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toastywatchesstevenuniverse · 1 year ago

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S1 E45

Rose's Scabbard

Okay so I've learned a lot today.

Also this episode much like the fireworks one made me..

Very uncomfortable. But even more so than that one did.

This episode was just......really fucking sad man.

First off:

None of the gems seemed to like Greg so far (Except Amethyst) but Pearl especially seemed particularly not very fond of him. I kinda didn't think much about that. I just assumed it was because "Greg is a slob & Pearl doesn't like that he's a slob." And honestly given his current state in the show rn, I ain't exactly too fond of the man either. Though the winter episode definitely made me like him more.

But uh....now I'm starting to think Pearl's distaste for him isn't as simple as that. Because Pearl....

This whole episode Pearl was being like....

Okay look we can't word this in any other way: PEARL WAS BEING A MASSIVE HOMO™ THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE GOD DAMN SHE WAS GAY™ AS FUCK ABOUT ROSE THIS EPISODE LIKE WOAH OKAY NOW I GET WHATS GOING ON HERE. PEARL IS A MASSIVE FUCKING LESBIAN™ FOR ROSE & NOW THAT THIS REVEAL HAS HIT. Well to be honest that actually explains a lot. Like, huh, yeah actually this makes sense & explains a lot about why she's like this.

Guys when I called her a Gay™ Disaster™ all the way back in the start I wasn't expecting to actually be correct. I was like half joking when I said that????

I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY I WASNT TRYING TO BE A PROPHET HERE WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS I ACTUALLY CORRECT¿???????¿¿¿¿¿???

I WAS JUST BEING A GOOF WHY DID I END UP HAVING THE GIFT OF PROPHECY???? FUCK OFF APOLLO.

PEARL & ROSE WERE APPARENTLY 'VERY CLOSE FRIENDS'. ROOMMATES OR WHATNOT. SHE EVEN FUCKING BLUSHED & HAD THE QUEER™ EYELASHES. DAMN PEARL I THINK YOU MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM A CASE OF BEING A FUCKING SIMP, YOU FUCKING LESBIAN™.

MY GAYDAR™ IS OFF THE CHARTS RIGHT NOW. THIS MF IS GAY™ AS FUCK. 💀 THIS IS BEYOND NORMAL GAY™. THIS IS ADVANCED GAY™.

So idk what happened that led to Rose vetting with Greg but yeah, suddenly I'm realizing Pearl disliking Greg is definitely a case of her being....

Well. And excuse me for the vulgar metaphor here but I can't resist.

Pearl is bitter because Greg was the one who got to put the sword in Rose's Scabbard when she wanted to put her sword in there in the first place.

And honestly if I lost out to someone like Greg who....let's face it is kind of a pretty shit dad so far. Yeah I'd be bitter too. It actually makes the fact she's the one trying the hardest to be Steven's mother make more sense & honeslty it makes her even more sympathetic. He's the closest thing she has left of Rose & the fact she's so caring & all just....if Rose had to sacrifice herself for Steven to exist, the fact Pearl isn't resentful towards Steven at all for that is so nice. Because it'd be so easy for the writers to just have her be like that for cheap drama but no, they don't. Thank you for that writers. That's so wise to avoid that bullshit bc I'd hate this episode if they went that direction....look idk how to word this rn but damn Pearl has some serious emotional issues. And Amethyst had some trauma reveal a few episodes ago too....

So if this pattern continues....

Guys I don't even know if I want to find out what fucked up shit Garnet is going through because I feel like hers is probably gonna be the most fucked up of the lot. Like I don't even think I WANT to find out what shit she's carrying in her head. I mean....like, fuck all of these people need therapy & a hug.

Anyways Pearl was definitely being shitty by the halfway mark (I mean what she said to Steven was legit fucked up I ain't gonna lie, like, damn, you said that to a CHILD, Pearl. Holy shit. I get that you're upset about the wife thing but he's literally a child I think he's probably upset about his mom being gone just as much as you are.) but y'know-

Okay quick side note: Amethyst I get that Pearl was being shitty but you have no right to be talking shit about her like you didn't just do some pretty fucked up shit just a couple episodes ago. Neither of y'all are in ANY position to be acting all high & mighty. Pearl just SAID something but you straight up fucking used your transformation magic to torment a man about his dead wife. You don't have any fucking high ground here girl. Garnet is the only one of you that has any room to be acting above it. She hasn't done anything like that so far so she's the only one that gets to talk shit. Sit tf down ma'am.

ahem, anyways Amethyst was being shitty too just a bit ago. And like I said then: when you're that mentally fucked it leads to that kinda behavior. It's not an excuse but it does mean you know there's a legit reason for why they'd act out like this. And it's not entirely their fault that they have a tendency to be that irrational. But Pearl, like Amethyst, you can tell she felt remorse.

Again, the way they resolve it without a drawn out argument...but instead it's just Pearl openly showing her vulnerability & Steven just showing her a sign of affection. No argument. No yelling. Just a genuine moment of sincere emotion. Steven understood. While what she said was horrible, he gets why she said it. They both miss her. But they have eahcother. I am going to fucking sob typing this oh my god.

Yeah this episode made me cry a lot. Absolutely stellar episode. And the ending was just beautiful.

Further cementing the fact that Pearl is my favorite. I can't wait to see how much the show uses her emotional baggage to rip my heart in half & stomp on it mercilessly.

Second best episode of the entire show so far. Only just slightly behind 'On The Run'. (That one just hit me on a more personal level so it still has my heart by the throat.)

#toasty steven universe watchthrough #steven universe #su #watchalong #cartoon network #currently watching #crystal gems #su pearl #amethyst #pearl steven universe #first time watch #first watch #no spoilers #mod toasty #rose quartz #rebecca sugar #steven universe rose quartz #roses scabbard

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alphasboys · 8 months ago

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his chest tightened when the frat boy god before him called him by name. that meant this was the right address. it didn't bother him-- aiden was gay after all-- he just wasn't expecting... this; them. he expected to walk in and find a group of girls, trashed, with penis shaped toys and trinkets everywhere. he expected there to be maybe ten of them at the most. aiden wasn't expecting to be rented out for a massive party at a fraternity house where literally every single man here was some musclebound bro, meat-headed adonis. blinking with bewilderment as the college student hooked his fingers under his chin, aiden surprisingly didn't offer any resistance as his head was tipped back so the other could look down at him; on him. "aiden is fine." blushing after being called princess, it took aiden a minute or two too long to try and set some precedent by correcting the younger man. "thank you. i try to keep my profile as updated as i can because i know how disappointed people can be if we don't look how they imagined. though i do feel a bit overdressed." he half joked. this was a frat party. he was in a suit, minus the coat and tie, while everyone else was either in gym clothes, jerseys, or paraphernalia for their fraternity. he looked like their glorified butler.

"oh, no, i don't drink when i'm working." he tried to turn the offer down with a soft smile. "i tend to be a bit of a lightweight, it doesn't take a lot to get me drunk at all, and no one wants to see that." despite turning the offer down aiden still took the cup as it was offered to him. he couldn't quite explain it, but something about the younger man's tone was commanding and authoritative; enough so that it had aiden going against his own policy and obeying. "damn," he coughed a bit as he took a sip of the mixed drink-- even though he saw the man put soda in it all he could taste was the vodka. "you guys really don't mess around here, do you?" he questioned with a weak laugh. this was going to be fine. in fact, the drink was helping him relax. now all he had to do was go out there, dance for a bunch of likely drunk college guys, and then he could call it a night; and, hell, maybe if he was feeling bold when he finished he could try and get blake's phone number before he left. the man did hire him after all. that had to mean something, right?

"two drinks? i--" aiden was going to argue that he hadn't even finished the first one but, instead, he shrugged his shoulders and quickly threw the rest of it back; making a face as swallowing it all burned his throat. "okay, but go easy on me. i don't want to get out there and wind up laid out on my back because i had too much and i can't even stand." he teased, laughing a bit louder now as the first drink already had him loosening up. "what was your name again sir?" aiden questioned, defaulting to his manners as his emptied cup was taken from him and filled over half way full with straight vodka. that was a recipe for disaster. "okay..." the dancer mumbled with a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he parted his lips and obediently took a sip of the drink as the other man brought it to his lips for him.

drinking the whole thing had aiden's head spinning. his entire body was warm and even though it was only, technically, his second drink he found himself leaning against the frat stud for support. "that was horrible," he whined with a slight smirk on his lips. "you definitely aren't a bartender..." blinking as he was spun around, aiden blinked down at the arm around his waist as he was walked out into the common room. he was already feeling good thanks to being a light weight, but hearing those college beef cakes cheering for him definitely made him feel better.

all yours, princess. there he went calling him that again. smiling, the color on his cheeks even darker now, aiden stepped out of his shoes and up onto the table and stood there for a second. slowly unbuttoning his vest, he took his time letting it fall centimeter by centimeter off his shoulders and down his arms before finally falling into a heap at his feet; and then he started dancing. following the beat of the music, he let his hands roam over his own body as he moved and gyrated to the song; his hands cupping his pecs as if they were breasts as he pushed his hips out to emphasize that sweet, juicy curve of his backside. as the song continued, he popped the buttons loose on his shirt one by one. when it was finally loose and hanging on his frame, he quickly pulled it off and turned to face blake so he could teasingly throw it at him.

as he continued dancing, letting some of the guys reach out and touch him or pull him towards the edge near them so they could dance together, aiden's attention kept finding it's way back to blake. god he was gorgeous. he exuded power as he sat there, his legs spread wide and one foot propped up against the edge of the table as he watched. turning his back to him, aiden looked back over his shoulder as he bounced his cheeks to the music while his hands worked to unfasten his belt and unclasp his pants. he was so caught up in the moment, and so distracted by trying to impress blake, that he forgot he hadn't changed into his rip away briefs and was, instead, wearing his panties. there was no turning back now. pushing his pants down, bending forward to present his ass to blake-- and everyone else too-- aiden's pants sank to pool around his ankles; leaving him there in a tight pair of sheer, pretty pink laced panties.

bending down even further, his concern from earlier proved to be warranted as the tipsy stripper managed to trip himself as he tried to step out of his pants. landing on his back on the table, his legs falling over the edge and spreading over blake's lap, his hands found their way to his chest as he tried to catch his breath; as he laughed. "i was planning to give you a lap dance," he joked. "... but not like this."

"bro, bro - listen, it'll be so fucking funny," blake chimed, laughing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "the guys all said they wanted this party to be dudes only, right? so we can't get the cheerleaders or the nerdy sluts to come over and we can't hire strippers — unless it's a dude stripper," he pointed out the loophole, the smile on his face wide as he clearly thought himself a genius. "listen, i already found the perfect one, here, look here-" he pulled the other guy to sit next to him on the couch roughly and swiped through the photos on the profile he had pulled up, "tell me that isn't the hottest dude stripper? dude, bro - c'mon, admit it, if this guy said you could stick it in, you'd fucking stick it in, am I right?" he nudged the other roughly and the two along with others in the room laughed in unison and so the decision was made and blake reached out to the stripper named aiden.

parties at alpha kappa phi were notoriously debaucherous- you only went if you were looking to get seriously fucked up or seriously fucked. those were the two things the men of AKP - more commonly known across campus as the "alphas" - were known to do best. truth be told, blake somewhat forgot about hiring the stripper as the day continued and he became more focused on procuring alcohol and music and all the other logistics of the party. he was only nineteen and pretty new to the frat but everyone already recognized him as an unofficial godfather of the house. the frat king as the other alphas liked to call it. naturally, if blake's ego wasn't inflated before he'd pledged here, it certainly was now.

he was a couple drinks in to the evening and had just finished his latest when he decided to make his way back to the kitchen for a refill. acoustically, the kitchen muffled a lot of the deafening bass which played out from the main common room and made it easier to hear people which is why there were a couple alphas who were wanting to talk or who were also looking to fill their drinks loitering about. he felt the hand on his arm and turned around, then looking down when he realized it wasn't one of the other tall, viking-like members of the frat but instead; it was aiden. within moments, blake remembered his little plan to bring some fun and entertainment to the frat and he immediately smirked like a spider having just caught a fly in it's web.

"well, well, well," he chimed, setting the bottle of jack daniels that he'd picked up, down and openly eyeing the older male. "you're aiden, right?" he said, his breath heavy with liquor. he wore a tight white vest that hugged his pecs and accentuated his muscular arms along with a pair of black sweats and thanks to the jockstrap he wore underneath, the sweatpants left little to the imagination about his massive package if you happened to look carefully enough, and all of that topped off with a pair of nikes and a backwards cap. "you're in the right place. i'm the one that hired you, princess," he said, reaching out and softly taking the other by the chin and lifting it up as if to let himself get a better look, "fuck sakes, you're even prettier than your profile and fuck knows that never happens," he chuckled and a nearby alpha brother agreed with a simultaneous laugh.

blake let go of aiden's chin and looked to his left before he then poured a quick mix of vodka and soda (the ratio heavily leaning towards vodka) and pressed it into aiden's hand, "drink up, pretty boy, you got some catching up to do since the party already started," he said in a voice that suggested it was more of a command than an offer. "once you got that downed, we're going into the common room and you're gonna show us - mainly me - what i hired you to do," he smirked, pouring his own drink now and looking the other over, taking in how fuckable this aiden guy looked. "actually- make that two drinks, i mean, you are a bit late and the boys and i want a good show," he smirked, pouring only vodka into the other's empty cup once he finished and then lifting the cup back to his lips for him, "drink up."

when the other finished, blake got done pouring himself a drink in the interim and took that in one hand as he spun aiden with the other in the direction towards the common room and lightly took him by the lower back and lead him there, out into the loud music and the sea of college dudes, each one seemingly more meatheaded and drunk than the one before him. they got there and blake cleared off the table in the centre of the room by just swiping his muscular arm across it and knocking all of the empty (and not so empty) drinks and other trash to the ground, he then patted the table in a gesture towards aiden, "all yours, princess," he yelled, laughing loudly and high-fiving a couple guys before taking the prime spot right in front of the table, his legs spread wide and one foot even resting on the edge of the furniture while a couple other guys clamored around the area as well as they realized what was going on.

#murphysalphas #th || aiden x blake

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lunarbrambles · 2 years ago

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[continued from here, @aberrantthornes]

Of course, the tall Carian Knight had been listening. While he might not have had the same exact academic understanding those that went to study at Raya Lucaria had, his grasp could hardly be described as flimsy. His use of spells and training tended to be a little more practical, and thus he hadn't really needed to overly familiarize himself with the more theoretical aspects. Still, it fascinated him the same, and Adrian greatly desired to hold the same level of understanding.

Since becoming Tarnished, his eyes had really been opened to the nature of the world, and knew from here on out he needed to expand his own magical arsenal. Surely, he had his two falchions and Carian Retaliation, a closely held secret by the Carian Knights, specifically designed to deal with wayward sorcerers in case the stars and the moon went their separate ways. Indeed, Adrian had his own things to keep private.

At least he had more than enough knowledge to know who the Crystalians were, especially given they were so widely regarded at the Academy for having ideals close to that of the primeval current.

Key word there being had. The knowledge, and passion towards, sorcery of Alberich certainly piqued his interest, but the more the two of them spoke, the more the knight realized just how much of that razor sharp wit found attractive, and in that moment something knocked loose hard in his head that both delighted and disturbed him. With Caria manor gone, his lord dead, the knights formerly disbanded... he couldn't really use his vow as an excuse to pretend he didn't experience attraction or desire any more, could he? It should have overjoyed him, and yet....

He immediately looked up, into the man's eyes gleaming beneath that hat, upon him speaking. Though he held his composure otherwise, his face began to turn various hues of blotchy scarlet, from his eyes all the way down his throat, though he could hardly see how much it betrayed him. An apologetic and nervous grin swept across his face.

"Oh, not at all." That was a lie. "I've never really understood the obsession with the primeval current, not that it's a problem itself. Just that... well. Just compare the difference in both theory and practice between the former Carian knights and the academy. Not really light and day, but you start seeing lines of inquiry stray away from what the astrologists discovered so long ago on the mountain tops. Then there's the gravity sorcery of Sellia, whose magic is based on knowledge gleaned from meteors, and the frost magic of the Zamor that bears little resemblance from elucidation from the stars...".

At the very least, he did not stammer, not did he avert his gaze, trying to iron will his way through. But stars and moon....

#aberrantthrones #★ knight in tarnished armor ‐ elden ring ★#I wasn't joking when I called him a gay disaster #going through all stages of grief in a conversation #not quite foot in mouth syndrome but not exactly smooth #call the c*ps on me for muse aboose #lmk if I need to change anything!

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your-disobedient-servant · 2 years ago

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I will admit, I am not very knowledgeable on the enlightenment era stuff, besides getting some giggles at the posts of my friends and was never really interested in it aside from the stuff with Catherine the Great that was going on around the time. But now after scrolling your blog and actually witnessing the sheer amount of DRAMA QUEENS, I've gotten somewhat curious 🤭

If you don't mind me asking, can you please describe the relationship of the "two toxic old men" to a person like me, who doesn't know much, but is willing to learn?

Fritz and Voltaire? With pleasure!

So, in 1736, Frederick, then the crown prince of Prussia, sent some fanmail to Voltaire. Being the attention whore he was, especially when it came to royalty, V responded with great enthusiasm and the two struck up a correspondence full of mutual flattery. At one point V enlisted his friend Thieriot to help send literary news (he was supposed to be paid: he wasn't, ever) and he...sent a lot of gossip about Voltaire. Another important thing is also that Émilie du Châtelet, V's long-term lover, and Fritz HATED each other. And it's also generally agreed that Fritz was gay.

1740 comes around, Fritz's awful dad finally croaks, and he becomes king and wants to, in his own words, possess Voltaire. He and Voltaire met in person for the first time in September, briefly, then again in November where V spends his birthday in Prussia. Party time. The correspondence from during that visit is amazing, V wants to leave, Fritz begs him to come back and says he'll kiss him on Friday, V tells Fritz he loves him more than Émilie, they call each other mistress, Fritz complains that V is expensive behind his back but he'll win over Émilie because he can pay him more, V says he's not interested in Greek affairs (read: gay stuff) despite the flirting but he is there for Fritz, Émilie begs V to come back saying she's sick and gets V's friend Cideville to send him a poem about how hot she is, etc etc.

At some point, Fritz tried to force Voltaire to come to Prussia by spreading gossip in France that'd force him out of the country and iirc succeeded, but I don't remember which visit was that off the top of my head.

They briefly meet again in 1742. In 1743, Voltaire was sent to Prussia as a spy, at which he was hilariously godawful (Fritz answered most of his diplomatic questionnaire with jokes). After Émilie died in 1749, V moved to Prussia in 1450, which went fine at first, but they slowly started to realise they really can't fucking stand to live with each other. Voltaire got involved in a financial scandal and also royally pissed off Maupertuis (Émilie's former lover, president of the Berlin Academy) and with that Fritz, culminating in Fritz burning all copies of Diatribe du docteur Akakia.

V resigned and left in early 1752, but he was (unlawfully, Fritz had no authority there) detained by an agent of Fritz's in Frankfurt because he took a book of poetry in which Fritz satirised other European leaders. What followed was a very entertaining mess of miscommunication (please do yourself a favour and read the correspondence from that time, google translate does the job fine) and theatrics on Voltaire's part, who kept insisting he was just a sick old man who only wanted to go take the waters. He writes to everyone, his niece and current lover writes to Wilhelmine, V at some point pulls a gun on someone, Freytag writes to Fritz like "he looks like a skeleton, is he really sick or does he always look like that?," eventually V's luggage in which the book was in gets delivered, he coughs it up, but he still isn't let go, eventually Fritz himself has to write to Freytag like "yo, wtf is going on." It's a disaster and it ruins their relationship for good.

Voltaire is so pissed off that he writes a memoir about his experiences in Prussia where he outs Fritz (...and also his brother Henri) as gay in no uncertain terms several times and also edits a few letters to his niece in the vein of Richardson's Pamela, painting himself as a poor victim of the seductive king. Which...lmao, really, V? Really? I translated the first one here, currently working on the second. Though those letters weren't discovered to be edited until 1991, so many older biographies just take them as fact.

Anyway, the two stopped writing to each other for a while. They reconnected at the urging of Fritz's sister Wilhelmine when the Seven Years War was going badly and Fritz was suicidal, and it went well on the surface, but Voltaire kept writing to his friends about how he's totally over Fritz, he hates him, he wishes he was hit by a cannonball, he ridicules his suicide letter behind his back, etc. Fritz also keeps shit-talking Voltaire behind his back the whole time, but is overjoyed when he gets a letter. As an example of later correspondence, here's a translation of an excerpt from the "it's good that you're such a colossal dick or your perfection would embarrass humanity" letter. Either way, they slowly reconciled and kept writing to each other until Voltaire's death.

I know I left a ton out and I wrote it pretty much all from memory so could be that I fucked up the details, but I hope it helps. Wish I could include some more letter excerpts because they're fantastic, but it's long as it is.

Sources

If you want a good intro on these two, read the bios by Nancy Mitford - she has the fatal flaw of not citing shit but they're short and fun and easy to find and she's one of the few who are able to see that both of them were a total mess. For more academic sources, there's Aldridge (pro: cites letter numbers in-text, very balanced when it comes to Fritz, con: impossible to find) or Besterman (pro: most comprehensive, dude compiled his letters so he knows his shit, con: big bias against Fritz) for Voltaire and...hm, I'm trying to think of a Fritz biographer that'd have any info on those two. Blanning hasn't much and I've yet to get around to MacDonogh, so I can't say where that one is good and bad.

There are also letters here and here that you can googletranslate and I really wish Electronic Enlightenment wasn't paywalled (if you know someone who has a NYPL card to lend you their login info…I recommend) cause it has like all of V's letters and an AMAZING search.

#man this got long #and i omitted a fuck ton of good stuff for brevity :(#Frederick the Great #Voltaire #q&a #two toxic old men #long post

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dweetwise · 4 years ago

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Steve realizes he’s falling in love with Dwight, asks some other survivors for advice cause he’s super confused about falling for a guy.

i’m sorry this took ages, i loved this prompt and wanted to do it justice!

disclaimer: even though this is meant to be fluff&humor, there are mentions of internalized homophobia. i’ve also never written any coming out themes before but i tried my best!

How Steve Harrington realized he’s a disaster bi

It’s just another neverending-dawn-day in the fog. Steve is minding his own business, working on generators, teabagging the killer, clicking his flashlight in Yui’s face until she slaps him—you know, the usual stuff.

And then he and Dwight escape the trial and Dwight’s smile is so wide and happy even while his teeth are covered in blood and he’s running with an obvious limp. But he’s smiling at Steve and praising him, and something finally clicks in Steve’s empty no-good jock brain and there’s only two things he knows for certain;

One, Dwight is a guy. Two, he’s most definitely falling for Dwight.

Back at camp, he has a small mental breakdown. Does this mean he’s gay? Who does he even talk to about this stuff? His thoughts immediately drift to Robin, but she’s not here. Nancy is out of the question. Sure, they’ve grown closer after being stuck in the Entity’s playground together, but he’s not about to ask his ex-girlfriend-now-friend about dating a guy. What if she’d be offended?

Quentin is probably his closest friend in the realm, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to weird him out. Is it weird to tell your bro you might be into dudes? Steve isn’t sure, but he doesn’t want to take the risk.

Kate is a sweetheart and Steve knows for sure she wouldn’t judge. But she’s also a huge gossip, and Steve would rather not half the camp know before he’s even sure himself.

Eventually, Steve makes up his mind and goes to Jane. She’s always taking on a motherly role, surely she’s up for giving him some advice?

“Jane, can I ask you something?” Steve starts, sitting down next to the woman when the camp is mostly empty, only Ash loudly telling another incredulous story to an unimpressed Feng Min and raptly listening Adam. “Only if it’s not about another flashlight,” Jane says with fond exasperation, a smile on her lips. “Nah, not this time,” Steve says, shooting her an apologetic grin for all the items he’s ‘borrowed’ from her and never managed to return. The grin fades when he tries to think of how to bring up the subject. “I think I like someone and I'm pretty sure they don't like me back,” he finally settles on, quiet enough for the trio on the other side of camp not to hear. "You ‘think’?” Jane repeats, eyebrows scrunching together. “I’m not… entirely sure,” Steve tries to explain. “We're just, like, friends.” “But you want something more?” Jane tries to prod for more information. “Yeah. Maybe. Probably,” Steve tries to decide. Damn, his thoughts are a mess. “It’s… um. A guy,” he confesses, staring at the ground so Jane doesn’t see the flush creeping up on his cheeks. He just prays that Jane won’t be disgusted or laugh or— “Oh,” Jane says, and there’s definitely surprise in her voice, but she doesn’t sound judgmental. “Is this the first time you’ve had feelings for another man?” “Yeah,” Steve says, relieved at her reaction. “How do I know if I’m gay?” Instead of blessing him with some great wisdom, Jane mulls over the question, before sighing. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you,” she says apologetically. “That’s okay,” Steve says, trying not to deflate at her reply. “But… God, I hate to say this,” she sighs, making Steve perk back up. “This might be the one time you’d probably benefit from asking Ace. He’s very… open about this stuff.” Steve hums in thought. He’s not particularly close to Ace, but there’s no denying the gambler is quite… flamboyant. Jane might be right, surely Ace will help him sort this whole gay thing out? “I’ll give it a shot! Thanks Jane!” Steve chirps, getting up with a new plan of action. “And don’t tell him I sent you!” Jane warns, and Steve rolls his eyes and grins at the duo’s fake animosity towards each other.

A couple trials later, Steve and Ace are mori’d nearly simultaneously and have to trek back to camp together through the fog. Ace is whistling a carefree tune like he didn’t just get impaled by a chainsaw, and Steve figures this opportunity is as good as any.

“Ace, you're like… gay, right?” ‘Wow; smooth, Harrington,’ Steve mentally berates himself as Ace’s whistling abruptly cuts off and he turns to face him. “That's got to be the worst pick-up-line I've heard in my life,” Ace says, quirking an amused eyebrow. “No, shit, I wasn't—” Steve starts panicking. "Relax, I'm just messing with you,” Ace grins. “What's up?” Steve pauses, calming his heart rate and trying to figure out how he should approach the subject. “How did you know?” Steve manages to ask. When Ace only cocks his head in confusion, Steve pushes through the embarrassment to continue. “That you're… into guys.” “Oh!” Ace exclaims, face lighting up in realization. “I—well. I saw hot guys and wanted to sleep with them? It was pretty easy to tell, in my case.” “So it was just, like… sexual?” Steve asks, frowning. That's definitely not what he feels for Dwight, at least not the biggest part of it. “I’ve never really been the romantic type,” Ace explains, shrugging. “If you need relationship advice, I'm probably the last guy to ask.” Oh. That’s a little disappointing. Ace starts telling a story about some wild adventure with a rich mafia leader’s son and Steve kind of tunes out and tries to figure out who he could ask for help next.

He eventually settles on Nea when the opportunity presents itself and he arrives into camp after a trial to find her sitting by herself.

“I think I like a guy and I'm freaking out." Well. That was unnecessary blunt. Instead of laughing in his face, Nea just pinches her eyebrows together. “Are you having an unrequited love crisis or a sexuality crisis?” Nea asks him to clarify. “Uh. Both.” “Well, shit.” “Yeah.” “Let me know if you figure something out.” “Wait, you don't have any advice?” “Dude, I'm the biggest lesbian disaster you'll ever meet,” she snorts, before sobering up and looking almost regretful. “It's been years and I still haven't told her I like her.” “Oh. Rip,” Steve says, cringing in sympathy. He never realized Nea was into girls, but they’re apparently in almost the exact same situation. Hopefully Steve won’t end up pining for years, though. Suddenly, he has an idea. “If I end up confessing, you have to too,” Steve decides, nudging her with his elbow. “Deal,” Nea says, face twisting into a grin.

With no help from Nea, Steve ends up in a bit of a slump for a couple of days. He doesn’t know who else to approach for advice, because everyone he asks is another risk that Dwight will find out. Maybe he should just confess to Dwight? But who the hell wants to hear ‘I think I like you but I’m not sure’? Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Wha's wrong, mate?” David’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he looks over to the man. Shit, Steve had been so deep in thought he hadn’t even noticed another batch of their friends getting called into a trial. It’s just him and David, along with Jake who is softly snoring on the other side of camp. Steve would have never expected David to pick up on his mood, but the brawler keeps surprising him with just how tuned into everyone’s emotions he is. Even now, David isn't looking at him mockingly, he seems genuinely curious at his obvious shift in attitude. “Just falling for someone who doesn't feel the same. You know, typical bullshit,” Steve tries to joke. He expects David to laugh, but instead the other's face morphs into a sympathetic smile. “Same,” David says, faraway gaze staring into the campfire. David being soft? In love? Steve has no idea who the other is into and that he’d even want a committed relationship. And who wouldn’t want David? He’s seen all of the girls ogling his toned chest at least once. Although Steve does feel a little better knowing he's not the only one suffering from heartbreak. He just sits quietly with David and stares at the fire until the others get back and the companionable silence is broken.

Steve doesn’t know how many more days pass, but he realizes he’s getting nowhere. To make matters worse, Dwight keeps being annoyingly handsome and adorable and Steve’s poor heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. Maybe that’s why he decides to be so blunt.

“Do you think Dwight likes me?” Steve asks Claudette when she’s patching him up after a rough trial. “Of course!” she smiles warmly, clearly not getting his point. “No, I mean…” Steve chews on his lip nervously. “Do you think he likes me?” Claudette’s hands pause on his leg, and she only has time to look up at him in clear surprise, when Meg appears out of nowhere. “What exactly are your intentions with him?” Meg demands, glaring at Steve and making it obvious she’s been eavesdropping. Steve is kind of surprised; out of everyone, Meg bullies and teases Dwight the most, which has made him dislike her a little. But apparently, she's also fiercely protective of him. “I, uh,” Steve starts, a little taken aback by Meg’s threatening energy. “I want to date him,” he finally manages to put the feelings from the last couple of weeks into words. Meg hesitates a little, gauging him warily before speaking again. “I didn’t know you were bi,” Meg finally says and Steve has a small epiphany. Bi. So he’s not necessarily gay after all! Well. He’s a little gay, fantasizing about holding Dwight in his arms and kissing him silly. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t also like girls; it just means his current crush is a guy. But if Dwight rejects him, he could easily fall for a girl in the future. Or another guy. The thought doesn’t bother him nearly as much as he anticipated. It’s just the way things are. “Helloooo? Anyone home?” Meg is getting impatient, waving a hand in front of his face while Claudette tries to defuse, feebly pulling on Meg’s arm. “I didn’t, either,” Steve confesses. “I just… recently figured it out.” He tactfully leaves out the fact that ‘recently’ means ‘literally five seconds ago’. “Are you sure?” Meg pushes. “Are you sure you’re gonna treat him right? Are you gonna like him even if he grows a beard? Are you gonna be able to suck a dick, or any you gonna freak out and dump him?” “Meg!” Claudette exclaims, mortified and a deep flush on her cheeks. Steve shares her sentiment, resisting the urge to jump into the burning campfire to escape the embarrassment of Meg’s crude words. Sure, he’s thought about doing… stuff, with Dwight, but he’s only been with one person before and even talking about sex just makes him blush and cringe. “Well?” Meg demands. “If you’re not sure, don’t bother. Dwight deserves better than being your shitty experiment.” Steve hesitates. What if she’s right? What if he ends up panicking and hurting Dwight? “Meg, he just came out!” Claudette jumps in to defend him, surprising both Steve and Meg by her assertiveness. “Let him figure it out on his own, or with Dwight. It’s not fair to push your own insecurities on him!” Huh? Claudette’s words confuse Steve even further; Meg is insecure? He sees the sprinter’s demeanor change instantly, going from confrontational to withdrawn as the words sink in. “I… shit,” Meg sighs, running a hand over her face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, dude.” “It’s cool,” Steve says, still more confused than anything. The subject is abruptly dropped, and Claudette finishes patching his wound up before going to braid Meg’s hair and muttering an apology to the mopey redhead.

Steve later realizes neither or the girls ended up answering his question about Dwight. Out of options, Steve decides it’s finally time to ask Quentin.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Quentin greets with a friendly half-smile before going back to stocking a med-kit, not seeming at all bothered that Steve has been avoiding him for the better part of a week. And, well, since he asked… “I've just realized I'm bi,” Steve says. To his credit, Quentin just looks up, a completely neutral expression on his face. “Congrats. Welcome to the club,” Quentin says with a small grin. “Uh… You could at least pretend to be surprised?” Steve jokes but his eyebrows have shot up into his hairline in disbelief. Quentin is also bi? Why the fuck didn't he go to Quentin first? “Had my suspicions,” the other grins. “What made you realize?” “I've uh… I started crushing on a dude and it took me ages to realize that it wasn't really normal to wanna do couple-y stuff with your bro,” Steve explains. Shit, does Quentin think he's talking about him? Luckily, the other just hums in acknowledgement. “Gonna tell me who it is?” Quentin asks. Steve hesitates, but since he's already come this far… “It's Dwight,” Steve sighs. “I just don't know if I even have a shot.” “Dude, Dwight is so gay, and he adores you,” Quentin says with a bright smile, and Steve blushes and scratches at his neck in embarrassment. “You have a ginormous shot.” Steve can’t help the hopeful grin on his face. This is what he wanted to hear, all this time! He feels much better now, he’s going to tell Dwight and— “Unlike me,” Quentin adds quietly, smile fading and kicking at the dirt with his sneaker. Steve takes a few seconds to get his brain out of mushy la-la-land, and then he realizes Quentin is talking about a crush of his own. “Excuse you, what the fuck? You're awesome, who wouldn't like you?” so Steve is a little passionate about defending his best friend, sue him. “Eh, I guess he likes me well enough, but he's straight,” Quentin shrugs. “Like, painfully so.” “How do you know that?” Steve asks. Okay, so he correctly analyzed Steve was bi—it could have been a lucky guess! “I keep flirting and he keeps ignoring it. Pretty obvious,” Quentin mutters, still pouting. Steve racks his brain for if he’s ever seen Quentin flirt with any of the guys, but he draws up a blank. Usually Quentin just snarks and sounds like he’s trying to pick a fight. “Maybe you just suck at flirting,” Steve suggests. “Fuck you!” Quentin scoffs in mock offense, elbowing him in the ribs. “Gonna tell me who it is?” Steve asks, nudging Quentin back and parroting his earlier question. Quentin looks at him, grins, and says: “Nope!” “What the fuck!?” Steve says, shoving Quentin playfully while the other just laughs. “I told you mine! You suck!”

After his next trial, Steve comes into camp to find Quentin arguing with David, which is nothing out of the ordinary—Quentin’s snarks really do come across as confrontational, and David is always easily provoked. Before Steve can even figure out what the argument is about, Quentin throws his hands up in exasperation and stomps off into the woods.

Instead of seething with anger and clenching his fists like he usually does after an interrupted fight, David just stares at his retreating form with a sad expression on his face. It’s the exact same look that Steve saw when he talked about the person he could never have.

Combined with the fact that Quentin likes someone ‘painfully straight’ who doesn’t realize that Quentin’s flirting sounds like he’s picking a fight?

And again, something in Steve's head just clicks.

“You should go after him,” Steve says, causing several heads to turn in his direction, David's among them. “It’s probably best to let him cool off,” Jane protests, giving Steve a pointed look. “I think it's a good idea,” Dwight, his adorable cheerleader, pipes up nervously. “Maybe the privacy would benefit you.” David pauses for a second, then nods. “Son, if you end up throwing fists—” Bill starts, annoyed. “I won't,” David assures and disappears into the tree line after Quentin. “That was a good call. I hope they make up,” Dwight says, scooting closer to Steve on the log and giving him a small smile. Steve stares into Dwight's kind eyes. He's so amazing, always having his back, caring so much about the others being happy and getting along. God, he’s such a good person and Steve— “I love you,” Steve hears himself saying, and it's like time itself comes to a halt.

He sees Bill’s cigarette fall out of the veteran’s mouth and a deck of cards scatter along he ground as Ace drops them in surprise. He hears Nea choke on nothing and hears Jane gasp as her eyes widen in disbelief.

Steve is about to stutter out an apology, to explain or joke it off, but Dwight is suddenly pulling him to his feet.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Dwight squeaks, cheeks red and glancing anxiously at the others, who are still gawking.

Dwight leads him a little way into the woods, and Steve nervously waits for him to say something, biting his tongue as to not blurt out something more he’s going to regret. But then Dwight is turning to him and looking up at him with his big, brown eyes and Steve couldn’t speak even if he wanted to.

“Do you mean it?” Dwight asks, a lot of his anxiousness replaced by a hopeful energy. God, those eyes, he’s so cute— “Yeah,” Steve says, swallowing nervously. “Really?” Dwight asks, somehow still unsure, bottom lip trembling like he’s about to cry— “Yeah,” Steve repeats, this time with much more confidence, placing a hand on Dwight’s waist. Dwight smiles brightly and in a bold move that Steve doesn’t expect but wholeheartedly welcomes, Dwight leans up just the tiniest amount to make their lips meet.

It’s a lot different than kissing Nancy. For one, Dwight is much taller than a girl. His glasses also bump into Steve’s nose and Steve tilts his head to avoid them, which inadvertently causes the kiss to deepen. Dwight’s hair is unfamiliarly short when Steve’s hand cups the back of his head, but it feels nice; almost as soft as his own.

Kissing Dwight should feel weird, but it doesn’t. The motions are the same, and the warm fluttering in his chest is the same. It’s different than what he’s used to, but not in a bad way.

They finally pull away and end up just smiling dopily at each other.

“Um…” Dwight starts, clearing his throat. “At this point it’s probably obvious, but I really like you too,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners because of how wide his smile is. Steve doesn’t care that he didn’t say ‘love’, and he’s a little embarrassed that he just blurted it out like a shitty romance novel damsel, but he doesn’t really regret it if this is the outcome. Now, he just really has to know— “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Steve asks, not caring if it’s too soon. He’s already fucked up the rules of dating; he’s pretty sure love confessions are supposed to come after getting together. So what’s one milestone more? “I’d love to,” Dwight says, and he’s so happy and it makes Steve grin like the idiot he is. But now he’s Dwight’s idiot.

They make their way back to camp holding hands and exchanging soft glances. Steve looks at the others; everyone has mostly collected themselves, Ace picking up his cards and Jane clearing her throat and Nea sneaking glances, but nobody comments. Well, except one. “It was about goddamn time,” Bill mutters, smirking knowingly against his cigarette. Holy shit, apparently the old coot is much more perceptive than Steve thought, as Ace and Nea both attack him with questions of “How the fuck could you have known!?”.

Steve is on cloud nine for the rest of the day, sitting with his Dwight and holding his hand and exchanging smiles and it all feels so right.

Bonus: Steve’s grin grows impossibly wider when he later spots Quentin walking out of the trees, dragging a dopey David after him by his arm. Quentin is blushing a little and glares at Ace who wolf-whistles at their arrival. And then Steve spots numerous hickies on David’s throat and blushes furiously, burying his face against Dwight’s shoulder. He feels Dwight tilt his head in confusion. “I can’t believe I made them fuck,” Steve mumbles against his boyfriend’s shirt, and Dwight chuckles softly. “You didn’t see it coming?” Dwight teases. “I thought it was obvious. The tension between those two has always been insane.” Steve lifts up his head, realizing something. “Wait, so did you also know I was into you?” Steve asks. Dwight blushes and averts his eyes. “No, not really—I mean I was hopeful, but I didn’t think anything would actually come of it,” he explains, glancing over with a shy smile. “Glad to have proven you wrong,” Steve grins, flopping his head back against Dwight’s shoulder and squeezing his hand. “Me too,” Dwight murmurs against his hair. “Aw, fuck,” Nea suddenly exclaims on the other side of the campfire, letting her head fall back against a tree with a ‘thunk’. Steve and Dwight both look over, Dwight clearly concerned and Steve with a shit-eating grin. He didn’t forget their little promise, and apparently, neither did Nea.

#harrifield #harringfield #steve harrington #dwight fairfield #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #request #dweetwrites

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murielcook · 2 years ago

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I watched a bunch of horror this year during October; initially I was going to aim for 1 a day but some days were double features and some were skips! Also, I tried to keep a balance between new-to-me and previously watched. Wound up with more new. Let's do a 1 sentence review on all of them!!

In particular I wound up reaching for horror comedies. Since horror comedy in particular tends to not shy away from any material, each of them has some bits that don't quite land, imo, but nothing I personally couldn't handle or would say to for sure avoid. As with any horror I'd seek out trigger or content warning info if you've got concerns.

House (aka Hausu - 1977) - rewatch - Essentially written by children and produced with all the loving care it deserves. [on IA]

Fright Night (2011) - New - Fun and everyone understood the assignment. As an aside, RIP Anton Yelchin.

28 Days Later (2002) - rewatch - As a revisit it didn't hit as hard but the rich emotional portrait of what to do with catastrophic loss still holds.

Mindhunters (2004) - rewatch - An entertaining whodunnit where everyone is sus as hell, especially LL Cool J because I think they let him write his own one liners.

Ouija (2014) - new - Bog standard teens picked off by curse, and not lousy with ZoZo as I'd hoped.

It Follows (2014) - new - I'd heard hype & the basic plot, was not prepared for the absolutely tremendous dream energy this brought to the table.

Season of the Witch (2011) - rewatch - Nic Cage & Ron Perlman in a fairy tale with about taking an "evil witch" to trial, which was not especially horror-y but entertaining of course.

Prey (2022) - new - It was excellent but it should have been shot in Comanche and not just dubbed.

Hellraiser (2022) - new - I actually have a lot of opinions about this one but I think [norm macdonald voice] Not Gay Enough will have to suffice.

Stay Tuned (1972) - rewatch - Goofy, reference-heavy without being "hey look at this cool right", fun for the whole family.

The Selling (2011) - new - Folks, we love a small cast horror comedy about a nice guy and his dumb dog of a best bud getting into a real pickle.

Prisoners of the Ghostland (2021) - new - I paused the trailer and jumped in after a snippet of Bill Moseley's simple country lawyer type speech and I'm glad I did.

Child's Play (1988) - new - Extremely adorable child & his mom are set upon by some of the best puppetry I've seen in a little while.

Silent Hill (2006) - rewatch - Alice Krige is so hot, what were we talking about again?

Beetlejuice (1988) - rewatch - Nearly every person in this film is a national treasure. (Nearly)

1408 (2007) - rewatch - This was a treat to revisit because Cusack nails the emotional range and they did so much more than you'd expect from a "haunted hotel room" story.

Resident Evil (2002) - rewatch - You're all going to die down here.

Velvet Buzzsaw (2019) - new - A great little Lovecraft style story where you're THRILLED when people start dying.

A Comedy of Horrors Volume 1 (2021) - new - Hilarious small production affair that belongs in the canon of comedy horror anthologies. (Also they at'd me on twitter to say thanks for watching!)

Burnt Offerings (1976) - rewatch - Seeing a genuinely kind and loving family come apart makes for a really affecting tale.

Bad Milo! (2013) - new - It had a couple really solid bits but in all honesty I will watch anything with Peter Stormare in it.

Children of the Corn (1984) - new - Man, fuck Burt actually.

When a Stranger Calls (1979) - new - I signed on because I really love Carol Kane so I wasn't expecting the twists, turns, and beautiful shots of Los Angeles at night.

Bloodsucking Bastards (2015) - new - BUCKETS of blood and nearly as many laughs.

Death Becomes Her (1992) - rewatch - The effects whip so much ass, the jokes hold up, and I'm reasonably certain this movie made a bunch of people gay.

The Cloverfield Paradox (2018) - new - I love space disasters but I wish this had trusted the audience just a smidge more.

Event Horizon (1997) - rewatch - That's how it's done and if you didn't know better you'd not realize this guy also did Resident Evil.

Scream (1996) - rewatch - Still holds up beautifully and I'm really giving past me congrats for being extremely gay for our villains.

The Running Man (1987) - rewatch - If you squint it's survival horror, listen it's based off Stephen King so it's obligated to count.

Scream (2022) - new - So glad I watched the OG one before, makes it easier to see that this is honestly a very transparent love letter to the original and to other horror creators currently working.

The Stuff (1985) - new - This was fucking GREAT and I can't wait to watch it with more people.

Ghoulies (1985) - new - Shit dude they sure are.

Wendell & Wild (2022) - new - Nightmare Before Christmas writer director Henry Selick knocks it out of the park yet again, claymation is such a beautiful gift to animation and film.

That's it! That's all the ones I squeezed into October!

I also blitzed through The Midnight Club and the currently released episodes of Evil (s3) and Interview with the Vampire. Enjoyable all around.

#long post #horror movies #spooky season

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RIVERDALE: 2X19 - REVIEW 😫😫😫😫

Wow....

No but honestly... Wow.

This episode fucked me up so badly I dunno if I'll ever be the same again. Action after action ...i just couldn't take this overload! The angst never stopped! But anyway. This is my review and imma try to control myself so u don't loose anymore of my mind 😂 😂 😂 😂.

🗡 Midge Funeral 😔 😢 was so sad. No child, teen or anyone really should be killed in the brutal way she did. It was horrible! And Cheryl? With the cheerleaders and ect

ruined me..

🗡 Highkey why TF was Penelope Blossom and her sidekick at the funeral? Like.. For what? Tho

🗡 Lowkey mad her killer was there *cough* HAL *cough* now you KNOW his a sicko for that 👁.

🗡 I seriously feel sorry for Sheriff Keller. Yes yes I know I always joke about his incompetence to find the killer or ANY evidence. And it seems like the foursome Betty x jughead x Archie and Veronica solve more then his whole department. But at the end of the day? His trying his best. So people just finding someone to blame? Busting his fcking window and shouting abuse is just sad to me. 😢 I dunno.

🗡 I get Cheryl frustrations but don't her frienship with Kevin mean anything? I mean... Didn't he help her get outta that stupid af 'gay to straight' nut house? I know she's fustrated and wants to catch her friends killer. But she could of been conciderate of guys feelings like 👁 👁 I dunno.

🗡 Ethel. BETTER! hope no one,especially Cheryl, finds out she sent those horrible notes in order for her to get the part. I didnt shed a TEAR when she was crying.

🗡 Nick St Jack ass is back in town. Having 3 school boys with him to capture Archie and Jack him up. Whilst Archie? He beat him up on his DAMN self. What a pussy 😂 😂 😂 😂 I can't stand this looser. And pimping Veronica out to him so she can save her bf? Like... What is his deal? Really? 😂 😂. Is he mad that his so dry that no girls want him in new York? Is that it?

🗡 I thought Archie was gonna be redeemed this episode cause in the past he has done some headass things that, as you already know, I have called him out on it. Everything was going well until... What did he do? He forgave Hiarm!!!!!! After guy said Archie is 'not family' so that is code word for he would let him die to prove to the world his still a tough guy!.... What a fucking mess!

I mean you can still be with veroncia but why are you still d riding this guy! It fustrates me cause I know Archie ain't that dumb!

But you know what? Whatever 😂 😂 😂 😂.

🗡 annnnddddd behold... Chic isn't really Alice son!

I kinda already knew this cause he was shady af anyway. Also I didn't want fp and Alice to have a psychopathic imbicle as their joint child so you know what? Im happy.

It WAS sad fining out how the real son died tho 😫😫😫😫 what a disaster! 😭 😭 I'm so sad. And Alice!

Poor ALICE I mean. She don't deserve all this shit like... Nah! It's like she lost her son twice and for all she did for Chic!?! All she sacrificed?! My heart ache!

🗡 Fp and Alice though.........

FALICE!!!!

That whole scene when she told him the truth was just... Heartbreaking. My heart like... Literally 💔 broke! She was crying! He was shocked! He hugged her! He wasn't mad! 😭 😭 😭.

This was just emotional overload even though it was sad. But I'm happy x.

🗡 Veroncia did what she always does! And does shit herself! She wanted money? Done. She wanted to save her boyfriend? Done!

As the old saying goes. If you want stuff done. Do it yourself... And it's true. Her incompetent parents would of made Archie die otherwise. So I'm happy 👏🏾 👏🏾 👏🏾 👏🏾

🗡 Hard boy jughead is back 👊🏾 👊🏾 😂 😂 😂 😂.

And fiiinnaaaalllllyyyyyy. Betty gave Chic away to the black hood.

But before we talk about that did you catch the black hood run? 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 That was hilarious!!! He was like speed walking. But anyway.

I sincerely hope chic is gone for good. I mean if he killed someone by accident I guess he could of been redeemed? But he was an imposter, brought trouble into another family's home, lied constantly and just overall? Being a weird psychopagh. He and St Clare can go on a little island together in a town called 'I couldn't care less'

ANYWAY that was my review! I will give this a 9.5/10 cause it was THAT lit �� 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥. And I CAN'T WAIT! for next week.

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a scream into the void || chapter one

a.k.a vine disasters part 3.

summary: the worst project to ever exist is making kids write and perform their own songs and this teacher is particularly demented. who in their right minds groups off kids into bands and has them create albums?

a sanders side human!au inspired by @asofterfan's infamous punk!au but probably wouldn't fit into it tbh.

there's a second chapter posted that i can't link to because mobile for life!

warnings: meme, depression mention, homophobia.

music class was potentially the worst part of any day if you asked virgil - not that anyone did. he hadn't originally planned on taking the course but when you transferred mid-semester you took what you could get, he supposed. he also guessed that it wouldn't be half as bad if the other students weren't all such drama queens though none were as bad as roman prince.

virgil was pretty sure the other was the bane of his existence; refusing to use his name instead replacing it with subtle jabs and taunts. couldn't he just allow him to keep his head down instead of drawing unnecessary attention to the already self-conscious teenager? apparently not, and now for some blasted reason they all had to perform songs that they had written so the teacher could force them into groups to create albums together.

and virgil was asking whatever gods above to keep roman from commenting on the bags under his eyes or the way his hands were shaking ever so slightly. somehow the other did, too busy talking to his friends who seemed to swarm around him in every class; they were always asking for advice on lines or with prep for auditions and yet virgil never saw them together outside of class.

maybe it was because the other wasnt the typical prep-kid - even now virgil could see the edge of a tattoo peaking out of the collar of the others button up shirt and well he wasn't stupid, there was definitely a punk-style to the other. none of this had been reason to speak to the other more than occasional quips though, the more goth teen preferring to stick to himself due to past experiences.

his eyes travelled over to the only familiar face in the room, a chill runs up his spine as his cousin turns to meet his gaze. "oh shit," he murmurs to himself before snapping his attention back to the front in an attempt to ignore all of the feelings that were beginning to well up inside of him. and it worked for the teacher began to talk for a few moments before introducing the first singer - and on the upside it seemed that they might be going in alphabetical order meaning virgil might be getting off scot-free.

and then alex ( or whatever his name is ) starts to sing and virgil immediately wishes that it would stop. "i'll never stop loving you, bitch." is the line that catches virgil's attention but the teacher oddly doesn't seemed bothered - just how much room were they getting for creative liberty?

the song ended quickly enough though, mainly repeating the same words with a few misogynistic jokes thrown crudely in ( and those draw disapproving tsks from the teacher and the students ). and then roman was prodded to perform and with a sinking feeling virgil realizes that they are most certainly not going in alphabetical order.

but the other's voice is extremely soothing and the genre that he chose manages to distract virgil from the feeling of impending doom. "some princes don't become kings," god did he just sing a self-referential pun and pull it off? it's so obvious that his classmate is a born performer and virgil is admittedly very jealous because there is simply no way he'll pull that off.

and luckily the teacher decides to spare him, instead calling up a student who sings another ridiculous song. oh god, should he not have written something so serious? "two guys sitting in a hot tub, five feet apart 'cause they're not gay" is echoing in his mind so loudly that he only just hears the teacher say that he's up next.

with shaking hands and a noticeably pale face, he drags himself to the front of the class feeling relieved that he at least had a backing track. thank god for the small mercies, right? he tries to crack a smile and awkwardly jokes, "I wrote a song called ‘My Life’ and it’s just four minutes of uninterrupted screaming."

and that joke fell completely flat, dear god where did the tender mercies disappear to. "that was a joke, anyways." and he plays the backing track and it's almost easy to disappear into the music rather than feel the weight of all of his classmates staring.

"so i walk alone down the darkest roads," he sang, voice wavering slightly as the fear and adrenaline seemed to mix in his stomach. fading into the beat was easy sure, but he couldn't help but wonder if he had chosen to write something too angsty, too personal. no going back now, maybe he could sneak out after he was done or go to the bathroom and simply never come back.

dropping into his chair after he was done, it felt like there was lead in his lungs and the silence in the room made it all that harder to breathe. god they thought he was ridiculous, and trying way too hard. the post-performance anxiety distracted him from the rest of the songs, head only snapping back up when the teacher announced that she had chosen the groups. had everyone even gone? that seemed impossible but surely she knew what she was doing - wait no, he took it back she had just said his name and roman's in the same sentence.

that was bound to be a disaster.

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