#I am so not ready for Gen 10

[arabellaseraphim]

Time to forget about Pokemon Presents for the rest of today (until 9 pm in my place) so it can come faster

[atimebombarcarchive]

I fell up the stairs (we are who we are okay) so now I'm working on getting my shift covered because I probably sprained something and I definitely re-aggravated my knee injury so like we're doing so good but at least I can finally buckle down here.

[nnicknnelsonn]

Kit literally tops Hollywood Reporter list

Next Gen Talent 2024: The 10 Hottest Young Stars in Hollywood

From Netflix-turned-Broadway sensation Kit Connor to DC newcomer Aaron Pierre, meet the young stars climbing everyone’s call sheet.

Thank you for the tipoff @thegoldenretrieverandthegaynerd (X)

Kit Connor and Josh Rivera photographed November 11th at Broken Shaker in New York; Source: Hollywood Reporter (X)

1. Kit Connor

Connor is ready to break out beyond high school. He built his career as a child actor (see him as a young Elton John in Rocketman) before scoring the lead role in the high school rom-com series Heartstopper. This desire to graduate is part of what drew the Brit to Broadway, where he’s currently leading Romeo + Juliet with Rachel Zegler, bringing Shakespeare to the Gen Z masses. “It just felt ballsy,” Connor says. “It’s been what I’ve been trying to do with my career decisions recently, just try and do things that are a little bit more ballsy.” Connor, 20, isn’t sure if Heartstopper will return for a fourth season, but after the curtain goes down on his Broadway stint, he’ll start promoting his most adult role yet in Alex Garland’s A24 thriller Warfare. After that, he says, “I’d like to take a little break just so that I can kind of cleanse my mind and my palate, and then I’d like to do something completely different.” He adds, “I want to try and spend the next couple years just doing quite hard stuff so that I can try and force myself to get better.”

IF I WASN’T AN ACTOR I’D BE “I would first and foremost be a student due to my age. [My major] would probably be something like film studies, English or history, those are the subjects I found the most interesting in school because they were about people. I never did well with numbers. Still don’t.”

THE PERSON I AM DYING TO WORK WITH “I would love to work with Josh O’Connor. He and I are friendly, and every time I see him I think how I would love to see him at work.”

HOW I DECOMPRESS ON SET “I like my private time. On Warfare, we didn’t do that at all. Every night we did everything together and I wouldn’t have changed it at all. But a lot of time on jobs, I go home and just sit and listen to music.”

BEST ADVICE I’VE GOTTEN WORKING IN ENTERTAINMENT “Trusting the process. Quite a lot of my friends in the industry have given me that general advice.”

SONG OR ALBUM I HAVE ON REPEAT “David Bowie, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. I used to, at the beginning of the run of the play, I was listening to a lot of music that would try to hype me up because I wanted to have a load of energy going into the play but then I started re-listening to that album‚ “Rock and Roll Suicide”, “Five Years”, “Moonage Daydream” — that put me in a good mindset for [the play].”

THE MOVIE OR SERIES I AM OBSESSED WITH “The Sopranos. I started watching it when I got to [New York] because I thought Jersey is just around the corner.”

MOST HOLLYWOOD THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME “There is something pretty crazy about seeing your face on a billboard in any capacity.”

[oatmealdoodles]

I promise I’ll make Murder Drones art but let me get this out of my system

GUYS I AM READY TO MAKE THIS MOVIE MY WHOLE PERSONALITY

Going in I was a bit weary since I did in fact watch the original on broadway, and honestly, it didnt really click for me. Don’t get me wrong I LOVED the story and characters but I just never felt emerged, either due to the theater setting or its break-neck pacing. Luckily this movie works WAY better for me, and thats mostly due to them extending the runtime of act 1 to nearly double its length. We really get to breathe and be with these characters, and surprisingly I never once felt bored it was all so well made and paced.

The biggest concern I had though was that they were going to play down the charm of the original to make it “less broadway” and appeal to broader audiences. Mostly because I watched the new Mean Girls movie be so ashamed of being a musical that it got me worried for the whole genera. Luckily they didn’t they turned the campy charm up to 11, with full group choreography and some insanely creative set designs (Dancing Through Life). Like these are the EXACT VIBES I wanted from this movie.

One of my favorite parts of this movie is actually the production. Specifically the set design and filming, where they actual made almost all of the sets irl. They planted thousands of poppies just for the opening number, they actually made Munchkinland and Shiz, it’s all real. This movie also just looks great (ignoring some lighting) like the colors were POPING OFF the screen colorful especially in the beginning of “What is This Feeling” this movie is a visual treat. They really kept CGI to a minimum (obviously the animals but whatever) in order to pay homage to its theater roots. And it looks absolutely PHENOMINAL huge props to the team on that. Secondly they filmed the singing in direct, meaning no voice overs. And that weirdly didn't sound off at all the singing quality was amazing

that reminds me Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande were SO GOOD. They ate, they slayed, they Cooked, they every-other-gen-alpha-term-of-praise-I-can-think-of. Their casting just fits the roles so well with a 110% commitment coming from both of them. Cynthia’s Elpheba might actual be my favorite interpretation of the character I’ve seen. Also the part they added with the original actresses (Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth) interacting with the new ones was maybe the most fan-service thing in this whole movie and I was here for it I gasped in the theater along with my friends.

Like I can’t overstate enough how much I ENJOYED this movie (I guess an essay long Tumblr rant will do) theres just an infectious enthusiasm and passion radiating off the screen. It really feels like a movie made with love, like everyone making this wanted to make it.

I can’t recommend enough that you go watch it if your a fan of musicals or broadway you'll have a ball with this one. 9/10.

[decepti-thots]

FIC - down among the thorn - chapters 1 & 2 (of 6), taraprowl, rated T

Title: down among the thorn

Fandom: Transformers (IDW)

Rating: Teen (archive warning for one scene: graphic depictions of violence)

Wordcount: chapters one and two are ~3.8k. Whole fic will be 10-11k.

Characters: Mesothulas/Tarantulas, Prowl, (Senator) Shockwave, Chromedome, minor background cameos.

Relationships: developing Tarantulas/Prowl, past Prowl/Chromedome

Summary:

“Are you Prowl?” Mesothulas asked, dubious. He’d expected him to be at least a little shinier.

“You’re trespassing,” the mech pointed out. “I should be asking your name.”

“Ah!” Mesothulas perked up at the deflection. “You are, I think,” Mesothulas decided. “That’s a very classic fae reversal, if rather clunky."

aka: that taraprowl fae AU that I promised a good long while ago.

On AO3.

****

I have posted two chapters (of six) of my fully written (and now roughly 10-11k) fae AU fic. Chapters three and four will be up in a few days and are ready to go, and I am finishing final edits on five and six at the moment. (As in, literally this very second, hah.)

Some notes under the cut or at AO3, whichever you prefer.

This one has been on my harddrive for over a year now, completely written and 75% edited. Oops. I did mean to get it out sooner.

I originally wrote this for an event that didn't pan out, and then I took what was meant to be a short break from it. Then work went so tits up all year I was simply too tired and/or depressed to look at it very often! Ultimately, I've shaved it down quite a bit in the interim of poking at it, I think to its benefit overall in the end, and probably the extra time and distance was a good thing. Silver linings! And now here it is.

This is a fae AU that features (pre-)Taraprowl. (I have marked it as ship, but the relationship is more... ambiguously pre-romantic, let's call it. Even so, calling it gen felt disingenuous.) It originally spun off an idea for an AU that would have more closely been a kind of parody and reversal of Tam Lin, but while elements of that remain, it's much looser conceptually now. (I have nonetheless taken the title from the Anais Mitchell rendition.)

Not many content warnings in place for this one. One chapter coming up later will have one worth mentioning. AO3 has the details of that specific one under a spoiler tag.

I debated on whether to just post this all at once, but I still want to fiddle with the last chapter or two for a couple days, so I've posted the first two chapters here and will post three and four in a few days before finishing up; I'm currently deciding if this will be five or six chapters. We'll see! I'll let people know by the time the next couple chapters go up which to expect.

[kafus]

so my plan for this mew shiny hunt was to set up the shiny hunt in green with the early trainer fly glitch, and then play through jp red to do the old man glitch to dupe rare candies and also get a master ball for the fastest possible resets... and i did that. once i finished up the plot in pokemon tower i realized i could beeline for koga, then cinnabar, and then i could do the glitch... except i wasn't encountering any missingno on the shore. and then i googled it and found out that somehow i didn't know the old man glitch doesn't work in the original japanese versions!!

the missingno that give you a bazillion item dupes in slot 6 of your inventory still exist though, and it's possible to encounter any pokemon (including missingno) with the trainer fly glitch, so i checked and luckily i still had a viable long distance trainer to activate the glitch with. the plan was to do that and get a pokemon with the special stat i needed, have it copied by a wild ditto on route 14, and then bam, encounter the missingno. small issue: most of the missingno crash the game and the only stable ones i know about are the fossil looking ones, obtained with a special stat of 182/183. which is. a really high number

after a bit of brainstorming i went to the power plant for zapdos and caught it a few times until it had a high special stat, then spent pretty much all my life savings from being meticulous about fighting trainers on 10 calcium to boost its special further, and then i leveled it to level 55 with rare candies... level 56 wasn't enough, and level 57 overshot the 182-183 range i wanted, so i did have to grind a little bit of stat experience manually before candy-ing to level 56, but in the end it worked out (albeit consuming a lot more time than i expected)

doing this on hardware was very fun lol. after this i leveled my vaporeon with some of the rare candies and steamrolled through the few obligatory silph co fights to get the master ball too.

just realized i never explained how i was actually going to get the items into green. the only legitimate way to move items between gen 1 games is with the stadium games, which has extra item storage

i am ready for mew... but not now, i'm sleepy

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 6

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,454

Warnings- Some language. Drinking, dealing with a breakup. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Sorry for the last chapter, but you all had to know it was coming. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

Series Masterlist

Walking out of Jensen’s apartment building you hail a cab to take you to an airport hotel.  You manage to keep yourself together until you check in and close the hotel room door behind you. This weekend really couldn’t not have gone much worse.  You don’t bother changing out of your clothes before you collapse down on the bed in tears.

Back in his apartment, Jensen is pacing the floor and keeps looking at the door.  ‘What the hell just happened,’ he thinks to himself,  ‘there is no way things have really been as bad as she thinks.’ Grabbing the half full bottle of whiskey off the counter he takes it to the couch where he drops down in the corner spot.  By the time he passes out, the alcohol is much closer to the bottom of the bottle.

You aren’t able to get much sleep Sunday night and you get yourself over to the airport before 5 am.  Just in time to find out your flight has been delayed because of the incoming storms.  Sitting down in an empty area near the terminal, you pull your hat down further to help hide your face.  The black clouds and claps of thunder are very fitting of the current turbulence you feel in your heart.  

It is a few hours late, but the plane is finally ready to board.  With the layover in Atlanta, you should be arriving back in Texas around 3pm instead of 11:30am.  Maybe no one will notice you’re coming home too early then.  You aren’t really up to rehashing everything with Gen and Jared when you get back.  You didn’t think you would be able to, but you manage to sleep most of the way to Atlanta, making that flight feel much shorter.

Your family isn’t expecting you for a few more hours, so you take a cab back home instead of calling one of them to pick you up.  Thankfully, no one is home when you arrive.  A half an hour before your flight is supposed to land, you text Jared that you are back early, and have a ride home.  You’ve had a little bit of time now to try and make yourself presentable enough to face them, without giving anything away.

Jared and crew arrive home a short time later with some pizza, and you join them in the dining room.

“How was the trip?” your brother asks, around a mouthful of food.

“Okay.  Toronto’s a nice city.  Saw the aquarium, CN Tower, and did some shopping.”

“How’s Ackles? Is he ready to come home?”

“He’s okay, really busy.  I don’t know.  He seems to be having a good ole time up there,” you don’t notice the bitterness in your answer, but Jared and Gen do.

“Tom,” Gen turns to her son, “why don’t you go play in the living room?”

“Okay,” the little guy doesn’t take much persuading.

“How are you and Jensen?” she asks once Tom is gone.

“We’ve been better,” you answer vaguely.

“Did this trip help at all?”

“It’s made where we stand pretty clear.”

“That’s good right?” you brother questions.

“Where is that?” Comes from Gen.

You clean up your spot and set your plate in the dishwasher, on your way out of the kitchen you pause and turn to face them briefly.  “We broke up,” you announce before disappearing upstairs.  Before you shut the bedroom door you hear Gen yelling.

“Jared Tristen Padalecki put that phone down now!”

“I’m going to…”

“Do nothing to interfere in this.”

You aren’t surprised when there is a brief knock right before Jared enters the room.  He walks around the room for a moment before sitting down across from you on the bed.  “So what happened?”

“I was right, our relationship has run its course.”

“What did he do?”

“Jared, you know I love you, but I’m not letting you put yourself in the middle of this.  Some relationships just don’t work out.  Jensen’s life and mine just don’t fit together anymore.  He has a lot going on, and I just don’t have a place in his life.”

You see your brother clenching his jaw working over what you said, you continue before he can say anything.  “The two of you are best friends, what happened between him and I shouldn’t change that.  Please don’t let it.”

“I told him if he ever hurt you, I would kick his ass.”

“I believe that, but I’m asking you not to.  You also told a few of my exes that, and never followed up, don’t start now.”

“First time for everything,” he mumbles.

“I wish things didn’t turn out the way they did, I really do Jare.  I guess it’s better to realize it’s not going to work out now then before things go any further.”

“I don’t understand how this happened, I know Ackles was crazy about you.”

“Was, " is the keyword in that sentence.  Can you please just drop it?”

He comes over to give you a hug before leaving the room.  When he opens the door, Gen is standing on the other side.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t have to stop Jared from doing anything crazy,” she says as she walks in.

Jared gives her a kiss before he leaves and she joins you on the bed.  “Seriously, are you okay?  I know you won’t bring Jared in the middle of this.”

“No, this fucking sucks,”  you tell her as you start to cry again.  She moves next to you and wraps you in a big hug.

“I’m so sorry sweetie.  I’m here for whatever you need, let it all out.”

“I really thought he was my forever, ya know.”

“What happened this weekend?”

You go on to tell her all about your time in Toronto, ending with the breakup.  “I think a part of me is always going to be in love with him.  Right now, I can’t even think of seeing him again just knowing how hard it’s going to be.”

“It’s going to sting for a while, but you’re going to get through it.  You have friends and family that are going to be there for you to lean on.  You said it yourself, the way things have been lately, you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

The two of you sit together a little bit longer before she has to go deal with a shouting Tom.  You turn the television on to try and distract yourself before going to sleep.  Maybe Bones will help with that.

Up in Toronto, Jensen’s day hasn’t gone off much better.  He is awoken by the ringing of his phone.  Leaning up from the couch he makes the mistake of opening his eyes and the bright sunlight is not welcomed by his hangover.  Closing his eyes he tries reaching around for his phone before finally locating it.

“‘Lo,” he answers.

“Bloody hell, are you still in bed mate?” Karl asks on the other end.

“Never made it there, what’s up?”

“We were supposed to meet for breakfast ten minutes ago before going to work on this scene. Jack, Anthony and Erin are already here.  I take it you aren’t going to make it.”

“Fuck.”

“Think you might have already done that last night with your girl.”

Jensen lets out a dry laugh while holding his head. “I’ll meet you at the studio.”

Forcing himself from the couch, he makes his way to the kitchen for some water and pain pills.  Drowning those he attempts to get himself ready for the day.  Grabbing sunglasses and a hat before leaving the apartment he stops for a greasy fast food breakfast on his way to set.

He is the last one to arrive, everyone else is standing at the back of the room waiting for the choreographer in charge of this fight scene to finish getting ready.  Eric is off to the side going through notes with the director.

“Where’s your better half?  She comin around for a tour today?” Karl asks, looking around.

“She’s gone,” Jensen says lowly before taking a drink of his coffee. 

“I thought she said her flight was this afternoon?”

Jensen just shrugs.

Karl takes a minute and studies the man who has become a friend to him.  “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jensen walks over to a chair and sits down by himself waiting for things to start.

They have been given instructions for this scene yesterday and today,  some of it has even been demonstrated. They go through the first rehearsal, and there are some mistakes all around.  By the fourth time, it seems to be mostly Jensen who is struggling with it.  They call for a break and Karl takes him off to the side.

“I’m going to ask this one more time.  What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s a load of shit.  You’re fucking awful out there, and you smell like a damn brewery.”

Jensen sighs and turns away running a hand down his face before looking back to his friend. “Y/N left me last night.”

“To go back home?  We’ve got less than a month left of filming now, before long you’ll be back home with her.  Or hop a plane to go see her this weekend.  Pull it together, mate.”

Karl starts to turn back around, but the next sentence from Jensen stops him.  “No, she left me.  Said I was an asshole and she couldn’t take things anymore.  Or something like that.”

“I’m sorry.” 

Jensen just nods, “let’s try this again.” 

It takes a few more tries, but they all finally get it down the way Kripke and the director want it.   As they are all grabbing their things, Karl goes over to talk to Jensen, but Eric beats him to it.

“I heard what you said to Karl.  I think you and I need to talk.”

Jensen doesn’t say anything as he follows his boss and long time friend out of the room and to his own trailer.  Eric waits for him to open it up before following inside.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought you said you heard what I said to Karl?” Jensen retorts as he grabs two waters out of his fridge.

“I did, and I also talked to a very upset Y/N last night at the restaurant.”

“I’m sorry she bugged you to bring her along.”

“She didn’t, I ran into her in the elevator.  Why didn’t you bring her, or invite her along?”

“She isn't part of the cast.”

“I know this group and they include friends and significant others when they go out if someone is in town.  Have things really gotten that bad between the two of you?”

“That’s what she seems to believe.  I thought we were fine.  Things have been busy, I don’t see her much, but I didn’t think it was anywhere near as bad as she seems to.”

“You were putty in that girl's hands the first time you met.  Took you long enough to act on those feelings.  Watching you last night, today even.  I don’t think she is too far off from her claim.  Maybe this role is getting in your head a little bit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen questions him with a glare.

“Think about it.  You were actually so pissed off that I brought her along last night, you made her leave.  The guy she used to date, would have gotten up the moment he saw her, had his arm around her the whole night showing her off to his friends.  I’ve never known you to be upset at seeing her.”

Jensen doesn’t respond to that.

“I remember walking by you facetiming each other in between scenes if one of you wasn’t on set, even before you started dating.  I barely hear you talk about her now, let alone talking to her.”

“No phones on set policy here, remember.”

It’s Eric’s turn to roll his eyes.  “You’ve been a friend a long time, and I would hate to see you lose probably the best thing that has ever happened to you, because you are being an idiot.”

“She left me.”

“When you go home after filming wraps, and you have a chance to get your head out of your ass, you might want to buy some knee pads.”

“What for?”

“You’re going to have a lot of groveling to do.  Before she left, she asked me to keep an eye on you, she still cares about you.”  Having said his peace Eric walks out of the trailer.  

The door doesn’t stay shut for long, Karl is coming in next.  “So what happened?”

“Eric talked to Y/N last night, apparently he seems to see her side.”

Karl stares at Jensen before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “I mean what happened with you and your girl?  I was a little surprised she left the restaurant.”

“I told her she shouldn’t have made Eric bring her.”

“So you were just going to leave her home alone?”

“Why is everyone so caught up on that?  It was a cast get together.”

Karl holds up his hands.  “So she left because you made her go home?”

Jensen starts pacing his trailer.  “Why is that everyone’s hangup here?  Everything I do is for us, yet she can’t see that.  I work hard so that we can have a good life.  She says we never talk, that’s not true. Then she tells me she doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.  I don’t know what more she wants from me.  All I do is for her.”

Karl is quiet for a minute, “this about forgetting her birthday?”

“I didn’t forget, I just didn't realize it was June already. Besides, I made that up to her already.”

“I see, she seemed like a great girl.  Sorry, things didn’t work out for you two.  Do us all a favor tonight, we got some big scenes to film tomorrow, try and keep it sober.”  With that Karl makes his exit also.

Jensen throws his bottle of water across the trailer in frustration.  Grabbing his bag he heads out to the car to get out of here and back to the apartment where no one will give him any more shit tonight.

Despite Karl’s earlier remark, he pulls a beer out of the fridge as soon as he’s out of the shower, he finds himself in the bedroom staring at the picture of the two of you on his nightstand. ‘How the hell did we get to this point?’ he thinks to himself as he drowns the bottle and tips the picture down.  The sight of your smiling face hurts too much to see. 

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 7

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[i-donot-forget]

New Gen, ep 1 y 2

Finally I had time for a "little" review! I'm late but better late than never. Like many, I had my expectations and I can say that, apart from 1 point that concerns me and that I will mention later. I am pleasantly surprised with the final product.

Let's start at the beginning and I want to say that I really like that they give us a full context about Ysaline's life and her family from the very first moment, it helps me to connect with her, unlike Candy who in ep 20 I think we just meet her parents. And like Ysaline, I'm ready to make the same mistakes again and even worse (Why go for 1 boss? if you can go for 2 😏)

The animations, I don't want to leave out the animations, from the changes of expression of our character in each dialogue, to the, at first weird but then not so weird, "camera close-ups", I loved them. Thomas peeking out from the side of the screen or when a route approaches us in the moments of the dates, are an extra touch that helped me to get more into the story.

Regarding the routes and characters in general I want to say that I find them nice, it is a varied group in personalities which is what interests me the most and I want to discover who have their own groups and who are besties (the scene where they all run into Devon's office is awesome). Now with the routes, from second 1 I declared myself Jason and Thomas route, which I tried to follow but to my surprise, just following my instinct I ended up on Devon and Jason's routes…. (by the way the new Cassy/Nath) The personalities of the routes are well defined and, at least in my experience with Devon and Jason I felt "chemistry" that with the others I didn't (and that's ok, I'm not looking to fall in love with everyone).

Now talking about plots, I feel they have a lot to draw from, and although I know that showing the Cosy Bear Cafe event would be very difficult due to the personalization of each player, I don't deny that I would like to see it in NG. I don't mind that some arcs may be cliche, as long as they take risks as they have been doing in MCLLL, I want to see controversial and/or sensitive topics!

And finally… my ONLY complaint, and more than a complaint is a concern, is the issue of the points and not the PA's, no, not at all, I made a very quick calculation and it's fine. But the gems is another thing, 2 per day + 7 on the last day of the month gives us between 65 and 67, if they release 1 episode every 2 months, well that's perfect, you have 130-134 gems for the episode. What's the "but" then? I'm a sl@t and I like to have special moments with more than one route… in this case 2, if it is 1 additional scene per route and each one costs 120 gems, in an episode I would have 240… so I would have to wait DOUBLE to play an episode my way, to my taste… Is it unforgivable? Not at all, it's a detail in fact, but if someone would read this, they could lower it a little… just a little, maybe to 100 and I wouldn't feel so devastated ☹️

Other than that, and to close. New Gen was a positive surprise, you can see the love that is in the game, in terms of gameplay, graphics, animations, etc, etc. 100/10 nothing to say, excellent work. I TRUST that this quality that reflects the growth of Beemoov as a company and MCL as a franchise, will be seen in the plot, in the arcs and in the development of the routes, which after all, is the most important thing for the players.

So thanks for reading ❤️ and see you early tomorrow morning at the office…

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 13

Part 12

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Summary: Friday has arrived and the kids are coming over. How will it go? Some light smut if you squint.

A/N: This chapter is a FLUFFY one 🥰. Our lovebirds are establishing their home together 😁

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Friday came quickly and you were really excited. Jensen hadn’t seen his kids since you moved in and they were coming to spend some time with him and you. He was just as excited as you were because he missed them so much. Jensen was an incredible father and his kids adored him. You hoped you could fit in their lives too. His kids were amazing. Even though they were younger than your’s, you were so excited to be part of their lives. As Jensen made sure the house was ready you were going to run to the store to pick up some groceries. Including supplies to make cookies, treats and dinner. Jared, Gen and their kids were coming over tomorrow to hang out, bake and eat.

As you were getting ready to leave, Jensen’s phone rang. After the other night with the phone call fiasco you’ve been working hard at ignoring his phone. You heard him on the phone and could tell he was talking to his ex. He walked up to you and said “hey, she wants to talk to you.” You looked at him confused but took the phone. “Hello?” You said. “Hey, y/n. How are you doing? I just wanted to double check with you it’s okay the kiddos come over. I know you’re just getting settled and I don’t want to overwhelm you.” She said. You looked at Jensen a little puzzled but said “oh absolutely. I can’t wait for them to get here. I’ve got the house ready for them and the tree is waiting for them to help decorate.” You said enthusiastically. “Oh wow, okay. That’s awesome. I know they miss Jensen and have been looking forward to coming over.” She said excitedly. “He’s looking forward to seeing them too. Thank you for letting them stay for longer than the weekend. I promise they will get to school on time next week. What time are you thinking about coming over?” You asked. “In about 2 hours if that’s okay.” She said “That’s perfect. I’m on my way to the store but Jensen will be here. Hopefully I’m back before y’all arrive.” You told her. She said “that’s great, we’ll see you soon y/n.” “Yep, okay. Here’s Jensen back.” You said as you handed him the phone.

You smiled at him, kissed him on the lips and grabbed your stuff. He said his goodbyes and before you left he met you at the door. “Be careful sweetheart and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” He said as he placed a kiss on your lips. “Bye babe. They will be here in about 2 hours and I really want to be here when they get here.” You said as you walked out the door.

An hour and half later you were pulling in the driveway with your groceries. Jensen came out and helped carry bags inside. Once everything was put away you saw the time and the kids were expected in about 10 minutes. You quickly turned on the tree, the lights and music. Jensen chuckled as he watched you. “What’s so funny” you asked playfully hitting his arm. “You are, it’s adorable how you’re making things perfect for them. They already love you, y/n.” He said pulling you into a hug. “I just want them to know I am glad they are here and I want them to enjoy themselves.” You said snuggling into his chest. Just then the front door flung open and 3 very excited children came running in. They stopped in their tracks and took in the decorations with huge smiles on their faces. You and Jensen smiled and then they saw their dad. All the kids came running in and yelling “daddy we missed you”. Jensen fell to the ground being tackled saying “I missed you guys too.” You smiled at the sight. You never got tired of seeing him with his kids.

His ex walked in the door carrying bags and you ran over to help her. “Hey, y/n. Thanks! The kids kinda took off.” She said laughing. “Yeah, they saw dad and that was it” you laughed. “I’ll take these upstairs to their rooms.” You said grabbing the bags. She handed you the bags then walked further into the house. You went upstairs dropping the bags off in each room and made your way back downstairs. “You look good Jens, and the house looks incredible.” You heard her say. “Thanks, this is all y/n. I just put things where she asked.” He said back. “Wow, look at all the stockings. Um, Jensen there is one for me.” She said confused. “Yep, y/n insisted you have one here too. She said you’re family and you get a stocking.” He said smiling at her. You walked in the living room and she walked up to you and hugged you. “Thank you, y/n. When Jens told me he met someone I honestly was worried how co-parenting would be and if she would be open to our good relationship. Now I see I had nothing to worry about.” She said as she pulled away. You smiled and said “you will always be their mother and you are family. You will always be welcome here and I want the kids to understand I’m not nor will I ever replace you. I’m just someone else in their life to love and care for them.”

Jensen was standing watching both of you and he smiled. He couldn’t have been happier that you two were getting along. Even though they divorced he’s still friends with her and he wants you two to get along. Not just for the sake of the kids.

Jensen walked up to you and put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek. The kids were busy taking in the decorations and the three of you chatted for a few minutes before she said she had to leave. Giving the kids a hug and a kiss she hugged you and Jensen then left. “Well, that went good I think.” You said to Jensen. “Better than good. It was perfect, you were perfect. Thank you for being amazing. I love you.” He said pulling you in for a kiss. The kids all said “ewww” when they saw Jensen kiss you. Making you giggle. Jensen pulled away and asked “so who wants to decorate the tree” All three kids jumped up and down saying “we do”. You smiled and sat on the couch. You wanted to wait until the kids were comfortable with you helping before you got up. Jensen looked at you and mouthed “are you okay”. You nodded “yes” and smiled. He pulled out the tree decorations and the kids started pulling them out. His son walked over to you with an ornament in hand and said “Miss y/n can you help me hang this high. I don’t want the girls to touch it.” You smiled and said “of course I can buddy. Where do you want to put it.” You lifted him up and he hung it high on a branch. He wrapped his arms around your neck giving you a hug and said thank you. You smiled and looked up seeing Jensen watching the interaction with a smile. Pretty soon the girls were asking you for help and before too long it was time to put the topper on.

Jensen got his big ladder out and said “okay, whose turn is it to put the topper on?” The kids started whispering. You and Jensen laughed at their plotting. They all three turned and said “we want Miss y/n to do it.” You were shocked. Jensen chuckled and said “come on sweetheart, the kids have spoken.” Jensen handed you the topper and you slowly climbed the ladder. His youngest daughter asked “daddy aren’t you supposed to go up the ladder too?” Her eyes wide as she asked. Jensen chuckled and said “no baby, y/n is old enough I don’t need to help her.” “Ohhh” she said not taking her eyes off you. You put the topper on and climbed back down. His youngest daughter came up to you looking up at you with big eyes and put her arms up. You bent down and scooped her up. She hugged your neck and said “I’m glad you didn’t fall”. You looked at Jensen and smiled. You kissed her head and said “me too sweetie, thank you for watching out for me.”

You asked her if she wanted to get down and she shook her head no. So you walked over to the other two carrying her and all five of you admired the decorated tree. His oldest looked at all the stockings and asked Jensen who were they all for. He told her they all had one, we had one, their mom did and my kids. She turned around looking at me and said “mommy has a stocking here?” “Yes she does, she’s part of this family and everyone gets one.” She smiled and walked over to you hugging your waist. You went to sit down on the couch and all three kids climbed on making sure they were sitting right next to or on you. Jensen just laughed shaking his head. “Guess I’m being replaced” he said laughing. You called him over with your finger and said “never” as you kissed his lips.

All five of you snuggled on the couch watching some Christmas movies. Jensen told you he was going to start dinner while you and the kids continued watching the movie. “Do you need help baby?” You asked. “No, I’ve got it sweetheart. You keep snuggling.” He said smiling at you.

Once dinner was done all five of you sat at the table. You helped Jensen serve the kids and you both sat down. Laughter and chatter filled the room as you all ate. You looked around the table and up at Jensen who met your gaze smiling. You smiled back. This felt right and felt like home. When you all finished eating you and Jensen cleaned up the kitchen while the kids played. You could hear them laughing and playing and you chuckled to yourself. Once the kitchen was clean Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. He started kissing your neck making you giggle and squirm. “Jens, stop. That tickles.” You said laughing. “I know it does baby.” He whispered into your ear sending chills through your body.

You pulled away smirking at him as you walked into the living room. You sat on the couch watching the kids and Jensen’s son climbed into your lap. “Miss y/n, are you gonna have a sleepover with us.” He asked looking at you with wide eyes. “Yes baby, remember I live her now with daddy.” You said giving him a hug. “Good. I’m glad” he said snuggling into your lap more. Jensen put on Santa Claus is Coming to Town and the girls snuggled on either side of him while his son stayed in your lap. You looked at Jensen and the kids and couldn’t help but smile. He looked so peaceful surrounded by his babies. You heard a soft snore and looked down to see a beautiful little boy asleep on your lap. Jensen looked over and you pointed down. He looked and smiled. He grabbed his phone snapping a picture of you and his son. So you grabbed your’s and snapped a picture of him. You asked him for his photo and you sent him yours. It wasn’t too much longer before the girls were asleep too. Jensen carried them one by one to their room before coming back and sitting next to you. You laid your head on his shoulder and said “tonight was absolutely perfect. I love your kids and I love you.” “ I love you too, darlin” he said kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get ready for bed” he said getting up and holding his hand out to you.

Once in the room you snuggled close to him. His hands started roaming around your body as he peppered kisses down your neck. You started to giggle as he made his way down your body. You could feel your excitement build as Jensen started to run his hands under the waistband of your panties. You started to moan and move your hips as his fingers found your folds. You spread your legs more so he could gain better access. “Damn baby, you’re soaking wet” he said as his fingers slipped inside you. He started pumping his fingers inside you and you gripped the sheets with one hand and ran your fingers through his hair with the other and moaned.

Just as he was about to pull your panties off there was a soft knock at the door. Jensen sat up and groaned a little. You grabbed your shirt and he walked to the door. Standing in the hallway half asleep gripping a blanket was his son. Tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong buddy” Jensen asked bending down. “I had a bad dream” he said as tears fell from his eyes. You jumped up and walked over to him scooping him up. “Wanna talk about it buddy” you asked while holding him close. “The bad man came and took you away and daddy couldn’t find you.” He said softly crying. “Oh baby, I promise you if a bad man tried to take me I would fight and daddy would definitely come find me.” You said squeezing him tight. “She’s right little man. Daddy would do whatever he could to make sure all of you were safe” Jensen said rubbing his back. Looking up at you with sleepy tear filled eyes he said “okay. I love you Miss y/n.” You looked at Jensen and your heart swelled. “Oh I love you too sweetheart.” You said to him kissing the top of his little head. “Want to go back to your bed or stay in here with us tonight” you asked him. He snuggled closer and you chuckled. “Guess we have the answer” Jensen said.

You carried him over to the bed and laid him in between you and Jensen. At first he faced Jensen but then he turned over and snuggled close to you. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer. Jensen put his arm over you and kissed you. You smiled down at the little boy in your arms and up at his daddy. Jensen smiled at you and whispered “thank you, baby. I love you so much.” “You’re welcome Jens, I love you too.” You both slowly closed your eyes as soft snores filled the room. You drifted off to sleep and so did Jensen. Everything was perfect and your heart was so full.

[silversims]

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So. Shop talk time.

Crystal will be my first, last and only full Sims 4 story.

After struggling for...six months or so now with a proper scene by scene outline for Gen 1 (GEN 1! GEN-F'ING ONE!) for Blossom, starting over and over and over and over and--I have 18 drafts for this thing. Not even my million word plus fanfic has gotten that many drafts I don't--I can't even. But I don't say that to flex. I say this to explain that, after yet another failed drafting attempt didn't work, I had a long sit and think about if I even wanted to tell this story and the answer is...no. I don't. To be completely honest, I'm sick of the Sims 4 and how it plays, how unstable it is as more and more updates are released, and I say that as someone who pirated the damn thing and doesn't update until absolutely necessary. So when I say the thought of having to use it for another 6+ years was heavy...well, yeah, it was heavy.

And I do mean 6+ years. I started playing Gen 1 of Crystal in April 2019 (we don't count Gen 0, that was two days and on rails) and it is now August 2024. Five years later and we're not done with Gen 6! 7 is ready to go, sure, but I still have to play > cap > edit > post > write dialogue for Gens 8, 9, and 10*! At its current pace, Crystal has enough material to last into the early part of 2027. Add three more gens to that and we're looking, probably, at 2030 before it's done. That's a long time. 11 years for 11 gens and one AU (which we also don't count that was on rails too--). Blossom would have been 13 gens and a shorter prologue, so 13 years. That is too long. That is too heavy. As much as I adore some of the concepts I created, I can't have this...thing clinging on for that long. I can't. it does not spark joy, so it will be discarded. Crystal will be finished. I am currently retooling Gens 8 through 10 to incorporate my favorite ideas from Blossom into it, but this thing is over half done and I will not abandon it. After it's finished, this blog will be retired.

If anyone wants to take my sims up for download and use them in their own legacies, please please please please please do so freely!!! That's what I uploaded them for, and when Crystal is done they'll go up, too. *Gen 10, Silver? Yes, my friend. Gen 10. A nice round number...and a nice dramatic ending where we began. :3 You'll see.

[quinnswritingquill]

The Drug In Me Is You

Jason Todd x AFAB Reader

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CW: Slowburn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Light? BDSM, Blood Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Honestly Kinky in Gen., Reader has female gentile, Use of Y/N but not too much.

AN: This is pretty much of a what if Jason was a sugar daddy turned lover. I also posted this on Ao3 as well.

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Not everyone is built to handle the harsh world of Gotham. I mean fuck, I was raised in this hell bent city. I grew up surviving just barely over the poverty line. Lower income childhood meant cheap or in the box food for dinner. It meant thrifted clothes or cheap chain stores having sales and deals. Brands for show. School supplies, book ads, shoes, ect.

Nothing would prepare me for tipping my toe onto the world of rich men and wealthy women. Couldn't afford to attend college, not that it was the most important thing for me. But I needed to live on my own. Support myself. Somehow I managed to land a job as a waitress at a high-end restaurant near the wealthiest part of Gotham City. The hourly pay barely covers my rent. But the tips? Those help cover food, some to cover miscellaneous costs, and a little bit extra for savings incase of other crap. Still surviving. Barely but better.

No need for another job right now. It's been months since I started there. And I even have my own little studio apartment because of the job. Within a month of saving all the money I earned and money I previously saved. It's old and covered floor to ceiling with art pieces. Some older and some fairly more recent. I like looking at them. They bring life to this creepy old building.

Today I scrambled recklessly out of bed once my alarm clock started blasting. Turning it off I glanced at the time. Damn it's only 10 am, I still have about a few hours before my shift. I stretched out my sore muscles and walked to my small kitchen to make brunch. I grab out my lovely yogurt bowl and place it on the table along with the food I'm gonna scarf down. I mix my granola mix with some strawberry yogurt in the bowl. A quick meal before I get dressed for work.

By the time I finished eating, showering, dressing up, and cleaning up it's one o'clock. I check my work outfit just in case. We only had two choices that could be four different outfits at work. White or black button up, black slacks, or a knee length skirt. Obviously with tights tho. I picked a fuzzy off my black button up and straightened the pencil skirt. Finally I put my heels into my bag and slipped on my flats.

The restaurant was busy as usual. Honestly I wished for at least one day for us to be slow. But unfortunately rich people don't exactly give one shit. At least I think so. It's not something I would actually say, well to their faces.

My coworker Allison comes up to me as I swipe a card to finish paying my current table's bill.

" Hey Y/N? I just wanted to let you know I just sat three at table ten. The reservation is for Wayne." She said before patting my shoulder.

I smile, " Yeah okay, thanks Ally."

I go back and hand the receipt and card to my leaving table and head towards table ten. Three gorgeous looking men sit, chatting and laughing like they're not at a five star restaurant but at a diner by a public highschool. Weird beautiful men, but alright. I pull out my spiral notepad, pen in my right hand, ready for them to order.

" Hello there! You must be the Wayne reservation. I am your waitress this evening. My name is Y/N. Are gentlemen ready to order drinks?" I make sure to sweeten my words.

The three men stop talking. One with the shorr, but longer dark hair speaks, " Yes we are. We also know what we would like to order as well."

The man with the red hair and the man dawning the short black hair with a white streak also agree with the other gentleman. I jotted down the orders. I collect their menus and walk over to put in the orders so they get sent to the kitchen.

Once they finished eating, I walked over with the receipt and the card that belonged to the charming man with the long hair. I bid the men good day, leaving with the signed copy receipt. I opened the book to see the receipt and three sets of tips. Two were around a hundred in cash tips. The other was. What the hell? Five hundred dollars in cash?? The entire meal cost less than that! I stare blankly at the money before grabbing it out to place it in my wallet I use for my personal tips of the day.

Fuck it, I take it back. Only some rich people are douchebags. I finish my things up and head out to the back side of the building for a short smoke break before I take my lunch. I pull out my unopened cigarette pack from my bag and hit the bottom of the pack before unwrapping it. I grab out my FUCK OFF labeled lighter from the side pocket. I light it and take a long inhale of smoke.

" Got a light?" A voice asks.

I exhale and nod, " Yeah." And hand my lighter over, still not looking over.

He laughs, " Thanks, sweetheart. Did you like the tip? Thought you deserved more since you had to deal with my brother Dick and our friend Roy. They can be… Loud."

That's when I looked over like a deer in headlights, " Uh.. Ooh that was you? And yeah, thank you for the tip. But you do realize the entire check was less than that right? I'm not complaining, just curious."

He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth before taking a bit to talk, " Yeah, I know that, darling. But I like spoiling hard-working people. Money is money. I also know that this place gets more money than they pay their waiters and waitresses. I know that most of you survive with tips."

"Oh." I manage out.

I can't but stare at the sincere look on his face. His absolutely hot face. God I need to get a fucking grip. He finishes his cigarette and hands me back my lighter. I put the rest of my own cancer stick out as well before shoving my shit back into my bag.

His hands are in his pocket as he smiles at me.

"My name is Jason, by the way, sweetheart. What's yours?" His right hand extends towards me.

I take his hand to shake, " It's Y/N."

We shake hands but before I can pull away he already turned mine over and plants a light kiss on it. I just stared like a god damned weirdo so unsure of what was going on. Letting my hand go he shoves his own back into his pocket.

"Have a good night Y/N." And he walks away.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? My face is hot and I rush back inside to grab my lunch. I sit in the back of the locker room slash break room. Recounting the events only worsens my reddened face. I shovel my chicken caesar salad trying to refocus myself. Spoiler alert, that didn't fucking work. I look at the clock on the wall. An hour and I'm out of here. I can just forget pretty boy and move on. He's definitely just a flirt. Get over it Y/N.

Even when I got home, I can confidently say I didn't forget Jason. In actuality, all I did was think about him. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

[havikshoochiemama]

My Star Wars Acolyte rant >:(

This shit is not proofread LMAO it’s 5 am i’m mad leave me alone just me being the hater that i am 🤭

I originally wasn’t gonna talk about the Acolyte because clearly the show was just another emotionally immature shitty Disney cash grab with horribly written characters BUT DUDE i keep seeing ads and stuff on my tumblr NONSTOP and i’m actually sick of it .. most of you guys saw one Tumblr Sexyman and just went ham with that…We as a fandom need to stand up because Disney doesn’t care about star wars imma keep it a buck they just want to make their next mcu and they just greenlighting anything at this point

“oh but i like Andor” yeah that’s like what ever 10 shows they make they make one good one that’s not good 😭… anyways like i was saying they are literally pulling shit out their ass they are getting shit from the star wars legends ���that’s it’s own universe and putting it in…like excuse me ??? those books don’t follow the events of the movie so why would your show that allegedly takes place before the movies (I said allegedly because writers can’t even get characters ages right ) also i’m talking about that bs w the helmet that stops lightsabers… apparently it’s called cortosis from legends never once mentioned in any of the movies (i’m not watching them live action shows idgaf i like SOME of the animated ones) but they use it as a Mcguffin when they want bc they never built on this they just stole it from legends LMAOAA you just can’t do that  i’m literally about to pop a blood vessel 😭 i’m not watching that show again but let me critique the shit i do remember… also the “Gayest Star Wars we ever made” KEEP MY PEOPLE OUT YOUR SHITTY WORK !!! but after that man who’s to edgy for a name killed all her friends she “loved” she’s sees his face and is like wow 😍 literally thinkin with her pussy very hetro of you 💀 gah this show just pisses me off star war at its heart is a fuckin space opera and i dont think disney understands that. i literally fell in love with star wars back when i played battlefront and watched all the movies read as many comics and books as i could get my hands on and seeing something you love become something you hate is fuckin sick and crazy it’s started with me from the force awakens that movie is horrible you bitches say pretty graphics and said oh good movie 😍 NO NO it literally was just a new Hope setting everything that luke did back making him basically useless LMAO and they butchered the old characters to help the new ones which are really not that great 💀 i’m still mad that them used Finn as a token black person 😐 i could rewrite the force awakens better same characters and all and yk actually do something better (joking i would if Disney paid me to)LMAO also i hate kylo ren don’t get me wrong i love my cry baby tantrum throwing villains but he’s nawt it LMAO i’m sorry this is a rant about the shitty show YALL NOT READY FOR ME TO SPEAK ON THE FORCE AWAKENS 😭

yeah i hate that show i literally don’t wanna talk about it anymore heart emoji 😝 remember when people said the Phantom Menace was bad yeah…  at least it have character development atleast it had good world building atleast the universe was establish and yk i liked it but the prequel’s have always been my favorite clone wars literally came out on my birth year >:3 it was made for me 🤭 but i’m just a whore for world building and lore yeah… umm idk to me start wats ended with the return of the Jedi 🗣️

dont @ me idc this is my opinion and if you want to continue meat riding corporate greed that literally is ruining my fave franchise pop off if you liked the show i don’t care good for you (your def new gen star wars fan)

also Darth Plagueis ?? LMAO WHAT they just doing anything i see and why where all the jedis fuckin morons … okay ? and your main character sucked you don’t get the satisfaction of character arcs like “her joining the dark side” if there was no character building to begin with like ? it not to late Disney just burn it get it over with. Also it’s all so Fuckin boring LMAO also i can talk shit about character development and arcs all i want bc i’m writing my own novel and i’ve did a lot of research even tho this whole rant is a mess it’s 5 in the morning give ur girl a break i just really like my silly space movie okay 🥹 i literally spent a band on the Star Wars encyclopedia leave me alone

Um if you wanna argue my comments are open <3 i love arguing i’m somewhat of a scorpio myself

[vi-sigoth]

I'm exiting Christianity, but when I look at Paganism, I see so much of it is tainted by leftist morons and Wiccans? How do you bypass all of that and find authentic Paganism?

Disclaimer for all of my Christian mutuals: please understand this is not a personal attack, but this is my deep, true belief on this matter.

Well anon, congratulations on what will probably be one of the most difficult, but joyful, journeys of your life. You’ve already got the first step down, which is a major accomplishment: you’ve recognized that there is a lot of bullshit and misinformation around paganism. It’s a beautiful mosaic covered in grime and thorny, ugly, vines. So get ready for your hands to get dirty, and get ready to bleed. One of the great tragedies of paganism is that, despite what some think, the line hasn’t been broken, but it’s been heavily damaged and beaten almost beyond recognition. So my personal advice to you is:

1. Do not trust anyone that claims that paganism is a free-for-all, open religion.

Paganism is an ancestral religion. In fact, I was speaking to a friend about this a couple days ago, your ancestors probably didn’t really have the terms “religion” and “atheism” or “atheist” in their lexicon. Your ancestral gods are your progenitors. Are you alive? Is there warm blood in your veins? Then your gods are also alive too. To quote my friend “atheism only works if your gods are a separate, non-tangible thing. You cannot believe in your ancestry and blood. You can see it and feel it. It’s material.” Your ancestors, the spirits of the land and of the waters, the gods, are there whether you acknowledge it or not.

The problem with leftist “pagans” is that they come over from Christianity, but they still keep a Christian mindset, which is that, they believe that all the gods are for everyone. One of the most fundamental differences between Christianity and European paganism is that to accept Christianity means that you accept that Jesus Christ is for everyone. A Christian Norwegian, a Christian Irishman, a Christian Native American, a Christian Korean and a Christian Ethiopian are brothers in Christ. But a Christian Norwegian and a pagan Norwegian are no longer brothers according to Christianity. If you are a Christian convert, your pagan mother and father are sinners that will go to hell. You will not find them in the afterlife. In fact, it might even be your duty to separate yourself from them, from your entire family, if they refuse to accept Christ.

“Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.” - Matthew 10:34-37 KJ

I, as a pagan, do not abide by this. Your ties to your family, your gens, your tribe of people are the MOST important thing you have on this Earth. Our ancestral gods do not tell us to eschew our own family for them. Remember this any time you have doubts. Christianity does not originate in Europe. I don’t know how to stress this enough. It is anti-European. The more you learn about it, the more you will see that.

(And going along in this vein, does that mean a Christian Englishman should let his daughter marry a Christian African over a pagan Englishman? Ponder that one.)

So how do leftist pagans fit in with this? Well, they think that the entire, giant pantheon of European gods are a free-for all. They aren’t. If you are Germanic, you worship Germanic gods. If you are Slavic, you worship Slavic gods. Wiccanism (which deserves its own separate post) cherry-picked from Celtic, Norse, Near-East/Babylonian and Greco-Roman paganism, then splashed all that with Thelema and Khabbalah, and anyone can join. TRUE paganism is a closed religion. Odin is the progenitor of all Germanic people. If you have no Germanic blood, you don’t belong to him. So why would you worship him? It’s a whole other separate post, but it goes back to the leftist mindset that everything should be for everyone all the time. It’s RACIST to say that a quirky black girl in the US can’t worship Odin! But how so? I believe everyone has the right, and should, worship their own ancestral gods.

2. Do not trust monists, do not trust people that argue that European paganism should all be smushed together into a few archetypal figures and worshipped that way. The gods are real, they are not archetypes or representatives of something.

Yes, this is a thing that’s actually happening, and it’s probably going to be the first real schism of the pagan world.

3. Do not trust anyone that tells you that paganism is an OwO so soft and kind and gentle, non-judgmental way of life, as opposed to big meanyhead Christianity with all their hard rules!!! 👿. You might or might not know that Tacitus wrote of the Germanic tribes he observed that some criminals were punished by hanging, whereas some crimes (sodomy, for instance) were so disgusting that they were punished by bog drowning. Pagans absolutely had standards of upright, moral behavior long before they had interactions with Abrahamic religions. Just because there might not be an official written, surviving codification of those rules doesn’t mean they didn’t exist. This is unfortunately something you run into with pre-Christian Europe: oral tradition was often disrupted, therefore, modern pagans have no direct way to obtain it. And don’t think for a second either that illiterate = stupid. Druids had to undergo YEARS of training in religion, history, herblore/medicine, and law memorization, probably much more than the modern man could muster, before they were allowed to practice.

4. Most of all, do not listen to anyone who tells you that you MUST follow this religion or that. You CANNOT leave church, you MUST be a Baptist and not any other kind of Christian, you MUST be a Muslim, you MUST be a pagan. Only you and the gods alone know the yearnings of your own heart. Spend time thinking about why you want to leave Christianity, go on walks, pray and meditate, journal about it. Ask yourself what specific things you have problems with, and explore those. You would be shocked how well writing your thoughts down can help you think and articulate those thoughts to yourself and others.

Now, as to good sources that aren’t tainted by Wiccanism, I recommend going straight to the fonts: Read the best translations of myths and sagas you can find. read as unbiased academic papers on history and myth as you can. I highly recommend Telegram for fantastic discussions that really delve into paganism. I can make a separate post detailing all of the channels that I follow. I like Telegram quite a bit because I find that the pages I follow cite their sources pretty diligently, which means you can go and read the source for yourself. If you’d like to remain anonymous, send me another anon and I’ll post the Telegram list, if you’re comfortable messaging me, I can message you that list, and give you some better ideas of specific texts to read if I know which branches of European paganism you’re wanting to explore.

5. If you see a blog that talks about “working with” a god rather than worshipping them, block on site.

6. You know what, just block all Wiccans. Fuck them.

Remember that you are not alone. What you feel, I suspect, is shared by many Westerners, who feel in their blood the secret wild yearning to return to the ways of their ancestors. They might not know that’s what it is. What that nearly ungraspable thing inside them calls for, but I think if more people were made aware that there’s another thing out there, not Christianity, not atheism, not Islam, but another, half-hidden, secret thing, they might be able to give a name to their longing.

Good luck, sorry for the very long reply. And welcome home.

[shysideho]

fortnite servers are still down so i'm gonna share my opinion about these battle pass greek mythology skins cause they suck

ZEUS: this is the best one out of the battle pass so get ready. classic zeus look except this is just a 20 year old with gray hair. fortnite doesnt know how to make old (using that term liberally) or fat people.

POSEIDON: dude this one sucks. i know it's a kids game and there needs to be a meme character but i feel like they massacred my boy. i guess they thought any other design would be too zeus adjacent but i feel like they couldve leaned in more with a fish-man? idk

APHRODITE: new age gen z aphrodite. again just a 19 yo with gray hair. artist renditions of her are always just whatever is sexy at the time, so i guess this is hot for 14 year olds. her clothing is egregious why tf are there 2 belts.

HADES: gas mask? i like the gold crown but the gas mask really throws off the whole vibe. i am glad they didnt go the devil route like a lot of art takes. they do have it correct with him being god of the underworld and not death itself.

ARTEMIS: tbh artist renditions of artemis are so wildly diverse i can't be that upset with this one. the galaxy hair and aesthetic is very 2012. it moves btw its not a solitary design.

MEDUSA: BRO YOU HAD TO GO AND PICK LIKE THE ONE COLOR THAT SNAKES ARENT. YES THERE ARE BLUE AND PURPLE SNAKES OUT THERE BUT THESE MOFOS ARE DYED. YOU COULDVE DONE A SMOOTH GREENSNAKE AND HAVE IT LOOK BETTER. also why yo titties out, the shirt design confuses me.

CERBERUS: furry bait shouldve been the minotaur 0/10 cant even tell he has 3 heads. also not a humanoid. no justice for minotaur ever i guess.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part seven) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, self-depreciation, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), The Quarry (the game) spoilers, cursing, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: Felt single writing this shit, fair warning. Y'all heard of Uhaul lesbians ??? Well, get ready for this, my friends !!! Enjoy :))]]

"Hey motherfuckers," Richie grinned, clapping his hands, "-Sorry about the wait, but we are back into The Quarry today."

The chat was filled with lots of different emojis, mostly excitement. Richie took it as a good sign, grinning wide. Maybe a little too wide, it was probably the biggest he'd ever grinned on stream. To be fair, he'd had a very good few days. Great days even-

reddy.bevvy donated $10: earth to richie can you hear me

"Shit," he cursed, "-fuck, sorry. I zoned out."

toziers-trash: guys does anyone think he's like strangely happy

girlie-pops: ✨️ adhd tingz ✨️

elite._.gamer: the Quarry again ?

trashmouth-for-me: @/toziers-trash that's kind of fucked up to say

younganddumb: adhd king I feel so seen

dizknees: I'm feeling an absence of Eddie in this chili's tonight

wait_weight87: yooooo this game is so good

too.tough.to.cry: seen this game before so hype to see trashmouth ruin it

genuine._.disappointment: @/dizknees no 🍝 :(

trashy.tozier: @/toziers-trash @/trashmouth-for-me no no I see the vision

big.bill: good choice rich

"Thank you, Billy," Richie grinned, dramatically placing a hand on his heart, before adding, "-you should thank chat though, they suggested it."

There was a slew of 'you're welcome's in the chat, and Richie watched them go by. He waited a few seconds trying pick out some messages.

"'Are you gonna go the villain route?' Okay, so, I was. Burning flames, everyone dead, etcetera, etcetera, but-" Richie leveled a look at the camera, "-chat told me there were gays. And then, I met the gays. And killing Dylan would in essence be killing myself. So-"

trashy.tozier: no ur right u r so dylan coded

elite._.gamer: so a good run then ?

girlie-pops: dylan = richie

dizknees: secret nerd who is gay meet secret nerd who is also gay

babey_boy: but do u ship them 👀

girls.girl: personally I'm more into emma and abby

hog-inthebog: how do u feel about laura and max tho

toziers-trash: @/dizknees now kiss

the.losers.are.better: ryan is bi put respect on the name 😤

trashmouth-for-me: no u and dylan are carbon copies what

tozier_babeyyy: there's some jacob in u don't lie

thuh-quarry: my fav is abby

trashy.tozier: @/tozier.babeyyy no u r so right he's a healthy mix

"Is Ryan the other one? The quiet guy? I know Dylan because he's fucking obvious," Richie commented, before switching into a southern accent, "-And I can say that because I am a full-blooded homosexual-"

Honk, honk.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $10: what the fuck did you just call yourself ?

"Eds!" Richie chimed, as happy as he always was (or maybe just a lil more, he'd never tell), "-And I said, that I'm-"

mike.me.up donated $1: no need to repeat yourself rich

"Okay, okay," he laughed, pretending to bow slightly, "-the beep beeps have been respected."

toziers-trash: EDDIEEEE

trashmouth-for-me: 🍝🍝🍝

trashy.tozier: EDDIE 🍝🍝🍝

dizknees: the king has arrived 🍝

girlie-pops: 🍝🍝🍝

genuine._.disappointment: yes 🍝 :)

the.losers.are.better: @/dizknees is Richie not the king ?

reddy.bevvy: 🍝🍝🍝

dizknees: @/the.losers.are.better there can be two kings have you ever heard of gay people

trashy.tozier: BEVVVV ??

tilt_my_towers87: 🍝🍝🍝

trashmouth-for-me: reddy.bevvy eddie.kaspbrak collab when

babey_boy: 🍝🍝🍝

genuine._.disappointment: @/trashmouth-for-me Eddie stream reveal ???

the.losers.are.better: @/dizknees AHJZHASNJSJH

peanutbutter-butterpops: the quarry is elite

Richie laughed, eyes flashing over his chat (they seemed to be as into him as he was), "Spaghetti, you're stealing my stream."

eddie.kaspbrak donated $10: maybe it's because you're doing jackshit

Richie laughed even harder, before shaking it off, "Alright, motherfuckers, Eds says let's get a move on. So let's start this shit."

They went through the motions, they had just introduced the premise and most of the characters at this point (he had no fucking clue what was going on with Laura and Max), and Richie was completely on edge waiting for the twist. There was always some evil, or some shit.

"Are we playing Truth or fucking Dare right now?"

They were, in fact.

Richie laughed at the situation, before faltering.

"Wait," he spoke, suddenly, "-it's not subtextual gay shit, it's real gay shit? I can kiss Dylan?"

elite._.gamer: they're much better together anyway

trashy.tozier: oh my sweet summer child

thuh-quarry: him and ryan def trauma bond through this

trashmouth-for-me: queerbaited one too many times ✋️😔

babey_boy: the girl doesn't even look that into it tbh

reddy.bevvy: @/eddie.kaspbrak check ur dms

peanutbutter-butterpops: @/babey_boy that's because she isn't

toziers-trash: @/reddy.bevvy WHATTTT

tozier_babeyyy: WAITTTT BEV AND EDDIE COLLAB WHEN

too.tough.to.cry: gay gay gay gay

genuine._.disappointment: new loser reveal 👀

eddie.kaspbrak: @/reddy.bevvy 👍

dizknees: @/reddy.bevvy @/eddie.kaspbrak what the fuck ???

Richie smiled a little, trying to chase it down (he was so fucked about Eddie, he was done for), eyes settling back on the screen, and promptly kissing Dylan. Obviously.

"Why are straight people so messy?" He chimed after a moment, watching a character (Abby, he gathered) run off into the woods, "-Like I know she was trying to show Jacob they're through or whatever, but fuck, man. That's your best friend's guy."

And then it all pretty quickly went to shit.

Richie, although he tried to prepare for it, was not entirely ready for it. He spent the rest of the stream asking chat what was going on, and somehow, they all formed an allegiance not to spoil it. When he was literally asking for it, which was kinda fucked. But it's his fans, so what can he say?

"Fuck, guys," he spoke, frantic later in the game, "-fuck, it's Dylan guys! He got fucking bit, what the fuck do I do? How do I save him?"

His eyes flashed to chat.

"I have to cut off his fucking hand?!"

It was a good fucking stream, he knows that much. And he really enjoyed himself, and got his heart pumping in his chest (for more reasons than one, wink-wink). It was a surprisingly fun game, and a lot more fucking nerve-wracking when you actually gave a fuck about the characters. He should probably do that more often-

He was in the kitchen now, phone laid on the counter as he made him a sandwich (with whatever the fuck he had in his fridge). Fingers dusting over cabinets, he debated exactly what he wanted and if it even actually mattered. He just kind of wanted to eat-

Ding.

It was embarrassing how fast he ran over to pick up his phone.

reddy.bevvy ✔️ has added you to 'the losers club 2.0'

Richie frowned for a moment, clicking through, they already had a groupchat. It wasn't used all the time, they mostly just used discord, honestly but still. It existed.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

bev ? what is this ?

reddy.bevvy ✔️

a new groupchat

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

we already have one ?

stan.the.man ✔️

Hate to say this but Richie's right.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

wow staniel, right where it hurts 😔

reddy.bevvy ✔️

shut up and let me do something

mike.me.up ✔️

you guys are in troubleee

Before Richie could type out a response to that, right in the chat, a message popped up.

reddy.bevvy ✔️ added e.kaspbrak

Richie blinked once and then twice, something twisting in his stomach. He was excited but at the same time, he really fucking hoped Bev had talked to Eddie about this beforehand. Richie didn't want him to be shoved in situations that would make him uncomfortable-

reddy.bevvy ✔️

everyone meet Eddie !!!

benny.boy.official ✔️

hi eddie !!! hope you're doing okay

mike.me.up ✔️

hey Eddie !!

stan.the.man ✔️

Richie's Eddie?

Richie blinked at the message, and debated typing out a few different things. Like maybe 'I wish' or 'yeah, eds from my chat' or maybe he could just leave the groupchat in like total-

e.kaspbrak

Yes, I'm Richie's Eddie.

Richie grinned and felt his heart flip in his chest. My Eddie. It made something zing down his spine, and reminded him of that photo of Eddie smiling with the scrunched-up nose-

big.bill ✔️

I feel like I'm missing something

Who is Eddie?

Huh, did he never hear any of this? Did nobody tell him? Bill was super oblivious though, honestly, so he could've been told and not understood it for what it was.

stan.the.man ✔️

Have you really not heard anything?

Like at all?

big.bill ✔️

What, are you and Richie dating or something?

Is this like meeting the parents?

Richie again had a few things flutter through his mind, an assortment of answers. Some mortifying and some more acceptable. Some putting literally himself on the line, others a little insulting honestly-

e.kaspbrak

Not yet.

God, he had the instinct to just twirl like he was seven and trying to be a ballerina. Or maybe like he had a pretty, wispy skirt on and it would flow prettily in the wind as he spun. He really debated asking Bev for one, because that sounded fucking sick as hell. He could wear a little sunhat, and make his hair actually look good, maybe Eddie could help with that actually. He knew all that medical shit, right, so he should be able to-

mike.me.up ✔️

I think you killed him.

stan.the.man ✔️

No, he's still reading messages.

He's probably just taking in the fact that someone actively wants to date him.

big.bill ✔️

He does collectively date assholes.

Richie rolled his eyes, and typing with a breath.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

okay enough of the let's bully Richie train guys

e kaspbrak

It's not bullying if it is factual, dipshit.

Richie laughed, tipping his head back a second. He felt a little like he couldn't stop smiling. Maybe ever.

stan.the.man ✔️

I like you, Eddie.

Maybe you'll finally knock some sense into Richie's big ass head.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I will leave this gc guys

e.kaspbrak

No, you won't.

Yeah, his mind chimed, as he smiled too big (or maybe just right), no I won't.

It was like a week later, and the whole groupchat thing was going really well. After confirming with Eddie that he had, in fact, wanted to be in it, everyone really seemed to meld together. Richie was pretty much floating on cloud nine, he loved his fucking friends and Eddie was getting along with them. That was like dream fucking scenario for him. So, yeah, life was pretty fucking great, actually.

Now though, Richie was just wandering around his apartment, fidgeting with figurines, bored as hell. Eddie was at work, or else he'd be bothering the fuck out of him. Poking and prodding unlike anyone else. He had no limits with Eds, mostly because he physically told him he liked him. He enjoyed his fucking presence. Which was a first for one Richie Tozier.

He was gonna milk the shit out of it.

He groaned, throwing himself back into one of his beanbag chairs (he almost ate shit actually, but no one was there to see it). He stared up at his ceiling for a few moments, just eyeing different patterns -he tried to trace a few things. Shapes and patterns and sometimes a face, and freckles, and a cheesy big ass smile-

God, he was so fucked. So gay, so very gay.

He likes you too, Richie reassured, he told you that. And you believe him.

He pursed his lips for a second and blew out a raspberry. His hand was splayed along his chest, he tapped his fingers to an imaginary beat. Or maybe it was Brittney Spears, actually-

And then, he had a stray thought. Would he video chat? If I asked, would he say yes?

Richie thought about it for a second, letting the thought mull over in his mind. To be honest, he'd really only let Eddie choose the pace. And that was fine, it kinda felt right. Richie didn't want to overstep either, honestly, so it kinda worked out that way. Everything they do actually kinda fit, it was fucking really weird. And also very fucking awesome. He felt oddly in place, like he fucking belonged there.

Eddie was just... how could he even describe it? Well, obviously, his favorite person-

His phone rang with the same sort of melodic chime as last time, and Richie felt it vibrate against his chest.

Once again, it was very embarrassing how quickly he flipped his screen to himself.

e.kaspbrak is calling

Richie furrowed his eyebrows for just a second, before answering. Was he not at work? Did he leave early? Was everything okay?

He answered anyway.

The first thing he heard was rushed steps and the buzz of crowds. He even thought he heard some cars honking, it sounded like... well, it sounded like the streets of New York.

"Eds?" Richie questioned, concerned, "-Are you okay?"

It took a second, the cars still filling his ears. Richie nearly booked a flight right then, he was so fucking worried.

"Eds? Seriously, you're freaking me out-"

"I quit my fucking job," Eddie snapped out, big huffs of breath.

Richie paused, taking that information in, "What?"

"It was that same fucking coworker," he continued, ranting, "-she wouldn't fucking leave me alone, so I told her I was talking to someone-"

Richie's brain flatlined for a second. Right.

"-and she threw a customer's order on me! Burning hot fucking coffee, and then, my manager fucking got onto me-"

"Eds, breathe-"

"-And I just have had enough of this shit, I hate New York, I hate my job-"

"Eds-"

"-and I just fucking quit. I quit, Richie."

"Eds," Richie spoke, calmly, "-breathe."

He heard the crash of his breaths through the phone, he couldn't tell if it was frustration or panic. It was maybe both. No, definitely both.

"Fuck, Richie," Eddie said suddenly, much more frantic, "-I just quit-"

"Eds, seriously, calm down," Richie spoke louder, "-You're gonna be fine. You said you hated it anyway-"

"Richie," Eddie breathed out, "-I have to pay rent. I have to survive-"

He said it before he could stop himself, "Just come to California."

There was a breath, and Richie almost just hung up out of embarrassment. God, he really needed to get a hold of himself. Richie had to get control of that, seriously. It was such a fucking problem-

Eddie spoke, suddenly much more calm (mostly disbelief), "What?"

"What?" Richie repeated. Hoping whatever God above didn't hate him.

"What did you just say?"

"Me?" Richie asked, blankly.

"Fucking obviously you, dickweed," Eddie stressed, somewhat frustrated, "-What did you say?"

"I said," Richie cleared his throat, stating awkwardly, "-you can just come to California... If you, If you want to-"

Eddie interrupted, "Seriously?"

"I, uh," Richie swallowed, he didn't know what was wrong to say here, "-Yeah."

"Really?" Eddie asked in a tone he couldn't quite read. (Was this bad or good? He had no fucking clue.)

"Yeah, Eds," he spoke -carefully, "-I have an apartment, and I stream and stuff so... you don't have to worry about money. Until you get back on your feet, I mean. I don't... I can help after too but I didn't think... It's not that I won't pay for your living, but I just figured-"

"Richie," Eddie leveled, "-shut the fuck up."

Richie muttered out sheepishly, "Yeah, okay."

"Are you-" Eddie continued, "-Are you seriously offering? For me to come to California with you?"

"Well, Bev has an apartment too," Richie responded, deflecting, "-if that makes you uncomfortable, she probably has an extra bedroom actually-"

"If I'm going to go to California, I'm living with you, moron. Obviously."

Richie's brain flatlined again (his heart beating so fast he felt like it should shoot out of his chest like in those cartoons), and he thought for a second he might just die here, in a beanbag chair. Surrounded by his shit, and on the phone with Eddie. That might actually be a pretty good way to die. Fucking focus, Richie. You have to respond-

"Okay," he replied, blankly (awkwardly even).

"So?" Eddie pushed.

"So what?"

"God, are you even fucking listening to me?" He asked, but Richie could tell it was rhetorical, "-Are you seriously offering me to come to California?"

"Yeah, of course, Eds," Richie chimed, instinctively.

The phone was silent for a few seconds, and Richie swore he could physically hear his heart beating. Pounding actually, like he'd just run a mile. Maybe 10. It made him wonder if Eddie could hear it. The whole situation settled on his shoulders.

You haven't even videochatted, and you offer him to live with you? God, you are so fucking stupid-

"Three months," Eddie suddenly spoke.

Richie pursed his lips for a second, confused, "What?"

"I've got three months left of like... rent that I paid," Eddie clarified.

"Oh-kay," Richie commented, "-and what exactly are you trying to say here, Eds?"

"I can leave," Eddie continued, "-after... after three months I can leave."

Richie's heart skipped a beat.

"Because I'm not wasting fucking money," Eddie added -abruptly, "-not even for you."

Richie choked out a laugh (and decidedly ignored that last part). Eddie did that a lot, actually, made Richie laugh. He kind of felt like Eddie was the funniest person on the planet sometimes. Though, he might be a little biased.

"I get it, Eds," Richie replied, still kind of laughing, before asking, "-What about food and shit? Do you need-"

"No," Eddie interrupted, speaking casually, "-I have like three emergency funds."

"You have three emergency funds?" Richie asked in disbelief, "-Why were you even fucking stressed Spaghetti?"

"Well," he seemed to pause a second, almost a little embarrassed, "-I also kind of fucking hated my life, that was also part of the problem."

And you won't hate it here? Richie's mind dinged, and his heart fluttered in his chest, Because of me?

"Wow, Spagheds, that stings-"

"Not you, fuckface," Eddie cut him off, near immediately, "-I don't hate the you part. Just... Just everything else."

Richie felt a little like the breath was stolen out of his lungs. How many times can you flatline before you're actually dead? Was there an experiment on that? Actually, that would kind of be fucked up, maybe there's a statistic he can look up-

"I'll come to California," Eddie spoke again, suddenly fully confident in his words, "-in three months, I'll come to California."

"To live with me?" Richie asked, maybe smiling just a little. (Okay, a lot.)

"Have you listened to a word I fucking said, dipshit?" Eddie asked, but Richie could tell he was smiling, "-Yes, obviously."

"Okay," Richie grinned, "-three months."

"Three months," Eddie confirmed -a little cheerily. It made Richie's head spin.

And then, Richie's mouth started moving again (without his permission, of course).

"Are we dating?"

Eddie snorted in response, and Richie felt a wave of heat smooth over his face. Right, his mouth fucking wins again-

"You are such a freak," Eddie spoke through laughter, "-You ask me to fucking move in with you, and then you ask if we're dating?"

"Well," Richie started, embarrassed beyond fucking belief, "-I just say stupid shit and then... and then ya know-"

"Richie," he interrupted, voice suddenly serious (in a calming sort of way actually), "-stop. You're doing that thing where you assume shit again."

Richie's lips snapped shut.

"We talk like every fucking day, we flirt like every fucking day-" Eddie continued, "-It's just very obvious, dipshit."

"Yeah, but you just said we were talking-"

"Because I wasn't sure if it was like... right," Eddie clarified, suddenly flustered (it made Richie grin so big he wanted to explode) "-Like if you... You know."

"I know what?" Richie asked -innocently.

"Oh, fuck you, trashmouth," Eddie puffed out, and Richie almost felt fucking giddy. He probably looked so fucking cute right now.

"I'm just asking a question, Spaghetti," Richie leveled back, but this time he couldn't hide the smile in his voice.

"You're such a dick."

Eddie was laughing then, just a little. He was trying to hide it, but it made Richie burst into laughter -full-blown, full-body laughter. He heard Eddie pipe up on the other side of the line, through laughs of his own.

"Don't fucking laugh at me, fuckwad," he seemed to try to convey seriousness.

Richie responded, "I can't help it, you're just too fucking cute, Eds-"

Eddie replied, instantly (laughs sneaking through the words), "You are clinically insane."

They laughed like that for a while, any time it died down the other one would just start laughing harder. It was like a domino effect. Richie was pretty sure he'd never laughed so hard in his life, actually. And he had some fucking funny friends, so that was saying something.

When it actually started to die down, the comfortable silence wasn't scary to Richie for once. Didn't mean he didn't want to fill it though.

"Eds?"

He got a low hum in response.

And Richie hesitated only for a second, words and thoughts skimming through his head. There was nerves there, but they were hard to focus on, not with everything else. He felt better than at peace then, his mind was still going but with nicer things now. Better things. Happy.

He spoke, as natural as breathing, "Date me, Eddie Kaspbrak?"

Eddie paused, only for a second.

"I'll date the shit out of you, Richie Tozier."

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

i am very intrigued by 19. uhhhhhhh /gen

I literally forgot that this existed lmao

Uh it was basically Rayla cleaning up Callum after 5x08. Here have the whopping 10 unedited paragraphs it consisted of:

“Callum,” Rayla sing-songed. “Caaallum. Callum? You okay?” He shook his head, then nodded before she panicked. “Yeah. Sorry. Are you?” She held out a hand, and, confused, Callum accepted it. She hauled him to his feet, telling him, “Fine. Here, I’m going to clean you up.” Not leaving him any choice in the matter (and who was Callum to argue when she was holding his hand?), she dragged him down belowdeck and to the Ruthless’s quarters. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Rayla asked him, patting a bedroll to gesture for him to sit and digging around his bag before coming up with his first-aid kit. “It’s just that upstairs, Ez and Soren were around, and I get you not wanting to worry them, but… you can talk to me, you know. About anything.” Callum forced a small smile, wishing he could. How could he begin to tell her? The truth of what he’d done, how scarily easy something so evil had come when it was for her sake. Did he even get to claim it was for her sake? Rayla wouldn’t want Dark Magic done for her. “I… don’t want to talk about it,” he admitted, squeezing her hand. It wasn’t a lie. She smiled back, so tenderly, and Callum was so undeserving of it he nearly came clean. He could never keep a thing from her. “Whenever you’re ready,” she promised, crouching before him and rubbing at his face with a wet wipe.