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libraford · 4 years ago

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The short version: We had a serial thief at the flower shop. She’s retired recently and I think that due to Covid she really means it this time.

The long version? hoooo boy, here we go.

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There are rules and there are rules.

In dealing with shoplifting in retail, there are rules on how one engages with a thief. The handbook, if there were one, would consist of a single word.

Don't.

Don't pursue, don't interrogate, don't accuse. Let them take the merchandise, let them get away. Let them return the Cricut machine for an equivalent amount on a gift card to be exchanged once again for drugs.

Let them.

There is no handbook on how to handle Flower Thieves. Prior to working in a flower shop, I never thought that this was a problem.

Life is surprising.

I'm sure some of you have figured that out by now.

The Flower Thief is notorious, and she has a system. There are days when you simply know that she's going to be in.

"Break the heads off the flowers before you throw them away," Grandpa will say. "She's going to be here tonight, I think."

And sure enough, she would be. At 6:45, a quarter til we close- the Thief would announce her arrival. Loudly.

"Heeeeey, baaaaaaby!"

The very first time I encountered the Flower Thief, she came in through the back door.

"Oh Hiiiii, Darlin'- ain't seen your face around here: you must be NEW! I'm Wren, you know- like the bird? Well, Kyle and I have an agreement that I come and work for y'all sometimes. You should take out this trash, it stinks to high heaven. Anyways, nice talkin' to ya, see ya later."

I may only be a little bit psychic, but I've spent enough time around liars to know insincerity when I see it. Kyle, at the time, was the manager of our store and I have it on record that he's tried to throw her out of the building once or twice.

While I was taking out the trash, her pile of purchase became so tall it towered over her. I watched Clark massively undercharge her for the sake of getting her to go away.

She has a pattern.

She comes in during the design classes because she knows that when there's twenty people in the store, there's not enough people to watch her and make sure she's not stealing. "There's a class today," she asks as if it's not literally every Tuesday. "Don't worry I know you all wanna get out of here on time."

The Flower Thief announces her presence in a grand way and then makes her way to the back to grab a trash bag or an empty box and then proceeds to bury any spare parts she finds in the cooler in the trash bag, hiding them under the things that she's actually buying.

After that, she checks the garbage cans for things we might have thrown away that will last another three days and stuffs them underneath her other ill-gotten goods.

Just when you think she's finished, she'll go through her pile of flowers and say: "You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus." And she'll go back into the cooler with it, stuff it in her purse, and walk back to the register.

And when she's all done being sneaky, she asks one of us to come ring her out.

This is the part that no one wants to do. Because ringing out the Flower Thief means haggling with the Flower Thief.

"Oh baaby, you know I don't pay those prices."

"Oh baaaby, I only pay $19 for roses."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaby, those carnations were on special."

She'll talk you down to under $100 with a sob story:

"Oh baaaaby, you know I'm donating this spray to the family. It's for that woman you know- you know the one. She got herself murdered a couple nights ago? Two children and she was pregnant too! Pregnant! Can you believe it? Who murders someone with child? What's the world coming to? So I need a good discount to make sure we treat this family right because they got a looooong road ahead of them."

"Oh baaaaaaby, you know this one's for that car crash over on Cleveland Avenue? I hear he was taking care of his dying father himself, so it's such a shame for him to go first like that."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby, this is for that little boy that shot himself, isn't that sad?"

Thank you, Sister Mary Loquacious.

And you nod because you don't want to come off as an uncaring sociopath. And while you're nodding and adjusting the price for her sad, sad consequence and mulling over how good she is for donating to these people in their time of need, she steals some greens from the trash can and sticks them in her bag.

She hands you crisp $100 bills. You check them and she makes jokes about how she printed them this morning. They're legit. Counterfeiting isn't why she went to prison.

What she went to prison for was drug trafficking.

"Do you need some help," you ask, trying to be a good citizen.

"Oh no, I got it," she insists. "I'll make it in two trips. I'm stronger than I look!"

And don't you dare get caught looking to see what she put in the bag or she will give you one hell of a lecture.

By the time all of this has passed, the class will be over and there will two minutes left in the work day. She's spent thirty-seven minutes in the store. Your register is unbalanced because now you don't have enough small bills to balance it and only have one $100 bill to get you through tomorrow.

And that's why there are rules.

On occasion, a new person will break the rules not knowing that there's rules. One such occasion was when Clair decided to be helpful.

"You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus," Wren said.

"Oh! I'll put it back for you," Clair suggested. And before Wren could protest, it was out of Wren's hands and nowhere near her purse.

It was mentioned to Sage, who only worked for us one summer, that Wren had failed to pay for something and she immediately chased her out into the street.

Wren drives very fast.

If you cross her too many times, she'll make sure you never forget it. One day, she stomped her way in through the front door, angry.

"You ain't treated me better than a damn THIEF," screamed the Flower Thief.

Grandpa, who was helping Blue make a wedding bouquet at the time, departed from the desk. "Beg pardon?"

"A thief! You been treating me like a thief ever since they made you manager and I'm sick of it! I see you bringing in your henchmen, following me in the cooler, chasing me down the street. Treat me with some damn respect."

Words were exchanged. They were not kind. We thought we'd seen the end of her.

But she was back one week later, doing the same damn thing.

So now there are rules.

If you make something and there's an excess of flowers left over from the pack, you have to make something out of the leftovers or she'll pick through them and stuff them in her bag.

If you cannot make something out of them, you must throw them out.

If you throw them out, you must break the heads off first.

The trash cans must be emptied every night before 5:00.

We do not keep trash bags in plain sight.

Break down all empty boxes, or she will use them in place of trash bags.

Do not leave any food or drink where she can find it.

Do not leave any half-used rolls of floral tape where she can find it.

Do not let her know anything about you- lest she use it against you.

If you speak of a Thief, you summon a Thief- speak quietly, and never her name or you invite trouble.

The basic rules one makes when dealing with pests. Or fairy-folk.

There are rules and there are rules and there are rules.

If you want to keep a pest away, you make these sorts of rules. But if you want to get rid of a pest indefinitely, you have to remove their food source. And Wren's food source was her discount.

You start exercising your right to say 'no' to a customer in small ways.

She saw a bunch of carnations in the trash and said:

"Oh baby, these are still good! I'll take them off your hands for you!"

"They've been sitting without water for hours."

"They're still good!"

"They were out in the sun."

"Oh baby, I've been working with flowers for 40 years and I know that these will still be fine for a couple of days!" She picks a bunch of them out of the trash and shoves it in my face. "See, it's still stiff- it's still good!"

"Okay," I said. And before I could stop myself: "Full price."

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. If it were just a little bit colder, I would have been able to see steam coming out of her ears.

We stared at each other for about a minute, waiting for the other to flinch. She took the bunch away from my face and threw them back into the trash. While she was in the cooler, I took the liberty of snapping the heads off of them and burying them further into the garbage.

And so began a war between the flower shop and the Flower Thief.

She came in: every single night. And each night, she got me.

Again.

"Oh no, baby! These carns are supposed to be 39 cents a stem. I can bring up the email."

"Sure." She brings up the email. "I see that they are 39 cents but... this was for Saturday."

"Yea, and I bought those carns on Saturday and you charged me full price!"

"Saturday."

"Yeah."

"You didn't buy these on Saturday. You bought them Friday."

"Well I didn't know that they'd be on sale, so I need them for that price because I didn't know they'd be on sale."

"The sales are one-day only. I can't adjust a sale from Friday to reflect Saturday's sale... on Sunday."

She made a noise that reminds me somewhat of a cement mixer.

And again.

"I got a bad banner last time, can you print me a new one?" She shows me the banner in question. It's white. The 't' and the 'h' in 'mother' ran together.

"Sure."

"Okay, I need it to say 'Beloved Mother' and I want it in pink."

"Sure."

I print it. I ring her up $5.

"Oh baaaaaaby, no, that one should be free."

"Grandpa said- banners start at $5."

"Oh, but you sold me a bad one last time."

"We haven't sold you a banner in three weeks. How long have y'all had that body sitting in your cooler?"

She grumbled, and paid.

And again.

"I swear you been workin' every night this week! You must be tired," she said, nerves plain in her voice. "When do you get a day off?"

"When the work is done."

"That ain't what I'm askin'. When's your next day off, baby?"

"I stop working when the work is done, Wren."

She narrows her eyes, which is a fun change from them bugging out of her skull like a fruit fly. "You don't ever get any days off?"

"When the work stops, I rest."

And again.

"I'll be in and out, I know y'all want to get out of here on time," she said- announcing her presence to the entire class. She piled her stuff across the register counter and Grandpa began ringing her up.

"Oh baby..."

"No. We're doing away with the discounts."

There are twenty people in the workshop for the class and Grandpa doesn't want to make a scene. She pulls her into the back, and I choose to make my instructions louder to mask the sound of them yelling.

"So you're going to take your hypericum berries and you're going to cut the stem to about ten inches-"

"How can you do this to me?"

"And you're going to slowly fill the vase with these berries to kind of set the shape of the arrangement."

"After all these years and this is how you treat me?"

"Fun fact- you might know hypericum berries as their more common name: St John's Wort! St. John's Wort has been used as a medication for depression prior to modern medicine." You see- I, too, have taken notes from the Chattering Order.

"You can't do this to me," Wren said, stamping her feet like a toddler.

"But I wouldn't recommend eating them. However, they do smell somewhat like baked brown sugar."

Stamp, stamp, stamp.

Wren threw herself into the cooler and began putting a bulk of her flowers back.

"This is robbery," I heard her say to Grandpa at the register.

"Is it now?"

And again.

She came in and immediately reached for a half-empty box of oasis bricks (the green sponge material that we use to hold flowers.) She said few words to me, few at all. She talked to Carrie about how she was going out to the country for awhile, to take care of her nephew's property. She needed to stock up. And oh- don't worry about it, she knows what she's doing. She's part of The Family.

She is in no manner of speaking, a member of The Family that owns this shop. Not even a third cousin.

I saw her beeline for a rose I'd set in the trash. I picked it up, opened my mouth, and bit the head off of it. She stood in the middle of the workshop, absolutely stunned.

Rose petals have the vague texture of arugula, by the way. Slightly sweeter, though. Tough to swallow in one go.

She ran back into the cooler and didn't talk to me.

I began taking down numbers.

27 bricks of oasis. One pack of roses. Ten calla lilies. 1/2 pack of assorted greens.

I punched the numbers in to the register. As if sensing something was amiss, she emerged from the cooler.

"$54? What do I have that's $54?"

"The oasis. They're $2 each."

"Oh no baaaaaby, they're $1."

"I can text Grandpa and ask her."

"... that won't be necessary. Why are you charging me $22.50 for roses? You know my prices by now!"

"22.50 is the price for a pack of roses."

"22.50 is everybody prices."

"Welcome to 'everybody.'"

"I ain't paid a price increase in 7 years!"

"The price of milk went up, Wren. So does everything else."

She was seeing red, I knew it. There's a vein in her forehead that pops out when she's angry and it's the same shape as the river that runs through my home town. She sized me up, as if wondering if she could take me.

I'm 256 pounds of 4H beef, and I have a knife. Try me.

"I'm gonna call Kyle on this."

"Do it." A lifetime of retail has made me immune to 'I'd like to speak to the manager.'

She grumbled and put things back. Carrie offered to watch her, I held up my hand.

"Can you do something for me on these carns? They're the last pack in there and they're lookin' kinda ratty."

"9.50."

"9.50's the regular price."

"Regular price is $14."

"No it ain't."

"Is today. You're taking our last pack and we need those for funerals."

She put them back.

She gave me a credit card. It seemed fake, but it ran. Every time I see here, she's got a different card. Did she print this one this morning, too? At least she stopped trying to sell me on Bitcoin. As you can see, it made her incredibly wealthy.

She gathered her things and left. "Guess I'm getting the rest of my flowers from KROGER!"

There are things you want to say. Like... I hope they enjoy your company just as much as we do. Or: Haven't graced them with your presence in awhile, huh? But at the time, it was better just to watch her leave with her minuscule bunch of flowers. I get a choice in where I loan my voice.

Not here.

Is it over? Nah. She'll be back for another round. But one day she'll finally retire in the way that she's always threatened to. And then? Then it can be as over as it ever will be.

It is shocking to come from a history of retail, where you're not allowed to even hint at the idea of a customer being wrong, where you have to override every single price change to get the scores up, where you have to just let them steal your things and pull the wool over your eyes...

... to flat-out telling someone 'no.'

"No."

It's such a great word.

There are rules and there are rules.

And there are thieves that the rules are made for.

And there are words like 'no.'

And all those things are magic in very human ways.

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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago

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TWO: HOT AND COLD

CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY: You and Chris finally get Silas' approval to officially join his crew. The stakes are high now that you and Chris need to move in and act like a couple at all times.

REQUEST: Chris and reader at the party scene and one of the bad guys get a little too touchy with reader and Chris almost breaks cover.

PAIRING Chris x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

NOTES: This series will have 5 chapters + epilogue and potentially even a few bonus chapters. I’m just obsessed with Chris and can’t get enough of him. Hence why this request inspired such a long story! Also there weren’t specific details as to who the reader was supposed to be so I went with an agent!

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, any warnings that apply for the movie.

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Two months, that’s how long it took to be completely in. The vibe changed greatly once Chris started to show that he trusted you and it helped speed up the process. You and him are friends now and it’s much easier to pretend you’re together when you have another kind of relationship with him.

‘’I wonder why Petra wanted us to come early tonight.’’ You say to Chris while he’s driving you over to Silas’ house.

Usually on Fridays you show up around 9-10 pm but tonight Petra was very clear that you needed to be there by 7. ‘’Do you think they know?’’

He shakes his head. ‘’No, otherwise they would have pretended like everything was normal until we got there.’’

‘’Makes sense.’’ You agree with him.

‘’You wearing the knife I got you?’’

You nod. ‘’Put it in my boot, like you told me.’’

‘’If things go south at least we’re not unarmed.’’ He glances at you. ‘’What do we do if things go south?’’

‘’We try to convince them that we’re legit, if they don’t believe us then we fight our way out, we get in your truck and call for backup while getting our asses out of there.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’If I make it out and you don’t, I have to leave without you and not go back.’’

He squeezes your hand with his, the coldness of his rings giving you goosebumps. ‘’We got this.’’

You take a deep breath as he parks and you get out of the truck at the same time he does. He locks the doors and rounds the car to join you. He puts his keys in your pocket, in case you need to make a run for it, then takes your hand as you walk towards the door. Chris walks in without knocking like he’s been doing for weeks. Silas’ the one who told him that you were always welcomed and didn’t need to knock anymore.

Chris likes it because that way if there’s anything bad going on, he can take them by surprise and the surprise can give you advantage for either running away or making arrests.

You shut the door behind the two of you and follow Chris deeper into the house. He puts his arm around you as you walk and brings you close to kiss your cheek.

‘’Game face on, Dove.’’ He whispers so close to your ear that his facial hair tickles you.

‘’The lovebirds are finally here!’’ Petra says when she sees you come in. ‘’Get it? Lovebirds? Dove?’’

‘’You should quit your day job and become a comedian, sold out venues every night.’’ You tease her.

‘’Whatever.’’ She rolls her eyes and invites you to sit down next to her on the floor. ‘’Silas wants to say something to you guys.’’

Chris sits on the couch behind you, always staying close, while you sit with Petra.

Silas walks in a few seconds later, the man does love being dramatic and loves making an entrance even more.

‘’We’ve been making you do a few jobs for a month now.’’ He starts and you nod. ‘’So far everything’s been going great and my dear Petra has been vouching for you since day one so… Welcome to the team.’’

‘’That’s why you wanted us to come over so early?’’ You look at the blonde sitting next to you.

‘’Yes and no.’’ She grins. ‘’Now that you’re part of the team, you gotta get the ink!’’

‘’Now?’’ You ask, surprised. Petra nods. ‘’And who’s going to do that?’’

‘’I am.’’ She says proudly.

Great, you think. Now you need to get three black blobs somewhere on your body. Somewhere you can hide, hopefully.

‘’You ok?’’ She asks you, staring at you.

‘’She’s fine.’’ Chris answers for you. ‘’My baby’s never gotten tattooed before and she’s a bit nervous around needles.’’ He chuckles.

‘’I’ll be fine. Let’s do it.’’

Petra stands up while holding one of your hands, tugging on it so you’d follow. ‘’Where do you want it?’’

‘’Back of my neck?’’

‘’Perfect. Let’s put you in a tank top.’’ She drags you to her room to make you change out of your t-shirt and into a tank top that will give her full access to your neck. ‘’You and Chris will move into the room at the end of the hall, to make sure you never miss anything.’’

‘’I remember you telling me about this.’’ You follow her back into the living room.

‘’The sooner, the better.’’ She makes you sit back down on the floor while she sits on the couch behind you.

You bring your legs to your chest and wrap your arms around them to keep them in place. You rest your forehead on your knees to give her enough space to work with and avoid getting stiff in the neck.

‘’We’ll get to it tomorrow.’’ You promise her.

‘’Ready?’’

‘’No.’’ You laugh. ‘’Do it anyway.’’

‘’Stay still.’’

It doesn’t take long before you regret choosing a spot that’s basically just bones. It hurts like a bitch.

‘’One down, two to go.’’

‘’Fuck me.’’ You hiss.

‘’You called?’’ Chris says after hearing you.

You chuckle, trying not to move. ‘’Dork.’’

‘’I’m going to blame the fact that you’re in pain and forget you called me a dork.’’

‘’Petra?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Please remind me to call Chris a dork later tonight when I’m no longer in pain so he knows I mean it.’’

‘’Chris, Dove says you’re a dork and she means it when she says it. Here, done.’’

You laugh which quickly turns into a painful hiss. Petra’s tattooing right on top of your spine and it’s even worse than earlier.

‘’You ok, baby?’’ Chris frowns.

‘’Never better.’’ You give him a thumbs up, your forehead still on your knees.

He sits on the floor, facing you, and asks Petra to stop for a second.

‘’Don’t stop, it’ll hurt more.’’

‘’It’s just for a second.’’ He wraps his hands around your calves. ‘’Look up.’’

You lift your head, surprised to see him on the floor in front of you. Chris puts his legs on each side of your body and does the same thing with your legs with his body, your legs on top of his. He moves to sit as close as possible to you so that you can rest your head on his shoulder instead. He puts his arms around your waist and looks at Petra.

‘’She’s good, you can start again.’’

The moment she starts again, your hands fly up to Chris’ shirt to grab it in your clenched fists. He starts rubbing your back with both hands to try and take the focus away from the needles stabbing you repeatedly in the neck.

‘’You’re doing great.’’ He kisses your cheek and keeps rubbing your back as he notices that it helps you relax your body.

‘’Thank you.’’ You whisper.

‘’I got your back.’’ He smiles, even if you can’t see him.

‘’Still a dork.’’ You chuckle.

You hiss at a particularly painful stroke.

"Karma."

"I hate you."

"No one believes you but ok."

"You guys are adorable." Petra says. "A little annoying, but adorable."

"He's the annoying part, I'm the adorable part."

"All done!"

"Finally!!"

"We'll put some cream on and cover it."

You nod and let her do her thing until you're finally able to look up. You stretch your arms and your neck before patting Chris' thigh.

"Your turn, big guy."

"Where do you want it?" Petra asks him.

"Like hers." He takes your spot on the floor and you take his.

You let him rest his forehead on your shoulder and take his hands in yours. Your tank top didn't have a whole lot of fabric to grip on so you gave him your hands to squeeze instead.

"Your shirt is in the way." Petra tugs at his collar.

"Is it really or are you just trying to see him shirtless?" You ask her.

"Guess you'll never know. Off."

Chris rolls his eyes and takes it off, putting his head back on your shoulder once he's done. "There."

You had been holding out your hands between you and Chris so that he could hold them again but instead he chose to grip his shirt. You let your hands fall on your thighs, feeling a little bit like an idiot for thinking he'd want to hold your hands when he doesn't have to.

He doesn't hiss or complain once, unlike you.

"Done." Petra announces, letting Chris sit back up to put his shirt on.

Once he's no longer leaning on you, you stand up and go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"I was gonna get pizza. Wanna come?" Arturo says to you when he sees you searching for food.

"Sure. Let me go change."

You walk back to Petra's room and change back into your shirt, leaving the tank top on her bed.

You walk out of her room and get stopped by Chris.

"What are you doing?"

"Arturo is going out to get pizza and asked me to go with him."

Chris glares at you. "Stop letting him flirt with you. It's making me look bad."

"Again with this?" You sigh. "Fine." You look around for Arturo. "Go on without me." You say loud enough for him to hear you.

Arturo shrugs and leaves.

"There." You roll your eyes and walk around Chris to go sit on the couch.

Petra looks at you, frowning. "You ok?"

"Yep." You nod. "Just hungry." You smile at her.

Chris comes to sit next to you, putting his arm around you and you let him, although you're annoyed with him and want to sit far from him.

You watch the TV in front of you, trying to understand what exactly it is that you're watching.

"We have to move in." Chris says after a while.

You nod. "Petra told me."

"We're going to share a room."

"Yep."

"You ok with that?"

"It's fine, I trust you."

You just wish he would trust you too but no matter what you do, no matter how long you've been working together it doesn't seem like he ever will and it stings but there's nothing you can do about it.

The ride home is quiet, just the low humming coming from the radio and the engine roaring can be heard.

"Do you need help packing your things?" Chris asks as you're getting out of his truck.

"No it's ok, I don't have a lot, but thank you."

"I'll pick you up at noon."

You give him a quick nod. "I'll be ready."

You close the heavy passenger door and walk to the front door of your apartment building under Chris' watchful eyes.

"Good night." He whispers under his breath as he watches you walk inside, only pulling away when the door is completely shut behind you and that you're safe inside.

You go to bed as soon as you're back and wake up at 10 am to pack all of your things which are basically just clothes and a few books. You shove everything into two duffel bags and do a quick walk-around to make sure you aren't forgetting anything. The last thing you need is a lecture from Chris because he needs to give you a ride back here to get something you forgot.

At 11:50, you grab your bags and go downstairs to wait for Chris outside. Chris hates to wait.

He pulls up at 11:59 and gets out of his truck to take your bags.

"You got everything? Did you double check to make sure you weren't forgetting anything?"

Living with him is going to be painful.

"Hi. Good morning. I'm good, thank you for asking. How are you? Did you sleep well? Of course I've got everything, and I didn't double check, I triple checked."

You sigh and get in his truck while he throws your bags in the back.

"I'm sorry." He says after sitting behind the wheel again. "This is just-"

"Stressful, I know." You cut him off because every time, he says the same thing. You're his human stress ball, you've gotten used to it. It sucks, but you're used to it.

Moving in wasn't that hard or complicated. There was already a bed and furniture so all you had to do was put away your clothes and you made sure not to take more than one drawer to not give another reason to Chris to think you're no good.

As soon as you're done, you turn to look at the bed.

"Which side do you sleep on?" You ask Chris.

"Take whichever side you want, I don't mind."

"Which side is it?"

"...Left."

You nod, take off your shoes and climb on top of the right side to lie down.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm just tired. A lot of late nights and early mornings."

You close your eyes.

‘’Do you want me to go get you something to eat? Maybe get you some water?’’

‘’Water would be nice, thank you.’’

‘’You got it.’’

You hear him walk out, closing the door right after. After a few minutes you open your eyes again and turn to lie on your other side, away from the door. The mattress is extremely uncomfortable and you have no idea how you’re going to be able to sleep on this thing. You bury your face in your pillow and sigh. There’s nothing you can do about it now, or ever for that matter, so you might as well give up right now.

Chris comes back with a bottle of water 15 minutes later. ‘’Sorry, Silas wanted to talk.’’

‘’No worries.’’ You say, still awake.

‘’Are you done napping already?’’

You sit up and take the bottle of water he’s handing you. You take a few sips and put it down on the makeshift nightstand next to your side of the bed.

‘’I haven’t slept at all.’’ You shrug. ‘’This is the worst mattress I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I’m just going to sleep on the floor.’’

Chris arches a brow. ‘’It can’t be that bad.’’

‘’See for yourself.’’ You gesture for him to sit down.

He quickly sits at your feet. He moves around a little, nods his head and stands back up. ‘’There’s no way in hell we’re sleeping on this thing.’’

He opens your bedroom door and pops his head outside. ‘’Yo, Toby. Do you know if there’s mattresses somewhere in this house we can use? Ours is shit.’’

‘’Sorry, man. If you want another mattress you’ll have to go buy one.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ He walks back to you and holds out his hand in front of him. ‘’Come on.’’

‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’You heard him. We’re going to the store.’’

You shake your head. ‘’I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s fine. I don’t want to be a pain in the ass.’’

‘’The only pain in my ass in this room is that mattress. Now come on.’’ He takes your hand and tugs gently on it to get you to stand up.

‘’Ok, ok.’’ You put your shoes back on and stand up while he gets his keys.

He closes your bedroom door, though you’re both 99.9% sure that at least one of them is going to go through your stuff while you’re gone.

‘’Where are you going?’’ Toby asks when he sees you walking to the front door.

‘’We’re getting a mattress.’’ Chris says over his shoulder as he steps outside.

You end up at a store that sells almost brand-new mattresses for cheap.

‘’Oh, Dove. You gotta try this one.’’ You turn around to see Chris lying down on a mattress, looking extra cozy. He’s been testing them all and every 5 minutes he finds ‘’the one’’.

You come to lie next to him and this one is actually very comfortable.

‘’So?’’

‘’Can we afford it?’’ You ask before getting excited.

‘’Of course we can.’’ It’s not like he was using his own money anyway.

‘’That’s the one.’’

‘’Yes.’’ He sits up and looks down at you. ‘’Get up before you fall asleep.’’

‘’I’m not falling asleep.’’

‘’Yeah you are. You have a look when you’re getting sleepy and you have it right now.’’ He chuckles and pokes at your side.

‘’Fine, fine.’’ You sit up. ‘’I’m up.’’

As you walk over to the counter to pay for your ‘’new’’ mattress, you stop Chris.

‘’Hey Chris?’’

‘’Yeah?’’ He turns around to look at you.

‘’Can we get new sheets too?’’

‘’Good call.’’

Judging by the state of the mattress, whoever slept there before you clearly didn’t care about anything and you doubt the sheets got any kind of care aside from a few times in the washing machine.

Once everything’s paid for, you go wait by Chris’ truck and watch as he and one of the store clerks get the mattress in the bed of his truck. He tips the guy even though you would have been more helpful than he was and you get in the truck, holding the new set of sheets.

‘’Want me to help you get it inside when we’re home?’’ You ask, looking at him. resting the back of your head on your seat.

‘’I’ll ask one of the guys.’’

You nod and close your eyes.

Chris glances at you a few times. ‘’Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t look so good.’’ He reaches over to you with his right hand and cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek as he tries to get a good look at you while also not crashing the car.

‘’I’m ok. Just need a good nap. We got home late last night, only got a few hours of sleep.’’ You almost lean into his touch but stop yourself in time.

‘’You gotta be more careful, take care of yourself. You can’t be this exhausted, if something went down and you were like this-’’

‘’I could get you killed, I know.’’ You move away from him to look outside. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

Chris lets his hand fall on the empty space between the two of you, shaking his head. He knows he’s been hard on you because he wants you to do well and he wants you to get out of this alive but he’s starting to realize that maybe he’s been too hard on you. All he wanted to say is that you could get seriously hurt and right away you close yourself up, put his well being above yours and apologize for something that’s out of your control.

He’s noticed you’ve been doing it a lot, you’ve done it this morning when he wanted to make sure you had all you needed. He’ll talk to you about it later tonight, once you’ve rested a bit.

Once you were back at the house, Chris asked for Toby and Arturo’s help to get the old mattress out and the new one in. It took them 35 minutes to make it work, it was actually quite sad to watch. And hilarious. Mostly hilarious. Seeing 3 grown men fight about how to get a mattress through a door is very entertaining.

While they fight you put the new sheets in the washing machine and they are almost completely dry by the time the 3 of them stop fighting.

You wait by the dryer while the sheets finish their cycle and once they’re done you go to your room and start making the bed.

‘’Do you need any help?’’ Chris asks from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

‘’I’m ok, thank you.’’ You say without looking up.

‘’So, um, I’ve been thinking and maybe you should take the night off? Just take some time to rest.’’

Did he just bench you? You totally just got benched.

‘’You’re the boss.’’ You simply answer back. You look at the clock to see that it’s barely 4 pm.

Tonight’s going to be a long night. Hopefully you’ll be able to sleep through hearing everyone having fun without you. You grab the things you need to take a shower and the clothes you usually sleep in, and walk past Chris to get to the bathroom you all share. You’ll have to be quick because the last thing you need is someone barging in while you’re naked in the shower. You lock the door and block it as best as you can by opening a few drawers, that should give you enough time to cover up if needed.

You take a shower in record time and quickly get dressed once you’re out. You take care of your damp hair and look down at yourself in the mirror, already regretting choosing to wear a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts.

You close the drawers and unlock the door to then open it and leave the bathroom holding your clothes you changed out of and the things you had brought in with you for your shower.

The annoying thing about this house is that walls are barely existent and you can see everything from everywhere, forcing you to walk in front of everyone sitting in the living room to get to your room.

Toby lets out a low whistle. ‘’Nice legs, Dove.’’

Now you feel like you need to take another shower.

‘’Hey.’’ Chris slaps his arm. ‘’Eyes up.’’

‘’Sorry man.’’ He holds up his hands. ‘’But how are you not all over her all the time?’’

Every time he opens his mouth your skin crawls. You hurry to get to your room and away from Toby’s wandering eyes and thoughts.

‘’It’s called boundaries, you should try it sometimes.’’ Chris rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch.

‘’Come to think of it, you barely ever touch her. You got a girl on the side or somethin’? Because I’d be more than happy to take care of Dove if she’s not doing it for you anymore.’’

‘’How about you focus on your girlfriend and I’ll take care of mine. Oh wait, you don’t have one.’’

Toby flips off Chris and goes back to playing video games.

You fall asleep almost instantly once you get into bed and sleep for a few hours before Chris wakes you up.

‘’Arturo just came back with food, are you hungry?’’

You’re just about to say yes, happy to get out of the room and be with everyone else and have some fun.

‘’If you’re hungry, tell me what you want and I’ll bring it to you.’’

Ha. It looks like you’re not even allowed to eat with everyone else now.

‘’I’m good, thanks.’’ You close your eyes again.

‘’Dove, when’s the last time you ate?’’

‘’I don’t know.’’ You mumble under your breath, hoping he would leave you alone.

‘’Yeah, I’m getting you some food.’’

‘’I’m not hungry.’’

‘’I don’t care, you’re going to eat.’’ He says while he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

He comes back a few minutes later with a plate for you. ‘’The only thing left was mushroom pizza.’’

‘’I hate mushrooms.’’

‘’I know, that’s why I picked them off I don’t think I missed any but just check before you bite into it to be sure.’’

You take the plate and sit up to eat. You look at the slice of pizza between each bite. Chris sits down on the edge of the bed.

‘’Toby said something to me earlier.’’

‘’What?’’ You ask, covering your mouth with your hand as you chew.

‘’He said I’m not affectionate enough with you. He asked me if I had someone on the side, if that’s why I acted like that.’’

You look at him, waiting for him to continue.

‘’We need to go heavier on the PDA.’’

That’ll be easy with him keeping you in your room, away from everybody.

‘’Ok.’’ You give him back your plate and get out of bed.

‘’Where are you going?’’ He watches you.

‘’I need to brush my teeth and I need to pee.’’ You frown, grabbing your toothbrush.

‘’Oh, ok.’’ He nods.

‘’Don’t worry, I’ll come right back here when I’m done.’’ You leave the room and walk to the bathroom.

‘’Nice legs.’’ Toby says again, chuckling to himself.

You turn to glare at him. ‘’Learn some manners or shut the hell up.’’ You slam the bathroom door shut.

Chris drops your plate in the kitchen and comes back to sit with everyone else.

‘’You’re definitely not getting laid tonight. Looks like your girl has her period.’’ Toby tells Chris when he walks in.

‘’Or maybe you pissed her off by being an asshole.’’

‘’Highly unlikely.’’ Toby scoffs.

Everybody stares at you while you walk back from the bathroom.

‘’Going back to bed, baby?’’ Chris asks, as if he hadn’t specifically told you to do just that tonight.

‘’Yep.’’

‘’Wait for me.’’ He says, getting back up and catching up with you.

You climb back into bed while he gathers some of his stuff. ‘’I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be right back.’’

You nod and lie down, closing your eyes to fall asleep again. You wake back up when you feel someone getting into bed with you, it was especially dark in the room but somehow you know it’s Chris.

He pulls you to his chest with an arm around your middle, holding you there.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You whisper.

‘’Holding you.’’

‘’Why? No one can see us.’’

‘’Because you look like you could use a hug, or ten, and honestly so could I. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll back off. ‘’

‘’No, it’s fine.’’

A minute goes by before Chris talks again.

‘’You know, you can tell me if something is wrong.’’ He whispers, unsure if you are asleep and trying to be safe in case someone is trying to listen in.

‘’What makes you think something is wrong?’’

‘’You used to smile a lot. You laughed, you joked around. You were always in a good mood. Now you barely even smile, you don’t joke or laugh.’’

‘’Chris… You’re the one who told me I needed to stop being so carefree and that I needed to take this job more seriously.’’ You say, confused as to why suddenly he’s worried when you’re just listening to what he says.

‘’I did? When?’’

‘’3 weeks in, when you were driving me home. You said that I would never fit in and screw up everything if I keep being ‘’bubbly’’, your word not mine.’’

‘’I’ve been an asshole to you, haven’t I?’’

‘’Again, your word not mine.’’

‘’Get dressed. We’re going for a ride.’’

CHAPTER THREE

it took me a while to post chapter 2. I usually like to post every other day but I've been busy with work. Monday I'll be at the hospital so chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow and chapter 4 Tuesday!

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #destroyer!chris #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer chris x you #reader insert #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #destroyer #destroyer the movie #destroyer movie

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 32 (01/10/21)

Brody was missing from this session so Joker filled in for him.

(also, as weird as this sounds, cw for mentions of blood IRL)

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Astro: Joker, do you wanna vouch for me that I didn��t kill this person? Joker: Astro and Skizz didn’t, but Astro was thinking about it. So, you know, take that for what it’s worth. Etho: We all have those thoughts though.

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Impulse: I will admit, I have a weird new role that I don’t know what it means. Astro: Poisoner? Impulse, the poisoner: No. Skizz: Jerkface McJerkyton? That’s not new.

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*Evil and Skizz are accusing each other, Astro is the deciding vote* Astro: I have a question. Give me a number between one and twenty. Skizz first. Skizz: Wow. I go first? Astro: Yup. Skizz: Uhh… ten. Astro: Okay. Evil? Evil: Eighteen. Astro: By the… laws of the… averages, uh… *votes* Sorry, Evil.

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Joker: I’d like to make an announcement. Skizz: Go. Joker: I’m not friends with Skizz anymore. He marinated me. I’m not talking to him anymore, so if someone can tell Skizz this information, that’d be great. Skizz, laughing: Impulse, if you could tell the Joker I don’t care.

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Etho: I trust Evil the most this round. Evil: ...and I’m not sure I trust you, Etho. Impulse: Ooooohhh. Spicy.

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Evil: -and when I came back up, Pearl was dead. And I only heard one other voice. And he’s a very slippery fruit. Endless: Oh dear. Impulse: Apples are slippery too. It wasn’t me, though. Tango: Go slip on an apple! Endless: I was reading way too much into that statement, okay, let’s go.

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Impulse: I was heading to the microwave in the cafeteria to cook a burrito. Skizz: Was it bacon and egg or bean and cheese? This matters. Impulse: I didn’t make it to the cafeteria cuz this got called. Tango: How do you know it was a burrito, then? Skizz: OOHOOHOOO. VOTING IMPULSE. Impulse: Cuz that’s what I’m hungry for! Allow me to dream!

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Joker: I was there with the body. It was Endless. The last thing he said, and I quote: “Joker is amazing. And I’m sorry that I have to die.” Impulse: Don’t buy it. Don’t buy it. Joker: That’s what he said. I held his body as he died and that was the last thing he said. *pause* Joker: He also said “make sure to let everybody know that Skizz smells like poop.” Skizz: Ah, there it is.

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Tango: Voting Skizz. Skizz: Whoa! Impulse: Was Skizz on the stack? Etho? Skizz: I was several steps away from it. Tango: I dunno, Skizz deserves to be voted off. Joker: I mean, I have to agree with that.

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*Skizz cut his foot on broken glass during the break* Endless: Not gonna lie, my wife would kill me if that happened. She’d be like “yeah I’m sorry about your foot but what’d you do to the carpet?” Tango: Yeah, you heal; the carpet doesn’t.

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Impulse: Think we might have to go another round without Skizz. Joker: Are they gonna have to amputate? Impulse: Probably. Joker: Yeah, I’d imagine so. Impulse: Be cool if he got one of those peg legs. Joker: I think he’s got an extra foot in his mouth, so he can use that. Evil: Wow… Impulse, snickering: Brutal. Joker: Was- Was that too soon? Impulse: Too soon, too soon. I mean, the dude’s still bleeding, you know?

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Tango: Is Skizz back? Skizz: I’m back. Tango: Eyyyy, Skizzleblood! Skizz: Dude, I cleaned up all the glass, I cleaned up all the blood- Tango: Tell me it’s like a crime scene in your living room right now, that’s all I wanna hear. Skizz: -and then I made myself a drink and I’m coming up the stairs - I have tile stairs - and I’m like “oh there’s blood all over the stairs- I’ll get that later.” Tango: YEAH! Priorities! That’s what I like to hear!

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*Skizz’s colour has turned from blue to grey due to a glitch* Tango: So Skizz, you’ve been grey. Skizz: I got- I got nothin’. Tango: Did you- How much blood did you lose? Are you turning into a- Skizz: *bursts out laughing* Evil: Zombieeeee.

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*body is reported* Tango: I did the pipes! I did the pipes! I did the pipes! I did the pipes! I did the pipes! *pause* Endless: Congratulations? Tango: I PIPED!

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Joker: If Tango could just finish his pipe dream earlier, the game would’ve been over. Tango: Is there a kick feature in this game? Just curious, asking for a friend. Endless: Yeah, if you go into the chat, there’s a boot option. Tango: OH! Joker: Endless. Shut up.

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Evil: Do we wanna switch maps and see if there’s more stability? Tango: Yes. I’m done with this map. Impulse: But I just took pictures! Tango: Can we play, like, the real map? Impulse: I got kicked off the ship for taking those pictures! Joker: Whoa. I dunno what I just walked into but that did not sound right. Endless, overlapping: Yeah, I’ve been there. That’s- That is not something you want on your record.

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*Impulse saw Tango morph back from being yellow* Impulse: *calls meeting* Impulse: What’s it like when an apple tries to become a banana? Skizz: Ooh, it’s like a smoothie! Endless, chuckling: What? Skizz, in a funny voice: Put a little blueberry in there. Tango: We got a little fruit action going on there or what? Joker: How much blood did you lose, Skizz? You feeling okay?

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Skizz: Etho. Say words. I like your voice. Etho: What’s up, buddy? What do you want to know? Skizz: I wanna know why you killed sweet Pearl. Etho: Which round? Skizz: Ohohh man. THIS round! Body’s not even cold!

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Astro: We’re trying for our first task win. Oh, unless Joker’s not gonna do his task. Joker: I- Uh… What, Astro? Astro: Huh? What? What? Where? Huh? Joker: Tasks?

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Skizz: Who is not doing their tasks?! What IS that? Astro: I’ll give you seven guesses. Skizz: Joker Joker Joker Joker Joker Joker Joker. Joker: Someone called? Skizz: Are you- Are you not- Do you have tasks, Jokes? *long pause* Joker: Um… Are we talking about like, around my house? Skizz: *sighs* Okay.

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Joker:*reports a body* Joker: OH I found this! Impulse: *laughs* “Oh I found this”? Joker, also laughing: I don’t know why I said it that way.

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Skizz: Can you do your last task? Cuz that would just be super. Joker: Yeah, Endless. Can you do your last task? Endless: My tasks are done, dude! Joker: Oh. Then I guess you don’t need to do it. Skizz, why are you asking him to do his last task? Skizz: Talking to YOU, Jokes.

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*Mrs Tango’s body is reported* Endless: It’s just Mrs Tango, let’s move on. Joker: That’s rude, Endless. Endless: Skipping. Moving on.

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Endless: Whoever killed Mrs Tango, you’ve got my full support. Joker: Endless. Stop it.

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Impulse: I wonder if Endless and Evil were both imposters and they were trying to cover it up by having a fake conversation in the upper left engine. Evil: No, it was a conversation about the fact that I miss him. Impulse: Yeaaaaah, that felt strange. Like, nobody misses Endless ever. Skizz: Yeah that’s definitely fake. Impulse: That’s what sold me, dude. I was like there’s no way he’s giving him compliments.

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Skizz: I love you buddy but I just- I’m not even gonna vote for you, I just want to put some sus because- Impulse: You’re wrong. You’re wrong; you lost too much blood. You’re wrong. Skizz: That could be it. That could be it. Impulse: You’ve admitted that you’re off tonight, right? Skizz: No I didn’t, I’ve been crushing it. I was off on Etho ONE time and it got me a little- It shook my confidence. Impulse: Get me voted off, Skizz. I want your confidence to be crushed. Skizz: Oh…

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Joker: You know what, I just wanna vote Endles out cuz I’m getting tired of his… poop. Endless: Do it, let’s do it. Etho: He might be jester. Endless, in an ominous whisper: Yesss, I’m jester.

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*Joker is ejected* Endless: If this is wrong, we’re never gonna finish this game. Joker: Nope. You’re not. Now you gotta figure it out. Skizz: If we’re wrong, you gotta [do your tasks]. Do it for me. Oh, that was never gonna sell him.

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Skizz: I think Impulse might be jester, I think the imposters are Etho and Evil, and the only legit people are me and Pearl. Impulse: *gasps* Evil: Wrong. Skizz, you are so wrong. Skizz: I KNOW I AM; I CAN’T DO THIS GAME ANYMORE! I WAS SO GOOD WHEN WE STARTED! I HATE THIS GAME! Pearl: You are wonderfully right, I had my hand on that scanner. Skizz: I BELIEVE PEARLY POP! VOTING EVIL!

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Skizz: Hey! Tango! Why is Joker done with his tasks like three weeks before you? Tango: I dunno, man. I don’t know what’s happening right now. Joker: Yeah! Yeah! How’s that, huh?! How about now, sucker?! Skizz: *bursts out laughing* Joker: I- I dunno, I felt… I felt vindicated for some reason.

#impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #etho #misterjoker #theendless #evilnotion #mrstango #pearlescentmoon #astrozoan #friday night stabby #friday night stabby quotes

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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I’m utterly confused by that Twilight post. What does it even mean? Literally all the criticism it receives is for the legitimate reasons. Heck, it has been accused of misogyny, as well. It’s like 50 Shades of Grey, for all it’s accusations of misogyny and creepiness, it was written by a woman, and popular with them. If you want to say some of the criticism was misogyny, go ahead, I’m sure some were, but you can’t say most when I’m sure most people haven’t seen a single example of it.

We don’t see as much of it now because the focus has indeed shifted to legit criticism of the series - and that criticism did always exist - but there was a time (really kicking off around 2008 with the first film) when people simply tore Twilight apart. It was hated. It was reviled. Hating Twilight was an entire personality for some people and you didn’t admit to liking Twilight unless you wanted to deal with a truly horrendous amount of backlash. I honestly can’t think of anything we have today that’s comparable. Maybe something like Steven Universe or Homestuck where the mere mention can get you a side-eye of, “You like that?” But even then that response is often more along the lines of teasing and, if it’s not, it pales in comparison to what Twilight fans received. I’m honestly not sure how to summarize this if you didn’t live through it. It was really, really bad. When people bring up misogyny in this case they’re often referring to how the world reacted to the series, not saying simply that the series lacked women representation.

“But, Clyde,” people may ask. “Homestuck and Steven Universe are both arguably excellent stories that tackle a lot of sensitive subjects. Not always perfectly, but they’re trying. How does that compare to a series with stalking, racism, and a character falling in love with an infant?” I’m so glad you asked! The difference is that at the time - more than a decade past - most people weren’t criticizing Twilight for those things. Many certainly were (as said, these criticisms have always existed) but the majority of attacks centered around how badly written the series was. How Bella is the worst role model ever. How incredibly stupid a sparkling vampire is. Yet when fans of the series pointed out, “Hey, this other franchise is just as badly written?” or “There are thousands of stories where women just act as eye candy for the men and are basically treated as slabs of meat, but you’re still praising them?” or “Yeah, it’s kind of silly, but lots of stories are silly. Have you seen some of the nonsense in Star Wars? Why is Twilight getting such an extreme backlash?” there were no answers. Because the answer actually boiled down to, “We hate this series because it’s explicitly geared towards young women.” It’s a female fantasy story, taking a previously badass, dangerous creature and turning him into a love interest. Making him sparkle. Giving us the woman’s point of view (unlike Harry Potter). Making that women more passive and romance focused rather than, say, a deadly archer whose romantic side is turned into another weapon (The Hunger Games). Then Twilight was sold to a primarily women-centric audience. Young women. Teenagers. Tweens. One of the most instinctively hated groups in Western media. Men want nothing to do with a “girly” series. Many girls reject it because they’re “not like other girls.” For a long time hating Twilight was the cool thing to do not because it has serious problems with racism, stalking, pedophilia, etc. but because a bunch of young, nerdy women unabashedly loved it and were expressing that love in what was deemed a “cringy” manner.

A lot of people didn’t hate Twilight fans because they praised a problematic book. They hated Twilight fans because they were women (and many queer individuals) who refused to like the “right” kind of literature. It comes down to the double standard. There’s a lot of really bad movies and books out there. Like a LOT. Most of the time when someone says they enjoyed a “bad” thing people shrug and allow them to have that enjoyment: “Oh god yeah. That Transformers movie was horrible! Still fun to watch on a Friday night though.” However, when the story is written by, for, and primarily about women, suddenly it’s The Worst Thing Ever. It’s why Romance gets so much intense ridicule despite much Sci-Fi being equally ridiculous/“badly” written - Sci-Fi is considered an “art” whereas Romance is “trash.” It’s why (as I’ve discussed in the past) we can have a thousand absurd male fantasy films that make you question who green-lit this project even while you happily buy a ticket, but the second we get one in the form of Jupiter Ascending, “quality” is a necessary component for enjoying the story. People enjoy badly written and incredibly offensive literature all the time - we read a ton of them as Classics in our schools! - but when teenage girls enjoy a badly written, offensive series the whole world rises up to shame them for it. I think Princess Weekes put it well in her article about just this issue: having good reasons for hating Twilight while also acknowledging the double-standard that colored her younger, visceral hatred:

What is the difference between Twilight moms who turn their bedrooms into shrines for Edward and Bella, and dads who do the same thing for Star Wars, Star Trek, or any other male-targeted franchise? The difference is that we have assumed that one has more value, even at its weakest points, than the other.

The fact that we thought that Twilight was the worst thing to happen to science-fiction/fantasy when Ready Player One exists is … yeah.

There are so many male authors who have done more damage to concepts of masculinity than Stephenie Meyer ever did to femininity. So while we should discuss the sexist, racist, and problematic themes in Twilight, dragging down women with it is neither necessary nor productive—especially considering all of the other things we give a pass to because the way they write sexism/racism is … better (coughOutlandercough).

I’m simplifying this situation a great deal. There was a lot going on that fed into the Twilight hate, but the takeaway is what the post I reblogged initially said. There are people who hate Twilight for specific, legitimate reasons that need to be acknowledged. There are also people who hate Twilight because they can’t stand the fact that a huge swath of women enjoy something they don’t. These two things do exist simultaneously and should be considered when discussing the series. Is someone criticizing it because they’re appalled by the horrific treatment of Native Americans? Do they think it’s the stupidest thing ever but are happy to let others enjoy it? Or are they ranting/attacking others because only men are allowed to enjoy stupid, shallow, “badly” written stories? It’s that last one that’s a problem.

#twilight #mymetas #color2wheel

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belladoesmakeup · 5 years ago

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Hey guys it’s time to chat Mini Controversy .....

I’m sure it’s not surprise to anyone that after watching Shane & Jeffree series about designing and making their own makeup collection I had to pick something up when the collection dropped. Now before we get into the actual palette it’s chat for a minute. Getting this palette was not easy when the collection launched in less that 10 minutes every website that was carrying the collection crashed. No one could use Jeffree’s website to get the products Beauty Bay died for 4 hours so for a period of time no one could even get on the website to buy anything. The collection launched at 5pm Friday U.K. time and around 8.30pm I could finally get my hands on the Mini Controversy palette. Originally I wanted to get the gloss and maybe the other palette but everything sold so quickly I just grateful to get something. So around 10pm I finally got all my confirmation emails to say my order was official and legit. Monday night my beauty bay package arrived and I finally got the palette.

In tomorrow’s post I’ll show you a look with the eyeshadows that I wore the morning after I received my palette. But anyway back on to the palette. Now compared to the Conspiracy palette I would say this palette is a mixture of nude tones with a pop a colour whereas conspiracy is a real mixture of nude, neon and Cool toned shades. I’m personally happy I got the mini palette instead because these are colours I can work with. The palette itself has 3 shimmer shades and 6 matte shades, the shimmer shades are the 3 colours on the right on the row down and then you have the mattes next to them. I’m obsessed with the shade My Apology which is a gorgeous burgundy shimmer shade. When I was watching the series I spotted this shade being swatched by Shane and I loved it!!!! It’s definetly a shade I would use a lot. From first appearance the two blue shades look quiet similar but one is a matte formula and one is shimmer but that being said the shimmer it’s more a aqua blue. Out of all the colours in the palette I think the two blue shades may take a little practise but i honestly think I would get great use out of the remaining 7 shades.

I definitely think this palette is wearable and has a lot of looks to offer but you do have to be open to the idea of having pops of colour with the purple and blue. I’m really excited to play with this palette more and see what looks I come up with. The only thing that makes me sad is the more I use the palette the quicker the stamps in the palette will fade so I’ve taken a few pics before I make them disappear. I also have to give a quick shout of for the packaging which is adorable like I said before after watching the series it’s been so fun to see the final product and actually have one. Shane & Jeffree sold over 1million units of eyeshadow palettes on the release day which is insane so on his Instagram account Jeffree mentioned that there will be a restock but it’s most likely happening early 2020 which is far enough. I mean who knew it would sell out so quickly that it broke the internet.

Like I said tomorrow I’ll do a post showing you one of the day time looks I’ve been wearing using this palette.

Lots of love

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cornfields-and-bad-dreams · 5 years ago

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SOWC19, Day 1: Forest/Woods

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word count: 1,377

Warnings: strong language, mention of death, zombie

Synopsys: Micheal and his two friends buy a map that will supposedly lead them to a forgotten settlement, but that’s not all they’ll find.

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Wednesday, October 2nd, 2019:

Jason Lewis sold Brian, Zach and I a map. He says if we follow it, it will lead us to "The ruins of a forgotten civilization." I thought he was full of shit but Zach and Brian seemed really interested. We all chipped in $10 for the map so I hope he wasn't pulling our legs. Brian thinks it's legit though, he says the area the map leads to is where a bunch of people think an old settler village used to be, apparently his dad was telling him about that recently and his dad would know, he works down at the museum. So, Brian, Zach and I decided to talk to our parents about the two of them staying the weekend here, our parents finally said yes after they took forever to call each other. Now, all we gotta do is figure out what to take on our trip.

-Michael

Friday, October 4th, 2019:

Brian and Zach came over after school today, my mom made us do homework right away but afterward, we started getting our backpacks ready for the morning. Our parents don't know we're doing this cause I doubt they'd let us go so we're leaving pretty early, my parents usually sleep in on Saturdays but we still wanna be out of the house and at the woods before they even realize we're gone. I'm gonna be carrying most of the real supplies while the others have snacks and drinks. We didn't know exactly what to take so we just grabbed a bunch of stuff from my dads supplies of camping/outdoors supplies. I did make sure to get his compass though, thought that might come in real handy. Speaking of those snacks though, me and the guys went to the store yesterday and bought as much stuff as we could afford, not all of it is for the trip though were saving some for the after party. I should probably go to sleep, need to be up early. Tommorow's entry will be amazing, I just know it.

-Michael

Saturday, October 5th, 2019:

Today was fucking insane. The three of us got up early like planned and got ready, we were out of the house and to the woods by the time the sun started to rise. It took us about four hours to get to the village. There wasn't much left of it, mostly just foundations left but there were a few walls and remnents of chimneys. Brian was taking a lot of notes, he was the most excited, Zach and I lost interest after half an hour or so, we wanted to go back but Brian kept insisting we stay. I now wish we hadn't litened to him. Brian wanted to try and map out the village, something about it helping his father and the others at the museum, so Zach and I started wandering around. We played a couple games, stopped for lunch with brian and the three of us got back to doing what we'd be doing.

It was about this time, approximately noon, that things started to get serious. Zach and I had been messing around in the stream next to the village when we decided to follow it up the way it was coming, after ten minutes we found a graveyard. We didn't realize what it was at first, most of the headstones had been grown over or broken, and the carvings on the visible ones had been worn away over the years. It wasn't until Brian joned us that he realized what we'd found.

I felt kinda sad being there, the place hadn't been kept properly, like a graveyard should. Lost and forgotten to time, no one to mourn them, no one to miss them, even their names had been consumed by time. Brian had wandered off to take note on the churchs foundation while Zach had decided to "Pour one out for the fallen homies" I felt like I was the only one who was really aware of where we were. I started walking around trying to find just one headstone that was legible. Toward the back of the graveyard was a small headstone that caught my eye, I could make a a few letters on it, running my fingers over it I could feel the other letters were just barely there, an idea struck me. I called Brian over and asked for a piece of paper and his pencil, using the two to make a rubbing the name appeared, Emeline Wallace. The date on her headstone told me she'd died young, 17 years old. And as I sat there, listening to Zach and Brian arguing about something somewhere behind me I started to talk to Emeline. I didn't know who she was or what kinda life she'd had, and I certainly didn't know what had killed her, but there in that abandoned graveyard, I felt like the last person she had. So I talked, and I cried, and I even sang, sitting ther for I don't even know how long until a hand landed on my shoulder. Brian had gotten all the notes he needed and was ready to go, I said goodbye to Emeline.

But here's the thing, as we were leaving we heard this noise, like a grunting as if someone was straining with something. I looked back and there she was, crawling her way out of the very grave I'd been sitting at, Emeline. I can't explain it and I certainly don't expect anyone to belive me. I don't think Brian or Zach would've belived me if they hadn't have been there. The three of us had frozen when we saw her, but as soon as she'd gotten to her feet and steaded herself Zach snapped out of his trance. He yelled for us to run and grabbed our arms to pull us along with him as he started off, as soon as we were in motion my legs switched to auto pilot. I was still processing what I'd seen and barely realized I was manuvering myself flawlessly trough the woods. After some time of running we slowed, we had no idea if she was even following us anymore but we did know we were lost. It was also at that moment I realized I'd lost my dads compass. Eventually, we made our way out of the woods with the position of the sun and hurried on back home. Now I'm just sitting in bed fighting sleep, you'd think it would be hard to sleep after that experience but with all said and done I'm exhausted. I can only bet Brian and Zach were too, they passed out almost as soon as they laid down. I hope this won't be my last journal entry, I'm sure I'll wake up just fine tomorrow but apart of me is still scared Emeline will find us.

-Michael

Closing his journal Michael lays it on his nightstand and turns off his lamp. Laying down he closes his eyes and finally allows himself to slip into the welcomeing embrace of sleep.

Michaels eyes shoot open, his clock reads 3:16 A.M, the room is alight with the moons glow, and his two friends are staring wide eyed at something in the direction of the foot of his bed. Michael knows whats there, he just does, he doesn't want to but ever so slowly he turns to look down his bed. Standing there is Emeline, she is withered and dried with chunks of flesh and hair missing. She extends her right arm over the bed with a closed fist, Michael is sure she's going to lunge forward to grab him, instead she opens her hand and lets something fall onto the sheets covering Michaels legs.

"You...dropped this." Emeline speaks hoarsely.

Slowly taking it in hand Michael realizes it's his fathers compass.

"Thank you." Michael replies, looking up bugeyed at Emeline.

"Thank you...for...visting me." Her face contorts in what Michael can only guess is meant to be a smile.

Slowly and stiffly Emeline retreats out the bedroom door and into the night. Looking over at his freinds Micheal finds they are now looking at him. Silently Micheal lays back down and sets the compass onto his nightstand.

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Do you know what chuck Barry said ever night before counting 1,2,3,4?

I work in the IT field, and for years I worked for myself. This was during the early years some time ago. I only had about 2 years worth of professional experience at the time even though fixing and rebuilding machines had been my thing since child hood. So I reckoned I'd start doing contract work on my own. This went well for some time, and eventually I partnered with a few people and started a company. We had many clients and return business, things were going well.

We had one big client who resold PCs and Laptops online and in a storefront. We were his "refurbisher". Now there was a massive "grey" area with this client. In that they would purchase machines from dang near anyone, and it was pretty obvious that some of these systems didn't come from the most reputable of sources. However, they paid on-time, and over the course of a year we had no major issues, so we overlooked some things. Typically we would refurbish around 10 or so laptops, and maybe 4-6 desktops at a time. We would perform pickups at night around 9 or 10 pm at what was essentially an illegal gambling room they also ran. Now when I say gambling room, I don't mean a few machines, I mean several tables with games starting with a buy in of $500.00 US and up to $25,000.00 US! On some nights you'd walk in to see local politicians, constables, sheriffs, etc on the tables. It was clean, it was quite, and it had been there for some time. We did some work there as well, but for the most part, If we weren't directly involved in it, we turned a blind eye to what he was doing. No one was getting hurt so meh.

So enough of the back story, here comes the incident. We would work for as many days as we could straight making money, so on an off day I get a call from said client asking for a really late pickup after midnight that he wanted all wiped and reloaded and back by Monday night (it was Friday). I pull myself away from my gaming session and beer, hop in the car and go to make some money! I get there and his estimate is off, there are more machines than he originally stated!

I'll me $Mekio and he will be $TOD (that one dude).

$Mekio: Soooo... That's way more than usual.

$TOD: Is that a problem?

The stack it was big! There were at least 50 laptops, and maybe 30+ desktops, and several servers.

$Mekio: Don't get me wrong, I can do it, but it won't be by Monday. Lets say Wednesday. Also, I'm going to need some help loading these. You do realize how much this is going to be right?

$TOD: Of Course! Have I ever NOT paid you?

I think ok, and pull out the contract and add up the machines for the estimate. A few things to note. Our prices on wipe and reloads at the time was the set in stone.

$90.00 for a Desktop

$125.00 for a Laptop

$190.00 for a Server

Essentially, $2,700.00+ for the desktops | $6,250.00+ for the laptops, and around $1,330.00 for the servers. At the end of the day, We invoiced him for around $11,000.00 US for labor and time. A few parts were needed that added to the final, but he signed and off we went. Wednesday comes around and I finally finish loading my last Dell latitide D600, and repack all of these items in my truck (filled the back bench seat, bed, floor and passenger seat to get these all back!) I make the calls needed and drive down to meet him at his house instead of the room for some reason at his request. I pull up and walk to the door with 4 machines. 2 laptops in bags around my neck, and 2 desktops under my arms. I knock and he opens the door and takes the machines.

$Mekio: Alrighty, here's the invoice. If you'd like to settle up, I'll go grab the rest of the stuff out of the truck.

$TOD: This is more than usual.

$Mekio: Yeah, there are more machines than usual.

$TOD: You didn't tell me that.

Now I have been called a lot of things, and non informative isn't one of them. I tend to explain things too much, like hammer them in. It gets me called an ass hole a ton, but at the end of the day you know what's on my mind and what I mean! Also it is important to note that I had an iron clad non payment section in my contracts! 90 days for payment in full, after that, I would sell off items to recover what was owed, and send you a check for anything over along with any additional items left. Clearly TOD had forgotten about this.

$Mekio: TOD, You know that, my contract is blunt and obvious and I don't hide anything. This is 4 or 5 times what you usually have us do a month, of course it costs more. You already singed as well. You get where I'm going with this right?

$TOD: Get my equipment out of your car! I'm not paying this. We can discuss this inside. Unload first.

I was dumbstruck, but again... I'm also an Ass Hole! I asked him if he was sure this is how he wanted to proceed? He just walked off leaving the door open. So I walked back to my truck, and left! Id din't close the door or anything. I got back home and unloaded all of the equipment again, and added the mileage from the trip back to my invoice. In my eye, he wasted my gas, and time, I was going to bill him for it. I then placed all of the equipment in my office, grabbed a beer, and played much WOW! A few days later TOD called.

$TOD: Where is my equipment? You can't just steal it. Bring it back now!

He was highly upset and I assure you I am missing most of the "colorful" words he used.

$Mekio: All you have to do is pay your invoice. Also I'm billing you for the wasted trip, so the invoice is now $25.00 US more (TOD is NOT close to my house/office).

$TOD: I'll sue!

$Mekio: Tod, look at that contract. Page 3, second paragraph. The section called Non-Payment.

$TOD: You're contract isn't legit! You're what.. 15? F*** your contract!

I will never forget being told to F my contract. I had the biggest shit eating grin on my face at that moment. You see I had learned about that section of my contract from another guy I had worked for when I was 19. It has been in my contracts ever since.

$Mekio: TOD... If my calculations are correct, you have 87 days left to pay your invoice in full before I start to recover my losses. Have a nice day TOD.

And I hung up. Not worth it getting into a shouting match on the phone. Contracts are contracts. You live and die by them. The next few weeks were filled with nasty emails from TOD, with replies from me that were essentially countdowns tot he days of "Recovery". The final 10 days I sent an email daily counting down. None of them were answered. 90 days came and went, and I was debating what I would sell, when I got my last call from TOD.

$TOD: You ready to stop this dumb shit and give me my equipment?

$Mekio: Are you going to pay your invoice? All of your stuff is still here technically. (I had claimed a laptop for myself, a little 17" emachine that I liked.)

$TOD: I'm not giving you a dime! I pay your bills. I make it so you can survive. Who else will hire you little boy?

The rest of his rant went dark! Mixed between the bouts of "I'm a big man" to the random fits of prejudice and bigotry, I had had enough. I put the phone down while he continued to yell, and started doing math. I had my invoice total. I started calculating what I needed to sell each component for to make what he owed to just me!

$TOD: Hello?! HELLO!!! Are you still there, if you hung up I swear I'll..

$Mekio: I'm still here TOD. I'll send you a check!

I hung up the phone with the biggest evil grin on my face. See what TOD did not know is that I was good at my job, and in the past 9 days I was killing it with small companies. I decided to become the small business angel. I sold machines for next to nothing! I was selling 700 dollar laptops for 150 dollars. The servers were gone in a week to 3 different companies. The desktops in the same length of time, and I sold those laptops like a crack head at the barber shop. I always had at least 5 on my to sell for dirt cheap. It took a little over a month, but I sold everything save for 5 machines which I sold to myself for a dollar each! At the end of the day, my invoice was paid. And I sent TOD a money order for just over 3 dollars!

(source) (story by mekio_san)

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jonwongton · 5 years ago

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KCON NY 2019 Recap

Wow I was actually in New York for four days and four nights. When I first saw the fromis_9 KCON NY announcement I knew there was no way I wasn't going to go. It looks like they made some great memories in NY/LA and I wanted a part of the fun too. Plus I wanted to avoid some of the regret I had last year in that I didn't go to KCON LA 2018. I already got super invested in them through June/July but I don't think I was emotionally ready/mature enough to go on a solo trip like this by myself.

Friday, July 5th

So to start out my trip, my flight to Newark was delayed for four hours. At least at the airport, I met the most beautiful family and got to play with their kids for a couple hours. The kids went boy girl boy where the youngest boy was causing trouble (literally me since I’m the third child), and the girl had no concept of stranger danger so she told me a wide assortment of TMIs about her family. The lady sitting next to me (Annie!) on the flight was also the sweetest soul imaginable, so we chatted for a couple hours before both watching Crazy Rich Asians (I admittedly cried at the ending).

I arrived after 9pm (no chance for early check-in or Klub KCON though I didn't want to dance with 16 year olds anyways), and I get anxious af when I'm in a foreign place without knowing exactly where I'm going, so I mass googled/kept asking for strangers for help to get to Manhattan. After I got settled into my hotel, Maya met me outside we went to Times Square! I'm so glad she came out and saw me that night because 1) I haven't seen her since summer of maybe 2016? so I missed her a ton 2) I literally had no idea how the NY subway worked before she told me 3) I wanted to go Times Square at night and 4) I wouldn't have wanted to go alone. We caught up on literally everything and I went to bed pretty late considering I wanted to check-in early to sell my A1 artist engagement pack.

and our “first date” pose because we were standing so damn far from each other:

Saturday, July 6th

I got up at 6am EDT (so 3am PDT aka rip), and rushed over to the Javits Convention Center to get in line. I brought like literally nothing because I was afraid you couldn't bring food in or they'd throw away my hydroflask. As it turns it, the staff didn't care at all, and there was hardly any line. After checking in, I got my A1 artist engagement pack ($150) which had an AB6IX high touch, a TXT audience pass, and an SF9 audience pass.

I almost panicked because I didn't know how popular AB6IX was, and if I had gotten ATEEZ/TXT I literally would have made at least a $100 net profit. I sat in line with some new people before I summoned enough courage to go into the artist engagement mob. Almost immediately, a girl ran up to me and asked me if I wanted to sell my hi-touch. I wanted to gauge the "market price" a bit more because I was still early af, but since I was still kinda panicking, I sold it to her for $100 and her SF9 audience pass. I looked around and that's when I figured out all the girls were trying to trade their hi-touches for the groups they wanted and all the guys were trying to buy their IZ ONE/(G)-IDLE hi-touches (the only two girl groups doing an artist engagement since Everglow couldn't attend and fromis_9 wasn't doing one). For the eight groups there, I'm pretty sure the market price went something alone the lines of

ATEEZ >>>>>>>> TXT = IZ ONE >> (G)-IDLE = The Boyz >>> SF9 = AB6IX >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> VeriVery

where the ">" shows the relative difference between each group. I thought TXT would be up with ATEEZ but I was clearly wrong. That's why I was pretty happy to get the AB6IX hi-touch off my hands. VeriVery hi-touches were being sold for $20 and people were throwing away their audience passes. I heard someone bought an ATEEZ hi-touch for $550 lmao.

I sold my AB6IX hi-touch, sat back in line with my new friends, and traded my TXT audience pass for an ATEEZ audience pass based on my sense of how popular each group was. I made another lap around the mob and a girl bought my ATEEZ audience pass almost instantly for $40. I made another lap maybe ten minutes later and sold one of my SF9 audience passes for $30 (I'm pretty sure I ripped her off on this one really hard but oh well). I couldn't find a buyer for my other SF9 audience pass so I decided to hold onto it until tomorrow since that's when their artist engagement would be. At this point, I was already +$20 in profit and I still had an audience pass leftover.

All the trading chaos settled at around 8:45am, but the convention didn't start until 11am. I just talked with some 16/17 year olds that were ridiculously into ATEEZ and other boy groups (surprisingly not NUEST or Seventeen).

I was one of the first into the convention and I made a full lap to scout around before picking something to do. The Toyota booth snatched me first and when I told them I was legit gonna get a 2020 Camry they were !!! and made me play their game. You had to search the Corolla for four QR codes, and take selfies with the filter that's prompted after scanning it in 90 seconds. The iPad they gave me glitched the fuck out so I only got three done. They gave me a "The Boyz Meet and Greet" pass which would allow me to go to the front of the line when they made a "surprise visit" at the Toyota booth. I was being a nice guy and told some The Boyz fan about it nearby, so the girl did it, succeeded, and won a fucking IZ ONE hi-touch >.> (people were selling that for $150 minimum...) so yes I'm salty as hell.

At the official merchandise line, if you bought more than $100 of stuff, they'd give you a special merchandise voucher. If you took that voucher to the KCON Star Square, played the game they had every hour and won, you'd get a chance to meet a "surprise artist". There were some official fromis_9 slogan towels for sale for $25, but I decided not to buy it right then and there in case they wanted one big purchase totaling $100. But my dumbass was wrong and the slogan towels sold out 30 minutes later and to this day I still don't have one (they're beautiful). I was also too slow to pre-order it when I bought my convention pass because they closed the presale.

I did some social media sellout booths, wrote some fromis_9 support on the "message to your idols" board, and realized there was nothing to do after that.

I just stood at the Toyota booth where they'd play an entire song and anyone that knew the dance would go up and do it (note they played the ENTIRE song and not just the chorus so for songs that weren't super popular, the stage was empty for a solid two minutes each time). I was only there for maybe 20 minutes, but they played Love Bomb and to my surprise, 4 Walls (which I haven't heard in ages).

I walked around aimlessly for another hour before I realized I hadn't eaten anything for the whole day. I got some really overpriced convention food and sat with some girls I met in line because I was pretty lonely at that point. They were from Chicago and were also there just for ATEEZ. We talked for a bit before they went to line up at MSG for the concert, so I walked around aimlessly for another 45 minutes before I went to one of the panels.

The panel was "The difference between American and KPOP" and Andreas Oberg (wrote Young and Free by Xiumin and Mark, one of my favorite station tracks) and David Amber (wrote Love Bomb, Heart Shaker, Yes or Yes, and Love Bug) were there! The third guy on the panel was pretty annoying, but I'm super interested in how these guys come up with these songs and they shed a ton of insight about it.

They talked about how most successful kpop songs now are actually a combination of multiple melodies put together, which supposedly make the song more interesting. For their particular styles, they try not to repeat the melody between choruses because that would bore the listener and try to have super catchy parts of the song or even the chorus start the track. Something else I found out which was super interesting is how they tailored certain songs for certain companies and groups. Andreas said SM gave him a ton of freedom, but when JYP asked for a song from David, he needed to make the verses long enough for each member to sing (aka Twice needs more lines since there are nine members) and add in rapping parts if the group had a rapper. They had a Q&A section at the end where two people kinda pissed me off since they went up to the mic and made shameless plugs saying how much they adored Andreas/David and were aspiring song writers like them. I actually summoned the courage myself and asked the panel a few questions:

Do you have a good sense of whether a song you wrote will become super popular?

How do you feel about songs that you are very proud of writing that don't become popular, maybe because it was given to a group that isn't that popular?

Do you think composers deserve more credit for making groups popular? The example I used is Blackpink is SUPER popular but their entire soud is almost exclusively produced by Teddy, which almost no one knows about.

I thought they gave me really insightful responses too:

A little bit, but once the song is produced, it's in the hands of the company to promote it with the artist and the choreography.

They're sometimes really sad about songs they create that don't make it big, and Andreas told me he was very fond of Young & Free

David said it's fine the way it is now. The example he used is with movies where the actors/actresses will get all the credit + make the movie famous, but a huge part of the production of the movie is because of the director, who rarely gets any attention.

I walked around aimlessly for another thirty minutes before standing at the KCON Dance Studio to watch the random play dance. I always saw the youtube videos of them so I wanted to see it in person myself. It turns out there was a cluster fuck of people there and we kept getting pushed back so far I couldn't see anything. Two guys in line next to me had Fun Factory albums and fromis_9 posters, so I decided to strike up a conversation with them. It turns out they were also huge flovers AND buddies, so we ditched the random play dance and talked for half an hour about our overall love for kpop. They were also New York locals, and they said they would take me under their wing for the rest of the weekend T_T. We met up with one of the guy's aunts and head to ktown since it was within walking distance, the convention closed at 6, and they wanted something to eat before the concert started at 8.

I took the 순두부 짬뽕 I ordered back to my hotel and ate it while watching the live stream since I only bought a Sunday ticket. On the way back, I also stopped by a store called Koryo Bookstore which sold kpop stuff. I couldn't find any GFriend/fromis_9 stuff I wanted, so I bought a Harry potter book in Korean to practice before going back. The concert livestream was okay, and it felt even shorter because IZ ONE got an extra stage, which I presume was supposed to fill in for Everglow. I lost my shit when NUEST performed Love Paint and Look though because those songs changed my life summer 2016 (they almost made me wish I went). I was still kinda disappointed in them because they had a ton of fans, but they gave off the vibe they only came to NY just to do the concert and leave. I tried sleeping early but as I crawled into bed, I got a fromis_9 vlive notification and I kinda had to watch it in case they spoiled the activities of tomorrow. I saw on twitter they actually arrived on SATURDAY and just toured New York, so obviously there was no way they could be at Saturday's convention. I spammed in chat if they'd have a pinky promise event for maybe 15 minutes but they never saw the comment. I didn't hear any spoilers so I just went to bed tired af since I got like no sleep in the past two days.

Sunday, July 7th

I woke up pretty late on Sunday and bought an expensive ass fancy bagel before getting to the convention center, though I could hardly eat it since I have literally zero appetite when I’m in a foreign place.

I bought the official fromis_9 jersey to match my two buddies just so everyone would know we were flovers at first sight. I also finally took out my Saerom sign and carried it around the convention center. We watched the Sunday opening ceremony and met up with a third guy (a Wiz One) while we waited for the fromis_9 fanclub meeting at 1:30.

I also found a lady willing to buy my SF9 audience pass for $15, which is ridiculous because I saw people giving it away for free at this point.

The fanclub meeting was really interesting. I instantly locked eyes with a girl that had a Saerom sign and we took a few pictures.

We played bingo with a lot of the squares consisting of fromis_9 memes, and two kahoot games where we had to guess which member it was (the pictures were ridiculous) and name the song after only hearing 1 second of it. At the very end, we did the Love Bomb and Fun! fanchants, but it was nearly impossible doing them without already knowing them if you could read romanized hanguel fast enough. I still screamed my heart out though (seriously).

There was nothing interesting left on the schedule, so we walked around before deciding to go to the (G)-IDLE fanclub meeting as well. I missed most of it because I met up with the girl that printed the banners, but there was a really entertaining random play dance at the end. On the way to get the banners, I met the girl that had the Saerom sign during the fromis_9 fan meeting, so we chatted a bit and exchanged numbers (she was here just for fromis_9 and she came from SWEDEN, so I thought we could bond over that). We closed out the day by going to the "2019 Year of Girl Groups" panel.

The panel was really boring, one of the members kept swearing, and they just talked about which girl groups they thought were the most influential in the kpop scene. Personally, I thought the SNSD/f(x) answers were meaningful since Gee shook the world and f(x)'s weird sound + Amber broke down a lot of stereotypes at the time, but some of the Twice answers in the group were a huge stretch. Two fans kept talking about how much Twice meant to them and while that's great and all, I think the rest of the audience felt the same way as I did. At the end, they forgot to give away their prizes, so they basically asked us to walk up and convince the audience why we should get the prize. I walked up and told them I was disappointed I came all the way from California just to see fromis_9 but still didn’t get the chance to. That won me this:

It was like 5:30pm after the panel ended, so we (five of us total) went to ktown to get chicken and hype ourselves up for the concert. They were playing Chung Ha and so many other not as popular girl groups (Weki Meki, Gugudan, Cherry Bullet) that we ended up talking about that for the entire time.

We all split up after we got to Madison Square Garden (I had P1, the group of three had P2, one guy had P3) and had maybe five minutes before the concert started because we showed up so late.

We were all super sad that they started with fromis_9 instead of one of the other boy groups, but I fanchanted and danced my heart out during all the songs.

The people in my section were huge mood killers though. I was sitting in the Chase preferred section, so I feel like the people in that section either a) had their parents use their credit card to buy their tickets or b) got the tickets handed out at some event and weren't even invested in kpop. The two girls to my life were there for seventeen and got on their feet at the end, but the two girls to the right of me sat down and were on their phones for the whole concert.

I got so lucky during the concert. VeriVery covered 24K magic, AB6IX covered Attention, and SF9 covered Love Shot, all songs which I know and love. And a word about Seventeen's stage. I was clearly at KCON for fromis_9, but I also LOVE Seventeen. I didn't pay much attention to their most recent comeback home though since it was a much slower song. However, EVERY SEVENTEEN SONG THEY PERFORMED I ACTUALLY KNEW. They started with 숨이차 which I knew but was indifferent to, but then we got Good To Me, Adore U, AND 아주 Nice. The stadium was freaking shaking during 아주 Nice and when they came back for the surprise encore I think the entire crowd and I died.

I met up with my friends after outside the venue, but three of them had to leave because they had work the next day (locals). I was ready to go back to my hotel content with the concert but disappointed overall, but Sweden girl texted me and told me to meet up with all the other flovers we were with. I met the moderators of the fan club meeting and like ten people that were huge fans and traveled as far as I did here for fromis_9. None of us were tired so we went to ktown to hang out. We talked for two hours over girl groups, fromis_9, guessing each other's biases, and learning our own backstories + age. Like where were these people during the actual convention. Apparently they all knew each other, but because I don't have a twitter, instagram, or am on discord, I was the reason I couldn't be found. I invited Sweden girl to do touristy crap with me on Monday/Tuesday because our flights on Tuesday were at like the same time, but one of the guys there tipped us off for the fromis_9 flash mob happening tomorrow at Washington Square Park at 2:30pm. I personally didn't give a shit about touristy stuff and I only felt obligated to do it because I was in New York, but I clearly only came this far for kpop. We decided to meet up for lunch at like 11am and we all went our separate ways.

Monday, July 8th

We all met up at Chipotle and sat around talking about more kpop stuff.

It was raining surprisingly hard in the morning, so we were all praying the event didn't get canceled. We walked over to Washington Square Park at 1pm and camped out there full of anxiety. I’ll type up what happened at the flash mob in a different post, but in summary, it was the best day of our lives. A ton of flovers had flights to catch, so Sweden girl and got milk tea and just held our hands crying over the event we saw. We rewatched the videos like 15 times (not kidding), took the subway to the Statue of Liberty, took the subway BACK to Washington Square Park because we missed some closure pictures, and then went to Central Park to take more pictures, all while lugging around my silly Saerom sign.

Our heads were in the clouds the entire day so we just sat on a rock and watched the sunset. She met up with a friend from Michigan while I got Halal guys and went back to my hotel room super emotional over the days events.

My dumbass put too much of the red sauce in it which was spicy as HELL so I couldn’t even eat much of it.

Tuesday, July 9th

I woke up late because I wanted to stretch out the best day of my life (yesterday) for as long as possible, and Sweden girl convinced me to go to the airport to say bye to fromis_9 before our flight. I was late as hell, but I booked my ass over to JFK and got to see (G)-IDLE and IZ ONE at the airport (I have videos, not pictures). At the end of the day, fromis_9 wasn't even leaving New York that day so apparently the twitter source was wrong. I wasn't too disappointed though given Monday's events, so I said my good-byes to my partner-in-crime from the weekend and booked my ass to Newark (I was almost late for my flight because New York rush hour, will never underestimate again).

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All in all, I give KCON a solid 3/10, but my overall trip was a 12.4/10 because of what happened at Washington Square Park. KCON has much better, ethical ways to suck the money dry out of the fans that are willing to pay. They announce the artist engagement schedule AFTER selling the packs, which baited so many Nuest and Seventeen fans. The layout of the convention was absolutely fucking awful too. They put the Toyota booth dance stage, the KCON stage, the cover stage, and the KCON dance stage fairly close to each other so the music was playing over each other, and the other half of the room had empty booths full of cosmetic products and studying in Korea which has an appeal to like 10% of the people there. They also checked our wristbands when moving between rooms in the convention center, which makes no sense since we needed our wristband to enter the Javits Convention Center period. And in general, there was nothing to do "long term" so so many people were walking around bored like me. The lines for the stuff that could actually be done were ridiculously long (maybe 25-30 minute waits for the free food but that's long enough to miss an entire panel/engagement). The cherry on the cake is they announced the KCON LA lineup today without any teasers (no consistency?) and almost every single artist that went to KCON NY is going to KCON LA. I personally trust KCON LA a bit more to not fuck up everything as bad as KCON NY, but it still feels pretty unethical considering how many of us flew ridiculous distances to NY just for the same line up.

I'm not the biggest fan of New York either. The city is super crowded, smells awful, and I don't feel safe on the streets at all (and I'm a guy). One redeeming quality is that the people that I met were unbelievably nice. I probably asked for directions eight times and every time, I got the most helpful/friendly response. An old white man even saw how I confused I looked an approached me asking exactly how he could help me get to where I wanted to go.

At least now, I think I have the confidence to plan my own solo trip to a faraway place. This was a fun one.

I hope we answered your promise Saerom!

#kcon

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foreverhauntingme · 6 years ago

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BTS LY 10/3 GA EXPERIENCE

I was in the GA for the October 3rd BTS Love Yourself Tour in Chicago at the United Center and I want to document my experience not only for myself, but because I want to help other people who are debating about possibly doing GA in the future. If you don’t want details, Skip to the very end…

Let me start by saying that if you ever get the chance to do it you seriously SHOULD. What I’m about to talk about sounds like a lot and there were dozens of moments I thought “what did we do?!?!?” but I have to say, the moment a member is 7 feet in front of you NOTHING ELSE MATTERS! Not recording. Not how much your feet hurt. Not the ARMY BOMB by you ear. NOTHING. It’s incredible. So now that I have that out of the way let me tell you about my experience.

I was 10000% lucky and I managed to get 5 GA tickets on May 5, the day they came out, within 10 minutes of the sale starting. My mom’s iPad saved my life where 5 laptops could not. I’d never bought tickets before so I was nervous as hell and was on my phone with my friend, http://dingdangdiggity.tumblr.com/, starting 2 hours before hand and I NEVER let the screens go dark. It was tense and the fact I got it never registered until a month later.

Oct 2, Britt and her sister, Val ( http://missvalerieann5.tumblr.com/ ) came up and spent the night since I’m not far from Chicago and they are. Oct 3, we were up at 4. I am not a Chicago driver and I wanted to beat traffic and I mean, GA line am I right??? So friend number 3, Jax https://average-jax.tumblr.com/ , comes over because she lives near me and we head up, stopping on the way to pick up our newest edition to the friendship, Megan https://warmyoon.tumblr.com/ and we are off.

Now parking was supposed to be weird. Rumor was lots opened at 10 and we were getting there at 7:30 so the day before I used Spothero to get a spot in a garage 15 mins from the UC. I had planned to move the car to a closer lot when it opened but chose instead to extend the time where it was from 6pm-12am for another $5 so in the end parking was a 15 min walk down the street for $20 instead of the $25-29 they were charging at the venue. Plus it was going around lot C would open at 8am and other would open at 5pm and like no I was not fucking around with that.

So we did end up in the merch line on accident before we realized GA was on the other side of the building. Even with wasting a half hour though, it wasn’t a hug issue since we saw people who passed us in merch were only like 2 people ahead of us when we got in GA. Now here’s the thing with GA. People camp out. In this case, they started camping Friday for Tuesday’s concert as well as Wednesday. Some of them did both concerts some just did one. Either way, people were annoyed. The venue said they would honor the unofficial line, since official started at 10 am on D-day, if everyone was organized. So they handed out unofficial bands with numbers until they could get the official ones. Let’s just say after waking up at 4am, I didn’t give a single shit where I was in line and it was like 8 am and I had to pee so fucking bad. So Jax, Britt and I walked the length of the line towards the building because rumor on Twitter was security was letting us use the bathrooms inside. Holy. Shit. The tension was insane. These people were so pissed like we got GLARED AT for walking towards the front. I got pissed back and started screaming “I don’t give a shit about your line, I have to fucking pee!” and “I stopped caring about you’re line when I woke up at 4, I have to piss!” I guess some crazy bitch tried yelling at us. Whatever. It was hell up there. People were yelling about not bothering with the numbers since it was’t official and others were all about those numbers. I was happy to be in the back. But yeah, we got to pee and return to the back with the horror stories about the crabby pre-campers.

Val had guessed being 804 which was funny cuz we got #799-803. Rule was be back in order at 4 pm, doors opened at 5:30 and concert at 8. So we had agreed to run straight to the LG experience thing. We wanted to do the thing where the screen shows your bias like they’re next to you so bad, but for Chicago it was a raffle. You either reached in and got the pink ball to do that, a yellow ball to record a message for BTS or a blue ball where you got NOTHING. Rumor is LA let everyone do the picture. So that pissed me off. Other than that, it was still cool to take pics with the cut outs. We checked out merch and saw the line wasn’t terrible so we tried it and yeah a lot was sold out, but it went by so quick compared to the Wings tour in Rosemont. The whole C lot was set up for merch, LG, dancing, and pictures so it felt like a convention and it was really nice.

My biggest advice apart from BRING MONEY is HAVE WATER and make sure you HAVE FOOD. Snacks. Sandwiches. Anything. We had chips and water bottles and decided to walk down 15 mins to the Mcdonalds, which sucked cuz it was 85 degrees and sunny, and when we came back we went right back to where we’d been that morning so it would be quicker to get organized…which was a cluster fuck. Everyone was tired. It was now 5 pm but listen, second biggest advice is DON’T BE A DICK! Seriously. Security wanted single file order and they delayed letting us in because people would rather bitch with the fans trying to help. Rule of thumb, if you’re number 1400, don’t bother standing where the 300s go. Security wanted us in order and they fucking MADE SURE we were so it was pointless to refuse to move to the back cuz you had to wait anyway. So when someone is trying to put 600s here and 700s here and 800s move back, don’t bitch about it. Just fucking do it.

Now this is what you really want to know. Number 800, how close was I. Pretty. Fucking. Close. So the stage has the main stage, a jut out in the middle and then another lengthy stage (you know what I mean). We were off to stage left, audience right at like………if you’re on the farthest jut out in the center, we were on your 9 0’clock. Now I am 5’4” so when they performed songs on the main stage, I couldn’t see shit without being on my tip toes or looking at my camera or the screen. So that did suck. I wish we’d been closer. We were about 5 rows back from the barricade and below will be pics to show you my views. But like…I was 5 feet from every single member at one point. They could see me. They are so fucking handsome. It made the entire experience worth it. Seriously. even with 1400+ people in the pit, it was fantastic. I probably won’t do it again for money, time and stress sake unless a ticket fell into my lap, but it was a wonder thing to do and I suggest it for sure.

Now that you’ve read it all here are my tips for any GA goers:

Get their early if you want first dibs but remember that you’ll still be closer to them than you have ever been before and that once it starts and they move around, you will be shifting constantly throughout the night.

Scout out the area before hand whether you go there and drive around or check it out on Google Maps. Know what kind of food and stores are around and how far of a walk it is.

BRING WATER!!!!! You will need it all day so you don’t faint. I took in an empty bottle and filled it in the bathroom before the show. Not all venues will let you but better to throw away an empty bottle later than to go in and realize you could have had it.

PORTABLE CHARGERS!!!!!!!! Make sure your phone has space and enough charge for the whole day and night without an outlet. We charged ours at MCDonalds. Mine got to 33% by the end and had storage issues so I couldn’t record the end. Everyone else’s died.

Bring FOOD! Anything will do as long as you snack. I don’t eat during events like this but I make myself just in case.

If it’s hot and sunny, bring a cheap umbrella to block the sun and catch any breeze. It was 85 F during the day.

If it’s cold, bring a cheap blanket. It was only 60 F when we got there.

HAVE FUN! Be comfy! Make friends. Ask about biases. Remember there are people there with legit tents. Bring whatever you want as long as you can either throw it away, keep hold of it, or have someone get it for you to take home.

The line goes up and around the corner all the way to the building

So yeah hard to see when they were back there

Joon was by us a lot

Hobi was by us the most

Jimin was apparently checking on a fan who was about to faint.

I didn’t get a lot of Tae, Jin, or Kook but Hobi and Joon were on our side a lot and Jimin and Yoongi bounced around. But yeah...that was my experience.

Any questions? EDIT: Britt just did this to her’s and I forgot but I put blood, sweat and tears into this pictures so you BETTER CREDIT ME if you share them.

#BTS #bangtan #GA #united center #love yourself tour #my experience #GA advice #october 3rd #Chicago date 2

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Hubby you already know what I'm gonna say 1-40

Do you like resting your head in a boys lap, or on his shoulder?If we are home alone, the lap, if anywhere else, i will lay my head on their shoulder.

Sweaters or hoodies?Hoodies for sure!!!

Netflix or clubbing on a Friday night?I wouldn’t mind clubing every now and then but I would mainly like to stay home and nextflix (or play video games which is what i would most likely do)

Denim or leather jackets?uh...neither??? I dunno really o:

What’s your favorite thing about boys?Already answered

How do you like your tea?Hot and in a cup preferably.

How do you like your coffee?I don’t like coffee, but i do love the smell of it

Favorite fall color?Orange, mainly because its a fall color and a halloween color. killing two birds with one stone!!!

Can you drive?No but i should go learn tbh.

Do you have a crush?Thats a secret to the online universe

What’s your favorite sport?DO fighting games count as sports? If not then i dont have one i do have favorite sport wear i like to see guys in though if that counts

Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?I think neutral color

Do you wear makeup?Nah my face is kinda sensitive to certain things so i try not to put anything on it

Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?I just like boys, doesn’t matter if they are taller or shorter -3-

Do you prefer hand kisses, or nose kisses?already answered

What’s your favorite cologne smell?I’m gonna be honest with you and say i cannot stand cologne.

Ideal date?I’m a simple guy, take me to dinner or a movie and I’m yours. It could literally be just us watching movies at home eating a pizza and i’m sold. As long as we are spending time together, thats all that matters to me.

What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?Um...I would have to go on one of those to really see, but a cabin one sounds really romantic as its just the two of us.

What’s your favorite mlm movie?Latter Days was pretty good from what i remembered, but i saw that so long ago i forgot most of what happened, so its not saying much, but its literally the only one that pops to mind since i haven’t seen many mlm movies.

Do you believe in love at first sight?Yes

Have you ever been in love?I have yes.

Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?already answered

Metal or cloth bracelets?Cloth for sure!

What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?The feeling of extreme happiness you get just from sitting next to them.

Do you tilt your head to the left or right when you kiss?already answered

Would you like to take his last name when you marry?Depending on the name, I do like my last name though, if anything i wouldnt force the idea and we can just keep our own last names if anything.

Do you want kids?Hell yes I do

Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?Already answered

What’s a compliment you’d love to receive from a boy?I dunno, pretty much any complement will get me red in the face regardless tbh.

What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?I’ll let you know if it ever happens

Any turn offs?Assholes >o> like if you are legit mean just to be mean its like “yeah you cute but i honestly cannot. sorry”

What makes you blush?Already answered

Coffee shop or dog park date?Dog park! I maybe allergic to dogs but i do love seeing the doggies

Big spoon or little spoon?Both, defiantly both.

What first catches your eye?His face, if not then their hair style.

Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?I’d fucking love him even more if he did. Especially yellow roses, i fucking love yellow roses.

Do you think matching couple outfits are cute or cheesy?They are defiantly cheesy but in a cute way.

Have you ever asked a boy out?already answered

Which is cuter, him being confident, or shy?Both are pretty cute but if i had to pick one, then it would be shy guys, just because how they would act in certain situations would be adorable af

What’s one of your fave love songs?No one by Alicia Keys.

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filligan-universe · 6 years ago

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31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN -- Week 3

The week of Fridays. Sorry if that’s dreadfully boring, but I’ve been looking for an excuse to binge these and this challenge seemed like a good enough one. They’re easily digestible, especially after the third one, and short and simple. I once caught Parts 6-8 during a marathon on TV when I was young and they didn’t scare me but I was fascinated by them. Oh, I also watched Krampus.

October 13 -- Krampus (2015)

Few people seem to understand what this is, but I’m sure as hell glad I bit the blind bullet on director Michael Dougherty’s other film, Trick R Treat, which I will be watching for this challenge because it’d be dumb not to. Krampus is a gateway horror film for kids. I always derided horror in my youth because I was, and still am, a giant wuss, but the genre is more flexible than any other when it comes to aging. They’re fine wines, really. Where else would my tastes be without films like Beetlejuice in my childhood? And I know Beetlejuice has never really been considered a horror, but the film is generally spooky and can act as a gateway for kids to get accustomed to the genre -- it can teach them to have fun being scared.

Krampus is an artifact in that sense. There is a clear and spooky atmosphere, some awesome creature designed that even creeped me a little, and the film doesn’t apologize for any of it. It’s for kids -- and adults who have already been gatewayed. I found very few flaws in it.

9/10

October 14 -- Friday the 13th Part III (1982)

The Friday-a-thon begins. This film was made with primitive 3D in mind and it possesses entertainment value in that alone. I mean, it’s also hilarious because of everything else that happens, but the 3D thing is a real cincher. Objects and hands, oddly enough, keep being framed directly toward the camera. And viewing this in 2D, it’s easy to forget how this film released, so literally every time something like that happened, my brain broke a little: “What? Why would you frame something like that?! I don’t even know what I saw! A snake on a string? Huh?!?! OHHH fuckin’ 3D!” When Jason spearguns a girl in the lake, the spear fires towards the camera along a white string. When I saw that, I said, “YASSS 3D!!”

5/10

October 15 -- Friday the 13th Part IV: The Final Chapter (1984)

The franchise finally has some money behind it and no longer looks like utter garbage with flecks and dirt and WATER DROPLETS on the camera lens (sorry, Part III triggered a lot in me). And the film doesn't do much do tread new ground, but baby Corey Feldman is there, and Crispin Glover is a dancing champion.

6/10

October 16 -- Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning (1985)

I appreciate a lot of what this film tries to do to resuscitate the franchise. Nobody like it because Jason isn’t in it, but that’s fine, I don’t care. Part V tries to bridge the previous four films in a new direction. It doesn’t pan out because, well, this is still a slasher flick and also most of the characters are pretty boring -- Tommy included -- and the ending is totally nutso bonkers and makes zero sense. Still, you know, it’s better than Part III.

6/10

October 17 -- Jason Lives: Friday the 13th Part VI (1986)

I haven’t watched them all yet so I may retract this statement, but if there’s one Friday film I’ll likely rewatch just to legit enjoy it, it’ll be Part VI. From the outset, the atmosphere is refreshed and new: Tommy Jarvis is a new actor with a new haircut and then wacky stuff starts happening. The best part? The film knows how wacky it is and relishes in it. Look at that image. The film’s opening titles is a James Bond parody. I wasn’t sure what was happening in the beginning -- weirdo resurrections and magical lightning bolts?! But once I saw Jason walk into a closeup of his own pupil and slash the titles into existence, I was sold.

The film has been labeled a prototype for the self-aware horror film -- your Screams and Chuckies -- and considering it has a year on Evil Dead 2, I’m willing to concede that point. Okay, okay, okay, let me set this up clearly: John Travolta’s nephew and his lady-friend are driving a Winnebago, but Jason is hiding in the back and captures the girl. John Travolta’s nephew can’t notice, though, right? I mean, he’s still driving, and also where’s all the fun when he gets killed? So, the solution to keep him distracted was for him to just love the shit out of driving a mobile home. His girlfriend gets hacked to bits and that’s constantly intercut with him shouting, “THIS IS GREAT!” from the driver’s seat. Honestly, best piece of comedy I’ve seen in months.

This film knows the franchise won’t survive on serious slasherness ad nauseam, so it endeavors to actually be fun. Hell yeah. Also, a sweet Alice Cooper theme song to close the end credits? Done. I’m done.

7/10

October 18 -- Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)

Instead of capturing the fun established in Part VI, Part VII returns to boring seriousness while introducing telekinetic powers in Carrie 2.0. This feels like a film made by committee. “Fellas, it’s 1988! Stephen King is really popular!” Even when Jason grabs a weedwhacker, he just lumbers around. His heart’s not in it anymore. The makeup on his ugly fish face is dope, I guess. But none of the characters are interesting, not even Carrie the Sequel, and the film can’t even drum up excitement in an unstoppable force versus an immovable object. Carrie 2.0 just keeps electrocuting and drowning and throwing Jason around and he keeps getting back up. No one cares. She can’t even find a clever solution, she has to be saved by her zombie father whom she accidentally drowned in Crystal Lake with her powers as a child. There, I ruined the ending of the film for you and I don’t even give a fuck. Why is her dad a zombie? What the fuck.

4/10

Hey, let’s take a minute to cover something tangentially related that popped in my head last night: when the hell do these films take place? Let’s break it down:

Despite being released in 1980, Part 1 takes place in 1979 because I believe it takes place 21 years after the murders in 1958 (bear with me). So, Part 1 is in 1979.

Part 2 has a tiny section 2 months after Part 1, but the bulk of the film takes place five years later. So, Part 2 is in 1984.

Part 3 takes place immediately after Part 2. It’s still 1984.

Part 4 takes place immediately after Part 3. Still 1984

Part 5 does not specifically state when it takes place in relation to the previous installment, but we know Tommy Jarvis has become an adult, or just about one. He’s 12 in Part 4, so let’s be generous and say he’s 17, which means five years have passed since Part 4. The year is now 1989.

Part 6 presumably takes place directly after Part 5, but it’s a little unclear: the film can cleverly be interpreted as a direct sequel or a whitewashing; after all, the ending of Part 5 makes no sense and is understandably whisked under the rug. Either way, though, Tommy is the same age, so it’s still 1989.

This is where it gets interesting. Jason is chained at the bottom of Crystal Lake when Carrie 2.0 is a small child (IMDb says she’s 10 so let’s go with that). I had to rewatch the start of the film, but yes, we open on Jason underwater. It’s unclear when this takes place in relation to Part VI: Jason is decomposing but he’s still mostly meat. Let’s say it’s been months instead of years. However, the film then jumps ten years. The year is now... hold on to your butts... 1999. I know Jason still has about a decade left before he’s in space or something, but damn, it’s weird that this timeline works at all.

#friday the 13th #Friday the 13th Part 2 #Krampus #Krampus 2015 #Friday the 13th review #Friday the 13

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 2 (30/10/20)

Brody: You guys might have to start one without me, I keep getting “reliable packet size” error. Skizz: There’s a joke in there somewhere ;) Brody: Hey. Be appropriate, okay?

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*body is reported* Scar, immediately: Just because I’m standing over poor Mrs Tango- I didn’t kill her! I didn’t kill, I just want to let you know this. Brody: That is NOT the best way to start this. Where did you find Mrs Tango? Scar: I dunno, I didn’t call the meeting. Brody: Oh. Wait, hold on… Skizz: Yes you did. *pause* Scar: Oh, maybe I misclicked it. Impulse: He was trying to vent! Scar: Yes! Wait, no-!

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Brody: Okay what’s your excuse this time, Scar? I wanna figure you out. Scar: I don’t have my normal colour, it’s really thrown me off. *later in the same meeting* Brody: Scar, I will give you orange if you vote Joker. Is that what you want? Scar: That’s really all I want. *Joker gets kicked off* Scar: I regret nothing for orange.

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*meeting is called* Joker: *laughing hysterically in the background* Scar: I called this meeting! The culprit is Joker, he’s chasing me across this entire ship! I built up quite a sweat! Impulse: How’s those calves, though? Scar: Oh, they’re- they’re quite manly, actually. But no, I was chased like a hound dog! Skizz: By who? Joker: It was me. It was totally me. Etho: Do you have a defence for this, Joker? Joker: I just wanted a hug, I dunno. I don’t see what the big deal is. Scar: You weren’t interested in any hugs; you had a large knife. I saw it. *everyone votes, except Joker* Joker: Okay, yeah, sure. I got thirty seconds left. Etho: Oh no…! Brody: Ain’t nobody got time for that, Joker.

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*everyone skips their vote except Mrs Tango* Impulse, laughing: Mrs Tango threw a random vote at Endless. Brody: Why Endless? Mrs Tango: Why not?

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*meeting is called* Joker: Scar? You didn’t set a high score on that weapons thing at all. You were just standing there not doing anything. Scar: Oh, no, I’m subscribed to a Baby Yoda meme page and I got a notification so I was just checking it. Impulse: *starts laughing uncontrollably* Endless: Seems legit.

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Mrs Tango: Who am I voting for? Brody: Probaby Scar. Mrs Tango: Oh, I already voted for Endless.

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Impulse: Scar’s excuse of checking a meme page actually sold me for a second. Scar, surprised: Really?

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Tango: Hey, Brody. Brody: Yeah? Tango: How much complaining are you doing about the temperature of the sun right now? Brody: Uh… we won’t talk about what feels what right now. Tango: What’s constricted? Brody: We won’t talk about it right now. It’s not appropriate for your stream.

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*Mrs Tango’s body is reported* Tango: Mrs Tango, was it you? Brody: Awww, that feels bad. Skizz: That’s awful, man.

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*Etho reports a body* Endless: Etho, where did you kill Impulse? Etho: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Can’t think of anything witty for that, sorry.

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Endless: Scar, did you kill me because I voted for you? Scar: Yes. Endless: Okie. Scar: I hunted you down like a dog :)

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*after everyone is made aware that Tango’s AFK screen leaked the code* Impulse: Hey, Tango? My wife just texted me on my phone to let you know you showed the code. Tango, very sarcastically: OHHHH. She’s the first one! THANK you! Tell her she’s the first one to let me know I showed the code!

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Impulse, mocking himself: “I could’ve killed Scar but I didn’t” and now Scar is dead. Good one, Impulse. Maybe come up with a better strategy than “I could’ve killed the guy who’s dead but I didn’t”.

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Impulse: I think Skizz is suspi- *immediately gets killed by Evil*

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Evil: I’ve been Brody-cursed tonight; I’ve not been imposter ONCE. Brody: I’m so sad that it’s called “Brody-curse” now. Impulse: For the record, I’m Brody-cursed too.

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Evil: Just watched Brody jump out of a hole and kill The Endless. Brody: Sure did.

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Brody: Who still has tasks left? Endless: Why are you asking? Brody: I- Endless: Shut up, Brody! The game just started; why are you asking who has tasks left? Everybody has tasks left!

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Endless: To be fair, [Etho’s] got Joker on his side. Joker’s like “I’ve not done any of my tasks”. Why’d you say that, Joker? Joker: I was being honest. Endless: ...why didn’t you do any of your tasks?!

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*hide and seek game ends with Etho the winner* Impulse: Nice vent! Etho: Heeheehee >:D Tango: Etho, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you’re not invited next week, by the way. Etho: Aw D:

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Etho: Endless? Are you okay? Endless: No :(

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Endless: For what it’s worth, most of my nightmares involve Canadians.

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Brody: Hey Etho, you seem pretty cool but SUCK IT.

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Impulse: Is there, like, an Among Us championship on twitch rivals or something? Cuz Etho should SO enter it. Mrs Tango: Absolutely. Etho: I mean, I made some bad calls in that last round, so I don’t know about that, but… (including this one just cuz i love how genuinely modest Etho is)

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Endless: If you vote me off, I won’t have anything to do. Tango: Enjoy your lava bath. Endless: Next time, I just won’t vent in front of you. That’ll show you.

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Endless, dead: I feel like Mrs Tango doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Tango: I feel like this is the easiest round ever. Brody: Endless, if you talk when you’re dead again, I’m gonna mute you, I swear to all that’s beautiful.

#among us #friday night stabby quotes #friday night stabby #theendless #impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #brodyman #etho #mrstango #goodtimeswithscar #evilnotion #misterjoker

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canaryatlaw · 6 years ago

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okay, so, today. I accidentally slept in way longer than originally intended, which I guess is the risk you run when you don’t set an alarm, but I mean I woke up a few times before that and just didn’t want to get up yet so I fell back asleep, so it wasn’t like I was completely out of control on the issue. but yeah, I ended up waking up at 5 pm 😂😂😂 I probably didn’t get to bed until 3 last night, but still, it’s been a while since I’ve slept 14 hours. so I got up and made m&m pancakes, cuz of course, and accidentally made a gigantic one when I was like oh there’s not much batter left I’ll just pour it all and it ended up being much bigger than expected lol. So I did that then went on my computer while I was eating for a bit. No grades posted today, though it’s still probably early for classes where there was an exam final, I’m just very impatient lol and would like final confirmation that I’m done for good (I mean, realistically I know I didn’t flunk anything, but I’d like to be sure of it, even if I get a crappy grade in Secured Transactions, as long as it’s passing it’s going to be reduced to a two digit GPA on my resume anyway so it really doesn’t matter). A bit before 7 I moved over to the couch because I knew the Riverdale season finale was on at 7. I didn’t however realize that I was yet to catch up on last week’s episode (because I was taking a final last Wednesday night), so when it started and I realized that I was like WHOOPS because oh boy did I miss a lot. I had seen a spoiler on here regarding Betty’s dad so I knew that was coming, which seemed to be one of the big ones. but like, that plotline, holy shit???? like where the fuck did that come from?? don’t get me wrong, I’ve legit always hated Betty’s dad (and sometimes her mom too but she’s been alright lately) but this was just super extra lol and I’m just like why weren’t you going around murdering people last year when they were all being incestuous sinners?? sigh. I watched the finale and then went back and watched last week’s, and it was funny because I felt like it really climaxed in last week’s episode and tonight’s was more of a wrap up, which isn’t traditionally how it’s done, but I guess it worked pretty well for them. I appreciate that Veronica has seemingly turned against her parents entirely at this point because they’re pretty evil fuckers, and idk what to make of the development at the very end of the finale, but I’m not very convinced it’s going to be a major plot next season, more likely just something that will be easily fixed in the first couple episodes. So yeah, I keep watching this show even though I think it’s kind of ridiculous, it is at least entertaining. we didn’t get to go to Riverdale Con because we were dumbasses and didn’t buy tickets before they sold out (😂😂) but I still have Archie’s varsity jacket and have vaguely Archie like hair so maybe we can do a Riverdale cosplay photoshoot at some point. After I finished those two episodes I finally got around to watching last week’s Krypton. Not it’s most engaging episode, kind of exposition heavy. The ending with Ona was pretty gutting, and I’m glad to see Dev is still alive at least and hopefully no longer being mind controlled by Brainiac. I felt bad for Adam a lot last episode so it was good to see him gaining a bit more traction this episode and kind of getting more backstory on how he got here. I found the conversations between General Zod and Jayna-Zod rather interesting, regarding putting family before loyalty to a cause, and the differences in their viewpoints depending on how they were raised. It sucks that the first season is already almost over, but I’m glad we’re getting a second. After that I watched more of The Good Place, which I ended up finishing through the end of the current episodes. It’s such a well-written and well-executed comedy that really consistently hits its marks when it comes to its jokes. At this point I went back to my recorded tv menu only to realize I had totally spaced on the fact that Designated Survivor was on tonight, and it was the fucking season finale ffs, so I started that immediately. I’m still rather pissed off that it didn’t get renewed for a third season because it’s really just such a well done show and it deserved more than this. The episode was pretty good, I can’t say I fully understand or agree with the supposed forces closing in on Kirkman because of choices he made when he really hasn’t done anything that could be considered outrageous or wrong, even, so that didn’t quite ring true to me. I guess though if they were setting up Emily to leave anyway then I’m a little bit glad they didn’t get a third season, because tbh I wouldn’t want to watch the show without her in it (I would still watch it, but I wouldn't be happy about it). Italia’s just such a sweetheart and I think she really brought a lot to the show. The whole tsunami plot was pretty well done, smart of them to place Lyor and Seth there to really pull on the personal stakes. The Hannah plot was interesting, I guess we’ll never get to see the repercussions of her deciding to just shoot the bad lady, and I am kind of sad we didn’t get to see her and Amy running around as a power duo, because that would be pretty epic. And yeah, after that I pretty much started getting ready for bed, and I’m hoping I won’t have too much trouble falling asleep because I do have to be up by 11:45 am (not really early, I know, but still) for PT so being up super late would not be helpful, and I have to wake up early on Friday for my first day at the DV clinic so I’d rather not be overtired. So I guess that’s about it, tomorrow is PT, probably some baking, and hopefully making some progress on actually cleaning my room and sorting clothing, both of which I need to accomplish in the near future. But yeah, should be good. Goodnight my dearies. Sweet dreams.

#daily journal #May 2018

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peterpcrkcr · 7 years ago

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Who is She? (part iii)

Part One ; Part Two

Peter Parker x Reader (shifting points of view)

Words: 6.0k +

Summery: You wake up only to find out that the people you’d seen taking pictures of you with Spider-Man sold or posted the photos. Ned confronts Peter about the mystery girl he’s been hanging out with as Spider-man. Peter finally gets around to breaking things off with Jessica. You have dinner with your mom and she heads off to work during the meal and you find out the news. Peter scours school all day just to find you.

You had just awoken. You’re eyes had little clumps of sleep dust at the sides and your throat felt extremely dry. You went to look at your phone to see the messages, only to find that it had died during the night because you forgot to plug it in again. At least is was a Saturday and you didn’t have to worry about things like waking up on time.

You got up from bed and walked into the bathroom. There was a note from your mom on the mirror that said ‘got called in to work, there’s donuts, love you’.

You kissed your fingers and pressed them to the note lovingly before brushing your teeth and doing your daily morning dos.

Once out of the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel and went to check on your phone. It still wasn’t turned on and so you went into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee.

While you waited you ate one and a half donuts and read the back on a book your mom had just finished reading. It intrigued you so you started reading a few pages and then forgot you had made coffee so when you poured the cup it was not only extremely hot, but boiling from sitting for extra time on the burner. A little creamer and a couple of blows to soothe the heat and it was perfect despite the forgetfulness.

You took the book, a donut, and the cup of coffee into your bedroom and got dressed for the day. While you were reading the book and enjoying your morning treat your phone turned on. After a couple minutes of being alive, it buzzed.

Definitely a text from Jessica, but not only that, there were multiple texts from Jessica and a few from a couple of people that you ate lunch at school with.

First you worried that it was actually Friday and that you missed your first two periods.

Secondly, you worried that maybe a new villain was in town and you were in danger.

Thirdly and lastly, you were calm because the sexiest man alive was Blake Shelton and that was freaking everyone out as it was.

So you didn’t stress yourself too much when you lifted the phone and unlocked it. You did begin to worry, however, when you read what they actually said.

The texts all said very vague and caps lock questions. Mostly about how you did it. They all confused you until you got to Jessica’s spew of messages. When you scrolled to the start of them there was a link.

|Spider-Man’s Mystery Girlfriend

And the picture on the front was of him trying to kiss you and you smiling. His head blocked most of your face, but you could very well tell it was you. Obviously other people knew it was you too or else they wouldn’t have sent you those messages. As your eyes widened while you read the article, your phone started buzzing with an actual call.

It was Jessica.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes because you knew that the energy in the other end was going to be massive.

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE DATING THE SPIDER-MAN! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!!” She yelled so loudly that you were able to hear her completely even when you held the phone away from your ear.

“We aren’t dating. So that’s why I didn’t tell you. ” You said calmly. “And it’s just Spider-man, no the.”

“YOU STILL SAW HIM MORE THAN ONCE AND HE TRIED TO KISS YOU!” She was too close to the phone, but you were proud of her. She wasn’t one for calling of any kind, so this was a big deal.

“He was teasing me.” You said and she started to do this loud scream-laugh of excitement. “Jess, please stop screaming in my ear!”

“I’M NOT I’M JUST-“ she cleared her throat. “I’m just super excited for you!”

“Why?” You asked as you took a bite of your donut.

“Because! You haven’t had any dates or any conversations with anyone and when you finally do it’s with the local crime fighter hero! That’s so cool! Like you’re cooler than me which I thought was impossible!”

“Thanks, Jess. You’re so supportive.” You rolled your eyes but what she said didn’t upset you. You were used to it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, but honestly I think you two are my new favorite couple. You need to have super powers so that you can be a legit power couple. Like do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah I do and that was actually really clever.” You said while chewing another bite.

“Are you eating?” She asked a little annoyed but unsurprised.

“Yeah, why?” You asked after you swallowed the bite, but just before you took a sip of coffee.

“Let’s go out to eat.”

“I don’t really want to leave my apartment.” You said honestly. Jessica made a whining sound. “Especially with this article out right now.”

“Come on...! I want to hear all the details...!” She said in a whiny voice. You sighed very heavily in an effort for her to back down, but she was unrelenting. “Come on! I’ll drive and I’ll pay.”

“Fine! Fine... pick me up in ten.” You said pulling the phone away from your ear.

“But you’re 20 minutes away!” She yelled loudly enough for you to hear.

“Then hurry!” You said before hanging up.

You settled back in to reading your book and enjoying your coffee. The donut was gone and that upset you, but the prospect of free food was keeping you happy. Jessica text you with a bunch of angry emojis, you smiled.

“Have you seen this?” Ned asked Peter as they walked to the only remaining retro arcade in town. He was holding up his phone and an article was up that suggested Spider-Man was dating a mystery girl. Peter turned bright red.

“Uh- no I have not...” He said with all of his attention on the sidewalk in front of them.

“What’s it about, man? This doesn’t look like Jessica.” Ned said as his eyes squinted while trying to make the picture out.

“I don’t know.” Peter said plainly.

“It says you kissed her and flirted with her and shared hot dogs with her.” Ned was still looking at his phone, which meant he was not paying attention to where he was walking.

“I didn’t.” Peter lied. Ned clicked his tongue in the roof of his mouth.

“This picture is really not letting you get away with saying that to me, dude.” Ned zoomed in and showed it to Peter. Peter decided Ned was right and then Peter decided that this was a nightmare. “What about Jessica?”

“I didn’t want to say anything until after, but I’m telling Jessica I just want to be friends tonight.” Peter said which made Ned look up from his phone and to Peter. “I’ve waited too long.”

“Yeah, you’re not kidding. It’s been almost two months man, that’s crazy.” Ned put his phone back into his pocket and sighed. “Cindy is gonna be so upset.”

“Cindy? I’m more worried about what Jessica will think of it, especially if she finds out that I’m doing it because I actually am probably in love with-“ but Peter cut himself off there and felt his skin nearly boil with embarrassment and nervousness. Ned stopped walking and took Peter’s arm in his hand so Peter would stop too.

“You want to do what with her who?” Ned asked in a tone that was mildly upset. “What happened between the two of you?”

“We never got along.” Peter cleared his throat and looked around. His fingers pulled at the ends of his sleeves and he kept chewing on his bottom lip. Ned knew that because Peter was doing those things, that Peter was afraid of something. “I couldn’t have a conversation with her, and I couldn’t develop any feelings for her no matter how hard I tried. It isn’t her fault, I- I just want to be friends.”

“Yeah, so you can go around and date someone she knows!” Ned said loudly enough for Peter to wince. God, what if Jessica was listening, what if (y/n) was? “Who is it? Is it the same girl in that article?”

“Maybe!” Peter said looking down. Ned shook his head.

“That’s dangerous, man.” Ned said.

“I know...” Peter said quietly, his eyes meeting Ned’s.

“Who is she?” Ned asked. Peter sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

“It’s Jessica’s friend from Midtown, (y/n).” He said embarrassedly, but he handled your name with great care. “You remember the picture she showed us on the group date? It’s her.”

“What! Dude what! That’s insane! Her best friend?!” Ned didn’t sound as upset as Peter thought he would get. He seemed more entertained or amused. “You gotta tell Jessica.”

“What? No! No way! She’ll hate me!” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. “She’d never talk to me again.”

“You’re not interested in her anyway! And she’ll probably find out from (y/n) anyway..”

“But dude, what about Cindy? What about (y/n)? Cindy will definitely hate me after I do that to Jessica, and (y/n) will think I’m a jerk for hurting her friend.”

“Not if she feels the same way!” Ned sounded encouraging. It confused Peter.

“Why are you so calm? Also, why does it sound like you want me to do this?”

“Because she makes you happy Peter, that’s all I care about.” Ned said setting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. Peter grinned, Ned smiled. It was nice. “So you’re giving Jessica the news tonight? On what? A sort-of third date?”

“I guess you could call it that. I just want to take care while I do it. I don’t want to sound like a jerk or like I don’t care about how she might feel about it.” Peter spoke while they both started walking again.

“Are you going to tell her about (y/n)?” Ned asked raising an eyebrow toward Peter. Peter shook his head. “Why not?”

“It’s too early. Plus, (y/n) doesn’t know that I’m Spider-Man, so it’s like I’m two different people to her. I can’t confess my feelings, she’ll think I’m a lunatic, and I can’t really talk to her again in the suit because it would put her in further danger.”

“You think so? I mean I’m not saying you’re wrong in doing that, but if that’s how you feel most comfortable go for it.” Ned smiled at Peter, Peter smiled at Ned.

“Do you think she’ll like me?” Peter asked. Ned nodded.

“Of course dude, what’s not to like?”

“This Vietnamese food is amazing.” You said with noodles sticking out of your mouth. You sucked them up and grinned.

“See? I bet you’re glad I said we should go out now.” Jessica said pointing chopsticks at you. You shrugged, drank some water. “Now you have to tell me everything about your new boyfriend.”

“What? At least let me finish my dish, Jess!” You said setting down your glass. She shook her head, you rolled your eyes. “Not fair. You can’t ply me with food and then expect drama!”

“Yes I can, that’s how I work and you’re easy like that.” She said before taking a bite of her own food. You sighed and moved some noodles around in your bowl.

“What can I say?” You asked as you looked down dreamily. It was the first time you had really realized this, but you had feelings for Spider-Man. Real feelings, romantic feelings.

“What can you say? Spit it out!” Jessica said swallowing her food. You smiled at her excitement. For once she was relying on your for entertainment and not the other way around.

“Well it was a little strange, but when we first met he was stopping this guy from stealing my phone. It was on the day of your date with Peter actually now that I remember...” you said almost questioningly. And Peter was late that day... you thought to yourself.

“Wow. That’s romantic! He like, saved you.“ Jessica said with an award winning smile on her face. You shrugged.

“I wouldn’t say he saved me, I wasn’t in danger.” You said fishing around your bowl for a vegetable.

“I mean, okay, but you could have been and might have been if he didn’t show up like a knight in shining armor.” Jessica sighed dramatically and rested the back of her hand on her forehead. “Oh sweet prince, do save me! For I am but a beautiful damsel in distress and am in need of your saving!”

“It wasn’t... like. that. And anyway, he left right after that.” You took a bite and chewed slowly.

“But you saw him again after that! Twice is fate! Were you even in danger?” She asked, eyes wide, excitement coming out of every pore in her body. You shook your head.

“I had two hot dogs and gave him one. That’s where this picture came from. He had stuff on his face and was teasing me.” You said it with happiness etched into every syllable. “He did actually kiss my cheek, though. It was so nice.”

“You like Spider-Man!” Jessica exclaimed. You shushed her. “And Spider-Man likes you!”

“Shut up, Jess!” You said covering her mouth with your hand. She licked your palm but you didn’t budge.

“I’ll be quiet.” She said muffled. You nodded once and then slowly took your hand away to wipe it on the jeans you wore. “So? What’s next?”

“We saw each other a third time. Just a casual bumping into someone familiar sort of thing.” You said before taking a long drink of water. Her eyes grew wider and wider while she waited for you to say something else.

“And? Did you kiss? Did you have sex?!” She practically screamed this. You threw a chopstick at her and it bounced off of her forehead and onto her plate. “Ow...”

“Well?! Don’t just tell the world that you think I slept with Spider-Man! I don’t even know him or anything about him in particular other than he’s white and probably our age!”

“Wow. You’ve seen his skin!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah! Can I please talk!” You asked with annoyance in your voice. She nodded. “We bought snacks and a drink to share and he literally whisked me away to the rooftops where we enjoyed each other’s company. I asked him if he ever wished things were different, if he ever wished he didn’t have powers and if he could live a normal life. He said no, but he also said that he thinks about it when he meets someone who challenges his routine. Someone who’s always in the right place at the right time to steal his heart.”

“What?!” Jessica was so giddy she couldn’t contain herself, you begged her to. “What happened next?”

“I said, like me?“ You recited with the same care in your voice as you’d used in him. She squealed.

“AND?!” She yelled. You glared at her and she mouthed sorry to the people around you that had turned to look at the commotion.

“He said, like you.” You said in a slightly deeper voice to insinuate that it had been him that said it. Jessica pretended to faint, and then she smiled fully and made happy sounds. “Yeah.”

“That is so romantic.” She said in a light and breezy voice.

“Mhm...” You said taking another bite of your food, satisfied and happy with her response.

“When will you see him again?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, that’s up to fate.” You said slyly. Jessica squealed again and then slumped over onto her arm. She was nearly laying down on the table. “What’s happening?”

“I wish Peter was like that...” She said, her voice dull against her arm. You almost choked on your food.

Why was there this feeling of a mass coincidence upon your shoulders? Why did it feel like you were about to uncover a great truth in the back of your mind? Why was Peter Parker stuck on the tip of your tongue, but the back of your heart chanted Spider-Man?

“You okay?” Jessica asked sitting up to see you better. You nodded a little while you drank long sips of water.

“Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?” You asked.

“I’m fine... just sad about seeing Peter tonight.” You laughed. She sighed.

“Why are you sad?” You asked.

“Because he’s nothing like Spider-Man! He’s not romantic or charming or poetic.” She said taking a bite of her dish, letting the noodles slide up her chin. You grinned.

“Well, best of luck to you.” You said. She threw a crumpled napkin at you and smiled back.

Peter was nervous. Now, this wasn’t end-all-be-all nervousness. It was a casual nervousness, the kind that always hung around. Like bugs, or a bad smell you just can’t forget. Peter had wrestled with what to wear to a break-up date and decided on a grey sweater and some jeans. Something comfortable to calm him down if he got himself worked up over everything. He put on his raggedy classic Nike shoes and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

“You look handsome.” May said.

“Thanks.” Peter said with a smile as he headed for the door.

“Have fun breaking up with your date!” May yelled.

“Thanks!” Peter yelled back before closing the door.

It was actually nice outside. His jacket kept him plenty warm, and even though his nerves were wound tight, he let himself enjoy the city air. An older couple walked down the sidewalk holding hands. They kissed, smiled at each other, and she rested her head on the taller woman’s shoulder as they went on.

Peter wanted to have that; couldn’t wait to have that, with her. With (y/n).

So when he saw Jessica waiting outside of the Mexican food joint, the light of her phone making her face glow, he felt his shoulders tense. He wasn’t afraid of her, she didn’t scare him, but he was terrorized by anxiety and the fear of being someone he didn’t like himself.

“Hey, Peter. How’s it going?” She asked. He cleared his throat, looked around for a moment to collect himself.

“Uh- I’m good. You?” He cleared his throat again.

“I’m fine...” Jessica tucked hair behind her ear and slipped her phone into her pocket. “Are you okay?”

“Just thirsty.” He said plainly. Jessica nodded and then linked arms with him.

“Shall we?” She asked.

He knew she was trying, he really did. He knew she wanted this to go well, he knew that if his heart hadn’t been stolen already that there could be a chance between she and him.

He nodded his head almost grimly. She smiled and nodded and pulled him along and inside.

Once seated he kept the menu blocking his face so he could dab away the sweat accumulated on his forehead. He nearly chugged half of the glass of water that the waiter had brought them. He also took forever to order, an excuse for not speaking or looking Jessica in the eyes.

“What’s going on with you, Peter?” She asked.

“I don’t want to... say...” He nearly whispered the words. Kept them to himself like inner thoughts. Jessica tilted her head, furrowed her brows.

“Well now you have to and I won’t take no for an answer.” Jessica said a stern tone. He closed his eyes and right when he parted his lips, she started speaking again. “I bet you’re nervous. This is the first date you’ve decided on, on your own. You haven’t really spoken much, which means you’re wrestling with your emotions like always, or you’re plainly uninterested in me. Why’s that? I’m a catch... I’m patient. I’m polite. I’m not mean, and I know I’m not humble so it doesn’t bother me to tell you that I’m beautiful too! I may not be smart enough for you, but I have a lot of heart.”

“I-“ His motivation faltered. She nodded.

“And honestly Peter? I can tell you’re not interested, but why? I didn’t do anything wrong and I have been nothing but nice to you even though it wouldn’t hurt to tell you that you’re kind of boring! You don’t add to the conversation! My friend told me about how she went on like two dates with Spider-Man, and I told her I wish you were like him, but as I can tell like right now, you are nothing like the guy!”

Peter tried not to grin, and that was easy because he felt awful. How long has she been holding this back from him? Since they met almost two months ago?

Jessica could tell who the mystery girl is?

“I’m sorry.” He found his voice and his strength. “I’m sorry I’m not like that for you.”

“That’s okay, we can work on it.” She said reaching across the table to try and rest her hand over his. Peter shrugged her off and put his hand on his lap. “What’s going on?”

“I want to be friends.” He said looking her in the eyes. She nodded.

“Okay? We are friends.” She said.

“No, I want to be just friends.” Peter said firmly.

“What?” She seemed genuinely confused. It made his stomach lurch.

“I don’t want to be in a romantic relationship with you. I only want to be friends. It isn’t because of anything you’ve done, it isn’t because I don’t think you’re not attractive-“

“I know that...” Jessica said as her eyes trailed down to look at the table setting in front of her. “Why didn’t this work out?”

“I think it’s because we aren’t similar. I didn’t try, I mean, I haven’t been trying. This isn’t a break up, this is a non-starter sort of deal.” He tried to get her to face him.

She didn’t do anything for a long time. Her phone kept buzzing. The waiter came by and was ignored. Peter tried to apologize profusely, but she didn’t move.

“I...” Jessica started as a single tear fell down her cheek. She looked up and Peter saw that her eyes weren’t shiny. She wasn’t emotional, she was stoic. This wouldn’t falter the character she was. “I really liked you.”

“I’m sorry.” He said again.

“I know you are.” She sat up straighter and took a sip of her tea.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked.

“Eat a big burrito with my friend and go home.” She didn’t sound mad. She sounded annoyed, definitely, but no sort of anger read in her tone. Peter immediately felt all stress and worry flood out of his body.

“Thank you.” He said, relieved. Jessica nodded and then they went on with their meal.

This made one thing for sure, Peter had to find you with his mask off.

There was one message lighting up your phone. You knew who it was from but you didn’t care to look at it seeing as she had just been on a date with Peter and it probably said something that would make you upset that you weren’t her.

Your mom had cooked an easy dinner. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. It wasn’t particularly cold outside, but this was one of the few nights she had off from work so she tried to make it as warm as she could.

“How is it?” She asked just before taking a spoonful of the soup.

“Fantastic.” You said. It was soup out of a can, and heavily, heavily processed cheese, but you could care less on any other day, and especially today. “Best soup I ever had.”

“I’m glad you like it.” She said smiling at you from across the small dining table. You smiled back. “Did you see who the sexiest man alive is?”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that.” You said with a bite of the sandwich in your cheek.

“Why not? I think he’s handsome.” She said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Mom... I’ve already been through this at least five times today. At least.“ You said finishing your sandwich. She shrugged again.

“I still think he’s sexy.”

“That’s fine!” You said trying to get her to stop.

“What about you? Who would you have voted for?” She asked before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Honestly? When we have people like the King of Wakanda and Thor walking around this good green earth, I find it hard that mass amounts of people chose that guy.” You said speaking your truth. Your mom nodded.

“I love Tony Stark.” She said. You nodded, rolled your eyes.

“I know you love Tony Stark, Mom.” You said lifting your bowl to drink some.

“If I ever met him I’d really just let loose, I heard he was like that back in the day. Think he’ll still be up for some adult fun?” She asked while winking at you. You nearly choked on your soup.

“I don’t think this is back in the day, and also.... please don’t talk about anyone like that with me again... please? No shame, I just can’t stomach it.”

“Your mom’s hot! Get over it girl!” She said while doing a little hip dance.

You gave out a deep sigh and stood to rinse your bowl and place it in the dishwasher. The soup made you feel warm and safe and every nice thing your mom had made you feel your entire life.

“What in the world is attractive about Tony Stark?” You asked with your chin in your palm while you watched her finish up her meal.

“I really like the beard!” She said with a huge smile. You shook your head and grinned. “And? He seems like once he really cares about you and you break through his tough exterior, he’d be completely devoted to you. It’s sweet.”

“How in the world do you eat that from that guy?” You asked. She laughed.

“How do you not? Who do you like then, since Iron Man isn’t your favorite flavor?” She asked as she took a sip of her drink. You shrugged, tried to play is off coolly.

“I don’t know... Spider-Man... maybe...” you said trialing off so it would seem like an after thought, but it was your every thought. You knew your mom could tell because she was eyeing you with a suspicious smile. “What?”

“You have a crush on Spider-Man...” she said in a sing-song voice. You scoffed, rolled your eyes.

“So what? Not like anything more’s gonna happen...” you said.

“What do you mean more?” She asked but right when you sorted your lips her phone rang. It was work. They needed her to come to the lab.

“Work?” You asked even though you knew. She nodded and wiped her face and cleared her throat. She stood, a far-off look filled her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah..” she stood, held her stomach as though she might vomit. “I’m fine. I just have to get to work now.”

“Yeah, I know.” You said, worried and confused at the change in demeanor. “Mom, are you alright? You’re worrying me...”

“I’m fine, honey. I’m fine...” she walked over to the and put her coat on and slipped on her easy shoes. You followed her there and gave her a long and strong hug. She kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You said muffled into her hair. You both pulled away at the same time. She blew you a kiss goodbye, you waved, and then she was gone.

You opted to cleaning to fill your extra time. Dishes, vacuum, dust, vacuum again because you should’ve done that last anyway.

You finally laid down in bed to sleep and when you did you remembered you had a message from Jessica. When you read it your heart skipped a beat selfishly.

Peter broke up with me.

This meant he was free now whether it was right or wrong. Your heart said it was right, and your mind agreed.

Peter felt invigorated. He went to school on Monday not only with more pep in his step than usual, but a mission: find her.

During class, outside of class, around the halls. Lunch time. Study hall. After school wait by the front door one day, the next day wait by another. He felt excited at just the prospect of meeting her face to face. He felt nearly faint at how hard his nerves were spun.

He wasn’t nervous about her at all, about how she would be as a person, about how she might talk to a stranger that couldn’t help but stare at her fully and devotedly in love. No. It was nerves for what he might say or do to make her never want to speak to him again.

During class he stared at the clock.

A while ago he was doing this because he couldn’t wait to hop into the suit and help people out, now he did it because each second that ticked by was one second longer he had to wait to see her.

Teachers knew that when he zoned out he was still listening, so they left him alone.

During breaks between class he scopes every inch of the hall as he walked to his next class. His eyes tuned in to the frequency of her body, and as close as he cut it to the bell, nobody that passed him by ever matched it.

After third period it was lunch time and Peter jogged around the entire school during those 45 minutes. He took bites of the sandwich he had thrown together in the morning but it wasn’t very good. He mixed up mayo with relish, how he did that he’ll never know. He still had to eat though, and it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t focus on the taste at all because he was too busy thinking about her.

About hearing her voice.

About seeing her smile.

About saying her name and having her know exactly who it was coming from. No masks, no secrets.

Well one, but Peter wasn’t worried.

After lunch he went through his classes and searched high and low for any hint of her. Then, last period he started to feel hopeless even though this was his first day sleuthing her out.

Peter groaned in the middle of his Phys. Ed class. He was slowly climbing the rope, a way to cast doubt he could even do it, and had everyone’s attention on him.

Flash Thompson, his regular heckler, had some words to say about this.

“I know you’re week Parker, but this is new. I thought you were stronger because of all the jacking off you do.” Only two people chuckled, and Peter suspected that it was mostly because Flash talked about masterbation in the middle of class.

Coach blew his whistle but wasn’t fully committed- he was one of the people that had chuckled.

Okay, so Peter was worried. What if she didn’t think Peter was as cool as Spider-Man? He would feel awful if he came off as a total loser, if he didn’t seem good enough for her. This was insane. No one has ever made his heart clamor as hard as she did. Nobody has ever made Peter feel this clammy and worried about what one might think as she did. He let out a long exhale as he walked out of the locker room after changing to head to his book locker.

Ned was there waiting for him.

“Hey man, Cindy told me that you broke it off with Jessica.” Ned said. Peter nodded, looked over Ned’s shoulders as if he might see a glimpse of the love of his life.

Peter watched the lights because he knew they’d be brighter with her there.

Peter listened for the sound of her voice because he’d never miss his favorite song.

Peter kept track of his heartbeat like a homing beacon, because once it found her there was nothing else left to search for.

“What in the world are you looking for?” Ned asked with a half smile on his face. Peter met Ned’s eyes and forced himself to maintain eye contact. “Dude?”

“I’m looking for (y/n).” He said it firmly, but let himself cave around her name. Ned smile fully, punched Peter’s shoulder playfully.

“You’re really doing it man! You’re really going after the girl you have your eyes on. I’m proud of you.” Ned encouraged.

“It’s not just my eyes that are set on her, it’s my heart.” Peter was mumbling, but Ned heard. “It’s my soul.”

“Are you in love with her already?!” Ned was fully astonished and all Peter did was nod his head in the smallest way possible. Ned’s mouth gaped open. “What!”

“I can’t explain it.” Peter said closing his eyes. Ned watched Peter as he searched his soul. “I met her and we clicked. No tremor or heart attack. I got her phone back for her and I never wanted to leave her again. Like I’d been with her this entire time and all of a sudden I have to reintroduce myself. I’m not upset about it though.”

“Why not? Sounds tedious.” Ned pulled on his backpack strap.

“Nice word.” Peter sidetracked. They bumped fists. “But anyway, I’m not upset because we get to meet each other and feel all of those same feelings we felt when we met before.”

“But she won’t know who you are. It’s just you swimming in all of this pining.” Ned said tilting his head. Peter shrugged.

“It’s worth it, Ned. She’s worth a million hello’s. I’d learn it in Mandarin if that’s what she needed. I’d learn it in Morse Code. I’d learn it in Braille and sign language and Australian.” Peter grinned at the last one.

“I think they say good-eye.” Ned said in his absolute worst accent. It was pure trash and it made Peter’s eyes crinkle at the sides.

“Thank you...” Peter said laughing a little bit. Then his head turned so suddenly Ned looked worried for the safety of his friends neck.

“What’s going on? Spider-sense?!” Ned loudly whispered. Peter shook his head very slowly as his eyes scanned the crowd.

There she was.

He’d seen her a million times already, but this time was monumentally different.

In Peter’s moment of courage he took a deep breath, balled his fists at his sides so tightly his knuckles turned white, and then he took a step forward.

Instantly, everything in the hall slowed to a near stand-still. The after school chatter meshed together, the other students blurred. His entire world slowed to a stand still. Papers stuck in the air, peoples mouths open in mid-conversation. A moment stuck forever until Peter’s forever began.

He could only hear the beating of his heart and the light tapping of the soles of his shoes on the ground.

The girl he’d pined after, dreamed of, thought of in every waking moment for three months was finally, finally! standing before him, and for once he wasn’t in that god forsaken suit.

And her eyes were shining.

thump.

And her hair looked soft.

thump.

And her voice was gentle and warm.

thump.

And he saw the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

thump.

And her lips were so pink he thought that even though he’d never really been one for the color, he’d like to live in it now.

thump.

His heart was going to combust, his hairline was beaded with nervous sweat. He thought about all the ways he could make himself look like an idiot. He thought about what she would say when he introduced himself for real this time, as Peter Parker and not the masked man she’s used to knowing. He thought about how he wished they could be past this part- that she knew everything about him, masked and unmasked.

He wished she knew so when he hugged her and held her tightly she wouldn’t ever dream of letting him go. He hadn’t even met her yet and their forever was already planned. Destiny had already set the race. Now was the time to run it.

So what do you do when you’re about to meet the love of your life, and there’s no mask to hide behind?

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