#and then i got hyperfocused for an entire day

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🍃🍂🍃🍂 autumn is here 🍂🍃🍂🍃

just some random cozy outfits and a hint of ✨️spooky✨️ from Charles :3

[pseudowho]

Motherhood had altered your 'turn-ons'; not that you lusted after mankind as a whole-- Kento was enough.

His cologne, split with the smooth tang of sweat on work-ripened skin. His hands, alternately gentle and rough, peach-handling or blade-wielding. The authority only the world saw; the authority only you felt.

Dressed-up, dressed-down, undressed, dressing you down, undressing you. Breaking you only to reform you with gold, tied with red thread, whispering you to completion in the dark sacred night.

So (you corrected yourself, as you watched Kento jog after your daughter at the indoor play centre) motherhood had not altered your turn-ons; it had added to them. Stacking high now, you considered the tower of your adoration was just as likely to be stable, as unstable; its endurance or toppling entirely at Kento's mercy.

The arrival at soft-play was a sensory nightmare-- one of many you could tolerate as a mother when you wouldn't have, before.

Obnoxious children's music blared, cut by screams and shouts and cries and calls and whirls and swirls of kids darting and weaving, watched and unwatched, by helicopters or the disinterested. The cocktail was potent, spiked. Your headache started behind your left eye.

Kento saw you. He was unfairly loaded at his own insistence, with change-bag and snack-bag and car keys and your daughter, planking and chattering, a possessed surfboard beneath his arm.

"Sit down-- have a coffee." Kento rumbled, low and slow, unclipping his watch into your cupped hands as you began to argue. "You've had her all week. You need a break."

"You've been at work all week, Kento, you need a break--"

"Don't argue. You know it's not the same. Sit down. Have a coffee."

He lied to you for your benefit; you could feel the bone-deep weariness of him, surely needing a day of sofa-bound naps over a day of childrearing. Alas; parenthood. And he would continue to take bullets for you, even to his own detriment. You knew this. You had planned ahead for this.

As you peered down at your phone, smiling at an eagerly awaited reply, your daughter piped up, bouncing on little toes, her pigtails bouncing too.

"'lide, daddy. Let's go fast. Faster. Race you."

Kento hummed, smiling. "Slide, you mean?"

"I said it. 'lide." Your daughter moved to dart to the towering play area, a flash of lightning into a maelstrom, and you caught her. Kento was distracted, looking into the swarm of other peoples' children, oddly, as he looked at a swarm of Curses. You whispered into your daughters' ear as Kento slipped his boots off.

"Hey, missus, listen."

Your baby girl perked up, sweet and conspiratorial, goofy-teethed and dimple-cheeked, whispering back.

"What is it, mummy?"

"I've got a surprise for daddy. So don't tell him...come here, mummy needs to whisper."

Lips at an ear; tiny hands clasping over a mouth, fizzlepopping with excitement. A long finger against lips; a little finger against lips. A secret pact.

"Are you ready, young lady? I'll get you in three...two..."

Kento reached down for your daughter, his hands clawed, a wolfish grin on his lips. Your daughter knew what it meant; she shrieked with panicked laughter, bolting. The monster formerly known as 'Daddy' dashed after her.

The coffee was shit; you didn't mind, instead hyperfocused on how Kento and your daughter would dip out of sight into the rainbow maze, only to reappear minutes later, with Kento looking more ravaged each time.

On the first loop round, Kento looked unfazed, unruffled, still clipped in his t-shirt and jeans. You simply admired the sultry half-smile he offered you, and the cling of fabric to his thick biceps, before he swept after your daughter again.

On the fifth loop round, flicks of hair escaped over Kento's forehead, the veins on his arms prominent from throwing and tumbling and monstering. He panted, his muscle so much heavier to carry than your birdlike daughter's personal load. Kento's playful growl, running after your giggling daughter, was deeper; huskier. You squirmed, sipping your shit latte.

On the eleventh loop round, a fine sheen of sweat misted Kento's forehead, a flush dashed on high cheekbones. His broad chest heaved, and he stretched his arms back, cracking his neck from side-to-side, with a groan usually heard only when he exerted himself above you, for less wholesome pleasures.

With furrowed brows, Kento prowled the bottom of the slide, and your daughter shrieked, scrabbling to get away from him as he lunged. Your daughter was bicep-curled up to Kento's face, laughing uproariously at his ferocious tummy-raspberries, before being set free, once more, for the hunt. You could not cope, aching, desperately hoping you had the energy left to sweat for him at the end of the day.

By the twenty-first? twenty-third? twenty-fifth? loop round, Kento jogged to a heavy halt, his shoulder blades taut as he bent double, hands braced against his own knees. You heard him panting, cursing under his breath, one long rusty groan. It was all too much-- Kento needed a break. You were unhinged and unsupervised. Surely there had to be some relief--

"Yo, Mrs.Nanamin! Am I late?"

A vision in peach, Yuuji flopped into the chair opposite you, with hands in his pockets and man-spread with a square-jawed, boyish grin. He stood taller than Kento, now, a full-grown man...but still shrunk beneath Kento's chastisement and lectures.

"Right on time, Yuuji. Are you sure you don't mind? It's all a bit..." You looked into the raucous soft-play, searching for words, "...feral."

Yuuji beamed, ruffling his own hair and kicking his shoes off. "Nah. I was gonna go to the gym anyway, but this seems more fun as workouts go."

You called out to your daughter as she reached the bottom of the slide, and Kento looked up, sweating and exhausted. "Baby! Your big brother's here!"

A gasp of thrill from your daughter, and Kento was all but forgotten by her as she pelted towards Yuuji instead, leaping into his arms. She slapped his scrunched cheeks, aggressively overjoyed.

"Big brother-- big brother-- big brother--"

"Yeah yeah, little sister, little sister-- c'mon squirt, I'm gonna getcha! Hey-- Dad--- uh, Nanamin! Gotta go!"

Kento watched his children run away with dewy eyes, his body still thickened by exercise and heavy breaths. You bit your lip as Kento approached, eyes half-lidded as you drank him in. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he gulped back water and gasped, husky with relief.

"God, I love that boy." Kento rumbled.

You melted to see Yuuji reach the bottom of the slide with your daughter on his lap. "Yeah...me too."

"He's saved my life...three times, now."

You laughed, your eyes dipped, tugging Kento to you by the hem of his t-shirt and beckoning him down with one curled finger.

"Think you'll still have some energy later?" You whispered, your breaths mingling with promise.

Kento's eyes narrowed, glimmering, his nose kissing yours. "For that? Always."

[aviradasa]

Hi hi again ! I just wanna say I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the chubby reader x Larry n' Sal hdcns you wrote !! It's very nice and comforting, and really made my night - I can't stop re-reading them :') . THANK YOUUU 👹🖤‼️

Anyway, I was wondering if you could do something similar to the chubby reader hdcns, but with an ADHD!reader ? Just some Larry n' Sal with an adhd having gf hdcns ! Pls & ty, ilyyy <3

(also, if you're not comfortable with writing these, or don't know abt the symptoms of adhd [with depression & anxiety symptoms, bc it's a big struggle for me personally lol], no pressure abt writing these hdcns !! Remember to eat and stay hydrated <333 !!!)

Heyyy I actually loved writing this as I've struggled for years with depression as well and me and my family have been unsure if it's Adhd or autism since I was a kid lmao So here is

Larry,sal x Adhd!Girlfriend!Reader (separate)

Sal:

Sal is really good with you

He's a really calming person to be around, so if you're really struggling that day, he's got you

If you're too hyperfocused and forget to take care of yourself, he will find a way to pull you away without bothering you. Even if it's just for a bit so you can eat or something

But if you have trouble focusing? Well, sals next to you and talking you through whatever you're trying to to.

He will even help you.

One day, you started frantically cleaning your room. Pulling stuff from the drawers pulling the stuff out from under your bed. Unloading your desk.

But then once you saw the amount of stuff, you kinda froze up. not sure where to even start.

You were honestly so overwhelmed you almost had a breakdown, but then sal walked into your guys' room, looking confused as shit asking you what's going on.

He waited patiently as you explained, and then he sat on the ground with you and started helping you organize everything,talking you through the process the entire time to keep you from getting more overwhelmed.

He's a damn angel

And once you guys got done and the room was back in order, you guys put on a movie and just passed out

If it's a day where you can't seem to sit still. He won't try to stop you.

Naw, he's saying ok come on, let's go to the apartments and run around checking on the ghost.

He doesn't try to hold you in place or stop you he tries to encourage you to do what you need to in a healthy way.

Also, if losing or misplacing things is a struggle for you, that's fine, don't worry.

Cause either he knows where it is or he's looking for it with you. And sometimes, when he sees something in an odd place, he will just grab it and put it where it should be.

And then when you need it, you don't have to go on a scavenger hunt.

On days where you can't seem to drag yourself outta bed or you're just not doing good with racing thoughts

He's with you. If you both have class that day, he will coax you out of bed,

and while you guys are driving there you guys will talk about it, and if you can't put it into words, he will just tell you stuff to get your mind off it

If you don't have class, he will lay with you, and you guys will just put on a show and chat, which makes you feel a bit better

He's like your other half at this point, and it's nice to have some calm when things get crazy

Overall, you both have a pretty good system, and if he's having issues, you help him out too, so it's a pretty win-win you

guys are great together

Larry:

Well, now Larry, I think, has a bit of it to but a little different. He's more on the hyper focus end.

He will get to painting or playing a game, and he's not moving from that spot until it's done, and if you are also hyper focused at the same time it can start off good but then can get a bit unhealthy

It's whoever comes out of it first that will snap the other out of it

But if you're having trouble focusing, he will do his best to help, but let's be honest, you both will probably end up distracted

One day, you were trying to work on a project for one of your classes and you were stuck because you had so much to do and didn't know where to start.

So you tried to put on some music. We'll that didn't work too well because now you're sitting there watching MTV music videos.

By the time Larry got back, you were spaced out at the screen with your project forgotten sitting next to you.

He asked you what it was, and when you told him, he asked if it was done and you ended up explaining that you got stuck.

Well, he sits down with you and takes a look at it and also kinda blanks. Then you guys started talking, and the conversation ventured off, and yall ended up rushing it the night before.

At least he tried lmao.

Now, if it's a hyper day for you guys and you're running around trying to do a bunch of stuff, he will probably roll a joint and give it to you like.

Smoke this.

After you do, it can have one of two reactions

1 you actually slow down and are able to chill for a bit, or 2 it just makes you wanna go on an adventure.

If it's the second you guys end up in a gas station getting snacks and then heading over to sals to bother him and his girl it's cool they don't mind lol.

Now, when it comes to misplaced objects it really fucks with larry. Like I said in my general Larry HCs, he's messy but in an organized way.

So if he's digging around trying to find a certain paintbrush and he ends up finding it in the living room instead of in his art area he it really fucks with him.

But he's not mad he's just more confused and like what the fuck I didn't put that there.

And if he asks you and you don't remember, then you guys jokingly blame the ghosts. You both know it probably wasn't them but it's a Lil inside joke.

Now, for days, you can't get up, he stays with you. He's either in the same boat or he just feels bad and understands. Sometimes, he will lay with you, and you both might smoke and talk to each other. Or he will put on a show or music and paint while you do you.

It's just nice to know he's there and that he cares.

Overall, you guys got a lot going on, but you guys manage it as well as you can and what's important is that you do it together 🖤

[pitchburgh]

Happy Make A Terrible Comic Day!!

Please welcome everyone's favorite bunny band Amplified Joyride to their first appearance in a decade! They're opening for an international headliner! Wow!!

OPEN THIS PIT UPPPPPP

some behind the scenes and chatter under the cut 🥕 💕

When I was 14 or so, I started drawing little bunnies in a band called Amplified Joyride. At first they were just doodles in a sketchbook, but soon I was putting them in comics chronicling their adventures. Most of my early work was on printer paper and ballpoint pen, although as I got into my late teens I started using better materials. I spent a lot of college drawing then as well. Cartooning used to be my favorite hobby.

But when I was in my early twenties, I stopped.

I didn't stop on purpose. Shit happened. You know how it is.

Yesterday I saw a post about "make a terrible comic day." Last night I drove two hours to see Bloodywood in Pittsburgh and had the time of my life. One of the openers was a local hard rock band called Shattered, who spent their set shredding and jumping and strutting like they were headlining a sold-out crowd at MSG. The intersection of scrappiness and showmanship was an absolute joy, and I started to imagine Amplified Joyride might act in a similar situation.

Today's comic was inevitable.

Is it a terrible comic? No, I think I betrayed the "just do it" spirit of the holiday and spent too much time on it, although I skipped digital editing entirely (beyond some tone correction so it would look okay on a screen).

But I'm delighted that I participated and I'm delighted to see my little friends in Amplified Joyride again. My infinite gratitude to the organizers, to last night's bands, to the sea of metalheads I joined in Pittsburgh, to my mom for bringing me dinner while I hyperfocused on bunnies, and to everyone who read this. You've all helped return something very special to me.

[oscconfessions]

I apologize for the very long rant, but there's something that's been bothering me about the OSC and I need to get it off my chest.

I don't know if it's just me, but does anyone else feel like the OSC is kinda dying? It feels like, within these last several years, the charm of the OSC's plethora of animated shows and projects are just... dead. There seems to only really be two main options for the OSC and that's either BFDI (I'm including all seasons like BFDIA and TPOT) or Inanimate Insanity. I feel like since ONE finished, there hasn't really been any alternative show of ACTUAL GOOD QUALITY that's consistently going on. And while I can't speak too much on BFDI's community (I never really engaged with that community simply because I just don't like BFDI), I definitely feel like II's community has degraded and is NOTHING like how I remember it to be. To be fair, I have joined the OSC rather late, joining around 2021, but even then, the community felt far more different. It actually felt like a COMMUNITY. When I first joined, people seemed more friendly, there were interesting AUs people were posting about all the time, there was so much speculation and excitement over the next II episode (or episodes in other object shows), and overall the OSC felt more connected. But, I swear, when Inanimate Insanity Invitational started, it felt like everything changed. All of a sudden, people left and right were being called out as groomers, pedos, racists, and all kinds of horrible things. Every day, it felt like someone new was getting a 16 page google document published about their deeds. I swear I could see in real time people becoming more and more distant in the OSC. New shows were constantly canceled after the first episode, and excitement and creative AUs just... stopped. Everything became so... centralized and, in a way, corporatized, hyperfocused on III and TPOT. The OSC stopped feeling like a community, and the shows that were focused on felt more like corporate content. It's like these shows, or maybe just the surrounding communities, lost their soul. In general, I swear, I feel like everyone got so loud and angry a few years ago and burnt themselves out. Now everything's silent. At least, not as fun, creative, and community-based like it used to be.

Now, It's entirely possible that I'm completely wrong about the OSC, and I really hope I am. Maybe I just haven't been looking in the right places, maybe it's because I left twitter, maybe I've just been missing all the new shows and I just need to find them.

But... Am I really the only one who feels this way? Has anyone else noticed this... disconnected feeling in the OSC? Like we're no longer a community of creatives who's excited and passionate about their AUs and personal projects, rather just... consuming the next episode from two big shows without engaging in an actual community? Am I making any sense here?

BTW, I mean no shade to the creators of II or BFDI, or their communities. I LOVE II, and I appreciate BFDI for its charm and the sheer length of time that show has been going on for. However, I deeply miss the community I once knew. It feels so lonely here. Who knows, maybe everyone just moved on, and I just haven't caught up yet (that happens to me a lot tbh with my hyperfixations). But I guess I'm surprised just how fast everyone moved on.

Please tell me if this sentiment is really a thing or if I'm dead wrong. I miss the OSC that I knew so much, it kind of breaks my heart.

.

[ghosty-zero]

Sonadow one shot number #25: Late Night

Sonic hummed to himself as he walked into his apartment, swinging his keys around his finger. The door swung open with a familiar creak, and he stepped into the comforting embrace of his own space. The smell of last night's pizza still lingered faintly in the air, but it was overpowered by the scent of rain-soaked earth that had followed him in. He tossed his coat over the arm of the couch, the water droplets leaving dark spots on the fabric.

The moon sent a soft, gentle glow through the kitchen window, displaying the mess he had been pretending didn't exist since this morning. Dirty dishes towered in the sink, a mountain of them, a reminder of his solo dinner party for one. The fridge hummed a low, sad song of emptiness. He hadn't done groceries in a while. Sonic sighed, his stomach rumbling a protest at the sight. He'd have to settle for the leftover pizza again. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a plate, double checking to make sure it was clean, and sliced off a generous piece. The cheese stretched out like a rubber band before snapping back into place with a satisfying sound.

The living area was no better than the kitchen. His favorite blue couch, which had seen better days, was buried under a sea of game controllers, comic books, and a week's worth of discarded clothing. Sonic stepped over a pile of laundry, feeling the soft squish of a forgotten sock under his shoe. He flipped on the TV with the remote, letting the blue light wash over the room as he sank into the couch, plate in hand. The local news was on, something about a string of burglaries in the neighborhood. He took a bite of the pizza, the cheese sticking to the roof of his mouth.

The doorbell rang, and he froze. Should I get it? It's late. Maybe it's a neighbor who needs help with something? Sonic's curiosity got the better of him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand and headed towards the door, plate still in hand. Peering through the peephole, he saw...no one? That's odd. He looked around, but the hallway was empty.

Why did I forget that pranks exist? Sonic thought to himself as he shuffled back to the living room. 

"Sonic."

Sonic screamed, jumping out of his skin. He flung his plate out of pure fear, sending the pizza flying across the room where it splattered against the wall. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum.

None other than Shadow stood in his living room, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.

"SHADOW?! How did you get in here? What the frick are you doing here?!"

"You left your window open," Shadow said matter-of-factly. "You should be more careful."

Sonic blinked. "I know I should close my window, but you can't just break into people's houses!"

"It's not breaking in if you didn't lock it," Shadow said, taking a step forward. "This place is filthy. I can assume you have an entire new ecosystem living inside your walls."

"It's not that bad," Sonic said defensively, though the pizza slowly making its way down the wall begged to differ. "How did you even know where I lived?"

"I followed you." Shadow said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Sonic blinked. "You followed me to my apartment to jumpscare me?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I wanted to see you."

"....are you drunk, Shads?"

Shadow hesitated for a few seconds too long before scoffing dramatically. "The Ultimate Life Form does not-"

"How many fingers am I holding up right now?"

Shadow squinted. "....six."

"Trick question! You're drunk!"

Shadow looked almost offended before suddenly hyperfocusing on something on the couch. He leaned over, grabbing a single glove that had been abandoned there. He stared at it for a few seconds, as if he didn't know what to do with it. His eyes flickered between Sonic and the glove.

"....I like your hands."

Sonic flushed, feeling his cheeks turn pink. "Uh...thanks, Shads. You want to sit down?"

"Do you have food?"

"Well, I did, before you scared it into the wall. Ask the wall if it was good, I guess."

Shadow frowned, and then turned on his heel towards the kitchen. Sonic followed, curious to see what he was up to. Shadow pulled open the fridge, staring inside like a man lost at sea who had just discovered land. His eyes were wide with awe and confusion. Sonic winced as he watched him reach into the back of the fridge, pulling out an old takeout container.

"If I open this and I see mold, I'm throwing up," Shadow threatened.

"I...can't really promise that," Sonic said awkwardly.

Shadow popped the lid off, and Sonic watched his nose wrinkle in disgust.

"That's gross," Shadow said, slamming the lid back on.

"Okay, so I forgot about one takeout container. What are you going to do about it?"

Shadow huffed, looking around as if trying so hard to find something to occupy his time.

"How many drinks did you have, man? Did Rouge get you drunk?"

"Rouge has a higher tolerance than I do," Shadow said. "And I've had four. No...five....no, that doesn't sound right."

"Shads, I think you should-"

"Shut up, I'll get there, give me a minute. I know I had more than..." He stared off into space for a solid five seconds. "ten."

"Ten? Dude, how are you not passed out right now?"

"I'm better than most at holding my liquor...however, I am seeing two of you."

Sonic rubbed his eyes. This was definitely the weirdest visit he had ever received. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. I wanted to see you."

Sonic felt his face flush again. "Well...here I am. You've seen me."

Shadow stared at him for a few seconds, then chuckled. "Have you always been this funny?"

"Uh...I like to think so..."

Shadow fell silent, just looking dead in Sonic's eyes. Sonic froze, staring back out of sheer bewilderment. What is he doing? Sonic's heart was racing, unsure if he was about to be complimented or criticized. Or was this a new type of staring contest? Are we about to fight? Is this like a final boss battle in a game where we have to stare each other down before the actual fight begins? I'll stare right back, mostly out of fear.

"Wanna do it?"

Sonic blinked, his brain processing the words.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want to do it?"

"Repeat that?"

"You. Me. Sex."

Sonic stared at him. The room was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the news broadcast still playing in the living room. It took every ounce of willpower Sonic had in his body to not laugh. He knew if he did, he would never hear the end of it from Shadow.

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"No, I'm asking if you want to have sex with me. There's a difference."

"Ah yes, thank you. Very kind of you to explain."

"Do you want to?"

"Do...you want to?"

"I believe so."

Sonic tried so hard to keep a straight face, but his mouth was twitching with a smile. "Oh, you believe so?"

"Yes."

"Do you not know?"

"I know."

"Then what's the answer?"

"Yes."

"Yes...to what?"

Shadow suddenly looked confused, his eyes flickering back and forth as if trying to recall the question. Then it clicked in his brain. "Sex. Yes, sex."

"You want to have sex with me. Me. Me, Sonic the Hedgehog. Not Amy, not Rouge-"

"No, not them. I want you."

"Me? Sexually?"

"Yes."

"So you're attracted to me? Romantically?"

".....what was the question?"

"Dear chaos, uh....well, you're drunk, so....technically I shouldn't-"

"Took too long, answer's changed," Shadow said, looking around for another distraction.

"No, no, wait-"

"I'm bored of you now."

"Oh, that's just rude."

Shadow stepped closer until his and Sonic's chests were almost touching. Sonic felt himself flinch, but he didn't move back. His heart was racing. Shadow leaned forward, and for a brief moment, Sonic thought he was going to kiss him. He even mentally and physically prepared himself for it.

Instead, he reached over Sonic's shoulder and grabbed the plate on the counter, and then walked out of the kitchen without a word.

"Shadow!" Sonic called after him, feeling somewhat offended. 

Shadow was already eating whatever he had stolen off the plate, chewing loudly as he wandered over to the couch. Sonic followed, watching as Shadow kicked a pile of clothes to the floor to make room for himself. He immediately changed the channel on the TV, flipping through nearly everything before settling on some nature documentary Sonic had saved. It wasn't that he was interested in documentaries, it was just nice background noise while he played games.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Not anymore."

"How cruel. I have cable, you know. You don't have to settle for nature documentaries."

"This one's about sharks."

Sonic shrugged, unable to argue with that. He watched as Shadow picked up one of his game controllers, turning it over in his hands before dropping it.

"What are you doing?"

"Entertaining myself."

"Well...I could just put a game on if you want, I got-"

"No."

"You're gonna sit there and do nothing?"

"I'm watching TV."

"You could talk to me. Get to know me a little."

"I already know you," Shadow said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "You're annoying."

Sonic couldn't help but laugh. "I know you're drunk, but that's still a little uncalled for."

"Shh, the sharks are talking."

Sonic only felt a little concerned as he slowly sat down beside Shadow on the couch. He kept silent as Shadow hyperfixated on the sharks swimming across the screen. He looked like a child at the zoo for the first time. Sonic felt his mouth twitch with a smile. The moon reflected off his quills, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

"Hey, Shads?" Sonic asked, scooting closer.

Shadow grunted in response.

"Is it weird that I find this cute?"

"The sharks?"

"Uh, no, not the...not the sharks, Shadow."

"I don't know why you'd find sharks cute. They're deadly, ruthless predators. They have many rows of sharp teeth. They're basically living weapons."

"That's not what I...nevermind. What I'm trying to say is, I think you're cute. Is that weird?"

Shadow was silent for a few seconds. Then he snorted, looking away from Sonic. "You think I'm cute?"

"Yeah," Sonic said softly. "You're very cute."

"You're a moron."

Sonic laughed. "Maybe so. But I mean it. You're adorable. I can't believe I never realized how much I wanted to kiss you."

Shadow suddenly went quiet again, his gaze falling onto the carpeted floor. The TV buzzed quietly in the background. Sonic felt himself blush, realizing what he had said out loud.

"What I mean to say is-"

Shadow's hand pressed against the back of Sonic's neck, pulling him into a sudden, unexpected kiss. Sonic's heart leapt up into his throat, and he couldn't breathe. Shadow's lips were soft, tasting faintly of whiskey and peanuts. His grip was like a vise, almost like he was trying to anchor himself in reality through the connection. Sonic reached up to hold Shadow's face, kissing back just as deeply.

And then Shadow pulled away, turning his attention back to the TV. Sonic blinked, almost feeling hurt.

"What....care to explain?"

"You said you wanted to kiss me. So I did. That's what you wanted, right?"

Sonic stared at him for a few seconds. Then he chuckled. "Okay. Yeah, sure. That's what I wanted."

Shadow smiled at him, just slightly, and then turned back to the TV. Sonic shifted so his back was pressed against the arm of the couch, one leg dangling off the side and the other bent at the knee. He stared at Shadow, watching his eyes flick back and forth across the TV, his ears twitch with interest at every sound. It was oddly endearing, and Sonic found himself wondering if this was all because he was drunk or if he wanted an excuse to visit.

Shadow must have senses that Sonic was staring at him, because he reached over and grabbed Sonic by the face, turning his head to face the TV.  "Watch the sharks."

Sonic grinned, reaching up to grab his hand. "You sure do like sharks, huh?"

"They're fascinating creatures."

"Do you want to watch a movie about sharks instead of nature documentaries?"

"No."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to watch the sharks."

"And to think, just a few minutes ago, you wanted to do me."

Shadow scoffed dramatically. "I am not that easy, hedgehog."

"You're the one who asked me to have sex with you."

"Ssshhh..." Shadow placed his finger to Sonic's lips, shushing him. "Shark talk."

Sonic rolled his eyes, smiling. "You're something else, Shadow."

Shadow ignored him, turning back to the TV. Sonic watched him for a few minutes, finding himself oddly content just to sit there and watch him. The way the TV light flickered across his face, illuminating his features like a spotlight. He watched the way his eyes moved, the way they softened with each new revelation about sharks. How the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile at the thought of these deadly predators. He looked so innocent, so genuine. Sonic had never seen him like this. He had never seen Shadow this relaxed, this calm. Shadow had a talent of always being prepared for any possible situation, any possible fight, any possible danger.

But here he was, on Sonic's couch, watching a nature documentary about sharks with the most adorable expression on his face.

"Hey Shads," Sonic said softly, scooting closer.

"What?" Shadow muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Shadow blinked, looking somewhat surprised by the request. He kept his eyes on the sharks, as if he'd miss something if he turned his head. "Yes.

Sonic leaned forward, pressing his lips against Shadow cheek. Shadow stiffened, his breath hitching in his throat. Sonic felt his heart flutter at the sound.

"Did you like that?" Sonic asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I did."

"Can I do it again?"

"Yes."

Sonic kissed him again, this time on the corner of his mouth. He could feel Shadow's lips curl into a smile. Sonic smiled back, placing one hand against the back of his neck. He trailed a few soft kisses down Shadow's jaw, feeling the way he shivered under his touch. Shadow turned his head slightly, allowing Sonic better access to his neck. Sonic kissed him there too, kissing the curve of his throat, feeling Shadow's pulse under his lips.

He felt Shadow's hands reach up and grip his arms. He expected him to push away, but instead he pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around Sonic's neck. He buried his face into the crook of his shoulder, sighing softly.

"Are you okay?" Sonic asked, concern washing over him.

"Mhm," Shadow hummed into his shoulder.

Sonic smiled, holding Shadow close to him. He ran his hand down his back, feeling the smooth, silky fur under his glove. He rested his chin on top of Shadow's head, breathing in the scent of rain and peanuts. He smelled like whiskey, which made Sonic laugh. Shadow shifted, moving closer until he was nearly in Sonic's lap.

"You're a cuddler, huh?"

"Mhm."

"Good to know."

Sonic felt Shadow press a kiss to his collarbone, and he shivered.

"Are we doing it now?"

Sonic blinked, not entirely sure what that meant. "Uh...do you want to?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know if you want to have sex?"

"No."

"Well...if you change your mind, just let me know."

"Okay."

Shadow sighed, relaxing into Sonic's chest. Sonic chuckled, reaching over to grab the remote and change the channel, but Shadow slapped his hand away.

"Sharks."

"Dude, you're falling asleep!"

"No I'm not."

"Then sit up and watch the sharks."

"No."

Sonic laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Okay, fine. You win."

Shadow smiled triumphantly, resting his head against Sonic's shoulder. He yawned, his eyes fluttering shut, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest. Sonic watched as he drifted off, his breathing slowing down as he fell asleep.

"You're lucky you're cute," Sonic murmured, kissing the top of his head.

"Shut up," Shadow mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Sharks."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AS DREAMS I’VE HAD, BUT THERE’S A SPECIAL VISITOR

scout: scout gets the recurring dream i was having a few years back where i would walk to the park near my childhood home. its a nice walk, kind of a long one, with steep hills. sometimes i couldn’t get up the hill. other times the hill was practically nonexistent. temperate, obscenely bright, it was always so hard to see. i just felt like a kid. and i never got to step foot on the grounds of the park. i always woke up before then.

soldier: soldier gets the recurring nightmare i used to have weekly as a kid, that has since morphed and changed to fit my current headspace. it is a race to the finish line that you complete by grabbing a key and going to the door you are assigned, that are constantly decreasing in size. and it is always a fight to the death. but i was never a fighter. i would hide between the bodies strewn across the roads i was walking, and there were these huge spider like robots that would skewer you on their spindly legs if they saw you. they looked like fucked up kebabs. the sight of bodies laid, one on top of the other, some were still gasping… but i would grit my teeth and head for my assigned door’s location, and hope that whoever was there already had a key to the door and was dead. i died many times in that dream. i’ve “completed” that dream a couple of times. it is the Worst Ending Imaginable.

pyro: pyro very specifically gets the first lucid dream i ever had. i was… Very Young. and i was running from freddy kruger, but it was an inverse of the trope where i was ZOOMING and freddy was like… moving through molasses, i have no idea. but i was running. and it got to a point that i had put so much space between us i stopped for a donut in a gas station, and while i was checking out i stopped and realized, and said out loud, “wait a minute… this is my brain! i can do whatever i want!” so i ran BACK to freddy kruger and said “HEY! you’re not gonna kill me, we’re gonna have a dance party!” and that’s exactly what we did. i was so proud of myself when i woke up.

demo: demo gets the best dream. this is almost a spinoff to the recurring dream i assigned to soldier in the sense that this was one of the “rooms” i would have to traverse. it started in a hall, with an egregiously small door, like alice in wonderland type small door, and i would have to figure out how to get through the door. on the other side of the door is a beautiful TO ME oasis. surrounded by mountains, with a pool of water that was crystal clear. it is always just me in this specific room unless i bring someone with me. i think the last person i brought was america from hetalia, when i first learned how to fly. i begged him to join me, he laughed and said he couldn’t. but he was happy i was having a good time.

heavy: heavy gets the week i exclusively dreamt about bears. it was a very odd week, i call it bear week. they were certainly nightmares. but the funny part is, i wasn’t dying to the bears? i was so hyperfocused on not dying to the bears that i was dying in other ways. one of them this woman had the ability to control bears and i died by a land mine. another one this like… bear cult kept trying to urge me to pet the bear and i died because they trampled me before i could even pet the bear. i still have no idea what those dreams were trying to tell me.

engineer: engineer gets the dream i had when i first started my trade! im so committed to my job, its not funny. when i was first learning, i would dream at night that i was at work. i was grooming dogs in my literal sleep. and my roommate kept trying to wake me up, and it was jostling the entire room. it got to the point i woke up and told them i was trying to work. they were fucking up my cuts. and i went right back to work. literally when you love what you do you never work a day in your life. i know he dreams about his machines sometimes. he hears them click and his mind is literally building the blueprints.

medic: i had a dream we went on a date. we were in a cheesecake factory, or something. it was dim, the music was good, we sat across from each other, and i was getting tipsy. we discussed many things. he looked so pretty. i was so nervous. he walked me to my car, and i was too shy to kiss him, and he laughed and hugged me. told me to try to have a good day that day, it was bound to be difficult. i remember waking up hoping i didn’t fuck that up. and that day did suck, but i was softlocked to my brain and fritz telling me to try to have a good day. sigh… that’s my man right there. put me in the dungeon with him, god, PLEASE. i wish i dreamt about him more. i hope i didn’t scare him off.

sniper: i dream more about sniper than i do any other merc. which is fine, just not the support guy i would think wanted to be in my brainspace? but he’s almost always there now, regardless of what im doing. he doesn’t normally do anything, he just follows me around and occasionally makes a quip about the situation. there was one time he told me my alarm was about to go off, and told me to have a good day at work. it was kind of sweet.

spy: spy gets a nightmare that still freaks me out. i was in a cafe of sorts, hanging out with people i didnt know, but we were making friendly conversation. and this person walked in, and literally just started shooting. i was lucky enough to get out, and had the wits about me to fly into the air as high as i can go, and fled elsewhere. as i caught my breath, in a different building, someone turned to me and charged out of nowhere. and i had to fight them off. just enough to get outside and fly into the air again. and the person couldnt follow, nor did they attempt to shoot me down. just pointed at me, and sent a message directly into my brain. “it doesnt matter where you go. it doesnt matter what you learn. it doesnt matter how you change or embolden yourself. i will follow you to the ends of the earth. and i will eradicate you from this reality. and when i accomplish it here, i will find you in another reality. and i will do it again. you cannot escape me.” and i woke up.

[edenspoem]

dogwalker!ellie inspired by this by @beforeimdeceased because it has been leeching my brain nonstop ever since it was published.

i've felt the lull to tread a new story idea— something sweet, romantic, humble, and penny plain. and gosh, the blurb aforementioned really has me thinking about this trope. i already thought of a possible title cause im that much of an idea generator— an ode to sunflowers.

but mmm, can you imagine dogwalker!ellie evolves into dogsitter!ellie? quaintest little scenario. let me paint the picture; bright neighborhood, elm trees spread along the patches of grass adjacent to the sidewalk, sun spilling through greenery gaps, mourning doves chattering amongst their flock, a cloud here— cloud there, a prosaic day ran through a picturesque world. you cross paths with ellie on her usual route day–by–by, excluding the weekend, so you know her character. how she walks, how she talks, how good she is with a dog, how much of a dorky satyr she is. doesn't even live here. she's just there to dogwalk, or less often, housesit for this elderly lady— like today.

so while on your promenade upon this silvery gray sidewalk, you weren't surprised to see the usual gilding of flaxen hair near to the ground — followed by a head of earthly auburn at the raise of an eye. what surprised you is her asking of, "so, if you're free, maybe you'd like to.. come over? got a house all t'myself." and her cute little hand gestures she did— awkward, but adorable, bending at the knee and pointing behind her with a thumb, wide orange–slice smile and unforgettable dimples.

you were at a crouch, combing a lend of fingers through the dogs locks, gazing up at her with a cloven–open mouth and hard staring pupils, as if you were planning up an answer inside your noggin— realistically you were too hyperfocused on counting all her freckles, they're just so.. there.

"fuck— I shouldn't have asked that, mhhph," she flicks her head up, wrenching her eyelids and pinching the bridge of her nose with paired fingers, stuttering, "you're probably pretty busy anyway and I—"

"I'll go."

"don't think you'd wanna stay in a house with a messy.. slobbery— wait what?" she unscrews her eyes, catching the rise of your crouch, to now standing.

"he's fond of 'pretty girls', yeah? he shouldn't mind being around two." chirped you with a sigh flowing off the last word, cocking your hip to one side and giving the most slickest smile, ever.

now ellie is the one blushing her ass to smithereens, flusher than a cherub, yet— scoffing, impressed. that was entirely too fucking smooth, hmm?

let's just say.. staying over at that elderly woman's home was the best decision. wink wonk TRIBBING wink wonk. ✮

[foone]

Growing up in a family with a couple autistic hyperfocusers and a bunch of avid readers and one Normal Guy and then a (now-adult) baby sister with a major learning disability has completely ruined my ability to have any idea what "an average person" knows about.

Like, we've got one person who hasn't even seen a single minute of the Lord of the Rings films, and another has a degree in English literature and did an entire semester on the works of Tolkien. Which one of these peoples is more "normal"? I have no idea!

Or that post of classics puns from Twitter:

How many of these jokes does the average person get? Do they understand Icarus and Medusa but not Orpheus and the joke about "Nobody"?

Anyway it's sometimes a problem because I can (and will!) explain anything at the drop of a hat, but I often am unsure about where to stop.

Like I'm trying to explain how you run Doom on Crabs. Do I need to explain how logic gates work? How transistors work? How computers work? Where do I stop talking and leave it unexplained? Because if I don't rein myself in, I will explain the whole stack from top to bottom and we'll be here all day.

And it's one of those cases where there's not an answer, which I feel is a common bind for people on the autism spectrum to be in. So many of these "don't get social cues" type problems are not because we don't know the answer, in the sense of just being ignorant of what it is, it's that the answer is "it depends on the situation".

Like the question of language formality, or swearing. How much should you swear, if any? There isn't an answer, because it depends on the context. How much is acceptable wildly changes from a hangout with friends to a work meeting to a courthouse to a church.

And similarly, "what does the average person know?" cannot be answered singularly. I explain different things more or less depending on if I'm talking on Tumblr or mastodon or a discord server, because of course you would.

I expect Tumblr to know more about trans issues and fandom, and I expect mastodon (at least the corner I hang out in) to know more about x86 assembly and floppy disks.

But even knowing that and having some success at doing it, there's still some tension because it's the kind of question where the answer is something like "I don't know, you'll have to play it by ear and pick up on subtle social clues" and BOY IS THAT NOT A TYPE OF SITUATION I'M GOOD AT!

[attemptingwriter]

Hello!! I was wondering if you'd consider writing a Walter O'Brien (Scorpion) x reader oneshot where reader is also a genius and Walter's partner and has gone 'down the rabbit hole' as they call it at Scorpion (a.k.a. Hyperfocused on some project to the point of forgetting to eat/drink/sleep/interact with the outside world)

Thanks!

Fabric was strewn across the room. Ribbons, scissors, measuring tape, and thread were scattered on the floor. Needles were nestled in (Y/N)'s shirt and would occasionally stab them. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the mannequin in front of them and the 1750s dress they were trying to recreate.

It started out as a normal day in Scorpion. Walter and his team were working downstairs on a case and (Y/N) was upstairs watching Doctor Who on the TV they convinced Walter to put in. It was about 8:30 that morning when Walter came up the stairs to let (Y/N) know they had been called away to meet Gabe somewhere-(Y/N) couldn't remember where-and gave them a small kiss on the cheek before leaving.

The base was quite except for episode (Y/N) was watching. It was one of their favorites, The Girl In The Fireplace. As they watched, they couldn't help but admire the dress Madame de Pompadour wore every time she was on screen.

It can't be that hard to make a dress like that, (Y/N) thought to themselves. So they got to work. They found a nearby fabric store and rushed over. Searching through the seas of fabric, they couldn't find the right materials for the dress. They finally gave in and asked a worker, who was glad to help. Together they found the right fabric and the right colors. The employee took the fabric to the registers while (Y/N) found a sewing kit, a sewing machine, and a mannequin.

At last they had all that they needed and they went back to Scorpion. They lugged the materials into the base and set them on the floor. (Y/N) rushed upstairs with the fabric, missing the clock that read 11:49 a.m. It took them three trips to get everything upstairs but they weren't ready to stop now.

They grabbed the fabric and scissors and began to cut. Hours went by as (Y/N) cut, sewed, cut again. Carefully placing each piece of fabric and pinning it down. There was blood on the fabrics and some on the scissors from the amount of times (Y/N) had poked themselves with a needle. Tired of losing their pin cushion, they had resorted to sticking them in their pants and shirt. Their laptop was open to almost twenty different websites about what fabric was used in 18th century France, patterns, Doctor Who trivia, how to sew videos and other things (Y/N) thought they might need.

It was 1:24 in morning when Walter and his team came home. They were exhausted from the running and fighting after trying find the missing painting from the local art gallery. The base was quite except for the sound of curses and a sewing machine.

"Is (Y/N) still awake?" Paige asked, looking upstairs.

"Gotta be. Unless someone broke in," Toby said.

Walter started moving towards the staircase. "I'll check it out. Paige, will you heat up some food? I have an idea of what's going on."

Paige nodded and headed towards their makeshift kitchen. Sylvester went with her while Happy and Toby made their way to the couch.

Walter glanced around at the mess covering the entire upstairs area. He looked over at (Y/N), the paused TV show, and smiled. He gently placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

They jerked and twirled to face the intruder, wielding a needle for protection. Walter lifted his hands in surrender, the smile not leaving his face.

"Walter! Don't do that!" (Y/N) exclaimed, dropping the needle.

"Sorry, my intention wasn't to scare you. How long have you been working on this?"

(Y/N) looked at clocked. "I.... don't know. I was watching Doctor Who when you left and I wanted to try making Madame de Pompadour's dress so I went shopping and I've been working since."

Walter sighed. "You haven't taken a break." It wasn't a question but (Y/N) nodded.

"Come, Paige is heating up some food and after you eat we can take a shower and go to bed."

"That sounds nice but I just realized I really have to pee so I will join you downstairs shortly." Without waiting for a response, (Y/N) hightailed it to the nearest bathroom while Walter started making his way downstairs.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Happy asked, watching her boss come down without his partner.

"Bathroom. They got stuck in the rabbit hole."

The team nodded in understanding. There had been plenty of times that they got stuck in that hyperfixation and needed someone to pull them out.

(Y/N) came down not too long after and wrapped their arms around their boyfriend. "Thanks for taking care of me."

Walter pulled (Y/N) in closer and pressed a kiss to the top of their head. "I'll always look after you."

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!Oc x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ ���ibrary 🪷

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well. (Completely rewritten)

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Heeseung finds himself completely captivated by the campus golden girl. Perfect grades, absolute sweetheart, breathtakingly beautiful and the lead girl in every show the theater has put on thus far. Though just what he finds that he’s getting closer to her through her love of theater and performance arts, old flames and childhood friends make it harder for Heeseung to get closer to her.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED

NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE

Usually Sakoia would be the only one remaining when it got this late. On the days after she felt like she hadn’t done her best she would always return to the auditorium to practice her lines. Though that was something she could simply do in her dorm it was an entirely distant feeling and rush that she got when she was up on that stage, whether it was for the actual show, or rehearsal the feeling wasn’t something interchangeable. The bright lights, the echo of her voice when she spoke, there was nothing that could compare to the feeling it gave her, though there was a feeling she had experienced as of late that had come close to it.

Lee Heeseung, she found him easily becoming a distraction of some sort today. From the way he delivered his lines, to the way he looked at her as if it wasn’t just a role he had been playing, he looked at her as if he really longed for her, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You’re here late.” There he was the very man which she had been thinking about at that moment, once acting interrupting her thoughts.

“Heeseung?”

“Sakoia.” He responds with that charming smile of his that just made her completely melt, she never realized just how attractive he had been until the day they hung out together.

“What are you doing here?”

“Forgot my jacket, it’s kinda important to me so I couldn’t really wait until tomorrow to come back and get it, why are you here so late?”

“Practicing..”

“Practicing still? This late? You did amazing today and you’re here working overtime, I guess I see why you easily land every role.”

“I could have done better, I was a little distracted today.” She responds, her gaze shifting away from him as he rolls up his sleeves and rests his palms against the stage. He observed her as her gaze broke away from his own down to the book of lines she held in her hand. He could have sworn that he saw a hint of adoration in her gaze, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined her giving him such a look.

“Distracted or not you still did far better than I did, forgot the line twice.” He recalls his earlier mishaps earning a laugh from her. There he was distracting her once again, but for some reason she found herself not caring. If it were any other day she’d be hyperfocused on learning her lines, she’d want zero distractions, but she was starting to realize that he was someone she didn’t mind distracting her.

“Want to practice some more..? together?” She offers, finally looking away from her book and looking over to him whose eyes had already been on her.

“Not like I have anywhere else to be.” He pushes himself up onto the stage without the slightest bit of hesitation.

“Where were you?” He asks, leaning in close to her to catch a glimpse of the book, an act he didn’t realize had affected her but it certainly had. She felt her chest tighten and her palms start to sweat the moment he drew closer. This was certainly not good for her, throughout her entire university experience so far she had never gotten this way around anyone. Mostly because she had been so focused on her work and shows that she had never even thought to give anyone that kind of attention. Yet Heeseung had somehow invaded her world and become someone she’d found herself wanting to look at as more than just the theater girl.

“The closing scene, when Emily finally jars go off Victor and realizes that they aren’t meant to be.” Her gaze shifts from his hair, scanning his every facial feature before it lands on his lips. Though Heeseung himself did not seem to realize.

“Ah starting from when the wedding right??” As he finally looked up from the book, she almost instantly looked away, it was then that he realized he hadn’t been just imagining it, she had actually been staring at him. A smile crept onto his lips and he decided to mess with her.

“You know to practice this scene you’ve got to actually be looking at me Koi.” Without a word she turns to face him, his eyes catching hers and they both stand there looking at one another. Her eyes searching for him for any gaze; for what? She didn’t know, all she knew was the longer they stood staring at one another , the more and made her stomach tie in knots.

Two months she had known Heeseung now, Two months in which the two had never been this close to one another. Though Heeseung had always been there, she would mostly give her attention to yn, chaewon and Sunoo when they hung out together. Though ever since he had auditioned she found herself discovering sides of him that she wouldn’t have back then. She was usually never the type to fall for someone so easily, so what was it about him that made him special. Every time he laughed or smiled she now found herself staring too long as if he were the only man to exist in the room.

“What are you doing to me....”

“I’ve been asking that same question about you for months now” Heeseung takes a step closer, closing the space between the tall he brushes her hair behind her ear, now getting a clear view of her face. The way she stared at him as if she had been anticipating his next move made him all the more eager to kiss her. The moment he leans in to kiss her she turns away, an act that made him wish the ground had swallowed him whole

“Practice. We should practice.”

Heeseung spent the entire night tossing and turning, he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between him and Sakoia, he had fucked everything up in

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[roguekhajiit]

TW: Transphobia

I had my first ever encounter with a transphobic member of the LGBTQ community this week.

At work on Monday, I overheard some co-workers discussing Transgender Day of Visibility and how President Biden issued a statement acknowledging Trans Day. Since it just so happened to occur on the same day as Easter this year, my very close-minded co-workers took that and Biden's statement as evidence that Trans people are trying to take over Easter!

Now, I consider myself to be Non-binary (specifically Demi-girl/Agender), but I tend to fly under the radar, which is very helpful since I live in a very, very red state. It doesn't hurt that my normal sense of personal style is very casual and all black. So, I can wear traditionally "men's" pants, and no one pays much attention to me, which is the way I prefer it. I hate anything that draws attention to myself.

So, I bit my tongue and hyperfocused on my work. Then, when I went home, the non-binary gremlin in me just couldn't be contained anymore; I opened Reddit and made a post about how no one is going around trying to steal stolen holidays.

Now, I was fully anticipating pissed off Christians to rain their uninhibited fake outrage down onto the comment section (which happened) but I wasn't anticipating a self-identified 60 yr old gay man to come into my comments saying things like, "Why would you put a Trans holiday anywhere near a religious holiday knowing every seven years it's gonna land on said holiday" and "As a gay man I believe that the one part of our community is stifling the rest of us."

Tell me you're transphobic without telling me you're transphobic.

Now, since I can't just ignore the sheer inaccuracy of his math; according to Google from 2001 to 2100, Easter will only land on March 31st 5 times. Five times in an entire century. The last time Easter was on March 31st, it was 2013. So, 11 years ago, or over a decade ago. No one gave a shit in 2013 that Easter and Trans Day were on the same day. But let the president acknowledge it in a statement and everyone loses their fucking minds.

So, why would you avoid celebrating something important in your life on the off chance that it might coincide with someone's religious holiday? Of course, you wouldn't. If your birthday is on Christmas, do you no longer have a birthday?

"Next, why wouldn't you place it in the month of pride then each day of pride month could have a different day celebrating each letter of the lbgtq+ community."

Yes, that is what Pride Month is for, celebrating the diversity of the LGBTQ+ community. But are you gay only in June?

But sadly, even some in our diverse community isolate and vilify trans individuals just like what this old gay dinosaur is doing. For 15 years, a vast majority didn't know or even give a shit that Trans Day existed. That is until a president acknowledged it.

"May I point out there's no gay holidays that coincide with Yom kipper or Ramadan."

True, Yom Kippur and Ramadan don't coincide with any "gay holidays," but Shavout is directly in the middle of Pride Month. Any outrage there?

"So just piss off the Christian's so they have one more thing to hate us for. I find many in our community asking for acceptance while giving none, just my opinion and nothing more."

How very accepting of you to say, my lord.

"Maybe it's time we all in the gay community and cis people give the whole year to the Trans community."

But they aren't asking for the year, or even a month. They just want one day that is their own. And even members of our own LGBTQ+ community can't even give them that.

"I'm gay so I can't be transphobic."

Your statements say otherwise. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you are absolved of your transphobia.

Perhaps it's time we stop placating these dusty ass old gay dinosaurs and call them out on their hateful thinking. Their "I got mine" attitude only harms our communities. Just because you won the fight for same sex marriage doesn't mean you're safe. The fight for equality is never-ending.

More and more of us are having our rights stripped away right before our very eyes. Roe v. Wade has already been overturned, and they aren't going to stop there. They never planned to stop there. They are very methodically chipping away at our rights. Right now, they are focusing their efforts on the trans community, slowly outlawing their very existence. And while they have you distracted by that, they are quietly overturning same sex marriage laws. Your rights aren't safe and never will be safe as long as we have members in our communities who subscribe to this kind of thinking.

[6oydyke]

  —  A Comprehensive Guide to the Relationships of Frankie        Davis      AKA Frankie's Relationship Charts Explained (Ongoing, Part 1)

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AN: I am super hyperfocused on my Yellowjackets OC Frankie right now so I wanted to outline his relationships while I'm still penning all of his lore. I'll be updating his charts through the seasons as I finish writing them. :) My writing features a tmasc!Nat (he/him/they) and a genderqueer!Van (they/he) so just a heads up! It's not super important to the lore, mostly just a personal headcanon. Naomi Lynch belongs to @honestlynervousnut

               Pre-Crash Chart !

Frankie has always liked and respected Taissa Turner. She has a good head on her shoulders, charming Frankie's lifelong neighbor and friend Van. Tai can be a bit of an asshole at times, but hell, so can Frankie. Frankie admires Tai — admires her confidence, her take no shit attitude, and of course admires the way she's got Van wrapped around her finger. Frankie is constantly poking fun at Van for his hopelessly obvious crush on Tai, though truth be told he's far too intimidated by Taissa to try and befriend her, as much as he'd love to be closer to her. Despite coming across as bold and carefree to many of his peers, Frankie has always struggled to make friends, being constantly bullied due to being nearly a year younger than most of his peers since his birthday falls after the cutoff date. Tai feels admittedly neutral towards Frankie in return, although due to his proximity to Van she'd like to get to know him better. She likes the way he can make Van light up, and laugh for real, a hyena-esque snort laugh that practically bursts from the ginger as opposed to the sarcastic "haha" they greet some of their other teammates with. With Taissa being an AP student, she and Frankie's paths don't cross very often except on the soccer field which is why she feels more neutral than anything else towards him, but she respects his skill and dedication on the field, believing him to be a good potential friend.

Frankie feels fairly neutrally towards Jackie Taylor, though hints of dislike slip into these feelings. To be quite honest, Frankie doesn't think about Jackie all that often. He doesn't truly dislike her, but she tends to annoy him with how bossy she can be and her clear soft spot for Shauna at times getting in the way of her being the best possible captain for the Yellowjackets. Sometimes he'll poke fun at Jackie behind her back with Van but mostly because she's the captain of the Yellowjackets, not because of her specifically as a person. Unfortunately for Jackie, any shit she gets from Frankie is tied to her role on the team rather than her actual personality. Frankie actually thinks Jackie is quite sweet, but whenever something on the field pisses him off he generally will end up placing the blame on the poor captain. If he's in a pissy mood Frankie might tease Jackie — she's a rather easy target although Frankie tends to feel shitty after ripping into her, cheeks flaming red with shame. Despite Frankie's petty attitude towards Jackie, the captain of the Yellowjackets respects and admires him in return. Jackie respects the way Frankie is completely himself, admiring his skills on the field and his determination to improve with each practice. Unlike Frankie, Jackie never seems to hold a grudge, always brushing off Frankie's bitchiness as him having a bad day, continuing to treat him with kindness and respect nevertheless. Although Jackie doesn't know the extent of Frankie's home life, as it's something he tries to keep from the rest of the Yellowjackets, she's heard rumors and admires the butch's resilience as well.

Frankie and Shauna don't really have any type of relationship whatsoever. They're not friends, rivals, enemies, or anything in between. They're simply teammates. Frankie feels entirely neutrally towards Shauna. She doesn't tend to hang around with his friends, and similarly to Tai is in a lot of AP classes. Frankie doesn't really have a strong opinion on Shauna at all — similarly to Tai and Frankie the two don't often cross paths aside from at practice. While both Shauna and Frankie are extremely competitive, and will occasionally joke in the locker room their relationship doesn't go beyond that. If Frankie is petty with Jackie, however, Shauna is even pettier when it comes to Frankie. While Shauna is fairly neutral on Frankie in return, she's certainly not his biggest fan. While she's not committed to disliking him, she pettily leans towards disliking the butch due to his petty treatment of Jackie. She'll give him death glares when he teases her, oftentimes letting a snarky remark about his fugly mullet slip in return. Though Frankie doesn't much care what Shauna thinks of him, this doesn't stop her from holding a bit of a grudge against him for his treatment of the Taylor girl.

Nat and Frankie's relationship started as children living in the same trailer park. The pair and Van all grew up in the same trailer park, quickly forming a bond as strong as brotherhood, united by their hatred for their given names (Natalie, Frances, and Vanessa). Despite Nat and Frankie's close relationship as children, in middle school they were forcefully separated by Michael (Frankie's father) when he caught Frankie, Nat, and Van smoking a joint outside of Nat's trailer. When Frankie joined the Yellowjackets he was unaware that Nat (and Van), his oldest friends were on the team, as he was out of touch with Wiskayok High's culture and extracurriculars. Though embarrassed at first, as Frankie was the only junior on the JV team that year, Frankie eventually rekindled his relationship with Nat after getting through a rough patch in his relationship with Van. Nat had been eager to befriend Frankie once more, though out of loyalty to Van he'd been on rocky terms with the butch until they worked things out. Nat and Frankie found it easy to fall back into their old dynamic afterwards, especially when senior soccer season came around and they were both on varsity. Their mutual familial view of each other is one of the strongest bonds Frankie has ever known. They have a strong mutual respect for one another, although while Frankie still views Nat as a best friend, Nat's not sure he can continue to equate his level of friendship with Van and Frankie. See, Van and Nat only got closer while Frankie was forced out of their lives, and as pleased as Nat is to have Frankie back in his life, it will take time for his bond with Frankie to be restored completely. While Nat is dependable and Frankie trusts him without a doubt, Nat isn't quite so sure he can trust Frankie anymore, despite still loving him as a brother.

Although he doesn't always like him, Frankie massively respects Coach Ben. He always went out of his way to be kind to the butch when he played JV, giving him pointers and cracking jokes on the sidelines with him. Ben had kind of taken Frankie under his wing to be completely honest. Due to his friendship with guidance counselor Naomi Lynch, who had been the one to encourage Frankie to join a team, Ben knew a bit about Frankie's situation. Aside from what Naomi told him, he'd heard the rumors of Frankie's home life, noticing a cross shaped scar on the palm of his hand one night after practice as they talked while picking up cones. Frankie grew to trust Ben during his time on JV, a few times feeling bold enough to confide in him about his academic situation and feeling of purposelessness, though he was never bold enough to confirm what little Ben knew about his home life. Ben likes Frankie, both admiring and respecting his dedication and determination both on and off the field. While he tries to come across as detached and uncaring about his job and his players, Frankie helps to spark his passion, bringing out a kinder, softer, almost fatherly side of him.

Frankie has always liked and respected Mari. He finds her amusing and she was one of the better JV players when they were on it together the previous year. Although she oftentimes doesn't quite measure up this year on varsity, leading to her being primarily a substitute, Frankie still is fond of the girl, cracking jokes and offering her smiles of encouragement whenever they cross paths. Mari likes Frankie in return, secretly viewing him as a brother figure due to his propensity to laugh at her jokes and crack them in return, oftentimes taking the opportunity to show her new moves on the field. He's always giving her high fives when she facilitates a particularly good play, and Mari admires this about him. Despite her ego being too big to express this, Mari would really like to officially befriend Frankie, respecting him a lot more than some of their other teammates.

Frankie has always felt a petty dislike of Lottie. From the outside she seems to have it all, and Frankie has always resented Lottie's obnoxious wealth due to coming from an impoverished family himself. Frankie has never made an effort to befriend Lottie or really have a one-on-one conversation with her, leading him to mistakenly assume she's just another spoiled rich girl who still finds a way to complain about her father at every turn. He feels a bit uneasy around her, as if expecting her to poke fun at his own financial situation or the way he presents himself. To be quite frank, Frankie has Lottie all wrong. He's too blinded by his own petty dislike of the girl to ever get to know her properly. While he certainly doesn't hate the girl, at times even leaning into more neutral territory, his false assumptions about her get in the way of befriending her or getting to know her on more than a surface level. Despite Frankie wrongfully assuming Lottie holds a sort of disdain for him, Lottie is rather neutral on Frankie, although she respects the butch. He's never made an effort to talk to her, so she hasn't really had anything to go off of to determine a strong opinion on him. She does feel a bit uneasy around him; with his propensity to wear his emotions on his face she can sense his disliking her although the feeling is certainly not mutual. She tends to avoid Frankie if she can, not wanting to cause any problems and having enough on her plate that she doesn't much care to start petty drama that her heart's not in.

With Akilah still being JV, Frankie hasn't had much of an opportunity to interact with her. Therefore he feels rather neutral toward her, though he respects her. He respects Akilah's unwavering kindness and her clear dedication to the team despite her not being exceptionally skilled at soccer. Akilah really admires Frankie — his skills on the soccer field and the easy way he jokes. She admires how openly himself he is, and looks up to Frankie on the field due to his leadership position on JV the year before. While she wasn't on the team then, she frequented the Yellowjackets' games, wanting to show school spirit and always having liked soccer. Akilah wants to be Frankie's friend, although she feels a bit shy at approaching the older player.

Javi Martinez both respects and admires Frankie.  Frankie has always gone out of his way to include the young boy in soccer drills and has taken him under his wing.  Javi was always forced to attend the Yellowjackets’ practices so his father could keep an eye on him what with Javi being his youngest son.  He’d found them interesting to watch at first but overtime he grew bored, feeling lonely being left to his own devices of entertaining himself, getting little to no attention from his father who was too busy coaching the team or the players.  Frankie is cool though.  He’s always commenting on whatever worn comic book Javi’s got resting on his lap, pointing at Javi and winking whenever he makes a good play.  Javi trusts Frankie who’s always been kind to him, acknowledging him even when the others don’t.  Frankie really likes Javi — he’s chill for a little kid.  Javi’s never been very talkative, not having many friends due to his tendency to keep to himself and his quiet nature.  This doesn’t bother Frankie though.  He’s always got something to say or a joke to crack to make Javi smile shyly.  Whether Javi’s aware of it or not, Frankie sees him as the little brother he never had.  With Frankie being an only child, Javi gives him the opportunity to be a role model, Frankie quickly taking the boy under his wing.  While Javi tends to be rather shy he likes being acknowledged and appreciated, especially when his real brother Travis seems so intent on pretending he doesn’t exist. 

Frankie feels mostly neutrally toward Misty Quigley. While he’s never been especially kind to her, oftentimes laughing at Mari’s cruel taunts, and playing harmless albeit humiliating pranks on her with Van, he’s never played an active role in bullying her, leading to Misty’s developing infatuation with him.  Unlike so many of the rest of his teammates, Frankie doesn’t feel any strong dislike for the Quigley girl, although nor does he feel any particular sympathy for her.  His pulling pranks on her is not out of malice but more because she’s an easy target, and has amusing reactions to them.  The pranks are for entertainment and amusement for the team and for both Frankie and Misty – they’re not entirely meant to be at her expense.  Frankie doesn’t share in the majority of the team’s disdain or outright hatred of the poodle-haired blonde, but he never goes out of his way to defend her, valuing his place on the team more than their equipment manager who is arguably hopeless with a soccer ball.  If Allie or Mari goes too far he’ll call them out with a disapproving shake of his head or a half-hearted attempt to defend Misty, but he doesn’t typically intervene further than that.  Nevertheless, Misty admires Frankie for standing up for her, developing an obsessive crush on the butch due to her perception of him as an ally, on top of his exceptional skills on the field.  Frankie interests Misty – she’s attracted to his boldness, his charisma, his joking manner, the way he’s unapologetic in his unconventional identity.  To Misty, Frankie is everything she’s not causing her to almost idolize him.  With Misty’s limited experience with romance, she mistakenly conflates Frankie’s pranks with flirtation, causing an electric jolt to run through her whenever he and Van pull off a particularly good one.  Misty badly wants Frankie’s attention, wanting nothing more than to incite a mutual fascination in him, wanting to get close to Frankie at the very least through friendship.  Unfortunately for Misty, she doesn’t often cross Frankie’s mind outside of practice.  While a part of him finds Misty’s enthusiasm endearing, he’s more weirded out by her than he’d let on.

While Frankie doesn’t feel particularly negatively towards any of his teammates, Travis Martinez is a different story.  Frankie doesn’t like Travis at all – in fact he dislikes him so much the feeling borders hatred.  Frankie feels rather uneasy around the moody boy, often a target of his homophobic and misogynistic vitriol.  Travis openly hates Frankie, secretly harboring a deep resentment towards the butch for his positive borderline familial relationship with both Javi and his father.  Although Travis generally pays no mind to his little brother, he’s secretly jealous that Frankie, a butch lesbian, has a better relationship with Javi than he does.  Travis’s seemingly only goal in life is to make Frankie’s life a living hell, leaving Frankie wary of him and going to great lengths to avoid him.  Still another reason why Travis hates Frankie so much is him being unafraid to fight back verbally.  Though Frankie’s not much of a physical fighter he’s confident he could take Travis if absolutely necessary.  While Frankie is determined not to give Travis the satisfaction of a brawl, his words cut deep, his bark being worse than his bite.  Travis is deeply insecure in his masculinity, feeling threatened by Frankie and his proud butch identity.

Frankie's view of Laura Lee is admittedly narrow and misguided. Frankie's resentment towards the blonde "Jesus freak" has grown over the years due to the blind way she's always clung to the words of Michael's sermons since she was barely a toddler. Although in reality Laura Lee is hardly the religious fanatic Frankie credits her to be, he harbors resentment toward the girl due to his warped perception of her. Throughout his childhood, Frankie was subjected to varying levels of religious abuse at the hands of his parents, led by his father, the pastor Laura practically idolizes. He views Laura Lee's blind belief in his father as an act of hatred, although in reality she believes in the words of the Bible, not Michael specifically. He blindly dislikes Laura Lee, dislike bordering on misguided hatred in a misplaced attempt to protect himself. Despite Frankie's resentment of the girl, Laura Lee is blissfully unaware of his negative feelings towards her, respecting and admiring the butch and making attempts to reach out whenever they cross paths. Laura Lee would like to befriend Frankie, respecting his status as the preacher's child, wanting to become closer to the butch she's been in close proximity to since childhood.

Coach Martinez is like a father figure to Frankie. His advice and constant pushing Frankie to be better on the field encourage the butch, both on and off the field. Due to his poor relationship with his actual father, Coach Martinez is like the loving father Frankie never had. Frankie respects the way he's both encouraging and motivating, never failing to high five one of his players after a particularly good play while simultaneously critiquing his team when necessary, wanting them to be the best they can be both on and off the soccer field. He admires Coach Martinez's clear passion for both the game and the players, his dedication being clear in the way he coaches. Even off the field he and Frankie have a solid relationship, with Frankie trusting the man enough to oftentimes ask for advice. Coach Martinez rather likes Frankie, considering him to be dependable and dedicated on top of being one of his best players. He respects him for certain, allowing him a leadership position on the team. Though he wouldn't admit this to any of the players, he occasionally regrets making Jackie the captain of the Yellowjackets instead of Frankie.

Van and Frankie have a long and complicated history going back to childhood. Van, Nat, and Frankie were an inseparable trio as children, having a bond as strong as brotherhood. While I previously detailed the forced end of this relationship, the following year Van was outed as a lesbian, following which Frankie wasn't even allowed to be outside at the same time Van was, with Frankie's parents making constant disparaging remarks about "Vanessa" while Van was in earshot. This led to Van harboring a strong resentment, mixed with a bit of uneasiness for Frankie, although internally Frankie never bought into the bullshit of his parents. In fact, Van's outing led to Frankie beginning his research into being butch, leading to his own self-discovery. When Frankie joined the Yellowjackets it was the first time he and Van really saw each other again. Frankie was the only upperclassman on JV, being a junior at the time, a fact that embarrassed him profusely. As goalie, Van would oftentimes have to step into JV practices due to the less skilled team not having their own consistent goalie. Due to Van's resentment toward Frankie the pair would often hurl insults at one another, earning them frequent scoldings from Coach Martinez. Although Frankie badly wanted to reach out to Van, he used insults as a defense mechanism, feeling too insecure to allow himself to truly feel hurt by the butch who'd once been like a brother to him. Frankie quickly became a leader of the JV team, throwing himself into the soccer world to cope with the situation, being the only real JV player to give Van as a goalie a run for his money, which eventually led to him winning Van over once more. Frankie had always respected and admired Van, even after being barred from having a friendly relationship with him. Frankie admired the butch for the way they handled being outed, and the way they handled the shit they got from Frankie's parents after the fact. Once the two had made up on the soccer field, they quickly fell back into their old patterns of friendship, quickly rekindling their brotherly bond and mutual view of each other as best friends. Unlike Nat, Van is perfectly content with having multiple best friends, and that's certainly what Frankie and Van are by senior year. Frankie will oftentimes spend nights at Van's when the wrath of his father gets to be too much. With Van's alcoholic mother oftentimes being in a drunken stupor, she's often too intoxicated to even notice the extra person in the trailer, on bad days even mistaking Frankie for Van. Despite their familial bond for the most part being restored, Van slowly begins to develop conflicting romantic feelings for Frankie which confuse them as they very much are still into Tai as well. Van's view on Frankie begins to shift watching him on the field into a sort of warped and idolized version of him, especially after he assists Jackie in winning the game determining the Yellowjackets' spot in the Nationals game. With Frankie being the only other butch Van knows, he grows infatuated with him, feeling an overwhelming amount of confusion for the way he views the other butch. Van strangely views Frankie's game winning assist as him saving the pair of them with both of their home lives slowly growing more unbearable. Van views nationals as their ticket out of Wiskayok, even if only for a short while, associating this prospective fleeting freedom with Frankie himself.

             Directly Post-Crash Chart !

Immediately post-crash, Frankie's feelings on Taissa haven't changed. He's quite fond of Tai, respecting her strength and the admirable way she's handling things despite the situation. Tai is constantly checking in on the other Yellowjackets, even taking Ben's feelings into consideration despite some of the others cynically believing he should've died in the crash. Frankie's initial feeling of Taissa having a good head on her shoulders is reaffirmed as Tai repeatedly steps up as a responsible almost motherly figure to her younger teammates and even those she's not as fond of. While precrash!Tai was pretty neutral on Frankie, not having many opportunities to interact with the butch, the crash forces all of the Yellowjackets into close proximity, and Tai finds herself liking Frankie, admiring the way he aided in getting Van off the plane and respecting his resilience after the way his teammates left him. She's apologetic to him, respecting Frankie and feeling grateful for his hand in saving Van.

After the crash, Frankie harbors a great resentment towards Jackie Taylor. The reason why Frankie resents Jackie is because she left him and Van to die on the plane in her rush to save Shauna. While he was never the biggest fan of the blonde before, Frankie was fairly neutral on Jackie before the crash. However, resentment begins to grow when he wakes up still on the plane with footprints on his back, the rest of his teammates having used him as stepping stone when fleeing the plane, crawling out of the wreckage to find Jackie who is shocked to find out that he and Van are still alive. He tries to alert her to Van still being trapped on the plane but much to his chagrin passes out once more, waking up again to hear Van ripping into her for leaving both them and Frankie to the Wilderness. Despite his growing dislike for the girl who would've let him die in his eyes without a care (the entire team thought he was dead hence the footprints on his back though Frankie still blames Jackie), Jackie respects and admires the butch for his dedication to the team and his survival instinct. Although she doesn't know the extent of it, with Frankie doing his best to keep his home life under wraps out of shame and embarrassment, Jackie admires the butch's resilience, especially with surviving the crash, although she feels uneasy about him due to his inability to hide his own feelings towards her.

Shauna and Frankie's relationship hasn't changed much at all with Frankie still feeling largely neutral towards the girl. Shauna can hold a mean grudge though, her neutrality towards Frankie teetering closer and closer to overt dislike given the way Frankie and Van treat Jackie after the crash. Shauna has pretty much entirely written Frankie off, preferring to pretend as if he doesn't exist, not caring immensely about him either way but not taking kindly to his outright resentment of Jackie. Just as before the crash, Frankie doesn't care enough about Shauna to care what she thinks of him but he's perfectly content to stay out of her way unless absolutely necessary.

While Nat and Frankie's brotherly bond had been restored by the time of the crash, Nat secretly begins to doubt their relationship, being unsure of how close they really are anymore — while Nat still very much treasures Frankie he's very aware of how close Van and him have gotten, almost starting to push Nat away. Frankie seems far more drawn to Van at this point than interested in Nat. Nat begins to feel uneasy around Frankie after the crash as he begins to see the decline of Frankie's physical health, and more importantly along with that, his sanity. Frankie on the other hand, feels a powerful devotion to Nat after the crash, his view of Nat as a simultaneous best friend and brother figure only growing. Nat in a way saved him on the plane, securing his oxygen mask when Frankie was paralyzed with fear, only dully aware of the situation at hand. Nat is probably definitely the person Frankie trusts most, especially after he saved his life. Frankie respects and admires Nat over anybody else, in a warped way beginning to worship him after the crash, conflating Nat with his own survival, building Nat up into a pedestalized version of him after the crash. As Nat's unease surrounding Frankie grows, their trust beginning to waver more and more as Frankie begins to lose himself, Frankie only grows to worship Nat more.

Despite Frankie and Ben's positive relationship before the crash, Ben quickly begins feeling uneasy around the butch after the crash. Generally detached from the Yellowjackets, he admittedly fears most of them after overhearing the way some of the girls were discussing the way they wished he had died in the crash. He knows he's in an awkward position around them, feeling exceptionally uneasy around Frankie who seems to be losing himself in the Wilderness almost immediately. The gentle hearted, secretly insecure butch he took under his wing seems to be disappearing, replaced by something far more sinister... While Frankie continues to respect Ben, despite the majority of his teammates quickly turning on him, he no longer feels he can trust the assistant coach, wary that even respecting him might eventually put a target on Frankie's back. While the pair tentatively try to keep their friendly relationship on track, it seems to be doomed though neither knows how to distance from the other.

Frankie's opinions of Mari haven't changed much directly after the crash. The pair were always friendly precrash, with Mari having secretly been Frankie's favorite underclassman. Although not many others do given her snarky and sarcastic nature, Frankie trusts Mari. As much as she'll joke and as mean as she can be, she's dependable both on and off the field. Frankie was pleased when they both made varsity this year, although Mari isn't the most skilled player in comparison to some of the other Yellowjackets. As Frankie begins to morph into a Godlike figure in the Wilderness, Mari is one of his first worshippers, hopelessly devoting herself to the butch. Mari sees Frankie in a similar way that Frankie sees Nat post-crash. She sees him as a brotherly figure, shyly hoping to befriend Frankie though she wouldn't admit it were she questioned on the matter. Mari idolizes Frankie, a fact that he enjoys way more than he probably should. This is another reason that he trusts the girl — she's loyal to him. Mari trusts him in return, looking up to him and constantly looking to the butch for advice on what their next move should be. Her trust may be more blind than she believes but you'll have to stay tuned to know for sure ;). Although Mari initially began idolizing Frankie due to his assist in winning the game earning the Yellowjackets a spot at Nationals, his survival in the crash is really what motivates her to worship him.

I'm anticipating Lottie and Frankie's dynamic to be quite interesting. I'm in the process of writing Frankie's official Wilderness lore and fleshing it out but the first person the Wilderness "chooses" is Frankie, at least in the eyes of the majority of the Yellowjackets. Lottie is currently a big believer in this, though at this point directly after the crash Lottie is still on her medication so this is subject to change as time goes on. Lottie feels uneasy, getting the sense that Frankie will play a very important role as time goes on without rescue, but at this point she highly respects him, although they will eventually become rivals. While not as devoted to Frankie as some of the others like Mari, Van, or Misty, at this time she's participating in the idolization of Frankie, feeding into it although not maliciously. Lottie is conflicted on whether or not she fully believes in Frankie as somewhat of a Godlike figure, but she believes (or at least convinces herself she does), also secretly contributing to Frankie's idolization in a slightly "selfish" way of not wanting to take on the role that she eventually will be forced into after the crash. Both Frankie and Lottie can strangely sense each other's importance, which as stated previously has the potential to become a future rivalry. While before the crash Frankie resented, and even disliked Lottie due to her wealthy status, this petty resentment feels suddenly unimportant to the butch after the crash, high school drama no longer high on the ranks of things on Frankie's mind. Frankie feels rather neutral towards Lottie after the crash, especially as he learns more about her own poor circumstances which in a way mirror his own despite their class differences. Still, there's something about the girl that makes Frankie rather uneasy...

Immediately post-crash, Frankie's feelings on Akilah haven't changed. He remains neutral towards the JV girl as even after the crash they don't interact much, but he still has respect for her. Akilah is a sweet and selfless girl with a gentle soul. Post-crash Akilah is not sure if she admires the person Frankie is slowly becoming, but nevertheless at this point she trusts him, if only because her girlfriend Mari does. Although she's one of the kindest people around, Akilah can be meek, struggling to form her own opinions at times. Since Akilah trusts Mari and Mari trusts Frankie so deeply, surely Frankie must be trustworthy, right?

Post-crash Javi and Frankie mutually view one another as brothers. While Frankie had always liked the young boy, viewing him as the brother he never had, his bond with Javi only strengthens after the crash. Javi continues to trust and admire Frankie who goes out of his way to check in on and include Javi after the crash, taking care of him when Travis refuses to do so. Both Frankie and Javi are utterly devastated by the death of Coach Martinez what with Javi being his biological son, and Frankie's view of the man as a surrogate father, finding solace in each other and their mutual grief when so many of the other Yellowjackets hardly even seem to care. While utterly horrific, his death facilitates the strengthening of Javi and Frankie's bond, urging Frankie to get even more protective over the Martinez boy which only strengthens Javi's trust and reliance on the butch. While Javi is even quieter after the crash, being mute for the first few months following his father's death, this doesn't bother Frankie in the slightest. While Travis rags on his younger brother for this fact, a few of the other Yellowjackets practically forgetting about Javi due to his propensity to keep to himself, this only motivates Frankie to look after the poor boy, something that Javi is immensely grateful for.

Misty's budding obsession with Frankie before the crash begins to completely consume her after the crash. Given her crush on the butch combined with his position in winning the game leading up to nationals she's idolized Frankie for awhile, but her obsession only grows post-crash what with Frankie having been presumed dead before crawling from the wreckage battered and bruised, acting as a hero in aiding in getting Van off the plane, his very survival being the first sign of the Wilderness choosing him. Misty nurses Frankie back to health after the crash, getting off on the control she has over him yet never quite taking advantage of his vulnerable position, though Frankie's not quite sure he believes this. She devotes herself to him, worshipping the ground he walks on and blindly putting all of her trust and faith in him, always eager to second his opinions and advice in a warped attempt to get him to like her. While Frankie finds her parroting his every word more annoying than anything else, in Misty's mind her coming across as likeminded to the butch will put her in a more favorable position. Frankie's neutrality towards the Quigley girl doesn't change much after the crash though it slowly begins to morph into more of a dislike. However, after the crash he grows to resent the girl who nursed him back to health and now follows him around like a lost puppy instead of demanding something in return. Frankie resents her clear obsession with him, resents her surprisingly competent nursing skills (which she has babysitting training to thank for), and quite honestly fears her just a bit, although he'd never admit this. Given the murkiness of Frankie's consciousness directly post-crash given the state of his injuries, Frankie doesn't quite believe the Misty who clearly worships him never took advantage of him, only furthering his unease and fear of the girl. As much as Frankie wants to commit to disliking Misty he can't quite bring himself to after she saved his life after the crash, quite possibly being singlehandedly responsible for his survival. He feels indebted to Misty providing him with another reason to resent her. She's never asked him for anything, even outright worshipping him, yet Frankie feels he owes Misty his life.

While Travis's feelings towards Frankie don't really change at all directly after the crash, aside from maybe his resentment of the butch growing, Frankie's strong dislike for the boy has morphed into full blown hatred. Frankie absolutely despises Travis for the dismissive, unkind way he treats Javi. Instead of being there for his brother after losing a father, Travis if anything seems to almost hate Javi after the crash with him only serving as a reminder that his dad is gone. When not ragging on his younger brother, Travis seems to try to forget Javi, acting as though he doesn't exist, although Javi yearns for the comfort of his older brother. Aside from his disparaging treatment of Javi, Travis's bigotry only worsens directly after the crash, with Travis using it as a defense mechanism against his insecurity surrounding being one of the only men alive in the Wilderness post-crash. With Travis being the coach's son, he never would have participated in Nationals anyway, only furthering his resentment and hatred for the Yellowjackets.

Frankie's misguided dislike for Laura Lee is no longer so prevalent after the crash as he's exposed to her true self more and more. Similarly to his feelings on Lottie, Frankie's priorities no longer lie with upholding a petty, high school drama level view on the religious girl, given the life or death situation of the Wilderness. Still, he can't just get rid of the prejudiced view he's held of the girl for more than a decade, leading to him feeling largely uneasy around Laura Lee. Nevertheless, they strike up a tentative friendship after the crash, with Frankie being drawn to the familiarity of Laura in such an abnormal, frightening situation. Laura Lee continues to respect and admire Frankie, growing to trust and have faith in the butch she's been fond of since childhood. While Frankie's still not entirely sure he likes Laura Lee, she certainly likes him, considering him to be a friend and glad to have bonded with him a bit after the crash. Laura Lee trusts Frankie despite his own wariness towards her.

Van and Frankie's relationship only becomes murkier after the crash. After the crash Van is Frankie's rock (as mentioned he'd often stay at Van's pre-crash), and without question he'd die for them. Although they may not be related by blood, in Frankie's eyes Van is just as much of a brother to him as Travis and Javi are. On top of that, Van is without a doubt Frankie's best friend, and being pretty much the only two butches in Wiskayok given the time period, their best friend bond is only strengthened by shared experience. Though it's not something that Frankie is consciously aware of, he began distancing himself from Nat after winning back Van, leading to a rift in both Nat and Frankie's relationship and Nat and Van's relationship. It is because of Frankie that Van makes it off the plane and as a result of this Van is Frankie's first and most devout worshipper. Frankie is Van's driving force in surviving the Wilderness — everything Van does is for Frankie. Frankie and Tai are Van's primary motivation to stay alive. A post-crash Van has a warped kind of infatuation type crush on the other butch. They greatly admire him and the way he saved them, leading to them misconstruing the Yellowjackets' win as all Frankie's doing despite Jackie actually being the one to score the winning goal. Van harbors an intense resentment towards Jackie, ripping into her for her role in leaving both them and Frankie to die on the plane, implying that she's too stupid to understand that Frankie is the reason they made it to Nationals in the first place, despite this not being the reality. While a young and directly pre-crash Van mutually viewed Frankie as a brother figure, post-crash Van views Frankie as a God.

[mizunosakura]

Whenever I'm having a really rough time, I usually will spend a lot of time hyperfocusing on something from when I was younger and it seems that is currently Neopets with how much I've played recently. I usually still log in at least once a month, but I've been playing nearly every day for the last few weeks which it's been years since I did besides like... Advent Calendar stuff.

Ended up getting some brand-new pets, worked hard to trade some old items for some new things as well (and also got many things thanks to some really great friends so thank you all).

I don't know if I'll get more pets anytime soon or not (there are maybe one or two I'd consider but unless something new I super like comes out, I might be set). That said, it's entirely possible some new Styling Studio one could end up testing me or some of the like... accessories. Like they recently did new ears/tails for Gelerts and if they also did them for baby gelerts and more colors of each style, I feel like it'd get me to finally get a Gelert.

My only big goal, besides wishing I could re-get some items from when I was hacked when I was little, is to get an Old Beaten Chokato Chia Plushie so I can finally finish my Chia Plushie Gallery.

If anyone has suggestions for any of these pets customizations to look cuter, let me know @-@ Finding dresses that look nice on Chias is hard and there is unfortunately an issue where certain color-customizations cause the hair to still stay visible even when putting on a wig.

I would say the only thing I'd like to change in the future is my Royal Chia's dress, but all the dresses I liked so far have been blue or purple and I really want a pink one to happen.

(Ordered them in the order I've gotten them essentially-- My Maraquan Yurble was thanks to ZYDP T~T <3)

[head-archivist-mag-institute]

(Eilir practically storms into Jon's office and immediately begins pacing. It's very evident that they had not slept in days)

I had the entire 1900s section completely organised. Like, down to the day. It was all organised!

(they throw their arms up in exasperation)

I walk in and everything's been displaced! I had everything organised, and now! It's all undone!

(they almost laugh hysterically. They had hyperfocused on organising the Archives in an attempt to ignore their increasing anxiety over Cyper's disappearance)

Why?

I-

His head shoots up, eyes wide. He looks stunned.

What?? Who-

I don't even know where to start with this. Here, sit down. You don't.. look the best.

Jon looked in about the same state.

Do you think someone could have done it? Maybe an animal got in- Maybe Martin let another dog in, God forbid.

I can help you reorganize it, I was planning on staying late anyways.

[pelorsdyke]

ronancetober - day three: horror movie au [happy death day]

Nancy’s head is throbbing beyond belief, her mouth drier than she’d like, and she can feel an arm draped over her back. She’d never really been a “party girl,” not until the last semester of senior year of high school, when her entire life had exploded.

She’d stopped fucking Steve shortly thereafter, at least, and it’s that that makes her carefully open up one eye to try and assess the situation. As long as she isn’t in his dorm, Nancy can’t find it in herself to care whose goddamn room it is.

It isn’t Steve’s. Small victories.

There’s a few film posters on the walls, a record player balanced carefully on the desk amongst stacks of books and papers, and Nancy examines it all from her spot on the bed. There’s something familiar about it, but for the life of her, she can’t place what it is, and it irks her. It’s not until a soft huff sounds behind her that Nancy realizes exactly where she’s landed.

“Nance?” Comes the sleep-heavy voice of Robin Buckley, her philosophy 101 classmate. Nancy takes some relief in the fact that Robin sounds just as confused as she herself feels. Her classmate’s arms are warm and comfortable, a respite from the pain of Nancy’s hangover, but now that’s she more awake and aware, her instincts kick in. Nancy runs.

“Hey,” she says, aware of the placating note in her voice, “I have to get going— early morning and all. See you in class, alright?”

Robin is still blinking up at her when she slams the door behind her.

Her mother is calling— that’s not something Nancy is remotely interested in dealing with at the moment— probably to wish her a happy birthday, but the call will, as usual, quickly devolve into some condescension about how Nancy never calls. She directs it to her voicemail.

Nancy hates her birthday— it’s part of why she’d gotten so wasted last night— and how it always reminds her of spending the day with Barb, back at home. She’s not planning to celebrate at all today, honestly. She’s got no plans, despite the bill of goods she sold Robin as she ducked out. She might as well go distract herself and hang with Jonathan, at least see if that’ll stop her brain from hyperfocusing on her terrible life.

—

In the end, much as she loves him, spending the day with Jonathan does little to reset Nancy’s bad mood. Instead, she ends up lost in her head for the majority of it all, working herself up despite his best efforts. He offers to have her come back to his dorm, trying to entice her with the offer of a joint he’s stashed in his dresser, but Nancy can’t find it in herself to take him up on it. She tells him to enjoy himself, manages a wry chuckle at his lopsided grin as he assures her he very much will.

There’s something fitting about shuffling home to her own dorm alone, in the dark. The campus is quiet, save for a few sparse groups of tipsy co-eds, and Nancy feels herself finally relax for the first time that day.

And then she hears it: a scream.

Immediately, Nancy breaks out into a run. She’s lost a lot of her own sense of self-preservation, but she’ll be damned if she leaves someone else hanging out to dry.

No one is standing there— or laying there, in the fetal position, or anything— when Nancy rounds the corner. She cautiously takes a few steps further into the darkness, moving toward the sound. “Hello?” She calls, hearing her footsteps echo around the campus’s tunnel. On second look, while there may not be someone there, there’s certainly something— a small ceramic figurine, sitting in a sliver of light. Nancy squints. It’s a birthday party scene.

“Okay, this isn’t funny!” She calls, stepping further into the tunnel. “Steve? Carol? Tommy, this stinks of your shit.”

When she gets close enough, Nancy kneels down before the figure. It’s fucking creepy. Baby-faced figures sit around a cake, party hats pale and pastel in the way only old ceramic can ever be. “Jesus Christ,” she mutters, but as she reaches a finger to touch it, Nancy’s heart jumps to her throat.

There’s someone behind her. She’s certain of it.

She stands, staring down the figure as she turns to face them. They’re masked, a black hoodie covering the majority of their figure, and Nancy feels a small shiver go down her spine. The mask is that stupid fucking baby again, the horrifying mascot of the college.

“I’m not scared,” she says, loud and certain, though there is some private part of her that disagrees. “Whatever this is, some kind of joke or something, it’s not fucking funny or scary or whatever you’re aiming for. Just go home.”

The figure remains still.

“Did Tommy put you up to this?” She asks, falling back on her best guess once more. “Tell him you accomplished your goal, whatever the fuck it was, and leave.”

There’s another beat, and then the figure, as if agreeing with her, disappears around the corner.

Satisfied, Nancy continues her trek through the tunnel, assured no one is actually in danger. She can still feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up, though, and she finds herself turning every few feet, waiting for the baby-faced stranger to come running back into the tunnel. Nothing happens, and it strengthens her resolve some as she reaches the end of the path. A noise catches Nancy by surprise, but as she turns one more time to assess the situation, the only thing in the tunnel is still that stupid birthday figurine. She wants to kick it into pieces. Still, she turns back, determined to just head back to her dorm.

She feels stupid for not considering it sooner. The sound of two feet landing on the ground is Nancy’s only warning before the stranger is on her, not at her back, but face to horrifying cherubic face. It’s got a knife, Nancy realizes, and the best thing she has is the tote bag she tossed her wallet and keys in on her way to see Jonathan. Still, Nancy scrounges up some remaining amount of self-preservation from wherever it’s hiding in her body, and runs.

She runs like she’s never run before, but she’s neglected to do the math on how difficult it is to navigate a campus full of trees, fences, and random bulletin boards in the pitch black. Nancy’s foot catches on a ring of rocks around some plants and she falls. The college’s blue emergency lights taunt her from her position on the ground. She looks desperately around, but the assailant is nowhere to be seen. Nancy has only a moment to wonder if that’s better or worse before a stick cracks just behind her head, and she peers up to see the terrible large eyes of the mask staring back at her.

There’s something about the position that makes her so immediately, achingly aware she’s about to die. She barely has time to scream as the knife comes crashing into her.

Nancy jumps out of her skin at the sensation of a familiar pillow pressed beneath her cheek. What the fuck? She sits up immediately, pressing a hand to her chest where the knife slid between her rib bones. It’s not until she hears grumbling behind her that Nancy becomes aware, once more, of the shape of Robin Buckley at her back.

“Nance?” Robin asks, and her voice sounds just the same way it did yesterday. Last time. Whatever. Nancy flinches. “What’s wrong?” She adds this time, gentle and achingly sweet.

“Nothing.” Nancy hurries to reply. “Bad dream. That’s all.” Still, she follows her instinct, rushes out the same way as before. “I have to get going— early morning and all. See you in class, alright?”

Robin is still blinking up at her when she slams the door behind her.