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killuaisaprincess Ā· 3 months ago
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snuggly
ā€œDoes it still hurt?ā€
Killuaā€™s face goes warm, and he quickly nods, burying his face back in Gonā€™s chest, and Gonā€™s face goes equally red.
He swallows and carefully rubs Killuaā€™s back.
ā€œIā€™ll carry you again, okay?ā€
Killua bites back a giggle.
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archi-pelago Ā· 7 days ago
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maybe never forgive. but things are different now. so we'll use maybe.
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somewherebetweendisorder Ā· 2 years ago
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Hhhhnnn
part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")
So, hugs with Eddie becomeā€¦ well, a thing.
Not a thing. Theyā€™re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. Itā€™s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddieā€™s doing him a favour as a friend. Itā€™s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend ā€” a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they canā€™t tell whose are whose.
Except, Steve doesnā€™t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasnā€™t done it ever with Robin.
So, itā€™s an Eddie thing.
But theyā€™re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steveā€™s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just canā€™t tell.
Whereā€™s the line? Itā€™s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasnā€™t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steveā€™s surprised that this is so near the top.
Because, sure, Steveā€™s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.
And this thing with Eddieā€¦ is not that.
So, really, Steve knows that itā€™s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. Heā€™s being a decent dude and helping his friend out ā€” by catapulting himself into Steveā€™s arms at every opportune moment.
(Steveā€™s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. Itā€™s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasnā€™t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)
And heā€™s different in other areas. Heā€™ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm ā€” and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steveā€™s shoulder.
Steve notices though. He always notices.
Itā€™s impossible not toā€” the skin, even if thereā€™s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddieā€™s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steveā€™s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddieā€™s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.
It drives Steve a little insaneā€” insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddieā€™s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.
Yeah, itā€™sā€” well, itā€™s safe to say that the effect of Eddieā€™s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.
But he canā€™t fucking tell.
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To Steveā€™s credit, neither can Eddie.
Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.
Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin wouldā€™ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.
Steve though? Heā€™s the fucking curve ball.
It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually ā€” the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and doā€¦ nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.
So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddieā€™s usual wandering hands got too comfortable ā€” Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didnā€™t matter than Eddie wasnā€™t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.
Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.
But thenā€” ā€˜Can Iā€¦ have a hug?ā€™ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve couldā€™ve asked for but that? Wasnā€™t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.
A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddieā€™s need for affection seem to never be sated.
After that night, Steveā€™s lack of touch became far more obvious. Itā€™s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.
Butā€¦ ā€œSometimes I realise itā€™s been awhile, since Iā€™ve had some touch.ā€ Thatā€™s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesnā€™t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.
It had thrown Eddie for a loopā€” because Steve gets around. Heā€™s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering sheā€™s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steveā€™s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.
So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steveā€™s pants ā€” not for lack of want, mind you ā€” he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steveā€™s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when theyā€™re side by side watching a film.
Itā€™s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, itā€™s laughable, even to Eddie. Itā€™s like Gay 101; donā€™t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones youā€™re friends with. And yetā€¦
Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; thereā€™s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like heā€™s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddieā€™s touch eventually ā€” in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.
And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, heā€™s a romantic. Itā€™s a quiet hope but, itā€™s there.
Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usualā€” several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steveā€™s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ā€˜Cos thatā€™s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when itā€™s just the two of them, it becomes this.
Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. Itā€™s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steveā€™s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steveā€™s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.
It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesnā€™t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie ā€” he trusts Eddie.
ā€œYā€™know,ā€ Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steveā€™s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddieā€™s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. ā€œIā€™m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.ā€
He leaves it there ā€˜cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddieā€™s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steveā€™s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddieā€™s pretty sure he can see Steveā€™s mouth twitch up into a smile.
ā€œYeah?ā€
ā€œOh yeah,ā€ Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steveā€™s for just a moment. ā€œThink Iā€™ve had some of the best hugs in the world.ā€
Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isnā€™t just doing it for Steve ā€” that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.
ā€œSwept up in these pillowy arms?ā€ He croons, giving Steveā€™s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. ā€œWho wouldnā€™t think so? Iā€™m a lucky guy.ā€
Despite the joking tone, thereā€™s no quick comeback from Steve. Thatā€™s alright. Eddieā€™s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; letā€™s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if itā€™s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesnā€™t read into the silence.
Not even when Steve says, ā€œEddie?ā€ all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesnā€™t quite register to Eddieā€™s ears.
ā€œMm?ā€
ā€œEddie.ā€ Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddieā€™s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steveā€™s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.
But the moment he makes eye contact, Steveā€™s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddieā€™s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.
Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering heā€™s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie canā€™t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hugā€” which, well, just wasnā€™t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.
ā€œCan I-ā€ Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like heā€™s gathering courage. But heā€™s not, because heā€™s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, heā€™s not, heā€™sā€”
Unlessā€¦?
ā€œCan Iā€¦ have a kiss?ā€ Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself ā€” imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss ā€” from him!
ā€œOh.ā€ Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. Heā€™s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe itā€™s his heart, which feels like itā€™s leapt up his throat.
ā€œOh?ā€ Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddieā€™s want. Because he knows him.
ā€œYes.ā€ Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. ā€œYes, absolutely, you can.ā€ He affirms.
Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddieā€™s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.
Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steveā€™s heartbeat through where theyā€™re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.
Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steveā€™s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddieā€™s ever had about them. Theyā€™re warm and so soft ā€” plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddieā€™s neverā€¦ well, kissed anybody before.
Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up ā€” not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve ā€” Steve Harrington ā€” asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.
ā€œYou call that a kiss?ā€ Steve teases and Eddieā€™s well aware of the parallel ā€” of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he canā€™t make himself laugh even though itā€™s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens ā€” he needs to see whatā€™s Steveā€™s thinking. Where heā€™s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.
ā€œI havenā€™t- I donā€™t do this often.ā€ He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. ā€œEver.ā€
Thereā€™s a jump in Steveā€™s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feelā€¦ well, itā€™s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasnā€™t. He tries to take it as a compliment.
ā€œThatā€™s okay,ā€ Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddieā€™s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.
ā€œDo you want to try again?ā€
Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath ā€” the rigidness in his body.
Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, ā€œRelax.ā€
ā€˜Cos isnā€™t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steveā€™s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steveā€™s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.
Itā€™s good. Itā€™s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5ā€“ nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, itā€™s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isnā€™t just kissing him for a heat of the moment ā€” that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.
And with the way he kisses, Eddieā€™s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.
It doesnā€™t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckinā€™ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ā€˜cos Eddie canā€™t stop his stupid happy grin ā€˜cos shitā€” he actually gets to have this Steve.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddieā€™s eyes.
ā€œCan I... have a hickie?ā€
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knifearo Ā· 1 year ago
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being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol āœŒļø but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one
#aromantic people are just sexy i'm not making the decisions here it's just facts#course ur hot as fuck. it came free with the aromanticism#being sexy is just default settings for aromantic people šŸ‘#hope this all helps. anyway i'm on my 'i hope i die alone <3 i can't wait to die alone <3' kick rn#i think the existential fear that people have of Not Partnering specifically is so. well.#obviously that shit is strong and it is SO awesome to be free of it.#realizing you're aro and you don't Want a partner can be such a hit to the solar plexus#cause society says that's the only thing that'll make you happy. so either you go without that thing or you force yourself#into doing something you don't want which would make you unhappy anyway.#so you think it's a lose lose situation and you have to come to terms with what amatonormativity presents as the worst possible situation#but then! whoa! turns out personhood is inherently valuable in and of itself and romantic partnering is just a construct!#and that nightmare is now your life to do with as you please... define as you will... structure as you want...#best case scenario. is what i'm saying.#every day i wake up ready to spit all that amatonormative rhetoric back in life's teeth by being alone and being happy#and it's so fucking satisfying. every day.#fucking JUBILANT being by myself. and i love being a living breathing 'fuck you' to the romantic system#you need a partner to be happy? oh that's sooo fucking crazy guess i'll go be miserable then. in my perfect fucking dream life lmao#yeah obviously it's the worst possible outcome on earth to die without a partner. so terrible. can't wait for it :)#aromantic#aromanticism#aro positivity#aroace#arospec#sorry to bitches who are sad about not having a partner. i could not give a fuck though get better soon#you couldn't EVER pay me enough to go back to a mindset in which my inherent value wasn't enough by myself.#FUCK that shit. absolutely miserable and a bad life outlook in general. like genuinely do the work w/ amatonormativity and get better#life is something that can be so fulfilling whether someone wants to kiss you or whatever or not#i'm on antidepressants and i have people i care deeply about. what the fuck would i need a partner for lmao
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blkkizzat Ā· 3 months ago
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Y'all please look at my glorious commission by @schleepy-bunny!!
It's me bimbo!reader x ghostface!choso from my ghostface!choso fic!! i got the stairway scene drawn from pt 2 fjhdsfkjhsdkjshd
IM GEEEKED AHHHHH!!!! ITS GLORIOUS!!!
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intonothingsblog Ā· 2 months ago
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OMG SHE IS HERE- STARTING THE ļæ¼AUTUMN SEASON IN STYLE
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wickedfarter Ā· 1 year ago
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you know i had to jump on this
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hinamie Ā· 6 months ago
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round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au
first year trio
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mintypsii Ā· 1 year ago
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yk adorable group hug and luffy moment aside, did zoro just kick the ground . after he was hugged . is this show even real
sorry but the way nami went šŸ¤ØšŸ³ļøā€šŸŒˆ TWICE
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regular-gnome Ā· 1 year ago
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a new addition to the house
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chimerical-daydreams Ā· 1 month ago
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She seems up to it, at least.
Silly bonus:
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lemonsharkgirlfriend Ā· 3 months ago
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everyone's joking about a lesbian love triangle being the focus of rhaenyra/alicent/mysaria's stories in hotd s3 but that will literally be what happens when mysaria acts to uphold and support the image of rhaenyra as queen (or rhaenyra's duty) and alicent is kept prisoner (or a hidden but unavoidable reminder of rhaenyra's love). and so the love triangle will serve to represent rhaenyra's internal conflict between love and duty
#and if you are me and subscribe to the theory that alicent will escape to dragonstone with rhaenyra after the riots in KL#then rhaenyra chooses alicent/love#i think the book page foreshadows this attempt at escape#ā€œtraveling across the narrow to flee a war of dragonsā€#alicent going to dragonstone with rhaenyra would also totally recontextualize rhaenyra selling her crown to pay for passage#rhaenyra abandons this ultimate symbol of her duty for a final chance at happiness with alicent#and then there's the horrible irony of the audience already knowing that aegon ii has taken dragonstone as they sail toward the island#knowing that rhaenyra and alicent could never actually be physically liberated from the system of patriarchal violence they exist in#but by that point they have both mentally liberated themselves from it#rhaenyra selling her crown and alicent finally accepting rhaenyra's offer to run away and totally abandoning duty#and so the love was important and valuable in the sense that they both die understanding that they couldn't change the part they played#but they know now that they had this love that sustained them despite the plotting and scheming and violence#and the love will be forgotten by history but not by them and in that their love will finally be free#crazy actually that they decided to do this shit with a game of thrones prequel#hotd#alicent hightower#hotd spoilers#rhaenicent#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#also they are having gay sex on the boat to dragonstone i saw it in a vision
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bet-on-me-13 Ā· 7 months ago
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Steph's Year of Recovery
So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.
He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.
Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.
Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.
He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)
Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)
The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.
She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.
He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.
...
Steph honestly loved her current life.
Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.
Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)
But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.
She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!
Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.
(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)
Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.
"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"
"..."
"What?" / "What?"
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skunkes Ā· 4 months ago
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#a doodley#i had to make this blue so tumblr would stop hiding it from the dash#anyway no caption this happened 2 hrs ago#im happy abt my surgery but it and other things this year keep beinging conversations like these up#and i cant handle it at all.#everything my dad tells me just makes me feel worse and not bc its anything bad but bc I Feel Bad#like the conversation then continued to him being like no dont cry im just saying i wpuld have wanted to#quit my job decades ago and set aside money so I wouldnt be struggling as much now but that didnt happen#and i just dont want that to happen to you guys :)#so we have to support u so that your life is what u want it to be#and i cried even more bc what do u mean. thats so sad. ur a person and u were a child and baby once and ur gonna die#and you always almost cry when u talk about your mom who passed away decades ago#and your brothers that passed away#recently and im going to be your age and still sobbing bc i miss my dad. just like i have been prematurely crying about since i was 7#the other day my dad asked my mom if i cried a lot when i was a baby/kid and my mom said no and then my dad#said that when i Did cry it was so severe he thought i would ''drown in my own tears''#bc i could never stop. like. thats still true today. ive been crying on and off since then#i think i mentioned he's just been telling me stories about his life lately and it further fuels this. i get so sad. im sorry your life was#like this. i dont want to die i dont want you to die im sad im sorry im sorry#im scared. im never going to see you again. how horrible. how horrible#i cant enjoy my day today bc every day is a day closer and i get sad
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limpnoodles Ā· 26 days ago
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THEY SAID IT
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7oranges Ā· 11 months ago
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birthday snowstorm yesterday <3
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