#but i firmly believe that they still do that

[hexhomos]

hi! what do you wish we saw more of in Jayvik fics?

and are there any tropes you’re tired of?

PLEASE WRITE MORE HERALD VIKTOR STUFF.

PLEAAAAAAAAAASE. IM DYING. IM FADING AWAY. I will look at the tags on a thing and say "are you sure this is herald viktor sir?" and they will laugh "yeah its herald viktor" and then i click on it and its human viktor and he's not even hexcorized. This is a joke based on real anguish. You have to understand how serious this is to me.

I think the arcane herald form can be used so interestingly in post-canon (or in timefuckery stuff, or in AU stuff where he can be a creature/monster/god of another sort) we are the fastest growing league ship tag of all time but i RARELY see him. Jayce’s ending vows were to /that/ guy its not conditional on the way Viktor looks. That's kind of the whole appeal! Jayce is telling him that no matter how much he's changed his feelings will stay the same!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love bodymod stuff and i love monster romance so I'm the usual suspect here but from the bottom of my heart i mourn every time people just make viktor fully vanilla human and able-bodied at the end of arcane. It doesn't feel right. It feels like throwing out his entire arc and Rewarding the idea that he "SHOULD just want to be NORMAL," when really its so much more interesting to explore jayvik as two guys who are irreversibly changed by their choices and by each other and they have to learn how to deal with that together, and maybe even have complex feelings about it.

I really really miss the machine herald flavor of viktor being proud of his augmentations and actively seeking them out when it comes to arcane herald stuff. That is a body he designed for himself. It's so interesting to explore what that means, why his mobility aids are firmly embedded into his skin and still showing, why he might have contradictory feelings after the show ("yeah sure i fucked up but i also chose this and 1000% believed i was right and lowkey, i still like this, I'd much rather be imposing than easily ignored,")

Herald viktor is such a good materialization of his class struggles / gender issues / how viktor is alienated because of his disability. It's him taking everything he's ever been self-conscious about and twisting it into part of his armor. please write more herald viktor stuff. I'm dying here

[athetos]

Some thoughts from severance s2e3, and the season in general:

I 100% assumed the reason the goat people were asking to see their bellies was to see if they had belly buttons. Since the prevailing theory is that the goats are for cloning purposes, i figured they wanted to make sure they weren’t clones (clones not having belly buttons because they weren’t birthed/have need for an umbilical cord). If we take the pouches line at face value, I’d guess that they were told a rumor that MDR had pouches, to sow division and fear between the departments (like the fake uprising told to MDR about O&D, and vice versa).

The Export Floor. The fact that O&D used to deliver things there themselves, but then a courier was used. My theory is that someone saw something there they shouldn’t have. I don’t know how o!Irving knows about it, but I’m not here to discuss that right now. What I want to talk about is the name. The obvious one is exporting goods (or even ideas) to other countries, and this could simply mean it’s where stuff made by O&D gets sent up to the ‘outtie’ world. But there’s another possibility - export as in transferring data to another software/format. I think it’s this meaning that is critical, and has big implications for Gemma/Ms. Casey. They could be transferring the data MDR has refined to her chip, or in some way or another, working on “Cold Harbor.”

I am very firmly in the ‘that’s Helena’ camp now. I don’t think this is in character for Helly, as the extremely awkward conversation in the hall with Mark as well as telling Irving they ‘got him’ sealed it for me. I’m fairly certain that management knows it’s Helena; after all, they don’t activate her chip, although I won’t rule out she paid someone off/threatened them to do it. That said, I like to believe she compromised with the board to go down as herself, instead of as Helly. This would also mean that she can encourage Mark to go places that Lumon specifically wants him to see, instead of ones that are much more confidential. However, I think she’ll end up siding with the innies by the end, simply because the connections she will forge with them will be the only genuine and loving relationships in her life.

I didn’t mention this before, but i’m pretty sure Irving knows that Helena/Helly is lying, because he was the only innie who spent enough time outside to know that it was winter and she couldn’t have been gardening. He distrusts her, that’s why he only told Dylan about Burt.

Upon immediately seeing Dylan’s wife I assumed she was a hired actress. However it genuinely appears to be her (granted, I’m faceblind, but the voice sounded the same when she was with his outtie later in the episode). Lumon clearly thinks that this perk will keep i!Dylan in line, but I think it might backfire spectacularly, or at least cause significant drama - his wife is going to fall in love with his innie. Think about it, if their marriage is going through a rough patch, and she gets to spend time with a version of her husband who lacks all of the assumptions/grudges he has against her - basically starting all over… yeah, it’s gonna get strange. The way she talked about it to o!Dylan was like she was hiding it from him, almost like it’s the beginning of a potential affair…

(I also am still of the mind that either she or one of their children is terminally ill in some way, hence the benefits/insurance that Dylan is always looking after. He also complained a few times about having sore arms and jokes he works out. I feel this might be related somehow? But not sure…)

I stand by my theory that the board is actually the motherboard and is Kier’s (and his successors?) consciousness, or something of that ilk. The board was referred to as “it” in this episode (also “they”, but I believe that was meant as in plural, including Natalie). So I think we actually don’t have any proof that it’s multiple people or even people period. It will be like the export double meaning I mentioned earlier. Again, the board is hot on Mark staying and working because it wants him to finish Cold Harbor so it can begin the revival of Kier’s family (the rotation could potentially mean their minds being uploaded. Or something of that nature.)

No big theories or details to chew on here, but things that got big reactions from me: the Black Kier portraits I was expecting but still not prepared for. I desperately want to see Natalie’s portraits that she received; were they all biracial, all women, or both? The idea of genderbent biracial Kier family is killing me. This is like Hamilton (I think). Cobel definitely was going to die if she went into the building, she made the right call, I was terrified that her car might explode as she left. Phew. Next episode is going to be a roller coaster, I can tell. Shocked that he’s starting reintegration so soon but I’m here for it. Worried that Devon is going to get murdered. And I’m waiting for Cobel to get hunted down by Mark or for her to willingly seek him out as she realizes this is her only chance left to… do whatever the fuck it is she wants to do.

[sugarcubeindulgent]

hi hi I'm so in love with your works. like fr. reading em over n over before going to sleep. I was wondering, since it's almost time, some Pete valentine's headcanons? ik he's not the lovey guy, but he would do smt in his style i think

again, never stop what you're doing <33

valentine's day with pete dinunzio.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. established relationship. fluff.

a/n: this is SUCH a cute request i love it so much, thank you and thank you!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you’d wake up with a message telling you a happy valentine’s day with some very cheesy horror-themed photo after. (ex: you were made for me and it’s a photo of frankenstein, springing into love for you with a jack-in-the-box clown, etc.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ flowers. yes, i firmly believe he’d buy you flowers. not your favorites, a flower bouquet he thinks you’d look pretty holding.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ cleans himself up for the holiday for you. washes his hair, wears a different hoodie, puts on his special occasion cologne he got for a birthday.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ allows you pda that he’s usually uncomfortable with. kisses on the cheek, holding his arm, holding his hand, touching his face tenderly.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’d gift you something he thinks you should have and something you want. something you should have would usually be something of his interests he wants you to finally indulge in. some gore film, some comic book.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ absolutely cannot handle when you’re giving him so much love and affection. will constantly break jokes to alleviate his own internal panic that everything is real when you’re giving him gifts and admiring him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ will get something for you two to do together. a lego-set, a puzzle, a treasure hunt, those cheesy crime cases to solve.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’d take you to the movies every valentine’s day. always to watch a shit movie so you two can laugh and judge not-so-silently while fattening on popcorn, soda or slushies, and your favorite sweets.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ burns you a cd every valentine’s day. all songs that remind him of you, some romantic and some horny.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ would make you the most shitty valentine ever that he took an embarrassing amount of time to make.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he’d definitely want to end the day with you, whether that’s watching stars until midnight passes or simply playing some card game, maybe even talking or watching another movie – he doesn’t want to be apart until valentine’s day is over.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ probably the one day a year he’d be the best.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ actually wouldn’t want sex on valentine’s day, he’d find it too cheesy it’d ruin the fun of it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he still gifts you lingerie or sex toys i fear. usually things he wants to use on you but he’d surprise you sometimes with things to use on him. lotta knives.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the only time during the year when he’d actually say the words “i love you”.

[anthophi-lia]

Denki Kaminari loves grabbing you by your waist.

The first time he did so was probably on one of your first few dates. The two of you were walking along the side of a busy street as you recounted a story to him, words rambling out of your mouth so excitedly that you didn’t see the biker peddling towards you. Without thinking twice, Denki wrapped his arm around the back of your waist, pulling you tightly into his side and out of harms way.

You let out a small screech at the sudden pull, but once you realize what had happened you looked up at him closely. This was also probably one of the first times you saw how much Denki cared for you, even subconsciously.

You apologize for not paying attention and thank him for pulling you into safety. He just shakes his head and gives your waist a tight squeeze with his hand before letting go. (His little way of saying I’ve got you)

• • •

As you become more comfortable with each other, and you relationship dynamic becomes a routine, you’ve come to expect it. Every time he passes behind you in a room. Denki will gently place his hands on either side of your waist, softly pushing past you. If you two are watching a movie together on the couch, his grip rests firmly on your waist (if it’s a scary movie he jumps and squeezes you with ever fright before mumbling out a small sorry..). Whenever the two of you are out at some kind of party, he will always linger right behind you with his sturdy arms wrapped all the way around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. This level of PDA would be embarrassing if everyone there wasn’t already aware that Denki Kaminari is clingier to you than a koala bear.

If the two of you are hanging out, and he wants to get a better look at you, you better believe he’s grabbing you at the waist, and pulling you onto his lap. He holds you in this straddling position. He’ll gaze softly into your eyes as his hands brush up and down your sides in slow gentle strokes. He waits until you just about can’t take the silence anymore before he leans in presses a slow, sweet, kiss to your lips, his hands still gripping you and pulling you into him.

• • •

Your favorite is when Denki sneaks up behind you. Usually it happens when you’re sitting at your desk doing work, getting ready in the morning, or in the kitchen making you guys something to eat. He places his strong hands on your sides and pulls you back into him. You always let out a small gasp, even though at this point you know without a doubt that it’s your adoring boyfriend.

If he’s in an excited mood, he’ll pepper the side of your face with a flurry of kisses and ignore your giggling pleas for him to cut it out! And every single time he’ll shake his head and mumble out why should I when you’re so stinking cute in between kisses.

If he’s had a bad day, or is just in a tired mood, he’ll drop his forehead down into the crook between your shoulder and your neck. You know by now that when he does this he wants you to put one hand on top of his and the other up in his hair, gently combing your fingers through. He nuzzles into you and breathes deeply to inhale your scent. Sometimes he’ll whisper out almost unintelligibly, but you’ve learned to understand what he means. So you give his hand a tight squeeze before whispering back, I love you too Denks.

• • •

[majoryeager104]

Hawks Headcanons!

Just realized I haven’t done any headcannons for my beloved bird-boy Keigo, so here goes

Summary: just some random *cough cough* ✨totally accurate✨ headcannons of the birb. Bonus relationship hcs bc fannon Keigo sometimes feels terribly out of character to me

warnings: language, general absurdity. Enjoy!

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he gets nauseous if he eats or drinks something right before he flies

hear me out on this one

remember that episode where he was going back to the PLF and like flew the whole way without opening his coffee

I rest my case

any-hoo

he also sleeps like a rock

like, you’d think he was dead

no movement

but one nudge, or one “hey babe”

and he’s awake terrifyingly fast

Sits up right after like like he wasn’t just snoring his ass off

It’s kind of creepy actually

also

i think he’d rarely text you

but when he does, it’s like a waterfall

Constantly yapping till you tell him to find something to do

bc you know he’s just bored and misses u 😔

I also firmly believe that he can’t handle spicy food

He sure does try though

because he likes any food

its just that by the time he’s halfway through his buldak ramen he’s sitting there wheezing with a runny nose reaching for some milk

i also think he’d love strawberry milk more than chocolate

so just imagine him sitting there sniffling and drinking strawberry milk while staring intimidated at a bowl of noodles.

you’re welcome

Moving on

he can’t lay on his back when he sleeps

because you know with wings sticking out that’s gotta be tricky af and wildly uncomfortable

like laying down while wearing a really stiff backpack

so he lays on his side or his tummy

So he’s gonna be laying on his tummy on top of you half the time

he has like random things that he still gets wildly petty about when mentioned

not like specific instances with people, just like moments when the world let him down

example

hes still mad about the McDonald’s Snack Wrap

I don’t think I need to elaborate further

he listens to all sorts of music

except country

he hates it

and if you ask him why

be ready for a twenty minute overly dramatic rant

On a relationship note

hed be like a fantastic partner…when he’s there

With his job you know he could be gone weeks if not months

but when he’s there, he’s absolutely there. In the fullest extent he can be.

because he wouldn’t date you, text you (randomly), stay over with you, and just generally spend as much time with you as he can possibly balance with work if he wasn’t absolutely smitten

He adores you

and it’s blatantly obvious

except to the media

lmao

they got no freakin clue

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[saebyeokbliss]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU— PART XI.

synopsis: on a cold january day, you were worrying about the reason your girlfriend wasn’t texting back. when she finally does and asks to meet at your apartment, you’re met with heartbreak as she ends your relationship. no explanation. two years later, you run into her at a cafe with someone new. what are you to do?

warnings: violence, threats of harm, use of weapons, gagging and restraining, emotional distress, mild language

pairing: sae-byeok x fem!reader

The alley felt smaller with him in it. The way Deok-su loomed over you, his shadow stretching long across the pavement, made the narrow space feel suffocating. His sneer was sharp in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with something cruel and unrelenting. You could almost smell the malice radiating off him, thick and heavy like oil.

“I asked you a question,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Where’s Kang?”

Your heart pounded so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest, but you forced yourself to stand your ground. You straightened your back, your bag still slung over your shoulder, and glared at him.

“She’s not here,” you said firmly, your voice sharper than you felt. “And even if she was, you’re not going to get anywhere near her.”

Deok-su’s sneer widened into a grin, but there was no humor in it—just teeth and malice. “Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to tell you to fuck off,” you snapped, your fists clenched at your sides. “Leave her alone. Leave both of us alone.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his grin faltering slightly as though he couldn’t believe you were talking to him like that. Then his expression twisted into something darker, more dangerous, and he took a step closer.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” he said, his tone low and almost amused. “I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to.”

“And I don’t think you understand that I don’t give a shit,” you shot back, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to sound confident. “You’re not going to scare me into giving her up. So why don’t you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and leave us the hell alone?”

The words were out before you could stop them, and the moment they left your mouth, you regretted them. His grin disappeared entirely, his face hardening as he closed the distance between you in two quick strides.

Before you could react, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the front of your jacket, slamming you back against the cold brick wall of the alley. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs, and you gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to try and push him away.

“You’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that,” he growled, his face inches from yours. “But you should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

His other hand came up, and your blood ran cold when you saw the glint of a knife in the dim light. The blade pressed against your neck, the cold steel biting into your skin just enough to make you freeze. Your breath hitched, panic clawing at your chest as your mind raced.

“See, I don’t like being told what to do,” he continued, his voice low and venomous. “Especially not by some little nobody like you.”

“Go to hell,” you spat, your voice shaking but defiant.

His grin returned, but it was crueler now, his eyes narrowing as he pressed the blade a little harder against your neck. “You’re brave. Stupid, but brave. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before you could process what was happening, he pulled the knife away and shoved you roughly toward the ground. You stumbled, catching yourself with your hands on the cold, grimy pavement, but before you could get up, his hand was in your hair, yanking your head back painfully.

“Stay quiet,” he hissed, pulling something out of his pocket. You struggled, kicking and clawing at him, but he was too strong. He forced a gag into your mouth, tying it tightly behind your head before you could make a sound.

Panic surged through you as he pulled a strip of fabric out next, wrapping it around your eyes and knotting it securely at the back of your head. The darkness was immediate and disorienting, your other senses suddenly heightened as you felt his rough hands grabbing your arms and yanking them behind your back.

You thrashed against him, trying to scream through the gag, but all that came out were muffled sounds. His grip tightened painfully, and you felt rope biting into your wrists as he tied them together, the coarse fibers scraping against your skin.

“Keep struggling,” he said mockingly. “It only makes this more fun for me.”

Terror gripped you as he hoisted you to your feet, your body jerking against his hold as you tried to get away. You couldn’t see anything, and the darkness made every sound sharper—the heavy thud of his boots against the pavement, the distant hum of traffic, the sharp intake of his breath as he dragged you further into the alley.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice dripping with false reassurance. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway. You’re just going to help me send a little message to Kang.”

You shook your head violently, trying to scream again, but it was no use. The gag muffled every sound, and the blindfold left you completely disoriented. You had no idea where he was taking you, and the thought of what might happen next made your stomach churn.

You heard the sound of a car door opening, and before you could react, he shoved you forward. Your knees hit something hard—the edge of a seat—and he forced you down into it, his hand on your shoulder keeping you in place. You felt the cold press of the knife against your arm, a silent warning not to resist.

The seat beneath you smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and something metallic, and the air inside the car was stale and heavy. The door slammed shut beside you, and a moment later, you heard him climb into the driver’s seat.

The engine roared to life, and the car lurched forward, sending you sliding slightly against the seatbelt he hadn’t bothered to fasten. You twisted your wrists against the rope binding them, but it was too tight, the fibers digging painfully into your skin.

“You’ve got a big mouth,” Deok-su said from the front seat, his tone almost conversational. “I can see why Kang keeps you around. But don’t worry—we’ll see how long that attitude lasts when she shows up to get you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the realization of what he was planning sinking in. This wasn’t just about you. This was about Sae-byeok. He was going to use you to get to her, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

You tried to scream again, the sound muffled and desperate, but he just laughed.

“Save your energy,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”

The car sped up, the hum of the engine and the vibrations beneath you the only indications that you were moving. Your heart pounded in your chest, fear coursing through your veins as you struggled against the ropes, the gag, the blindfold—anything to free yourself. But it was no use.

For now, all you could do was wait.

The apartment was quiet when Sae-byeok got home, the kind of stillness that settled after a long day. She dropped her bag by the door, kicking off her shoes with a sigh. Her body ached, but her mind was louder. The image of you standing in the break room earlier, your voice breaking as you talked about how lost you felt, had been replaying in her head all day.

She didn’t know why it got under her skin so much. Maybe it was the way your hands trembled when you tried to hold back tears, or the way you said you felt alone. She knew that feeling too well. It was one she carried every day, no matter how hard she tried to bury it.

“Looks like someone’s brooding again,” Ji-yeong’s voice broke her thoughts, light and teasing. She was sprawled on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest as she scrolled through her phone. She glanced up at Sae-byeok with a smirk. “What’s got you sulking this time?”

Sae-byeok rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips as she made her way to the couch. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Ji-yeong shot back, sitting up and tossing her phone onto the coffee table. “You have that look on your face. The one where you’re thinking about her.”

Sae-byeok paused mid-step, her expression hardening. “I’m not—”

“Oh, please,” Ji-yeong cut her off, grinning. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’re so obvious. Did something happen with her today? Did you two make up? Did you kiss? Oh! Did you f—”

“Shut up,” Sae-byeok said, though her voice lacked any real bite. She sat down on the couch, leaning back with a sigh. “She came back to work today.”

Ji-yeong’s grin widened. “And?”

“And… nothing. She’s dealing with a lot right now.” Sae-byeok hesitated, her jaw tightening slightly. “Her sister just died. She’s barely holding it together. I don’t think now’s the time—”

“Now’s exactly the time,” Ji-yeong interrupted, jabbing a finger in Sae-byeok’s direction. “She needs someone. And lucky for her, you’re, like, annoyingly good at pretending you don’t care while secretly being the most loyal person on the planet.”

Sae-byeok raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Ji-yeong said, leaning forward, “you still love her. And if you keep waiting for the ‘right time,’ you’re gonna end up waiting forever. Life doesn’t work like that, Sae-byeok. Sometimes you just have to take the leap.”

Sae-byeok frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is,” Ji-yeong said, flopping back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Step one: Go to her. Step two: Tell her you’re sorry for being a stubborn idiot. Step three: Kiss her. Step four: Profit.”

Sae-byeok snorted, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, you’re ridiculous,” Ji-yeong shot back, pointing at her again. “You’re sitting here moping instead of doing something about it. What’s the worst that could happen? She already forgave you once, didn’t she?”

Sae-byeok didn’t respond right away, her thoughts swirling. Ji-yeong had a point—not that she’d ever admit it out loud—but it didn’t change the fact that things were complicated. You had every reason to hate her after everything that had happened. The fact that you didn’t made her feel even more guilty.

“Just think about it,” Ji-yeong said, her tone softening slightly. “She’s a good one, Sae-byeok. Don’t let her slip through your fingers again.”

Sae-byeok glanced at her, a small, grateful smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask,” Ji-yeong said, grinning again. “But for the record, if you don’t make a move soon, I’m going to do it for you.”

Sae-byeok rolled her eyes, standing up and heading toward the hallway. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re boring,” Ji-yeong called after her, laughing. “Go get your girl!”

Sae-byeok shook her head as she made her way to Cheol’s room, the faint sound of Ji-yeong humming to herself fading into the background. She pushed the door open quietly, peeking inside. Cheol was already asleep, his small body curled up under the blankets with only the top of his head visible.

For a moment, she just stood there, watching him. He looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos of the world around him. It was moments like this that reminded her why she was still fighting—why she had to keep going, no matter how hard things got.

She stepped inside, tucking the blanket more securely around him before brushing a hand gently over his hair. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, and she allowed herself a small smile before slipping back out of the room.

The next morning, Sae-byeok woke up early, the faint light of dawn filtering through her curtains. She went through her usual routine—showering, getting dressed, making sure Ji-yeong didn’t eat all the bread for breakfast—before heading out to work.

The diner was as busy as ever when she arrived, the usual clamor of customers and coworkers filling the air. Sae-byeok slipped into her role effortlessly, taking orders and clearing tables with the same quiet efficiency she always did. But her mind kept drifting back to you.

She hadn’t seen you yet today, though she knew you were scheduled to come in later. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say to you, but Ji-yeong’s words from the night before were still rattling around in her head. Maybe it was time to stop holding back. Maybe it was time to—

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, cutting off her train of thought. She frowned, pulling it out to see a text from an unknown number.

She almost ignored it, assuming it was spam, but something made her open it. The moment she did, her blood ran cold.

The text was short, just two words: "Come alone."

But it was the picture attached that made her stomach drop. It was you—tied to a chair, your face bruised and bloody, your eyes wide with fear. The background was dark, but that didn’t matter. All Sae-byeok could see was you.

Her chest tightened, and she felt a surge of panic and fury all at once. She didn’t recognize the number, but she didn’t need to. There was only one person who would pull something like this.

Deok-su.

Without a second thought, Sae-byeok shoved her phone back into her pocket and stormed toward the door. She didn’t stop to explain to Mrs. Hanuel or anyone else why she was leaving. She didn’t have time. All she could think about was getting to you.

She didn’t know where you were or what Deok-su wanted, but one thing was certain: He was going to regret ever laying a hand on you.

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[phoebebuggers]

idk if it’s just me but i really don’t understand the byler doubt that’s going on right now 😭 we barely have any info about s5 except for a few behind the scenes photos and people leaking (mostly small) clips that have no context behind them 🖐🏽😔

and i do feel like it’s strange to assume that just because mike and el (might) breakup means they won’t talk/be friends anymore because they clearly do care about each other

this turned into a rant but i’m just annoyed because a lot of the “main” stranger things fan/update accounts just hate byler or will so they just ignore anything related to it 😕

not sure what i’ve posted that this is in reference to but i agree

honestly most of the byler doubt i have is related to the show, anything that’s come out about season 5 has mostly reinforced byler for me haha. if i’ve being honest im excited by the fact that it seems like mike and el are going to have some kind of one on one scene because that’s more indicative of a mileven breakup to me and i think their relationship needs to be addressed head on by both of them for the sake of both character’s arcs whether they breakup or not. if mileven is endgame (which tbh i don’t think it will be but im playing devils advocate) then some serious communication and development needs to occur for me to buy it after the shitshow that was season 4 for them. i think showing them have a healthy platonic relationship after a breakup would be very productive and make sense for both characters as well. they definitely care about each other and a lot of bylers overlook that they are shown to have a special bond separate from the rest of the party in season 1 that they should still have even if it’s platonic.

i also think a lot of main update accounts/the reddit actively dislike will and ignore byler but them not talking about byler isn’t necessarily displaying that…honestly there haven’t been many updates related to byler at all. which imo no news is good news because if byler is canon the duffers want to keep it as under wraps as possible. the ignoring of them just screams homophobia to me because they are probably the second biggest ship among fans and they have undeniable roots in canon in every season imo.

idk i don’t understand the byler doubt around the season 5 stuff we’ve gotten but i *do* understand doubting it in general. however i firmly believe they’ve planted the seeds for their relationship and i think that’s the direction season 5 will go (esp with will being a main character and supposedly having a happy ending) and i trust the duffers!

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Heal Together: Chapter 11 (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw fic)

*insert TikTok voice* Heyyyyyy, how y'all doin'? I disappeared for a while. I've been doing a lot of... for lack of a better word... healing. And a hell of a lot more working. But here is chapter 11, it's kind of filler but it took me like weeks of working on it off and on.

Masterlist + Playlist

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This was so weird. You hadn’t heard from Bradley all day, even after leaving him a voicemail. He usually got back to you within a few hours or at least by the end of his work day. Your mom called you back before your lunch break ended, despite being disappointed that this meant you probably wouldn’t move back home anytime soon, she was happy that you’d have a change of pace. She asked about Bradley and assured you that he was probably just caught up in something important at work and would get back to you as soon as possible. As you went to clock out for the night, your phone vibrated in your pocket, an unknown number.

“Hello?” You answered.

“It’s Natasha,” Phoenix’s voice said sternly on the other end, “how’s he doing?”

“How’s who doing?”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, “that idiot didn’t call you. Did he?” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach, “What happened to Bradley?”

“Bird strike. He had to eject.”

“Can you please explain that in English before I lose my shit?” 

“Shit, sorry. A bird strikes when a plane collides with a bird, usually a flock of birds. When they fly into the engine, it can lead to malfunction and sometimes even a crash.” She explained.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, “Did he crash?!”

“No, he ejected from the plane and used his parachute. It’s just protocol that they go get checked out at the hospital. Even the safest ejections can still end with broken bones or concussions.”

“I’m headed down to the ED now,” You stated firmly.

Natasha chuckled, “If he’s not too beat up already, you should kick his ass for not calling you.”

You scoffed, “I’m tempted.”

You never ran through the hospital so fast in your life. You blew through the crowded waiting room, scanning, hoping that maybe Bradley was sitting out there waiting. Based on the laws of triage, being in the waiting area is actually a good thing. Your pulse increased even more when you didn’t see him and you badged yourself in, heading to the nurse’s station.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you choked out, “Is Bradley Bradshaw here?”

A cute nurse that had obviously only stopped moving to take a 2 second water break called out from behind the secretary, “He’s in CT but he should be back shortly.”

“I’m his… girlfriend.” You said uneasily since it was the first time you’d actually referred to yourself as that out loud.

The nurse smiled, “Ah, he said you work here and hadn’t called you. I had a feeling you’d find him anyways. You can wait for him in bay 15.”I

“Thank you…” you looked down and scanned her badge, “… Jenny.”

You made your way to the empty examination area behind the curtain. Everything seemed to be in its place, all that was missing was a stretcher. A put together room was always a good sign. You couldn’t help but pace back and forth as you waited for him to get back. Based on everything you saw and heard from his nurse, Bradley was most likely fine but you couldn’t let yourself believe that until you saw him for yourself.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out.

You whipped around to see Bradley being rolled back into the room on a stretcher. Besides the bandage across his forehead, he was completely intact.

“Who told you I was here?!” He asked, “I didn’t want to bother you after a long day of work.”

You waited until the transport personnel exited the room before talking, “A little bird and she told me I should kick your ass.” Despite your relief, you were still fucking pissed.

“Phoenix?”

You nodded, “And I sure am glad she did ‘bother’ me after a long day of work. Bradley, I didn’t hear from you all day long, I was already worried. If Nat hadn’t called me and I had gone home for the night, I would have continued to worry myself sick!”

Bradley sighed and laid his head back against the pillow, “I’m sorry.”

A familiar sting of tears started in your eyes, “When were you planning on telling me you ejected yourself from a fucking plane, Bradshaw?!” 

“I don’t know… I just… I don’t know.” He seemed hesitant.

You sat at the edge of his bed, “Whatever it is… you can tell me.”

“I’ve just…” He turned away slightly, unable to look you in the eye, “I’ve never had someone to call before.”

His words stopped you dead. It had never occurred to you, he wasn’t used to having someone to call when something happened. No parents, no siblings, all of his friends were in his squad, so they always knew.

“It sounds so pathetic when I say it out loud.” He swallowed hard.

You reached out and gave his knee a loving squeeze, “Well, now you do. This is your ‘get out of jail free card’.”

He placed his hand over yours, “I’m sorry.”

You wiped away a few stray tears, “Don’t let it happen again.”

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To Bradley’s surprise, Y/N stayed with him until he was discharged from the emergency room around 10pm. He had a concussion, two cracked ribs, and a couple stitches in his forehead. Not too bad for a bird strike.

Y/N had gone to get her car from the employee garage to pick him up at the entrance, despite his initial protests. Bradley made the very wise decision to drop it and let her help him, he couldn’t stand to see her as upset as she was when she first saw him. It hadn’t even occurred to him to call her and let her know he got hurt, he was so used to dealing with the dangers of his job on his own. Seeing her so scared and tearful hurt him more than the rib fractures and concussion ever could.

When Y/N texted him that she was pulling around to the front of the emergency room, he saw that he also had a missed call and voicemail from her at about two in the afternoon. Her old silver sedan pulled up, she parked and got out to help him get in the car.

“Y/N, I got it.” Bradley groaned through the pain.

She ignored him and held his arms so that he could slowly sit down in the passenger’s seat, “Easy does it.”

She reached across him to buckle his seat belt and he chuckled, “You’re lucky I’m broken Y/N. With you reaching across me… looking so good in those scrub pants… I’m not sure if I could control myself.”

“You’re a goofus.” She scoffed but made sure to give him a small peck on the cheek before closing the passenger door and walking around the car to the driver’s side and climbing in.

Bradley short circuited for a moment, “A goofus? Like a goofy doofus?”

Y/N shrugged, not taking your eyes off the road as they drove away from the hospital, “I’m not sure what I meant to say… honestly, I’m so sleepy all of my words are jumbling together.”

“Aw, honey…” he sighed, “pull over… let me drive.”

“Absolutely not! You had a dose of morphine in the ED, you can’t drive!”

He looked over and gave her a goofy grin, “I love it when you get all smart and passionate and medical.”

She shook your head, trying to hide the fact that his loving words made her flustered, “I need to get your ass home so I can get my ass home.”

Stand and Deliver by Patrick Droney played quietly in the background, the lyrics feeling ever so appropriate.

"Won't drown in the river, I'll swim out to you. I'll stand and deliver, I'll carry you through. If you lose all the meaning of life, love, and truth; I'll stand and deliver, I'll show up for you."

“Sleep at my house.” he reached over and placed a warm palm on her thigh, “Please.”

She didn’t even have the energy to fight him, it had been too long of a day, “Okay.”

Bradley didn’t allow Y/N to act as his nurse anymore that night. He insisted that she was off the clock and needed to go to bed. That last thing he wanted to do was add to her stress and burn out. In the morning, he woke up feeling as though he had been hit by a train. Yes, the majority of his pain was around his ribs but he had the slightest headache too. He looked over to see Y/N next to him, dead asleep on her side, breathing deeply, mouth slightly open, with a little trickle of drool escaping her mouth onto the pillow. A warmth grew in his chest, he was so happy to see someone who worked so hard finally at rest. He didn’t dare make any sudden moves or noises that could wake her up.  He reached over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, there was a text from Y/N around 3am… What the hell?

Y/N: I forgot to tell you before we went to bed. Take 2 Tylenol every 8 hours for the headache and 3 ibuprofen every 6 hours for the body aches

He looked over at her sleeping body and studied her a little more closely, only to realize she fell asleep with her phone in her hand. Poor thing must’ve sent the text and then knocked right back out. Bradley, slowly, carefully and quietly maneuvered himself out of bed. He checked to make sure all was clear and Y/N was still snoozing away and it was a success. He gently took her phone from her hand and placed it on the table by her side of the bed, plugging it into the charger that permanently lived there, just for her. She let out a peaceful hum, turned her body towards his side of the bed and buried her face into his pillow. It took everything in his power for him not to listen to his instincts, bury his face into her neck and give her sweet kisses until she woke up. Maybe later. For now, his sweet girl needed sleep.

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[hai7ani]

yves.. what do you think about rindou listening to .. kpop ..

Rindou fucks w gidle BAD his favourite is miyeon or shuhua. He loves that aeao song too. He has that Dean stan look but idk if it fits cus i dont listen to dean often. Loves DPR, both Ian and Live. If he's feeling it he plays newjeans. He thinks Minji is alright like someone (i think emma) once asked him who his favourite is and he just pointed at Minji with a shrug. Mega fan of bigbang and old exo. The guy LOVES g-dragon he firmly believes that GD shaped him into who he is today. Growl and call me baby by exo are def his favourite. Newer exo would be lotto and tempo. Calls mark lee his homeboy in his head. Used to stream mad city and regular by nct 127 on repeat. I dont listen to ateez but i have seen others say that ateez resonates with him and his brother both. But i know for a fact that he 100% listened to ice on my teeth and approved of it. Vibe by 1team and love scenario by ikon used to be on his on repeat playlist. He also has the look of someone who was raised by 2ne1 (him being raised by bigbang is canon btw i confirmed it)

Some specific songs from bigbang i think he listens to:

Crooked - G-DRAGON (ARE YALL HEARING MW)

Good Boy - GD X TAEYANG

BANG BANG BANG - BIGBANG

FXXK IT - BIGBANG

Not related but that pick it up dance by ateez from so many years ago.... it still sticks in his head to this day. And he thinks bobby is good looking

Dropping this song here to conclude this post 😊

Whatever genre this specific song is. It's all rindou

[steddiealltheway]

By some twist in fate, Eddie and Nancy become friends.

It starts when Eddie sees her at The Hideout standing out very much in the sea of dark clothes wearing a lavender sweater and jeans. Eddie tells his band mates he’ll be right back when he rushes off to Nancy, noticing how people are starting to stare at her a bit.

“Nance?” Eddie asks, hands in the pockets of his black jeans trying not to make it obvious that he’s fidgety. He knows that she can defend herself, but it looks like some of the guys in the bar are going to test it, and he hopes his presence will make them back off a bit.

Nancy turns and her eyebrows furrow before she gives him a tight smile. “Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Just finished up a gig. What are you doing here?” Eddie asks.

Nancy looks around and loudly says, “I was just here to see you play. I can’t believe I missed it.” She throws her arms around Eddie and whispers in his ear, “I’m looking into something.”

As she pulls away, Eddie smiles and puts his arm around her. “How about we talk outside?”

Nancy nods and walks toward the exit. Eddie turns and waves Gareth off as he stares at him with his jaw dropped.

As soon as they’re outside, Nancy lets out a deep breath and Eddie rushes off to his van, not trusting the few people outside staring. He opens the passenger door for Nancy and goes quickly to the driver side. When the door closes, Nancy immediately says, “I know this probably sounds crazy, but I think there’s a dog fighting ring below The Hideout.”

Eddie sits back and takes in the information. He shrugs. “Okay. I can believe that.”

Nancy rambles on, “And I know there’s not great evidence and it’s a shot in the dark but-” She stops and looks at Eddie. “You believe me?”

“Yeah. You’re one of the smartest people I know, and the Creel stuff checked out, so why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“I gave you no evidence,” Nancy says as if she’s trying to talk herself out of her own theory.

Eddie shrugs again. “Then, give it to me.”

And she does. Telling him about a dog she saw chained in the backyard of someone’s house with marks consistent with an attack. How the only time the owner brings the dog inside is when he leaves his garage to drive to The Hideout, although he usually parks in the driveway which means he probably doesn't want people to see him putting the dog in his car. How he parks at the back of the bar in a fenced-off section that only a few other cars can go in. How she’s seen dogs in the other cars and even barking in the back that fades almost as if the noise starts traveling down. But this is the first time she’s gone inside.

“Well, that all sounds pretty damning, but you’re going to have to stop your investigation style.”

Nancy crosses her arms. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you stick out like a reporter, and your notebook was sticking out of your pocket in there. No one is going to talk to you, and if they think something is up, then you risk them relocating. So, I suggest we give you a metal makeover and you let me drive you here in my van because your shiny little car is just as suspicious.”

Nancy looks a bit pissed as she states, “I don’t need your help or protection.”

Eddie smiles. “I know you don’t, but I would be a great undercover buddy and excuse for your presence at The Hideout.”

Nancy narrows her eyes at him. “Why are you helping me?”

“One, you saved my life. Two, this sounds like an adventure,” Eddie says throwing his arms out with glee.

Nancy tries to suppress a smile before she sighs, “Fine, but if you blow the case…”

“I’m dead, and I never go on anymore adventures with you. Got it.” Eddie holds out his hand with a wide smile, and Nancy takes it, shaking it one time.

It feels like the start of a wonderful friendship.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“Wow,” Eddie says staring in awe at his work.

“I feel ridiculous, Eddie,” Nancy says, dark eyeliner smudged around her eyes, chains dangling over her tight black pants, and one of Eddie’s band t-shirts tucked into them.

“Well, you look absolutely metal,” Eddie says with a bright smile.

Nancy rolls her eyes but smiles.

Eddie thinks for a second before announcing, “We should stop by Family Video to show off your new look.”

Nancy scoffs.

“I always stop by on Wednesday! Please,” Eddie practically begs. He can’t wait to see the look on Steve’s face when he sees her. He wonders if Robin will be there too.

Nancy gets a little investigative twinkle in her eye. “You stop by every Wednesday, huh?”

Eddie eyes her. There’s no way she knows about his crush or the fact that he stops by every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sometimes Saturday and Sunday depending on if Steve's working the weekend shift. He tries to brush it off. “Yes, so I must stop by today. Right now actually, so you’re coming with, Wheeler. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Nancy narrows her eyes at him.

“Alright, we’re doing this the easy way. Got it,” Eddie says, voice cracking a bit with fear that only Nancy can evoke. Luckily, she follows him to his van and gets in willingly.

A quick trip over and a surprisingly pleasant conversation later, and Eddie is dramatically entering Family Video. His heart skips a beat when he spots Steve at the counter looking at him, and he nearly forgets the reason for his dramatics. Then, Nancy clears her throat, still hiding behind him, and Eddie makes eye contact with Robin who is raising her eyebrows expectantly.

Luckily, the store is empty when he dramatically announces, “Lady and gentleman, I present to you-”

“Ruth,” Nancy whispers behind him.

Eddie moves to the side and dramatically presents, “Ruth!”

Robin looks like she’s about to die on the spot, and Steve well… he looks a bit shocked.

Eddie hooks his arm around Nancy and walks her up to the counter. “What do you think Steve?" His heart tugs a bit as he notices the way Steve doesn't look at Nancy but instead focuses in on Eddie's arm draped around her shoulders. His jaw flexes and his nostrils flare as he looks at Eddie and nods. "She looks great like a female version of you." He tries to smile at him, but it comes off forced and almost scary.

Eddie's arm guiltily slides off Nancy and a blush settles over his cheeks. He feels weirdly embarrassed as he passes Nancy off to Robin who stutters while complimenting her.

Eddie takes the break to look at Steve who stares at a stack of tapes, fiddling with them as if to make it perfectly stacked. "Didn't realize you two were so close."

"We're working undercover on a case," Eddie says with a big smile, feeling almost giddy with excitement.

Nancy laughs, overhearing him. "We're investigating something," she corrects, but adds on, "An adventure." Her eyes light up and her eyebrows raise, and Eddie feels an intense platonic love for the woman.

He glances back at Steve who continues staring at his tapes. "Sounds fun," he says flatly.

Eddie feels another shoot of pain in his heart, almost stricken by guilt. He and Steve have been talking and relatively close for the past few weeks, but suddenly he gets weird when he becomes friends with Nancy?

It strikes Eddie suddenly. He's jealous.

Of course Steve would be jealous of Eddie parading around with his ex-girlfriend! It makes so much sense. He probably thinks he's corrupting her or something.

When Robin asks Nancy more about her investigation, Eddie can't help but lean over the counter and mumble, "You know that there's nothing happening between me and Nancy, right? She doesn't like me like that at all. Trust me. Don't have to worry about her being taken or whatever especially by me," Eddie rambles out, laughing at the end to add to how ridiculous the thought even is.

Steve looks at him confused. "That's not- that isn't..." He shakes his head and goes back to his stack. "I don't have feelings for Nance."

Eddie almost scoffs at that because hello. All signs point to jealousy. "So, you're not jealous?"

"No of you," Steve mutters still fidgeting with the tapes.

Eddie nods. Maybe he's just having a bad day or something. "Great, glad we cleared that up. But uh- are you okay?"

Steve nods and gives him that same tight smile. "Yup."

Yeah, he's definitely not fine, but he's not gonna push it. He glances over at Nancy to ask if she's ready to go, but then he sees the way she's leaning over the counter toward Robin, chatting animatedly about her evidence while Robin listens with heart eyes, practically drooling as she asks Nancy more questions. And what's even more interesting is the way Nancy gets flustered as Robin asks questions she hadn't thought of before and a blush slowly appears on Nancy's cheeks.

Eddie watches in awe as the two form more theories with their ideas bouncing off of each other as they slowly lean closer and closer until Nancy's arms are pressing against Robin's. Eddie softly smiles. If Nancy can tease him about his crush, he's going to certainly tease her about hers.

"Watch it there. You might start drooling if you stare too hard," Steve mutters to Eddie, hurt evident in his tone.

"Why would I be drooling?"

Steve rolls his eyes and loudly announces, "I'm going on my break." The two girls jump apart as he storms off to the back and slams the door behind him. Christ. What has him in such a bad mood?

"Damn, what did you say to him?" Robin asks with her arms crossed.

Eddie raises his hands. "I have no idea."

Nancy raises her eyebrows. "Oh, I have an idea, but come on. I think that was our cue to leave." She turns back to Robin and very regretfully says goodbye before Eddie follows her outside.

"Really, I have no idea-"

"He's jealous, Eddie," Nancy states with a small smile.

Eddie fidgets and says, "Well, he told me he wasn't after I explained you don't have feelings for me."

Nancy laughs, and Eddie stares at her. "What am I missing?"

"He's not jealous of you! He's jealous of me. He likes you, Eddie, and don't tell me I'm wrong because I know what he's like when he likes someone."

Eddie stops to think about the way Steve had hardly paid attention to Nancy and gave all his attitude to Eddie. But that can't be true, and he knows he can't say that to Nancy, so instead he stirs the pot. "And you like Robin, and she likes you back!"

Nancy's jaw drops and she splutters, "She doesn't- I don't- She... That is not what we're discussing right now!"

"Here's what I think," Eddie says, ignoring Nancy's attempt at changing the topic, "I think that you should go to The Hideout with Robin because you two clearly work well together, and she's a better investigator than I am. Plus, you two have the experience after the whole library and asylum thing."

Nancy takes a second to consider it and asks, "But what about you? I know you wanted the adventure."

Eddie's stomach flips a bit at how caring Nancy Wheeler is. "I think I've had enough adventure in the Upside Down to last a lifetime. Plus, I have a weak stomach, and I might throw up if I saw a dog fighting ring."

Nancy smiles and huffs a laugh. She looks down at her feet a moment before looking at Eddie with a determined look that scares him. "If I go with Robin, you'll take her work vest and cover the rest of her shift. Plus, I get your van so we have a ride."

"Deal," Eddie says handing her his keys without thinking.

"Have fun with Steve," Nancy says with a big smile running back into Family Video.

Shit, he had forgotten about that part.

Eddie races inside, but it's too late, Nancy is already talking to Robin about the plan. She hands over her vest to Eddie and squeals, "Tell Steve I'm not sorry at all."

The bell on the door rings as they both race out. Eddie sighs and makes his way to the back, hoping that Steve won't entirely lose his shit at the news.

He knocks on the door and gets a, "Leave me alone, Robin," in response.

"It's Eddie. Robin left with Nancy," Eddie says loudly through the door.

It quickly opens with Steve looking a bit frantic and confused. "She what?"

"She left to investigate with Nancy. I'm covering the rest of the shift."

Steve stares at him for a few seconds and sighs running a hand over his face. "I didn't mean to make you lose your chances with Nance. That was a dick move, man. I can cover the rest of the shift on my own, and you can go with them."

Eddie crosses his arms. "I told you she doesn't have feelings for me."

"Yeah, but you have feelings for her clearly. You couldn't take your eyes off of her after that whole makeover of yours. Turned her into your perfect girl or whatever," Steve says angrily, and Eddie sees that same jealousy returning.

"Why are you getting so jealous?" Eddie asks outright, refusing to fully rely on Nancy's explanation.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and rests it on his hip. He looks at Eddie for a few seconds, eyes wandering all over his face before blurting out, "Because I like you! Okay! And I thought maybe you did too because of how often you come in and talk to me, but clearly, I was wrong." He brushes past Eddie and goes back to that damn stack of tapes, fidgeting with them again.

Eddie takes a deep breath and says, "Steve?"

Steve tenses up, and Eddie continues, "You realize that I don't have feelings for Nancy because I have this huge overwhelming crush on you that I never thought would go anywhere, right?"

Steve turns around quickly. "Huh?"

Eddie slowly walks up to him. "Nancy tried to tell me that you were jealous of her, and I thought it wasn't possible. That there was no way that you could like me like that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming right now."

"Me too," Steve says with his eyes wide.

Eddie stops in front of him and cautiously smiles. "So, what now?"

Steve smiles back. "You know, I once heard that if you want to wake up from a dream, you just grab someone in the dream and kiss them."

"Really?"

"No," Steve says stepping closer. "But I think it's worth a try."

"Me too," Eddie replies as he leans in and does what he's been dreaming of doing for weeks now. Steve's lips are soft and warm and Eddie feels like he could get lost in the way they move against his.

Sadly, Steve breaks the kiss and says, "Huh, not dreaming, which also means that I need to temporarily put the closed sign on the door."

Eddie's eyebrows furrow, still confused as to why the kiss ended early. "Why?"

Steve jumps over the counter and flips the sign. "So we can properly kiss in the back without the fear of people coming in. I'm still on my break, you know, and I know exactly how I want to spend every minute of it," Steve says all matter-of-fact as he makes his way back to Eddie and tugs him into the breakroom.

God bless, Nancy Wheeler.

(Oh, and Nancy's investigation pans out exactly as she expected. She busts the ring pretty fast, and in her article, she thanks ((her, now, girlfriend)) Robin and even Eddie for their help. And trust me, the fruity four go on plenty of adventures together. Plus, Eddie and Nancy are very willing to give their partners their platonic soulmate time, so they can also hang out.)

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[hiimcanadia]

Anyway. For no reason in particular I think it's going to be important for people remember during these next few years that your support of a minority group cannot be conditional. If you actually genuinely care about protecting people from a government that wants them dead, you're going to have to put up with still protecting them when you find out that they sometimes have different opinions than you, otherwise you are not actually a safe or trustworthy ally

[rottiens]

Stepmom Yuki has severe breeding kink 😔✊️

she fucks you nice and deep, putting her hands on your belly looking adoringly at the way the cock separates your slippery folds and she would love nothing more than to fill you to the last drop. she in fact, debates whether she would love to cum in your folds or so deep inside you. her thumb moves from your belly button to your clit and strokes it sweetly as she takes the leg above her shoulder and kisses your calf, moving her hips in such a way that she manages to get even deeper.

the idea of her seed inside you, your tits swollen from pregnancy and her lips on your sweet sensitive nipples is what makes her cum silently, calling your name as she bites your skin.

[gingermintpepper]

Day 4: Aristaeus

Interpretation notes and trivia below the cut!!

All rise for the entrance of my president !! Honestly, of all the figures and characters that were up for debate when I first started thinking about this story and who I wanted leading the charge Aristaeus was not one of them. Originally, I'd always known that Asclepius and Orpheus would be worked in somehow - they've always been favourites of mine in terms of children of Apollo (even if Orpheus as the child of Apollo and Calliope is less popular classically) and I expected my pick for the third child of Apollo to be involved to be similarly mortal like Iamus or Tenes but the more I looked into Aristaeus the more I fell in love with him! Ultimately, he's meant to be both a foil and a reflection of his father - a boy who grows up thinking his father's footsteps would always be warm only to realise that following in them would lead to death and destruction. While his status as a rustic and hunting god is still important here, Aristaeus' interpretation is much more focused on his connection to the Etesian wind and his quelling of the dog star Sirius which is why his hair in particular is so long and spiralling. All in all, more than any other figure I've chosen to interpret and represent in my work Aristaeus is the god I hope more people get interested in and research! I think there are a lot of important stories in his various myths and travels and I definitely want more people to discover and fall in love with them as I have!

Some fun trivia:

Apollo's firstborn son. Because he was born mortal on account of his very mortal mother, Apollo immediately took him to Olympus to eat ambrosia to begin his transition into divinity. Apollo would continue to feed Aristaeus small amounts of ambrosia and nectar for the next ten years until the child fully shed his mortal skin and was reborn as a god.

Due to the nature of making mortals deathless (namely the fun part of the process where they are completely remade and lose their mortal memories) Aristaeus spent most of his early life with his mother and siblings where they all pitched in to reteach him his family, his hobbies, his favourite things and ultimately how to live and love. Aristaeus was very attached to his maternal family because of this and his early acts of ingenuity were mostly born from his wish to make things easier for his family.

Aristaeus is the only one of his children Apollo hand raised full time. In those days, Aristaeus adored his father and believed him completely upright and blameless, the true face of a benevolent deity and the kind of man he aimed to be when he was full grown.

They would later have many bitter arguments and conflicts, the first and perhaps most impactful of all being their disagreement over Actaeon, Aristaeus' firstborn son. He wanted Apollo to teach him stating that it was a normal thing for a grandfather to do but Apollo vehemently refused to have any part of Actaeon's rearing, stating that he was not his child and that it was highly inappropriate for him to educate another god's son. When Actaeon later dies, Aristaeus blames a not insignificant part of that on Apollo - something that only worsens when he learns that it was Artemis who cursed the boy and that Apollo was always aware Actaeon would die young.

Spends most of his time travelling from place to place. Doesn't really like Olympus and prefers to spend his time minding animals or tending to fields. Is on wonderful terms with Demeter and Persephone and often makes decadent exchanges of olive oil and preserved meat for exotic flowers and fruit for his bees.

Big fan of wind and percussive instruments. Never liked the kithara because of how finicky it is and far prefers the hand drums and reed flutes of his mother's country. Exceptional dancer.

Will sell prized cattle for high quality and highly unique jewellry. Doesn't much care for gemstones but is an absolute gold fiend and has a massive collection of bracelets, anklets, nose and lip adornments and rings. Has never been north enough to hit India but got a ton of rare and different adornments from his Phoenician in-laws when he was married to Autonoë.

Hates dogs but doesn't mind wolves. Not a big horse fan either

Unlike other winds, he cannot transform into various animal forms. He's close enough to the Anemoi that he keeps up with the gossip but he's only really friends with Notos. Gets along poorly with Zephyrus whose preference for pretty youths has often led to them getting into physical altercations when they were younger. Aristaeus still holds a bit of a grudge about it.

Has a big stupid crush on Dionysus which is embarrassing because Dionysus also put him out of a job. Due to Dionysus' relative youth, he feels a bit conflicted about such feelings - mostly because Dionysus is on extremely good terms with Apollo and Aristaeus doesn't want him to get burned.

Despite kinda despising his father, Aristaeus is a pretty decent eldest brother and regularly keeps in contact with a lot of his siblings. He often delivers mead, flavoured honey and olive oil and uses it as an excuse to chat and catch up. Currently in a bit of a tiff with Asclepius because he's worried about him and his family.

Favourite colour is the rich gold of purified honey, favourite food is lokma and his favourite time of year is winter.

[sanasanakun]

I would argue that Megumi leaving Gojo out of his loved ones when thinking about his idealist life with Tsumiki and Yuji highlights the continued tragedy that is Satoru Gojo's lack of communication and connection skills. Alsoooo (and this might be an asspull) it feeds into my perception that both Megumi and Gojo wanted the relationship to be deeper but both couldn't ever come to truly understand one another and connect on that level. And I have alot more comments on that but that will wait till another day if I feel like it lol

[aroaceleovaldez]

non-exhaustive list of canon powers Nico di Angelo either has shown or is heavily implied to have:

Shadow-travel

Manipulation of shadows/darkness (also possibly use of shadows as a pocket-dimension a la Magicians using the Duat in The Kane Chronicles)

Becoming intangible/shadows

Complete control over skeletons/bones (dead or alive, including summoning, reanimation, and/or changing shape of them) and being able to sense their presence

Summoning, reanimating, commanding, and dispelling the dead/undead (Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, etc & varieties) and being able to sense their presence

Ability to understand/communicate with the dead/undead and potentially other beings of the Underworld

Inherent complete comprehension of Latin

Ability to perceive the usually unperceivable/possibly look upon a deity’s true form without repercussion (at least moreso than the average demigod, though possibly is restricted to chthonic beings) (ex: Tartarus, potentially also interacting with his parents, etc)

Interacting tangibly with ghosts (implied to be a Ghost King thing rather than a Hades/Pluto thing)

Partial or complete immunity to different effects of the Underworld/things within (can consume food/drink of or in the Underworld without repercussions, effects from the Lethe wear off over time instead of being permanent like usual for mortals, etc)

Astral projection/”Walking in dreams”

Dream manipulation and projection (Sending dreams to others, etc.) (presumably includes sharing/projecting dreams with others) alongside inflicting sleep upon others even from a distance.

Illusions

Manipulation of emotions/aura that inflicts specific emotions on others (ex.: radiating fear/death onto enemies)

Projection of emotions and memories onto others (can be so forceful it causes physical damage like a shockwave)

Geokinesis (all forms but also specifically generating black marble) (presumably also specialized control over precious gemstones & non-paper currency)

Temperature manipulation (seemingly only lowering temperature)/creating frost)

Control/manipulation of souls, including living beings (ex: ripping out Bryce Lawrence’s soul)

Perceiving/reading/judging of souls (most likely also a Ghost King thing over Hades/Pluto thing, but possibly both)

Converting living into dead/undead, aka instakill (ex: disintegrating monsters to bone with one touch)

Lowering or manipulation of own vitals (breathing, heart rate, etc)

Death Trance/pseudo-hibernation (possibly also general control over states of consciousness at least for self, in combo with control over vitals & dreams)

Sensing death (impending or when it occurs, sometimes receiving dreams/visions of it occurring)

Able to sense other children of Hades/Pluto (potentially also other chthonic beings in general/able to identify based on sense alone) and also just living beings in general, such as mortals (possibly via souls).

Improved navigation underground/in the Underworld and ability to traverse restricted or normally unnavigable parts of the Underworld

Enhanced strength/abilities when in the Underworld

Inherently unnaturally quiet (possibly able to silence sound on a designated target)

Hiding/shielding self from being perceived (seemingly related to shadows/silence)