#THAT DOES NOT MEAN CALL AGAIN AND TRY TO TALK ME INTO COMING.......im AWARE i prob need to get it tested but

[meansevika]

— this fandom has a vast misogynoirist problem and, yes, this also applies to YOU reading this right now; a post filled w unsorted thoughts you should read if you genuinely want black fans to feel safe in fandom spaces with you

i am going to preface this right away w how disappointed i am in some of the people who follow me, who will occasionally like a post calling out misogynoir but only if its comfortable and only if its worded nicely and only if its against someone they dislike and not someone they do like. i am directly talking to my non-black followers because i do not expect black fans to expose themselves to this kind of hatred and thinly (and not so thinly) veiled racism we are faced w on a daily basis. some of you have a big following and a big portion of that following is white and YOU have the opportunity to use your POWER (and, yes, even in fandoms there are different power dynamics because logging onto twitter dot com does not remove the burden of blackness within overtly white spaces, this too is a space where having white privileges will get you places) and talk about these issues that have been becoming more and more prevalent.

our voices are not heard and when they are heard they get twisted by white and non-black fans who prioritize their love for shipping and their male centeredness over racism within fandom and more importantly: racism that is perpetuated by them. a very loud portion of this fandom has painted an image of "angry black women" without ever actually calling them black women because they are socially aware enough to know that it is racist to say so. instead they say it in different ways: they call us rabid, they call us delusional, they call us homophobic straights and love to strip us of our queerness in the same breath, they call us ableists even though this fandom has had several conversations about this, they call us aggressive, they say we are jealous of a mlm ship, they say we are irrational, they call us everything but the one thing we are: black. yet the painted picture is very clear to me and surely every other black person who has ever engaged dominantly white spaces: the big black bully! this is the easiest way to "aggressive black woman" your way through genuine critcism without ever saying it w those words nor acknowledging the thing you are criticized for.

and it becomes even more obvious when you read-over and over again-those attempts at demonizing an overtly black part of fandom (which mel/meljay fandom is and which i will come back to later) while NONE ever mention the things black people ARE saying because whenever you get ratioed for cuck art, whenever you get asked why you erase mel from the story, whenever people ask where mel is in arcane character group arts, whenever you mischaracterize mel for a mlm ship, whenever you strip her of her feelings, whenever you make her an abuser, whenever you dehuminaze her, whenever you deify her, whenever you cry that you cannot criticize her yet dont ever criticize her outside of that ship you so like, whenever any of this happens black fans HAVE and WILL tell you that this is antiblack, its misogynistic, but most of all-since a word for this phenomenon already exists-it is misogynoir. you are participating in misogynoir. your every like is supporting misogynoir. the active erasure of a black woman in fandom is misogynoir. whenever you strip black fans of their credibility to speak out against racism bc we are just "crazy shippers on an agenda", that is misogynoir too. people who arent in this fandom have been clocking this. they see us saying this. they avoid watching the show or engaging w this fandom because the misogynoir is so prevalent here and it is unchallenged by everyone but black people and a few allys who actually mean their shit when they talk about allyship.

the rest of you barely skim our texts or just go "well im not racist so this doesnt apply to me" instead of listening to us trying to explain what the issue is. you guys are so sure that you are a good ally, that you arent racist, that nothing you do is ever misogynoirist, yet you dont even realize that you dismiss or even silence black voices you dont like by villainizing every black fan who wants to talk about this and uplifting every black person who says the things you want to hear. to the point that a black user here can use the hard r and white people are trying to educate black people why that is okay or isnt okay. all while that person even apologized and had to tell you guys to not speak over black people in defense of them. do you not see that you are tokenizing the black voices you deem comfortable while ignoring every voice that asks for a little bit of accountability in your contribution to the horrid antiblackness on arcanetwt?

but, no, no, rest assured this doesnt just apply to the fans but to the character in question too after all there is a reason why meltwt/meljaytwt is so outspoken on this. it isnt about her partner being shipped w someone else, most of us dont even care for the ship, our issue is the constant attempt at erasing her from the relationship she was in and those are two completely different things even if you blatantly choose to look the other way and fabricate lies. mel medarda, despite always being spoken about as beautiful and complex and such a great character, so far even that people say they want her to leave jayce so they can have her for herself, has a very small following. she has less fics on ao3 than the others, barely any x reader ship despite so many people claiming to shipping themselves with her, she gets less solo art and even less w other people or her canonical ship. she is constantly being othered. just recently we had someone exclude her from group art and saying she was the teacher while her same aged peers were drawn as students. to many she simply doesnt exist and if you care about mel, if you actually do like her, if you seek out her content, this becomes abundantly clear real quick: mel does not exist as a main character to arcanetwt.

she is a side character to many of you. she is a side character like any other black women in fiction because you as fans were conditioned by young age to view black women as that. you are surrounded by the sassy black best friend, the angry black woman, the disposable black girlfriend who will always just be a temporary love interest, side character a and side character b - you grew up in a world where you view black women like that. that is why her fandom is so small. just like any other black female characters are small. no other main character gets this type of treatment other than her. and that her fandom is so small is just another indicator for that. and that it mostly consists of black fans is another indicator too because those very often are the only ones capable to see a black woman as a character in herself and not just a nice compliment in a sentence in between. this, too, is misogynoir btw and saying "well i just prefer this and this character" only works so many times before you gotta put the work in and question your racial bias and i am telling you YOU HAVE TO to OVERCOME that and i am telling you that because i too used to not care about black female characters.

i grew up in a very white society and was one of those kids who were trying to be as white as possible to cater to white ppl and i had to actively unlearn to ignore dark skinned women in any media and woah let me tell you once you do you realize there are so many beautiful characters to obsess over and so many new people to meet and it WILL change your view on a lot of things in fandom and it will make you AWARE and that is a good thing. you should be woke. being woke is a good thing no matter how many people say it isnt. its just nobody can do this for you but you yourself. you will see the mistreatment of fans and you will get angry about this and you will get uncomfortable too bc you might be nonblack you might even be white but that is just what it is and how its going to be and i appeal to you to be loud w us as well, to fight for a fandom space where white fans arent the only ones who get to enjoy sillies and whimsicals, where we can move and have fun w/o being confronted w unchallenged racism and people being too proud to work on their biases or even take any critcism, i beg you to not gaf about aesthetics and what you want your blog to look like and i beg you to not gaf about what your peers might think of you bc trust me you do not want to be the person belittling antiblackness for the sake of getting a few likes on an art piece where two people you like smooch.

this affects real black people even if arcanetwt wants to say we arent real or dont care about black issues. this is a black issue just like it'd be w any recreational activity

[sanchoyo]

on a less posi note i got another call from my doctors office saying 'oh can u come in today or tomorrow for ur labs? u had one done 3 months ago and u RLY need to get this checked/compared to that one!!' and its like. i talked to a nurse on the phone abt that appointment LAST WEEK!! (it was supposed to be this last monday) telling her that my insurance got cancelled and i absolutely had to cancel that appointment bc i cant pay for the 1. walk in fees without any copay 2. and the labs pay on top of that. the fact they called me again abt it rly did kinda upset me its like. i Know You Think I Need This But It Feels Like You Just Want Money. and did not listen to me the first time we talked abt this, last week!!! and making it sound so Urgent AFTER i said i cant afford it just freaked me out like They Have In Their Files that I have anxiety so Why Did they DO That. After I said I Cannot Come! and i felt rly embarrassed over the whole thing having to be like 'ya i cant afford it' even tho ik thats a reality for a lot of ppl besides myself yk. lol (': basically the Mood today is fuck the american health care system (hint: that is the Mood everyday)

[moshuka]

WHEN IN LONDON-- b. stewart

!! - starts v.. abruptly??? idk, 2549 words

!! - smut duhhh, english isnt my first language be nice

!! - virgin!reader, reader is v clueless ab sex, i think im getting posessed idk, CORRUPTION KINK

 You don’t know why, but you can’t seem to look away. The dark, hungry look in her eyes hypnotizes and captivates you, and you can’t help but bite your lip and squirm in your seat.

You’re both so close that her breath fans your face. “W-Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” you manage to stutter. “‘ve never had sex before. Sab never wanted to with me.”

Her eyes immediately soften when you talk about your ex. She hates that you’ve been with people who didn’t give you everything you deserved. She also has to pretend to not feel a pang in her chest when you bring up the ex’s name.

Stewie places a gentle hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly. “You should always have your needs met, baby,” she murmurs.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean your head against her hand, relishing in the comforting touch. “Mmm...” you hum as she continues to caress your cheek.

But then, you’re suddenly aware again of her intense gaze on you, and you’re forced out of your blissful, half-lidded state. “W-What needs?” you ask, your voice coming out almost in a whisper.

You’re so cute, the way you lean into her touch like a little bird seeking comfort. Her heart aches in a good way at the sight of you.

She has to stop the urge to roll her eyes at your naivety. “C’mon, you know what I mean,” she murmurs. “Did Sabrina not touch you, like… at all?”

You bite down on your lip, trying to hide the embarrassment you feel from the question. It makes you feel insecure, the fact that you’ve never had that kind of experience with someone.

But you know that if there’s someone you can open up to, it’s Stewie. Even her bluntness, which at times has annoyed you, you know it comes from a place of being sincere.

So you answer her question in the softest voice. “Never.”

She fights down the possessive feeling in her chest when she hears your reply. She wants nothing more than to claim you all for herself, and now it feels even more important that there’s no competition for it.

She slides her hand down from your cheek and to your neck, her fingers playing with the collar of your hoodie. “Not even a little bit?” she asks, her voice sounding slightly strangled.

A pang of sympathy shoots through her chest as the confession leaves your lips, and she can’t help but feel a bit hurt that someone would give you so little affection.

She leans in more, her hand gently tilting your chin up to make you look into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby…” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “You deserve to be pleased.”

The way her voice, so caring and soft, calls you baby has your heart thundering in your chest. And the words she says, about being pleased… they make something stir deep in the pit of your stomach.

You want to look away from her intense gaze because of the way you feel, but it’s glued to her like a magnet. You can’t find it in you to even blink.

“My stomach feels weird..” You finally whisper.

Something primal switches in Stewie at your words. Suddenly, all her instincts are screaming at her to protect you, make you feel good, make you hers.

It’s that look you have, innocent— it was so filthy and perfect on your face. She’s never wanted to be someone’s first more than she does now.

She has to stop herself from pinning you down on the couch then and there. “Yeah? How weird baby?” She asks, her voice gruff.

You squirm underneath her touch as your body responds to the huskiness in her tone. It’s low and demanding, and it makes you shiver.

You’ve never felt like this before — sensitive, vulnerable, aroused… It makes you want to hide away and bask in her touch at the same time.

But you trust her, so you push through the nervous feelings and try to answer her question. “I— It’s warm… an-and.. fuck…” you admit quietly.

Once inside the privacy of her hotel room, she shuts and locks the door behind her, before turning to you. The two of you are finally alone, and the tension is heavy in the air.

She walks up to you until she’s nearly touching you. Looking down at you, her eyes taking in every feature of your flushed, needy face, she lifts her hand and brushes some hair out of your face.

“Lay down on the bed for me,” she instructs, her voice firm but gentle.

You freeze up again at her command. You want to listen to her, but a part of you is feeling anxious. You’ve never done anything like this before, and all your nerves are coming to the surface.

But you know that you don’t want to let her down. So you do as she says, your body trembling slightly, and you climb onto the bed and get situated in the middle.

A surge of protectiveness goes through her as she sees your hesitation, and gently, she follows you and gets onto bed to join you. She doesn’t get too close, keeping a bit of distance for now.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” she praises you, her voice dripping with affection. “You’re being so good to me and doing as I say. Such a good girl for me. You wanna show me that pretty pussy?”

Her words have butterflies swarming in your stomach, and the praise only makes you more flushed. You can barely hide the shiver that goes through you — no one has ever talked to you like this before, so sweet and firm and dirty at the same time.

Her praise gives you a bit of confidence, though, and you’re determined to make her satisfied with you. So you slowly spread your legs, your face burning. “Like this?” You say, almost embarrassed. And god, your panties are so wet.

A low, almost guttural sound comes out of Stewie’s throat as you open up your legs to reveal the proof of your arousal to her eyes. She knew from the way you looked that you were turned on, but seeing the darkening of your panties, the dampness, it makes her want to claim you.

She kneels between your legs, looking down at you, her eyes dark and hungry. “Yes, just like this,” she says, moving your panties to the side.

You can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips at the fact that she’s looking at your nakedness. It makes you feel both embarrassed and excited.

Every place where she touches you tingles, your body so sensitive to her touch. You look up at her, your eyes searching. “Do something, please..”

Hearing the plea, the desperation in your voice makes something snap in Stewie. She has never wanted someone more, needed to give them pleasure than she does now.

She bends down and hooks her arms around your legs, her big hands almost wrapping around them completely. “Yeah? You want me to touch you here? Want me to make your pretty little cunt feel good?”

You let out a quiet moan at her words, her filthy tone driving you slowly insane. It ignites something in you, a need that you’ve never felt before.

“M-m’yeah,” you whimper, your voice betraying your excitement. “Please, Bre… I can’t take it.”

Her hand is so big on your leg, so strong. Her touch makes you feel small and fragile, makes you feel like a delicate doll.

And when she hears you whimper, the use of her nickname instead of her real name, something inside her growls.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to be patient, baby. I need to take my time with you.” She looks you up and down again, her eyes drinking in your neediness. “Gotta make you feel really good, don’t I?”

You let out a whine as her hands grip your legs a bit tighter, her eyes making you shiver wherever they’re fixated on your body.

It makes you want to be good and obedient, so you nod quickly at her words, your breath coming in quicker gasps. “Mmhm.. yes…” you say, almost desperate for her to make you feel good. “I-I’ll be good… be patient… promise.”

A smirk forms on Stewie’s face at how quickly you submit to her words. She didn’t think that someone who’s so feisty at times — in a cute way — would be so pliant under her.

She starts slowly — her mouth coming to kiss right above your knee. Her teeth sink in, just a little, and you inhale, the feeling of pleasure and pain mixing together and sending a shiver of heat through you.

“Oh…” you moan as her mouth kisses up your legs, the touch causing your eyes to flutter. You’ve never felt like this before, your body on fire for her attention.

The bite sends a sharp pleasure through you, and you jerk slightly at the feeling. “A-Again…?” You plead, hoping that she’ll bite somewhere more sensitive.

The slight pain of Stewie’s teeth on your skin is so good, a strange mixture of pleasure and stinging. Your sensitive skin is no match for her mouth, and you whine as her lips leave a mark. You’ll remember this, you’ll feel it every time you move for days — the memory of her touch, the reminder that you’re completely hers.

And then, her mouth is there, and you let out a strangled cry again at the feeling of it. You’ve never felt this, never thought you could ever feel this.

Hearing your reaction has a satisfied look crossing Stewie’s face. You’re coming undone for her so fast, and it fuels the possessiveness that’s driving her.

It’s then that she decides — you’re mine.

And she shows her possession of you by doing it again, placing another kiss on your clit, this one a little harder. Her tongue darts out and touches it, just for a second, and it’s enough to make you cry out, to make you gush onto her tongue.

You’re so sensitive that everything she does elicits such a strong reaction. Her teeth, her tongue, her hands as they grip your hips, everything.

The kiss makes a choked noise escape your throat that you didn’t expect, and you arch into it, your body craving it, needing more. “Again…” you breathe, “Please, c-can you do it again?”

You’ve never felt like this, so needy for someone, so completely vulnerable, and then she’s stretching her fingers, promising, “Baby, I’ll make you feel way better.”

You shiver when she calls you baby, your body automatically responding to her voice. It’s as if you know intrinsically now that you’ll do anything she asks of you, anything to get more of her.

Her finger sinks into suddenly, and it feels like a shock to your system. It’s making you feel so full, so warm, and you don’t know how to respond, your hands find her curls and you tug.

The sight of your fingers grabbing and pulling at her hair has her eyes flash, her possessive feeling coming out full force.

“Yeah?” She growls, feeling you squeeze around her finger. “You want something in this little pussy? You want more?”

You feel so overwhelmed by how much everything is. It’s all new and intense, and you don’t know if you can keep handling the feeling. Her words drive you wild, and every time she says that word, it makes your body shiver, makes you want her even more.

You nod your head quickly, breathless. “Y-Yeah,” you manage to get out. “Yeah, please..”

Stewie’s smirk broadens when you nod at her, a little chuckle escaping again. You’re so cute like this, so needy and desperate for her. And she’s going to give you everything you want.

She pushes a second finger in, and you let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion.

Your eyes widen suddenly at the feeling. It’s new and it’s so intense, so all-consuming, but you realize you want more, you want her.

The room feels hot and you’re already so close to the edge. “B-Bre,” you moan, your legs trembling. “I-I’m close… I’m close, I think…”

“M’yeah, so soon, huh?” Stewie says, and she laughs again affectionately. You’re not making this easy, but she can’t deny that she finds it cute how worked up you are.

Especially for her.

And when she thinks that, another surge of possessiveness goes through her, the need to claim you in any way she can. “Come whenever you want, sweetheart. I’ma get you there, yeah?”

She’s still moving her fingers, still stretching you out, and the feeling is bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The nickname makes you let out another gasp, makes your body want to give in.

Your hands are gripping her hair harder, your back arching off the bed as every sensation fills you. “I-I’m gonna—“ you breathe, your toes already curling. “I-I-I can’t—“ you pant.

And then she presses her tongue on your clit and starts licking, that’s when your vision goes white.

Stewie’s only plan is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure, so when you say that you can’t do it yourself, her mouth immediately does it for you.

You hadn’t even realized how you’d been saying it out loud, how you were so gone for her that you couldn’t even hold back anything.

But then she’s there, and you feel something inside you snap as your body tenses. The waves of pleasure are crashing over you, and your mouth is open but nothing is coming out.

Stewie lets you ride through your high, letting you feel all the way through it. By the time you come back to yourself, you’re limp and quivering, your legs unable to close.

She rises from the bed and looks down at you, a smug smile on her face. “You did so good,” she says, her voice fond but firm. “You feel good?”

You manage to let out a soft, “mhm” in response, still trying to catch your breath. Your body feels like jelly, your muscles are trembling — you’ve never felt so thoroughly pleased before.

“Feel… g-great,” you breathe, your voice still shaky. You look up at her, your eyes hazy but content.

She chuckles, picking you up with ease. She kisses your forehead. “Alright, let’s run you a bath.”

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve and Gareth as Cousins, no longer a warm-up and now called Lifelines, part three! I’ll throw it up on A03 when I finish the fourth part. 

Prior parts can be read here: Part One / Part Two 

First things first, the most amazing @ sereinpetrichor managed to track down the OG Twitter thread this runaway train is based off of! 

It was this thread by @gatorthots, the Tumblr version of which can be read, here.  All blame for this idea firmly rests on their brilliant, plot bunny inducing shoulders. 

The other, follow up thread I mentioned was this one by Silas, whose tumblr name I do not know. 

As always and forever, shout out to the most amazing @chalkysgarbagefire​ who helps me edit/plot/pats my head while I’m crying in their inbox bc the words aren’t wording right. 

Warnings: Steve and Robin are canon (S3) drugged. I took a slightly (kinda sorta) more realistic approach. Vomit mention, canon threat of violence/guns (the Russian guards) Mention of pantsing/past bullying, Steve and Robin’s drugged asses not understanding personal space, Dustin’s canon...Im gonna go with assholishness? but like, I think its more than he’s a young kid and doesn't quite have the emotional growth/awareness yet in this kind of insane situation to know how to react to the whole address/torture bit (really who does)/its a defense mechanism--and Gareth sort of has a panic attack. 

Whatever the hell they had been drugged with, Steve and Robin went from 'giggly happy fun time' to 'vomiting into toilet bowls while loudly wishing for death’ awfully fast. 

Gareth was not an expert on drugs. He knew Eddie wasn't either (the guy never dealt anything stronger than your average psychedelic--had some agreement with his Uncle about only selling "the 70s basics") and repeated looks towards him proved Eddie was still trying to figure out what Steve and Robin were on. 

Answers hadn't exactly been forthcoming--Eddie's gently made attempts at ferreting out information had only caused more confusion.

Like why the two of them were so freaked out about a gate, or what had made Robin gasp, and then laugh so hard she cried when Steve had made a particularly rough noise then muttered; "Even that sounds better than Tammy Thompson." 

Either way, Gareth was mostly trying to figure out what the hell they were going to do, because sobering up in a busy, public mall wasn't exactly the best idea. 

"I regret," Robin tried to say, in-between gagging. "I regret--hrk--" 

"Me too." Steve moaned, head resting against the stall wall. Gareth, still caught up in panic, had been permanently regulated to door guard while Eddie alternated between sweet talking, rubbing backs and offering quietly whispered advice. 

"Let's go back in time and ignore the whole silver cat thing." Robin continued, slumping back down onto the floor. 

"Wouldn't have mattered." Steve muttered. "Dustin would have figured it out without us. Kid’s too damn smart." 

"So?" Robin grumbled, quietly thanking Eddie as he once again brushed her hair out of her face. 

"So he would have gone down there anyway, which means I'd be down there anyway." Steve concluded. "We shouldn't have gotten you involved though." 

He shakily pushed himself up, staggering to his feet and looking like bambi on ice while doing it. 

Eddie quickly came round to offer his help, hands spread as Steve groaned out a curse and clutched his head.  

The older took a step forward right as Steve lurched back, unbalanced and shaky. 

 "Oh shit." He said, eyes wide as he crashed backwards into Eddie, the latter catching him with a grunt. 

Despite the entire situation, Gareth found himself stifling a laugh as Eddie wrapped his noodle arms around Steve's chest, trying to hold the other up without falling himself. 

"Come on big boy, why don't we just siiiit back down." Eddie said, slightly breathless as he helped guide Steve back to the floor. "There we go…"

They did so outside the bathroom stall, Eddie sinking into a kneel as Steve sort of flopped down on top of him. 

Blinked a few times, like the drop had rattled what little sense he’d managed to recover in the last few minutes. 

A pleased noise came out of his cousin's throat, and holy shit was Gareth going to have blackmail for life, because rather than vacate Eddie's lap, Steve just turned around in it. 

Reached up with one finger outstretched and proved himself to be very much still under the influence as he touched Eddie's nose.

"Boop!" He said, and then giggled as Eddie dropped onto his ass in surprise. 

Gareth watched Robin as she took the whole thing in, from Steve's snickers to Eddie's shocked expression, eyes growing wide in excitement. 

He failed entirely to cover his own amusement when Eddie abruptly found himself with two sailors invading his personal space, each taking turns to boop his nose. 

“Uh.” He managed to get out, blinking rapidly and at a loss for words. “Ah.” 

Steve caught the metalhead’s awkward, red-faced expression and proceeded to drop his head to Eddie's shoulder, muffling his laughter against the man's vest. 

The helpless look his best friend sent him was one Gareth would remember for a long time. 

“O-kay.” Eddie said, frazzled, as Steve recovered far too quickly, turning to rest his cheek against a slim shoulder as he walked two fingers up Eddie’s battle vest and towards his hair. Likewise, Robin had discovered Eddie’s wallet chain, and had begun fiddling with it. 

One finger curled around a strand of brown hair and Eddie jerked his head, removing the tempting piece away from Steve’s hands. 

“I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, your highness.” He said, his own hand smacking against his waist before Robin figured out the other end of his chain ended in a handcuff, “But you of all people should know the hair is off limits.” 

Completely undeterred, Steve just gave him a loose, easy grin. “It’s so pretty though.” He complained, fluttering his eyelashes in a blatant attempt to try and turn on the ol’ Harrington charm.  “You can touch mine if you want.” 

Yeah, Gareth’s blackmail was getting better by the second. 

He might even get a new piece for his drum kit out of it, if this kept up. 

Free weed too, considering Eddie’s blush was now fire-engine red. 

“Man,” Eddie said in a clear bid to deflect the entire situation (and Steve’s fingers) away from his hair, “the last time someone called me pretty was right before I got pantsed—-is Tommy H hiding in one of the stalls again?” 

Steve picked his head up, confusion crashing down his face. 

“Did he do that?” He asked. 

Then, with growing horror; “Do you think I’d do that?” 

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that your whole little court’s M.O.?” 

Steve sucked in a breath, looking downright hurt. "I wouldn’t do that." He insisted, eyes wheeling from Eddie to Gareth and back, as though hoping Gareth would back him up. 

“I’m not--I’m not friends with Tommy anymore.” Steve continued, voice growing smaller as he spoke. “I’m not friends with anybody anymore, except maybe Dustin.” 

It sounded so defeated; trodden on and subdued that Gareth stepped forward automatically, to do--something. 

Provide the fucking comfort his cousin was oft denied and hug the guy. 

As always, it turned out to be the wrong move. 

"Oh thank god." A kid said, seconds after bulldozing through the main door and nearly bowling Gareth over in the process. "I found them!" He shouted over his shoulder as swept into the room. 

“Speak of the devil.” Steve said flatly, and even drugged, he managed to pull himself back together from distressed to stoic in mere seconds. 

The curly-haired kid--Dustin apparently--stormed right up to the pile of humans splayed on the floor, hands on his hips. "What the hell. We told you two to stay put!" 

Steve rolled his eyes as Robin booed him. 

“Have you forgotten what’s happening? Or how we’re kinda in a Red Dawn situation?” Dustin continued, looking like he’d just escaped from a summer camp. 

The kid even had a walkie talkie clutched in one hand, of all things. 

“We know.” Steve and Robin deadpanned at once, before looking at each other; Steve pointing a finger towards Robin and Robin pointing one back. 

This caused the kids to trade their own long suffering, “can you believe this shit” faces. 

"We need to go, and the only way we’re gonna get out of here unnoticed is if we blend in with the crowd." Dustin said impatiently.  “Now come on Steve, get up already, you've had worse.”

"I really don't think I have." Steve muttered, but moved to push himself to his feet anyway. 

Eddie beat him to it, and he and Gareth both hovered nearby in case Steve was still unsteady. 

Thankfully, the kids' presence seemed to sober up Robin and Steve both. 

Not actually sober, that wasn't how drugs worked, but whatever was left of the fun was sucked right out of the bathroom, replaced by two teenagers who were sort of functional on whatever they'd been drugged with. 

Stress and adrenaline, Gareth knew, could overcome a lot of things. Including Russian "truth serum" apparently. 

“Yeah well you're lucky you got found by these guys and not anyone else. " Dustin continued pointedly, before turning his attention towards Gareth and Eddie both. "Thanks for watching our friends, but we've got them from here." 

Gareth made a sort of unhinged, disbelieving noise. 

 “No, no you do not.” He declared, anxiety clawing at his gut at the mere thought of abandoning Steve to two children. 

"I don't think you heard him." The girl stepped forward, braids swinging about her face as she lifted her chin and nailed him with a cold glare. 

 As if this entire situation couldn’t possibly get weirder, Gareth suddenly realized she had a helmet in her hands and knee pads on.

 "He said we got this. So scram." She flicked her fingers out in a dismissive sort of "shoo" gesture.

"And leave my drugged cousin with his new girlfriend behind!?" Gareth challenged right back, emotions far too raw and frayed to care he was snarling at a little girl. "I don’t think so!”

"Cousin!?" Dustin bit out, sounding almost betrayed for some reason, at the same time Robin who'd been climbing to her feet with Eddie’s help, shouted; "I am not his girlfriend!" 

Steve, clearly unwilling to entertain whatever fight was brewing, clapped his hands together. 

"Yes cousin, Dustin. It's a type of family member." Steve said, after they all flinched and looked to him. He at least looked steadier on his feet this time, though Gareth still lingered nearby in case he took a wrong step. 

"I know what a cousin is, Steve!" Dustin shot back. 

“Then why are you acting like a lunatic?” Steve complained, and Gareth got to watch in real time as Steve pulled on the persona he often wore in high school down around him. “You said it yourself, we don’t have a lot of time. Worse, I don't know if anyone saw Gareth and Munson here with us.” 

He jerked a thumb sideways in Eddie’s direction, not that anyone couldn’t figure out who “Munson” was. 

“They stay with us until we’re out of this mall.” Steve finished, before he started towards the door.

One step he was Gareth’s cousin, drugged and vulnerable because of it. 

The next he stood taller, talked smoother, took charge with an aurora that said he expected everyone to listen to him. 

It was fake as hell, but it worked. 

“I know you’ve got a plan Dustin, so spill it.” He commanded as he walked.  

 Dustin, despite all the squawking, did just that. 

xXx 

Of all the things Gareth had expected to see upon escorting their little ragtag crew out of the bathroom, groups of intimidating, mean looking assholes wasn’t on the list. 

He found himself repeatedly nudging Eddie in the ribs, unable to take his eyes off what was clearly a checkpoint as he staggered to a halt. 

It was one thing to be told people were after Steve and the “Scoop’s Troop” As Robin had jokingly named them. 

It was another entirely to see the security guard directly in front of him look over a woman’s ID before apologizing to her, a sleazy grin matching his oily pony-tail as he waved her on. 

They really were looking for someone. 

Not someone, Gareth realized in dawning horror.

Them. 

Robin apparently, came to the same conclusion seconds later, because she snatched Steve and Dustin’s arms both, hauling them backwards. 

“Argue about Dustin’s address later, we need to find a different way out.” She hissed quietly as she tried to slowly reversed direction, movements still a bit sloppy. 

She might have even gotten away with it, had Sleazy Pony-Tail not turned and made eye contact with Gareth right after she spoke. 

His eyes swept over him, then to the rest of the group, freezing like a cat that had spotted its prey.

“Abort, abort!” Dustin sputtered, wheeling about on his heel. 

Erica, whose name Gareth had learned when she kicked him in the shin after he asked why an actual infant was running around with Steve and Robin, pointed towards the escalators before she beelined over to it, ducking into the center and riding it down like a slide. 

Something Eddied was downright delighted to copy. 

Gareth might have enjoyed it himself, had he not been looking over his shoulder to see not one, not two, but four security guards giving chase--and gaining. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckikity fuck.” He heard Robin chant as she shot past, Steve planting himself at the top as he made sure everyone got down to the next level before sliding down himself. 

"Do not let them leave!" One of the guards yelled to the others, accent clear as a bell. 

"Holy shit that guy's actually Russian." Gareth found himself saying as he skidded across the floor and bolted after the others, Steve hot on his heels. 

He had kinda expected the Russian thing to be some sort of drug influenced inside joke and not an actual, honest-to-God Soviet. 

Which led to the question of why the fuck adult men in security uniforms had drugged random teenage retail workers.

Food workers.

Whatever the fuck one called a two people who scooped ice-cream in sailor costumes. 

"There's another group up ahead!" Eddie yelped, swerving sideways and nearly taking Erica out while doing it. 

Noise erupted ahead of them in the form of foreign shouting and loud, harshly barked commands to “Freeze!”  

‘Oh hell no.’ Gareth thought wildly, as he caught the form of the giant fricken gun the guard closest to him held. 

“Split up!” Dustin howled, and before anyone could comment about how bad an idea that was, Gareth found himself being yanked sideways. 

Steve swore loudly behind him as Robin, who’d crashed backwards, pulled him in the opposite direction and in a second their group broke in two. Gareth, Eddie and Dustin going one way, Steve, Robin and Erica another. 

"This isn’t happening." Gareth muttered, words made in a sort of pleading denial as he and Eddie turned the corner and immediately vaulted over the counter of an Orange Julius. “I smoked or drank or did something and this is a hallucination that is not. Actually. Happening.” 

Dustin at least, was smart enough to dive around the counter instead of over it, sliding towards them on his knees. 

Eddie quickly yanked him down to the floor in-between himself and Gareth once he was close enough to grab, one hand going over the hat to shove the kids head down. 

Annoying or not, he was at least several years younger than them, and Gareth could practically feel Eddie’s protective instinct kick in as he kept his hand on Dustin’s head. 

Together they tried to silence their breathing as the guards’ shouting continued on behind them. 

What was worse than their noises though, was when they unexpectedly and suddenly, went silent. 

Gareth’s breath felt far too loud as the stillness gained a suppressive weight, pressing down harshly against him and making it harder and harder to inhale. 

‘Panic attack.’ He realized, thoughts a touch detached. ‘You can’t afford to have a panic attack right now.’ 

Not when it had a high chance of getting them all killed. 

Slowly he moved his own free hand, placing it atop of Eddie’s, fingers gripping down in a way that was no doubt painful. 

Eddie glanced over to him and Gareth thanked every single time he’d smoked way too much weed, because his best friend immediately clocked what was wrong. 

Turned his hand over, so that Gareth could hold onto it atop Dustin’s hat. 

It didn’t help with the knowledge that his very much still drugged cousin and his equally drugged not-girlfriend were also hiding somewhere, or that there was significantly more Russians than there where terrified teenagers (and one--whatever age Erica was.)  

Flashlights cut shapes into the wall overheard, trailing along the Orange Julius menu. Quiet voices covered even quieter footsteps and Gareth had the sudden realization the probability of there being more than one guard carrying a huge gun, was very, very high. 

Worse?

This part of the mall wasn’t that big. There were only so many places to hide, and as such, only so many places to look. 

Death comes for everyone eventually, but Gareth hadn’t exactly expected it to show up before he hit twenty.

Not that they could do anything but wait. Pray to God and the universe and any other higher power he could think of to intervene, head pressed hard against the wood behind him as the small noises drew nearer.

What he hadn’t expected was for said prayers to get answered in the form of a of a fucking car being thrown into the Russian’s like bowling balls. 

“Run!” Dustin shouted, and Gareth wasted absolutely no time in doing just that. 

The only goal on his mind was to find Steve, get out, and then have a very long discussion about what the hell this all was, in that exact order. 

[mellohd]

EMH Marble Hornets AU!!

ok i know im not creative when it comes to aus but i thought itd be interesting to tell the story of MH through EMH’s story? IF YOU GUYS HAVE THOUGHTS OR QUESTIONS PLS LEAVE SOME IN MY INBOX!!! :-]( or even questions for the MH!EMH characters heh)1

Basically its just marble hornets told through EMH, for example instead of “tapes i found” story telling theyd open a youtube channel for tips and tricks on making your own movie while they make their own called Marble Hornets! EMH/MLA spoilersish up ahead

Heres the character correspondences:

Alex-> Jeff

Jay-> Vinnie

Tim-> Evan

Brian-> Michael!MLA

Jess-> Alex!EMH

Amy ->Jeffs GF(so sorry i forgot her name 😭)

“Masky”->Habit(which makes sense depending on the theories you go with for either series)

“Hoody”->Patrick (same as the last one)

Characters in cant figure out an association with:

Steph, Jess(Evans bestfriend) Shaun So they might just not have a place in this story idk

Since Mlanderson and EMH are in the same universe i thought id make Brian the Michael/Patrick of this story, except more involved. Instead of their being a shaun i think id like Brian to just go to MH crew, if ykwim. I did this cause the only other character i thought could fit Brian was Alex!EMH and I didnt like that.

My take on Masky is that hes just a more aware Tim, not a separate being (tho i do like to think of it that way for fun sometimes ha ha). Masky in my mind was in a battle against the operators control and was ultimately trying to help Jay. I think Masky would br Habit in this series cause of the theory that Habit is one of the first few iterations of Evan, thats why theyre similar and so compatible etc if you know the theory you know. That does mean that Tim isnt gonna act all ha ity, just more erratic i think, i havent gone tooooooo far into a characterization(or even a name) for Emh!MH Habit yet

“Hoody” I see as just brian and he was just disguising himself. in this au “Hoody” would be patrick. Let me explain,

Frim what i gathetef through my second watch of EMH and, my first of MLA , patrick is just Michael but remembers every single iteration, hes a similar being to Habit, thats why he has powers ig? Look i havent gotten too far into theories fir MLA the fandom is so dead i never see any 😭😭. I dont want to get to far into theories on other series anyways cause rhis is about my AU so ANYYYYWAYS i think brian would fit that its just brians story doesnt fit entirely with Michael, actually Tim would probably fit more now that i think about it. Oh god now im thinking of switching them again uhm wtv

I think the rest of the correspondences make sense if you think about it a bit. Jay as Vinnie makes sense to me because of boths compulsive need for answers even though its destructive to those around them. Jay wouldnt be as much as a villain in this like vinnie is (or maybe i havent decided muahaha). I also thought they fit cause they both do that weird thing where they constatly have to document everything.

I thought tim eould fit Evan just cause of the whole habit arc.

Alex as Jeff was more of a fill a role thing that eventually made sense to me. I did think of making him Evan and Tim Jeff, and im still thinking of doing this, but i thought the whole finding the gf arc would fit alex more. Alex would still be one of the villains i think. Like i said this would be marble hornets told through EMH lol. I might even switch it up and assign a habit type role to Alex instead and there be two patrick characters who knows!

As you can tell im still thinking this through so maybe mext post i make about this will be more solid. if youre interested to talk about this kore with me(obv my inbox) or i have a slenderverse discord i made with my friend heh tik tok smug emoji. come join if youre looking for more slenderverse friends(and if youre interested in darkharvest and mla especially cause i need more people to talk about that to 😭😭)

[etoilesbienne]

out of curiosity, what are the common qEtoiles mischaracterizations, and the accurate characterizations you wished people used more? Sincerely, an English speaking fan who is re-learning French!

honestly i kind of consider it a mischaracterization when people like... make etoiles into this team leader who always knows what to do and move things forward. or like that he has a bad attitude to like... match his fighting skills. or like the dark knight brooding warrior. he says he is these things. these are lies. he lies about himself constantly. i wouldnt trust a good 2/3 of the things he says about himself to be true. you read him clearer through his actions than his statements.

in my opinion etoiles is more like. sturdy second in command. he's not there to lead, he's there to fill in the holes where they pop up. he's there as cover. he's quick witted in shortchange scenarios, but that is so not the same thing as a genuine strategist. in another expression, if someone is a leader, the leader is a doctor, etoiles's role is more like... the EMS team in an ambulance. He's not there to fix your problem, he's there to keep your problem covered until you can get someone else to fully fix it. but that doesn't mean his role is any less important when he's needed.

Etoiles is also, like, so very much a team player if he respects and trusts a person. And it is so easy to have his respect and trust. His trust starts at 100% for everyone. he's also so very very very good at reading people (gesture to the bbh clip where bbh moves his mouse slightly downward and etoiles calls him out on being depressed). He read Mousey as enjoying dungeons and pvp way more and wanting to hang out with her. He's also one of the only people who like continuously runs in the girlies group and makes all of them pvp with him and they all love it so he keeps coming back to pvp with them. Thats how he started his whole thing with Tina and pvping with her constantly. Reading other people also, he loves finding other pvpers so he attacks roier constantly now bc he knows roier can pvp.

What else OH Etoiles loves whining (and this is because Rayou loves whining) that dude will just complain constantly. You haven't seen an etoiles stream if youve never seen him whine. Can't say I'm not kind of endeared by it. With this too he loves over explaining things (RIP armor powerpoint wish you couldve been given...) because he wants to help everyone....

OH and he's very over exaggerated too in replying to people in a complaining way and a self deprecating way and also likes to try to push the envelope with people and he does all of that to try and get a laugh out of others. like he's well aware people find him going "Oh so you don't give a shit about me and want me to die ? you want etoiles to die ?" fucking hilarious and also loves complaining in the first place thats why he does that. if your etoiles isn't complaining and whining then it isn't etoiles. the self deprecating thing is... its interesting bc he does have full faith in his abilities but will never say it out loud unless its trying to reassure someone who is worried. pushing the envelope is so specific he won't do it too much and its like........... from what ive seen (correct me if im wrong) heavily directed at non francophones where if they laugh at something wack he's done he'll try to do it again to make them laugh more. shoutout to the time he made bbh laugh so much when he cursed he didn't get languaged by bbh so he kept cursing to try to make bbh do it again. the dudes a total people pleaser.

smaller thing ive talked about extensively already (u can prob find it in my q!etoiles tag if i remember i'll edit a link to the posts in here soon lol) etoiles hates losing he looooooves winning he's very intense about it lol. its cute!

on a final note even if you don't become deeply unwell about etoiles like i am i think this highlight clip video has like everything he's like condensed into like 11 minutes. You should watch it. It's a good starting point.

[foreingersgod]

Is it Casual now? . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you thought you and caitlin were endgame, but now things are starting to feel a bit different

A/N: will be shifting the “ending” of the song so that we can all enjoy a happy ending lol

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

“YN come on we’ve had these plans set for weeks now” your roommate complained from her spot on your couch.

life had been so hectic recently and you barely had anytime to hang out with your girls. so when you heard caitlin was going to be out of town for the week and you had work off, you thought to set plans with your roommates to have a movie night and dinner at your place.

“seriously, you’re just gonna ditch us off?” another one of your roommates chimed, slightly irritated. you were scrambling around your apartment, throwing things into your overnight bag for when you arrived at caitlin’s place. “caitlin shoots you one quick text that she’s back in town earlier than expected and you’re immediately at her beck and call?”

you rolled your eyes. you knew what they thought of caitlin, that she was a player and only wanted you for one thing. but to you, it felt different, like she genuinely wanted you there at her side

I've heard so many rumors

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

“she just wants you for a quick fuck, YN”

you’ve heard it all before. and you were very aware of how bad it looked from the outside. caitlin would only reach out late at night, never took you out, never bought you gifts, or offered to come over to your place. no wonder everyone thought you were just a booty call, every possible flag was blazing red.

and you often had your fair share of skepticism when caitlin called you up at 2 am with a “sorry i hadn’t called all week, you down to come over?”. but you always felt so worshipped when you were with her, completely blinded by the attention and false promises.

I thought you thought of me better

Someone you couldn't lose

she fucking stood you up. again.

you were sat at a bar, swirling the contents of your lip stick stained class. the classy black dress you wore suddenly felt suffocating and your eyes welled with tears. you couldn’t stop staring at the blaring 9:30 on your phone, thinking back to your conversation with cait the night before.

cait <3 : yea baby i can do 8:30, how does that bar down town sound?

you : that sounds really nice, see you then :)

it was your fault really, you kept hoping she would change. that maybe one of these dates would actually mean something to her, but after sitting in a bar alone waiting for an hour for her arrival, you were starting to lose your optimism.

sick of waiting, you paid your tab and left, not even thinking of texting caitlin back.

You said, "We're not together"

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

“i missed you last weekend, cait” you muttered, pushing her face away from the crook of your neck, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

she had sent yet another text to you a few hours ago, asking if she could makeup for standing you up. of course, you gave in immediately.

she had sweet talked you so nicely when you arrived at her apartment. whispering in your ear, leaving trails of kisses down you neck and abdomen, taking your clothes off so gently. but the thought of her possibly abandoning you again lingered in the back of your mind.

“i know, i already said im sorry,” she attempted to seduce you with a kiss to the cheek “am i not showing it well enough?” now a kiss to the jawline.

she knew what she was doing, trying to act all innocent with flattery and kisses. if you weren’t so sick of the back and forth between the two of you, you would have let it convince you.

“cait, please. i want to talk about this”

“what is there to talk about?” her voice, once inviting was now laced with anger and irritation.

“don’t get defensive with me” you sat up, pushing her off your vulnerable body “i’m just trying to tell you that what you’re doing is hurting my feelings”

she looked at you expressionless, fingers rubbing at her temples.

“i want to spend time with you and it hurts when you ignore me and stand me up and-”

“yea, well we’re not together so…” she cut you off sharply.

it felt like a punch to the gut, hearing her say that. yea it was true, you weren’t together, but you don’t just act like the person you’re fucking isn’t worth anything to you.

“wow” you didn’t even know what to say. your eyes stung and you chest heaved with humiliation. did she truly think this wasn’t “together”?

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

“YN i really don’t know what you want me to say…i thought we both agreed that this was a casual thing?” she tried to tell you as you angrily picked up your discarded clothes from her bedroom floor.

“i don’t care what we SAID, caitlin” you stopped, buttoning up your shirt, looking her in the eyes “it’s what we keep DOING.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know we said this was just a casual thing, but- but things started to change. we…ugh i don’t even know how to say it, but it just feels so different when we’re together. more than a casual hookup.”

she’s looking at you confused, pleading for an explanation.

“like when we hooked up that time after Iowa’s big game, you were knee deep in the passenger seat and eating me out? is that casual?”

she scoffed and rolled her eyes, but you egged on.

“or when your mom invited me to her house on Long Beach last summer? what about that, is that causal now?” your face felt hot as you raised your voice to her. you had surprised your self with these accusations.

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, caitlin, and now I hate myself”

all she did was stare, studying the features of your face. every crinkle in your nose, the way your lips quivered with anger, and every twitch of your right eyebrow was now forever embedded in her mind. she knew you were right, deep down, knew that she had fucked up so bad and that you only hated yourself because of her. she knew that her inability to commit had caused you pain and her avoidance issues had gotten out of hand.

“i’m sorry” she admitted, “i’m so fucking sorry that it hurts”

“caitlin, why? am i truly just a quick fuck to you?”

your question nearly knocked the wind out of her. she stood off the bed and meandered over to where you stood at the door, your pants still undone and your items thrown haphazardly into your overnight bag.

“no,” she breathed “you’re so much more than that”

it’s like you couldn’t speak, unable to do much else other than stare at her quizzically.

“i know i’ve treated you like shit. that i’ve fucked up far beyond fixing”

“so why don’t you show it? why sit here and tell me that it’s ok to ignore me and stand me up because we’re just ‘not together’? i don’t get it cait”

her hands ran over her face in frustration, she hated the confrontation. having to tell you all of this was sending her into a spiral. things were fine before tonight, she was able to do want she wanted and ignore all her feelings. and it all came crashing down the second she had gotten you into her bed, instantly faced with reality. tonight was it. she needed to be honest with you.

“i didn’t think i could love someone as much as i love you” she blurted out, which was followed by a deafening scoff from you.

“i’m serious,” she retorted “obviously i haven’t shown that, i’ve done nothing but be cruel to you. but the moment i met you, i knew you would have some sort of hold on me. and it scared me, YN”

you tried to interrupt, to take another stab at her childish behavior, but she kept going.

“i was so scared that i’d lose you, that you’d see through me and all my issues and eventually realize that i’m not worth having a real relationship with. so i tried to keep my distance from you, tried not to see you so it didn’t absolutely tear my heart apart, but i couldn’t help myself. i needed to have you, just a little bit, so i what it felt like to be loved by you. i just couldn’t risk ruining you, taking away a genuine life that you truly deserve all because i’m fucked up and avoid everything. and hooking up with you, to be completely transparent, has only made it worse because…because now i’ve seen what i actually lost”

“you,” there weren’t any words to express how you felt right now “you don’t need to avoid me, cait, you won’t ruin me. i know what i want in a relationship. it’s you, i want you”

“i’m just scared you’ll finally see past this whole thing and see that you don’t actually want me like that”

“i know you. i know that past this,” you waved your hands, gesturing between the two of you “there’s a different caitlin clark. one who doesn’t undermine herself and recognizes that she’s deserves real love just like how i deserve it. one that can address her commitment issues before they get out of hand like this did. one that won’t stand me up, that won’t shoot me down because she has ‘practice’. i know that the real you is perfectly capable of change.”

“i’m scared.” was all she managed “but i want to do better for you, i don’t think i can be without you, please let me fix this”

it came out as a desperate whisper, almost incomprehensible, but you heard her loud and clear.

“it’s going to take some time…but i’m willing to work on this.”

“i swear to god, YN, i’m going to be so much better. i’m done with the hookups and the late night texts. i just want you. all of you”

your hand found her cheek, pulling her towards you gently to place an intimate kiss on her lips.

“i believe you”

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 1.7k words — @ellearts — masterlist

Jack’s stream had been going for about an hour — the viewers unable to see the state of Jack's grown out buzz cut — and as usual, it was pure calmness. He was wandering around his Animal Crossing island, fixing up little details, chatting with his viewers, and occasionally getting distracted by his villagers.

“This guy— Oh my god, chat, this guy right here,” Jack said, stopping in front of one of his villagers’ houses. “This is the one I was talking about.” The camera panned to a grumpy-looking eagle with a red face and furrowed brows sporting an obviously unimpressed expression. “Chat, you guys can't tell me tell me this doesn’t look exactly like Liam.”

His chat instantly erupted:

“NOOOO NOT LIAM LMAO.”

“WHY DOES THIS ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE HIM???”

"nah ob u wrong asl for that 😭😭"

“You’re so dead when he sees this...”

Jack chuckled, shaking his head as if anyone could see him. “I mean, come on! He’s got the same constant ‘I’m done with you’ expression, the attitude, the whole ‘cool but secretly super cute’ thing going on. It’s uncanny.”

He barely had time to read chat’s reactions before his phone started buzzing. His stomach dropped when he saw the caller ID.

“Oh, no,” he muttered, eyes going wide. “Uh. Hang on, chat.” He muted his mic and answered, keeping his voice casual. “Hey, Li.”

“You cunt,” Liam’s voice came through the speaker, half-scolding, half-laughing. “Are you serious? That’s who you think I look like?”

Jack bit his lip, trying not to smile. “I mean… a little?”

“A little?” Liam scoffed. “Mate, she looks angry all the time. Do I look angry all the time?”

Jack snorted. “LiLi, please be honest with yourself.”

Liam groaned dramatically. “Unbelievable. I thought we had something special.”

Jack was grinning now, his nerves fading as he leaned back in his chair. “We do! That’s why I picked a cool villager. She’s my favourite. Plus, she's tough and kind of intimidating but secretly nice. Like you.”

Liam went quiet for a second, and Jack wondered if he’d pushed his luck. But then Liam sighed, his voice softer when he spoke again.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, then, after a short pause, added, “It’s okay. I love you anyway.”

Jack’s breath hitched. His grip tightened around his phone as his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel his entire face heating up, and he was suddenly very aware that chat was still waiting.

“I— uh—” He swallowed hard, scrambling for words. “I gotta get back to stream.”

Liam chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Go tell your chat I’m not actually that grumpy.”

“No promises,” Jack muttered, hanging up before Liam could say anything else.

He muted and quicky unmuted his mic, realizing that he hadn't actually gone on mute in the first place and immediately, chat was going insane.

“DID HE JUST SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’????”

“OB AND KIWI??? HELLO????”

“HE LOVES YOU ANYWAY??? BOYFRIENDS CONFIRMED.”

"WHY ARE YOU GUYS IGNORING OB CALLING HIM LILI IM CRYING."

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I— chat, we’re not talking about that.”

Which, of course, only made them talk about it more. And if Jack spent the rest of the stream avoiding the subject completely, well… no one could blame him.

The moment Jack ended the stream, he didn’t even bother shutting everything down properly. His hands were shaking as he grabbed his phone — he really needed to get back on his anxiety meds — scrolling through his recent messages until he found Liam’s name. He hesitated for half a second before hitting the call button, pressing the phone to his ear as his heart pounded.

Liam picked up almost immediately. “Took you long enough.”

Jack let out a shaky laugh. “I— Liam, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?” Liam replied innocently, though Jack could hear the smirk in his voice. “Me scolding you for comparing me to a permanently pissed-off eagle? Or the part where I told you I love you?”

Jack inhaled sharply. His entire body felt warm, and his brain was scrambling to keep up. “Yeah. Uhm, That part. I mean like I guess friends tell eachother they love them like— like me and Lance do that it's just... you... you've never—”

There was a pause before Liam spoke again, quieter this time. “Did it freak you out?”

Jack shook his head quickly, even though Liam couldn’t see him. Of course Liam couldn't see him, he never had. “No. Just… surprised me.”

Liam hummed on the other end of the line, the sound low and thoughtful. “Yeah? Surprised you how?”

Jack exhaled slowly, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know how to explain it — how his heart had practically jumped out of his chest when Liam had said that so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like Jack wasn’t going to be replaying it in his head for the next month.

“I dunno,” Jack admitted, gripping the edge of his desk. “I just… I guess I didn’t think you were the type to say that.”

“To say what? That I love you?” Liam asked, and Jack swore he could hear the smirk in his voice.

Jack groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Li.”

“What?” Liam laughed, the teasing lilt in his tone making Jack’s stomach flip. “It’s a perfectly normal thing to say. You just said you and Lance do it.”

“Yeah, but—” Jack hesitated, trying to find the words. “It’s different with you.”

The silence that followed made Jack wish he could shove the words back into his mouth. His face burned, and his heartbeat felt deafening in his ears.

Liam was the first to break it. “Different how?”

Jack swallowed hard. “I... Nevermind, I don’t know.”

That wasn’t true. He did know. It was the way Liam’s voice always lingered in his mind, the way he caught himself checking his phone more often just to see if Liam had messaged. It was how, on the nights they stayed up too late talking about nothing and everything, Jack found himself wishing he could actually see him, feel him, be with him — just once.

But none of that was something he could say out loud.

Liam didn’t push. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said after a moment, his voice light but softer than before. “Or I’ll just assume you’re flustered.”

Jack scoffed. “I’m not flustered.”

“Sure, mate,” Liam said, clearly amused. “Anyway, you never answered my question.”

Jack frowned. “What question?”

“Did it freak you out?”

Jack hesitated for half a second before answering. “No.”

“Good,” Liam said simply.

That was it. No teasing remark, no attempt to pry. Just good. Jack let the word settle in his chest, warm and steady.

Liam yawned on the other end, and Jack could hear the faint rustling of blankets. “I should let you go,” Liam mumbled. “You’ve had enough of me for one night.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Doubt that’s possible.”

There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. “Yeah?”

Jack bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly feeling way too exposed. “Shut up.”

Liam laughed, and Jack could hear the exhaustion in it. “Alright, alright. Night, Outback.”

“Night, Liam,” Jack murmured, listening for the soft click as Liam hung up.

Jack sat there for a long moment, staring at his screen, his fingers twitching like they wanted to call Liam back. Instead, he leaned forward, rubbing his hands over his face.

Different how?

Jack still didn’t have an answer. Or maybe he did, and he just wasn’t ready to admit it.

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Jack hadn’t meant to spiral.

It started innocently enough — just scrolling through Instagram while lying on his couch, aimlessly checking notifications. He wasn’t even paying full attention until he saw it:

hannahstjohn liked your comment.

Jack blinked at the name, his stomach twisting with a weird sense of familiarity. He vaguely recognized it — he was sure he’d seen it pop up in Liam’s likes before — but he’d never really thought about it, hundreds of people liked all of Liam's posts. She was different.

Curiosity got the best of him. He tapped on her profile, expecting — what? He wasn’t sure.

Her page was public. That made it worse.

The first few pictures were harmless — polished selfies, beach sunsets, aesthetic coffee shots. But the more Jack scrolled, the more uneasy he felt.

Because there he was. Liam.

In photo after photo, standing beside her with his arm slung casually around her shoulders, both of them grinning like they had the world figured out. As if they were eachother's world.

Jack’s stomach dropped.

One picture in particular made his fingers freeze. A sunlit, golden-hour shot of Liam kissing her cheek, her smile wide and radiant. The caption?

“Home.”

Jack’s chest felt tight. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing until he exhaled, forcing himself to keep scrolling, to find something — anything — that told him he was overreacting. He had to be, he hadn't even met Liam in person so he had to have been being overdramatic.

Maybe they were old photos. Maybe they weren’t even dating. Maybe Liam had just never thought to bring her up.

But then there was another post, barely a month old — a blurry mirror selfie of them tangled up together on a couch, Liam half-asleep against her shoulder.

Jack’s mouth went dry.

His phone suddenly felt too heavy in his hands, like it was pressing down on his chest. He locked the screen and tossed it onto the couch beside him, staring at the ceiling.

He wasn’t stupid. Liam had never said anything about being into guys. He had no reason to. Jack had never even asked.

But still. He thought about the late-night calls, the teasing, the easy way Liam said I love you anyway like it meant nothing.

And now, all Jack could think was: Of course it meant nothing.

His chest ached in a way he didn’t quite know how to name. In a way it hadn't ached in years and he hoped it never did again.

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Ways to fight for Trans Rights:

❌ Reporting a hate crime. Holding actual transphobic people responsible. Warning others of potentially violent people in their area.

✅ Guilting an ACTUAL trans person from playing a video game by an author who already made bank on the series.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

Since this generated several responses, I'm going to include a compilation below.

Anon:

I hope y'all know not everyone is aware of all... that. Some buy the game cause they like the universe but dont follow all that is happening on social media. Some of them are not british/english speaking prople and just... don't know. You can either try to, politely, make them aware of what is happening, but if they already purchased it, no need to be agressive. I do not condone jkr, i do not play/entertain anything related to her anymore; but i still have my scarf or books or movies. Does that make me a bad person? Lets take a seat back from HP I am able to understand what is problematic in media/art; i enjoy HOTD and GOT, am i a bad person because i like the serie despite how problematic it is? No. If you refuse to talk to people buying anything HP related, then block them. Don't call someone a bad person without knowing them. Your opinion means nothing.

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Anon:

1. You can enjoy a piece of media without agreeing with the author/artist/developer etc. 2. Way to make Trans people seem like a hive mind. "You can't play this game, even if your trans. Virtue signaler." How about let people play the media they decide to play and decide for themselves it's controversial or not. Like, do you expect people to just follow your cause blindly? 3. THERE IS A TRANS CHARACTER IN THE GAME.

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Anon:

I get this may have been submitted prior to the Oct 7th attacks, and the dramatic rise in antisemitic attacks everywhere, so I won't go off like I wanted to. But to just get to my point, as a Jew, we kinda have bigger problems right now. I'm barely concerned with HP fans.

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Anon:

Here we go with the reading comprehension again. At least one person is the comments is going on about "buying" the game when OP never specified buying it. They just said "playing" the game. Huge difference. One monetarily supports the creators and such, the other doesn't.

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Anon:

This is WILD. The op makes a dozen assumptions, none of which may even be true. For starters the "you are not immune to propaganda" thing might be true in a sense, however OP is using it to imply people are all but guaranteed to fall for propaganda in media. And we all know that isn't true. A person who reads Hitler's shitty book (Mein Kampf) is not going to close it being a step closer to a Nazi sympathizer if they have basic information dissemination skills. A person who goes looking on Kiwifarms for information is not going to be radicalized if they have proper information dissemination skills. So OP is really telling on themselves here and saying the quiet part out loud: they have little or no ability to engage with questionable media without fearing they'll get affected by it in a negative way. They can't go plumbing like that. And they're saying others can't either, which just shows bad perspective. Their quote says the person was talking about playing a game. Playing it. The implications that come with "playing" a game are as follows: the person played it. That's it. If OP can't exercise one brain cell to understand that while yes, people have bought the game, playing it could easily mean they got it from a library or downloaded it illegally via torrent, that's on them. "You're a bad person" is beyond comedic given the above. Dare I say even if someone does buy the game, which I'm wholeheartedly against, saying someone is a "bad person" is still insane. Anyways, OP is basing practically their entire complaint on the premise of someone buying a game when that wasn't even what the quote says. Boo. Do not pass go.

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Anon:

Nooo, we're not bringing Scottish independence into your crusade against people who play a video game, leave my family out of this you keyboard warrior weirdo.

[lovinkiri]

Hi, I really like your work! Also your page is so prettyyyyyyy💛

Can I request some headcanons (sfw or not, I'll leave it up to you!) for Tokoyami, Sero and Monoma (separately) with a chubby rader.

It's okay if you don't want to write this, also, if you don't want to write for all of these characters.

Have a nice day!

Hands All Over You

Author's Thoughts: You have no idea how happy this made me. I've been gone for a bit but I'm pretty sure it's cause I don't feel as inspired. This made my day though, I literally gasped 💕 AND OMG YOU ARE MY FIRST MONOMA IM TOO EXCITED—

Warning: NSFW-ish (what we called a lime back in the day), Groping, Cussing, Etc.

Fumikage Tokoyami

All this man wants to do is hold you and snuggle, I swear!

He'll intertwine his fingers and rest his palms over your tummy, pull you on top of him with his hands on your hips.

He slides his hands over your skin, appreciating and making himself aware of every curve and dip.

Dark Shadow can often be found winding himself around your waist, nuzzling your plush figure.

When you guys make out, his hands are roaming.

While he's occupied with you, Dark Shadow's talking all sweet in your ear because I swear he has a dirty mouth, and I'll die on that hill

"C'mon, take it off for us. You will, won't you?"

And when they switch, Tokoyami loves to praise his darling

"So beautiful. I can't believe I have you all to myself. "

"Ahem!"

"... Sort of."

Hanta Sero

Like Tokoyami, he loves touching you, but this man cuddles and gropes you anywhere. And I do mean anywhere.

Grocery store, work, your parents' house, anywhere.

Whenever you guys hang out with your friends, his head is on his shoulder and he's hugging you from behind.

He prefers to have you on his lap too, and brushes away any concerns you may have of being "too heavy".

Just assures you that you aren't, and that feeling your weight on his lap is sexy ;)

They poke fun at his clinginess, but he just sticks his tongue out a grins.

"You're just mad I get to hold this cariño all the. Mantente enojado."

He loves seeing you dress up. One of the few men who love going shopping. Not only does he like clothes in general, but he wants to see you try on everything.

Buys whatever you like, doesn't matter.

"No te preocupes por eso. You're already doing enough, looking all pretty for me."

Don't be surprised when he wants to join you in the dressing room. I promise you won't regret letting him in though.

"Shhh. We don't want that nice lady outside to hear us, do we?"

Cariño = Honey

Mantente enojado = Stay mad/angry

No te preocupes por eso = Don't worry about that.

Neito Monoma

Neito can be pretty self-involved... Except for when it comes to you.

Because Neito thinks you're stunning, curves and all.

When he has a bad day, he's burying his face in your soft skin and holding you close again.

"Mm... You feel so soft against me, My Love..."

He loves your pretty thighs, loves laying his head on them, rubbing them as you lay in bed together.

Loves to see you in skirts and shorts. I'm telling you, the man is secretly pervert.

As soon as you walk in, he's looking you up and down with that sexy smirk.

Pulls you between his thighs and admires you.

"Such pretty hips..."

When you get intimate, he kisses all over your pretty body, praising you the whole time.

"Perfect. All of you, every inch of you, is perfect. Don't you ever forget."

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WE’RE BACK! with the museum ending 🦅

or more specifically, curator’s voice lines, because i’m too lazy to talk about the museum itself lmao

this is only part one of this rant, as the whole thing was too long to upload in one go (sorry haha)

i don’t know where to start with this except that i do because this is peak stanarrator but in a toxic billford way do you get me. picking up what im putting down huh huh 😝 so let’s start with what triggers the ending! the narrator isn’t really antagonistic here, but harm does come upon stanley by disobeying him, so we’ll call it reactionary (referring to my last rant, where i was talking about narry’s role in the game and whether or not he could be considered a villain/antagonist). you can get this ending by taking the escape passage when you’re about to enter the mind control facility, therefore, this would be the first time stanley/the player disobeys the narrator in that run. when stanley/the player enters the machine thingy, the narrator yaps for a while about how stanley never discovered what happened to his coworkers or anything (“he doesn't know the real story. tapped forever in his narrow vision of what this world is. perhaps his death was of no great loss, like plucking the eyeballs from a blind man” very rude). anyways, then the curator/female narrator steps in!! now, i keep up a tab of the dialogue from each ending as i’m writing these, and in the first few sentences of what curator says, we’ve already got some juicy shit. so let’s take a look! first thing i’d like to mention is, “and yet it would be just a few minutes before stanley would restart the game, back in his office, as alive as ever. what exactly did the narrator think he was going to accomplish?” WOW. wow!! immediately, so much to talk about here. so let’s take the first sentence there, which i believe to be a very clear reference to the game restarting over and over, as the stanley parable is made up of reruns, trying to get every ending. so we know curator is definitely aware of/remembers each run, and narrator has implied that he does too (countdown ending, narrator describes past runs where he tortures/kills stanley). so far, i don’t think we’ve seen any confirmations or implications in-game surrounding whether or not stanley remembers past runs, or at least i can’t think of any. the closest thing i can think of is probably when a few of narrator’s voice lines change in the countdown ending after you’ve played it a few times, ridiculing you for trying the ending over and over, trying to stop the inevitable. however, i believe narrator is speaking more to the player than stanley, as he does a few other times in the game (i talked about it a bit in my first rant, where i was contrasting the narrator being aware of the game and the player against the not stanley ending, but i digress). back to our curator quote, onto the second part, “what exactly did the narrator think he was going to accomplish?” i’m VERY excited about this part, because this is interesting to me! i find this interesting, mainly because there are just SO many ways to interpret this, especially considering the situation! firstly, you could see it as the curator referencing the narrator planning out endings, or having some kind of SCRIPT. huuuh huuuuh ⁉️ again, i talk a bit about this in my first rant, so i’m not going to dive *too* too deep into it here… but i do find the concept very intriguing. i think the narrator taking on that kind of role, one of full power in the game, would explain… everything, essentially. any kind of question you’d have about any of the endings would be easily answered with, “well, the narrator scripted it! he’s just messing with stanley/the player’s head, and it’s all for the psychological value!” while an interesting thing to think about, you have to consider this: it would mean the skip button ending (including the memory zone), not stanley ending and zending are all scripted. i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it now—i don’t think that’s true!!! i do believe those endings are genuine, on the narrator’s part… but moving on!

[puckpocketed]

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deepest and sincerest apologies if you came here because I was posting about one or more of your guys. this is a Sharks blog first and foremost. navigation, housekeeping, and tierlist below

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Sharks Hockey first always forever ! <3

keeping things light. no enemies only babygirls i havent met!

The most narratively satisfying things are tragedies and tragicomedies!!! All Things Through Her (The Bit)

players aren’t their orgs. If I say I like a team, this doesn’t mean I like every player, and vice versa!!

The narratives are lying to you!!! LOOK PAST THEM. THE HOCKEY TELLS THE TRUTH!!!!!

I love hockey SO much !! Love of the game comes before ANYTHING, including teams!!! Talk to me about strategy. Show me spinoramas and ankle breaking dekes and head fakes and set plays. Talk to me about face-offs and your favourite underrated blorbo.

no seriously please send me propaganda i love propaganda i am a hair trigger away from adopting new guys. i've done it mid-game and id do it again!!!!!!!!!!!

Team rivalries don’t matter to me. My girls are beating the hell out of each other? The beautiful gaeme ...

i’m here for a laff and it truly aint that serious <3

Do Not expect me to have any couth about the CBR Brave!! I keep things light with the NHL but all that doesn’t apply here — I WILL be spiteful and unhinged!! im sorry the sports nationalism got to me!!!

that being said: CALIFORNIA SWEEEP!

housekeeping

hey please dont be weird in the tags of my posts about teams/players i clearly like. yeah even That Team. i don't want to hear about how you hope someone "escapes" or how much you hate xyz player. make your own post.

this is a non-rpf blog. I might lean into the narratives but tbh I’m not into men and don’t get much out of romantic shipping. Nothing against it though! I think everyone should engage with hockey however they like as long as it does no harm to themselves or others. Ride that ship into the sunset my loves we are holding fins 👍

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5/08/2024 - NOTE live website links always precede archive links whether I label them or not. if there is no link 'pair' it means the wayback machine can't snapshot the link i put up. In the case of twitter/instagram and other such sites that require a logged in device to view certain pages i will do my best to grab the direct img link and archive that.

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[ x, x ] <- single source of media, will use for aesthetic purposes on gifsets and formal web weaving. same with: [ x || y // x || y ] <- "//" double slash denotes a new source, x is the live link, y is the archive link.

if a link or source is not immediately obvious I may have: 1) done an in-line link, click any underlined or bold-underlined text; 2) I might have missed it by mistake, please be patient and maybe shoot me a flag about it in my inbox/dms if you want !!! we are all human and I'm doing my best <3

I'm aware this is not the most fastidious archival practice! my goal isn't to be the arbiter of archival standards for sourcing. I don't know how long I'll love hockey or these teams, how long tumblr will be around, but going from here I'd just like this blog to be a place where fans years from now can come back to and not have to do as much digging as I did to source media.

[prettyrainsstuff]

hii!!<3

i hope im not really bothering you right now but can i request a ———

yandere reader x ranpo

knowing ranpo will figure it out that someone is stalking him but pretended to be dumb yet the reader or y/n really doesn't care about it knowing he was pretending to be stupid yet they still stalk him

But ranpo still gets weirded out someone stalks him but doesn't care

( he prob know where the reader live or he knows every info bout them)

(you can continue the rest sorry for the bad explanation)

HEYY!! I am SO sorry for taking SO long to write/answer this ask!! I’ve been currently stressing out with school and my up coming tests this week! So here you have it! Also again sorry that this might not have a lot of what you asked the fanfic to be..😓

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Ranpo x Yandere! Male reader

(Female aligned DNI)

Context: Reader(you), develops an obsession with Ranpo even though he is aware.

Warnings: Stalking, murder, blood, slight gore, possible grammar mistakes, NOT proofread.

A/N: Please know that I am not trying to romanticize stalking, this is COMPLETELY fiction.

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A couple years ago you had recently found out about this detective around your area, Yokohama. They called themselves “The Armed Detective Agency”.

you just thought it was some dumb Agency that just does regular old detective crap but as soon as you laid eyes on the photo of a particular person that went by “Ranpo Edogawa”,

You had immediately changed your mind about it.

Over time you started to get obsessed with this detective. Looking up more information about him, looking through news papers looking at recent crimes that he himself had solved.

And oh god..He. Was. Perfect.

You would sometimes see him when you went out to run some errands and would see him in the candy aisle looking for some sweets.

So he liked sweets, huh..? Add that to your notes!

You would find yourself making baskets of his favorite candies and then setting them outside of his apartment door.

Everyday you would search up more and more information about Ranpo.

You would try and track down Ranpo and where he would be. You would immediately get on the news and check for crimes that had happened during the day and would try and see if you could see him there.

Sometimes when you would see him out in the ordinary you would take a quick photo of him when he wasn’t looking.

And when he would spit out the gum he was chewing you would secretly take it and put it in your little shrine you had of him.

One day when he was talking to one of his co-workers, inside of this cafe.

The person that looked like who he was talking to had, medium dark hair and had a tie on. She looked like a doctor but you were only focused with your precious Ranpo.

Your thoughts were cut off by a man who had got up from his seat and decided to approach Ranpo.

“Hey—Uh-Your that Ranpo guy—From the Armed Detective Agency, right..?” The man stuttered nervously.

“Yup! Thats me!”. Ranpo said with that beautiful smile of his.

“I-I know this might sound weird but—Can I..Have your number..?” The man blushed.

“Uh oh, Ranpo…! Looks like you have a fan..!” Yosano said smiling teasingly at Ranpo.

“Uh..No thanks..Im actually quite busy with all my important detective work, If ya know what I mean.” Ranpo said as he looked to the side slightly.

“Oh—Uh..Thats okay..! Of—Of course.” The pathetic man walked out of the cafe awkwardly.

That made tour blood boil.

It was your breaking point. You just COULDN’T let this disgusting rat get away with this.

You followed him out and after walking for about 5 minutes you finally saw him.

It had looked like he had just gotten of the phone with someone, probably telling them about how he met with Yokohama’s greatest detective.

You pulled him into an alleyway and got out your knife and stabbed him in the back first and then stabbed him in the chest in which made him start to cough up blood.

You stabbed him one more time to put him out of his misery.

You looked at his corpse. Taking care of the body wouldn’t be that much of a problem since you could see the sun setting.

After that mess you turned around to see the one and only Ranpo Edogawa, looking at you dead in the eye.

The color from your face drained almost immediately and you could feel and hear your heart pounding in your chest.

How long..Has he been standing there..

“H-how..How long have—Have you been standing there…?” You manage to blurt out.

“Oh I don’t know..~ For as long as you’ve started to clean up this mess you’ve made.” He says, taking out his lollipop.

“Oh yeah and these..?” He takes out the photos you had taken of him.

You had probably dropped them on your way out from your bag..

“How—“ you were cut off by Ranpo leaning his face towards yours making you blush madly.

“Im a detective, idiot. Of course I know when someone like YOU is stalking me.” He says sounding slightly irritable but not fully.

You wanted to slap yourself.

Of course he knows..

“Do you know that I love you..?” You say back.

“Of course I do..” He smiled. “Killing someone for a detective..Is quite bold of you, Mr [Name]..” He whispers before kissing your cheek softly.

[comfymoth]

(duckspiderbit anon) It can be nightmarish... but the hilarity of their dynamics combined and the sudden unexpected sweet moments they share at times make them perfect. Would LOVE to hear your thoughts on them btw, I'm very interested :D

anon i just want you to know that i have been trying to answer this ask since i woke up, i just apparently cannot talk about these fuckers without writing a novel, i am So Sorry.

i’m gonna try to be as short as i possibly can (spoiler warning it’s still not short IM SORRY) but like, basically. basically. in my head, right, in the version of events that lives in my head— roier and quackity already have a history. not exactly dating, just fooling around “as friends”, but it makes their friendship now very overly-familiar. they’re very touchy, very flirty, but at this point it’s all just playful. they’re just very comfortable with each other, you know? they’re best friends! and what best friends Aren’t this close, huh?

and cellbit isn’t fully aware of whatever they had going on before he knew them, but he knows there’s something he missed, like an inside joke he’ll never quite understand. and it’s not like that bothers him, exactly? because him and roier are completely secure, there’s never been a couple more fucking obsessed with each other, he knows he has zero reasons to feel threatened. it’s more like— he knows quackity is always going to special to roier, in this weird way, so they are just stuck with him. for better or worse. me and you and your friend steve, just a little bit, that’s kind of the vibe.

but it’s not like quackity and cellbit don’t also have their own share of familiarity. not nearly to the same extent, obviously, but they are familiar. cellbit gave him partial custody of his child, they’ve taken each others sides in disputes over how to raise said child, richas calls quackity pa, they are very much already stuck with each other anyways.

so like. what do you even do with that. right? what do you call your husband’s not-quite-ex and your co-parent, what does that make him to the two of you. and how is that impacted by the fact that he’s always desperately hitting on you both?

so again, in my head, in my head— i think it Has to be a slow burn with them. because quackity has baggage around relationships, right, he’s had a history of chasing romance just because he thinks it will fix him or make him feel something, and he needs time to cool off on that first. now, he never cools off on the flirting, i don’t think he ever physically could, but he needs to be okay with it not going anywhere. and i think spiderbit needs time to warm up to the opposite idea, that it might actually go somewhere. but over time they do. over time, quackity just worms his way into more and more of their life until they’ve basically made him a part of it without saying. they fall into comfortable routines. cellbit gets used to roier and quackity’s teasing, he starts to join in on it. over time, all the joke flirting just stops really being a joke, and all the friendly affection just escalates and escalates until they finally have to acknowledge what they’re doing.

they’re all very stupid about it. cellbit brings it up to roier first, who is somehow embarrassed because he thought they were all just joking and he was the only one catching feelings which he did NOT wanna think too hard about. they have a talk about what this means for them, come to an agreement, bring it up to quackity— who also somehow thought this was a bit and that they were just doing it all to tease him! and then, somehow, they’re both surprised when he says yes, because they couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. morons all around. they do have braincells, they just short circuit when they’re in a room together, it’s very sad and very comical

i actually…. okay, i Actually might’ve started writing the world’s most self indulgent oneshot about them, like… three or four weeks ago? idk, it was before school started so a bit ago, and i’m just never gonna finish it now i’ve accepted that but i Might just turn part of it into a comic. idk. idk we’ll see ahdkdjd if i don’t get too embarrassed to actually do it

anyways i’m sorry i talked so much i just have demons okay i have demons. and i didn’t even TALK about festa junina or “go take care of him” I MADE SO MANY CUTS GUYS I DID!!!!!

[booksandpaperss]

some ramble-y thoughts on men's social isolation and women's safety bc this has been on my mind for a bit

I do think it's really sad how men end up feeling so isolated bc of various social expectations as well as people being cruel, but as a fem presenting person I have to say that you can't just expect women and anyone who is fem presenting to just "start being nicer". ive seen a few posts on Tumblr essentially stating that but I have to reiterate it is about safety. I literally cannot afford to stop looking at men with caution and assumed violence until I get to know them really well bc if I stop that could genuinely cost me me life. its true that most men I see probably are not predators and im sure it hurts to be perceived that way, but I have no way of being able to tell who is and isn't going to harm me. I have to assume the worst because it is the only way I can stay safe.

it sucks, it really does, for all parties involved. I have so much sympathy for the men who are genuinely kind and would never hurt me that feel isolated, it isn't fair, and I myself certainly don't enjoy the *necessary* fear that the random guy im passing on the street could see me and decide to hurt me, but this is the reality of the world. there is no easy solution, but what certainly isn't a solution is expecting women to start being kinder to men they dont know because once again: that could genuinely cost someone their life.

The best solution right now I think is to continue to try to deconstruct misogyny and gender roles, and that takes time, patience, and understanding.

I have also seen the notion on here that men feeling isolated socially is misandry, but the reality is that misandry is simply not real on a systemic scale. men feeling isolated is a direct result of the patriarchy and a side affect of misogyny. a lot of things on this website that are perceived as misandry are either not real problems or they are but they're just the impacts of misogyny and the gender roles that come with it.

But it is very surreal to be walking alone at night, clutching my pepper spray and glaring whenever a man I don't know is near me, making sure to stay next to the street and make it obvious I know exactly where I'm going and still feeling the fear that it might not be enough and something horrible could happen to me anyway, only come back to Tumblr and see people saying misandry is just as prevalent as misogyny and women need to start considering how it feels for men to be looked at like they're predators. Touch grass seems like an applicable statement here.

oh and obligatory piss on the poor tumblr disclaimer: I know I am using binary terms so before any of you get on your high horse about it, I myself am non binary. I am not actually a woman, but I certainly look like one and therefore deal with misogyny. I fully understand that trans men and genderqueers of all kinds as well as even feminine cis men also fear for their life on the street so dont even think abt getting on my ass about that. oh and if any of you try to call this a terf post consider yourself blocked with a recommendation to get a refresh on what terf actually means instead of just throwing around the term when you see any post trying to talk about misogyny :D

final disclaimer bc I wanna cover all my bases due to Tumblr reading comprehension: im aware topics like this are very nuanced with lots of layers, please dont act like im obligated to cover all that in a random Tumblr post of all things, I cannot possibly cover everything nor am I obligated to. I simply wanted to remind ppl that actual lives are at risk and fem presenting people constantly and regularly fear for their life bc I feel like that gets left out a lot in conversations like this on here. <3

[tonydaddingham]

I am actually curious your thoughts on Aziraphale and accountability as, and I really don't mean this is as an attack (❤️), several of the meta I've read recently have seemed rather uncharitable towards Crowley, and not how I generally perceive his character at all. Which, having certain biases for characters is fine, but I am curious your thoughts on Aziraphale and that 😊

hi anon!!!✨ definitely not seen as an attack; im aware that i do talk a lot about crowley and a good proportion of those opinions/interpretations are definitely more critical than most. and i realise that a good amount of that comes across as biased, but the only thing i can say that i promise i don't mean to be, and tbh - i just find aziraphale so much harder to analyse (and as such, what follows is basically word vomit im sorry)

there are equally multiple instances, in aziraphale's case, where he doesn't appear to acknowledge his own accountability in situations when he arguably should.

to labour on a longstanding example; he lies to crowley about where the antichrist is in s1. i think personally it's important to note why i think he lies; crowley's solution is to either kill a child (specifically, have aziraphale do it) or to run away to alpha centauri and sack off humanity altogether. neither of those options are reconcilable to aziraphale, and i think he keeps the location of adam to himself in order to safeguard him - he similarly gets bad vibes from the archangels, and lies to them too. but when he tries to reach god, fails, and then finds out that the metatron - the next best thing to god and, we're told, is her voice - is absolutely in support of the apocalypse, the first thing he does is ring crowley, and immediately tell him he knows where the antichrist is.

now, im not saying, at all, that aziraphale is apologising by calling crowley, because he isn't. he doesn't admit to having lied, having not trusted crowley (no matter how justifiable that decision might have been at the time), and for leaving crowley in the dark. as far as crowley's aware, from his perspective, aziraphale never lied in the first place. but from the audience perspective, it can be read like aziraphale admitting that crowley was right, and making amends. yes, it's born out of panic that heaven is no longer a solution, and the de facto, last-resort solution needs to be crowley (which comes with its own implications, but again, things have to be pretty dire for aziraphale to even risk the option of killing the child), but it also feels like a silent, 'you were right, you had it right all along, and i see that i was wrong to trust heaven. let my actions speak for me.'

but that's tenuous at best, right? i agree. so, id like to look again at the apology dance, and the circumstances that put them there - the So Did I argument. i have multiple thoughts, that im going to repeat a lot of before, but writing it out sometimes helps me work out what im (eventually) trying to say!

crowley isn't wholly forthcoming/truthful with why he doesn't want aziraphale to help gabriel; it's a bit more than the simple fact of gabriel wanting to throw aziraphale into hellfire. crowley's personal adversity to gabriel are the words he said (as he later admits). it would have been incredibly vulnerable for him to do so, but had crowley spelled out for aziraphale in the So Did I argument why he was so vehement against sheltering gabriel, it may not have changed aziraphale's mind but it would have at least put them on a level playing field. aziraphale, i think, shows crowley exactly why he wants to help him - kindness and compassion, with no ulterior motive than the fact that gabriel just simply doesn't have anyone else.

that being said, aziraphale appears to remain completely ignorant to, or have intentionally disregarded, what the boundaries of 'our side' actually is, especially in crowley's eyes. crowley has only ever meant it to be the two of them, and noone else gets a look-in. i think it's fair to say that aziraphale's perspective is less cut-throat, and more blurry, than that - that he still considers that there should be room for Everything Else. i can imagine that has to feel like a big betrayal to crowley, and in that context it's understandable that he then seems to retract the idea of 'our side' altogether. the heated lines that ensure then detail the conversation entirely:

crowley then storms out, and what aziraphale is left with is the feeling that he is doing the Right Thing, helping someone selflessly, and crowley is refusing to do that (and therefore 'in the wrong'). he's also left with the sense of abandonment; he told crowley about the Something Terrible, that he needed help (something that aziraphale doesn't do often/at all - hence why 'i need you!' hits so hard in the final fifteen imo), and crowley still walked away

so when it comes to the apology dance - crowley is on the back foot purely because of the BOL threat. there's no way he's going to walk away this time, now that aziraphale has been directly threatened - essentially, crowley is trapped into whatever aziraphale wants from him, even if he'll put up a bit of a fight before doing it - aziraphale is steadfast that he deserves the apology dance this time*, that he's in the right

but the one thing they don't do is literally discuss why the dance would be needed in the first place - there's no discussion whatsoever that would even begin to unravel why either way party would be hurt by what the other did. the dance is a farce, one crowley performs with an ulterior motive in mind, but aziraphale only sees it as crowley apologising for the fight.

but what aziraphale doesnt stop to consider is that he may have had a part in it; aziraphale is a highly analytical character, and the equation that he arrives at is, 'argument' + 'crowley doing the dance to mark the unspoken apology (good enough)' = 'crowley was wrong, i was right'. *it doesn't even cross his mind to think beyond the words that accompany the dance, and consider that he had a part in it too. the two of them, for all the lessons that we see them experience in s2, seem to think rather a lot in absolutes - and aziraphale most of all.

i dont think aziraphale magically reaches any kind of epiphany about what he said/did that hurt crowley, and what he therefore needs to take accountability for... unless perhaps we count this?

this is all speculation, of course, but does aziraphale clock that crowley has agreed to help hiding gabriel, have performed the joint miracle, but he might have done it only for aziraphale? it definitely doesn't seem that crowley has suddenly found a hidden, altruistic facet to himself, and he hasn't done it because he considers himself gabriel's friend (quite the opposite, the vehemence in his voice would attest). so, does aziraphale's look signify his realisation that crowley has come back purely for aziraphale himself? that he hasn't retracted 'their side', like aziraphale possibly feared he had, and they are still a team of the two of them? does aziraphale then think that perhaps this is crowley's real apology, and reflects that he needs to reexamine his part in the argument, and how crowley perceived?

as im writing this, it does all feel a bit of a stretch - but it can't be denied that aziraphale then spends the rest of the series, in his very unique (and i say that tongue-in-cheek) way trying to demonstrate to crowley just what 'their side' means to him, what crowley means to him - even if it doesn't quite land 😬 he might not have apologised out loud, but his actions thereafter seem in to suggest that he's aware of what he did wrong. but, in typical fashion, he's trying to speak to crowley in the language that crowley uses with him - he tries to show crowley, when crowley could do with being told.

i think special mention also needs to be paid to the fact that both of them - but especially aziraphale - are absolute terrors when it comes to fucking about with humans. i don't think i necessarily need to wax lyrical about this, but through a combination of messing about with maggie and nina's relationship, fucking about with the two guys in the edinburgh graveyard, the couple in the pub, the whole-ass ball... s2 in particular is a disaster when it comes to aziraphale toying with autonomy and agency, with free will, without any conscience - he doesn't recognise that it's wrong. LWA has pointed out that aziraphale does reach that assessment in the airfield scene of the book, but its pretty clear from his continued behaviour in s2 that this hasn't exactly translated into the show!canon in the same way.

he recognises at the airfield that he was wrong to assume that adam needed to be 'good' in order to make the right call, rather than being simply 'human', but that's not the conclusion that he ought to reach that would indicate that he accepts full responsibility for his actions. this is particularly telling in these two statements:

aziraphale operates in the rather blissful state of mind, in the security, that he is intrinsically good; ive discussed this concept a lot, strangely, when it comes to looking at the metatron and how he might view himself (and speculating on his character being explored in s3), but if aziraphale labours under the same misapprehension that he is completely good, without room for nuance, how can any of his actions therefore be wrong? what does he have to apologise for, if he's always been in the right? (which tbh adds another layer, for me, re: his pissed-off mood when recounting all of the times he did the dance)

i do think he starts to accept the part of himself that contradicts this - his comment on him being light grey in 1941, but also his bashful expression at the end of s1 ("just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing") - but if we consider his inability? reluctance? to admit fault or error, we could surmise that he still largely holds this mentality... until, perhaps, here in ep6? when he realises through the medium of another couple, another angel and demon, that the sides literally do not have to exist?

idk if this has answered your ask sufficiently, anon, and reading it back im wincing at all the bits where im straying once again into the aziraphale bias, but i promise ive tried to be as balanced as possible!!!✨