When he let go of me, I made sure to lower my head so he wouldn't see me crying.

Hey, I should be the one crying here. He chuckled

But it didn’t make me laugh and my tears were getting worse. I was hurt to see Noel hurt.

With his hand, he raised my head so that our faces faced each other.

Our looks met, and Noel held my face in his hands.

He paid attention to my sad look and my crying eyes for a few more seconds before crushing his lips on mine urgently. As if his life depended on it.

I answered the kiss even though in shock and troubled. It wasn’t my first kiss, and it wasn’t his.

He ran his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance and I let him.

Our tongues met and he deepened the kiss. I went from being sad to horny and sad.

Noel laid me on my bed, him on top of me, still kissing me, his hands roaming over my body. He was so tender. One of my hands went in his hair and the other went caressing his back.

Then his hands tugged at my pyjama, which was only an oversized shirt.

I pushed him a little bit and unbuttoned it. I wanted him. He wanted me. Maybe was it a mistake to do this now, but in truth, I never thought it was one.

Noel put his lips on my neck, kissing it and made me shiver. God, his kisses were everything. They then slid to my still covered breasts.

He pushed aside the edges of my shirt so that he could see them, my top being now exposed to him, the only remaining fabric being my undies.

Noel was in awe. And he didn’t know what to do with them, which made him as nervous as I was.

Are ye sure ye want this? He asked

Yes Noely. I want this. But…

What?

I… I’ve never done this before. I answered

Me neither. He answered, smiling

Good, we now knew that we were two horny, virgin teenagers, who wanted each other.

Noel seemed lost, so I helped him by kissing him passionately.

I tugged at his jeans at the same time, indicating him to take these off.

He got the message and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped them before stepping out of them. Meanwhile, I took off my shirt and stepped back on the bed to rest my head on my pillow. Noel came back on top of me, kissing me again. He grinded on my clothed womanhood, making me whimper at the sensation.

Noel was hesitant. His fingers were tugging at my undies but didn’t dare to touch my womanhood as if I would change my mind. But I was sure. I grabbed his hand and put it on the hem of these to show him he could take them off me and touch me the way we both wanted.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and slid them off. The second after, he was looking at me, naked under him.

Yer so perfect… He whispered

I blushed. I was ready but couldn’t get enough of his lips on mine.

Please, kiss me more.

And like this, he was back on me, trembling and dry humping me.

I could feel his clothed member twitch against my thigh.

Came the moment where I started feeling like I couldn’t take the tension anymore.

My hands slid under his boxers, touching his ass. I started sliding them down and he got the message again.

He got up and took them off, also leaving him bare in front of me.

He blushed at his turn and sat on the bed.

Are you okay? I asked

Yea, I’m just nervous, me.

Me too, but hey, it’s okay!

I kissed him again to reassure him and slowly guided him on top of me again, between my legs.

He started grinding against me again, precum leaking out of his member and getting wet with my juices.

The friction was driving me crazy; my clit being stimulated in the process.

Can I? Noel asked, wanting to take things further

Yes, go slow at first please.

Of course.

He entered me slowly, all trembling, centimetre by centimetre until he was fully inside me.

Fuck… yer so tight…

It hurt a lot. It stung. And Noel saw it.

Are ye okay?

Will be. Just give me a minute before moving, okay?

Yea, I need a minute too or I’m going to explode.

We both were a trembling mess, nervous but so wanting and excited.

I finally nodded to indicate him to move, and he put his lips on mine, kissing me while starting thrusting in me.

It still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It even was pleasant. This sensation of being filled up while it still stung a bit was pleasant.

Noel started groaning lowly. He wouldn’t last long.

His hand grabbed mine, squeezing it, his lips still staying on mine. It was so tender.

Noel…

Yes Y/N?

You can move a little faster if you want.

Alright, but I’m not sure I’m gonna last.

It’s okay…

He sped up his movements, causing me to start whimpering. It started to feel good.

Fuck Y/N… He moaned

My free hand came wandering on his body, ending up in his hair.

I would not know what an orgasm was yet, but I would know what letting go is.

I let myself melt under his touch and I started moaning lowly for how pleasurable it started to be.

My insides accidentally convulsed around Noel’s shaft. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes.

My face was showing signs of pleasure and it drove him crazy. I felt his hand squeeze mine harder and he bit my shoulder, muffling his grunts. He pulled out at the same time and spilled himself on my stomach. It had lasted only 5 minutes, but these were the first best moments of my life. These 5 minutes that changed my life and our relationship. But I didn’t know it yet.

Noel collapsed on top of me as I left kisses on his forehead.

Soz but we had no condom… He said, out of breath

It’s okay, I don’t mind Noely.

He looked at me and kissed me again before getting up and grabbing my shirt to clean our mess or more like his mess on my stomach before leaving a kiss there and laying next to me, taking me in his arms, as we let ourselves fall into Morpheus arms.

November 23rd, 1983:

I woke up at 9am, alone in my bed, Noel was gone.

He hadn’t left a word or anything.

I was sore from the night before, and suddenly, I remember wat happened. Noel and I had sex the night before. We had been each other’s first. Something that wasn’t planned. Because we weren’t dating, right?

But I didn’t regret anything. I was scared Noel might. I did as nothing happened the whole morning.

At 2pm, having no signs of Noel when we were supposed to go to The Smiths gig, I started to worry. So I called.

Hello? I heard a feminine voice answer

Peggy? It’s Y/N.

Oh hello me beautiful Y/N, how are ye?

I’m fine, it’s you I should ask.

I’m good, thank ye.

Is…Is Noel here?

No, he went camping with Liam until tomorrow.

Okay… can you tell him I called when he’ll be back, please?

Of course. See ye Y/N.

See ya.

Yeah, I wasn’t happy and cool about it. Firstly, Noel let me down and there was no way he could have forgotten about the gig. And secondly, I felt like Noel regretted what we had done and would never speak to me again.

During a whole month, I had no news from him, until Paul called me.

December 31st 1983:

Having no news from the most important person in my life after my parents was hurting me. And there was worse. I understood a few days after what happened that I was falling in love with Noel.

But all of this was probably over. I tried to overcome this by trying to make me think about something else with books and music. It was New Year’s Eve and for the first time in years, I had nothing planned, or so I thought.

Y/N, phone call! My father shouted

I thought he was the one calling, so I literally ran downstairs.

Hello?

Hi Y/N, it’s Paul.

I was a bit disappointed but tried to hide it.

Oh hey Paul!

Have ye anything planned tonight? I’m soz for being late to propose but our kid and I are organizing a little party tonight, do ye want to come?

Huh, yeah, of course!

Noel will be there. I know ye haven’t seen each other for a few and I think that’s a bad thing so…

Okay. Do I have to bring something?

Just a few bottles if ye can, we have the rest.

I’ll be there.

At 6pm, I put on my favourite blue night dress, some make up, a faux-fur coat, some boots, took a full bottle I had under my bed, my pack of cigarettes and left for the party.

When I arrived, I saw everyone but Noel. And when he arrived and saw me, he totally avoided me.

I didn’t understand, we didn’t do anything wrong.

By 11pm, everyone was having fun when I was sat on a chair, tipsy, and had no trace of Noel. So I went outside, smoking cigarettes on cigarettes.

By 11:55, someone opened the door and joined me. Here he was, standing in front of me. He hesitated.

Hi… he started

Hi… I pursued

Can…Can I sit with ye?

Yes. I even think you should.

I know. We have to…

Talk? Yeah.

He sat next to me, lighting a cigarette, and taking a puff before blowing smoke in the cold humid air.

Why Noel? I asked

I needed to think.

About what happened? Noel, if you think I regret it, I don’t and I loved it. If it had to happen again, I would let the exact same thing happen.

I don’t regret it either and I loved it too.

Then what’s the fucking problem?

I…I feel like ye won’t feel the same way but…

What?

I realized I love ye Y/N.

I was stunned, we felt the same.

And yer not saying anything so not hard to guess ye don’t and I fucked up.

You’re wrong, you didn’t. I feel the same Noely. For the last month I realized this too. I thought you regretted what happened and that you never wanted to see me ever again.

Oh no Y/N, the past month I couldn’t stop thinking about yer lips on mine, how I held ye tight when we slept, how I loved being inside ye and making love to ye. How I always want to spend time with ye. I mean it Y/N, I love ye.

We heard the others inside start counting down the countdown, 1984 was about to begin.

Okay, fer 1984, I want ye to be me girlfriend and I’ll start it by kissing ye.

Okay then 4…3…2…1…

And Noel crushed his lips on mine, deepening the kiss by letting his tongue dance with mine.

And when we separated, he looked at me, smiling like an idiot.

Happy new year Noely.

Happy new year, me lovely girlfriend.

And as soon as his sentence was over, the fireworks started lighting the sky, and we watched it, hand in hand.

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Now for something completely different! I’ve been working on an AU called Guardians (page is still a WIP) for months now and I’m finally ready to share a story from it. Please heed the tags and enjoy!

Rating: General

Relationships: Hobie/Therapy

Characters: Hobie Brown, Original Animal Character, Pavitr Prabhakar (mentioned), Gwen Stacy (mentioned), Miles Morales (mentioned).

Wordcount: 1,430

TW: Starvation, Homelessness

Tags: Alternative title: ‘Author tears up over hedgehogs,’ Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Animal Companions AU, Platonic/Familial relationship, Hobie Brown backstory, Set 2 years before he becomes Spider-Punk, Hobie needs a hug (and gets a very spiny one), it’s a lovely story I promise, Character study.

Summary: Hobie nodded in approval, speaking around his third slice in under as many minutes, “fuck capitalism, feed hedgehogs.”

Ruthless

The smog-choked air was still so frosty this time of year. Once vaguely warm, the battered, grease-stained box she was curled up upon now did nothing to ease the painful shivers running from her goose-bumped skin, all the way to the very tips of her all-encasing, banded spines. Still, she was grateful. It wasn’t the height of winter anymore, they’d made it out alive and this was the first spot of good luck they’d had in a while.

Cold or otherwise, that’s the wonderful thing about pizza, you could eat it regardless— well, if you didn’t mind the pineapple. They’d both eaten far worse, or not at all. Besides, his tastes changed like the wind—

Her ears pricked sharply at the sound of a shoe sole scraping against potholed concrete, clunky and uneven. Her nose twitched fearfully. She should’ve pulled the box further into the shadows of the alley.

Pulse racing, she curled up tighter, spines splayed until the bootprints stopped abruptly, drowned out by the distant honking, shouting, screaming of East London on a Friday night.

Then the wind changed, and all at once her panic immediately soothed into relief.

‘Ruth? You there?”

The massive pizza box slid across the wet pavement with her scrabbling claws as she zoomed towards the end of their hiding spot; a nostalgic pull tugging at her tiny heartstrings as she snuffled at the air. “Over ‘ere! Took you long enough, where the bloody hell you been?” She could almost feel the responding eyeroll as the flickering, looming shadow at the alley’s maw rounded the corner and Hobie Brown stumbled in — joy bubbled and fizzed from her brightly glowing chest and into a resounding chirp — empty handed. Ah.

"Foodbank was sold out when I got there. ‘S fine though, we’ll— I’ll jus-“

“Nono, gimmie a sec,” she croaked and shuffled back the way she’d scurried. The sogginess of the ground nearly proved too strong for her teeth as it sucked on the cardboard, but she managed to drag it just far enough to cut her young charge’s dejection short. “Ta-da! We’ve got ourselves a chicken-dinner! The crowd goes wild, n’ we have full bellies.” Her words were muffled, but from the relieved laugh he’d barked out it was clear he’d understood the gist.

“Oh my days, Ruth you’ve outdone yourself! Also, you should know, you look ridiculous. Never thought I’d see a hedgehog carrying a takeaway box that big, come ‘ere,” the box was lifted effortlessly up into the sky before the boy slumped down next to her. Hobie opened the box with the reverence of a present he’d been counting down the days for, and wolfed down the first slice like a dying man. Well, that…that wasn’t exactly far off. “Where’d you even get this? It’s huge! Could last us two days easy.” Ruth sniffed the food eagerly, climbing up and using his thigh to balance her front paws on so that she could get a better look. Hobie then passed Ruth her single slice so she sat down next to him and set to nibbling away at it. She was rather proud of herself that she’d held out long enough for her charge to have the first piece. Taking care of him was, after all, her entire reason for existing in the very literal, physical, cosmic sense.

“Stole it from a Spaceship Pizza delivery bike while the driver was havin’ a natter. She saw but apparently thought it was funny enough to fight the good fight with her boss.”

Hobie nodded in approval, speaking around his third slice in under as many minutes, “good girl, she gets it. Fuck capitalism, feed hedgehogs.”

“Mm, found your new motto then.”

“‘Course.”

The silence between them as they ate was comfortable, well lived in, homey. Ruth was munching away at a chunky strip of cheap, processed ham when her beady eyes locked onto the dip of Hobie’s hollow cheek as he grinned, and all of a sudden they were seven years old again. The worry wrinkles, far too premature for someone who’s only just turned fifteen forming on his forehead, his sharp edges and his first, shiny, new nose piecing he’d convinced a friend to give him for free we’re gone. "Do you remember we used to eat this in school? You hated pineapple. You don’t now.”

“Nah, I don’t believe in consistency. You of all people should know that.” His bordered edges shifted and his skin turned from grey newspaper clippings about threats of anarchist uprisings to a happy, relatable, empathetic pink. “You haven’t changed a bit. Just a big ol’ hoglet.”

Ruth looked at him aghast, squeaking in disapproval, spines puffing in defiance. “You’re havin’ a tin-bath.” The stripes on her spines and the glowing patch on her chest turned from a happy, relatable, empathetic pink to the grainy grey of tv static.

“Oh no, you still look like a pup to me. Jus’ with more spines. Hey, remember when I tried to count ‘em all again last week? Think I got to 561 this time.”

Ruth huffed. She had waaaay more spines than that. “I could say the same thing, you had all the grace of a toddler the way you nicked your finger. Thought you’d be used to my spines after all this time. Guess I’ll just be free of your cuddles an’ keep warm on my lonesome.”

“Woah, hey now, I’m only playin.’”

"’Course,” Ruth snorted and licked BBQ sauce off of her nose, then sighed wistfully, “blimey, I miss moments like this more than anythin’"

Hobie’s crooked smile waned and seemed to wobble a bit. Seven years old and they’d already been kicked out of their second orphanage. School gave them hot food served with kind, pitying smiles. Their new placement did neither. "Yeah…Y’know, this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable.”

“Pizza?”

Hobie’s laugh was small, humourless and tired, and Ruth felt a pang of something sharp in her chest that was anything but starvation.

“You. Company. Jus’ ‘avin someone who actually gives a damn about whether or not I live or die tomorrow. Can’t imagine what it’s like for those blokes n’ birds who ain’t got Guardians of their own anymore. Must be propper rough. I’ve heard that…sometimes, when it gets too hard, Guardians can just leave. Sever that bond from birth completely. It happened to ol’ loopy Louis on George Street, at least, that’s what he tells everyone. But I’ve seen others too, I’ve seen two different Guardians before just wandering around alone an’ feral. They looked so lost.”

Ruth suddenly felt sick. She couldn’t think of anything worse than loosing Hobie. She was supposed to take care of him. He was her best friend, her partner in crime, her reason to keep going through these first few years of surviving on the streets. He’d been through so much already for someone so young, he’s wise far beyond his barely 15 years and she wanted to cry. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“I know, I’m jus’ really grateful. You’re a stellar Guardian, Ruth.”

“Well, I don’t know about that” Her voice cracked and she abandoned her half-eaten pizza crust to climb up onto his thigh again, pushing down a couple of times with her front paws to signal that she wanted up. Hobie put down his own 5th slice and picked Ruth up by the armpits to perch her on his sight shoulder. She had to grip onto his thin winter jacket to avoid falling off, but she managed, laying her spines down flat to avoid hurting him. She glanced down to their food through teary eyes, then the pins adorning the jacket’s leather collar, the cheap, patched, fraying jumper underneath and the crochet hook poking out of his top pocket where he kept the bands he was using to try out something new. He’d wanted wicks for a while.

“I do. No one else would go outta their way to steal a pizza three times their size for me.”

“No one worth knowing.” Ruth sniffed wetly, and Hobie, with carefully practiced ease tilted his head and rested his cheek on her back. “One day, you’ll meet people who will do anything for you, Hobie, jus’ like me. People who’d- who’d stop busses an,’ an’ planes and trains for you. They’ll shout your name whenever they see you, and talk about you all the time when you ain’t there, ‘cause they’ll love you millions. You jus’ haven’t met ‘em yet. I know it.

You’ll see.”

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