#but holy shit mom why did you have to take me to a nice sounding onsen bath

[zerosocialskillz]

I just want to make Mono’s UTAU voicebank

But procrastination and unforeseen events prevent me from voicing even a single sample

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Little Emerald: Meet Mia

Chaggie Single Mom AU

I have a soft spot for Single Mom AUs, okay?

Vaggie: (pulls up in her work truck with lumber in the back) Holy shit.... this house is fancy. (double-check her pen pad) Did I write down the right address?

Charlie: (rushes around the corner wearing a white and pink floral sundress) Hi! You must be Vaggie!

Vaggie: Uh.... yeah... You must be Mrs. Morningstar.

(Mentally: Holy fuck! She's gorgeous!)

Charlie: Oh! No. No, Mrs. Just Ms. Morningstar. But you can call me Charlie!

Vaggie: Alright, Ms. Morningstar... Where do you want me to build this playhouse?

Charlie: (tucks hair behind her ear with one hand while the other points around the back of the house)

(Mentally: Oh...wow...she's so pretty~)

Just in the backyard. There's a flag sticking in the ground where you can build. Is there anything you need from me?

Vaggie: (Mentally: Besides a date this Friday?)

(clears her throat and shakes her head) No, not at all. I'll just get started.

Charlie: (smiles brightly with a slight blush that could be natural or from being in the sun too long) Alright! Sounds good. Let me know if there's anything you need. I'll just be inside.

Vaggie: (simply nods as she walks to the backyard) Gorgeous AND cute??? Well, fuck!

Charlie: (enters the house and rushes over to the kitchen window that oversees the backyard) Shit! She's so handsome and pretty! I wonder if I should have swayed my hips a little.... (smacks her forehead with a loud SLAP) Way to stereotype the lady carpenter as a lesbian. She might not be into women!

(plasters her hands to her cheeks)

Wait... Why do I care if she likes girls? I don't like girls! ......Right? (sees Vaggie stretching out her arms and shoulders as she takes off her plaid over shirt to the tanktop underneath) ............I'm bisexual.....

Vaggie: (huffs) It's too fucking hot today... but at least it's a little more tolerable now. (starts assembling a base for the floor of the playhouse and looks up after having the base assembled to work on the walls and A-frame)

Mia: (standing and watching as she swirls the skirt of her pink dress with her hands behind her back) Hello!

Vaggie: Huh? (Looks back as she sees a little girl that looks like a younger copy of Charlie with bright green eyes) Uh.... Hi? .....I'm assuming that this playhouse is for you?

Mia: (nods excitedly) Mm-hmm! My name's Mia! What's yours?

Vaggie: .....Vaggie.

Mia: It's nice to meet you, Ms. Vaggie! (Gives a little curtsy) Thank you for taking the time to build my play house!

Vaggie: Uh, sure... But I'm getting paid for this, so... not much of a point in thanking me. (turns away as she continues to assemble a wall)

(Mentally: Great... I wasn't expecting to have a kid sitting around and distracting me. Why are kids so awkward?)

Mia: I know, but I can still say "thank you" because I'm really happy you agreed to build it!

Vaggie: Uh-huh.... uh, you're welcome then.

Mia: (continues watching) You have a lot of muscles.

Vaggie: Mm-hmm.... (continues nail gunning the beams together before raising the wall and nailing it in place)

Mia: How did you get so many??? They're so cool!

Vaggie: I work out.

Mia: Work out?

Vaggie:....I lift heavy things

Mia: Oh! So.... it's not like Mommy's Zumba classes?

Vaggie: No.

(Mentally: Holy fuck, Kid, let me work!-)

Charlie: (rushing outside from the back patio whike carrying a pitcher of iced tea) Mia! Sweetie! Why don't you leave Ms. Vaggie alone so she can work, my little emerald. Why don't you go inside and get out of the sun. You're starting to get a little pink on your ears.

Mia: Okay, Mommy. (runs back into the house)

Charlie: I'm so sorry about that. She's such a friendly and curious little girl. Did she bother you too much?

Vaggie: (blinks back a blush as she watches the sun illuminate Charlie's blonde hair like a golden halo) No, not really. She's just a kid being a kid.

Charlie: (sighs in relief and tries tonnot stare at Vaggie's already sweating muscles) T-That's good! Here. It's really getting hot out, so I brought you something cold to drink. (places the jug of iced tea on a small table she brought with her)

Vaggie: Uh.... thanks. I appreciate it.

Charlie: You're welcome! (continues standing and shuffling awkwardly as her eyes flit around the yard in a desperate attempt not to stare) Right! Well, I'll be inside if you need me! (Rushes inside)

(Mentally: STUPID!!! STUPID!!! STUPID!!!)

Mia: (coloring on her table) Ms. Vaggie works out.

Charlie: (trying to look out the window again without getting caught) Yes... Yes, she does....

[peachhcs]

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okay okay thank god that talked kinda finally!!!

ahhh another part your spoiling us !!!

part 8!! let me know if we wanna continue and how i should take this side plot if we do want it to continue on or leave it here bc technically will and samy have resolved their minor conflict LOL

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

samy was at home for a few days after emailing her professors that she hurt her shoulder and was a bit immobile when it came to typing and trying to write. it was nice being in her own bed in the comfort of her own room, but boy did she not miss having her mom all over her every second of the day.

ellen poked her head into samy’s room probably ever fifteen minutes as if her daughter’s state had changed since she last checked-in. samy knew she meant well, but sometimes it felt like she couldn’t even breathe without her mom asking if she was okay.

“it’s because you’re the baby of the family,” jack teased when him and quinn called to check-in that afternoon. the girl rolled her eyes.

“is this how you felt when you broke your shoulder?” she mumbled while the older brunette laughed.

“yeah, basically. she’ll baby any of us when something’s wrong, but you more because you’re the youngest.”

“it’s so annoying. i can’t even like..do anything without her down my neck,” samy huffed.

“yeah, sorry squirt. how are you otherwise?” jack wondered.

“i’m fine, i guess. disappointed. sad. bored. in pain.”

“when do you think you’ll play again?” quinn wondered.

“i’m hoping before the championships start, but it depends on how i heal,” the younger girl explained and the older boys nodded.

“crossing my fingers for you then. that girl was so fucking annoying with the way she played. can’t believe she didn’t get a red card,” jack shook his head in frustration.

“tell me about it, but it’s whatever. can’t do anything about it now,” samy shrugged with her good arm.

meanwhile, will had just gotten into michigan and was downstairs saying hi to ellen and jim. he’d been conversing with luke all morning who went to pick the blonde up without samy’s knowledge.

“it’s so good to see you, will. how have you been?” ellen gushed, excited to see her “fourth” son.

“i’ve been pretty good. it’s good to see you guys too,” will smiled.

“samy’s upstairs. she might be talking to her brothers, but you can go knock,” ellen grinned as she pushed the boy to the stairs. he flushed a bit, waving awkwardly before slowly making his way up.

samy’s door was closed and he could hear her soft voice coming from inside. for some reason, will was nervous. what if she didn’t want him here? what if she told him to go home? what if she didn’t want to see him?

will shook himself from the negative thoughts. he couldn’t think like that. it was samy. his girlfriend. she’d never say those things to him he carefully lifted his hand and tapped three times against the hardwood.

“mom, i promise i’m fine since the last time you asked,” samy called from inside and will heard sounds of quinn and jack laughing.

the blonde smiled a bit as he slowly pushed the door open. samy rolled her eyes that her mom didn’t take the hint until she caught a familiar mop of blonde curls and her boyfriend’s face instead of her mom’s. the brunette’s eyes widened and the shock washed over her that he was standing 10 feet from her bed.

“holy shit. w-will?” samy pushed her computer down her legs, swinging them over the bed and took three big strides towards him.

the blonde embraced her as best as he could without hurting her. samy hugged him tightly, drowning in his scent and familiarity. she couldn't believe he was here in her bedroom.

"hi, baby," the blonde hummed while fully melting into her arms.

"what are you doing here? why are you here? aren't you supposed to be in san jose right now?" samy pushed all of her questions as she stepped out of the boy's embrace much to his dismay.

"i wanted to come see you and check in on you after surgery," will explained with a half smile.

"aren't you gonna get in trouble for just skipping practice?" she couldn't believe that will would skip practice just to come see her, especially now that he was in the nhl.

"i mean, probably," the blonde shrugged like he didn't care which took the girl by surprise.

"you don't care? you're not gonna get to play or something."

"i mean, i do, but i care more about you. i wanted to make sure you knew that and knew you'll never be a burden to me," will cupped her cheeks and tilted her face up to his.

samy's expression softened at her boyfriend's admission, "you ditched practice and risked getting in trouble just for me?"

"i did and i always will for you. running lines and being forced to do conditioning is not as worse as making you think you'd be too much for me or something again. i love you and i'm sorry you thought that," will frowned making samy frown too.

"i love you too, will. i'm sorry again i didn't call sooner," samy said and all will did was lean down to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

they melted into one another, savoring the feeling of their lips pressed together after being a part for so long. when they pulled away the mood felt a lot lighter in the room and so did the smiles.

"glad to have you here for a weekend. anything is better than my mom babying me 24/7," the two shared a laugh.

"don't worry, i'll 100% be babying you," will grinned as samy pulled him towards her bed to cuddle for a bit.

they got under the covers while the brunette reached for the remote to turn something onto the tv. will's big arms wrapped themselves around the girl, squeezing her close as he could without hurting her shoulder. once they landed on a tv show for the time being, samy snuggled in closer and let herself finally completely relax. she breathed will in—the scent of his cologne and laundry detergent filling her nose and quickly putting her to sleep.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - one hundred and two | now you *have* to explain

“I don’t know, auntie.” 

A customer walked up to the counter.

Minsoo covered her phone with her hand. “Y/n?”

You came out of the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Can you help this customer? My aunt is on the phone.”

“Yeah, you can take it outside if you want.”

“Thank you.” Minsoo said to you before replying to her phone, “I said I don’t know, auntie.”

You helped the customer and about ten minutes later, Minsoo came back over to the counter looking frazzled. “Sorry about that.”

“What was that about?”

“My aunt - San’s mom - was asking me if I’ve seen San and what he was up to and everything. Apparently she heard something was going on with him through her lawyer because he knows someone who knows San’s lawyer.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh.

“Oh? He doesn’t call her?”

Minsoo shook her head. “Not since the emancipation.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “The what?”

“Uhhhhh.”

“I mean, I guess you don’t have to tell me if--”

“San was a Chaebol heir!”

You choked on your own spit. You had no idea how you inhaled it, but you were so surprised you started choking. “A-- what?!” You coughed.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” Minsoo whined.

“Then why did you say it?!”

“I don’t know! His mom always plays with my head! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to me!”

“Ahh!” Minsoo whined.

You laughed. “Well, now you have to explain.”

“Ugh, okay, but don’t tell him I told you.”

“Fine, I won’t.”

“So… ugh, okay. So when San was maybe sixteen, he met Seonghwa in school.”

You nodded.

She nodded. “When San was eighteen, there was this whole big fight in our family, because his dad is the current owner of Choi Electronics - which is like, electronics mostly, but a whole bunch of subsidiaries - and they wanted to merge with another company when he turned twenty.”

You nodded.

“They actually could have merged when he was eighteen, but they decided that he and the daughter of the owner of the other company should be married for like… I don’t  know, security or something, so they had to wait until they both turned twenty. But they made them meet when they were both eighteen.”

“Holy shit. The lives of rich people are insane. That sounds like medieval kingdoms allying with each other.”

“Maybe, I don’t know. A lot of families do it but it’s so archaic.” Minsoo took her phone out of her pocket.

You looked at her quizzically.

“I’m making sure the call ended. If my aunt heard me say that, she’d kill me.” 

You nodded. “Are your parents like his parents at all?”

She put her phone away and grimaced as she thought. “Not as much?”

Your eyebrows lifted in silent questioning.

“Like, my mom is his dad’s younger sister, so she works for the company but never had that kind of pressure, and I never had it either. We’re just not that important.” 

“That must be nice. You get the money but not the responsibility.”

She seemed to weigh something in her mind before continuing. “But… once I tell them I’m dating Seonghwa, we’re probably going to get into a fight… and there’s a good chance I could get cut off.”

“Oh my god. They don’t know?”

She nodded.

“I mean-- not to derail, but would you break up with him for them?”

She looked at you flatly, a face you’ve seen Seonghwa make multiple times when he was displeased by someone or something. You raised your brows in surprise.

“Break up with the lovely nerd-man who’s helping me learn to stick up for myself and who thinks my being chubby is cute or neutral, so I can stay with a family who calls me fat and wants me to be a doormat?”

You pointed at her aggressively. “I TOLD YOU he’d think it was cute!” And banged your fist against the counter in excitement.

“When did you say that?” She laughed.

“Didn’t I? I don’t know, maybe I just thought it. But whatever, I was still right! You’re adorable.”

She laughed bashfully.

“But yeah, don’t break up with him for them.”

“I don’t want to, but I get the feeling that they’re going to give me an ultimatum and I’m going to have to find an apartment soon.” She sighed.

“Maybe you can move in with him; combine your Gundam collection.”

She chuckled.

“But yeah, the San thing, go ahead.”

“So anyway… the fight started because San and the girl had an official meeting - it’s a blind date - and he came back from the meeting saying that he hated her. I never met her, but San called me afterwards and told me everything she said, and she seemed like, uh…”

“A heinous human being?”

“Yeah. Like a real princess who’s used to everyone waiting on them hand and foot, you know?”

You nodded.

“So then he went to his parents and was like ‘I’m not marrying her,’ and they were like, ‘What about the daughter of this other company?’”

“And that obviously wasn’t the point.”

“Yeah. So he told them he didn’t want to marry someone they picked out for him because her dad’s company was doing well because he didn’t want to be miserable for the rest of his life… And they fought for weeks. He got his own lawyer, and this whole court case happened, and he basically had himself legally estranged from the family and got some amount of money from them that I don’t know, and then they cut him off.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, he’s not in any wills anymore or anything.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. I actually uh… I helped my grandma do a sneaky thing and she made my amount of her will larger so I could give it to him.”

“Did you?”

“Of course.”

You held up your fist for her to pound it and she did.

“You’re a solid girl, Minsoo. I’m surprised you weren’t too scared to do it.”

She shook her head. “I’d do anything my grandma would ask me. She was such a beacon of love in our family… and sense.”

“Shame no one else took after her.”

She nodded sadly.

“So were the results of the case their retaliation? Or is that what San wanted?”

“Being written out of the wills was his parent’s requirement. He got whatever money was legally in his name, and gave some of it to Seonghwa to start this café.”

“Oh, wow…” 

You looked around the café. It had never occurred to you that someone as young as Seonghwa being a café owner meant that he had to have a nice chunk of cash on hand to make everything happen. 

“I had no idea. Why has he never said anything? Also… I thought Seonghwa was the owner?”

“He is. San is his investor.”

“Holy shit, I had no idea.”

Minsoo nodded. “Yeah.”

“Did he ever say why he emancipated himself?”

“Not to me. But it’s pretty obvious, I think. He wanted to be in charge of his own life.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess all that money is kind of pointless if you can’t live the way you want and are forced to marry someone you don’t even like.”

Minsoo nodded.

The two of you stood in silence for a bit.

“You can not tell him I told you.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

Obviously, you had to talk to him about it.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Brotherly Cupid – Steve Harrington

Steve pulled up to Dustin's house and honked his horn. Ever since the new school year started after their crazy summer with the mall hiding the Russians, Steve wanted to make sure he kept a better eye on the kids. He took them everywhere he would let them. He took them to school, to basketball practice, to each other's houses. The only one he consistently took without much arguing was Dustin.

He instinctively turned down the music when he saw Dustin walking out of his house.

"Hey," Dustin greeted as he got in.

"Hey, ready for your math test today?"

"We gotta wait," Dustin said when Steve started to put his car in drive. "Y/N's not here yet."

"Y/N?" Steve stuttered. He quickly cleared his throat and put his car in park. "Your sister's coming? I thought she usually has early choir practice before school."

"Yeah," Dustin elongated. "But the choir concert was last week, remember? My mom forced me to go so I dragged you with me."

"Hey," Steve sighed. "Come on. It wasn't that bad. Y/N's solo was good."

"Anyway," Dustin said, rolling his eyes, "since the concert is over, she doesn't have early-morning practice for the rest of the year."

"The rest of the year?"

"Yep," he sighed. "Hope you don't mind taking her."

"I don't mind," Steve said a little too quickly. He looked behind himself, his stomach flipping when he realized the back of his car was disgusting. "Get in the back."

"What?" Dustin laughed.

"We shouldn't make your sister sit in the back," Steve said, trying not to sound as pleading. "Be nice and let your sister sit in the front."

"Y/N doesn't care," Dustin shrugged. "She would probably prefer to sit in the back."

"What?" Steve panicked. "Why? Does she. . . Is she uncomfortable with me? Does she not like me?"

Steve snapped his mouth shut when Dustin turned towards him. He held his breath as he studied him.

"Holy shit!" Dustin laughed as he looked at Steve's blushing face.

"What?" Steve stuttered.

"You have a crush on my sister!" Dustin was practically jumping up and down in the front seat. "And here she comes!"

Steve quickly spun around, his heart jumping into his throat when he saw Y/N locking their front door.

"Here she comes. Here she comes," Steve repeated under his breath.

"This is so adorable!" Dustin was laughing. "Steve likes my sister and my sister likes. . ."

Dustin quickly stopped talking. Steve instantly turned back towards him. "Your sister likes who, Dustin?"

"Nobody," Dustin stuttered.

"Dustin," Steve elongated.

"Steve," Dustin elongated back.

"Tell me."

"It's nothing!"

"Yes, it is! Tell me."

"No."

"Come on, Dustin. Tell me. Does your sister. . ."

"Does your sister what?"

The two let out matching yelps, causing Y/N to gasp as she got in the backseat. "What is wrong with you two?! Dustin, did you not tell him that I needed a ride to school? I'm sorry, Steve. Early-morning choir is over. You don't need to take me to school. I can find another ride. I know it's kind of weird you give Dusty a ride to school, especially since you already graduated. Not that it's weird weird. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. I should get another ride. I really should get a license but I hate driving. It's terrifying and I scare easily. I'm sorry, Steve. I'll go. See you later, Dusty."

"Wait!" Steve said a little too loudly when she started to get out of his car. He ignored Dustin's obnoxious smirk as he turned around and continued, "I don't mind driving you guys to school. It's not like you're going to a different school than Dustin. So, really Y/N, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked so softly it made Steve's heart melt. "I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You could never be an inconvenience," Steve said without thinking. Dustin laughed but covered it up with a cough. Steve sent him a glare before turning back to Y/N. "I mean it. I don't mind driving. I actually like it. In fact, if you ever needed to go somewhere I could take you. If you ever wanted to learn, I could teach you how to. . ."

"Can we go to school before I get too old to go?" Dustin asked, cutting him off.

"Be nice, Dusty," Y/N chuckled as she finally put on her seatbelt. "Steve doesn't have to drive your annoying ass to school."

"She's right," Steve shrugged as he put his car in drive and pulled away from their house. "If I wanted, I could kick your annoying ass out of my car and just drive Y/N to school."

Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N laughed. He had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel to keep himself calm. Dustin looked over and saw Steve's knuckles turning white. He smirked when he got an idea.

"So, Y/N, is that guy Luke still harassing you to go out with him?"

Steve stopped a little too hard at the light. "What?!" He turned around, not caring that he was probably gonna come off crazy. "Luke? Luke who? Jennings? Marks? Wilson? It's York, isn't it? I swear, if that son of a bitch forces himself on you, I will. . ."

"Steve!" Y/N said loudly to cut him off. Y/N looked at his glare, her heart jumping into her throat.

"Umm. . . Sorry to interrupt Staring Contest 1987, but the light's green, Steve."

Steve cleared his throat, turned back around, and drove through the intersection. He couldn't help but keep glancing into the rearview mirror. Not to check the road, but to watch Y/N.

"Has he?" He finally asked.

"Has he what?"

"Forced himself on you."

"Oh," Y/N said under her breath. "He hasn't done anything. . . Yet."

Steve's grip tightened on the steering wheel when he heard the fear coming through her voice.

"He just keeps trying to pressure me to go out with him," Y/N said, looking at her fingers. "I keep telling him no but he's getting more. . . persistent. I don't know how else to tell him no."

"I'll do it," Steve said through clenched teeth. "I can tell him no for you. I can tell him to leave you alone."

"How? By using that bat you made to handle the Demogorgan?" Dustin laughed. Steve snapped his head towards his young friend. "Relax," he sighed, "Y/N knows everything."

"You do?" Steve asked, glancing at her in the mirror. Y/N looked up, making eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"I do," she smiled. "Dusty won't let me get involved, but he tells me everything."

"Good," Steve mumbled. He cleared his throat when he noticed that she had heard him. "I just mean. . . I wouldn't want you getting involved in all of this, Y/N. It's dangerous and I'd hate to see you get hurt."

They drove the rest of the way to school in silence. Dustin kept glancing at Steve, wishing he'd say something to his big sister. When Steve pulled in front of the parking lot, he put his car in park. Y/N reached forward and grabbed his shoulder which immediately started burning from her touch.

"Thanks again, Steve," she said softly. He watched as she got out. Before he could think it through, he rolled his window down.

"Do you have a ride home?" He called out. She turned around, a small blush on her face as she tightly held her books to her chest.

"Umm no?" She said, hesitantly.

"I'll be here," Steve smiled at her.

"Okay," she said under her breath. Steve loved that he was the cause of her blush. She tightened her arms around her books and started to walk away.

Steve wasn't ready for her to walk away yet.

"So, same time tomorrow?"

Y/N turned around again, and maybe he was crazy, but Steve could've sworn she looked more relaxed talking to him.

"Same time works for me."

Y/N turned around and Steve finally let her walk into the school. He was about to leave but looked over and saw Dustin smirking at him.

"What?" He sighed.

"Will you save me the gaggy flirting and just ask Y/N out?"

"You'd be okay with that?" Steve asked, his voice lowering.

"I'd rather have you date my sister than Luke," Dustin scoffed. He cleared his throat and the tone of his voice changed. "I mean it, Steve. I think you'd be good for Y/N. She needs someone who could protect her."

Dustin finally got out of the car and started to walk away but stopped. "All jokes aside, Steve, if you get the balls to ask Y/N out, promise me you'll take care of her. The last thing I want is for you to hurt her."

"I won't," Steve said without a single moment of hesitation. "I could never hurt Y/N."

"Good," Dustin nodded. "Cause if you did, I'd have no choice but to drop you. And for the record, I'd drop you for her in a heartbeat."

* * * * *

Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N walked over to his car alone.

"Where's Dustin?" He asked once she got in.

"He's staying late with his audio club or computer club or D&D club," she shrugged. She looked over at him staring at her confused and giggled. "I have no idea. I was at our usual waiting spot when he suddenly ran past me. He shouted over his shoulder, but I couldn't really understand him."

Steve took a shaky breath when he realized what was going on. Dustin purposefully made something up so he and Y/N would be alone on the way home.

"Guess it's just you and me," he said, trying not to sound nervous.

"You okay with that?"She asked, her voice soft all of a sudden.

"Of course, I am," he said answering a little too quickly.

They were quiet as Steve drove Y/N home. He was about halfway there when he had an idea.

"Hey," he started, clearing his throat, "I was thinking. . . Wanna go get a bite?"

"A bite?"

"Something to eat," he clarified. He paused before adding, "On a date."

"A what?" She stuttered as she turned toward him. "You want to. . . take me on a . . . What?"

"A date," Steve said again. He quickly added, "If that sounds like something you'd be interested in."

Y/N opened and closed her mouth, not entirely sure what to say. Her head was swimming with responses and reasons. Finally, she had to ask.

"Why?"

"Why do I want to go on a date with you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't understand. I thought I was just Dustin's older, quieter, weirder sister."

"You're not weird," he said quickly. "To be honest, Y/N, I like you. I think you're funny and kind and smart. And you always take such great care of the kids. I know Dustin keeps you as far away from all the UpsideDown crap we deal with, but I don't blame him. If he tried to get you involved, I would've shut him down."

"I thought. . . You barely know me, Steve."

"I know you," he defended. "I mean. . . I think I know you."

"Steve," she sighed, trying to ignore the sinking in her heart. "When you were still in school, you didn't even know I existed."

"I knew you existed."

"Did you?" Y/N scoffed to try and cover up her voice crack. "You never looked my way. Even after you started hanging out with Dusty, I don't think you even smiled at me."

"That doesn't mean I didn't know you existed," Steve tried to shrug off.

Y/N looked away when Steve pulled into her driveway. She started to get out, but he grabbed her hand.

"Wait," he said quickly, "I'm sorry I ignored you. It's not a secret that I was an asshole when I was still in school, but I like to think that I've changed. Give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N, one chance is all I'm asking."

Y/N chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked into Steve's eyes. He may not have known her in high school, but she knew him. Did he mean this?

"Please," he said, softer. "Let me prove to you that I've changed. Dustin knows it, but give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N. Will you go on a date with me? Just one date. And if you don't have fun or you don't like me then. . ."

"I'll go."

"Wait, what?" He stuttered.

"I'll go on a date with you," she said, her face beginning to burn.

"Really?" Steve couldn't help but ask.

"Really," Y/N said, her voice softening.

"Great!" Steve chuckled. "How about tonight? I can come back and pick you up in a little while."

"Or we could go now," Y/N said as she nervously played with her hands.

"I'm free now," he smiled.

"Great," she said. She cleared her throat before adding, "Just let me drop off my backpack and tell my Mom. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

Steve started to cringe at how dorky that sounded but the blush on Y/N's face made that cringe go away. He leaned his head against the headrest and tried to think of where he could take her. He jumped when someone knocked on his window. He rolled it down and glared at Dustin.

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me," Dustin instantly responded. "I came out here to tell you how excited Y/N is to go on your date, but now I won't because you were being an ass."

"She's really excited?"

Dustin's smirk softened. "Yes," he said, "she is. She came running in, smiling from ear to ear, and started rambling to my Mom. She told her you had finally asked her out and wanted to make sure her outfit was cute enough."

"She always looks cute," Steve smiled as he looked at their front door, waiting for Y/N.

"Anyway," Dustin said slowly, "I also wanted to come out here and talk to you."

"Okay," Steve shrugged. "What's up?"

"I meant what I said earlier," he said, "don't you dare hurt her."

"I won't," he chuckled.

"No, Steve," Dustin said firmer. "I'm serious. My sister is the most important person in my life. If you hurt her, I will make every day of your life miserable. Don't. Hurt. My. Sister."

"Dusty."

Dustin yelped and turned around. "Did you just threaten him?" She asked her little brother.

"Well. . . No. . . I mean. . . Kinda. . . But I'm your little brother."

"Dusty, I love you, but I don't need your protection," Y/N said, still oddly calm. "And Steve is not going to hurt me."

"I won't," he said mostly to her and not Dustin. "I swear, Y/N, I would never hurt you."

"I believe you, Steve," she smiled at him, making his heart jump into his throat. She turned to Dustin and kissed his forehead. "See you later, Dusty."

She walked around the car and got back into the front seat. Steve turned toward Dustin and lowered his voice. "I mean it," he said sincerely. "I'm not going to hurt her, Dustin."

Dustin looked at his sister, instantly seeing how happy and excited she was.

"You better not."

"Bye, Dusty," Y/N called out to him.

"Yeah, bye, Dusty!" Steve smirked. Y/N playfully hit his arm, her hand lingering on his elbow. She slid her hand down his arm, Steve instantly intertwined their fingers.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Ready and hungry," she joked.

"Then let's get you something to eat."

[jade-kyo]

Season 17 post restoration thoughts

Casually skipping 16 and going straight to 17 because lord knows I can’t afford to lose anymore braincells. I genuinely enjoy this season so I’m looking forward to the rewatch!

Ngl jumping straight from 15 to 17 really highlights how absurd this is like bro why is there gods and shit omg 😂

The fates are racist- that explains a lot

Donut my sweet baby boy

You know as much as I hate time travel stories this works way better for a “lets reference and call back to as many previous arcs and seasons as possible” nostalgia trip than Restoration did

Okay while I personally prefer the take that Donut is fully aware of all the innuendos he makes and is doing it to be a little shit I do think it being unintentional is really funny considering the ace Donut thing

“You have me all wrong” “I doubt it.” Donut the master at not getting gaslit

Donut knows Wash’s name is David- meaning Wash must have told all the reds and blues his real name

JESUS CHRIST DONT KILL JUNIOR

Felix is afraid of knives

Man I love it when Dr. Grey sounds like herself

We love insurance fraud

DONUT WASH TEAM UP MY BELOVED

Wash just silently shooting Donut again has me wheezing holy shit

The Wash and Carolina conflict is so freaking good man I love them

Man this season is just genuinely entertaining to watch despite everything- the way I wish we could’ve gotten this character writing with a better story

Oh what’s that a way to reference back to all the freelancers that includes Wyoming and the triplets. The concepts are wild again.

Also it’s just genuinely hilarious

WASH SCREAMING INSIDE HIS HELMET

DELTA OMG I FORGOT HE WAS IN THIS SEASON

I need to find the ost for when Wash and Carolina reunite and she’s saying how she trusts him and doesn’t know why bro this music is so pretty

Seriously I’m enjoying this as a nostalgia trip so much more than restoration

Oh I can feel my inner 15 year old desperately trying to take control of my body and send me down the carwash pipeline again holy shit- platonic or romantic. They’re good either way 🙂

OH GOD THE CABOOSE FEELS AGAIN THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Kai I love you with all my heart and soul but you do not disrespect Junior like that

STOP BEING MEAN TO DONUT HE IS DOING HIS BEST

Yes Caboose IS a genius and also my son

Kai messing with Tucker is glorious holy shit is that bit funny I love them

“Time is made of circles” what a nice, funny and succinct callback. Look at those concepts being wild.

Not Tucker dropping the “your mom” bit on Doc AGSKHAKS

HELL YEAH DONUT YOU FUCKING TELL THEM THATS MY BABY BOI!!!

PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wash might be a competitor with Church for number one Donut Stan

Or simulation headcanon: Church is projecting his liking of Donut onto Wash

Okay but Donut should be in the caves not under the pelican FR PEOPLE STOP FORGETTING ABOUT THE CAVES!!!

Laughs in Spanish

I love competent Caboose and Donut

“My testicles send their regards” has no right being as badass as it is

Love a good Tucker moment- sure wish it wasn’t just redoing his character development that never should’ve been undone to begin with

OKAY BUT TUCKER AND DONUT MOMENT THO???? So good- can’t believe Donut is the “angsty bitch”

WASH AND CAROLINA AKDHAKBSKSHSKDHK

Love them talking about the AI like they’re Carolina’s siblings

Holy shit the voice acting between these two is so good

“If he’s single there’s no hope for any of us” sargington nation rise

Sarcastic Donut my beloved

I said this last time but seeing Church impaled by a golf club, even if it is actually Genkins, is entirely unnecessary bro I don’t wanna see that

THE LABYRINTH!!!

GOD CAROLINA VS CAROLINA AGAJSHKAH FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

Sarges vision is further proof that the correct ending for him is retirement

OKAY I STILL HATE THE LOPEZ VISION LISTEN I GET HE COMES BACK BUT ITS JUST IN POOR TASTE

“Don’t say toodles” LOVE sassy Donut so much

DOC BADASS MOMENT LETS GO

GRIF SIBLINGS MY BELOVED

Grif enlisted reveal you will always be famous to me

I never actually thought about it too deeply before but now that I am holy shit do I love that detail it’s so good and actually reminds me of my own brother who enlisted for similar reasons and regrets it now- seriously Grif enlisting is so realistic, a lot of kids sadly think the military is the only thing that can give them structure and purpose. It’s a great addition to the anti military themes of RvB

And yet- despite all these good red team moments- THEY FUCKING TURNED SIMMONS INTO A PENIS JOKE???? AND A BAD ONE AT THAT?????? COME ON S17 I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS THATS SOME S16 NONSENSE

TUCKER CANONICALLY HAS PANIC ATTACKS- the fact they kept his visions so vague is truly a CRIME

“Still got my penis” “what-“ GOD DAMN IT THAT ONE WAS ACTUALLY FUNNY COME ON I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT EARLIER

AND WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO CABOOSE- honestly I know they probably didn’t have this arc planned back then but they should’ve used the labyrinth for Caboose to find closure in Church’s death rather than the Time Machine nonsense in s15. I feel like that would’ve been infinitely more interesting.

Carolina vs Carolina MY BELOVED HOLY SHIT I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

OH FUCK THE FREELANCER TRAINING ROOM IM AKDHKAHSKSH THIS SHIT IS SO GOOD

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET WE LOVE THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP

Caboose gets it!!

GOD THE SLOW PIANO COVER OF BLOOD GULCH BLUES I CANT

AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH

Man what nice fairly satisfying conclusions to everyone’s arc- don’t we love wild concepts.

Sure maybe it’s not anything super poetic or perfect like 13 but at least it makes sense

Hell I’ve even warmed up to Donut leaving! Bro deserves some him time and it’s not like he said it was permanent or anything… doesn’t that just really hit you in the wild concept 🙂

You know what- this season is genuinely such a delight at times. Im thinking about adding it to my regular rewatch list along with 1-13 as just like a little bonus I can have at the end cause it’s just such fun. Glorified fanfiction! We love to see it- maybe Restoration sucking was a blessing in disguise cause it really gave me a new appreciation for 15 and 17 (but 17 especially). I probably won’t rewatch 15 as much cause being honest I don’t really enjoy it in its entirety as much as 17 but it’s got good moments I love.

Now- I know the logical thing for me to do is go back and watch 16 and then Restoration but here’s the thing… I don’t want to.

I genuinely do not enjoy those seasons. I don’t want to put myself through something that’s just gonna make me angry and bitter just for the sake of giving commentary on them- not right now anyway. Maybe one day I’ll feel like being a bit salty and do it but that’s just really not how I want to spend my time with my favorite show. I’ve already rewatched any clips from restoration that I cared to rewatch and I don’t think any of my feelings on it are gonna change. And I’ve seen 16 enough times to know my feelings won’t change.

Now what I am considering doing is rewatching 1-13 for the 20th time (<- accurate number, I’ve kept count over the years) and continuing to do these thought posts cause they’re good fun to do! So who knows whenever the time comes you’ll probably have to deal with more of my insane ramblings 😂

[thewickedbohemian]

Thoughts on a High Potential that snowballed from 0 to 100 really fast and kept reminding me of other favorite shows

on-the-nose needle drop and that felt like me last night

why do I get the feeling her not signing is gonna block her from something

don't take selfies with the badge, then people can fake it

women in bathrooms supporting each other

why's she making the dad sound like the Tracker dad

nicer house than I expected for someone described like that

lost animal can't be good

so is this our infodump or not

not the twist I was expecting

did his breaking protocol correct their protocol whoopsie with the Amber Alert

my mom agrees with Morgan on the grandfather being a suspect

cute moment of class solidarity there

and Morgan passes her sleight-of-hand check

talk about a social worker with a grudge

I think I've seen a SVU or something like this

nvm really pretty social worker just got paid to be a bitch

so that's what Wendell was doing in the office (and same printer found)

and now I'm getting SHMT flashbacks with the judge-bribing

holy shit this escalated quickly and called it on the grandfather

Morgan in a bulletproof vest, truly looking like one of the team

whoa whoa whoa slow down girl

No matter if Mia's guilty or not I kinda think Morgan's half-being-nice half projecting from what she'd do

but one thing Morgan definitely is is running on fumes holy shit that with the neurodivergency (probably ADHD) I'm half-convinced she has is a bad combo

sounds like the victim rubbed off on her

and the lightbulb goes on, almost literally

so Mia's innocent, just a desperate soul and Morgan knows her history

Karadec maybe be a little bit flexible

don't you dare just tell Morgan to stay here and expect to have her listen

DEMAND PROOF OF LIFE!

quite literally follow the money

that looks bad but it's bad and good that the girls aren't there

and Morgan has Jessica Fletcher Epiphany #2

So we and her were wrong about the granddad being a kidnapper, he still deserves to be in jail though, and the real story of whodunnit feels like it's trying to parallel something from Morgan's life

tracking down the baby trackers with a kinda sloppy grid search imho

and so begins a thing we all know where ends if keyn ahora the show lasts that long

and Morgan can finally get some damn sleep

[my4inchdick]

the stars we left behind

"MIKE!"

"WHAT."

"PHONE!"

"OKAY!"

Mike stood up and made his way carefully to the phone, stepping over a game of monopoly in the process.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mike." It was Will.

Mike smiled in spite of himself. "Hi! What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?"

Mike groaned a bit. "Ugh. Sorry, I can't. My cousins are here today, Mom is making me spend time with them.” He turned around and gave pointed look to his cousins, before turning back to face the wall. “Maybe tomorrow or later this week? You can meet them if you want." He heard a stifled giggle from behind him and flipped off his cousins, without turning away from the wall. He felt a pillow hit the back of his head, which he ignored.

"Okay, cool. Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, definitely. Tomorrow."

"Bye."

Mike hung up the phone, slightly put off. He really wanted to see Will. He turned around to face Boris and Richie, who were both laying on their stomachs facing the board.

"Assholes," he muttered.

"Fuck you," from Boris. 

"Whose turn is it." Mike asked, flipping Boris off again. 

"Yours." said Richie. Mike noticed that their piles of money both looked significantly larger, while his was definitely smaller. Whatever. It was less time he had to spend playing this stupid game.

Mike picked up the dice and rolled. Seven. He took his steps and landed on Carolina ave, a space Richie already owned.

"Bullshit," he said, handing over the money.

"MIKE!" His mom yelled down the stairs for the second time.

"WHAT!”

“I’M GOING OUT!”

“OKAYYYY.”

"Maike. Who vere you talking to before?” Boris said, trying to nonchalantly take a stack of five hundreds from the bank. Mike slapped his hand away.

"Why?"

"It was probably his stupid fuckin girlfriend." said Richie. El had taken an immediate disliking to Richie, who talked too much and too loudly. Mike couldn't blame her. She had been doing as much as possible to piss Richie off, which sometimes included her powers, and sometimes included simply calling him "Richard".

"Nah, it was Will. He wanted to hang out today, but I said no because I have to hang out with you bozos."

Richie and Boris shared a glance. They were clearly trying to be subtle, and they were definitely failing.

Mike looked at them warily. "What?"

"Nofinnk. Just, this Vill of yours, he is friend, yes?" Mike still had a hard time understanding Boris sometimes, because of his accent, but he could still tell tone just as easily. 

Mike began to panic. Did that know? had someone told them? No, That's impossible, no one knew. He tried to calm down. They didn't know. They couldn't.

"Yes." He tried to keep his voice steady, tried to act casual. Change the subject. "Your turn, Rich."

There it was again. That look. The look that completely said "We know all of your secrets, but especially this one." He began to panic. They knew. Both of them. How did they both know? he couldn’t possibly be so obvious that they knew from him talking on the phone with Will for 30 seconds. Maybe his mom said something. Holy shit, did his mom know?

Mike needed to leave. He didn't know if he was visibly freaking out, but if he wasn't, he needed to leave before Richie and Boris knew something was up. He mumbled a quick "bathroom", and left them behind.

The upstairs bathroom was nice. it was cool, and close to his room, and best of all, it was very far away from his cousins.

He sat down in the bathtub. This had happened before. Normally, after this long, the tears would stop threatening to show, and his breathing would steady, and he could just sit there. 

But none of that happened, he kept trying to breathe but found that the room was devoid of it. He felt tears streak down his face, though he couldn't remember starting to cry. He tried as hard as he could to calm himself down, but he just couldn't. 

He knew what this was. It was a panic attack. Max had told him that she had had them, and what they were like. Mike had thought that sounded bad, but he knew now that it was a thousand times worse than he ever thought. He suddenly wondered if Max knew, too. His breathing, which had started to calm slightly, spiked again, quicker and shallower than before.

They were all pretending. To like him, to not be disgusted by him. It was more than he deserved. The fact that they had the kindness to pretend that he wasn’t— what he was showed a level of tolerance that he didn’t deserve. 

They all know. the thought kept coming to him, over and over, they all know, they all know, they all know. He had never considered they anyone might know, that his secret would ever be more than a secret. They all know, they all know, they all—

“Maike?” It was Boris, kneeling next Mike outside the bathtub, Richie standing behind him. He had grabbed Mike’s hand. He jumped, and tried to hurriedly wipe the tears from his face, though he knew it was pointless. His face was probably all red, and he knew his breathing was still too shallow. 

“Y-yeah?”

“You are okay. I am here. And Richie also.” Boris rubbed Mike’s arm reassuringly, whispering similar things in his ear. He was okay, they were here. Nothing was going to happen. After a few minutes, Mike felt himself calm down. he took a deep breath and nodded at Boris, who stopped rubbing his arm, but kept his hand there. He had climbed over the wall of the bathtub to sit next to him, and Mike noticed that Richie had, too, though he looked much more uncomfortable.

“Vot is wrong?”

“N-nothing. I- Nothing.”

Mike looked away from Boris, trying and failing for one final attempt to find an explanation. He said nothing.

“Is it about Will?” Richie piped up softly, still looking unsure, but holding eye contact with Mike when he made it. 

Mike didn’t answer. He just looked away, down at his socks which he was just realizing were damp from the bottom of the bathtub. gross.

“I had a friend, last year. Theo. I knew him for only year. He vos my best friend. Still is, really. Is fucked up, but I loved him. I know I did. He vos very special to me. And I think your Vill is special to you, too, In this vay. The vay my Theo is special to me. Forgive me, if not,” Boris, said, seeing Mike look up at him quickly. “I don’t mean to think wrong. But if i am thinking right, then is okay. Vith me, at least. Vith us.”

Boris looked meaningfully up at Mike, who was shocked. Could this be true? There was another person, another boy, who was like him. and he wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t dying, and he was like him. Before he could say anything though, Richie was talking.

“Yeah. Us. I have a Theo too.” Richie looked much more pained than Boris had, Like this was a fresher wound for him. “He— he’s my best friend. He’s still back home in Derry. And I—“ Richie almost sounded like he was going to cry. Mike hated that. Richie never cried. Boris placed a hand on his shoulder.“And I- shit, I think I- I think I love him.” He had barely gotten the words out before he was fully crying, and then Mike was crying, and maybe even Boris was, but not for too much and not for too long. Richie and Mike did though. it may have been minutes or hours, or seconds or days that they cried, all three of them, sitting in Mike’s bathtub, without worrying about being caught, or being hated. Just the three of them, there, together.

Once they had calmed down, Mike looked at his cousins. “I— you were right. I do— like Will. You— I’ve never told anyone else.”

Richie and Boris nodded. 

“You know…” Richie said, gaining that shit-eating grin once again. “You just admitted that I was right.”

“Your mother vos right last night!” Boris exclaimed, looking proud of himself.

“Fuck yeah!” Mike cried, high fiving Boris.

“Oh, what, you like girls now?” Richie cried. Like the snap of a finger, the mood shifted, darkened. They all three looked down, having not yet escaped the guilt and pain of who they were.

“Maike? Advice.” Boris said, looking up. “Richie too. Don’t let them get avay. Hold on to them. I- I don’t know if I ever see Theo again. He left me.” Boris looked truly sad . “Don’t let that happen to you. Hold on.”

Mike nodded. He knew Boris was right. Richie nodded too, looking determined. Mike wondered about Richie, realized his didn’t even know this boy’s name. He decided it didn’t matter. He knew Richie, and Richie was not the kind of person to let go of someone. Mike hoped he wasn’t either. He hoped he could hold on to Will forever. And he would fight, and he would never let him go.

But if he didn’t, if he failed, if he did somehow let Will get away from him, he knew now, at least, that there were two people in the word who truly knew him, who were like him, and who loved him more for it. 

[swimmingtvshowghostwoman]

9-1-1 Lone star 4*18

After the last episode broke me, I decided to do this comment throughout the episode shit again after over a season that I haven’t, I hated the last episode I cried like a bazillion times, and seeing Carlos like that broke me. So let’s go  my theory is that something is like within the force because the captain is sus as hell or not captain I don’t know what the fuck was his job, but the person who spoke at the funeral, and gave Carlos the star sheriff bullshit thing 

I feel like I’m about to cry again

Poor Carlos 🥺🥺🥺

They are honestly one of my fav couples

So sad yet obvious

I love that he called him Tyler

I love that tk just knows and like dose not let Carlos say it

🥺🥺🥺🥺

I hate this

Also fuck Owen . Like he is being nice but still

I hate that they choose this plot

They could have just made him a detective or ranger did not need to kill his father

I love Judd

Like this man is just gold

Just a bunch of sad plots

“ this one says confidential “”yea…” that is me every single day when I don’t give a shit at work😂

Holy fuck I was right

Do better Ryan Murphy

Awwwww young Carlos

I’m dead this is heartbreaking

I’m crying again

Hate this

I wished Carlos would like fall apart and like tk would be there to hold him and hug him

I hate this plot like just stop giving Owen plots

This is awful

Like very soap opera or like 2000’s abc drama

She is so sweet, I feel so bad for her

Just so many sad plots and like why

Like I get why make him crazy but you could just make him solve it and like be emotional not crazy

This feels rushed like all of Carlos plot

Another weird plot choice

He is not wrong

He is def will take thing to his hands

Like he has done that for less so for his dad he most definitely will

I feel weird that they trust him

😂😂that was actually a funny joke Owen

Fuck Carlos

I feel so bad for him

This is so bad

Why like why

Oh fuck

Plot twist

I wish tk was there to hug him

This is so sad

I hate this

I just think this show specialize at creating a good environment like basic plots and then just make one character suffer with one annoying plot and then just like back to normal. They are so bad at continuing a good plot like happy or sad they just can’t stay with one plot for more than one episode like when Nancy and Mateo for example get together and then we barely see them evolve and same with Charlie. She was born and then we see her once in forever and ofc when they kill Tonys husband.they are so bad at continuing plots I hate it. 

Don’t worry you will because all plots lest an episode here

I’m glad that at least they didn’t make him mad

Awwwww

I love thrmmmm

They are so damm cute

I love them

They better do some Jewish stuff

Paul🥰

Iris!!!I wish she was there more

They are so cute

And handsome

The background noises of people talking sounds the same as the background noise is in the Sims

He is wearing a kipa!!!

Thomas ???

😂😂😅second episode of the next season one of them is the hospital

God I love them so much

They are so sweet

God I honestly love them so much

This makes me want to rewatch

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹☺️🥹🥹🥹

Good they have such good  chemistry

Fuck Owen

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹the ring was adorable I’m dead like so subtle and sweet

Whyyyyy make it about Owen?????????

Awwwwwwwewewewe

This is so adorable

They should have broke a glass

I really wish they would add more Jewish things like the kipa was good and the ring was subtle but I want more

This show is very good at creating couples I’ll give them that

Other then Owen I honestly love all of them

And all of Owens  relationships suck

Grace is beautiful

I love his mom

Let’s end the wedding and just put tarlos scenes

Okay this is actually sweet

Iris is so gay

Damm they hate hot and sweet

They need to do a Wyatt and Charlie scene

Oh they just did

Good

Can’t see him as someone other then arias dad in petty little liars

This dead bro plot it just pointless

Weirdest montage ever

Let’s show a baby and a honeymoon and someone’s dying in the same fucking scene

This episode did not have enough tarlos

So my opinion of this episode is that it was rushed and they shouldn’t have killed Gabriel they should’ve just made this episode about TK and Carlos, and maybe just show the rest of the couples. This plot is pointless, and it was purely to like make it dramatic and I hate it and fuck Owen basically 

Like they should’ve made it about the couples and build it up for the next season, and that is it shouldn’t have made it about something other than that hate it 

Like I loved all of decay in Talos seen in this episode, because they are just adorable and one of the best couples and just amazing but still

Also, that thing that tk said when he put the ring on Carlos’s finger was adorable so subtle like it came from Jewish culture and I love it and it’s so subtle but they should’ve done like more stuff like this. Should’ve broke a glass like everybody would know it that is a signature thing. Everybody would recognize it. They should’ve done that alongside the ring and the kipa

Solid episode but like why?

[officialpenisenvy]

confession/update from guy with the dad and the cousin and the coach and the man also in a band did black dog once i've unloaded enough stories on you my apologies gio. you know.

where we stand right now is i think my mom has picked up on the fact my relationship with my coach is kinda weird, which is funny because she didn't notice shit when i was younger and it actually was sort of a problem rather than a radiant little pervert to pervert connection,,, i think i'm scared of him but it may also not be fear i may just be misinterpreting the physical signals of wanting him so bad i may die. the other day he used me as like a dummy for a demonstration sort of thing i got lightheaded as fuck it's inhumane. plus i was flashing back like crazy to something he did when i was with him the first time around when he put a hand on me so i spent the entire day after feeling 11 years old again but this time around i'm whorishly inclined so i was very confused. i've been having dreams about him and about my cousin and my dad and many people really; they morph in and out of each other and they just sit around until i make myself into an easy target or prove i don't talk.

i'm lowkey still scared i'm a closet brother pederast so because my mom said that thing about my coach i think she sees me as sexual so i'm like what if i hug my brother to be nice and she says "wow you sick person leave my house immediately, i can't believe you would do that to your brother and/or son". and then she'll act like we're getting a divorce, and i'll be divorced from my mom for the crime of being some kind of incestous erastes but younger.

speaking of my mom's weirdness her own piece of shit dad is currently not on speaking terms with her because he came over for the first time in ages and my brother and i were in my room watching a movie. and my grandfather asked my mom why we won't come out to talk to him, and she made a joke that i'm teaching him how to kiss. which like, an insane thing to say, admittedly very funny, she's obsessed with making highly inappropriate jokes but christ alive mother.... and then her dad got mad that we won't come see him so now they're no-contact again. why did she say that and then tell me about her Epic clapback. she could have just called us to the living room... .????????????.

long story short. when i become a terrorist this is all going in the manifesto somehow. regarding the band it's going pretty good i really missed music and i like that we're not shit. i hope you have a good day byebye xo and so on thanks for. reading this, i mean that sincerely.

this is SO much as always holy shit. you never fail to disappoint as far as updates go my love. i think you should take an axe to your coach's head and leave him to bleed out in the middle of a field. also re: the brotherfucking paranoia i get you SO much omg i know how much it sucks from experience and im so insanely sorry you're experiencing it too babe 🫂🫂 your mom does sound very funny and also very insane but i do hope she wouldn't get to that level. please send me a link to your manifesto when you do become a terrorist i will give it 5 stars on goodreads

[wonderousmonarch]

Kamen Rider Wizard Thoughts #3

This series is so silly

Episode 6

- I like to think Haruto has some magical way of tracking this donut cart

- bros in love

- wait is this a love demon?

- love is in the air? no! gas leak!

- are they dealing with The Rizzler this episode?

- HIS DONUTS NOOOOO

- I joke about his stupid belt but I do love his transformation so much

- wow his aim fucking SUCKS lol

- UNICORN! GET HIS ASS!

- uh oh. pretty girl doesn't trust the police (based) I wonder if she kills people

- oooh this jacket. I like it :3

- yep. she's stealing things from the people she dates.

- yep. she's scamming everyone she dates

- does Manami just flirt with everyone in a pink shirt

- love is in the air? WRONG! Pyramid Scheme!

- the ground just ate her

- I really want him to say "it's time to rock" when using his earth transformation

- GIGA DRILL BREAK??? god if only.

- "Hello Manami. I'm yellow now."

- do NOT let me become a Kamen Rider unless you want to hear the most marvel movie ass one liners you've ever heard

- he curved the bullet

- god I love this man

Episode 7

- is this bitch trying to get killed

- sad boys club

- get these sopping wet men out of my sight

- the stank ring. the ring that makes you stanky

- not that anyone can tell, but I do watch the whole opening every time. if they didn't want me to watch it they wouldn't have made the theme such a banger

- they need to get off the other phantoms asses. they're just vibing

- in-cop-etence

- the phantoms need a different strategy than the "fear of death"

- the nefarious concrete tubes. didn't they come here in Geats?

- rinko did you even try to stop her from leaving? it can't have been that bad

- oh. is she stuck in the past? trying to buy back her childhood home?

- ah. she was.

- the devious landowners plan to destroy her home

- see there we go! a plan that is actually going to work!

- man id be so good at this phantom thing.

- Haruto my goat. lock the fuck in

- he's getting whackamoled

- OH SCENT! THE FUCKIN

- YEAH!!! THE STANK RING!!!

- how is he going to kick him he's in the DRILL POWER!!!!! NEVER MIND!!!!

- oooh big fan of this combining ring abilities. the spell combinations go hard

- the classic orange filter to show it's the afternoon. this really is tokusatsu

- KEEP HER DREAM ALIVE!!!! LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

- oh my goodness phoenix is crashing the fuck out

Episode 8

- man it really bugs me that these two partners don't end on an even-numbered episode

- there's allegedly going to be a new magic ring

- oh. there it is i think.

- white bird! it knows how to open doors! how sophisticated!

- Koyomi's rock sense is tingling. it means the rock might be evil.

- uh oh evil lady found a child. this won't go well.

- the English subs for the opening lyrics like, almost work if you try to sing along? it's only a couple parts where they really line up and that bugs me. at least I could sing along with Ex-Aid's opening

- "the ghouls are out"

- I love the rings so much but I HATE wearing rings. my ass could never be wizard

- why is shunpei matching outfits with this kid

- ooh Haruto lore

- Phoenix aka mr crash out

- I wish a pretty snake lady would boss me around...

- I love his familiars. go my little guys.

- ah, the classic car crash victim. many such cases.

- OH SHE WAS THE NURSE! yikes man

- did his mom take away his X-BOX

- oh shit Wiseman is giving phoenix a license to kill

- ah. father issues.

- "because she knows me... and I'm a wizard." that probably sounded cooler in his head

- HOLY SHIT

- OH MY GOD

- NANSBFHSIWJDB

- ahem. Haruto, kick his ass.

- yeah the Phoenix guy is probably immune to fire. nice job Haruto.

- PUT THE SOG ON HIM!!!!

- he did not put the sog on him. this might be bad.

- oh boy Haruto's getting boxed. folded like laundry

- into the drink :(

Episode 9

- last one before I conk out

- y'know I haven't mentioned this but. I like the effect that Wizard has on his voice when he's transformed. Meteor had something similar (I think) but I think it fits Wizard REALLY well with how his suit looks. idk I'm a sound design major so I'll be commenting on parts of the audio experience as well

- RED EYES??? UH OH

- I think Haruto might be having a phantom problem.

- Y'know, Rinko hasn't shot anything in a while, at least give her some silver bullets or something. let girlypop be useful

- DID HE JUST PUNCH THE GLASS TO GET INSIDE??? WHAT AN ICON

- is his dragon summon... his own phantom? that's raw as fuck

- "he's trying to take away hiroki's parents for good... just like me!"

- the new ring is done :D

- Medusa could destroy my life

- bro came in to unplug their life support

- oh it was all a dream... or is it

- it was :)

- TELL EM HARUTO!

- this show makes me happy. im not confident in ranking it yet but I like it

- Haruto my poor baby. give him a big hug

- ooooh new ring :)

- is he going Dragon Mode?

- LETS GO

- not the ERROR....

- stop folding bro like laundry he's just trying to enjoy donuts and be whimsical

- oh fuck

- I am thou, thou art I....

- THATS RAW AS HELLLL

- BURN... BURN.... BURN BURN BURN!

- oh my god hes looking like a bottle of ketchup

- oh but the music.... oh yesssss

- HE COPIED HIS SWORDS MY GOAT

- "you don't have the chops to beat me!" *stabs him*

- DRAGON REALLLL

- holy shit the fucking T-Pose Beam attack....

- Medusa is all alone now :(

- oh nvm. he is a phoenix I guess

- episode good dragon strong I'm eepy

[sadandcha0tic]

More Than a Friend; a short story by me

“Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?” 

“I’m fucking sure, just go already… please.”

“Ugh, fine, fuck you then,” he said, speeding off in his car. He being my boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, Lewis. 

The reason for that he is now my ex is that I just found out that he has been sleeping with my best friend, Lilliana, for over five months. We’ve been together for six. Naturally, I told him to fuck off. Gotta pretend like I actually liked him and wasn’t just using him so people wouldn’t find out that I’m a flaming fucking lesbian. 

That ended with me, here, in the middle of the parking lot of a restaurant that's a 30-minute drive from my house, with no money and no ride. Shit. I can’t call my brother, he’s working, Mom would kill me, and Dad’s been dead for 2 years. The only other person I can think of is my childhood best friend (now sorta enemy), Morgan. Double-Shit, fuck.  

I call her. Pick up, pick up, pick up!! 

“Hello?”

“Hey, Morgan, it's me, Blair... um, can you pick me up?”

“And why the hell would I do that?”

“Because Lewis just fucking broke up with me… also because I asked nicely?”

“...fine, where are you? And that was not nice”

***

And now, here I am, in Morgan’s car. She hasn’t said a word since she picked me up twenty minutes ago. That is until now. 

“What happened?”

“He’s been fucking Lilliana for more than five fucking months”

“Holy shit, the asshole was sleeping with your friend??”

“I know right!! I don’t blame Lilliana though, she knew I never liked him.”

“Want me to beat him up for you,” she says, smirking at me.

“Nah,” I laughed, “he’d be fucking dead!” 

She laughs, and Shit, I forgot how much I loved the sound of her laugh. I forgot how much I missed this, I wish I had never stopped talking to her. what was I afraid of? We were so close but now… 

“Wanna hang out at my place? We can eat ice cream, watch some movies, and if you want you can sleep over,” she said, breaking the silence I wasn’t even aware of.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun!” I said, shocked but happy all the same. I smile at her, as she puts her gorgeous long dyed dark red hair into a ponytail. Was she always this beautiful? I thought to myself, but then I push the thought aside, remembering that I had just been broken up with less than an hour ago. That's the only reason she’s doing this, I tell myself, she pities me. Although this doesn't feel like pity, it feels more like… an indescribable joy, definitely more than how I have felt with any other friend. 

***

We arrive at her house, and surprisingly she runs around to open the car door for me.

“What a gentlewoman” I laugh. She just smiles her stupid, goofy smile at me, while holding the door for me to get out. Dear Fucking God, she’s beautiful… Shit, it’s happening again. I like her, don’t I? Fuck…

We walk inside and exchange pleasantries with her parents and little sister, who are on their way out the door, to go to dinner. I check the time, my wristwatch reads 6:45 pm, when they say they will be back around 10:00. Over three hours with just me and Morgan, alone in her house?? Fuck. 

After they leave, she grabs my hand, leading me to her room. I try not to freak out about holding her hand, but my attempts are pointless. She doesn't let go until we are both sitting on her bed, eyes locked. 

She nervously clears her throat and turns to grab the TV remote. Did I make her nervous? No, I couldn’t have, she’s straight… or at least I thought she was. I could have been wrong. I need to stop indulging in these thoughts. 

She turns on this new rom-com movie, but I don’t pay attention to it, I’m too busy staring at her, her eyes, her hair, her lips, her… Eventually, she is gonna notice… I should stop, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off her…

“What?” she says smiling over at me. 

“Nothing… you’re just…”

“Just, what?”

“Beautiful” I whisper, while realizing I’ve definitely been staring at her lips for too long. Her breath catches when she notices, and bites her lip. So many thoughts are running through my head: When she bites her lips and looks at me like that, I wanna be more than a friend. 

Does she feel the same? does she want me back? I wanna be more than her friend...

“You think so?”

“Well… yeah, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever m-”

She cuts me off with a kiss, a small one, but still, I am so shocked, I just stare at her for a minute, trying to register what just happened. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Now it’s me who cuts her off with a kiss. She tangles her hand in my hair, laughing, as I pull her closer to me by her waist. When we finally break apart, she smiles. 

“Wanna be my Girlfriend?” 

“I have never wanted anything more in my life than the amount of how much I want that. ” I reply, smiling harder than I have in a long time. She kisses me, and God, I feel whole again. 

Word Count: 916

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

Diary of a teenage ghost Hunter

Friday June 25th 4:00 pm My bedroom)

What does a 16 year old ghost hunter do when her parents force her to move to some weird ass town in the middle of nowhere? Find the nearest book shop of course! Joking, joking. Though that is exactly what I did as soon as my parents said I could go out. Hey, don’t judge me. The bookshop was the one thing I was looking forward to about this place and let me tell you, it was worth the wait.

The place shouldn’t even be called a shop! It should be called a book armory? No, wait, that sounds weird. A book outlet? Nope, it still doesn’t work. Whatever, I’ll figure it out later. So I went to the huge bookshop that I think used to be a Barnes & Nobles that got turned into a regular bookshop. It’s nice to know I’m supporting a small business. Small meaning it’s owned by a family and not some corporate place. Like I said, the place was huge. Anyway, I went in and spent twenty minutes just gaping at everything. It was beautiful. Filled to the brim with books and really cool knick knacks at some great prices. No joke, I bought a sketch book, some pens and pencils, a journal, some decorations for my room, and some books I’ve been wanting for a while, for under $200! I’m living the dream life honestly.

While I was there, I ran into what I could only describe as a stereotypical mean girl. I did not get her name because I ran away before she could scream at me. That happens to me way more than it should. Trouble is, I don’t know if she was a ghost or not. No one else seemed to notice her and I got a few weird looks when I screamed an apology at her. Maybe I was just too loud? Well if she wasn’t a ghost at least I don’t have to deal with her at school since mom and dad finally agreed to homeschool me. I think it was a way to get me to shut up about not wanting to hide my sexuality from people even if I get bullied. I’m a proud lesbian, I’m not hiding that part of me.

No matter how hard it is.

NOPE! DON’T GO THAT ROUTE BRAIN!

But I also won’t deal with it cause it’s summertime thank goddess.

Anyway, I love my new journal! It’s so pretty and it has cute little chibi ghosts on the cover! I cannot not wait to use it for more interesting things I find at the bookshop. Oh and write stuff about my ghost hunting. That’s also why I got it.

Obviously. 

Also my new room is really cool. Mom and Dad found this huge house for surprisingly less than a million dollars and I got the top floor all to myself. Granted, there’s only three rooms up here but Mom says I can turn the second room into an art room! Isn’t that great! Now I won’t have to go outside to make something because my parents are neat freaks and they hate messes. The room I'm in currently is my bedroom and it has all my stuff in it since Dad came up here first to set everything up while Mom and I drove down here yesterday. I still need to unpack so I should probably get started. 

Saturday June 26th 1:30 am My Closet)

Holy shit.

That’s all I have to say after what has been transpiring for the past hour and half.

I knew there was a reason why my parents got the house so cheap!

Twelve people died here.

Correction, twelve people were killed here.

TWELVE PEOPLE WERE KILLED HERE!

WHAT THE FUCK!

Look, I get that my parents want me to help in the family business and hunt ghosts so that we help them go to the other side and blah blah. Especially since I’m the only one in my family since my great great grandma who can see ghosts. But moving me into a house where the souls are still haunting it and need to go to the otherside, is taking it too far!

Okay let me start from the beginning.

It all started after I woke up at midnight. I was thirsty so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. I get my glass of water and go back to my room, knowing that I probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. So I’m thinking about what book I’m gonna read or if I should watch tv on my phone again, when I see a very pretty girl with silky black hair and pale skin digging through my closet and muttering that I have too much flannel. Being the mature person that I am, I threw my water at her and screamed, “Begone intruder!” The girl just looked at me and smirked.

“I’m dead and I live here, so I’m not an intruder.” She said and that’s when I realized that the girl had gashes all over her body and her very cute outfit was covered in blood. “Why are you in my room?” I asked, not thinking what else to say. The girl snorted and floated over to me. “Because you, Cassandra Mendez, are going to help me and my cousins with our problem.” She said, placing her hands on my shoulders. Instead of feeling cold and uncomfortable like it usually does when a ghost touches me, it felt pleasantly icy and comforting. “Whoa, whoa. You know my name and I don’t know yours! That’s not fair.” I said, because all my brain cells left me when the pretty ghost girl touched me.

The girl giggled. “You’re right, that isn’t fair Cassandra. Let’s fix that, shall we? I’m Butterfly Thompson, nice to meet you.” Butterfly said and now that I could properly see her eyes, I noticed they were light green. “Butterfly, that’s an interesting name.” I said. “My parents were hippies, Cassandra.” She said as she let go of my shoulders. She went back to digging in my closet. “Cassie.” I said dumbly. Butterfly looked up, confused. “What?” She asked. “I go by Cassie, not Cassandra. Now can you tell me why you're here?” I asked, really hoping this whole thing was some dream.

“Cassie. I like that. Less of a mouthful. Anyway, I’m here to save you from the flannel nightmare that is your closet.” Butterfly said and I tried to ignore the way my stomach fluttered when she said my name. “You and I both know that’s not true.” I said exasperated. She hummed in response. “Oh but it could be. But unfortunately it’s not. At least not right now. I’m here because I need your help to prove that my family and I were murdered.” Butterfly said. I blinked at her. First of all, why me? Second of all, she was murdered? “How many people died and how did they die?” I asked, not sure what else to say.

Butterfly started counting on her fingers. “Twelve. They took out Blake and Bloom and their parents first. Stabbed Aunt Bria and Uncle Braxton I think, I was hiding in the closet with Burst so I don’t know. They pushed Blake and Bloom out the window, their deaths were immediate. Then they went after Blaze and Briar but Aunt Britnay and Uncle Ben fought back. Unfortunately, their battle was for naught as the killer somehow managed to strangle them before throwing Briar and Blaze out the window as well. They took a little longer than the other two to die. You know this guy had a thing for throwing kids out the window. Then they came to closet me and my brother were in. Mom and Dad fought as hard as they could but in the end they didn’t make it either. I don’t know how they were killed. The killer pulled me out of the closet first but unlike my cousins I fought back. They managed to get a couple gashes and hits on me before I was thrown out the window. My death was immediate. Burst’s wasn't. They died in the rose bushes, bleeding out because the killer stabbed him before throwing them out the window like everyone else.” Butterfly said, her voice monotone.

“Then why was the killer not caught?” I asked, because it sounded like a bunch of innocent people were brutally murdered here, no questions asked. Butterfly sighed and sat on my bed. “They were smart. They made it look like the adults committed suicide and that us kids fell off the roof. Even down to the fact that they made it look like Burst was impaled. But we know the truth.” She said, a bitter smile on face. “Where do I come in?” I asked and she grinned. “You’re gonna be homeschooled, it's summer, you can talk to all of us, and you can talk to our friends who are alive and help us! Together you can find a way to figure out who the killer is and why they did it so we can put their ass in jail.” Butterfly said excitedly.

“Wait us?” I asked, because I thought she was the only ghost here. She nodded vigorously. “Yes us, I was sent to talk to you before we bombroad you with everything.” She explained. “Let me think about this before I do anything.” I said. Butterfly nodded. “Okay, get back to me in the morning! Sleep well Cassie.” She said, giving me a hug before floating down somewhere. 

Well after writing this down, I know what to do. I have to help her. She didn’t deserve what happened to her and her family at all. Now I’m actually gonna go to bed because, damn, I'm tired.

[purplesurveys]

1740

When was the last time you’ve gone shopping with a friend?  June – Reena and I went crazy at the Chatuchak market. By the end of the night I literally had street food on one hand and shopping bags on the other hand/lining up my wrist haha.

It sounds reckless saying it like that, but I never ever devote that much energy and money to shopping to begin with; so for that one night I allowed myself to have fun and get at least one thing for each loved one.

If you’re not already, when do you plan on getting married?  I honestly don't plan on it anymore. I don't mind being on my own for the rest of my life.

Do you like your nose?  I've been told that it's cute but I personally don't have strong feelings towards it, and I don't get why Filipinos are so passionately judgy about flat and sharp noses either.

Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat?  Not usually! Only time I do so these days is when a BTS member comes out with a new song, and I've never disliked anything any one of them has put out so these songs just naturally end up as repeat-worthy for me.

Is there an accent you prefer?  Not really.

Would you date the lead singer of a band?  No. That's essentially like being in a long-distance relationship, which I've never had and subsequently wouldn't know how to handle.

Do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school?  From kinder to high school, yes. That's why college felt so liberating the second I stepped into my university haha. I was wearing shorts by my first week.

Have you ever visited a sex shop?  I have.

How many cousins do you have? What are their names?  Only counting first cousins, 12. The list of cousins would technically never end, especially if you're Filipino.

Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal?  Kind of. I was in a mini safari once and this big bird that was freely walking around suddenly went for me when they saw me using my camera. My stance/form may have looked threatening so I fully blame myself here, but anyway I just tried to stay as calm as possible when they started pecking all over my feet until a guide noticed us and led the bird away.

Have you ever had sex in a kitchen?  Never went beyond making out.

Which part of your state/province do you live in?  The westernmost part, already bordering Metro Manila.

Who in your life can you count on the most?  My mom and sister.

Have you ever wanted to be the opposite gender?  I guess, when I had been an annoying teenager who thought girly things were annoying.

What’s a fictional being you would like to be? Like a vampire, an elf, etc.  Idk, maybe vampire. It'd be cool to be a Cullen just so I can also live in a nice big house and so that all I have to do is repeat high school over and over again lol.

Do you like frogs?  Well, not particularly. I don't dislike them, but you can say I'm scared of them. We have a lot of them in our neighborhood and we've even had a couple actually make it inside our home a few times.

What’s the creepiest thing someone has ever done to you?  So I was at a party with some friends, and it was like 3 AM when we decided to get out of the bar and get some air. To describe the setup, the bar we stayed at was part of a bigger complex of just bars and clubs, so at that point – 3 AM – everyone was naturally super drunk, vomiting all over the place, staggering, etc. We were just walking when all of a sudden this clearly intoxicated dude just started going for me with a super rapey look in his eyes and it was the single most unsettling thing I've ever experienced. I have never pulled away from a gaze and walked away quicker in my whole life.

Does being scared or nervous make you need to poop?  IT REALLY DOES. Holy shit this is my least favorite thing to go through at work. LOL I always feel like taking a shit moments before I enter a call or present a deck, even though I've been doing the same routine for three years already. I never get used to it.

Does it bother you when dogs lick you?  It has never bothered me and I don't think it ever will.

Have you ever lost a nail completely for any reason? What happened?  Yeah, my toenails. I used to play competitive table tennis in high school and my toes always took a beating from the games.

Have you ever had any experience with alcoholism?  Not me but I have seen it happen to a few family members which is a big reason why my childhood years are a part of my life that I do not look back fondly and proudly on. I hated the idea of alcohol and I judged everyone who drank for years because of all the trauma, until I got to try it for myself – it was then that I realized that those relatives were just stupidly unable to handle their alcohol.

How often do you see family members that you don’t live with?  It depends on who. My grandma and some of my cousins live in the village next to ours so we see each other, like, every Sunday lol; but I have family who live in other provinces or other countries altogether that I see much more infrequently.

What color eyes do your pet(s) have?  Black.

If you could have a car in any color, which color would you choose?  I have a white car now and have no other preference.

Do you plan to vote in the next election?  Yes.

Have you ever used anything unusual to masturbate with before? If so, what?  Nope.

Who is the last person that saw you naked?  I think it was just my ex.

Are you more likely to give a hickey to someone else or get one?  It can go either way tbh.

What is something you want but can’t afford to buy?  A condo unit.

Do you usually eat wheat bread or white bread, or are you gluten-free?  White.

What type of church do you like the most, if any?  I'm not interested in churches at all, not even the architectural aspect of it. Even if I found myself in a place known for their churches, like Italy or Spain, I will skip out on the churches. Just reminds me too much of religion.

Was anyone rude to you today?  No.

Do you think you would be happier if you had more money?  Yes.

What is something currently on your wishlist from Etsy?  I've never been on Etsy.

Have you or have you ever considered messing around with the same sex? I did.

What is your opinion on same sex marriage?  I support it, always have.

What are your opinions on stretched ears? Would you ever do it? Do you like it on other people?  I think they look horrendous but people can do what they want to their own bodies. It’s none of my business. < Same.

Your ex, do they still like you?  No.

Think back to your last relationship. Was it worth it? No, they turned out to be correct in that it should have ended 2-3 years earlier than it did. I was just too stubborn and idealistic to see past all the ugly parts of it.

Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?  Yeah. I probably wouldn't be too thrilled about it LOL but I mean alcohol is easy to ignore at the end of the day.

Have you pretended to like someone?  No...never been stuck in that situation.

Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?  It did not.

Who did you last see in person?  My mom.

What is the last thing you said out loud? "You're fine with your ear like that?" to Cooper – he was sleeping with one ear dunked in his water bowl hahaha.

Are you good at hiding your feelings?  Yes. I usually prefer to be transparent, but if I need to be more reserved then I can do that as well.

Have you ever regretted kissing someone?  Uh, not really, no.

Have you ever been to New York?  Nope.

What is one thing you will never do again?  Hike.

What happened the last time you cried?  I was watching the Chris Candido episode of Dark Side of the Ring. I knew about his death, but I just never knew how his was all too similar to Eddie Guerrero's – harbored a drug addiction, decided to clean up, and having your life cut short just as you get your act together. Shitty situation altogether.

Also fuck Sunny.

What would your parents be surprised to learn about you?  I used to do voice memos in the few months following my breakup, which was my way of letting all my thoughts and anguish and sadness out. I had no money for a therapist and I didn't want to bother anybody whenever I cried – and this was in 2020 when the world froze – so I would just turn the mic on and let myself process my emotions out loud to my phone. I never listened to them and it was strictly a way for me to just have a venue to talk and talk and talk.

What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on?  Patch from the Hush, Hush series hahahah. Also Han Jipyeong from Start-Up :(

What one thing would you be most disappointed if you never got to experience it?  Going to Wrestlemania 50. That's a childhood dream and a literal once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I would be very devastated if things didn't work out for me.

What’s the first thing you would do if you won the lottery?  Give a considerable portion to my parents, and to also beg them not to tell anyone.

If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around?  MAYONNAISE.

What is your weirdest dealbreaker?  Not adventurous with food. Pickiness is fine, but if they like eating the same, like, 10 things and/or find street food gross then that's a gigantic pet peeve.

What was your favorite TV show as a kid?  Spongebob.

What is the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?  Body hair, I guess? Not excessive though.

What is the scariest experience you have ever had?  Driving through Manila with 2% cellphone battery. NEVER AGAIN.

Would you give up one of your fingers if it meant you’d have free wifi wherever you go, for the rest of your life?  This survey sounds like it was made in like 2010 when free wifi was actually a dream for us hahaha. Anyway, no I would not give up a finger – data is so easy to purchase these days lol.

[loveronlineee]

Us Weirdos Chapter 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Byers! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N picks up her little brother’s friends from their after school club and bumps into an old classmate

Y/N notes: none

Wanna request something? Look here!

Y/N kept her hands on the wheel as she drove towards her old high school, Queen blasting from the cassette player. Her head bobbed to the music as she pulled into the parking lot.

A weird nostalgic feeling filling her as memories from the old building came flooding back. A mix of good and bad. Y/N wasn’t popular, but she certainly wasn’t bullied. She kept to herself and did what she was told, managing to scrape through the four years just fine. No major problems. No… drama.

Damn I was a boring teenager.

The 20 year old thought to herself as she parked the car at the front. She was on the lookout for three familiar faces; Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson. She used to see them on an almost daily basis, being her littlest brother’s best friends. But since she graduated and moved out of her Mom’s house, there weren’t really any times they would bump into each other.

Y/N took out the tape just as the song was ending and took a different one from her glove box. The Clash. She put it in, knowing one of her favourites was gonna start.

Darlin’ you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

She looked back at the building, still nothing. The music continued to fill the car as Y/N tapped on the wheel in time.

If you say that you are mine,

I'll be here 'til the end of time

She decided to get out and stand, leaning on her now open car door. The song just loud enough that she could still hear it.

So you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

Finally, a group of boys burst open the double doors. Y/N spotted the three youngest and gave them a wave. The boys waved back and jogged over to her car. Y/N folded her arms, smiling at them.

“Hey guys! Been a while. You guys look so different!” Y/N remarked. She scanned each boy. “Mike you’re so tall now! Lucas I like the hair and Dustin nice braces.”

“Ugh you sound like my Mom’s friends.” Mike pulled a disgusted face as Dustin and Lucas smiled at her.

“Oh really?” Y/N grabbed Mike and ruffled the boy’s hair comically. “Mikey you’ve become such a handsome young man! Come give me a smooch!” She wrapped him up in a restricting hug whilst making over the top kissing noises. The other boys just laughed as he watched his friend struggle to escape the embrace.

“Ugh I forgot how annoying you are!’’ Y/N let him go after a couple seconds, chuckling. “I’m starting to regret asking you to pick us up.”

“I’m not.” Dustin opposed.

“Me neither.” Lucas added.

“Oh that’s two v one Mike.” Y/N stated. “Looks like you’ll have to endure a car ride home with me instead of walking back in the cold and the dark. Don’t worry, you’ll manage.” She joked.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” Mike huffed.

“Uh Mike, would anyone else buy you guys snacks for the ride home? I don’t think so.” The younger boys’ eyes lit up as they flung open the back seat to see bags of chips and cans of soda.

Y/N watched with a smile as they climbed inside and started on the snacks. That’s when she felt another pair of eyes on her.

‘‘Y/N?’’ A vaguely familiar voice called out to her. She spun around to see an old classmate from school. “Y/N Byers?’’

‘’Holy shit. Eddie Munson?’’ She said with a surprised smile. She took a couple steps closer to him. “Dude I almost didn’t recognise you. Your hair is so long now!’’ Eddie looked taken aback at her reaction, loosing his cool for a moment.

“Ha yeah I’ve been growing it out.’’ He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you here?’’

“Uh I… I’m repeating senior year again.” Eddie explained, looking down to the ground and taking a hand out to rub the back of his neck.

“Oh dude no judgement. I still have no idea how I graduated in 84.” Y/N joked to ease the tension. It seemed to work as Eddie looked back up at her.

“So what have you been up to since then?”

“I work at Family Video. Got promoted to assistant manager a month ago.”

“Wow going up in the world.” Eddie said, half joking. Y/N chuckled, making him smile wider.

‘‘You guys know each other?’’ Dustin asked, stuffing his face. Mike and Lucas looked at the two older kids as well, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah we were in the same grade at school.’’ Y/N explained. The younger ones nodded, realising that they were the same age. “We had homeroom together, senior year.’’

“Yeah I sat behind you.’’ Eddie added. Y/N turned back to him with a smile.

“Oh yeah you did! You used to drum on the back of my chair and drive me CRAZY.’’

‘‘Wh- that was annoying you?! You never said anything!” Eddie chuckled, taking a step closer to her.

“Of course that was annoying me! I was just too shy back then to speak up.” Y/N shook her head at herself.

“Well I apologise. ‘twas not my intention m’lady.” Eddie bowed his head dramatically, hand movements to match. Y/N folded her arms.

“I accept your apology good sir, even if it is two years too late.” Y/N joked. Eddie pretended to be offended, standing back up straight and putting his hand to his chest which made Y/N laugh. She sighed and looked back at the boys. “Well I better get these three home so their Mom’s don’t kill me. It was good to see you Eddie.”

“Yeah, you too Y/N.” He walked to his van as Y/N got back in her car.

“Okay you guys ready to go?” The boys nodded. Y/N drove out of the school, giving Eddie a little wave on the way out.

“So were you and Eddie…friends?” Mike asked, sceptical. He tried to think of any instance where he saw Eddie even talk to a girl, let alone be friends with one. Y/N shook her head.

“Oh no I barely knew him.” Mike frowned.

“Well you seemed pretty excited to see him?” Y/N shrugged.

“I think it’s just that feeling when you see someone you knew from high school and realising how much time has passed. Maybe you’ll get it after you graduate.” The boys nodded. The tape ended. Y/N began playing it from the beginning again.

She tapped the steering wheel along to the beat, then sighed. “I miss Will.” She whined.

It had been a couple months since her Mom and brothers had moved to California. She had had the choice to go with them but decided to stay in Hawkins. She already had her own place and a stable job and moving somewhere else would do a number on her savings.

“What about Johnathan?” Lucas asked. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah I guess him too.” The boys laughed at the oldest sibling playing obvious favourite. No she loved Johnathan too but Will was the baby, and he’d always be the baby. “You boys aren’t making too much mess back there are you?” The rustling immediately stopped, making Y/N laugh. “I’m just kidding. I’m getting the car cleaned tomorrow you guys can go crazy.”

“Chores day?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah. Gotta go grocery shopping, tidy the house, do laundry, drop something off at work and get the car cleaned.” Y/N listed off. “Oh the joys of adulthood that await you boys.”

She joked, making the boys smile. “So you guys are friends with Eddie?”

“Yeah he runs the D&D club.” Mike answered.

“Oh right yeah! I totally forgot he did that.” Y/N commented. She looked at them through the rear view mirror. “So you guys tell Will that you don’t wanna play anymore but as soon as you get to High School-“

“I-It’s just because we wanted to make friends!” Mike interjected, feeling a twinge of guilt. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“I’m kidding guys. As long as you’re having fun.” She brushed off.

They pulled into Mike’s driveway and he jumped out. His Mom opened the door and waved at Y/N, mouthing thanks as her son walked inside. “Well at least his Mom has manners.” Y/N mumbled, making Dustin and Lucas giggle.

Next was Lucas’ house. He jumped out and walked to the front passenger window.

“Thank you ever so much for driving me home Y/N. Do get home safe.” He said exaggeratively.

“You are very welcome Lucas. I will.” Lucas grinned and ran into his house. Y/N turned to look at the last boy. “You wanna jump in the front Dust?”

“Hell yeah!” The boy replied excitedly as he got out and swapped seats.

“Okay next stop, the Henderson residence.” The car started up again and they were back on the road.

“How’s work?” Dustin asked. Y/N shrugged.

“It’s work. Not much happens at Family Video so there’s not much to tell.”

“It must be cool to work with Steve and Robin.” The boy smiled.

“Yeah it’s cool, especially since they have to do everything I say.” Y/N said with mischief in her voice. “How’s high school going?”

“Alright I guess. Still getting bullied like in Middle School. Maybe a little better cause we’ve got Eddie looking out for us.” Y/N nodded sympathetically as she continued to listen. “This guy Jason is the worst-“

“Junior Jason Carver?!” Y/N loudly interrupted “Oh shit wait no he’ll be a senior now. WOW I’m old.”

“You know him?” Dustin questioned.

“I used to be his math tutor. He had a crush on me.” Y/N chuckled to herself.

“Wha- really?”

“Uh don’t sound so surprised Henderson! Yeah he did. His friends used to tease him about it when I was in earshot. I’d pretend not to hear but I did.” Y/N smile dropped. “But now he’s a bully? That’s so upsetting to hear. He seemed so sweet.”

“He mostly picks on Eddie. But then again, Eddie does kinda egg him on.”

“Well I’ll keep an eye out for him so I can give him a stern lecture.” Y/N said, her grip on the wheel tightening ever so slightly.

“Please make sure I’m around when you do, I can’t miss that.” The two laughed together as they stopped outside Dustin’s house. “Oh and the guys. Eddie especially. He’d love it.” Y/N nodded, an amused smile on her face.

“Well here we are.”

“Thanks Y/N.” Dustin said as he got out.

“No problem. Let me know if you guys need another lift.”

“We will! Bye!” Y/N watched him run into the house before looking away. She opened her glove box again to find something else to listen to. She frowned.

Why am I suddenly in the mood for something metal?

[faces-in-unexpected-places]

Oh please don’t be sorry, that was such a sweet response to receive, even if we weren’t the CLOSEST ever back in the day, it means so much. To put it briefly and simply, I’ve made a lot of IRL enemies in recent years for standing up for myself/others, so I am pretty accustomed to more than a few people being NOT super excited to see me lmao. So your response was honestly such a breath of fresh air and a reminder that maybe I’m NOT the awful person some people would like to believe I am. But enough about that - it’s mostly in the past now and I’m ready to leave it behind!

Because yeah, things are generally looking up! I’m in that transitionary phase in life where a lot of difficult times are wrapping up and (hopefully) easier/better times are ahead, but like you said, things take time and don’t happen overnight. Knowing that difficult times aren’t permanent definitely helps when trying to live happy in the moment, too.

WOW, what an awesome way to get a job, holy shit, that’s so great, Sara! And also kinda punk rock with the total honesty, and how she just went with it like “yeah yeah ur still hired tho”. I love it. Yeah I’d be down to hear more about it through DMs. Kinda silly, but sounds cool to be like “I can’t talk about it here, let’s fine a more secure line” lmao. THE WALLS HAVE EARS. (Picture yourself dressed like one of the men in black in full black suit, sunglasses and earpiece, please. Thanks).

Yeah, the work is interesting, and definitely important! I just wish that the pay vs necessary skills + amount of student debt ratio was a bit more balanced, is all. No offense taken, that is DEFINITELY a corncob with a little hat on lmao. He’s a silly looking guy.

As for what to do instead… god I don’t know. I’ve considered so many things from staying in my field and just trying to make some more strategic moves into biotech/pharma companies for salary increases all the way to leaving the field entirely in pursuit of a new one, going back to school AGAIN (ugh god) for even higher positions (optometry???) or even saying “fuck it” to spending more money on education and instead becoming my own boss with side hustles and the like. Still haven’t decided yet, obviously. But I’m keeping an open mind to hopefully give a better chance of a good outcome?

This is definitely not a pity bait just an observation but - I was a first gen college student from a broken home with a dad who wasn’t around much (and when he was, our time wasn’t very productive together) and a mom who worked two jobs to keep us from falling below the poverty line so we could afford to live in a city with nice public schools (ie she wasn’t around a lot either, but she did her absolute best to give me everything she could), so… I didn’t have a WHOLE lot of guidance about what to do once I got INTO college. Just that if I DID get in, then I was set for life (not true lmao but live and learn right?) and since my parents had never attended college at the time (mom went back and became a nurse WHILE I was in college) they couldn’t offer a lot of suggestions about how to get into a well-paying career, so the rest was kinda up to me. I could have made worse decisions for sure, but I could have made better ones too, if I had guidance from someone more experienced with navigating higher education and setting up careers.

Anyway I guess there’s my life story lmao. Just trying to figure out how to make enough money to buy a house, get married, and have a kid one day maybe, which is harder than I thought!!

Oh hell yeah, definitely going to do those ask games when I’m not LIVING AT THE AIRPORT ANYMORE. I wanna go home and take a shower 😭 oh also please enjoy this image I took

Why is he cut in half?? He looks like his torso is gonna just flop right over into the garbage can.

Some times, although they are few and far between, I feel like I'm actually making a difference with my work. Like something I do has an appreciable, positive effect on people's lives. It doesn't have to be big, just something that has an effect in practice; not just paper pushing, but an actual impact on how things are done in the industry. It always gets me when that happens, and I'm so glad I'm in a place where that is possible for me. I'm so glad I can do good in my own way.