#but i have a platform and no one is talking that i can see

[voidangxls]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ A Valentines Party ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Eddie Munson x reader

Summary- The popular kids never miss out on an opportunity to throw a huge party, it was valentines and you have an unexpected interaction with an unexpected person.

category- fluff

warnings- alcohol consumption, kinda popular!reader, cheek kiss, not proofread

word count: 2336

masterlist; valentines special; stranger things masterlist

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You dancing in the middle of Jason Carvers living room, surrounded by different bodies of people you go to school. The house was decorated in pink and red, hearts, streamers, clearly the work of his girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham.

The music was loud and the red lighting had been messing with you but as you drink on the cup of alcohol in your hand you slowly stopped caring. Everyone, more specifically the girls were dressed cutely for the aesthetic of valentines day, you were in a short spaghetti strap dress that had a double layered skirt paired with a black oversized leather jacket and black platform heels. You were dancing freely with your best friend, the both of you had one drink in you and were ready for the rest of the night.

You then still and tap your friend on the shoulder “i’m gonna go get another drink, do you want one?” you lean in and yell over the music. She nods and looks at you with a grateful smile “Yeah, thank you” she responds

You nod and weave your way around dancing bodies so you could get to the kitchen. A couple of people said hellos, now you weren’t necessarily popular. You weren’t like Chrissy Cunningham or Jason Carver but you were known by most of the school because of your involvement. You weren’t looked down on, or praised, or ignored, you were something somewhere in between.

As the night went on you’ve had 2 drinks while your friend has had plenty. You had to pee but you didn’t want to leave alone so you made her follow you and wait outside of the bathroom while you peed. Once you were inside of the bathroom you called out to her as you pull up your dress “stay right there, okay?”

But when you walked out of the bathroom you weren’t met with your friend and her drunken state, instead you were met with a mop of dark curly hair and a leather jacket. You look around the hall but come empty handed so you look back at the mop of curly hair standing in the hallway, also known as Eddie Munson also known as freak of the town. “Did you see her?” you ask hurriedly. You knew your friend could get kinda reckless when drunk so to say you were worried was an understatement.

Eddie looks at you in surprise for a moment, shocked that you were talking to him then he answers “see who?”

You groan slightly and look at him “There was a girl standing right here and shes very drunk. She was supposed to wait there until I got out of the bathroom” you tell him quickly, moving your hands theatrically.

“um n-no I didn’t. When I got up here no one was here” he responds, shaking his head side to side causing his curls to move slightly in the air. You throw your head back and run a hand through your hair “fuck” you whisper to yourself

“you lost your drunk friend?” he asks and you look at him and nod with an exasperated look. Sighing you behind to walk away but you are cut off when his voice calls back out to you “I can help you look for he “ he says.

You turn around and face him in shock “really?” you ask him.

Of course you knew Eddie Munson, the entire town of Hawkins knew who he was. He was a freak, or at least thats what everyone said. You didn’t think so, in your eyes he was just another person who had interest and expressed his interests. When Eddie Munson first began getting bullied for his interest and who he is you did research on some of the things he liked. None of it seemed demonic like your peers and their parents seemed, if you were being completely honest it seemed kinda interesting.

Of course Eddie Munson knew who you were. You were apart of the Schools yearbook team so you were known, you even took pictures of Hellfire club once. Although they didn’t get much in the yearbook, but he knew that wasn’t in your control. He was pretty sure you were the only person in his life aside from his uncle and his freak of friends that was ever civil to him. Sure you didn’t go out of your way to speak to him or anything and he was pretty sure the two of you had a total of 3 interactions in your entire life but they were all friendly and kind unlike everyone else.

The first interaction had been truly life changing for Eddie even though he wouldn’t admit that. A couple of the basketball boys wouldn’t leave him alone in the school hallway, they had kept nagging him but then you swooped in. You walked up with your camera in hand, the strap of it around your neck with a smile on your face. “boys, can I take your picture for yearbook?” you ask, standing in between him and the guys, looking only at the basketball players. They look at you with a smirk and nod, walking away. As you guys are walking away you turn around and gave him a wink pared with a smirk. You did that so they would leave him alone.

The second time was when you politely asked if you could take a couple photos of Hellfire during a game for yearbook. He said yes and the next Hellfire practice you were there with your camera but you were in and out in 5 minutes.

and then the last time it was just a simple smile when the two of you made eye contact in class.

“Yeah of course” he responds, walking closer to you. Once he’s next to you he looks down and confirms “Ashley Davis, right?” he asks

“yeah” you respond quietly.

Eddie nods down at you with a small smile. He felt like doing this was somewhat a way of repaying you for being one of the only kind people in his life, even if you guys didn’t have any kind of relationship with the other. “So if either of us find her, where do we meet up?” he asks, bouncing slightly on his feet

“um, Outside? Like the front of the house?” You say in a questioning tone, making sure it was also okay for him.

“Yeah, yeah okay” He nods, his smile growing slightly bigger as he continues to talk to you. You both then part your separate ways, the two of looking for your best friend Ashley.

After a little time passed you couldn’t find her and you were starting to worry. You decides that you would peak outside just to see if Eddie had found her and was out there waiting yet. When you peaked out today the front door you saw the one and only Eddie Munson trying to hold your friend upright.

“Thank god” you sigh stressfully, speed walking towards the pair. once you arrive in front of Eddie who carried Ashely you took Ashley from his arms and let him lean on you. “thank you so much, for helping me” you thank him while stumbling slightly because of your friends dead weight leaning on you.

“have you had anything to drink?” Eddie asks you with his hands in his pockets. You feel your friend shivering in your arms slightly. “Ive had like 2 drinks. Can you hold her for a second” You say while passing Ashley over to him “Eddie Munson?” slurs in a mumble.

You reach up and slip your leather jacket off of your shoulders and take a step forward to Ashley. “Hey, put this on” you tell her as you maneuver her arms into the jacket

“Do you need a ride home?” Eddie asks, looking down at the girls with a thoughtful expression. He didn’t want either of you driving while intoxicated, he didn’t drink since he was here doing business. He also couldn’t help but smile when seeing you do something so simple but so generous for your friend.

As you put your jacket on your friend you think about the proposition. “I don’t want to disrupt” you dismiss, shaking your head.

“I don’t want to pressure you or anything but it’s really no trouble. If you don’t want to it’s fine, I just thought I should offer” Eddie responds nervously. For some reason you made him nervous, only you, not the popular cheerleaders, or the uptight rich moms who gossiped about him, not the basketball players, you were the only one that truly made him nervous. He wanted to help you in any way he could and one of those ways could be giving you and your very drunk friend a ride home.

“are you sure?” you look up at him and ask, your brows furrowing.

“yeah, of course” Eddie assures with a nod

“okay” you whisper, sitting your friend up straighter in your arms following him to his car. Did you trust Eddie? for some reason yes but he was still a stranger and you did have a pocket knife in your purse if you needed to use it.

He leads you to the car, opening the back door so you could sit your friend in and then opening the passenger side door for you. You shiver slightly because of the chill in the air. “madam” Eddie says as he opens the door for you. You let out a small laugh and get inside of the car.

Eddie gets in the van and starts it but before he could pull away from the house he takes off his leather jacket. “here” he tells you, holding out his jacket for you. You look over at him surprise, trying to hold in your shivers “I can see your cold, you gave her your jacket and I don’t want to see you freeze” he looks over at you and tells you in a surprisingly soft voice.

During the drive to your friends house you gave him directions but other then that the two of you talked about the party, yearbook club, and hellfire club.

You guys arrive in Ashleys neighborhood, not quite at her house yet and Eddie speaks “think of this as me repaying you” he tells you, taking a quick peak at you, smile stuck on his face. You look over at him quickly with a confused expression “why would you need to repay me?” you scoff out a laugh

“Being kind to me, and getting the guys off my back once” he responds

You then let out a slight laugh and your eyes stay on him “You don’t need to repay me for that, thats the bare minimum. They’re jerks” you tell him with a dismissive shrug

“yeah but I don’t get the bare minimum, so it means a lot for someone like me.” He responds quietly. You guys then pull into the driveway of Ashleys house and you both let out small sighs of your own. The two of you enjoyed your conversation, enjoyed talking to one another. It was nice and the two of you would be lying id you said you didn’t want to continue speaking.

“You don’t deserve that, no one does.” You tell him in a soft voice, looking over at him with soft eyes.

“Thank you, you’re a good person yknow”

“and so are you, nice to talk to too” you respond to his kind words. You look over at your friends house then to the back of the car where she was asleep “I should probably get her inside” you sigh sadly

“Yeah, did you need help or anything?” Eddie sighs sadly as well, sad that she our conversations were over.

“No, no it’s okay.” you shake your heard and open the car door. “oh! here” you say, taking off his leather jacket he lended you.

Eddie only had a moment to think, and the thought that passed through him he deemed as stupid but he blurted it out anyways. “keep it, I can get it back the next time i see you” He tells you but as soon as he says it he regrets it. Why would someone like you want to hang out with someone like him, he thinks to himself

“like..outside of school?” you question, looking at him with a smile as you adjust his leather jacket back onto your shoulders

“uh…yea-yeah. If you want of course I totally get if you wouldn’t want to” he rambles but you cut him off before he could go any further

“I would love to, Eddie. It was really nice talking to you, I’ve always thought you were pretty cool” you respond

“wha- really?” he splutters, looking over at you with wide eyes. To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“yeah” you laugh lightly

“Ive always thought the same about you, always wanted to talk to you more but I never did” Eddie admits, he felt his palms getting sweaty and his heart starting to race.

“good to know, see you at school Monday” you respond

You get back into the van and lean towards Eddie and quickly grabbing one side of his face, and kissing his other cheek that you weren’t holding. Eddie could have sworn he just had a stroke in that moment.

You get out of the van, shutting the door behind you then grabbing your friend Ashley and heading inside of the house.

Eddie was now left in his van in the driveway of your friend’s house. He was stuck in a frozen position ever since you kissed him on the cheek and he couldn’t believe that he, Eddie Munson could have a shot with someone as amazing as you. After a long moment of just sitting there stunned in the driveway he moves and pulls out of the driveway, smile stuck onto his face. Let’s just say he was very thankful your friend got drunk that night.

a/n: this did not turn out nearly as good as i wanted it snd halfway through I wanted to change the whole thing but writing this one for some reason draggggged on :/

[alsktudy]

— beautiful stranger

paring. wonwoo x reader genre. fluff, strangers to ??? wc. 0.7k warning. none

synopsis. after weeks of wishing, you finally get to see that beautiful stranger on the 7:27am train

series mlist. the morning commute

the morning commute to work was nothing special, it was the same 7:27 train that you took everyday, for a whole year.

well that was until someone caught your eye.

but that was weeks ago, and you were yet to catch a glimpse of that very cute stranger again.

every day you entered the 7:27 train, hoping you’d catch the sight of the man again.

his beautiful brown hair, his beautiful soft smile, his beautiful – you get the point. he was just so charming and something in you wished to see him again. oh, how you yearned for a change of scenery. catching the same train everyday for a year, you were bound to see familiar faces. although, you never longed to acquaint yourself with anyone until you had a glimpse of him.

if only you weren’t so shy that time. if only you had dared to stand up and ask for his name, you wouldn’t have to refer to him as that one beautiful stranger you saw on the train when talking to your friends.

you close your eyes as the rush of cold air hits your face, the train arriving on the dot. you enter the train and make a beeline to your usual seat, the one in the corner in carriage 6. It’s a bad habit really, falling asleep while on the train - you leave yourself completely vulnerable, and anyone could steal your belongings, or you could miss your stop. yet you allow yourself to be lulled to sleep.

you wake up with your neck aching and your head resting on something. your eyes flutter open as you see yourself in the window from across your seat, you’re resting on a man’s shoulder.

you go into fight, flight or freeze - your body chooses freeze. now internally panicking and rehearsing how you’d apologize to this poor man’s shoulder for using it as a pillow for who knows how long.

you lift your head from off his shoulder and turn to look at him, your eyes meeting yours, “i am so sorry- i didn’t mean-”

“it’s okay,” he smiles, “it was an accident, i know.” your heart beats a little quicker.

his glasses were now thicker in frame, his soft brown hair was now black, and was grown a little longer at the back. there he was. the beautiful stranger. the man you had thought about every morning while catching this train and you just had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

you gulp. for weeks you had fantasized about this moment - seeing him on the train, gathering enough courage to say hello, asking for his name and eventually tumble into a conversation, ending with you stepping on to the platform with a date.

sadly, you in your imagination was much more socially confident than your true self.

in reality, the words you wish would just spill out of your mouth, don't. in fact, nothing does. minutes pass and silence is all that is shared between the two of you, the train getting closer to your stop.

in three minutes, you’ll arrive at your stop. in three minutes, you’ll have to silently bid your goodbye to the beautiful stranger in your mind.

as the train begins to slow down, you feel your heart drop down to your stomach, disappointed that you couldn’t let out a single word to the man that wasn’t related to apologising. gathering your things, you stand up, your head filled with thoughts of regret.

until… a throat clears. you snap out of your thoughts and your eyes meet his.

“hey, the paper is good today. you should give it a read.” he says looking up at you, extending a crumpled newspaper towards you.

before you can question his actions, you realize that the train doors are about to close. in a rush, grab the paper with a quick nod and jump off the train.

as the train begins to leave for its next station, you spot him through the window, he smiles softly and mouths the words, “newspaper.” confused, you look down at the crumpled newspaper in your hand, noticing a note scribbled on some of the folds.

call me!

xxx-xxx-xxx - jeon wonwoo ^.^

you smile to yourself stupidly on the train platform, staring at his number.

the beautiful stranger no longer remains a stranger anymore.

thank you for reading until the end!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

a/n. SEE GUYS IM WRITING MORE. ANYWAYS... second part of the series that's inspired by laufey’s beautiful stranger! wondering whether i should do part 3??

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[moonlightcycle571]

The Justice League mingling before their meeting

Captain Marvel, crashing through: CYBORG QUICK, I NEED YOU TO FIX IT

Cyborg: what?

Captain Marvel: SHES DOWN

Cyborg, palling: You don’t mean … *checkc* OH FUCK NO

JL, visibly concerned: What’s going on

Captain Marvel: HURRY DO SOMETHING

Cyborg, already has twelve laptops going through codes furiously: IM TRYING

Plastic man, bursting through the room: EMERGENCY, SHE HAS BEEN HIT

Cyborg and Captain Marvel: WE KNOW

Plastic man, gripping Batman: DO SOMETHING

Captain Marvel, slapping Plasticman: GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF SOLDIER

Green Arrow: WHATS GOING ON?

Captain Marvel: AO3 IS DOWN

JL: … what?

Green Lantern (Hal & Jessica): NOOOOOOOOOOO

Wonder Woman : … the fan fiction website?

Superman: that’s it?

Cyborg, dramatic gasp: how DARE-

Captain Marvel, dramatically holding him back: No my friend, they simply don’t understand

Green lantern (Hal): How am I supposed to get through monitor duty without my dose of SI field trip fics?

Green lantern (Jessica): How am I supposed to fly through space without my Percabeth podfics???

Green lantern (Hal): Aren’t John and Kyle currently in deep space right now?

A moment of silence for thé two lanterns in space

Flash: is this what’s got you in a fuss? Damn I thought someone died

Cyborg: SIX HOURS

Four Heroes proceed to cry in unison

Bonus:

After a gruelling 6 hour meeting, the heroes found themselves with their beloved writings again

Cyborg: SHES BACK BABY

Green lantern (Jessica): NO ONE TALK TO ME FOR SIX WEEKS I NEED TO CATCH UP ON MY FIC TIME

Captain Marvel: I CAN FINALLY POST MY NEXT CHAPTER

Green lantern (Hal): You’re an author? Let me see your works

The three look at Caps account: …

Green lantern (Hal): THATS YOU???

Cyborg: howwwwwww

Green lantern (Jessica): Oh shit, I’m a big fan of your work

Bonus 2:

Batman, in the BatCave: it seems this ao3 site has a great deal of influence. I might need to investigate this.

Batman: Captain Marvels work may also give me clues as to who he is

Ten hours later

Batman, knee deep in Gray ghost, Batfam and Danny Phantom fics: … I may have made a mistake

Bonus 3:

Lex Luthor: hey Mercy. Mercy. Hey.

Mercy: WHAT

Lex: wouldn’t it be funny if after ao3 starts working again, I mess with it some more. Making it go down so soon after the 6 hours are up

Mercy: that’s sounds cruel

Mercy: I love it

Bonus 4:

Lex Luthor talking to some villains

Lex: it seems that I was right, planting a bug within the reading platform brought forth a level of villainy i hadn’t truly imagined

Sivanna “got blamed and beat up for it”: THAT WAS YOU!

Cheetah “her furry and wlw safe space” : WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

Killer Croc “same reasons above”: Oh I’m going to beat your ass

Harley Quinn, pulling out her bat and calling all the Gotham Rogues (who have been up in arms about it): IM WAY ON YA! YOURE DEAD

Lex Luthor, “just wanted to stop seeing himself get shipped with Superman”: I sense that I may have made a mistake

[stylestarkey]

the debutante’s dilemma (03)

pairing   rafe cameron X carrera!reader

summary   spending every summer in the outer banks with your cousin kiara carrera were always a given—a break from the chaos of new york city. but this year is different. your mom, now an organiser for the annual debutante ball, is determined to introduce you to society. and you have a dilemma: finding the perfect escort.

warnings   swearing.

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you didn’t understand why kie got so weird every time you mentioned the camerons. it wasn’t just irritation—it was something deeper, something she refused to say out loud. it was like she wanted to protect you from them but wouldn’t explain why.

but when sarah texted you to confirm your plans for tuesday, you said yes without hesitation. if kie wasn’t going to tell you what her deal was, you’d find out for yourself. besides, sarah had been nothing but kind to you—warm, funny, easy to talk to.

and then there was rafe.

when your mom told you he’d be your escort, you weren’t sure how to feel. your first impression of him at the golf course had been… interesting. he was arrogant, sure, but he wasn’t completely unbearable. and when you found out he and sarah were siblings, you figured, why not?

every summer in the outer banks had always been just you and kie. would it really hurt to make some new friends?

sarah steps down from the fitting platform, running her fingers through her hair as the tailor finishes pinning the last few adjustments. “your turn,” she says, plopping into a nearby chair.

you step up hesitantly, standing still as the woman wraps a measuring tape around your arms. sarah hums, flipping through a rack of dresses, eyes scanning the fabrics.

“so, hold on—topper is your boyfriend?” you ask, raising a brow.

“mm-hmm,” she hums, distracted. then she glances at you with a sly grin. 

“he told me you rejected rafe at the golf course. i died laughing.”

you scoff. “i didn’t reject him. i just… didn’t care about who he was.”

sarah smirks, shaking her head. “wait—don’t tell me. did he introduce himself like, hey, i’m rafe cameron. you should know who i am?”

your jaw drops. “that is exactly what he said!”

sarah throws her head back, laughing. “god, he’s such an idiot.” she leans against the wall, arms crossed, still grinning. “honestly, i have no idea how rose convinced him to do this. i mean, it’s rafe.” kie had said the same thing, like the thought of rafe agreeing was ridiculous. she shakes her head. “but then rose showed him a picture of you, and suddenly he was interested. said he already met you.”

you roll your eyes. “great. let’s just hope he can dance.”

after the fitting, the two of you step out into the humid morning air, walking toward a nearby brunch spot. the sun beats down, and the ocean breeze barely cuts through the heat. sarah walks beside you, her sunglasses perched on her head, twirling her phone between her fingers.

“so, you’re related to kie, right?” she asks casually. “judging by your last name.”

“yeah,” you nod. “our moms are sisters.”

“that’s cool. how is she?”

you hesitate for a second too long. “she’s… good. how do you know her?”

sarah hums, her fingers brushing through her hair. “we were best friends in middle school,” she says, her voice light, but there’s an edge to it. “then she moved to public.”

you don’t ask for more details.

but it doesn’t sit right with you—how weird kie got at the mention of sarah, and how normal sarah seemed about it.

one of them wasn’t telling the whole story.

your mom insisted on driving you to the country club, even though you told her you could take the bus. she was way too excited about this whole debutante thing, and honestly, you didn’t mind. it was nice seeing her like that.

the performing arts room was in a separate building connected to the main country club. as you stepped inside, the scent of polished wood and faint perfume filled the air. chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow, while a mirrored wall reflected the room’s high ceilings and wooden floors. a grand piano sat untouched in the corner, and a stage stretched along one side of the room. girls stood in groups, chatting with their partners, laughter filling the space.

you scanned the room, expecting to spot sarah, but instead, you caught sight of rafe. arms crossed, expression unreadable, walking straight toward you. he didn’t look particularly amused.

“pissed i beat you in mini golf?” you teased, tilting your head. a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you shifted your weight onto one foot, watching his reaction.

he scoffed, shaking his head. “oh please, you really want to play one-on-one right now? that was an imessage game, and you’re late.”

your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. “it’s 3:05.”

“rose said rehearsals start at 3,” he shot back, his tone flat, like he’d been waiting to call you out on it.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever, rafe. your sister isn’t even here yet.”

“she’s coming with topper,” he muttered.

before you could respond, sarah’s voice cut through the conversation.

“we’re here!” she grinned, stepping into the room with topper right behind her. topper clapped a hand on rafe’s shoulder, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. “wow, you’re here early, bro. that’s new.”

rafe shoved his hand off with an eye roll, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh.

after a while, the dance coach gathered everyone. warm-ups came first, stretching and a few simple steps before getting everyone into position. the dance was formal and old-fashioned—like something straight out of a victorian ball. stiff posture, careful footwork, calculated movements. you expected dancing with rafe to be awkward, but to your surprise, he was actually good. confident, sure-footed. not what you expected at all.

surprisingly, you got along with the other girls too. their wealth and privilege were obvious in the way they talked—casual mentions of summering in europe, custom-designed dresses, and family connections that opened every door. but you brushed it off. starting drama wasn’t worth it. besides, for the most part, they were nice enough.

after almost two hours, rehearsal wrapped up. you and sarah said your goodbyes, ignoring rafe and topper’s exaggerated gagging noises as you hugged. stepping outside, you pulled out your phone, ready to call an uber.

rafe stood next to you, hands in his pockets, his stance casual as he looked out at the street, the sun casting shadows across his face.

“i forgot to thank you for agreeing to be my escort. i was stressing.” you glanced at him, tucking your phone away.

he raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “it was either you or ruthie, and topper is doing it. so don’t thank me.”

you frowned. “what’s wrong with ruthie?”

he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “she’s just a complete bitch. i’m surprised she even has a partner—probably had to pay him or something.”

you shot him a pointed look. “don’t be mean.”

he shrugged like he didn’t care. “wanna grab something to eat?”

your stomach twisted slightly at the thought. you were kind of hungry, but you sighed, pretending to be reluctant. “rehearsal made me pretty tired.”

rafe turned to you with a deadpan expression. “from learning twenty seconds of a three-minute dance?”

you scoffed, shoving your hands into your back pockets. “this is some bridgerton shit. like i’m rehearsing to perform in front of the british family.”

he smirked. “and you’re the one who said ‘i hope you can dance.’”

“oh, shut up.” you lightly smacked his arm, shaking your head.

his smirk widened. “plus, coach said the more time you spend with your partner, the more comfortable you get. just come, i’ll drive you home after.”

you hesitated, biting your lip. an uber would cost you, and with your mom out, there wasn’t food at home anyway.

“fine, but you’re paying for me.”

he scoffed, pulling his keys from his pocket. “so i’m driving and paying? what am i, your boyfriend?”

you shot him a teasing grin. “you wish.”

he rolled his eyes, nodding toward the parking lot. “c’mon.”

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[gabessquishytum]

Back on my Feminizing The Blorbo bandwagon.

Hob's a drag queen, he does some numbers at the local tavern every few Saturdays. Dream's always in the audience, not just for his husband but for the love of the general art of drag. And because he likes to see how fast he can take everything off Hob.

One day, Dream agrees for Hob to put him into drag himself. While he loves looking at the art, he has exactly zero makeup skills beyond smudging eyeliner and not enough commitment to ever buy any clothes for himself.

Hob puts him in a more sensual look, with darker makeup but done in a way to make him look more feminine. Dream stops talking about halfway through the face makeup. Right around when Hob says "you'll make for such a pretty girl" as he figures out where to put a product. Not out of the ordinary, whatever. He isn't always talkative. Hob puts him into the dress, a small, tight, black dress, and probably some fishnets too. And many layers of necklaces.

Dream is brought to the mirror with a happy "What do you think?" From Hob. But Dream just stares. Then lets out a few broken sounds intended to be a response.

Hob laughs. He doesn't need Dream to tell him how he feels.

"You're way more into it than I thought you'd be, love."

And Dream just helplessly nods as he tries to avoid biting his lip to keep from messing up the lipstick.

Cue Dream getting sucked off basically immediately against the wall with the skirt of the dress hiked up around his waist. Hob maneuvers his underwear so his dick can be out without taking off the fishnets too, just for added effect.

-🕷

I love the idea of these two doing drag <33 I just know that Hob would have the filthiest, most deranged act. He's completely gorgeous and his jokes are so dirty, even Dream is sometimes a little bit shocked.

Dream, though? Dream is a lady. Decked out in a slinky black dress, complete with pearls and bright scarlet lipstick, Dream looks like something out of old Hollywood. "Such a pretty girl", Hob remarks, helping Dream into a pair of platform heels. He kisses all the way from Dream’s ankle to the crease of his thigh. He cups Dream’s arse under the layers of his gown while Dream simply whimpers and grips his hand desperately in Hob’s hair. He keeps whispering little phrases about how Dream is such a lovely girl, a proper princess, a little jewel. He talks about how he'll fuck Dream so hard later that he'll sweat and cry his makeup right off his face.

Dream’s legs are shaking so badly he can barely stand, but he does manage to let Hob take a few pictures before they fall helplessly into bed. And next time he gets all dolled up, Dream even makes a brief cameo in Hob’s drag set - of course, the audience are very appreciative! But no one is quite as appreciative as Hob...!

[thistlecatfics]

On ethical haterism in fandom & how to be an ethical hater 

Being a hater (sharing negative opinions about tropes, ships, characters, and trends in fandom) is fun and often tempting. Being a skilled and ethical hater is even more fun, though difficult to achieve. 

(This is pretty HP focused. While all fandoms have an unethical hater problem, HP fandom has a particular dynamic where people are quick to feel guilty about fandom participation due to jkr being awful and then project that guilt onto others by trying to identify other people in fandom as being ‘bad’ so they can feel ‘good’ in comparison.) 

Number one question: Are you enjoying yourself? If you’re not, then stop. You cannot be an ethical fandom hater if you yourself are not having fun and are instead making yourself miserable by being a hater. None of these other factors are relevant if you’re not having fun. Take a break from fandom and go outside instead.  

The next consideration is space - public vs private and the specifics of social media platforms. 

You’re almost always being an ethical hater if you’re bitching and laughing in your friend’s DMs. You’re never being an ethical hater if you’re on Tiktok or another algorithm based platform where people cannot avoid your content showing up on their pages. Discord servers and tumblr posts are where it gets complicated. Make a good faith effort to make sure anyone who wants to avoid your hater content is able to do so via appropriate tagging or sticking to approved channels within the discord server. 

Next: humor

If you’re being mean, you better be very funny. If you’re not funny, you probably can’t get away with being mean. Be less mean. 

The best of ethical haterism is creative and funny and active. It is about creating and enjoying yourself with friends more than it is about tearing others down – even if you are mocking people and ships and characters! 

A useful question to ask: could a reasonable person with a different opinion from you find what you’re doing funny? (This is different from: can the absolute worst, whiniest, most sensitive person in fandom find what you’re doing funny?)

Things that are never ethical haterism: 

Making accusations about individual people’s politics, values, and identities based on their preferences for ships and characters. General rule: if you (or the people you surround yourself with) are throwing out the words ‘nazi,’ ‘pedophile,’ ‘freak’ or ‘bigot,’ you’re not being an ethical hater. 

Things I have seen that are not ethical haterism and are simply asshole behavior: accusing anyone who doesn’t like femme Sirius of being homophobic or transphobic, accusing anyone who ships any Death Eater/order member ship of being a nazi, accusing Snape stans of being incels, accusing anyone who ships Snarry or any student/teacher ship of being a pedophile etc.

Note: Ethical haterism is separate from critiquing fandom trends and the influence of broader politics on how we engage with fandom. It is asshole behavior to make specific accusations of individual people based on their ships, headcanons, and art, but it is reasonable (and I’d say good!) to examine how white supremacy/patriarchy/capitalism show up in trends in fandom. 

Things that are asshole behavior and never ethical haterism: commenting rudely on fics, talking publicly about specific fics you hate, deliberately going into ship tags to start fights, making accusations, generally being unpleasant. 

The two fundamental questions of being an ethical hater: 

Is what you’re doing making fandom more fun, more creative, more engaging, more lively, more connected? 

Are you sensitive to the idea that some people might not enjoy seeing this content and want to make sure it’s possible for them to avoid it? 

That’s my theory. Thoughts?

[drdemonprince]

hey there! in regards to ur last ask (about adults in kink spaces online having status quo ideas about kids in those spaces and such, sorry this isn’t a great summary), do you have any ideas on how to combat that? this is a genuine question - those disclaimers of ‘no minors can follow’ and such have always made me a little confused whilst i understood the statement behind them objectively you know? and now that i’m adult (legally - i turned eighteen a couple of months ago), i’m having trouble figuring out how to talk about kink and sex online in a way that doesn’t hurt kids or exclude them. like, i want to post some explicit stuff i’ve written on my blog or ao3, but i know that i have kids subscribed to me since i used to post relatively bland kids stuff for years before that. so like… how would one navigate kink spaces online and general spaces with an attitude of understanding that trying to close off these spaces to kids completely is harmful but that kids can also be harmed by people in these spaces? if that makes sense?

I think it is a really challenging thing to navigate. The way that I handle it personally is that I don't regard it as my responsibility to monitor and police the ages of people following me. I want the information that I put out into the world to be freely available to the people who need it most; one of the ways that I ensure that is by not paywalling any of my writing, and another is by not age restricting things except for when circumstances mean that I absolutely have to. for example: during some of our live streams that have been particularly focused on kink or sex, Maddie and I have flagged the stream as 18 plus out of necessity, and if a member of our chat identifies themselves as being under 18 during such streams, we have to ask them to leave. but in terms of my own private attitudes, I recall accessing porn and sexual writing from a very young age and learning a great deal from it, and I don't think there is anything wrong with a young person doing so. and if a young person has questions around sexual health and safety and they direct them to me, I would generally be comfortable answering those questions or at least directing them to resources. I do all I can to normalize talk about these things and de-exceptionalize sex, and I don't let myself get intimidated by puritanical accusations about that being inherently evil and improper. but I also have really firm digital boundaries in terms of not giving a stranger on the internet much access to my life or getting too overly involved in theirs. I do this because I'm a public figure and people can be very inappropriate with me, but another benefit of this approach is that I'm never really having any kind of conversation with an internet stranger that would immediately turn inappropriate if I would find out that they were a minor. strangers on the internet are strangers. I can pass along resources and share my opinion if they ask me for advice, but I am not developing a close relationship with them or developing anything involving emotional or sexual intimacy with them. or with any, like, fan either. obviously some of this is different from your own situation, but you can probably see the logic here and how you might apply it to your own ways of relating to the subject online. I think there is never any harm in making information available, being aware of what a platform's terms of service are just for the sake of protecting yourself, and maintaining good boundaries with people you do not know while still being friendly, helpful, and cordial.

[karereiko]

Hello, everyone from Yuumori fandom... Again.

Did you see morimu already? No? Then there is best time to do it now because it's put on streamings for cheap price, yes all FIVE parts.

I'm doing this post because old one in Zaiko is no longer actual. So once again here is all you need to watch Morimu with English subtitles guide!

You loved anime and manga and want more feelings, less cuts on story? Morimu is for you!

You wanna hear how Sherlock is "wind that touches William's cheek and warms his heart"? You wanna hear how Sherlock is going to "Catch Liam's heart?", Albert's guilt over dragging William into sin? Chaotic lovely family of 221B? Despair of Moriarty team as story progress? Here you have all!

So let's start. For first from all sites where Marvelous now put Morimu on streaming for any fan outside Japan the best would be Theater Complex, Morimu is on 770 yen monthly subscription there, No need for VPN, no prblems with paying, you just make account, subscribe and watch in HD. Never simpler.

There are fanmade subtitles for all 5 parts done by Kana, you can find them here:

https://kanasmusings.tumblr.com/

In order to play subtitles with streams you need Google chrome and this plugin

https://chromewebstore.google.com/detail/substital-add-subtitles-t/kkkbiiikppgjdiebcabomlbidfodipjg?pli=1

If you know any other plugin that works similar on other browsers you can try them too, I know and tried this one.

You only need to convert Kana's subtitles to .srt format because .ass won't load, we asked for permission if fans can do that and we got agree answer. Here is some Online converter site.

https://subtitletools.com/convert-to-srt-online

With that you have everything. You play video, click on plugin, pick your subtitle file and enjoy Morimu.

As always remember to not share any videos or subtitles in public places, if you need to talk or watch with friends do it only private. Morimu status and future is quite unsure currently and Japan companies are pretty strict, it won't be problem for fandom only but also might to you because Marvelous tracks all files of their stages/musicals and ban/delete them without mercy.

Here is official Twitter of Morimu if you wanna know more and you are still unsure if to watch it:

https://x.com/mu_moriarty

And here is Youtube playlist of official promo stuff:

https://youtu.be/uNCL2JzafmI?si=p1jZIk1wPYr8JTCi

Oh How I love trailers for DVD/Bluray of OP1 and OP5 T_T

[ylangelegy]

get to know your mutuals ★ tag game.

saw this doing rounds on my dash and i love yapping! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

what's the origin of your blog title? it's a reference to my favorite NIKI song, sugarplum elegy. ylang refers to a filipino flower— the ylang-ylang.

favorite fandoms: i'm not in fandom as much as i used to be, but every so often i do go back to broadway 'fandoms'. happy 10 years to hamilton. man.

OTP(s)/shipname: i was big on fremione (harry potter) and enjonine (les miserables). dark times.

favorite color: orange or brown! specifically in the shades of #f28500 and #5e2co4, lol. i love color palettes.

favorite game: walk with me now, but harvest moon: animal parade. absolutely guts me that it was for the wii and is now virtually unplayable elsewhere.

song stuck in your head: for quite some time now, it's been 711 by toneejay.

weirdest habit/trait? when bored on transport, i play word games with anything i see that has letters i.e. if i see a plate number that says 'PUV', i have to think of words that start with p, u, and v before moving on to the next. no repeats.

hobbies: junk journaling, hand-building with clay, and baking anything that involves puff pastries.

if you work, what's your profession? a news story editor for broadcast television. communications consultant for a foundation, too.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? proprietor of a flower shop that's also a bookstore/library. alternatively, i want to teach english literature to uni freshmen.

something you're good at: making lists. love lists. of all kinds. on all platforms. if it can be made into a list, i am doing it.

something you're bad at: anything that requires consistency/forming habits. i'm bad at keeping up with things because i'm bigger on random bursts of energy.

something you love: a good poem. recent good read would be laura fargas' if there is a.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the harvest moon/story of seasons franchise. also, button poetry classics.

something you collect: coins/loose change from different countries. cameras, too, although that one is less of an intent to collect and more of a hobby over the years. recently secured a kodak ektar half-frame i've been eyeing for months!

something you forget: what my closest friends do for a living. i know it in the vaguest terms, but i could not tell you for the life of me what they do at work.

what's your love language? receiving/giving gifts.

favorite movie/show: my all-time favorite movie has indisputably been the truman show (1998) for quite some time, while my favorite filipino film is distance (2018). the good place is my favorite series; chidi anagonye, the love of my life.

favorite food: naan or cua pao with absolutely anything. chicken ala king is preferred.

favorite animal: elephants or quokkas.

are you musical? can't hold a note to save my life, can't play any instruments. but i love, love, love karaoke.

what were you like as a child? a lot as how i am right now, although probably a lot more attention-seeking and dramatic.

favorite subject at school? to absolutely no one's surprise, english. in uni, it was specifically english literature. although something that comes as a close second would be my philosophy and theology electives.

least favorite subject? to absolutely no one's surprise (2), math. in uni, i didn't do very well in my spanish foreign language class and i passed environmental science by the skin of my teeth.

what's your best character trait? i like to think that i have a healthy curiosity for most things.

what's your worst character trait? as of late, procrastination i.e. thinking i have more time to do something.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? i wish i had the energy to sort through my clothes closet.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? my maternal great grandmother. she sounds really badass (e.g. lived through the japanese occupation, raised 12 kids on her own, owned a coffee plantation).

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): viv's (heartepub) something in the orange. i've already annotated it, but i stand by what i said back then— one of the best pieces of work you will find not only on svtblr, but on the whole damn internet.

🍊 if you want to do this yourself, just say i tagged you! <3

[sailingfireshipz]

My 13x12 download. I want to preface this by saying this was the best standalone Chicago Fire episode this entire season. Miranda Rae Mayo was exceptional, which is why the adoption aspect stings just a little bit harder. I really want them to let her shine more because not only can she do fierce badass lieutenant, but she also does raw, vulnerable trauma survivor really, really well!

1. Stellaride opening 10/10. Stella's frantic cleaning wanting everything to be perfect. Kelly quickly picking up on that anxiety. Perfection

2. That lady's indestructible. Get well soon, Trudy

3. Violet sliding down that 🪜 "oh like it's hard" haaa giving the 💡 to Capp? Girl, you knew better

4. Loved Stella's quick redirect on Ritter & Carver. Kylies back on E51 can we just make that permanent?

5. My literal flight or fight response kicking in when I heard Stella Bella. 😳

6. Was surprised to see Cruz in the episode. Carver helping Ritter more please!

8. When Cole accused Kelly of keeping Stella away, i literally was like, "Here we go, lmao. First, the Grant reference now the Tyler audacity" Unlike with those first two though this angst actually brought Stellaride closer together 🥹

8a. Kelly immediately telling Stella instead of sitting on it. Stella immediately clocking in & addressing it. Ooooh, the growth of it all

9. Pascal " as long as you weren't cutting the brakes" oook but let's talk about it

10. Accusing Stella of abandoning her "family" when none of yall picked up the phone when her life was hanging in the balance really is something.

10a. Miranda Rae Mayo, in this scene! Why am i crying!?? Bravo

11. Stella Kidd backstory reveal 🥹 wdym she took care of her aunt, & two cousins, one of which was a baby all at a young age & after dealing with losing both parents at the same time. Poor girl has been taking care of other people more than she's been taken care of 🫂

11a. Side note: I'm pretty sure we just witnessed Kelly fall even more in love with Stella if that's possible. Same Kelly same.

12. Ritter & Dwayne nooooo 🫣 can't lie Ritter can't catch a break right now can he?

13. Second Stellaride loft scene, ooooh, we're being spoiled! This scene was hilarious, Novak, Kelly & these damn tongs, his little smirk, Stella too stunned to speak. Definitely early season Severide coded 😂

14. A punch in the gut & a point in the right direction. Look at Carver doing the work. Was not expecting him to be in AA, but after the trip, Tori took him on, makes sense. 👏🏼

15. Violet,Ritter & Novak, the trio we deserve

16. Hermann bringing that hose into that event iktr!

17. ANOTHER STELLARIDE LOFT SCENE. We are not worthy ����😭 but like also keep them coming?

17a. Did anyone notice Stella's hand on her stomach as she walked towards the kitchen? Oh, I'm going to be sick, yall 🤧

18. Stella talking about Aunt Lavernes PPD. The slight reveal that that's part of the reason she put off having kids. This is REAL & it translates as such a vulnerable & brave conversation to have. Again, Miranda Rae Mayo ladies & gents. 🥹

19. "I am not sure that I want to get pregnant, but I am sure that I want a family with you, Kelly." The suspense the silence her putting her hand on her chest as she waited for his response. Why am I holding my breath, waiting for his response. The face hold the kisses, and how is it that they just keep getting betttttter with time. If S4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11, hell 12, Stellaride could see them nooooow. This is insane!

20. Ok, so I'm not about to drain this because I've already done my adoption storyline spiral. What I'll say is it's already been done multiple times across the platforms. I'm just a little deflated in the implications that in the year 2025, we still are not seeing authentic storytelling when it comes to female main character leads having a planned pregnancy, carried to term & addressing the realities of how it impacts your life, career, marriage outlook on life etc.

20a. There's so many stories to tell & Stella, being a black female lieutenant, what better vessel to use to showcase them? 🤔 Maternal mortality rates in WOC, navigating PPD, and exploring different career opportunities while off active duty take us into another world of the job & life of first responders. Show me the politics show me the bureaucracy of being a female in a male dominated industry & how she challenges the status quo. Show me advocating for a lactation room at every facility or on-site childcare at HQ locations. Show me her starting or being a part of a support group for working/pregnant mothers. She me how they cope, how their marriages or relationships are impacted. Show me the sacrifices they make in comparison to their male counterparts. Don't show the 3rd adoption storyline in 2 years because you don't want to sideline Stella when, in reality, she's been sidelined the majority of the season so far. Get in the writers' room, conduct some research, do some interviews, and show me something DIFFERENT that hasn't been done 10x over.

Ok, off the soap box. I do have a question, though. Do we think they'll be met with some opposition during the adoption process because they're both first responders? Both running into the same fires? Just curious 🤔 We still have 10 more episodes to go, so let's buckle up for the rode ahead. 🤞🏼

[lola-theshowgrl]

"Star-Crossed Blades" - Writing Update #2

Month: January Stage: First draft Word Count: 7785 Currently Listening To: Ep 3 of "Monty Don's British Gardens" Beverage: Chai latte Mood: Anxious

It's going well! In the past week I've written the prologue, chapter one, and about half of chapter two. I've got almost the whole novel plotted out, which is very strange for me (I'm usually much more of a "pantser" than this!) and I even have the two main characters' voices very strongly in my mind. I've been bombarding close friends with all my little thoughts and ideas, and, at the risk of sounding immodest, I really think I have something here. I really do.

There are two problems I'm facing right now. The first is that with such a clear story in my head, practically screaming in my ear to get out into the world, I simply can't write quickly enough. I'm not a very fast writer in general, truth be told. I enjoy writing - I'm not one of these people who complains about the act unless I'm burnt out or dealing with an awkward scene. Generally speaking, I love doing this and actually writing is just as much fun as sharing the finished result. Still, I wish I could be quicker this time around, or at least I wish I didn't need a day job so I could spend the bulk of my energy on SCB instead of data entry and wearing a bra.

The second problem I'm dealing with, is that I'm coming fresh from the fandom space. I'm used to posting chapters as I finish them, and having people to talk to about characters and plot developments. That sense of community is very difficult to do without, especially when I'm practically boiling over to talk about what I'm doing.

I'm part of a few servers on Discord, and I'm trying to spread my excitement across them so I'm not being a huge bore by talking constantly about my WIP. It's difficult, though! I'm so torn between wanting to sit on it, to keep it all secret so I can get people's reactions when the whole thing is finished, or to just blurt it all out like a fog horn to anyone who will listen.

I've been going backwards and forwards about finding a platform I can post it chapter by chapter, as I have no plans to traditionally publish or go via KDP, but with the rise of plagiarism and pirating and AI scraping, I just don't think that's the best idea right now. There's Patreon, but I don't know how I feel about that, either.

It's a shame, really. If nothing else, all I ever want for my writing is for it to be read. At the moment I have a lovely, small but dedicated little group of people who are interested in my scribbles, and I worry that they'll have lost interest before I'm ready to share the whole, finished thing.

I'm in the unusual position of having a good idea how long this story will be, and it's going to take me a while to finish, I imagine. I can't see it'll be ready this year, and right now I'm aiming for September 2026 - that's a very long way off!

For now, I suppose I can only keep chugging along, and reminding myself how much I love this part of the journey. The rest I'll figure out as it comes!

[floofanflurr]

I! Am so tired of the infantilization of Papyrus. I'm so tired of the infantilization of autistic people, and autistic traits. I thought we were past this in this fandom... but NOPE.

I am absolutely NOT going to name any names, (especially because I don't think ANY of this is intentional!!! I don't think people are doing it on purpose!!! And I don't want to hurt people. And also because it's SO many people now. I see it all the time from so many different places. It would be impossible to list them all.)

But??? I am getting increasingly uncomfortable with the casual ableism in Papyrus fans, bloggers, and writers who don't even realize that's what they're doing. People who say they are against the infantilization of Papyrus.

(Sticking the rest of this under a cut so I don't clog any feeds)

I just!!!! It's all well and good to have your headcanons about Papyrus! He's a really mysterious character that we don't know a lot about! I'm not denying that! But I see SO many people just… saying things like:

"Papyrus would NEVER do (insert autistic trait here) because he's an ADULT! CLEARLY it was a joke."

or

"People take him seriously or at face value when he does (insert autistic trait here) but he's not stupid???? Clearly it means something else-"

And so freaking many variations of that.

Just. Have your headcanons about what Papyrus means or doesn't mean. That's okay! If you think he's joking that's FINE! But PLEASE don't shit on other people and be so casually ableist by saying that he could never be these things, or that these things would mean he was stupid, or childlike if he ACTUALLY meant them or did them.

ITS LIKE. Taking the initial infantilization of Papyrus in fandom and spinning it on it's head so far it goes right back into infantilizing autistic people by just. REMOVING PAPYRUS'S AUTISITC TRAITS AFTER LABELING THEM STUPID OR CHILDLIKE.

"You're infantilizing Papyrus! CLEARLY he could never actually MEAN these things or do those things for real because he's an adult-" AND LIKE. BABE. THOSE THINGS ARE JUST AUTISTIC THINGS.

And just.

It's really really upsetting to see the traits that I personally relate to in Papyrus have people saying "he could NEVER actually mean/do that! CLEARLY it was a joke, or subterfuge or insert something else here-"(the very strongly implied "because only Children do that" is so clear it's nauseating) (And often stated, but just in slightly different language. "It's clear." or "Of course Papyrus wouldn't-" or "He's smart!" or "He's an adult!")

Most of the portrayals I see of Papyrus are wonderful. While I've seen this a lot in fandom, I don't think it's the majority of people who create or write, or blog Papyrus content. But it's a big enough chunk that it is incredibly worrying and upsetting.

I'm also not trying to wave away any level of subterfuge, or mystery that Papyrus has. Because he has a lot! And!!! He's a grown ass adult! (A HILARIOUS one who cracks a shit ton of jokes and is witty as hell.) Someone who is very sneaky about many things, and masks a lot, and is clearly hiding SOMETHING. Have fun theorizing about him, because there sure is a lot to theorize about! Sneaky, sneaky skeleton...

Just. While I'm not trying to change anyone's headcanons... It might be worth it to see if the Papyrus you create has been removed from all of his autistic traits that are deemed undesirable (a level of social ineptitude or not understanding others, routines like bedtime stories, and so much more) while only leaving the ones you think are quirky or fun (things like masking, or stimming with big, flailing gestures, special interest in puzzles, etc.).

And if that's true, why might that be?

If the answer is "because Papyrus is too smart/mature/clever/etc. to mean or do this seriously." then that is no longer an innocent headcanon. That is saying that people who DO have those traits aren't smart/mature/clever/etc. That is infantilizing autistic traits. (And yes! Autistic people can also do this by accident! I used to fall victim to internalized ableism that I didn't even realize was there, and I've seen other people do it, too.)

I was going to get into a more in-depth list of Papyrus’s traits that are autistic traits or could be caused by being autistic, and basically write an entire fan essay on the whole situation, starting from the beginning infantilization of Papyrus in fandom (equally as bad) and ending with where we're at now as Papyrus fans. (This right now is not an essay. It's a vent, and a plea. When I say essay, I mean with cited sources, properly structured... An actual ESSAY that would help people.)

But… I’m tired. I know it’s an accident in most cases. I know that most people probably don’t realize they’re calling autistic traits “stupid” or “childlike” or “papyrus would never because he’s not a child—“

And I know that this one simple post isn’t enough to explain how autistic peoples’ brains frequently work, or why these things don’t mean someone is stupid or childlike.

I know that without a thorough explanation there’s so many people that won’t realize that they’re doing this. And it’s certainly not as gentle as I wanted to be. I want to be kind, because I know that it's an accident, and that people aren't trying to be cruel or harmful.

But I’m just… tired. I’m so, so tired. It’s hard to gently explain to people that are actively harming you and your community why what they’re doing is hurtful.

Maybe someday I’ll actually write that essay, and I can include helpful tips on what autism can look like, or how Papyrus's differing things COULD be (not necessarily ARE) an indication or presentation of autism, and also some more tips on how to integrate some of Papyrus’s characteristics in different ways in a fic that keeps his wonderful autistic swag if that's what you want to do. Maybe I can delve into some more of the nuance of this discussion, of which there is much.

But right now I can’t.

If you're worried you might be doing something like this but you really do need an essay or more structure and specific writing breaking it all out, then. Well! I want to help people. If you have questions about what I said and genuinely want to learn, I can do my best to answer and help in an essay if there's enough questions, or in asks if its just a one off question.

(Though absolutely no promises. The entire discussion is draining and triggering, so... It's hard. Please don't be surprised if I'm unable to keep conversation about this going.)

I don't want to write the essay if it's not going to help anyone though. So… let me know. Maybe in reblogs. Just please not in my DMs. I'll turn on anonymous asks for the next month or so, and if people use them to be cruel, or confrontational, I will be taking that away again.

If you've made it this far... Thanks for reading.

...And, you know what? Shitty TLDR:

Papyrus is a grown ass man who can say fuck and be a bad ass bitch, and who can also be an autistic adult. These things are not mutually exclusive to each other.

Edit: Someone sent me a wonderful essay written by the-irken-pony about Papyrus and autism that was written in the earlier days of the fandom and Papyrus infantilization. (I have no idea how I haven’t seen this before.)

It’s not the current issue of “wow you became the thing you most sought to destroy (infantilization)” in Papyrus’s fan base, but it’s a wonderful breakdown of autism in Papyrus. It’s a good thing to read with this. You don’t have to accept the various headcanons as yours, but please take note of the various things that could be caused by autism. And then make sure that you aren’t calling those things childish.

[cobra-creampuff]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[ganondoodle]

Sorry ab the shitty English translations/localizations, it's bc they think that Americans won't get it otherwise (bc when we act stupid, we act REALLY stupid), our bad 💀

[jrueships]

older white men who have to announce how much they prefer college sports over professional sports & obsess over it kinda creep me out idk

[slooshee]

Oh… that’s Sunday’s ENG VA doubling down on his support for Chris Niosi