#a little obvious I suppose. as it's pointed out. but yea

[im-an-anthusiast]

For Once

I can say, for once – for what my heart hunts 

Let me write, for once – about things ideal 

Let me show, for once – what it is I feel 

I can say, for once – what I meant for months 

I can’t believe that – we’ve only just met 

You make me love that – for which I don’t live 

You make me trust that – which I don’t believe 

I can’t believe that – this, I’ve never felt 

Get it off my chest – the love I’ve amassed 

I am not obsessed – with you anymore 

I am not obsessed – still, I love you so 

Get it off my chest – the love we detest 

I do my best to – be worthy of you 

And all that I do – you accompany 

And all that you do – all thrills, so many 

I do my best to – love and cherish you 

I want, so badly – to hold you gently 

I love, how sadly – from pleasure I flinch 

I love, so madly – of you, every inch 

I want, so badly – to kiss you madly 

I want, so badly – to kiss you gently 

I love, so madly – I love all things yours 

I love, how sadly – I can’t not be yours 

I want, so badly – to hold you madly 

I do my best to – always comfort you 

And all that you do – makes me love you more 

And all that I do – you are who it’s for 

I do my best to – be cherished by you 

Get it off my chest – the love without rest 

I am not obsessed – still, you’re far too sweet 

I am not obsessed – still, I act like it 

Get it off my chest – the love I’ve confessed 

I can’t believe that – this, I’ve just now felt 

You make me trust that – which I never would 

You make me love that – which I really should 

I can’t believe that – this late, we have met 

I can say, for once – I’ve loved you for months 

Let me show, for once – how happy I am 

Let me write, for once – a happy poem 

I can say, for once – what all of me wants 

[lnfours]

false god | l.n

summary: we might just get away with it.

warnings: based off of ‘false god’ by taylor swift, brothers best friend!lando, fewtrell!reader, mutual pining, sexual themes, this stupidly hot outfit bc he always looks good in black. also this is kind of trash but i really wanted to get something out for you guys 😩

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the rain was pattering hard against the window in your room, but it was simply background noise as you played music softly from your computer. you hummed quietly to the song playing, your pencil scratching against the notepad before the soft ping let you know you had gotten a text.

lando

you still awake?

you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and typing back.

yea, why? can’t sleep?

a couple of seconds later your phone lit up again, a new message from him appearing on your lockscreen.

yea, still jet lagged.

wanna watch a movie or something? max and p went on a date and left me all alone 😩

you chuckled, typing back a response.

pretty sure that’s the point of a date 🤔

but sure, doors open

he disliked the first message, which made you chuckle before you heard footsteps echo down the hallway. your door creaked open, the brunette joining you on your bed as you closed your notebook. you pushed the things to the side, tossing him the tv remote.

“your pick this time.”

“i thought i picked last time?” he said, hand resting behind his head as the other grabbed the remote. you looked over at him now, the black shirt hugging his muscles perfectly, the black jeans showing off his thighs and the red backwards hat was about to send you into cardiac arrest.

it was a bad idea to look over at him, especially when the crush you’ve had on him had only worsened over the past day or so, just like it did every time he was here.

“mm, no,” you said, “i picked that scary movie last time, remember?”

“oh yeah, the only reason you picked it was because of that hot dude.”

you scoffed, “no!”

he sent you a smirk, “yeah, okay,”

you rolled your eyes and motioned to the tv, “just pick a movie, i’m gonna go make some popcorn. want anything?”

he twisted his lips in thought while you stood up. his eyes traveled over your figure as you put the stuff on your desk, the thin pajama shorts hugging your curves, the oversized hoodie falling down a little bit to return back to the tops of your thighs, you just looked so good to him right now. you always do, but right now especially.

he was quick to look away from your body, eyes meeting yours as you spun around, “just a water, please.”

you nodded, exiting the room and he let go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. he wasn’t sure when it had happened, but every time he saw you recently, his chest got tight. he wasn’t supposed to feel this way about his best friends sister, she was off limits. especially to him.

he was lost in thought until the microwave beeping in the kitchen echoed and pulled him out of it, reminding himself that he still had to pick a movie. he scrolled through netflix, settling on one he had seen before but knew you’d like.

you handed him his water, which he thanked you for before you plopped down on the bed. you put the popcorn in the middle of you two before starting the movie.

at some point the popcorn had been moved to the floor, the two of you getting closer and closer without really realizing until his finger bumped against your pinky. you sucked in a shaky breath, waiting to see if he would move it. he did the same, looking down to see if you were going to pull away.

when you didn’t, he made the next move and wrapped his pinky around yours. you didn’t want to make it obvious that you weren’t looking at the movie, but you really wanted to glance over at him.

he did it for you, though, turning and looking at you before bringing a hand up to your jaw, turning your head to look at him. you almost folded, right then and there. your heart beating out of your chest and everything was happening so quickly.

but when you met his soft eyes, glowing in the light of the small lamp you had kept on and the light from the tv, all the nerves washed away, “lando,”

his voice was quiet as he softly pulled away, “sorry, i.. uh, i don’t know-“

you shook your head, grabbing his hand and putting it back on your cheek, “no, it’s okay.”

he nodded, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips quickly, having a mental debate with himself on wether or not he should take it a step further.

you took matters into your own hands, though. readjusting as you got closer. he watched you intently, his eyes locked on every move, the movie on the tv long forgotten about as the two of you breathed out. his green eyes were piercing right into yours. he leaned in a little closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i shouldn’t want to,” he breathed softly, “but i really want to kiss you.”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “maybe you should.”

“it would ruin everything,”

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you were inches apart now, his hands on your hips as you hovered over him. your heart felt like it was going to bust through your rib cage and it was all you could hear as the room fell silent.

it didn’t last long as his voice broke through the tension, “fuck it.”

he nudged your nose with his, meeting your lips in a kiss that sent tingles down your spine. you kissed him back, letting his hands grip you a little tighter as his tongue licked against your bottom lip.

the kiss carried on for a while, neither one of you wanting to pull away when he rolled the both of you over so now he was the one hovering over your frame. his necklace dangled above your chest, lips moving from yours as they peppered kisses against the base of your throat.

“fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, “‘ve wanted this for so long.”

you hummed back, fingers running through the curls on the back of his neck, breathing out a soft, “me too.”

you brought one hand down his spine, gripping at the hem of his shirt as you tugged it up, revealing the soft skin of his back. he understood what you were saying with your movements, pulling the material over his head and tossing it to the floor.

once he turned back to you, it was your turn to have his hands ride up the sweatshirt you were wearing, his fingers soft against your skin. you giggled when he accidentally moved over your ribs, a smirk spreading across his face.

“you’re still ticklish there?”

you nodded, “unfortunately.”

“good to know,” he was definitely going to keep that in mind.

his lips met yours again as he kissed you sweetly, which turned hungry in a matter of a few minutes as he helped you out of the sweatshirt.

however, the sound of the front door closing made the two of you jump apart, lando pausing his movements as he froze above you.

“we’re back!”

“shit,” you mumbled, the footsteps nearing your door as the two of you separated. you pulled the first article of clothing you could find over your head.

“just hide in here till he goes away.” you mumbled, shoving lando towards the closet. he chuckled, but opened the door anyway.

“i like being your little secret,” he teased, “we should do this more often.”

you rolled your eyes, “shut up!”

you closed the door before he could speak again, flopping back on the bed before your bedroom door opened. you looked towards your brother, a soft smile on your face as he held up the container for you.

“brought you back dinner.”

“thanks, you can just put it on the desk.”

he nodded, walking into your room before eyeing you down, “you alright? your hairs a mess and you look frazzled.”

you nodded, smoothing your hair over with your palms, “‘m good, just woke up from a nap.”

he nodded, now his eyes falling to the shirt you were wearing, “is that lando’s shirt?”

you nearly choked, but looked down at the material you had thrown on. sure enough, it was the shirt lando had thrown on the floor a mere ten minutes before your brother rudely interrupted.

“huh, guess so,” you tried to play it cool, “guess it got mixed up in my laundry. just kinda grabbed it earlier.”

he nodded, sending you a look which made it look like he wasn’t totally buying what you were saying, “okay..” you licked your lips nervously, “p and i are gonna watch a movie, you can join if you want.”

you nodded, “yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“oh, is lando home?” max asked, “i had something to ask him.”

he spun on his heels, turning towards the door, but you cut him off before he could investigate himself, “nah, i think he went out.”

your brother nodded, “damn, alright. just let me know if you wanna watch the movie.”

you nodded, “i will, thanks.”

he closed the door behind him on the way out, lando soon opening the closet door quietly to leave the closet. you smirked when his eyes met yours, the two of you breaking out into quiet laughter as he joined you back on the bed.

“you div! you took my shirt instead of your hoodie?”

you laughed softly, “i’m sorry! i grabbed the first thing i could find.”

he smiled, hovering back over you, “you look better in it, anyway.”

“you know where it looks even better?” your arms were slung around his neck now.

“where?” his smile was still on his face.

“the floor,”

he laughed softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “mind reminding me?”

you hummed, “i guess i could show you.”

[ivysprophecy]

Not so good surprise.

warnings: talk about nipples, nipple piercings, mentions of sex and boners? i think that’s it. obvious cursing.

word count: 728

an: hey guys!! so this is my first time posting in a long time but both my friend and i @kimoralov3 wanted to write little blurbs about jj reacting to nipple piercings so please go show theirs some love!! warning this is unedited so i hope it’s not too incoherent

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"JJ! Baby are you home?? I got ya a surprise!" you walk through the door with a sneaky smirk on your face, setting your bag on the couch as you walk in.

He walks out of the bedroom adjusting his hat on his head, his eyes clocking your chest the second he looks at you. His mouth is a gap, unable to look away from your chest.

"What's that?" he points at your chest accusatory walking closer, his eyes not moving.

"What's what baby?"

"That- those- right there- those-," his finger reaches out poking at your erected nipple causing you to let out a small yelp raising your hands to cover them.

"Woah! Owe- shit baby you can't touch them yet! They're so fucking sensitive- shit that hurt."

And with that his eyes finally move from your chest up to your face, bulging out of his sockets.

"Shit mama I'm sorry- wait- pause. Time out baby, did you just say I can't touch them yet??"

You nod amused at his reaction, wincing a little at the lasting ache, "Yea, you gotta wait a couple months to let them heal."

"Well how long is that supposed to be??"

"The guy said anywhere from 4-9 months."

"NINE MONTHS??" Your poor boyfriend is flabbergasted, wounded, physically pained by the news. You could swear you see tears swelling in his eyes. "Wait- wait wait wait wait. You're telling me some random guy did this??"

"I mean yea- I had to go to a professional. It just happened to be a guy."

JJ in all honestly couldn't care less if it was a guy or a girl, he's just pissed that it wasn't him who got to do it, to be there, to see it, to see them.

"So I can't touch them at all? Until their all healed up? Mama that's too long... I can't kiss 'em? Touch 'em at all? Shit-" Poor guy is in agony, quite literally spiraling at the thought of not being able to have his hands on them. With or without the piercings. "Doesn't seem like a good surprise mama."

You can't help but laugh at him honestly, he's quite literally almost in tears.

"Are you sure about that baby?" he's about to give his two cents and complain before you carefully lift your tank top over your head and tossing it on the couch next to your bag. "How about now."

Now, the boy is silent. Stuck dead in his tracks, mouth open like a fish out of water gasping for air.

"I know they're a little bruised and swollen so they look funny right now but-"

"Shhhh sh sh sh-" He interrupts you putting a finger to your lips, looking down at them in admiration. Again you can't help but giggle. Your boyfriend has never been one to hide how he feels about anything, usually dramatically as well. "Holy shit mama- look at 'em they've got little jewels 'n shit- look so pretty mama. How am I supposed to not touch these? So beautiful-"

"Well if you want you can help me clean them but that's the closest you're gonna get."

"How do you clean 'em?" Frankly it was adorable that he was so desperate that he was willing to learn.

"I've gotta take a cup, put some saline in there and tilt it back onto them a few times so I can wash them out good- it actually looks kinda silly-"

"But when I do that I can touch them right?"

You can't stop giggling at this point. "Yes JJ, you'll be able to hold 'em while I do it."

"A win is a win I guess- I can do this. For sure."

You press a kiss to your boyfriends lip with a smile still lingering on your face. "You're adorable baby. But I don't think you'll last a day. But you can look at 'em all you want I promise. I have to wear loose shirts anyway so you'll have easier access-"

"Don't tease me right now mama I'm serious- already got me all worked up just by lookin' at 'em."

And sure enough JJ was already working a semi, "Oh you poor thing... why don't we head to the bedroom and let 'mama' fix that for you yea?"

He was off the bedroom, dragging you behind him before you could even finish.

[irisinluv]

Mirror Yandere Brainrot

I’ve been thinking about a Yandere who can watch you through mirrors. And I don’t mean Erik from Phantom of the Opera. I mean paranormal level watching you through any surface that can hold a reflection. The shop window you catch a glimpse of your hair in, the sunglasses you use as a mirror to reapply your lipstick, the shower head that makes you giggle cuz it gives your face a fisheye effect. Whatever.

I picture the obvious- how they watch you frown and turn to look at your cellulite, practice how to stand to make your stomach appear the way you want, do a fake laugh to see if that chip in your tooth is noticeable…. All those stupid little things that we hyper focus on, that makes us upset, makes us hate our reflection, they of course, love. They wish they could take away all those insecurities. And they know exactly how they’d do it too.

But it’s not just the obvious self love arc for this mirror Yan. Oh no. Cuz, we don’t just have mirrors to reflect on how much we hate our bodies. You bet your ass your Yandere sees you recreating doctor pimple popper on your own face. Sees your shower karaoke, watches you burn your toast, stub your toe, roll down your windows and get into character as you scream sing Jesus take the wheel (bonus points if you’re not Christian btws- we’re allowed to jam to that too). They just love getting to watch all these mundane moments!

They do of course get frustrated that they can only watch you through the mirrors. But- haven’t you heard that you’re not supposed to sleep facing a mirror? That things from the other side can come out to get you? Mmmm….. yea so those 1980’s mirrored closet doors you have might be a biiiiiiit of a problem.

I think they’d just be able to access you in your dreams, at least as a start, but if they ever found a way to you for real….. whew. Whewwwww. Hello sailor! I mean mirror Yan surely can mirror your exact type. That’s. That’s kinda their whole thing isn’t it? Magic mirror shit.

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Once they’re out…. They would not fuck you against mirrors.

I know that’s where your brain may go at first. The typical “look at how I see you- you’re perfect!” Shit. But I’m sorry. If someone fucked me and I had to look at myself covered in sweat, hair sticking to my face, triple chins for days, stomach rolls rolling, cellulite dimpling….. IM NOT IN THE MOOD ANYMORE!

So nah. Mirror Yan won’t fuck you against a mirror. They WILL however, use their voice. They had gone unheard so long…. You had gone YEARS being unable to hear them, see them, feel them. So now that they have you in their arms, they’re going to make sure you hear, see, and feel them until there’s nothing else for you to focus on.

If we want to stick with the self love trope, an alternative to the mirror fucking thing, is them narrating what they see. Their voice is pure sin as they drive into you, sink down on you, or look up from between your thighs to describe the way your pupils look right now, all blown out. How you look like you’re praying when you cum, even though they’re the ones on their knees. They describe those things you hate about yourself too. But when they describe it, they sound reverential. They also sound horny as all hell. But most of all, they sound like the only thing keeping them alive is so they can keep seeing and feeling these parts of you.

And they make you watch them as they give you the most intense pleasure of your life. They may not make you stare into a mirror as they rail you…. But you WILL keep your eyes open so you can see exactly what you do to them. They CRAVE being seen by you. They have you play with yourself the way they’ve watched you do so many times…. Except now, your eyes are locked onto theirs as your eyebrows screw up, and it’s THEIR name you gasp out as your fingers fly. And they don’t have to just watch anymore either.

They also almost always want you facing them. They want you to look them in the eyes and know EXACTLY who is claiming you, body mind and soul. The only exception to the mirror fucking thing is if you/they want to hit it from the back. If you’re not looking in each others faces, you’re looking at each others reflection. If your eyes glass over, they’re smacking your ass to bring your attention back to them. You’re not missing a second of the absolute pleasure dripping from their face. They’re not shy about it either. Their eyebrows screwing up in ecstasy, mouth hanging loose in a perpetual moan, it’s lewd. It’s sloppy. And it’s all for you.

You see, they’re insecure over being glossed over- it was fantastic getting to watch you basically every minute of the day, but you have no idea how frustrating it is to scream out to your lover, cry and kick and wail, as you watch them breeze past a flat puddle on a sidewalk, none the wiser. So, they make sure you’re VERY present with them.

I also think they’d be a huge fan of cockwarming. Just being connected to each other as much as possible. Really needy behavior after being denied physical contact for so long. For my lovelies who cock warming doesn’t work for- you’re not off the hook. Mirror Yan will be wrapped around you just as much. Their fingers absentmindedly trailing your body, their fingers dipping into your mouth, inside you, over your hips….

OH and they love marking you. Hickeys, some sort of collar or necklace, hell, even a collarbone tattoo. They want you to look at your reflection, and see THEM. They may not be stuck on the other side of that reflection anymore, but they still get a thrill from knowing every time you look in a mirror…. It’s them you think of.

So uh. Yea. Even the mirrors are horny for y’all! Stay tuned, maybe I’ll come up with a Yandere spork or dildo next.

[coeurify]

thinking about ellie being so horny where she’s being so overly enthusiastic to everything you say especially if you make a joke she’d laugh but it’d be sooo dramatic like her slapping her knee and hunched over bc she’s trying to fuck and you’re not getting the hint so u sit there like IKR 🤣…. until you do catch on bc she laughed at something that wasn’t even supposed to be funny and give u bedroom eyes so u look at her like FR 🙂 and she’s like yeah 😛 and ur like okie how can I say no 😽 and y’all 👉👌

this is so that one “yes you can hit” meme

“Yea so basically, I’m never eating a blueberry again,” you sniffle gently, cheeks sore from laughing so much over previous conversations.

Honestly, you didn’t think you were that funny. Or at least not as funny as Ellie seemed to find you. Every single joke you made had her freckled cheeks red in amusement, doubled over dramatically with laughter, spurting out in choked giggles and belly laughs as her hand grazed over your jeans, your own body leaned back against the couch you shared.

You didn’t clock how fake it all was until now, your blinking eyes meeting her own. It was only now did you catch the glint in her eyes. The little shine of frustration, begging for you to pick up on how her knees were turned toward your bedroom door. On how her knuckles were turning white with the grip she had on the poor pillow settled on her lap, or how her fingertips lingered a bit too long on the scratchy denim that covered your thighs whenever you made another shitty joke. Now you noticed it.

“God, babe, you’re so funny,” she hummed, chin tilting just a bit toward you. Ok, she was definitely being dramatic. The blueberry story wasn’t even funny. The heavy gaze was a tipping point, but her drawled-out words were the nail in the embarrassing coffin you had to lay in. She was totally just laughing to get laid.

“Ellie,” you scoff, turning further away from her. “That wasn’t even a funny story.”

Ellie’s cheeks heated for another reason this time.

“Have you been laughing this whole time just for my attention?” You accuse, eyes narrowing.

“Whatttt?” Ellie tugged out the last syllable, shaking her head in a totally unconvincing way. “No way, babe, you’re so funny.”

The auburn-haired girl leaned in, smiling at how your lips pulled into a pout, your ego bruised from your girlfriend’s obvious sucking up.

“El,” you whine, letting her lips find your cheek in a soft kiss, “Swear I’d never do that. You’re soooo funny,” she added.

“Oh my god,” your tone boarded on a high-pitched screech now, stinging your own eardrums as your eyes squeezed close. She couldn’t be any more obvious.

“Yes, Ellie, yes you can take me to the bedroom,” you eventually groan, three wet cheek kisses deep.

“Finally,” Ellie muttered, giving up the whole comedic fan act as a hand wrapped around your waist.

“You are so awful,” you complain as she hoists you up to follow her to the bedroom.

“And you aren’t funny.”

[menelaiad]

Hi! I know your favorite character is Menelaus (mine too) and I wanted to ask you, what is your opinion about him in Euripides’ Oresteia? And in Euripides’ Helen? Because as I see, the Homeric Menelaus is a little different, and Euripides didn’t despict him as a nice character.

Thank you for your answer in advance! :)

hi, there!

heck yea! fellow menelaus stans unite, let's make jackets or smth.

UHHHHH i spoke about this a lot in my recent MA thesis and it's the foundation for my phd (or at least a big chunk of it) and yes i'm sorry this bitch is going off about her academics again.

so. euripides was athenian and it's fairly safe to say that the athenians altered menelaus characterisation on a HUGE scale and it was mainly euripides as he wrote the most works featuring him. and it's also fairly safe to say that euripides didn't like menelaus OR helen OR hermione simply because they were spartan and given the context of his time, he couldn't really be pro-sparta. so, he used menelaus' family in a myriad of ways to just mock ALL spartans and spartan culture. i won't go into that too much now and i'll focus specifically on the plays you asked about! :)

ORESTES (i assume you meant orestes? aeschylus did the oresteia but euripides just did this one?): so here we see .... menelaus being not very great with his family. but not in a mean way he's just .... useless .. coward like almost? he's a big fence sitter tbh. he doesn't wanna get involved in orestes' shit and that is painfully obvious. again. that's meant to make menelaus look shitty that he doesn't care about his family and his brothers death and his nephew literally having visions of hell BUT. personally? i dont blame him ASDFGHJK. man just got his wife back. got home. dealing with grief and loss and survivors guilt and maybe ptsd and shit .................... and then orestes turns up like 'help me fix my problems' BRO HE GOT HIS OWN DAMN PROBLEMS. and THEN they're like 'ok uncle that's cool. we're gonna kill ur wife and daughter though' LIKE LEAVE THE OLD MAN ALONE. i LOVE menelaus and agamemnon's dynamic. so i'm not saying menelaus didn't care about aga and aga's family. im NOT saying that. but (and i KNOW its my modern perspective) i can see why menelaus couldn't be arsed. and he wasn't even mean about it? he was just nonplussed. AGAIN the ancients would have HATED that, but my modern ass can relate tbh. and lets not forget. he's caught between a rock and a hard place. if he helps orestes, he risks greek wrath. which (in this play anyway) is already strong enough against him cause of helen and troy. so like. euripides has kinda put him in this impossible situation and then makes him the 'stupid funny lazy ass not helpful uncle' guy when he just backs out. which i think is unfair. AND TO TOP IT OFF. APOLLO COMES AND THEN TAKES HIS WIFE. AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID TO GET HER BACK. justice for this old man i s2g.

HELEN: OH HERE WE GO! SO helen is often referred to as a tragi-comedy which i think is very accurate. and euripides is using it to condemn war as a whole (athens had recently suffered a big loss) like if helen wasn't even in troy what was the point of the war? he makes menelaus very .... pathetic, for lack of a better word. and helen seems to take the reigns in their relationship, which would have been a huge no-no to the athenian audience. it would have made helen look domineering and unmanageable and menelaus weak and foolish. he also has menelaus cry a lot. cry and lament his losses as a king. again, the athenians would have hated a man crying. a GREEK HERO crying. but we have our 21st century vision and tbh ................ menelaus is fantastic in this play. he is so. real. he is so human. he is a man who is tired. who is lonely. who is heartbroken. a man who meets his wife who isn't his wife but actually is his wife ... and we're supposed to laugh at him because he's confused? he gets lambasted by so many characters and it's supposed to be funny and i think it is! i do think menelaus in helen is just .... an incredible character. he's so funny. he's so NORMAL. he reacts how you would expect a man to react. you see so many menelaus' in this play. menelaus defeated. menelaus in love. you see a menelaus in action when he comes up with the plan against proteus but also a man who respects his wife and knows when to shut up. i, much like the athenians back then, do have a giggle at menelaus in this play. but i don't hate him. it makes him all the more endearing to me and i love him.

these two menelaus' are (shockingly) two menelaus' that i like! i love helen's menelaus and i'm indifferent to orestes' menelaus tbh. but i think they're fine as portrayals and they make sense to me!

overall, me and euripides have a complicated relationship. some of his menelaus' i cannot tolerate. and some i adore. and i can actually connect his helen menelaus and his iphigenia in aulis menelaus to homeric menelaus. they're not identical by any means, but the way he behaves and his choices and stuff. you can see homeric menelaus in there somewhere, which is why i love them so much.

[cheeseyberg]

Eddie's POV

Part 5 Part 4 Part 3 Part 2 Part 1

Max is still laughing to herself as Eddie pulls himself together and climbs in the van. Was he hallucinating, had he dropped acid that morning and forgotten? Maybe there really was some kind of gas leak in Hawkins? Maybe like a reverse Vecna situation where he's seeing the opposite of his worst memories?

"OW, what the hell?!" Eddie yells and slams himself back against the driver's side door to get away from Max, who is already reaching out to pinch him a second time.

"You're babbling about Vecna and gas leaks, figured you needed someone to pinch you." Max shrugs like her go to answer isn't always physical violence and chaos. "You're not hallucinating or dreaming, I too witnessed Mama Steve confirming your date."

"Ew, don't call him that." Eddie pulls the van out of the parking lot and points it towards home. "Seriously though, what just happened? I started this day with a very specific plan to find out if Steve and Nancy were back together," Eddie gives Max just a little side-eye when she snorts at this. "-and the next thing I register he's confirming a date. Did I black out and ask him on a date? Did he ask me on a date? I don't even remember who suggested it."

"We're all seriously underestimating that man," Max mutters under her breath. "Does it matter, isn't this what the end goal was anyway? You have a date that will hopefully put a stop to your stupidly embarrassing crush on Steve Harrington."

Indignant as ever Eddie jerks the wheel to the right, narrowly avoiding the curb and then rights the van. "How do you know about that?! I'm very subtle! And you're one to talk, don't think I haven't heard Dustin teasing Lucas about you ogling Steve's chest hair when we were out on Lover's Lake. You're basically a peeping tom!"

"This isn't about me. Your crush on Steve is more obvious than Will's pining after Mike," now it's Max's turn to side-eye the scoff that comes at this. "-and you somehow enlisted the most obvious member of the group to help you. Seriously, I love Robin but she has no subtlety. You should have seen her floundering in there. Steve sussed her out immediately. You're lucky I was there to help wingman you."

"Oh is that what we're calling meddling now?"

"You got a date, didn't you?? Some thanks would be nice."

Eddie pulls the van into his spot in front of the trailer and thunks his head against the steering wheel, "oh my god, I have a date with Steve Harrington, King Steve, monster slayer Steve, Steve 'the hair' Harrington…"

"And he has a date with Eddie 'the freak' Munson. So, are you going to live up to that particular name or are you going to get your shit together and woo him?"

"How am I supposed to do that? He was the lady killer in high school, all the girls, and not a few guys, wanted to date him. What do I know about wooing a guy like that?"

Max opens her door and hops out, "Come on Munson, you're overthinking this. Come inside and we'll figure it out."

Eddie climbs out of the van and grabs a discarded notebook from the back before following Max into her trailer. Max grabs two sodas from the fridge and sets one down in front of Eddie, where he has settled on the couch before she sinks down on the opposite end.

"I'm serious when I say you're overthinking it. You know Steve. Not King Steve, not Steve 'the hair' Harrington, just normal dorky, mother hen Steve. You've been hanging out for months, you know him well enough to have a crush on him so this should be easy. You know what he likes, what he doesn't, what annoys him."

"Until an hour ago I was sure that Nancy Wheeler was what he liked."

"Yea sure, but you only thought that for what, 12 hours. Did you think it before you saw them hugging yesterday?"

"No," Eddie admits softly. "I had started to suspect he might like me actually, that's why I was so surprised to see it."

"So, what else do you know he likes, use what you know. He's just Steve, he's very forgiving even if you don't get it right."

"Don't tell Dustin, but you might be the smartest kiddo. Thanks Red." Eddie gives her a small smile and visibly relaxes. She's right of course. He does know Steve; knows he likes the kids and knows he likes to pretend he doesn't. Knows he loves watching them act like kids because he thinks they have had to grow up too fast. Knows his friendships are so important to him because he's not used to people liking who he really is and sticking around. Steve like consistency, he likes predictability, and he likes Eddie. So yes, Eddie can work with that and as he remembers all the things he knows about Steve he truly relaxes because he knows Steve wouldn't like anything too big or over the top. Now he's got real plans to make.

He gets up to head out to his home across the way and is halfway towards the door when Max calls after him, "Hey can you toss me the walkie by the door?"

He grabs it and tosses it so it lands on the cushion next to her leg. "Thanks Eddie, good luck. Don't go overboard, it's just Steve."

"I won't, thanks again Max, that was surprisingly helpful advice, for a peeping tom and a meddler." He laughs as he swings the door shut but can hear her steps running from the couch to the door. He's about to jump down to run away from her when he hears the lock turn in the door and then the static of the walkie as max yells into it, "Dustin! You'll never guess what Eddie just said about you!!"

@charliechaplintheawesome @flwerkitty @dbquills @zerokrox-blog @bidisastersworld @respect-snails @estrellami-1 @4nemo1egend @archermightbegay @blackpanzy @fictionalenigma @practicallybegging @anaibis @starman-jpg @thesuninyaface @messrs-weasley @hallucinatedjosten @ronance-is-my-wife

[chronicsyd]

Oh, and this should go without saying; but it’s a Fair Warning to y’all:

If I see Vi being treated the same way y’all treated Gwen Stacy after ATSV there WILL be hell to pay!

(I have no doubt in my mind that the Arcane writers will be able to connect Vi’s past with Enforcers and her going down this path in a way that makes sense. But y’all can’t be treating Vi like evil scum before the season even comes out 🤦‍♀️) (pretty sure I’m once again talking to Jinx stans specifically here but whatever…)

(I also think they’re making a Point to show how much Vi’s hair/tutu thing/general appearance clashes with the Enforcer uniform. Also I think Cait’s beret color is Supposed to stand out as she is Sheriff and all, cuz everyone other than Vi is wearing beret’s here and they’re all the same color. I know it sounds like a “no shit Sherlock” thing but some people are already saying stuff like this soooo yea gotta point out the obvious I guess…)

(Honestly if I’m going to be nit-picky about Anything with the outfits, it’s that Vi’s collar is a little weird but that’s just a little thing)

[vqrtualheartss]

Can I request 42 miles having been with reader for a long while now, and like she already knows about miles being the prowler. So he kinda just comes in through her window and finds out she can sing, because she's singing when he comes but she doesn't notice him right away? And you can fill in the rest how you'd like.

If you can do this, thank you! No pressure though

♪ • My Beyoncé

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

i still cannot believe that like, we're at 100. i love y'all Currently trying to create more gender-neutral writing or even mlm cause I'm tryna b inclusive so yea

Warnings — None, I think Genre — Fluff

"HUAHHHH" flopping down onto the bed I dragged a pillow beneath my face, muffling the minute long scream. Lordd, Isn't summer school supposed to be just shits and giggles? Why the hell did I get guilt-tripped into this―this is whack. Sluggishly, I sat up, removing my shoes and heading to the bathroom, raising and dragging my feet into the floor one by one getting there.

I shook my body looking into the mirror, closing and re-opening my eyes every two seconds to rid the tiredness. Ceasing, I took a deep breath...and then another one, smiling sheepishly before letting out laughter I didn't know I had in me. Am I really losing it cause of the heat? To keep myself somewhat awake I took on the task of washing my hair. yes. an everything shower.

Searching for something lightweight to wear, I found a ruffled short-sleeved top and random shorts from a sleeping set ―the other half I lost. Feeling more refreshed, it had me unsettled how the atmosphere felt more dull than calmer.

" A little music never hurt anybody right?" I sat on the bed, towels wrapped around my torso and hair, searching for the perfect queue of songs to play. I settled with the “For Whatever playlist” on standby for situations like these. Connecting to the speakers set beside the vanity table, I placed my phone face down to get myself dressed.

Before I knew it, clapping to the beats softly and doing whichever dance came to mind turned into navigating throughout my room with my waist, gradually singing louder than the music.

I sang from SWV

“Boy I'll do you all night long. Do you any way you want, I will do you all night long. I wanna please you, Don't wanna tease youu”

To Nicki

“I'd do anything that you say, anything. 'Cause you the boss, you the boss. You, you, you the boss, ayy”

I felt lighter in contrast to earlier, my eyes shut as my whole being absorbed the music. I barely sorted my hair out but ironic enough, I was about 35 songs deep into the playlist, jumping from the classics to Modern R&B, Rap, you name it —without skips too—

Then came on one of my favourites by Kehlani, ―You know wassup― and believe me when I say I sang that shit like I was going through itt. Almost embodying the lyrics, my face expressed every emotion brought on by the lyrics, my hands pointing from myself to the invisible person infront me.

“Why do I gotta beg to be chosen over your vices, over your liquor? Why I gotta ask for flowers? I deserve roses, I deserve bigger I know you're tryna change, but is it all worth the wait? It hurts to stay just as much as it hurts to walk away”

"Why you in here acting like I don't be treating you right ?" Ending off with a breathy chuckle, I turned around to see Miles getting comfortable on my windowsill. It was obvious how he came in, but why that way.

"You do know that I have a working door right?" He shrugged, a cheeky smirk taunting his lips. Piecing together two and two I pressed my lips into a hard line, bringing out my bottom lip with my index finger before pointing it at him. "How long have you been there?" Wrapping an arm around my torso, I placed the other hand on my cheek, anticipating his answer.

"Long enough to know my baby could give Beyoncé a run for her money. Esa voz podría hacerte ganar el apodo de ángel, mi amado" That voice could get you the name angel, my love. The space between us grew shorter as he stood infront my frame, placing his hands down on my hips. "oh puh-lease, you're just saying that" Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, trying to surpress the bending in the corners of my mouth.

"Okay, let me word it better for you. You're MYY Beyoncé"

"Oh really now"

"Yes and I mean it" Punctuating his sentence with a kiss, he continued "Got it?" I hummed a "Hm" hooking my arms behind his head. "Good"

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

[themissinghand]

Lookism: What Normal Life? You're at J High!

Summary: In which a girl thought she could live a freer, unbothersome life hiding behind a) handsome or beautiful, b) gangster wanna-bes or c) all the above people at J High.

(Spoiler, she thought wrong, and let's face it, she's not that normal either)

Pairing: Our queen just gathering bits and pieces of interest from everyone in school and Gun...yea. A little bit of Everyone x Female! OC!

Note: A short bit of interesting background plot on the Female OC at the beginning before we meet manhwa characters.

Maybe a part 2 to continue this series?

Warning: Some swearing, blood, and fighting (just Lookism themes).

Lee Seo-Jun hates it here.

"Why J High?"

"...why not?" 

On her left was her mother, and to her left was her father.

"J High won't do you any good." Chung Ye-Jun, Seo-Jun’s mother, and the Co-President of the Lee Company, shakes her head. When she was about to put one hand on Seo-Jun’s shoulder, Seo-Jun immediately stood up and glared. 

Chung Ye-Jun let out a sigh, before backing off. 

"Alright, as per our deal, we won't interfere, right, Duri?" Chung Ye-Jun turns to her husband, Lee Duri, the other Co-President of the Lee Company with a smile.

"I will not go back on my word, however you must not ruin our reputation like that brother of yours." 

Seo-Jun narrowed her eyes at the father of hers, and begrudgingly nodded obediently. 

She hates them just as much as she hates this place. 

"Duri. I thought we decided to not speak of him anymore, after all, our successor has always been our lovely Seo-Jun right?" 

No, the successor was supposed to be her older brother, and no one else. 

"After all, she is a good child. Such a shame that you weren't a boy. That would've been perfect." 

Sometimes she wondered just what she did to deserve this? 

To them, nothing else mattered as long as Seo-Jun stayed with them, and she had to, for where would she go?

But that’s a misconception, Seo-Jun can go anyway but here. 

"I'll go myself." She excused herself without any sort of permission, but a call of her name stops her in place.

"Lee Seo-Jun. You won't forget us, will you? Make sure to send back your monthly quota and send us how you're doing from time to time!" A subtle nod, before she shuts the door behind her.

Behind the door, Seo-Jun could still hear them speak, and it’s almost too obvious, predicable and sickening that she wants to silence them.

How dare they?

"Honestly, if he was here, Seo-Jun wouldn't be so lonely. Why did he run away? He was doing so well in our education just like Seo-Jun." Chung Ye-Jun crosses her arms and winks at her husband. 

What do they know? 

"That is why she won’t fail us like that failure, Lee Suho. She is our successor after all."

Seo-Jun decided to not hear anymore of their bullshit and took large strides away, followed by a couple of unneeded security guards and assistants. 

Seo-Jun entered the elevator with the silent group of spies, people assigned to watch over her, and promptly ignored their pointed stares. Instead she looked outside the large glass windows and repeated the vow in her mind. 

Lee Company will fall.

The Lee Company stood proudly as always.

Lee Seo-Jun was a simple person.

An apartment near the school, with a two bedroom and two washrooms. A small kitchen with the bare essentials is all she needs.

Silence is her favorite noise, and loneliness is her best friend.

Normality is often overlooked, yet it's something she appreciated.

"Young Master! Welcome! I will be your butler-wait wait wait! Why are you pushing me out!?"

She slams the door in front of the innocent butler as she should, and ignores the banging on the door, or the calls of her name.

"Young Master! Just because you sent me money that could feed a person for a year, doesn't mean that I will leave you! I promised the Co-President that I would make sure you are fed everyday!"

She sends another hefty amount, as she should, to get rid of the nuisance, and for tips, she ensures to call the police.

"Young Master!"

Carlos Garcia is the type of person she hates the most.

Overzealous, annoying, and gives no care for her privacy.

But he is her butler (watcher) and if she does want to get rid of him, she would have to speak to her family again.

"Young Master! It's time for school!"

"..."

"Why didn't you tell me you were awake! C'mere! I made some tostadas-Young Master! You have to eat breakfast-"

She shuts the door behind her without hesitation and moves on with her day. 

“I know you don’t mean it Young Master! You saved me that day after all!” 

Seo-Jun pulls her hood over her head and sprints. 

“It’s a guy?! Dammit!” 

“Why is he not saying anything? Is he mute?”

“Why is he wearing a mask? Is he super ugly or something?”

“Fuck, another weirdo.” 

Seo-Jun doesn’t bother with introductions, instead, she writes her name on the board and makes her way to her assigned seat without saying another word. 

Though she did avoid one guy’s super obvious foot blocking her way. 

Before he could make a fuss, she sent a threatening look at him, basically telling him to shut up and not bother her if he wants to live. 

Like an obedient child, he shrinks away from the ominous aura and looks sideways. 

Seo-Jun heard whispers of awe and nervousness spread like an epidemic, and she’s already sick of it. 

The only reason she chose this shitty school was because it was so bad with gangs and drugs that it’s easy to hide behind these meat shields. 

Normalcy isn’t easy, as desirable it was. 

But Seo-Jun is more than ready to do what it takes for others to leave her alone and defend herself when times come.

After all, isn’t that what her parents' education is for?

“Hey. Get up.” Seo-Jun looks up from her phone and sees three large boys staring down at her with sneering expressions. 

She could already tell this was going to be a headache. 

“You, did you bully my junior? On your first day? You want to die?” 

“Kneel and apologize if you don’t want to get punched by our King, Zack!” Following their gestures. Seo-Jun shifted her sight to the tall man sitting with his feet on the desk. 

“Yea, Zack is a boxer!”

So what if he’s a boxer? 

Seo-Jun simply pushes herself up, and pushes them aside despite their disbelief.

She doesn’t have time to deal with them. 

“Oi. How dare you ignore us!?” Seo-Jun turned around swiftly and easily dodged their juvenile punches before tripping them over her leg. 

She doesn’t spare them another look, and instead turns back to the exit, ignoring the whispers. 

“Hey! You! Stop right there.” Just as she stopped, she leaned back slightly to barely dodge the powerful punch from a boxer. 

But she wasn’t fazed, instead, she spun around and swiped her feet at the boxer’s leg. Although the boxer did try to defend, she was faster due to throwing the man off guard. 

In the next moment, she narrowly dodged a quick punch to her chin and swiped the boxer off his feet. 

Zack promptly ended up on his butt as Seo-Jun didn’t wait to witness his existential crisis and immediately left the room that erupted into chaos a few seconds later. 

Seo-Jun hates her life, did she mention it before?

It’s only been a few days and she’s sick of everything. 

At home, Carlos will be there. 

At school, Zack and his little minions are stalking her, and now, other “gangster-wanna-bes” want to fight with her. 

Especially Vin Jin the wanna-be rapper, and…Vasco? What strange people with strange names. 

Also Eli the rainbow man, and Daniel, the new transfer that came in that also conveniently humiliated Zack, so now he has a vendetta against the both of us. 

But did Daniel have to look at her with those disgusting puppy eyes? 

What did she even do? Not bother him like everyone else? 

She doesn’t recall anything that would catch his attention…nevermind, it’s not worth her time. 

It’s annoying. 

That’s why she immediately left school and found a convenient store to eat for now. The one near her house, so she goes there often.

She quickly grabs what she needs, and scares the living shit out of the stupid bullies asking for alcohol with a single glare like usual, before paying her due. 

“T-Thank you.” Seo-Jun doesn’t answer, simply nods at the overweight cashier before finding a small table to sit at. 

Shoving snacks down her throat while fulfilling her quota for the month is hard as usual, but it doesn’t stop her from finishing some work. 

She chews on her bread while she quickly hacks into a famous company's security system and exiting before she is caught.

After cutting all ends loose, she takes a deep breath while she sips on her 5th cup of coffee of the day.

Work done as requested by her parents and…

“Jun?” 

“What do you want?” She whispered, and withheld a smile. 

“Don’t be so mean to your oppa. He might get hurt easily.” 

“Shut up.” She answered crudely even if she didn't want to. 

“Alright, I’ll treat you to a meal once they stop watching you as often. It’s been a while. But, before we do, can you help your oppa do some things? Just the usual.” 

“Don’t contact me.” His gruff laugh is full of guilt and melancholy, all of which is familiar yet unfortunate, but Seo-Jun doesn’t act out of character. 

For herself and for her brother. 

She endures and endures. 

“I knew I could rely on you.” 

She hangs up and shuts her laptop before packing up her stuff. 

When she arrives at the front, the cashier is looking at some snacks with funny eyes, as if he’s debating whether to devour the entire rack of snacks or not.

So she simply grabs what he’s staring intently at, and buys it with her own money, before pushing it towards him and leaving despite the confusion. 

Why is she doing this? Because this cashier has let her work in peace at the back many a times, she’s simply returning the favour. 

“Can I at least get your name!?” He yells out.

Seo-Jim chooses to ignore his question and simply replies.

“Take it or leave it.”

She didn’t stay to see the thankful, and tearful eyes from the cashier.

 

“If you beat me in arm-wrestling, I will leave you alone.”

When Vasco made that preposition, Seo-Jun agreed after some consideration. 

If she wins, while she gains popularity, but at least this boss man won’t bother her with his minions for a bit. If she loses, everyone will eventually forget about her. 

While both are equally tempting, she chooses the most ideal solution that benefits her life.

With a nod, she prepares herself. 

“Take off your hood.” 

“It won’t affect the outcome.” She says, and ignores all the background trash talk behind her.

“Don’t regret it.” 

If there is anything she knows about Vasco, it’s that this guy is stupidly naive and pure-hearted. 

The type she dislikes the most. 

When they clasp hands, she felt Vasco tense for a brief moment, as if coming to a realization, but he gathered his wits and gripped firmly.

“You are a man?” 

“What do you think?” Seo-Jun calmly replied before Jace, the monkey right-hand man of Vasco starts to count down.

“3, 2, 1, Go!” 

In an instant, the desk began to shake from the sheer pressure it was under. 

“What?! He’s matching Vasco in strength!” 

“No way! It’s equal! Both of them aren’t budging!” 

“Go Vasco! You got this!” 

It’s…disappointing really. 

“No! Vasco is losing?!” 

She chose to win.

Why? Not only does Vasco leave her alone, his crew and other people who fear Vasco will leave her alone. 

Furthermore, knowing Vasco’s personality, he will not rest until she showed him what he wanted and will bug her forever, saying that she didn’t use her full strength.

Not that she did anyway.

Compared to fighting Carlos…this is nothing. 

Just like that Seo-Jun slammed Vasco’s down firmly, locked and secured, as she looked at Jace for confirmation. Jace coughed nervously in shock, but them recovered promptly and declared.

“The winner is Lee Seo-Jun.” 

She immediately withdrew her hand and shook off her hand to relax her muscles. She glances at the shocked man before standing up. 

“Then, keep your promise, Vasco.” Just like that she leaves again, and sighing as she hears the rumour spread loud and wide. 

At least they’ll leave her alone.

At this point, she’s not surprised. 

“You, fight me.”

Lee Seo-Jun was not even close to them, in fact, once she saw them she turned the opposite way. But no, she got noticed.

What is with her shitty luck?!

With Daniel, Vasco, the daughter of a rich family and her bodyguard, Seo-Jun knew things would not go her way. 

“Lee Seo-Jun. The CEO talked about you.” 

“Gun, you mean this person is-” 

“Yea, this guy here is the one the CEO told us to look into.” 

Oh? Now that Seo-Jun thought about it, this girl here, she thought she saw her before, isn’t she the daughter of Choi Charles, the CEO of HNH? 

Then this man must be…ah, Park Gun? What a cringe name. 

Looks like hacking into their system was beneficial for both her and her brother. 

“Either come with us willingly, or you fight me.” Gun said as he took large strides towards her. 

She first looked for a way out, but appearantly Gun guessed the same and is more than ready to stop her if necessary.

“First to cause the other to fall to the ground wins. I don’t have time.”

So she takes the lead. If she can’t run, she might as well fight. 

A smirk rose on his face as he towers over her.

“Alright, the faster the better.” 

“Wait Lee Seo-Jun, that guy is strong.” Vasco states and looks concerned. Seo-Jim glances at him briefly and noticed that he was quite injured.

Although his concern was unwarranted. 

“Let’s get on with it then.” 

When the fight started, Seo-Jun noticed how Gun’s bored look slowly morphed to one of excitement and ecstasy. 

“You…where have you been hiding!?” 

Seo-Jun has done some research in the man before, so she has a broad idea of how he fights. She admits he’s stronger than many of her opponents she fought before.

But she fought and trained herself too much during her education to be defeated or fazed by this half naked man. 

“Very good! Lee Seo-Jun! Show me more-“

“You're annoying.” 

So when she does smash his face down to the ground after some difficulty and getting multiple injuries herself, she ensures he stays down by trapping him and landing solid punches on his face. 

Until Crystal tells her to stop. 

“It’s your win.” 

Seo-Jun lets go and jumps back immediately after Gun recovers almost instantly. His eyes were pitch black and he wore a giant smirk on his face. 

“Lee Seo-Jun! You…You are a girl?!” Daniel and Vasco exclaimed and flushed red. 

Seo-Jun blinks and notices that her clothing had been ripped in the process, revealing some parts of her scarred body, from her bruised abs to her bloodied toned shoulders and scarred legs. 

"What...Lee Seo-Jun, where did you get those injuries?!" Daniel ran over in worry.

"None of your business."

It was then she noticed her hood has fallen off due to the impact of Gun's punches, and her mask was ripped off in the fight.

What a shame.

Seo-Jun wasn’t flustered, at least she had her undergarments on and was still functional. 

The only thing now is that she can't pose as a boy anymore, unless she silence these people, which she doubts.

“Very good. To think you were the daughter of Lee Company…they were hiding you in Lee Suho’s shadow too well.” Gun applauded as he put his shoulder back to place. He finally puts on his glasses to cover his eyes.

Seo-Jun brushed off any excess dirt and dust and then sent a dark look to the rich duo before walking away. 

“Let’s have a complete fight one day, Lee Seo-Jun.” Seo-Jun jumped aside instinctively when someone’s coat was thrown at her. Gun smirked and she returned a disgusted look before ignoring the expensive jacket on the ground. 

“Wait Seo-Jun, you can’t go back looking like that!” 

“Seo-Jun. You are a strong girl.” 

With Daniel fussing over her appearance, she ended up taking his jacket and had to bear Vasco’s determined look for the rest of the school day as they wouldn’t leave her alone. 

So much for normalcy huh. 

Seo-Jun enjoyed her temporary peaceful life, but now she’s far gone, with gangs, companies, and the world knowing her name. 

Dammit Gun.

[brightlotusmoon]

Hey there, big fan of you and your fanfiction and I just need to get this out and “vent” about this to someone, and I feel like you may be the only one to understand and validate this opinion lol.

In the tmnt 2003 series it just ANNOYS ME so much on an unreal level how Mikey gets treated by the show writers. One that really annoys me is just SAINW and the good genes arc. Good genes for obvious reasons, we were robbed basically of that whole thing by them changing Donnie to be mutated instead of Mikey, but I never saw anyone mention SAINW’s potential before.

I CONSTANTLY see the statement “Mikey adds nothing to the team” and its just because THEY NEVER SHOW IT!! THATS WHY!! His role is supposed to be the heart and the glue that keeps the team together. The one that brings light in their dark ass lives. They had the perfect opportunity to do this in either good genes or SAINW and they blew it. Everyone knows Donnie has a role to play, so why not let Mikey be teleported to that future instead and have him be the one out of time. It just makes so much more sense to have that, to actually SHOW people the role he plays in the team and family. He could still even be a badass in that episode if they wanted, but just let him and his audience have that moment of realization in his importance. It could have worked for Good Genes too!! I just dont get why they barely let Mikey do shit or have any angst moments when others get plenty of it. And yea I know Laird was in control of the whole thing and Don was his favorite so that obviously means angst nepotism but still. Its just frustrating to see how people wont look at the bigger picture to see how important he really is. Its just UGRHHHH!!! Its even worse that 2003 is most peoples goto for the franchise whenever 2003 themselves rarely did Mikey any justice!! Its like I have to resort to fanfiction instead of canon because they actually just GET IT more than the writers do. Like I feel like Im going insane on this topic to the point Im ranting to my therapist about it because of my ocd compulsions and reassurance seeking includes this shit.

Im really hoping mutant mayhem will be different since Seth Rogen’s favorite is Mikey, so hopefully he will actually do him justice; with his works being Invincible and The Boys, im having high hopes for the writing capabilities of him. Here is to hoping if that it is the case then MM becomes the status quo.

Sorry for the rant, this has been on my mind for fucking ages and I feel you might be the only other one that I can say this to lol.

Awww, you remind me a little of me back in 2016 when I started this Tumblr as a literal storage place for ideas on exploring Mikey's psychology.

We DO have to resort to fanfiction! It's actually been that way since the late 90s. Uh. I helped start it. Got diagnosed with ADHD, looked at 2003 Mikey, went "guys hear me out" later got diagnosed autistic with the help of the people who coined neurodivergence, looked at 2003 Mikey and his brothers again, went "Sure, it's all of them!" and sat on it for years before writing it here.

In that time, there cropped up some writers who just really preferred to play with his silly side more than the rest of him, especially after 2012. I think we're going to cycle around to more 03 fanfiction pointing out Mikey's unspoken skills beyond mouthy, crafty, irritating, or weird.

That reminds me, I have a chapter to write from Leo's viewpoint on that.

[peachiseas]

is the existence of the wards really an issue? i always thought it was more world building than anything. we never meet or talk to the wards and and baxter obviously doesnt share their ideals so. yea the supremacy exists but is it a flaw if we never see it personally? it feels more like world building than a flaw in the story to me so im wondering if thats wrong. people wanting to know more about them tho is fucked up and weird and kab should stop responding to them, even if shes just saying she wont answer those questions.

Yes, it is a flaw, and it's a major one because you are forgetting about one particular little thing.

Despite what tumblr might have taught you, a significant part of Our Life's playerbase is not white.

I have met so many people of different backgrounds through this fandom, but you know what tends to be a common link for them?

"Yeah, I like Baxter or think he's alright, but I can never finish his DLC cause of his family and how uncomfortable it made me"

This has become quite the sore spot among the community, especially with black and brown players because why would you bring such an awful topic up through one of your own LIs. It doesn't add anything to the story, the one conversation it's brought up in doesn't explain why exactly he cut them off besides just "oh because they were bigots teehee" when those sort of conversations Need to be fully explored in order to be conveyed well because otherwise you're tackling on the fact that Baxter could have easily internalized those white supremacist values. We need to know what he did to unlearn them, but in a game like Our Life, why bring it up then if you're not going to explain it in depth.

So that brings the question of whose comfort was this inclusion for? It's not for black or brown players. It's not for Muslim or Jewish players. And sure as fuck it ain't gay people. White people who are born majorly christian in their beliefs? Most likely, because they won't feel targeted by these people, but in a game that's main selling point is supposed to be safe for LGBT+ people and people of color, they sure as hell decided to alienate a good chunk of their playerbase for white people who didn't need that comfort.

It's a stupid inclusion that didn't need to be in the game. Everyone before the initial beta of that section was released thought his parents were just helicopter parents who just sucked and that was fine? But making them white supremacists??? It's so obvious she wanted to include something like this but gave it no nuance and how it would affect the player's views on Baxter.

TLDR, if you're not going to make a poignant point in your stories to actively be ten toes into explaining white supremacy and how your LI had to unlearn it due to being raised by white supremacists then you shouldn't include it point blank. The fact that hasn't been taken out yet proves to me that Kab really thought it's fine and is not trying to make Baxter's route a safe playthrough for people of color like Cove and Derek are.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

i know many have said this but your totk thought pieces are SO cathartic to read, it puts my grievances into words as i found the story to be all vibes and no substance. i'm really curious to hear your opinion on the yiga in totk, as unlike ganondorf they actually have fleshed out motives. i'm happy with their goofy team rocket portrayal but disappointed with their absence in the plot. at times it felt like they only existed for zonai schematics and depths tutorial advice.

Heyy!! Thank you so much, I am very glad to read this. It's always good to be reminded that there is a use for all this virtual ink despite the growing complaints. At the same time, I know many people who were really disappointed who almost felt like they were going crazy in the never-ending wave of praise, and... Yea. Like the game is enormously good in many ways, but I don't think it's bad to point out that there is massive room for improvement still; that way, the next game can be even better! I'm also not sure why people think it's a lost fight by default, like Nintendo will NEVER improve and NEVER change, even though they clearly listened to the complaints about the lack of immediacy, the weapon durability system, the dungeons... I even think they listened for the story, even though I feel very little love for what they prioritized and how it was done and, to be a little ungenerous and not 100% fair, I think a lot of people conflate narration and setpieces --but it apparently worked for the majority, so?? They did improve. It's only a lost cause if people are not vocal and already call themselves perfectly content with what already exists (which, for people who are, I guess is fine --but I'm not fine with this, so I am Annoying on the Internets). I guess that's how I justify the time spent writing about it? Who knows. Anyway! Thanks!

The Yiga Clan was so fun! Everytime they showed up I was so delighted by their shenanigans and the energy and the life and conflict they bring to the table inherently. I suppose they could have been integrated better (but like, nobody was well integrated in my opinion, and they were pretty low in my list of priority of "good integration" I suppose, since they were tied to the Sheikah and therefore a more relevant presence in BotW anyway), but I also kind of love that they have all of this secret content you only unlock by investing in their presence in Hyrule, which isn't at all that obvious to stumble upon for the unassuming player. The Yigas were one of the high points of the game for me, even though we do lose some of their original motivation (which was never super present in BotW either tbh), and we continue having this problem of no meaningful opposition to Hyrule's supremacy, but. The silliness was a breath of fresh air and Kohga and his onesided courtship of Ganondorf that we keep on rudely interrupting was really Something, and I had a great time making his life worse and also probably saving his life in the long run in a roundabout way Kohga baby no you Can't Fix the Demon King he won't magically become different and special for you no matter how many mechas you build him I'm sorry :((

[tgc-critical]

[Reddit] I should've never come back

Post below for those who don't want to go onto Reddit:

Just a little rant so don't read if you don't want the negativity.

As someone who played in 2020 coming back to this game now, I really regret it. After playing for a month, some of the new areas feel empty and not fleshed out (nine colored deer and little prince). There's too many events and too many of them are half a**ed. Valley tournament was a joke, days of sunlight/moonlight looked nice, but there really wasn't much to do in them. It's so obvious that every new event is just a way for them to sell us new things. I would much rather have well thought out events with bigger breaks in between each one, rather than multiple stacked on top of each other.

The biggest gripe is that TGC seems to have changed. It feels like they don't care about their player base at all. All they're focused on now is making as much money as possible. The game is supposed to be about friendship, supporting one another, and creating some sort of meaning. But it just feels so fake to me, knowing that this is the way the company acts. It honestly ruins the whole experience. I loved this game when it came out. I loved playing it, knowing that the people who made the game really cared about it and stood for what the game was about. There was actual meaning behind it. But now it's nothing but a way for TGC to prey on players through FOMO and subtle manipulation.

I just watched Nastymold's video on the Moomin beta stuff, and not a single outfit will be completed without having to spend some sort of money on it. And so far another video has said that days of mischief will have 11 IAPs...like that's insane for a game like this. Yea the prices could change, but let's be honest, it really aint gonna change that much. And I always see people say, "you don't have to have every cosmetic", but the thing is, I want to have every cosmetic??? I don't need it, but I want it?? That's the whole point of this game for a lot of us, and TGC knows it. We want the pretty clothes so we can run around and look nice and have fun. If I didn't want any of the cosmetics, I wouldn't play this game. Like, if everyone had the default moth skin, would many people play this game? I don't think so.

People say to just pick one or two things from every update that you like. But what if you like a lot of them??? Isn't it natural to be a bit frustrated that you have to shell out like 20$ for each thing? I'm so conflicted now since I really do love this game for the core of what it is. I also love the cosmetics, but knowing that I don't have the self control to stop myself from buying like 5 things each time, I feel like I have no choice except to leave. Good for you if you do have the self control, but I know a lot of us don't, and that's what TGC is banking on (literally).

I don't want to stop playing, but I don't want to spend hundreds of dollars on a game with a company this greedy. And the funny thing is, if they priced things cheaper, adjusted the prices to local currencies, and actually cared about their players, I'd be more than happy to support them. I work a full time job, I have cash to spare, but the way TGC acts disgusts me and I cannot justify giving them anymore money.

It sucks that I have to force myself to quit, because I know if I stay, I'll just spend more money on this game and end up feeling guilty about it in the long run. Enjoy the game if you can. I hope TGC changes for the better.

[spicehill]

a few post 2.5 characterization notes.

obvious spoilers? yea.

okay so admittedly I am typing this while still pretty darn sick, so if something doesn't make sense grammatically i am actually begging you to point it out to me so I can fix it when i'm not Dying lmao. but here we go:

as I've said in a few places in the server, I'm really not in love with the fact that hoyo's taken away jiaoqiu's ability to see as a consequence of his poisoning when he was already dealing with the loss of his sense of taste in the last thirty years. like just make him deaf too at this point smh -- but forreal ok let's discuss jiaoqiu's current condition and what he is and isn't doing re: lingsha's orders.

the state of jiaoqiu's vision.

tl;dr, it's severely impaired but not completely gone.

lingsha's report describes it as "function blindness", ie. legal blindness, suggesting he still has some ability to see, but it is impaired profoundly enough that even corrective lenses don't do much to help. I'm choosing to interpret this as difficulty discerning people and his environment clearly at a distance greater than two feet, but still some ability to see with some detail (color, clear shapes and features, text, etc.) when something or someone is within twelve inches of his face. this would explain his ability to still use his phone, though I'd imagine he's relying slightly more on accessibility features as trying to type a reply with the phone screen right in his face is probably. quite taxing. when you're further away from him, he can make out a rough shadow of where you are, how tall you are, and so on. so, if he really needs to see something, he can like... get right up close to it, I suppose.

because of this impairment ( and a dash of trauma lmao ), I'm hard-pressed to think he's willingly going to go anywhere without someone he knows and trusts escorting him, unless he wound up there by mistake. see: his theory for how he wound up where he is in the current abyss event, kinda just stumbled in here and got separated from the rest of the yaoqing squad.

the state of jiaoqiu's diet.

yeah, sorry, you can peel the spices out of his cold dead hands. lingsha's report insists on him cutting spice out of his diet for the sake of ongoing nerve damage, though at his age and with how little he really enjoys in life, it doesn't seem like he's taking her guidance 100% seriously. the hotpot text messages suggest he may actually be trying to branch out to more balanced ( and less exclusively spicy ) dishes, so perhaps he's cutting back, but not cutting the spice completely as ordered. also unlikely he'll stay out of the kitchen and away from knives, but maybe he'll ask for some help with that, too.

the state of jiaoqiu's overall wellbeing.

he'll be the first to tell you that he's already an old fox -- all of this is a little astounding, still being here at all. I don't think he planned on surviving to see if his efforts to cure feixiao with hoolay's heart were successful -- and though he says he's content and has no regrets with her non-answer to the status of her condition, I think that was said more for her sake than saying the truth of how he feels. a lot of jiaoqiu's dynamic with feixiao seems to have that in their history -- saying what needs to be heard instead of what is actually believed.

lingsha's report makes it sound like he's in about of good as spirits as he always is, which is to say: pleasant, polite, managing, eager to try some more food lmao. probably subduing some underlying pain with whatever he can put together himself and whatever the alchemists on the luofu think might help as well.

I think some small part of him realizes he'd be more content being gone and not knowing if hoolay's heart was the cure she needed, as opposed to this current reality: living to sense that it was the right cure, but it somehow... didn't work. and honestly, her not getting cured is probably the lesson his master intended all along; does failure make the last fifteen to twenty years at her side pointless? probably not.

but the whole issue of what his master wanted him to learn, oof....... that's a discussion for another day! and maybe another time completely. several months or even years from now.

I don't think the story of the yaoqing trio is over just yet, and I do think we'll see more of them in the future -- hopefully, with jiaoqiu's vision returning in full ( before he keels over of old age, that is 😉)

[spideyznuts]

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Pt 2/2

Proofread? Nah

Warnings? none basically

note from author: haven't started writing but im so sorry for the grammar and punctuation in advance and if you didn't read pt 1 then u should :)

under this the story starts :)

His heart shattered. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I…"

He looked down, hiding his tears.

"I missed you. I've missed you for so long."

The look of a heartbroken lover, was obvious. The grief on his face was painful to witness. It was hard to imagine someone who had so much love for someone. Only for them to completely forget him.

"Please… please… I need you to remember."

His eyes went back up, looking at you. With a pleading look and a face full of tears. you where pretty nervous, what are you supposed to do when someone is crying? I don't know either. "Uh..don't cry, what if its like..A puzzle?" you where just walking at that point, doing anything to make him stop crying. Wanderer just looked at you confused. "A puzzle?"

"Yea, a puzzle. you have to put all the pieces together!"

He thought about what you said, his mind raced. Trying to piece together, everything he believed to be a forgotten dream, but it was a reality and he had to convince you.

"I… I know all of the pieces. But what if… What if you don't have the pieces? What if they're lost, forgotten? What then…?"

He was still trying to see it, the chance of hope. To make you remember everything.

"it won't hurt to try, will it?"

He looked at you. The look of grief in his eyes, but also the look of an eternal optimist. Hoping to make you remember. Even if there was a chance of failure, his heart still hoped beyond hope that you would remember.

"Of course, it's worth a shot…"

He was willing to try, do anything to make you remember him

He took a moment to think, everything he believed. From the look in your eyes, to the touch of her hand on his. Every moment of them was in his thoughts.

"Do you remember the way we first met?"

This was the most important piece.

"Afraid not, could you tell me about it?"

He smiled at you. You was willing to try, this would be a long and tedious process. He was ready to pour his heart out to you. Reminding you of everything and making you remember.

"Of course! It was a beautiful day. I walked up to you in this very cafe. It was a sunny day, you sat in a very elegant and relaxed manner"

He continued describing, everything that lead up to their first moment. he explained everything in great detail so you could at least try and remember. you listened intently trying to remember, you didn't really know what she was remembering but you still tried.

You chuckled "You almost tripped when you walked up to me"

His memory quickly went back in time. The moment his eyes landed on you and the moment he walked over, he suddenly tripped. The look of embarrassment on his face. But it was all a memory that he remembered.

"Oh. Um.. that was embarrassing. But I was too shy to say hi at first. I think my feet had a different opinion though."

Wanderer couldn't help but chuckle, as he recalled the memory of him tripping. It was funny yet he felt so embarrassed and shy at the same time.

you two kept talking as he helped recall your memory, the more he talked the more you remembered.

He kept on talking about the little things, the details about that day, that very moment. With each word he spoke, you began to remember. And slowly but surely, the memories came back to you.

Slowly, you began to remember it all. You where once again, in love with him. you felt a warm glow in your heart, the memory of the man you loved came to you.

you where now in the memories with him again. Remembering everything. All the moments you shared together. They were no longer forgotten.

he kept talking, letting you remember. Watching his beloved remember the love and memories they had. It made him so happy, he was grinning from ear to ear. He felt like his heart would explode, but it was all good. He was happy.

He never wanted to be forgotten, and finally, he wasn't. he abruptly kissed you, you where taken aback by his sudden movement.

"I missed you so much. So very much."

He held her tight and gave her a kiss. He was back with the lover of his life. No more memories of their love forgotten.

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End note from spideynuts: I really tried for this and like i cringed a shit ton when i wrote this so yeaa