#I know jackshit about the show or it’s universe

[hybridshaverisen]

Does a SB AU and/or TSAMS AU where the world live in a dystopia where human/robot experimentation caused people to become giant mindless monsters and the animatronics have the ability to become a giant version of themselves/intelligent versions of said human experimentation monsters at will exist yet?

[ruleofheart]

growing pains — ellie williams

ellie williams x f reader

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fluff, angst, smut >O<

ellie if nothing bad happened to her ever, childhood friends to acquaintances(?) to lovers, longing, joel is involved, ellie is a DWEEB! but so are you, car sex, classic misunderstandings

to the lovely folks that asked to be tagged, i hope this meets your expectations… i am terrified of failing you: @macaroni676 @d3sperationn @g3latin

beta read by @heartofrhea my best friend my apologies for being cringelord

The universe can be so cruel. 

You sit at the edge of the curb, curling your legs to yourself to feel less vulnerable. Your phone rolls in your hand, tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. You probably should’ve known better. Well— you do know better. That sinking, intuitive feeling had been swirling in the center of your stomach all night, but you had let your desperation and loneliness take ahold of you. 

You had agreed to go out with some friends and some friends of friends; people you didn’t know jackshit about, but hung out with anyway. You had hoped you didn’t reek of seclusion too bad, feeling like a wounded animal in a crowd of predators. 

But your friends and their friends didn’t really care. They had pulled away from you in the club, losing you to flashing lights and crowded bodies. You searched up and down, called their names in the dingy bathrooms, and even asked the bartender. No dice; you were here to party alone. Now what was the point of even coming along?

Silly.

You initially opted to order an Uber to just get the fuck off the street already, but hey— it’s a Friday night and finals are over. The prices listed cost more than six different coffee runs, and there’s no way you’d be giving those up. 

It’s how you end up sitting on the curb and fervently wiping your tears away, cringing when you remember your hands had been touching all the club door handles and god knows what else. You feel dirty, forgotten. 

You unlock your phone and dim the brightness— the stupid thing almost all out of battery— and turn to what seems to be a last resort, an option that you’ve buried away at the back of your mind for years now.

Pressing your phone to your ear, you can’t help but sigh as the line rings repeatedly, almost positive that you’re completely out of luck. 

It falls silent for a second before there’s faint rustling on the other side, and a voice so familiar, so painful to hear, questions you softly. 

“Ellie,” you say breathlessly; from fatigue or relief, you’re not sure anymore. “Can you come get me?” 

Becoming friends with Ellie Williams was almost too easy. 

That’s just how she is as a person. So easy to be around; her voice and twinkling laugh showing no threat. 

It began with Mrs. Sullivan’s freshman class seating chart; a table of four with you, Ellie, and two other boys who were too preoccupied with copying off each other’s notes half the time for you to even remember their names. You mostly kept to yourself as a weird adolescent, the onslaught of teenage hormones and emotions forcing you into your own little world. 

Ellie, on the other hand, was different. She had noticed the front page cover of Savage Starlight slipped into the front sleeve of your binder, the edges frayed and jagged as if you had actually ripped it off. She was almost offended at the sight of such a careless pull, but found the emotion wavering once she realized you read the comics just like her. 

“Hey! No way!” she had exclaimed with a growing smile, her eyes lit up. She had half a mind to just reach over and take your binder, fingers skimming over the glossy cover. She stopped herself mid-way, mind racing before she asked with just as much glee, “Can I see? I don’t think I’ve been able to get ahold of that edition yet.” 

Your short-lived conversations about Savage Starlight began to transform into lunchroom giggle sessions and bike rides on the way home. She was so easy to fall into; it was almost like she had a part of herself that was reserved just for you, eager for your arrival.

The thing about your dynamic was that it was so intricately woven over time, each thread of yourself intertwining with her own as you came to know each other better. Unabashed adoration and excitement with every laugh, with every moment of eye contact across the classroom and dinner table at home: a twinkle of unwavering youth and closeness.

And the thing was, when it came to you, Ellie was not prideful at all. She would openly admit any given moment that there had to be a hole in her heart that was in the shape of you. The two of you fit so nicely in each other’s lives, slipping into a familiar rhythm that almost seemed karmic, even at such a young age. While you were surrounded by other girls your age navigating their own pent up emotions and typical coming-of-age realizations, turning against each other and whispering dirty secrets, Ellie only seemed to cling onto you— hanging onto your every word with sincerity and trust.

It didn’t take long before Ellie began to invite you over to sleepovers, which was new territory for both her and Joel. He was already a little awkward as-is, navigating life with a teenage girl who had the same foul mouth and temperament as he.

So when you came around, greeting him with little smiles and kind language, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sway in relief, happy that Ellie has someone like you in her life. 

You’d tumble off your bikes, leaving them strewn across the front yard, crushing the grass he labored so hard over. But he didn’t mind, relieved to see the two of you arrive in one piece, losing yourself in video game releases and comic book pages as you both sat in her bedroom. 

Joel became a sort of fly on the wall for you two, ever-present as you were fairly comfortable in their home. Tuning the both of you in and out, listening closely for anything that may alarm him (which, never happened). Sitting across the both of you at the dinner table, serving up a quick and easy bowl of Hamburger Helper to you two. He’d glance at the two of you from under his eyelashes, watching how either you or Ellie would lean into each other as you splayed out homework sheets on the table, muttering to each other in curiosity. The two of you may have been better off sharing a single chair, he’d think to himself in amusement. 

Again, your presence in Ellie’s life and in his home never worried him. It became routine for him as well, watching the two of you bike up the block together almost every day after school. 

One hot summer afternoon, he stood on the porch, prying off the entrance screen door in an attempt to replace it, the critters from the greenbelt nearby winning at their efforts to nibble away at the material. 

From afar, he could hear the growing sound of your chattering, your bike chains clicking repeatedly as you breezed down the sidewalk. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as you two fought amicably, reaching out to each other in a playful attempt to push the other off their bike. He chuckled to himself and turned his gaze back to the screen door, fingers prying at the edges. 

Behind him, Ellie reached a little too far to the side, fingers brushing against your arm before she toppled over sideways off her bike. She collapsed with a laugh-yelp, swearing at you in a way that made you burst out laughing, your shoes dragging across the concrete to stop your bike. 

You hopped off your seat, carelessly letting it fall to the side as you approached Ellie, laughing at her as she pushed herself off the ground. 

“You idiot,” you breathed out in between laughs, nearly folding in on yourself as the incident repeated in your mind. 

“Dude!” she scolded lightheartedly, trying to feign annoyance, and of course failing. She stuck out her arm to show you a deep scrape right above her elbow. “This shit burns.” 

You caught your breath and stepped closer, eyeing the scrape. It was rather gnarly, and you inwardly winced at yourself knowing it was probably going to scab horribly.

“Damn,” you muttered to yourself, holding her arm and twisting it to get a better look. Joel eyed the way you two interacted, pulling away from his task as he glimpsed the bloody splotch on Ellie’s elbow. 

From where he was, he couldn’t exactly make out the words that you two exchanged, your voices lowered significantly. From the look of it, you were offering an apology. He didn’t catch the way you smiled up at her apologetically, but he was positive that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him when you leaned in and placed a harmless, healing kiss onto her arm, right above the scrape.

It was, in reality, lighthearted and childish. A testament to your playfulness, your eagerness to please Ellie’s heart. 

And although Ellie didn’t realize it, there was a flicker of emotion that crossed her face. A change in her eyes; in the way that she looked at you. It flew over your head, too; busy smiling up at her, pulling her closer with the strength of the sun’s gravity. 

But Joel noticed. He caught this sudden change, this glimmer on Ellie’s face. He felt the complexities of youth and new emotion washing over him again, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he turned away, focusing back on fixing the screen door. 

Later that night, he pulled Ellie aside. 

“Hey, kid. I’m gonna need you to keep the door open when she’s around, alright?”

“What?” Ellie asked, utterly oblivious. A look of distaste flittered across her features. 

He was trying to remain as nonchalant as possible, knowing all too well that if he pushed too hard or looked too stern, Ellie would just defy him out of her own stubborn nature. He folded some blankets over the couch, eyes avoiding hers. “Just keep it open, Ellie.” 

She groaned in annoyance and threw her head back, hands falling to her sides. She looked truly exasperated, confused with this sudden change in house rules. 

That night, as the door remained cracked open, Joel walked by Ellie’s bedroom to sort some towels in the hallway closet. His ears picked up her frustrated tone; “…wants me to leave the door open now. Never heard of a rule as stupid as that, but whatever.” 

You giggled calmly, then fell silent for a second. “It’s okay. My mom has that rule too, for my brother and his girlfriend.” 

And he could almost hear the way Ellie’s face scrunched up, a confused groan escaping her again. She failed to reply, and the topic at hand was dropped as soon as you leaned over to her and showed her a page from a new comic, rambling on about how the plot hole in this series was diabolical. 

He silently walked away, mind wandering as he tried to think about how to approach this blooming situation, a flicker of both hope and protection illuminating in his chest. 

It was junior year of high school when the foundation of your friendship began to split, allowing something else to slip into it. Something sneaky, deceitful, something that constantly rendered you speechless and warm. 

You no longer rode your bikes or shared comic books; you were much too old for that now! Ellie had just gotten her license, a little too eager to drive Joel’s old beat up truck around with you in the passenger seat. And, of course, the both of you felt like true teenagers when you finally got phones.

You sat on Ellie’s bed, your knees pulled to your chest as you scrolled through your timeline. You giggled at random collages of pictures and videos, occasionally showing your screen to Ellie in hopes that she would laugh with you. 

She sat on the other end of the bed, a rolled joint held delicately in her fingers. Joel wasn’t home, and her bedroom door was closed. The walls of her bedroom trapped the both of you with the smell of it, but you were slowly learning to not mind it as much. 

When you first received a phone, you found yourself diving into social media, trying to keep up with this sudden boom of a new language, new jokes, new form of communication. Ellie, on the other hand, never touched her phone. If she was using it, it was probably because she was texting you. She refused to engage with any social media at all, meaning you had to sit and explain new jokes and trends to her. Sometimes, she’d try her hand at new lingo or an ongoing joke, but failed so miserably each time that you’d roll over her bedsheets in laughter. 

She pressed the joint to her lips, eyes lazy as she looked at you with longing. The brightness from your screen illuminated your face, emphasizing every beauty mark and freckle. 

“Hey,” she started, voice low. “C’mere.” 

You looked up at her in curiosity, putting your phone down. Your eyes stayed trained on her as you scooted closer, the sides of your legs pressing against hers. 

She wasn’t sure if it was the smoke or the way that you peered up at her that made the center of her body feel warm. She tilted her head away from you as she exhaled, the smoke clouding the space between you two; your heart thundered in your chest. 

“Almost done,” she promised, voice only a little raspy. “Missed you; that thing is hoarding all your attention.” The corners of her mouth twitched. 

“Is not!” you defended, shoving her shoulder with your own. “I’m right here.” 

“Yeah,” she began, her hand coming up to tap at your head playfully. “But you’re not here. Let’s do something; been wanting to play a few rounds of that old zombie game.”

It was how you end up pressed into each other’s sides, hollering and giggling at the tiny TV screen on her bedroom dresser. You played erratically, your fingers relying on nonsensical button smashing to survive. Ellie had to constantly revive you every five minutes, but never mentioned it. 

She missed the way you squealed in anticipation with every new round that started, your eyes wide as you spoke with a constant smile. And, maybe it was from her high, but she was a little too intent in the way that she watched you, her mind feeling far away as she memorized every crevice of your face from the side. 

“Ellie!” you scolded, bringing her out of her daze. “No way you already died, the round just started!” 

She turned her attention back to the screen, scoffing as her player screen was black and white, her character eye-level with the ground. 

“Damn,” she muttered, surprised that she let herself slack off for so long. Too lost in your side profile, the dip of your lips, the way your lashes fluttered in surprise when a zombie attacked you in-game. 

Your character raced towards her, shooting around sloppily before you pressed the buttons to revive her. Her hand found itself on the top of your thigh, right above your knee. Perhaps it was the fogginess of her mind, or a newfound boldness that spurts through her; but she squeezed at your leg, her eyes stuck on the screen. “Thanks,” she says a little too nonchalantly, like that was completely normal. 

You swallowed thickly, your own movements faltering. There was a red ring forming around your player screen, indicating that you were being ruthlessly attacked. 

She snickered, her voice playful. “Focus.” 

The two of you kept on, your mind instead slipping up and focusing a little too hard on the way she touched you. 

It was senior year when that particular, sneaky something begins to widen the cracks in your relationship. A feeling that blurred your vision, blurred your mind. A feeling that made it impossible to correctly decipher whatever it was that Ellie was going through, and the two of you began to fall apart. 

It mostly started when Ellie got a job at a skate shop. For the most part, it was relaxed, her days consisting of seeing the same people come and go for wheels and decks. But it meant that she had less time to spend with you. 

Initially, she would use every single day off to see you. To invite you over or to laze around on your fluffy duvet, listening to you ramble about your nervousness as graduation was approaching. She would take you out, spoil you rotten with the excitement of her new paychecks, saying fuck all to saving any money. 

And in reality, you didn’t care about the way she spoiled you; granted, it was nice and certainly made your heart beat a certain way, but you mostly valued that she made the effort to see you still. Exchanging silent words and looks across the classroom was no longer sufficing your yearning heart. 

Months passed and Ellie started to become a little bit more focused on balancing school and work; she was set on saving as college approaches, and you figured that the prospect of growing up had changed her. She was set on a college, set on astrophysics, set on buying Joel some land and maybe, hopefully, spoiling you some more in a few years down the line…

But she was maybe a little too caught up in it. She saw you less and less, accidentally channeling her friendly energy to her coworkers. And while you knew there was nothing wrong with that, you couldn’t help the bitter taste that rested on your tongue when she constantly brought up the names of others that you’d heard of countless times. A part of you wanted to turn to her, ask her so pathetically, why can’t you do the same with me?

You started to really feel like you were losing her when you finally got the chance to sit in her room again, the both of you babbling about what you think college will look like. At first, the comfort of her poster-covered walls and space trinkets settled your restless heart, and you had felt at home with her again. 

It wasn’t until she slipped away to use the restroom, leaving her phone on her bed. The screen illuminated as it buzzed once, twice— three times. You should’ve left it alone, thinking maybe it was Joel warning her he’d be late from work. But you leaned over anyway, reading over the text on the screen.

For one, it was a coworker. You recognized the name on the notification; and for some reason, when you realized it was from the only other girl at her workplace, a horrible feeling nestled into your stomach. 

And then you couldn’t help the minor feeling of betrayal as you realized they had been messaging each other on a social media platform; one of the many things Ellie swore up and down that she’d stay away from. 

You didn’t even follow her on there. She never told you. 

It’s silly, you thought. Ellie can do whatever she pleased. But this new turn of events, this tiny thing that was still so out of character; the foundation between you two felt almost completely severed. 

Weeks passed from that day and you them found yourself pulling away. The both of you were accepted into the same college, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel excited. Ellie begged you to fill out your housing papers on time so that the two of you could be roommates, but you purposefully procrastinated. You weren’t sure you could handle such close proximity with her anymore. 

It was with this that the gap between the both of you widened. She didn’t drive you home anymore; it was time to put your own license to use. You two no longer exchanged knowing looks across the room, and you sure as hell didn’t share dinner with Joel anymore, either. You started to forget the exact layout of her bedroom. 

Graduation came and went; you spent it in solitude, not really counting the presence of your family members. Ellie did race up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, nose burying into your hair, but you were so caught up in it all that you didn’t reciprocate it. 

It was another one of those minor things that widened the gap, made her step away from you both physically and emotionally. 

Even when Joel offhandedly mentioned that he’d be okay with helping you move into your dorm, Ellie made up some excuse on the fly; saying your brother had it covered. She hadn’t even asked you.

So, just like that, summer passed in a blink. You spent your days curled up in your bed, wallowing. Ellie spent it trying to distract herself, losing herself in the presence of coworkers-turned-close-friends. You shamefully stalked her social media, tears pricking at your eyes as she posted places and things that seem so fun, so far away. Places and things that you would’ve liked. 

What hurt more was the constant questioning from your family. Where’s Ellie? What’s she up to?

Hell if you knew. You’d been relying on her story highlights for snippets of her life, and even then they were still so vague. Scenery, music, her guitar. Someone else’s hands holding a deck of cards, videos with incessant giggling in the background. God, you were almost sickly with both wanting and loneliness. 

And, just like that, it was freshman year again. This time, there was no seating chart. No binder for you to slip comic book covers into. No comfort of hopping on your bike and riding home with the only person that matters at your side. 

You were in some sort of emotional purgatory. Your mind blank as you walked around campus, as you stared at your laptop screen in the dead of night, body aching as you slumped over and completed your coursework. The excitement and late nights that you and Ellie had planned were nowhere to be found. 

On the other hand, Ellie busied herself so much, she found that she almost forgot you. Almost. 

Burying herself into her homework, mind trying its hardest to wrap around these new concepts. Partying, though she wasn’t not really there. Smoking some, drinking some. It all still felt lonely. 

She was enjoying this new group of friends, but they didn’t amount to the certain someone that still had their shape, their initials carved into the center of her heart. It was almost unbearable to exist without you; the two of you blending into each other so well, she still found herself saying things the way you did— the intonation, the little lingo, the mannerisms. Your existence was embedded into her own, folding over into her psyche so compact-tight, she knew she could never escape you. 

Ellie assumed that now, at this point, it was about carrying you in her soul even though you were no longer around. The beauty of this life; she’d lost you, but not entirely. Your personality reflecting in her own no matter what, no matter how hard she tried. Her existence was a testament to your own— someone’s been here. Someone’s loved me. 

Weeks passed. Months passed. The both of you constantly shuffling across the same campus, yet never running into each other. Your text messages now buried underneath more recent threads, your shared playlist long forgotten and neglected. 

Winter break hit and the loneliness bit just as much as the cold. When Ellie returned home, she noticed her old bike in the garage, propped up against storage bins, the tires flat. When you returned home, you came back to photos of the both of you, pinned to your wall. Your breath stuttered in your throat as you took them down, throwing them into a box in your closet. 

At the same time, yet separately, the both of you traversed new grounds, and odd fucked up forms of grief. Being in your own space yet running into things that reminded you of someone that you wanted the most. And it wasn’t not like they were gone; yet the both of you let go, deciding that somehow, it was for the better. 

The cycle repeated as the seasons changed. Instead of actually moving on, the both of you just somehow got better at repressing your emotions and acting like nothing happened. Occasionally reflecting on your friendship in a daydream, and then reminding yourself that somehow, it just wasn’t meant to be. It was time to move on— she was never yours. 

It’s summer now, the end of junior year. Ellie’s at her friend’s place, sipping on a poorly made drink as they play card games and tune into a new season of a trending series. She’s cross-legged on the floor, smiling to herself as her friends talk over each other, slamming the cards down on the coffee table and trying to warp the rules in their own favor. It’s fun, and it’s easy to sit back and watch everything unfold. 

She feels her phone in her back pocket vibrating; assuming it’s Joel just checking up on her, she gets up and excuses herself, slipping out the back porch door. 

When she reaches for her phone, her heart nearly stops beating altogether. In fact, she’s sure it does, as her stomach suddenly twists in confusion and pain, a small cough leaving her lips as she tries to collect herself. Your name shines on her screen as you call, and she’s so sure she’s hallucinating (the hell was in that drink?) until she swallows her surprise and answers. 

And there you are. Breathless, exhausted. Immediately, she knows. Despite it being so long, despite the fact that she’s not entirely sure she knows you anymore, she still recognizes the tone in your voice, recognizes that you needed her. 

“Where are you?” she blurts before you can finish your sentence, her body automatically pacing around. “Send me the address.” 

You’re apologetic, sounding defeated on the other side. You tell her over and over again, I’m sorry.

There’s weight behind the way you say it, like you’re apologizing for something more. Like you’re counting all those times you shut her out, the times you let her slip through your fingers. It’s weak and shaky, but Ellie doesn’t bring it up. She’s too busy slipping on her shoes, keys dangling from her fingers as she mouths to her friends that she’ll see them later. 

She stays with you on the phone the entire time she drives over to get you. She asks, over and over again, if you’re okay and in a safe area, and your heart twists with guilt and shame. You stay planted on the edge of the curb, looking like a wilted flower.

Ellie feels her heart drop to her stomach as she approaches the street that you sit on, her headlights illuminating your pathetic figure. She rolls down the window and pulls over, calling out to you. 

Your eyes are low, the shame blatantly evident on your face. Ellie’s not sure how this will unfold; this isn’t exactly the way she dreamed the two of you would reunite. But that look on your face— Ellie knows it well enough. You’re both 15 again, and you’re trying to hide within your own body somehow. She sees the embarrassment, the bitter feeling that sits at the center of your chest. 

You approach her car and observe at her through the window, eyes avoiding her own. You study her form, how much she’s grown. She’s got a new haircut; it’s shorter— gayer. You can almost imagine yourself laughing at her, can almost imagine twirling the short pieces between your fingers. A patch of black ink catches your eye just then, your gaze landing on her forearm. Since when did she get a tattoo? 

She unlocks the door, silently beckoning you in. You slump into the passenger seat, completely defeated, and she reads your body language well enough to know not to pry at the situation. 

She shifts the car into drive but realizes that she doesn’t even know where you live anymore. The car sits there, idle as she tries to figure out what to ask you and how, then you mutter the directions to your apartment, reading her confusion just as well. 

The sound of Ellie’s music is quiet, practically just a gentle hum as the two of you sit, rigid as you keep your gazes locked on the road ahead. You don’t intend to explain yourself or have some sort of emotional come-to-jesus moment with Ellie, figuring that this situation alone is already stressful enough. 

But, she clears her throat and opens her mouth to speak, eyes still locked on the street signs. “You see the trailer for the new Savage Starlight adaptation?” 

You give her an awkward chuckle. “Yeah,” you say, nearly whispering. “Looked like trash, honestly.”

Ellie laughs at that. Laughs. And god, it’s not the kind of laugh that kills her, but it’s a solid one; an honest one. It sounds so good as it erupts from her chest, the sound of it pouring into your ears and over your heart. Christ. 

Your eyebrow twitches and you have to turn your head to look out the window— you can’t let her see the look on your face. You’re sure your eyes are wide and pooling with some sort of desperation. 

And, of course, Ellie catches it. But she just cares too much about you, so she lets all these little thing slip by to keep you comfortable, to keep you with her for even just a second longer. 

The conversation stays trained on little comments, acknowledging new video game releases and comic book trailers as if the both of you are in high school again, caught up in your nerdy obsessions. The air is thick and steady; the both of you dancing around this thinly-veiled attempt to be normal. The smallest things, such as the sound of her clearing her throat, or her hand coming up to scratch at her cheek, make your skin crawl with anticipation. 

You brace yourself for the ball to drop, holding it so tight to your chest, you’re almost suffocating. 

And while there’s no way you’ll drop this act, desperately clutching onto this feeling of faux normalcy, you know Ellie will. She’s much too blunt and forward focused to let you both sit in this awkward, paper-doll like scenario; steadily crafting your sentences, training your eyes to avoid her. 

And, god— it’s almost too easy to let your body relax, to slip back into your old comfortable patterns with Ellie right next to you. Because she’s never been prideful, and never will be, with the way she smiles to herself and breathes: “I missed you. It’s been… really long,” she says the last part with a bittersweet chuckle. “Too long.” 

Your chest caves. Stupidly, eagerly, almost like it wanted to, this whole time. Your body feels prickly and warm, but you school your face to remain somewhat neutral. 

“Yeah,” you offer dryly. “I’m kind of surprised, actually.” 

At that, Ellie tilts her head, fingers fluttering around the steering wheel. “How come?” 

“That, like, you even showed up. And you’re actually being nice and taking me home. I figured you kinda hated my guts towards the end.”

Ellie’s body has a physical reaction to that, and she taps on the brakes by accident. Not hard enough to send the both of you flying forward, but just enough of a push. You whip your head towards her, watching the way she furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head. 

“Sorry. Not trying to be defensive, but why…” She swallows thickly. “Why would you think that? And of me, of all people?”

She’s so, so gentle with the way she says it. Her voice quiet and low, not wanting to scare you away with this sudden confrontation. She reeks of true curiosity and something else that seems like hurt. 

“I just,” you start, trying to gather your words, then pause, not really recognizing where Ellie is driving. “Hold on. Where are you—?”

She pulls into an empty parking lot, stopping the car at an awkward angle, careless about her parking etiquette. 

“I’m sorry. I really just wanna clarify things,” she breathes out, her tone hurried as if you’ll slip and fade away if she doesn’t explain herself fast enough. “But, if you want me to completely fuck off, I’ll take you home. Just tell me.” 

You remain quiet, looking at her with a face that reads half anxious, half eager. A mix of the two, both emotions so similar in nature that maybe it kind of looks like… excitement. 

Ellie turns her body in her seat so that she can face you directly. “I was never tired of you, ever.” She takes in a slow, deep breath, trying to pace herself and keep her voice steady. With you, she can become passionate very quickly, so she needs to remain cool. “If anything, I thought that you felt that way about me. You stopped comin’ around, didn’t even try to room with me, and completely bailed on my attempts to see you. Did I do something?” 

She’s completely disarmed. Her words woven with nothing but good intentions, the look on her face desperate for some sort of reconciliation. She eyes you carefully, and if you looked hard enough, you may have been able to catch the glimmer of want in her eyes. 

Overcome with emotion, you fumble. Too busy with wanting to just defend yourself, swinging around your sword with your eyes shut in the hopes that you won’t get hurt, you don’t even try to match her energy. 

“Well, yeah,” you bite back, not nearly as careful as she was. “You changed. Everything changed. You made other friends, new friends, and just left me behind,” you accuse sharply, not thinking straight. “You… went behind my back.”

Despite the way that you speak to her, Ellie’s face softens. She knows what this is about. She’s too understanding, too willing to do anything to get you back in her life. As the realization slowly dawns on her, her heart flutters both with yearning and a deeper need. 

It’s how you end up pressed against the backseat of her car, her mouth on yours as her hands roam freely around your body. You shut up rather quickly, mind blurring over with the oncoming release of years of pent-up wanting. You tried to keep arguing back at her, and she did nothing but talk to you in that sweet tone, with eyes that scream I love you.

It isn’t that she’s trying to coax you, or anything. It just happened as you begin to increasingly realize that she is not going to fight you; she just wants you. She needs you to know that, she has to make herself clear. 

Fog creeps up the car windows as she presses her knee in between your legs, rocking against you slowly. 

Ellie’s pacing herself; she’s thought about this a few times, guiltily. But in her mind, it’s always been in her bed, her mind crafting the scene of your body, your little sounds. It was like she had to slap her own hand away from herself sometimes. 

So while this isn’t exactly what she had daydreamed it would be, she still wouldn’t complain. Regardless of the situation, you were pressed into her, panting and sighing in ways that made her mind turn to soppy mush, overrun with desire and emotion. 

And, while she’s set on taking care of you and showing you just how much you meant and still mean to her, she can’t help but want to make you admit it too. 

She pulls back from kissing you, her eyes glazed over as she looks at your face. Holy shit.

Skin so warm, and you already look spent. She swallows, suddenly doubting how long she’ll be able to hold off. 

She bites back a satisfied smile before she dips down again, her face hidden in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, kissing all the way down. 

“Take this off,” she murmurs, fingers pulling at the waistband of your skirt. You do your best to follow her orders, cramped up in the seat, pulling your knees towards yourself in an attempt to shimmy out of the fabric. It catches on your ankle, hanging, and you giggle at the state of the situation. Ellie’s heart melts over itself, beating erratically; she’s going fucking crazy. 

You’ve done nothing but moan, twitch, laugh, and flutter your lashes. She hasn’t even felt you yet, hasn’t even seen your body in its entirety. And she’s gone. 

She almost raises an eyebrow at the sight of your skimpy little underwear, but her question catches in her throat. You were at the club, after all. Something sinks in her stomach at the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, observing the way the fabric clings onto you. 

Her fingers massage at your inner thighs, her knee firm in place as she keeps them set apart. Her digits dance right against your core, pressing against the fabric. You twitch, rolling your hips into her, fingers catching on the seatbelt behind you, gripping on for life. She laughs, but not necessarily at you. 

It feels like it takes her years (well, technically) to push your panties to the side, eyes falling hazy as she stares right into you. You’re so vulnerable, you try shutting your thighs close, but she pushes them apart again. 

“I know,” she hushes you, dipping lower to nip at your lips. “I know.” 

Her fingers trace over your folds, and you think you’re about to explode. You hadn’t expected Ellie to be the type to make this agonizing and painful, but you know you probably deserve it after your showcase of attitude. 

She draws her hand back and brings her fingers up to her mouth, sucking on them nonchalantly. A satisfied sigh escapes her as she finally, finally gets to taste you on her tongue. She lets her hand travel back down, and you turn your head to the side, shutting your eyes in anticipation. 

“Look at me,” she commands softly, stopping her fingers right where you want her. 

You nod, giving her the false promise that you will. Ellie sees right through it, and with her free hand she gently grips onto your face, turning you to make eye contact with her. 

She needed to see your face as she fucked you, she needed to know, after so long of wondering, how you looked when facing pure pleasure. 

Your lashes flutter, eyebrows screwing together as she slips her fingers inside your warmth, pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. She’s gentle in the way she stretches you out, working you through it with such care and patience. 

Ellie revels in the way your chest heaves already, pupils blown out with bliss. She moves her knee and lets you shut your thighs together, trapping her hand in place. 

“This is all you needed, huh?” she teases, her voice only a little prickly, but her smile says otherwise. “For me to touch you like this.” 

You nod silently, too busy biting on your bottom lip and rocking your body onto her fingers to reply. 

“Answer me,” she demands with the same softness, setting the tone. Her gaze is locked onto your face, memorizing every twitch of your brow, every whine that leaves your lips. 

It’s almost ridiculous how brainless you are already, melting beneath her entirely. 

“Needed you,” you manage to breathe out, nodding your head again. “So bad.”

Ellie hisses a swear, and she can’t help the way she leans into you, pressing her body against yours. She curls her fingers inside of you, the palm of her hand nudging at your eager bud. She groans to herself as she feels your walls twitch around her digits, her head dropping low as if she has to stop herself from spiraling. She’s hanging on by a thread; a hair, wanting nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But it’s been too long, and she’s got something to prove to you. 

Her eyes shine as she feels your body grow tense, your wriggling becoming more constant. She slows down her pace, watching closely as your mouth drops, a pout playing at your lips. 

“Please,” you begin, and she smiles. 

“Please what?” 

“Please, fucking just,” you try grinding on her fingers, lashes fluttering. “Oh my god,” you sigh, that little attitude trickling in your tone. 

She scoffs, almost meanly. She stops her movements entirely, fingers falling slack in your pussy. “Yeah? Do it yourself, then.” 

And to her surprise, you do. That attitude is wiped clean from your voice as you whimper pathetically, body rolling, walls fluttering as you try to fuck yourself with her fingers. She stares at you in awe, throat running dry. 

It takes her a second, but she blinks and she’s falling back into you. Watching as you desperately chase your release, bumping your clit onto her hand, and you absentmindedly grab onto her arm, trying to anchor yourself. 

She sucks her teeth and sighs to herself. She had intended to drag this out, to make you beg, to make you say that you were hers all along. But with the way you hold onto her, shamelessly rutting your hips, her name falling off your lips like a prayer— she already knows it’s all true. 

She’s kind enough to start thrusting her fingers again, moaning at the way your slick bundles at your entrance, coating her fingers and slipping down her hand. It’s obscene, but she doesn’t care. In fact, it gives her more of a reason to clean you up afterward. 

“Ellie,” you breathe suddenly, your little prayers becoming less coherent as a certain feeling creeps around, engulfing your body and mind. “I’m gonna cum,” you whine shamelessly, the heat in your stomach spreading lower and lower, your body tingling. 

She leans over you again, watching over your face as your eyes slip shut. 

“Go ahead, baby. Let me hear you.” 

It’s a demand but she still says it so softly, a certain tenderness behind her words. You choke on your own moan, body practically seizing as your thighs tighten, fingers digging into her arm. You chant a repeated I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, and Ellie smiles as you do anyway, your cunt swallowing her fingers with your release. 

Her hand relentlessly slaps against your core, even though you begin to tear up and beg for her to stop. She smiles to herself before she slowly drags her fingers out of you, bringing them back up into her mouth. 

It’s not nearly enough. While you slump back into the seat, panting, body still shaky from such strong sensations, she’s busy maneuvering her body to sit on the floor of the car and propping your legs onto her shoulders. 

You blink as you slowly come back to reality, your mind hazy. 

“Ellie,” you start softly, reaching out your hand. 

She reaches up and intertwines your fingers, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as her voice carries over to your ears. “I’m right here. Can’t let it go to waste.” 

Your eyes roll back, another string of moans escaping you as Ellie shuts her eyes and latches onto your clit, moaning into your pussy. 

The hours of the night escape both of you, becoming lost in each other in the back of her car, cementing your fate. 

Ellie laughs at your blank expression, her hand rubbing down her face in disbelief. 

“That was so… garbage. Beyond garbage. Landfill levels of trash,” you say weakly, the soft lights of the movie theater reflecting off your face. 

She continues giggling at your side, hand over her mouth in an attempt to be quiet despite the fact that the movie is already over. 

You playfully swat at her arm, turning to her, face ridden with shock. “There’s no way you’re not disappointed! This shit was such a waste of money. We were better off pirating it.” 

She shakes her head and smiles to herself, hand wrapping around your own as she pulls you to stand up with her. “I think it was well worth it; it was, like, funny bad.” 

You stand, wrapping your arm around her own as you two trail down the steps of the theater. You continue picking the movie apart, disdain in your voice. You have a reason to be passionate; this lazy attempt at turning Savage Starlight into a box office success had taken a terrible turn, the movie filled with stupid one-liners and god awful acting. 

You should’ve known; it’s been a month since the trailer dropped— or, since you and Ellie came back together. A month of everything falling into place, the pieces of your individual lives slipping back into the way they used to be. A month of constant, whispered confessions, making up for lost time; lovelorn kisses, touches fueled by years of yearning. Pursuing your lives together again, and of course, falling back into your geeky little habits— the one thing that brought you together in the first place, anyway.

You shouldn’t have walked in with such high expectations after the both of you predicted how awful it was gonna be once you both sat down to rewatch the trailers together. 

As the two of you make it outside of the building, Ellie bites her cheek at the way you continue to ramble, the passion in your voice making her heart swell. There is just too much to adore about you. 

“Hey,” she starts, voice low. 

You raise your eyebrows. “What?”

Ellie nods her chin in the direction of her car, mischief written all over her face. “I know a way to give you a happy ending.”

You groan in annoyance, pushing her away. Your voice rings out and into her ears, settling her restless heart as you scold her, a smile showing through.

“Ellie!”

[uninformedartist]

So hey long time no see, just popping in to say that this video by Official_TVC is bullshit.

So summary + thoughts:

Video starts off with defintions on different types of stalking & they say Vivienne has experienced all this kind of stalking. Then goes on to say its 2 individuals doing this stalking and they we the viewer doesn't need to know them, Official_TVC has done a lot of research on them and we should should trust Official & their word without evidence because apparently they retweeted something on twitter & it was a tumblr post thats supposedly exposed Vivienne's siblings, personal things ect. All this is hearsay by you, it shouldn't make the average viewer trust your word. Yes I've seen things but that was from posts I've seen.

Aside -honestly Official should be questioning the anon asks we get on here, some of the asks contain some questionable info like how do you get that info. People get asks on here containing info, people don't go out & hunt all Vivienne's private life, we receive stuff thats how things come to light, OTHER PEOPLE SEND US STUFF.

All the background of the video is helluva boss/hazbin scenes coupled with music from respective shows. No evidence, not even heavily censored evidence to protect Vivienne, just Official_TVC talking & basically saying "trust me bro I did research, believe me". This is heinous accusations, individuals you are talking about & you give nothing. It could be lies for all people know, I don't even believe & I've seen the things you're referring to.

Continued, the stalkers, the 1st one is a "troll" according to Official_TVC & the second is supposedly so bad they were quote " has been 15 ft from vivziepop", no backing on that 15ft statement, Official_TVC just states this. All this stalking, entire pages made is because of a ship. Leaking show stuff (aside again, is GIVEN TO US VIA ANONYMOUS ASKS).

They carry on to say essentially all this hate talk on Viv on YT is cos she's popular, they got nothing of meaning to say on Viv cos they hate her so much they can't talk about her positively. They then mention a person has a never ending stream that just feeds misinformation other YouTubers & quote "on the precipice of wanting to strangle a woman (Viv) who made the crime of making demons gay". Wtf does that mean, who has this never ending stream of feeding misinformation to other YouTube, who & wtf are you talking about.

Anyway, goes on to compare spindlehorse workplace allegations to Amazon (yes ironic) & how Amazon treats its workers really bad... do I need to say more. Goes on to say everyone ragged on Viv because hazbin hotel is on Amazon, Amazon is bad & quote by Official_TVC is cos "everyone looks for an excuse to hate". Ok now I'm giving evidence on why people ragged on Viv for prime since you give jackshit.

Amazon/prime is currently being boycotted, its on the bds list why people were saying to pirate hazbin. Not some bullshit reason Official gave on it being mindless hate. Here is a video explaining why people are boycotting Amazon:

Vivienne also like this post from a fan, do I need to spell out how fucking disgusting this tweet is and the fact that she liked it.

Official carrys on to say stalker 1 did 3 things, doxxed Vivienne, & in their words if you go to said person's page Official states "im pretty sure they know where vivziepop lives". That is speculation, thats your opinion cos no evidence is provided or can be for that matter cos this is what YOU think. Dropping as Official says "nuggets" of info on Viv's siblings University, their work (this info was from a sibling's linked in page, public info). Can I say aside, I know her sibling's names. Why, not from stalking but from them leaving comments on Viv's speeddraws and Viv publicly naming them on her PUBLIC socials. And if you know someone's name you can easily find out what uni they went to, if you know my name & search me up you know what uni I go to its in the public on their linked in, social posts ect.

They go on to talk about how terrible leaking Viv's shows are, which idgaf. Amazon is a zionist corporation I'm pirating anything of Vivienne. Even invincible which I love, pirated it. Fans should too (since I see a lot of fans with free palastine in bio but still pay for prime). Anyway thats on them.

TW: talks of sexual harassment. So Official doesn't want to give more info on this individual which I respect & understand. However they say stalker 1 is sexually harrassing this person, sending content of a sexual nature all because the victim in this situation didn't agree with stalker 1 on the stalker's sentiments on hazbin hotel. I understand protecting the victim but my soul you're literally protecting the perpetrator. Expose them, you keep staying stalker 1 & 2 CALL THEM OUT. Protect the victims but expose the perpetrators.

They go on to stalker 2, who know stalker 1. Stalker 2 supposedly went to the hazbin premiere. They were there to keep an eye on vivziepop Official quotes. No evidence of this quote or info just them relaying it. Again this is all your words against what. Yeah that is concerning it really is but substantiate this evidence & quotes. This is the 1st time I'm hearing about this so I would like to know more on this & this heinous person. But you don't give any evidence. Official says " these people need to be stopped", how can they be stopped. You give no names, no info or evidence, its wishful thinking you saying this. I'm harping on and on on about Official gives no evidence but its so flipping frustrating hearing them spout all this WITH NOTHING to back their words.

TW again: Mentions of suicide and Shay a fan bullied by the fandom who then took their own life. Know a lot of people are still saddened by what led to Shay's passing why I mention this.

Official says stalker 1 is using the death of Shay to entice fruther harrassed on Vivienne. Its "apparently now", huskerdust fans went after Shay with heinous harassment & Shay subsequently ended their life, may they rest in peace. Official claims stalker 1 says Vivziepop is directly responsible for Shay's death. Shay's death was worded as "apparently" but stalker 1 using Shay's death to pin it on Vivziepop is stated as a fact. How disgusting can you be someone died & its apparently so to you but your word of mouth should be considered fact, fuck off. Official then goes on to say... sighs quote "we do not hold politicians accountable when they massacre people of other countries... bloodlines don't exist but we don't blame the politicians pushing the buttons".

Ok wtf, yes we do we blame Biden & other politicians & presidents for pushing the figurative & literally buttons on massacring Palestinians & other minorities, WE DO so wtf are you talking about. I honestly hate Official at this point because wtf are they saying. I don't blame vivziepop on Shay's death, even though when there was attempts to reach Vivienne on what was happening to Shay, maybe the channels they used like email didn't get the message across unfortunately. What I absolutely hate is when fans, like official now use Shay's death as a pawn in relation to people hating on Viv. No one that I've see & I'm saying it now I know who these stalker 1 & 2 are not even they were as disgusting as Official & fans to use Shay's death as to further hate on Vivienne. What Official_TVC is saying is bullshit.

And I disregard everything Official_TVC says after they hearted this comment, fuck you Official_TVC for hearting this vile comment.

I link a screenshot of the outreach to Vivienne via email on Shay aswell as the document on Shay's.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSfCoyn81fp83pycx5eyS4oxryRpFnVnHdEeyEyouigrKSWAZ5iEgTjt7Q63n68S_PcZK7_klB-9dH1/pub

In all this video is a load of nothing, bullshit actually & just vile on the parts of Shay. They ended of once again reiterating they won't give proof because people just want names & evidence for the tea/gossip & they want to protect Vivienne, shoo shoo. Again trust me bro, I did the research so trust me.

I want to reiterate I condone no actions if provided true on stalker 1 or 2. But from what I've seen of them is all out of context, lies spread by the fandom & things just made up down the grapevine. I don't do this for likes, clout or other bullshit the fandom says. Wouldn't be of me on my nature and the work that I do. Come with substantial evidence, then we discuss & make conclusions but for now

...

I hate Vivienne and this fandom, bye all.

[morganbritton132]

The juicy drama of Steve still inviting his mother to things, though?

I know you said in the tags she has never come but I am living for a very petty Eddie seeing Steve’s mom after all these years and going “you look great, Helen. Haven’t aged a day since you begged me not to marry Steve.” (Not sure if you’ve named Steve’s mom yet. Helen is just my head canon name for her.)

I’m not sure if I’ve named Steve’s mom in this AU yet or not, but she is universally known as Angela in all my work thus far so I’m going to keep it the same here.

 

Steve might have had virtually no contact with his mother over the years despite numerous attempts to reach out to her, but Eddie has.

Eddie has a tour bus and final say over their touring schedule, and Angela Harrington still lives in Hawkins. Eddie is a petty bitch when he wants to be, and trust him. He wants to be.

He always ensures that Corroded Coffin plays at least one gig that’s close enough to their hometown that they can make a day trip. Some might say that he’s keeping close to his roots and others may say that he’s giving the band a chance to visit with family, but Gareth knows Eddie too well.

Wayne doesn’t live in Hawkins anymore and Eddie would only ever step foot in that town to cause a problem, so he tells him. He says, “Don’t get arrested” and then he goes to see his parents.

Eddie paints pentagrams on his fingernails and lines his eyes with the darkest liner he has, and then he makes his way up Loch Nora with the windows down and the music loud. He parks in front of the Harrington residence and he pounds on the door until someone answers it.

Angela never looks older than she does when she’s glaring at Eddie and it makes him smile, “Hiya, Mom.”

She never slams the door in his face despite how much she looks like she wants to. It would cause too much of a scene and Eddie has caught her in the middle of her book club – a bit of good timing on his part (and a lot of listening to Steve Facebook stalk everybody that has ever lived in Hawkins). She looks him up in down like she’s already annoyed, puts her hands on her hips and says, “Absolutely not.”

Eddie’s already slipping passed her by then and into the house. He looks around like he’s never fucked her son there before and says, “Wow, Ang, it almost looks like a human being with a functioning heart lives here.”

She hisses at him to get out of her house or she’ll call the police, but Eddie just got here. And anyways, he’s too busy introducing himself to her friends, “Hi. Hi. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me from Angie. I’m her son-in-law.”

Gosh, some of these girls are young enough to not know that Angela abandoned her son because one of the girls says, “Oh, I didn’t know she had a daughter.”

“Yeah, no,” Eddie says, pouring himself a glass of their champagne. “She doesn’t. A son. Hot as hell, great ass, wonderful person – he’s fantastic. That’s actually why I’m here, you see.”

“My girl, Angie, here married a violently homophobic man and when he kicked her son out, she didn’t do jackshit about it. Still hasn’t,” He continued, despite her actually picking up the phone to call the police. His smile dropped a bit when he made eye contact with her, “But Richard is dead now and there’s nothing stopping her from reconnecting with her kid, right?”  

Eddie’s smile picks up again when he addresses the rest of the book club, “You see, a couple years ago, Stevie went back to school to get his masters. He’s has a few sets back - ‘cause he’s still got that head injury, Ang. The one you never ask about – but he’s set to graduate end of the semester. I just happened to be in town and though, you know what?”

“Wouldn’t it just mean the world if his mom came to his graduation?” Eddie continued. “You know, since you missed the high school one.”

“I think you’d do very well to leave now, Mr. Munson,” She tells him, and Eddie makes a big show of listening to her. He leaves behind an invitation to the party that Joyce is throwing for Steve and the info of when graduation actually is.

Eddie doesn’t see her if she’s there, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time looking for her. He’s there to see Steve walk across the stage and to cheer him on with his real family.

[actual-changeling]

i don't owe anyone anything but i'm tired of getting idiots hiding behind anon icons in my inbox trying to come up with lies to invalidate my opinions. anon, you already got blocked so if you see this congrats and unkindly fuck off again.

i played the game and completed it. i still think the writing is shit. you like the game and you can do so and the fact that you come onto MY blog to argue with me about MY opinions when i have not talked about this game for MONTHS speaks volumes about you and says absolutely jackshit about me.

i love this universe. i love the show. i love part 1 and there are things about part 2 i genuinely like and enjoy, too. the story is still badly written and offensive on ten different levels and btw, anon, i have every right to call the way they handled lev transphobic because i am a trans person myself. i know my shit.

so. can everyone go back under the stone they crawled out from and call it a day now? yes? okay.

ps: me discussing my opinion of the game which also included praise btw belongs in the tags and no, i will not take it out of them. i have every right to be there because it's not "hate".

[sandsunseagrapes]

spn rewatch: 1x08

Bugs (I forgot how creatively they named the episodes in the old days). this episode is one of the earliest instances of jacting joices™️‼️ I think this episode features the first time onscreen Dean lies to Sam. and god, but jackles really started to steal the show here, i think. jacting circles around jared. lmao.

this got rly long, so i put it under the cut. TLDR; the moment Dean lies to Sam about John being the one to check up on him at Stanford is when the show starts to slide from Sam to Dean, IMO.

at the barbecue when Sam says the dad yelling at his son reminds him of John and Dean scoffs, says no that’s not like dad. Sam is like, well dad never treated you like that. you were perfect. he was all over my case.

Sam is still firmly the protagonist at this point. he's the one we sympathize with via the framing of the show. he's the one who lost his girlfriend the same way he lost his mom, who was kicked out of the family for wanting to go to school (they say he was kicked out of the house but we know the Winchesters don't have a house, don't have a home except each other), and he's the one who was pulled back into this hunting thing while Dean, the hunter we can't sympathize with bc we know jackshit ab hunting at this point, is the one who's on the outside.

and since Sam is the protag, the show is being written from his POV, and we don't know yet that John abuses Dean. that John has been abusing Dean via parentification and neglect (which, to be fair, he also neglects Sam, and Sam does feel it) ever since the fire. we don't know yet that no, Sam, John doesn't think Dean is perfect.

the show hasn't decided that yet, and frankly, the show never rly commits to calling John abusive – the show vacillates wildly between calling John a dedicated hero of a father who raised two fine hunters in the honorable pursuit of justice for his darling, dead wife, and a neglectful, tunnel-visioned man w severe abuse and substance issues that treated his kids like tools for his own personal quest for revenge for a woman he never rly knew

i digress.

the barbecue scene moves on. Sam's clearly not satisfied w/Dean's summation of John, and we're meant to take his side here based on what we know of John so far, so we're meant to read Dean's dismissal of Sam's legit comparison as the dismissal of a favorite child who got treated differently – like Sam sees it. but he drops it, they focus on the hunt again, and Dean is the somewhat clueless older brother who doesn't ~get~ Sam.

then they track the bug kid down in the woods, Sam bonds w/him bc they both feel misunderstood by their overbearing dads. he says, stick it out, you're gonna go to college in two years and get away from your dad.

oh my FUCKING god. at this point, we don't know that Dean never graduated high school. sure, he's got a GED but that's it. he never got to even dream of going to college – that was Sam. he never got to even dream of getting away from John – that was Sam. ohhhh be still, my heart. my Dean-loving heart.

so it's at this point Dean jumps in, says, what kinda advice is that? kid should stick with his family. bc he's not allowed to have different thoughts. Dean's alone, and probably has been for years, ever since Sam left. when he says kid should stick with his family, he means you should've stayed with me. which. selfish, yeah. but god, my fucking heart.

Sam just gives Dean the bitchface (justified, IMO, since he only hears you shouldn't have walked out on Dad, and not why did you leave me with him/why did you leave me alone with him/why did you leave me ALONE?)

and the scene moves on.

now they're at the university, Dean has clearly been thinking ab what Sam said, about how leaving his family was always a dream of his. he says, hey back there why'd you say that. Sam says, i know what he's going thru. Dean says, how about telling him to respect his old man, and Sam, understandably, kinda loses it. he calls Dean out – this isn't about the case, this is about you thinking i don't care about Dad = I don't care about the family = i don't care about you.

for as much as they talk on this show, Sam and Dean never really are on the same page, are they? Dean says one thing, Sam hears another and responds and Dean twists it and responds to what he thinks Sam's saying who responds to what he thinks Dean's saying and – yeah, that's Supernatural for ya!

AND THEN COMES THE FIRST STANDOUT MOMENT OF JACTING JOICES™️

Dean tells Sam (who's just said that he thinks John's disappointed in him and always has been, who thinks that when they find John he won't even wanna see Sam) that John used to check up on Sam at Stanford. and if this line and the exchange following it were delivered by a lesser actor (or one who wasn't possessed by Dean Winchester, as we all know jackles is), we wouldn't look at Dean and think: oh my god. you are lying. you are fucking lying. we'd believe him when he says it was john going to stanford, or we'd think Dean was lying but was sent on john's orders to check on him, or we'd think maybe Dean and john took turns.

but no. jackles knocks this moment out of the park, and for the first time we start to understand Dean as a deeply caring person. [i would argue that 1x03 where Dean bonds with the selectively mute kid gives us our first glimpse, but since this moment is shared between the brothers, it gets deeper to the core of Dean's character faster]

THIS MOMENT MAKES ME FERAL. there's no fucking WAY this could be read any other way, sorry. he softens, steels himself to tell Sam that John was the one who swung by to check on Sam bc he wants Sam to have that. he wants Sam to think John worried about him. even though it was Dean doing the worrying, and Dean doing the raising, and Dean doing his fucking best to keep the family together, he says it was John bc he knows Sam needs that. (or he thinks he knows. this is not the first or last time Dean will make a decision for Sam by withholding information from him, but it is the first time we see it onscreen.)

Sam is surprised, asks What? and Dean. Dean looks down. looks up (not at Sam, but over his shoulder. he'll get better lying to Sam's face over the years. but not yet).

Dean says, yeah. meaning, yeah, Dad was worried about you. he checked on you. kept you safe. Dean says yeah, lies right to Sam's face and Sam – Sam buys it. bc he wants to believe he's not a disappointment? even though I don't rly think Sam ever needed or wanted john's approval like Dean did. so I'm not happy w/that conclusion.

i think it's likelier that it just comes down to Sam not knowing Dean all that well. Dean isn't his brother, he's his dad and his mom and he's four years and a lifetime older. and it isn't Sam's fault that he believes this, i don't mean to say that. i love Sam. he believes Dean bc he trusts Dean, and he doesn't need any proof from Dean other than his word. (here, anyways.)

i don't have a good ending to this post that got way longer than i meant it to. i just. i really fucking love Dean Winchester. i really, really do.

[purpleturtle9000]

*slowly edges in under your door like a piece of wayward paper*

Hiiii today I come with gifts of dino stickers (and Clever Girl questions/comments bc I FINALLY beat my adhd into submission to read it >:3) (also I don’t know jackshit about bayverse so my apologies for any goofs)

What made you choose raptors? Also I love horse raptor girl Raph and would kill for him he’s good boy and deserves to keep his buddies

I am choosing to believe they didn’t like Casey bc Acab they can smell the cop on him XD

Were the raptors genetically modified in any way? Cus they seem incredibly intelligent, although that could just be the training and their natural state bc bird Smort af

Okay I think that’s all I got (for now) but also if there’s anything I didn’t ask that you wanna ramble about PLEASE DO I am in love with the Dino’s and their turtle friends :3

*flutters off in a breeze*

I will be putting stickers everywhere immediately, thank you!

I choose raptors because they were my favourite in Jurassic Park from the very beginning. Also I've had a Utahraptor OC for nearly a decade, and Raptor Red is one of my favourite books. So when the idea came of a dinosaur fic, there was truly no question in my mind that it was going to be raptors instead of anything else.

Also anything bigger than Utahraptor would have been an absolute nightmare, logistically speaking. It would take a lot more work to feed, be harder to house, might not have fit on the plane in the first place, and that's even without accounting for there being four of them. Having some big dino like Rexy would be all fun and games until she realises she can fit a whole ninja turtle in her mouth!

Raptor girl Raph is an absolute delight and I support him and Sierra in all their nonsense. (Donnie doesn't, because he's the only one with any real sense, but tbh that's his problem and I have nothing to do with it.) They're going to have a great time terrorising the local bad guys, and probably also the local wildlife.

Casey being a cop is such a stupid decision in Bayverse, it's like the only thing that really gets me 😒 The girls can smell the ACAB now lmao, new canon developing right here. Also Casey is a stranger, and they've always been territorial. Plus Raph is kinda passive-aggressive at Casey and Sierra picks up on that as regular aggression (and by extension, so do the rest of the girls).

The raptors were not modified! They are very smart though, cause bird is Smort af. Parrots can do shit you would not expect from an adult and I love them for it but also sometimes stop that you over-intelligent little shits! Also they have been trained pretty much their entire lives, so they have a baseline for human interaction that can also be applied to turtles.

Also part of their intelligence is based on observations of crocodiles in captivity! Cause they're smarter than you would expect, I got a bunch of books to try to research their behaviour, and I have a whole new appreciation for them.

Okay so obviously there's a lot of things to love in the fic itself, but I also really loved writing the care guide. At first it was just going to be a reference doc for myself, but then I decided to write it as a kind of 'in-universe' thing, from Donnie's POV.

About 90% of the raptor lore is based on what's been observed (and published) about birds of prey and crocodilians. Besides the physical stuff, which is based on fossil records (and some assumptions based on fossil records). Side note, why is it so hard to access some of the academic papers? Let me read!

And a few of my favourite lines from the lore doc:

Sierra shows the same body language when biting the top of Raph’s shell as she does when playing with her sisters. She seems to consider this a form of play as well, and for reasons beyond my comprehension, Raph agrees with her.

The vast majority of aggressive behaviour happens in fights over food, or in an attempt to frighten away things that frighten them. Such things include a loose dog, a butterfly, a plastic bag, and a smoking car engine (the latter also frightened Leo and Mikey).

I have never seen nest squabbles turn violent, unlike our most recent fight for the tv remote.

As shown by Raph and Sierra, to my and Leo’s displeasure, a raptor can pick a meatball from an open palm without injuring the palm.

Raph insists Sierra would attempt to predate a moose if she saw one, as she is, to quote him, ‘braver than Vin Diesel’. I hope he is wrong about her behaviour but assume he is not.

When Raph suggested providing them with a live lobster for enrichment, it locked its claws onto Tango’s lower leg and now all four regard lobsters with suspicion and occasional alarm calls.

Quebec in particular loves liver and will knock Leo over if he’s holding a sheep liver, a habit I have fortunately been able to record for further evaluation.

[beardedmrbean]

“White ppl made Chicago” That look like one of those godforsaken black neighborhoods I sometimes drive past in Chicago area. Not to mention Chicago been blue af before I was born.

Is she really blaming white people for what government, our non white mayors like lightfoot did to our city?

I mean I live in the Chicago suburbs, but dear lord the half of the suburbs became shitholes here

Why do black Americans want a ethostate so bad? I mean I’m black, but why don’t my community point out how Wakanda did jackshit during the slave trades in the marvel universe?

Economically depressed areas know no race, not saying that the racial breakdown in them is a accurate representation of the population in general but it's not entirely a race issue.

#1 thing that folks in jail have in common is lack of a father/father figure, not entirely sure that got to be such a big part of the black community but here we are and it's a running gag.

Understanding that it's a comedy, still the plot point of trying to stick around to be a father to his kid with the woman that has 12 kids from different dads already is at least slightly detrimental. It's that "normalize" thing again.

Every time I think about this scene I laugh my ass off, the writing, acting, and the fact that it takes place is a nice suburban neighborhood all come toghether.

cracking jokes is good, but man they do wind up making their way into influencing reality too.

It's a joke there's no need or way to fix it. At least for some people.

Got to get people to want to care thought, you can get your neighborhood back in some semblance of shape things will likely begin to improve in other ways too.

As for the ethnostate, that's because they're racists.

It's also a fairly small % of the population, but for some reason they pin every problem they have on white people and think getting away from them and just going it on their own will solve the problems they have somehow.

Problem is when you've spent generations telling yourselves that you're victims to the point that it's all you know doesn't matter if you get what you want or not, you'll find a way to make yourself a victim anyhow.

I don't claim to know what all is going on here, but it really feels like the solidarity melts away really really fast in some cases with some groups.

Not even racial, but ya this exchange up here is gonna be amplified by 10,000 if an ethnostate forms in the US.

Regardless of the ethnicity or race of the people involved, because they're going to be racists and that won't change only the target of their racism will.

Can't explain it too well I know, it's insanity and there's a whole lot of that about.

I hope this makes sense, my knee is screaming at me so I may be a little scattered from the pain atm.

[triple--a--threat]

so about voltron

idk where this post is gonna go, but i have thoughts and feelings about this show and needed to get them out. so. rambley post it is.

i dont think it's new information for anyone that voltron and its fandom suck major ass, unless you've been living under a rock, and in that case, get back under that rock sweetie. this show sucks a fuckton and this rambling will be nothing more than critique and bashing. anyways

at the end of season 2 shiro was going to die in the original "plan" as far as we know. we were gonna get a heroic sacrifice and the team would go back to its 1984 setup with allura piloting the blue lion. except of course the machinations of the universe are beyond us so shiro did not in fact. die. he was the most popular character and his merch sold the most, so he couldn't possibly die this early on. who else would've made dreamworks their pure gold bars?

so as daddy dreamworks demanded, the writers delivered and un-unalived shiro, completely disregarding their original flimsy shambling excuse of a plan in exchange for among the worst plotlines i have ever seen anywhere. possibly the worst that exist in all of television ever. we got 4 seasons (well really 2) of completely directionless, contrieved, contradictory, and mind-numbing bullshit. stuff happens because someone wanted it to. 2 eps later something very contradictory happens because someone else wanted it to. i cannot stress this enough it feels like the writters were split into factions each of whom had very different ideas about literally everything in this fucking show. some of the dialogue actually feels like someone just wrote down the arguments and fighting going down in the writer's room. shit was made up along the way as the show went on for far longer than it had the right to, and for each and every fucking plotline the writers were divided and kept on shooting themselves (and the others too don't forget) in the foot for the sliver of chance that their story will be canon. just completely backstabbing each other for the sake of it and no regard for what is actually happening. it would be hilarious if it hadn't destroyed my sanity. and for a bit of a personal opinion, a liitle ymmv, none of the writers had any good ideas actually. even ignoring the nonsense opposite fuckery happening, none of the plotlines were good lmao. please end this and me oh god.

as a result we got a completely wish-washy, flip-flopping, self-contradictory, reductive mess of a show which never had any good original ideas or story much less a fucking plot or even a plan in some direction. the writers had no goal except to get their plot on the paper disjoint from everything else with jackshit regard to the overarching storyline. well if there was anything resembling an overarching storyline in the first place.

ig i'll talking specifically about the some of the worst offenders in the "the writers never thought of anything" situation - the allura racism arc, the clone shiro arc, and fucking lotor. oh my fucking god motherfucking lotor. holy shit they fucked him up.

i dunno where to begin with the allura racism arc except for the fact that it was DUMB. completely out of the blue and so fucking forced. for a princess of a diplomatic people she sure is fuckin racist for no fucking reason. even if she doesn't trust any and all galra (ig they didn't have unity in diversity activities in altea), she has no reason to not trust keith. like. my guy what. he proved himself as a paladin of voltron and has directly and indirectly saved her ass. why is she racist oh my god. and why doesn't coran hold any animosity towards the galra? he also lost his homeworld (and alfor)? and he lived on altea for far longer? ig women are emotional or smth. man. i also liked (absolutely despised) the the fact that it kinda took a #notallgalra turn and i was jesting about it and then they actually said that in the fucking show. hey allura not all galra are bad. hey allura stop being a bitch. and then the writers forgot about it btw and made allura racist again 2 seasons later. hmm. wut. also they never checked their own internalised racism or whatever as *points to zethrid's design*. lmao. WAIT also the conflation of racism with speciesism. yknow. using anti speciesism messages as anti racism messages. classic white person living in california moment.

alright the clone shiro arc. because its the keith and shiro show and we can't loose half of our money milking cow. and we shan't make them explicitly gay. only allude to it and sprinkle in family brother stuff so nobody actually thinks they're gay. that would be blasphemous. we shall continue with our pseudo-incest for the rest of the show and give shiro a last minute husband so they don't haul our ass for gaybaiting and burying our gays because we somehow managed to do both of them. anyways where was i. oh right shiro died but they had to bring him back blah blah but they made a clone of him for? reasons? while the real shiro is in the subconscious of the black lion or smth for unexplained reasons. i have absolutely no idea why they did that. they have a carbon copy of shiro in terms of everything - personality, fighting capabilities, homoerotic scenes with keith - for jackshit reasons while they could have the actual real shiro running around but i guess not. the clone is the exact same as the real guy until he isn't. because. we need more drama in this over extended bullshit show i guess??? clearly we don't have enough stuff going on we must make it more exhausting and confusing to watch. also clone shiro is as good and noble as normal shiro until he got a headache and now he's evil at the flick of a switch and retains none of his previous personality and is therefore irredeemably evil and nothing can be done to save him. he's bad and evil and must be forgotten. they never mention him again later on except for a throwaway comment on how evil he was except he wasn't evil guys you're not gonna fool anyone. oh and btw the real shiro's soul or whatever got supplanted in the clone's body because idk man where his original body went and he retained all the memories of his clone self because isn't that convenient. fuck everything. also this arc culminates in the best episode of this show despite everything wrong with the events leading up to it and the way they handle lotor in this episode. more on him later. it's literally among my favourites now 10/10 would watch again it was so fucking good. kill me. i.

again, i don't know where to begin with lotor - such an interesting character who got the short end of the stick. the worst victim of the writers' squabbles. i genuinely liked him a lot and then. such a shame. well there are other characters- oh no. there aren't any other even remotely interesting characters. not good, no no, no one is good in this show, but just fun to watch.

he starts off as an antagonist to team voltron but he's not actually a threat. he maybe wants to use them to further his goals but really he isn't the villain per se. which sucks because there aren't any villains in the show now cause the previous main villain is out of commission for who knows how long. and then whoops lotor has to kill one of his generals and then the other generals betray him and now i guess he's with voltron now. sure why not. interesting turn of events. at least it isn't boring. i'm having fun can't you see. then he kills the previous villain (who is his father did i mention that) in episode two of season five. yes s05e02. i dont know any more than you do. and now it sucks even more cause theres literally no fucking villain rn. then he and allura start working on quintessence or whatever because she learns that he is half altean and btw do you remember she is racist. now since he is not 100% galra (bad people) but half galra half altean (good people. her people) she smooches him and stuff and. also btw all this fuckery is happening alongside the climax of clone shiro arc. yeah this show may suck. whatever evil shiro who wasnt evil is defeated and lotors really helped team voltron and the galra empire is going to stop conquering worlds and the show is going to end on a mid note. well.

EXCEPT SIKE BITCH LOTOR IS PURE CRAZY EVIL FUCK YOU FOR EVER ROOTING FOR HIM. FUCK HIS WHOLE CHARACTER BEING ALL "IM NOT MY FATHER" AND THEN AT THE END 180ING MAKING HIM JUST LIKE HIS FATHER. FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK THIS SHOW YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEWHAT GOOD. WELL FUCK YOU IT AINT EVEN SOMEWHAT GOOD.

i. im just so disappointed in his character and the plot twist for the sake of twist that i cant even express how disappointed i am except for shouting through the use of all caps. one final fuck this show

[in-between-2-spaces]

About it:

The show.

This was something that was bound to happen.

I had already said so much about that show it may seem redundant to talk about so I'll limit myself. since it died and I will say... What did HE expect?

I know it was made with good Intentions and in part by their own pocket money to make it but you can't expect a show that had a topic or story that many people in fandom felt that it was already told about and an idea that wasn't well received to survived today's industry you know?

It was an "announced death" you could say.

Because...

why. would. you. do. this???

I don't wanna say it was the wife's idea all along because I am sure that he also could be blind enough in fandom " faith " to make this show as an excuse to just to get the "mothership" show going. But something tells me he sat with her, he told her how much he will miss everything about the old show and she was like "lets do it then!" thinking it would be easy.

She has shown sometimes she is not that bright but has alot of the spirit and motivation to make things happen, so the show got pitched.

One fair theory i have was that they had a few ideas in mind to keep the show going, they got in contact with some people of the network to have a sort of safety net on what works and what not, they went back to them and said "none of those will convince them unless it has to do directly with the main characters of the show". they both were bummed out but kept thinking, thought that the parents story wasn't told enough (which the show actually did "enough" but again, not that bright) and went "lets make a story about them and try to link it with the main story!" they got one of the writers that made good OCs and eps in the last seasons, told them their idea and said "do your magic", the writer wrote the pitch including one of the beloved characters (good hook) and sent it to the network and got approved, just because it had to do with the main characters in a way.

A bait and switch.

But this is one of my theories, not factual( don't go around saying I have real tea or something, I have jackshit) To fill up the plot, they added 3 diverse characters (one to appease gay community) with the parents and did like a hunter/mystery gang that later some of the fandom named them the "scoobies".

Now, another theory I have with this gang concept was that, the actor showrunner wanted just J and M to be the show and go around meeting people and fighting along side with them, just like the old show. Lots of action.

But the wife...wanted also heart in it (romance) and how they fell in love the series.

Nothing wrong with adding romance because almost all shows have them, but the way it was portrayed in the show was ...dumb and boring. Unless that they used it to keep the show very low budget which make sense how the final product turned out to be. And not to mention that the way they were a match wasn't like that at all. For those who haven't watched the original, do you know how they got together?

By Force.

(Spoilers Season 4)

Cupid made them a couple as a request from heaven to make the perfect vessels for Michael and Lucifer.

That's it. no special encounter or meaningful fate. It was forced.

They just took the idea of J and M meeting up as the main plot of the show... ...that turns out to be BS in the end because it was an alternative universe (LMAO)

which makes me think this was just made to please the wife and fandom, not himself. He never gets to enjoy what he likes I believe. But again, he loves his wife and his too good so doesn't surprise me he puts himself second before others.

But this cost the quality of the product and gave a mediocre series (sorry dude, it was pure GARBAGE)

Which makes me go to my next question: Did they really made a production company just for this show? Because they haven't released anything else since then and this show was announced 2 years ago.

The wife HAS a project with one of the other actors, but whatever it is, it is probably just the 2 of them, the other actor wont be involved (like always). So there you go. The fandom finally died that day. And like always, please stay dead, you guys were annoying and narcissistic like you always claim to not be.

Do something productive with your lonely lives. Fuck Off.

[maykop1010]

Oh look another keyboard warrior who has done jackshit for the Uyghur Muslims who likes to yap about shit they know nothing about.

Ireland wants to expand how we define "genocide" in international law to better protect vulnerable groups. Genocide doesn't always mean outright killing. Ireland wants to include actions like forcing people out of their homes, destroying their culture, or making it impossible for them to survive as a group. Right now, proving genocide requires showing that someone intended to physically destroy a group. Ireland says we should also include situations where the goal is to erase the group's identity or existence through policies or systematic harm. Current rules don't fully protect civilians in situations where their communities are being systematically harmed. Ireland wants to change that by recognizing a wider range of harmful actions as genocide. Ireland believes actions like long-term oppression, destruction of essential infrastructure (like water or hospitals), or making life impossible for a group should be seen as part of genocide.

But yes let’s make a it all about yourself righteous, fake outrage for the Uyghur Muslims.

Meanwhile the beacon of democracy, committing war crimes, apartheid, genocide and ethnic cleansing:

The former Israel defense minister:

"I speak on behalf of commanders who serve in northern Gaza," he said. "War crimes are being committed here."

In a separate interview with Democrat TV on Saturday, he said that the Israeli government was seeking "to conquer, to annex, to carry out ethnic cleansing."

"The path we are being dragged down is one of occupation, annexation, and ethnic cleansing in the Gaza Strip."

When pressed to clarify his use of the term "ethnic cleansing, he elaborated:

"What is happening there? There is no more Beit Lahiya, no more Beit Hanoun; the army intervenes in Jabalia, and in reality, the land is being cleared of Arabs."

I guess he's on Iran's payroll? Or is it Russia? China? The Gulf countries? No, he must be khamas.

CNN 2024: Israel's government has approved a large land seizure in the occupied West Bank - the biggest since the 1993 Oslo Accords set out a path for peace between Israel and the Palestinians, according to the Israeli rights group Peace Now.

The Israeli military's Civil Administration department, which manages civilian matters in the West Bank, issued the declaration on June 25 converting the area into state land, according to a document from the body, but the official notice wasn't posted until Wednesday, Peace Now said.

The declaration covers a 1,270 hectare (3,138 acre) section of the Jordan Valley in the eastern West Bank near Jericho, the document from the Civil Administration shows.

According to the report, declaring land as state property is one of Israel's primary methods for asserting control over the occupied territories. Once land is designated as state land, Israel no longer recognizes it as privately owned by Palestinians.

Thwarting' Palestinian statehood

Separately, on Monday Israel's Higher Planning Council, the government body responsible for greenlighting new housing construction in parts of the West Bank, said it would move to approve thousands of new housing units in dozens of Israeli settlements, according to Peace Now.

Israel's Finance Minister Bezalel Smotrich, who also holds a position in the Defense Ministry with significant control over civilian matters in the occupied West Bank, celebrated the move in a Wednesday post on X.

"Building the good country and thwarting the establishment of a Palestinian state. MTA is meeting this morning to approve over 5,000 housing units," he wrote, using an acronym for The Higher Planning Council.

Smotrich spoke about preventing the occupied West Bank from becoming a part of an independent Palestinian state, according to leaked audio of a speech he gave in June.

A January 2024 poll by Tel Aviv University found that 51% of Israeli Jews believed the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) were using an appropriate amount of force in Gaza, while 43% felt the military was not using enough force.

As of October 2024, approximately 66% of Gaza's buildings have been damaged or destroyed, resulting in an estimated 42 million tonnes of rubble. 44,000 (estimated low) have been killed with 70% being women and children. Israeli Intelligence Has Deemed Hamas-Run Health Ministry's Death Toll Figures Generally Accurate

A January 2024 poll revealed that 72% of Israelis supported halting the entry of humanitarian aid into Gaza until all Israeli captives were returned. A February 2024 survey by the Israel Democracy Institute found that over two-thirds of Jewish Israelis opposed the transter of humanitarian aid to Gaza, even when facilitated by international organizations unaffiliated with Hamas or UNRWA. Supporting collective punishment, and starving of men, women and children which is a war crime.

Israel adopted the British colonizer system of laws to oppress the Palestinians. For example:

Administrative Detention used to detain individuals without charge or trial, justified as a security measure.

Home Demolitions: This practice is considered collective punishment, which is prohibited by international law.

"Over the years, Israel used these regulations extensively in the Occupied Territories to punish and deter. The Regulations served as the authority for Israel to demolish and seal hundreds of houses, deport residents, administratively detain thousands of persons, and impose closures and curfews on towns and villages."

Israeli Citizens (including settlers in the West Bank):

Governed by Israeli civil law, which guarantees rights such as freedom of movement, voting, and access to resources and services.

Palestinians in the West Bank: Governed by Israeli military law, which allows for practices like detention without trial, restrictions on movement, and limited access to Israeli courts.

Palestinians: Subject to severe movement restrictions, such as checkpoints, permits, and the separation barrier (commonly referred to as the "apartheid wall").

Movement between the West Bank and Gaza is almost entirely restricted.

Israeli settlers: Free to travel within the West Bank and to Israel without restrictions.

Israeli settlements in the West Bank are considered illegal under international law, yet settlers receive state support, infrastructure, and services from the Israeli government.

Palestinians in the same areas face home demolitions, land confiscation, and limited access to infrastructure like water and electricity.

Water: Israeli settlers have significantly greater access to water resources in the West Bank than Palestinians.

Land: Land allocated to Israeli settlements is often taken from Palestinian communities, while Palestinians face severe restrictions on building or developing their land.

Palestinians in the West Bank are tried in military courts, which have high conviction rates and limited procedural protections.

Israeli settlers in the same areas are tried under civilian law, which provides more robust legal safeguards.

Israeli citizens (Jewish and some non-Jewish) have full citizenship rights, including voting and freedom of movement.

Palestinians in East Jerusalem are often "permanent residents" rather than citizens, with fewer rights.

Across these decades, consistent allegations of:

• Physical Torture: Beatings, electrocution, and stress positions.

• Psychological Torture: Threats to family members, humiliation, and sensory deprivation.

• Sexual Abuse: Reports of sexual violence, including rape and harassment, against male and female detainees.

• Administrative Detention: Thousands held without charge or trial, often for years.

These accounts have been documented by international organizations like Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, and the UN, as well as Israeli rights groups such as B'Tselem and HaMoked.

But you keyboard warrior don’t wanna talk about all that right?

Ask urself why the UN hasn't condemned China for genocide of its Uyghur Muslims despite camps designed for genocide, has been happening since before Oct 7, and millions more Uyghurs have been murdered (hint it begins with an A and ends with ntisemitsm)

[elementroar]

Ok so, I admit this is actually copium on some level, but I think this would actually be a cool twist that helps involve a character in the story of House of the Dragon who otherwise wouldn’t be according to Fire & Blood.

Episode 10 pointedly lingered on Rhaena when Daemon was talking about claiming Vermithor or any other dragon on Dragonstone. Obviously this is going to be her ‘arc’, she’s going to claim a dragon, and finally find her confidence.

But see, this doesn’t actually happen in Fire & Blood. Supposedly she gets shipped off to the Vale and only there does she finally hatch a new hatchling called Morning. She doesn’t even get to be involved in much of the conflicts, not to the extent of Baela AFAIK.

But what if she does claim a full-grown dragon, one that she can actually ride? That’s a big change so how would she fit? So here’s my little theory.

See Nettles is actually exactly the age that Baela and Rhaena are in the show. The latest art book pointedly depicts that Nettles is black, or tan at least. But the same art book is of course running on the description of the Velayrons as being identical to Targaryens, not the show’s depiction.

Unless we take that the show is indeed the truth, than Fire & Blood literally whitewashed the Velaryons in-universe, maybe because they really did get diluted over time with too much Targaryen and Andal blood. Corlys made a point that he himself doesn’t care for blood, he just wants names, which kind of sets up why 150-200 years later, it’s entirely possible the the Velaryons are identical to Targaryens, and everyone assumes that’s always been the case.

Anyway, back to the theory so. Rhaena so far actually has more definite character traits than her sister Baela. We know she feels inadequate and ignored by Daemon because she thinks it’s cos she lacks a dragon, and this does bother her a lot. Currently, she seems very close to Rhaenyra as well, being her cupbearer and being close to her side, and attentive to her needs. She wants approval from her parents, both her dad and stepmom.

If she claims a dragon, and say she wants to fly as a messenger or envoy just like Lucerys did, do you think Rhaenyra would allow that? Her precious stepdaughter, the one she has been raising for the past 6 years, and after Visenya, probably her favourite daughter now (since Baela spent more time on Driftmark). No, she would tell her to go to the Vale, maybe as an envoy at first but also to keep her away from the fighting. Rhaenyra would prolly forbid her from leaving the Vale.

But storywise, I don’t think they want to have the great adventures of Rhaena doing jackshit in the Vale waiting for an egg to hatch like F&B stated. No I think she has a claimed dragon, maybe unknown to everyone else.

So what if her dragon isn’t Vermithor (it’s more dramatic if that still goes to the Dragonseeds imo), what if it’s Sheepstealer?

You see where I’m going with this? Rhaena with a full grown dragon would not sit still imo. She wants to leave the Vale but ofc she can’t go back to Dragonstone. What if she went off to find her dad, Daemon? And to prevent any news coming back to Rhaenyra that she left the safety of the Vale if she’s spotted, she figured out a way to dye her hair black or she cuts it off, like Laenor did. Nettles becomes her pseudonym.

Daemon would be impressed by her doing this, and prolly be like yeah, father-daughter take on the world and fighting on dragonback. And this kind of lines up to the accounts that they behaved more like father and daughter. You could even tie-in to the whitewashing of history if we take the show to still be the truth. F&B then describes Nettles/Rhaena as she actually looks, because the sources with Daemon never knew they were looking at Rhaena Targaryen under a pseudonym. The other accounts say she was left in the Vale, and future historians all believe Velayrons are identical to Targaryens, therefore they never wig Nettles and Rhaena could be one and the same or that she could be Daemon’s actual daughter by Laena.

Case in point, Westeros has no portrait culture at all. It’s very unusual but does mean no painted portrait of even Kings were kept, so accounts of how people looked was only though writing.

What’s more, this could create an incredible twist to the battle over the god’s eye. We saw it as Daemon going on suicide run into a battle he couldn’t survive, because he was heartbroken and tired by the orders from Rhaenyra (which may have been written by Mysaria).

But who actually has the most reason to take out on Aemond? Aemond, who took her mother’s dragon while she was grieving. Aemond who killed her betrothed Lucerys and set off the entire war. It’s a fitting point of her arc to try to take on Vhagar.

What if, in the twist of the show, Daemon had told Rhaena to return to Dragonstone when he realized just how far Rhaenyra misunderstood the entire situation between them from afar. But Rhaena/Nettles instead attempted to fly on and engage Aemond and Vhagar, leading to Daemon having no choice but to quickly fly to intercept his daughter who had been so enraged that Aemond still flies free.

Like, the main thing that would break this idea is if Rhaenyra ever sees Nettles face to face basically, cos then it wouldn’t make sense ofc. But then again, it’s easy to simply state she never knew and only heard about her after she mysteriously appeared on a dragon wherever Daemon was. The whole point is she wouldn’t even know what’s happening for real, and Mysaria could easily play on her paranoia.

The main thing is the story of the show really plays up about the agency of women in the story. Rhaena’s does nothing in basically the entire civil war. She is described as literally looking pretty and being entertained while hosted at the Vale, while waiting for her dragon to hatch. That is a shit story for her, very unsatisfying.

On the flipside too, while Daemon is not meant to be good and the showrunners keep stating he is not a good man, there’s a whole other level of skeeviness if they have him shack up with a girl who is exactly the same age and look as his daughters. Like for real, there’s no way to salvage that at all. Especially when they make a point he wasn’t that in love with Laena after a while, when he was with her when she was younger than Rhaenyra in the show. You can even have this being the reason Daemon felt so offended and betrayed, that Rhaenyra (or Mysaria posing as her) would imply that level of depravity of him, that that’s how low Rhaenyra could see him.

So this is why I propose this big twist. Rhaena gets to stay a presence in the whole show, gets an actual arc, Daemon gets to finally showcase his dad-chops, maybe last chance to actually act more like a dad (as the accounts do record he did). Can even round off with Sheepstealer maybe dying while trying to get Rhaena away from Vhagar, and hence why when she does return to the Vale, she does hatch Morning.

Anyway, that’s just my theorycrafting for now. Ever since Laenor lived, and how personality changes have happened for all of them (show-Daemon and show-Rhaenyra don't actually act like their book counterparts as much, especially Rhaenyra is very different between screen and page), I realized anything goes in the narrative as long as the big moneyshots still happen. Even confirmed deaths can be changed, so I feel there’s all kinds of possibilities.

[mariapanpan1833]

Sooooo kinda binged watched the hell outta Arcane, knowing Jackshit about league of legends so I figured I'd give my own rating of it (Don't worry, there isn't any spoilers)

Artwork and special effects: 10/10- holy fuck, every episode has movie level quality.

Storytelling: 10/10- I wish I wrote it, because holy hell would I be getting paid.

Characters and character building: 9.99/10 - Only cause I'm a tad salty of unanswered questions about everything

World building: 8.5/10 - Maybe inaccurate, they showed some bits of World building in the first bit that I really like (I can't blame TV being a tad mysterious) but there are still wonders about stuff that maybe could've been explained then, but then again I know nothing about league of legends.

Music: 10/10 - Mostly cause of IMAGINE DRAGONS

Diversity: 7.6 - I'm salty, it could be darker lol

Fighting Scenes - 10/10 I fucking love it

I have no fucking clue what that rounds out to, but they're good numbers on my end.

If you like gay shows(Shera, Steven Universe, Kipo, Gravity Falls) its definitely got that but it can be a really gruesome but that makes it all the more fun.

[postsforposting]

imo a lot of people are introduced to "literary analysis" via terrible church bible camp, as children, where they are told "this is the answer and if you don't like the answer i'm going to hurt you". this teaches people that there is An Answer that People Already Know, much like how in math there is One Answer To The Problem. but the way church teaches you what that answer is, is to make you memorize it, and absolutely demolish all ability to analyze things for what they are: it does not matter that this character is acting like a jackass and is morally corrupt, because we have decided we like that guy. it does not matter that this entire story is batshit insane and impossible, it means nothing, it has zero implications, you cannot infer anything at all, unless i told you what things mean then they mean nothing.

much like mindless sitcoms, where characters doing things....means absolutely jackshit for their characterization. people being foul doesn't mean they're bad people. shows are not designed to have meaning or in-universe coherence or be acquainted with the concept of consequences.

when children are raised like that.....they learn that nothing matters. things just are. they don't mean anything. it's like teaching kids biology, but everything is separate, nothing is connected to anything else: leg bone doesn't connect to the foot bone, how the stomach operates has zero meaning for how the rest of the body works. nothing has any meaning you can derive, nothing you can connect to anything else. like if counting had nothing to do with addition and subtraction. where does the brain get its nutrients from? well hell idk, the brain has nothing to do with the stomach, why do you expect me to know this when you've not told me the answer?

it doesn't help that lots of kids are also raised to believe that the rules they live by in their own house with are....literally just that, statements with zero justification, unexaminable and handed down from on high. "why is this the rule?" because i fucking said so, i'm the adult, how dare you question me, i now get to hurt you. when you raise kids like that, you completely delete their ability to think for themselves, to ask questions, to be curious, to notice how things work. that's the goal of that type of parenting.

all that ruins the ability of people to do basic literary analysis, where you need to be able to think and examine why you think things. and in schools, the way it's taught, people are handed themes and given the thing they're supposed to look for, they're never asked things like "what is a main theme of this work" or "what does this color represent and why". thinking isn't allowed, you're handed what you're supposed to do, again just as if there's ironclad answers already decided by the authority. you're never really taught how to take a work apart and build these ideas. any teacher who does try that, they're hounded out because parents think that's too hard for kids to do, which will make kids get a bad grade, and that can't be tolerated.

people have to be taught how to do things before they can be expected to know how to do them. very few people are newton, who can just invent math on the fly. people aren't taught this stuff, they're actively taught terrible ways of looking at it, it's no wonder people are awful at it and think wildly incorrect things. because the way most people think about this stuff is based on how they feel about it, superficial stuff: it's about space exploration, and it ends on a happy note, so therefore space exploration and empire expansion must be good. they've not been taught how to examine whether that gut notion is correct.

this also applies to every other subject too, not just literature.

Look, I like Star Trek...well, not "as much as the next nerd," I know the next nerd and that's a real high bar. But I do like Star Trek quite a bit.

Even so. I'm becoming increasingly convinced that the Trek franchise bears heavy responsibility for the spread of a particular brand of brain rot amongst some of the smartest and most creative people in my society.

Here I am referring to the intertwined reflexive-idealization-of-space-life and reflexive-idealization-of-frontier-exploration. TOS and TNG, between them, present a fantasy universe in which voyaging into the vast dark unknown produces interesting and philosophically-meaningful outcomes on a weekly basis. And it's not like anyone is consciously fooled by this narrative contrivance, but...that thing being formative explains so much.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Number 10 from the creativeprompts soulmate au list (names) for Blupjeans plz 🥺

10. Names - their soulmate’s name is written on their body (maybe only initials)

Soulmate Prompts

Sentence Starters

(Send one from either/a combo from each!)

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"Alright," Davenport said, clapping his hands together. "Thank you all for coming on time." He sent a pointed look at Magnus, who was almost late. Magnus had the decency to duck his head a little. "As you know, the ship's launch isn't for another few weeks but it's very important for us to know each other well and, at this point, I don't think anyone knows anyone else. Except for the twins, of course. Uh, so first thing's first, we're gonna go around in a circle and say our names, pronouns, and positions on board. Maybe a fun fact, if you're feeling up to it.. I'll start."

Lup saw Taako roll his eyes from next to her and she had to admit, yeah, this wasn't a great start. She understood why they were doing this, of course. The engine ran off bonds and like Davenport had said, they didn't know jackshit about each other. Well, she knew a few things about Davenport, but besides that.

"My name's Davenport," Davenport was saying. "He/him pronouns. I'm the Captain for this trip and, uh, let's see. My fun fact is that I'm the oldest of four siblings. Lucretia, how about you next?"

Lucretia, a young human girl, who had been writing everything Davenport had said down, jumped. She cleared her throat a little and said,

"Lucretia, she/her, I'm the chronicler for this mission and I-" She blinked as if trying to think of anything fun about herself. "My favorite color is blue? Is that anything?"

"Uniform must suck for her," Taako whispered into her ear. Lup snorted behind her hand. The next person was up, another young-looking human. He had a scar across his eyebrow. Taako leaned forward slightly.

"Magnus Burnsides," he boomed. "I use he/him and uhh- I've got a cute lil' puppy back home named Marmalade. She's a cocker spaniel and I love her, but she is unfortunately not allowed to come into space. Oh, I'm the security officer!"

"Lup, she/her," Lup said easily, looking around at the six of them- well, the five. Taako already knew who she was. The person sitting on Davenport's other side jolted a little when she started talking, going from his polite but bored facade to actually looking interested. When she met his eye, he blushed a little and looked away. "I'm gonna be a chef and arcanist for this mission, you're welcome, and my fun fact is... I've got a twin. Surprise."

Taako made a choking sound next to her. His shoulders were shaking slightly with laughter when he got his turn to speak.

"It's, uh, Taako, he/him, please and thank you, uh- also a chef and arcanist. And, in a shocking turn of events, I've also got a twin. Imagine that."

"M' names Merle," said the next person, a crunchy-looking dwarf. He had on a red hawaiian t-shirt instead of his red robe. "He/him, resident medic and biologist, and I'm also one of the Institute's on-campus medics if that means anything to ya."

Finally, it came to the person who had sat up a bit when Lup spoke. He was an older human, a little past the middle of his life, if Lup had to guess. His whole getup screamed "nerd!!" He was obviously trying not to make it known, but he was looking very carefully for Lup's reaction when he spoke.

"I'm Barry Bluejeans," he said, ignoring the way Magnus snickered, just a little. "He/him, and uh. I'm a professor at- uh, at Hartlepool University. Also the head scientist for this mission."

"You're kidding," Taako said next to her, quiet enough so that only she could hear. "Is he actually-"

Lup nodded a bit, just as gobsmacked. And, as if to confirm their suspicions, he rolled up his sleeve a bit as Davenport began talking again and showed them the name, in golden ink, written on his wrist.

Lup.

[legionofpotatoes]

The other problem with the Mandalorian rn is it started off as something anyone could enjoy. Hardcore fans, casual fans, or complete newcomers. Now... if you don’t know xyz about every single show or obscure lore, you’re lost. Mandalorian started off strong bc we were seeing new and unexplored parts of the universe. And now it’s done a 180 on that set rule from season 1 and is expanding way too quickly. I feel like it’s lost sight of what it wants to be a show about.

I mean a little bit, yeah, and case in point. It’s like a nasty side-effect of sidelining dramatic arc construction for your heroes and instead leaning into episodic busywork with bit too much fervor and little follow-through. Would have disagreed with you maybe 1-2 episodes ago, but the 13th was a jarring example of exactly what you’re saying. I could draw a direct comparison between cobb vanth and ahsoka, both members of non-movie lore, both being integrated into the episodic/thematic storytelling of the show, both with diametrically opposite levels of success. We got introduced to steaming hot silver fox space olyphant as a sheriff of a town with needs, wants, and a context for mando to fit in; so he 100% worked as both an offshoot fan service plug and an expansion of the universe for us unknowing fans. And his role ended with clear story beats, textbook stuff. While with ahsoka, you got a healthy dose of assumed intent (again, those few opening seconds of her mercilessly slaughtering dudes in a forest were.. a choice), and her literal personal conflict end hinged on a namedrop that meant literal jackshit to me. Even bo-katan’s mcguffin chase had at least some context for show-watchers, while this was plain MCU-level silly. I get it’s supposed to be a cool promise, but do we need this now, for this story? And if not, then why was its articulation warranting a B-plot at all?

It’s honestly too much to get into now, but yeah. I don’t think that’s a different problem either, just a natural extension of what I have my own beef with. If they focus on dramatizing mando/grogu’s arc, any episodic salad dressing will work like gangbusters. They just have to find courage and shift that status quo, but with disney, who the f knows!