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junowritings · 6 months ago

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I can imagine you already have a lot of these, but Id like to ask for a matchup for bg3 please (no preference on gender!)? I suppose some people might consider me the mom friend of my group, I'm always happy to give people advice or reassurance, make sure theyre fed and doing well, and Ive found I definitely have the protective instincts for it. I have no problem calling out the bullshit of other people if it hurts them, and honestly if they even asked me to deal with the confrontation of talking to someone or telling them to buzz off i would without a heartbeat. I never have though, usually because i know better than to offer. Im also happy to take initiative and step into the leader role if no one else will or wants to. Im not the best with it, but ive been in situations where the only person willing to make a decision or do anything is myself, so its almost become habit. Thats really where the similarities stop though. Im very stubborn, which can be both a blessing and a curse. On one i really want to do or have something ill find a way to do it one way or another, which can lead to somr creativity on my part. However, sometimes, when it comes to arguements or disagreements, it can be hard to get through to me. Usually i try very hard to be understanding and i do well, but i know im not perfect. Im also very scatterbrained and unorganized. I love to be sociable and meet/talk to people, and ive always been very good at making friends, but im not the best at initiating those social situations. Im used to going unnoticed and never had the opportunity to work on it, so im used to just keeping to myself most of the time. Ill admit its not something i really like though; i hate admitting it, but i do love getting attention from other people. Its also not really a feeling i get often, but i do have a fondness for when someone gets protective over me. Ive had to fight for myself by myself a lot over time, so seeing someone else care like that would make my heart swell i think. Most of my hobbies are either creative or involve storytelling. I love to paint and crochet, and ive been working on learning the guitar, since i adore music so much, though my skills with each vary quite a bit. I do love learning too, some of my favorite subjects are math and science, not because im great with them (ill admit i suck with math sometimes), but because they challenge me. (I know that was a lot, but tysm!! Hopefully i got everything you need in here ejdjdjdj)

Thank you so much for the ask dear! This was plenty of info thank you so much for taking the time to send it! :D I think a lovely match for you would be...

This is very much the protective meet-cutes for your respective circles.

I’m gonna be honest, it’s probably that fiery streak of sorting out a confrontation that introduces the two of you in the first place. Lia’s always taken on the role of the protector to those that she cares for; always been the first to step in and go to bat for the sake of her brothers, and she doesn’t shy away from any confrontation if it involves someone she knows. Her moral compass is unyielding, and even if it gets her into more trouble than anyone would like she sticks to them. In a way the two of you are very much alike in that sense, as your fierce loyalty to others is an admirable trait.

She’s seen how you care for others, how you nurture a healthy environment and take the time out of your day to make sure that everyone feels seen and cared for. It feels like a breath of fresh air after everything that they’ve been through, to meet someone who offers guidance and advice and care with open arms rather than closed fists and scorn. At first she mistakes these feelings as respect - it’s only natural - but it really doesn’t take long for her to realize she’s becoming downright smitten when you turn that attention and care onto the tiefling. Lia works to repay you back in kind by having your back anytime, anywhere - sure you take on the protector role for your companions, but who’s doing that for you? Lia gladly adopts the role, even if it does net her more than a few knowing side-eyes from Cal and Rolan who know damn well that it’s also an excuse to stick close to you.

The two of you mesh well for the most part. Granted you may occasionally butt heads in certain circumstances - namely ones that involve her safety because we all know she’s far from being careful. Where you can be stubborn, Lia can sometimes be downright obstinate, and that mesh goes together as well as oil and water when neither side is willing to make a compromise. Lia will be the first to admit that she’s got a fiery temper, and can get worked up more easily than she would like; but thankfully with time the two of you can find a balanced ground to talk things out on. When things get like this, give one another some time to calm down and come back with cooler heads, and things become a lot easier to handle and deal with. Lia isn’t above admitting when she’s done wrong or gone too far, and her apologizes are open and honest because she wants you to know that she’s listening and cares, even if she does get too fired up sometimes. Expect to find apology gifts squirreled away in your pockets the days following these occasional tiffs.

She won’t always say it, but Lia’s damn impressed at how creative you get in your attempts to get your way and see through your plans to the end. You say you’re scatterbrained but she’s seen you pull some tactician level feats in your pursuit of finding ways to get things done. Oftentimes it leaves her flabbergasted because half of your solutions are things that most people wouldn’t even think of, and yet there’s no denying the proud little grin on her face seeing the satisfied look you get when things finally work out in your favor after all of your hard work.

On the other hand however if the two of you are on the same page about something gods are you a force to be reckoned with. You’re a united front, an unstoppable pair that once you decide on something it’s getting done one way or another. Which also means that Cal and Rolan are going to suffer. Not a single one of the siblings are above pulling tricks on one-another, and Rolan has more than once complained that you give her an unfair advantage whenever you’re roped into Lia’s latest scheme because of how well you work alongside one another.

Lia is very much an organized chaos kind of person - to any outsiders her organization skills are nonexistent, but once you spend enough time around the tiefling you understand quickly that she’s organized in a way that works for her. And that organization naturally shifts to encompass you own disorganization - little things like slipping your keys into your bag when she knows you’ll forget them or putting things that are easily lost amidst the chaos in places she can find for you later. It’s the little things but the thought is what counts; and you have to admit that the tiefling comes in clutch whenever you’re in a rush.

You’ll never have to worry about initiating social situations ever again. Lia is loud and vibrant and has enough of a pull with her headstrong nature to turn heads, and this is something she uses to her advantage. Pretty much every first sentence out of her mouth after an introduction is introducing you, an arm over your shoulder bringing you close and a tail hooked over your hip as she does so. She wants you to be involved; wants others to appreciate you and notice your worth and vibrancy and all of the love you give like she does. So don’t be surprised if she does exactly that - hells, 99% of Lia’s friends have heard nothing but good things about you before you’ve even had the chance to meet them. She loves her partner to the hells and back, and she’s enough of a hothead to make damn sure everyone knows it too.

If you’re ever in the mood to show Lia any of those hobbies involving storytelling she is absolutely ready. Tell her your tales as you run your fingers through her hair and along the grooves of her horns and she’ll just about melt into your lap. Don’t be surprised if your voice lulls her into a content enough state for a nap - it’s just so soothing, and Lia often winds herself up so much that she’ll crash into a powernap at the mere notion of safe rest. Even before the trek to Baldur’s gate a rest without one eye open was the norm, and anything more than a fitful rest was wishful thinking. But here with you? With your gentle touch and loving voice in this little moment of peace you carved out of the gate for the two of you? How can you blame her for wanting to savor the experience a little? Plus if she misses anything it makes for an excellent excuse to do this again. Just to hear how it ends of course.

Lia will take any and all opportunity to gush about the crafts that you make, and she’s not afraid to do it any chance she gets. That art piece you made? The paint isn’t even dry and she’s trying to strongarm Rolan into putting it up in the reception of Sorcerer Sundries. The half finished crochet project you’ve been promising to come back to? Every single guest you’ve had has heard how amazing the thing’s going to turn out once it’s finished. It’s hard not to get flustered over how brutally honest she is about wanting to show off your work to others. If you ever ask why she’ll simply respond by saying that it’s because it’s your hard work. And whether you’ve spent fifty seconds or fifty days on a piece it’s going to get just as much love and recognition from your tiefling.

If you’re looking for more hands-on experience learning the play the guitar Lia’s got no qualms pulling some strings to get Alfira to help you. I like to think that all of the tieflings kept some form of contact after arriving at the gate so chances are you’ll be well acquainted with most of them before you even mention your interest in learning to play. The same goes for your penchant for learning - Lia’s been more the type of person to learn from experiences than books, but she'll fully encourage you to pursue your interests! (she gets sibling rights to pilfer through the books in the safer sections of the library, so anything you decide to keep from there doesn’t get more than an eye roll, a resigned grumble and a warning to be careful from Rolan.) It’s well worth it to see your expression warm at the sight of whatever piece of learning literature she’s brought home to spoil you with.

#baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 lia #lia #lia x reader #bg3 lia x reader #bg3 match up #baldurs gate match up #match ups #juno art #slowly chipping my way through making icons for all the bg3 characters #ngl had a lot of fun with this hope you enjoy hun! :D

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celestie0 · 6 months ago

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HALLO ELLIE!!! proud to say ive successfully managed to move on from my situationship! hope u don’t mind me rambling about this guy.

let’s call him f since that’s his initial. F and I have been friends since primary sch, he eventually had to move because his dad passed away. Anyways, two years ago we started talking again because his family visited mine. Long story short, things were complicated because we had been flirting a lil bit and he also said that ‘if you flirt with other guys, I’ll starve myself’ which Icked me so BAD. He did apologised .Last year, I ‘happy birthday’ed my way into his life and started talking again because I really did miss him, he’s my childhood best friend after all. After like two weeks? I don’t remember anymore💔 He told me he loved me and i was happy to say it back to him. (I was such a fool😭) I remember being giggly and all. On 23rd August we got into a fight because we planned to meet up and i said to him ‘okay I’m nervous. I don’t think I wanna meet up’ which made him mad. MIND YOU! we were in planning stages. i didn’t cancel on him on the day itself! I had lots of things going on at that time so him just casually saying I was PLAYING him made me so upset. He had the cheek to tell me ‘ily’ because honestly I hate when people start getting all affectionate after a fight. I hope you get it😭 the next month went okaaay until 23rd sep. (23 is like a curse at this point💔💔) I confronted him on why he hasn’t been saying ‘ily’ back it may seem something small but I hate not getting it back like excuse me? AND HE SAID TO ME ‘my ex was the only one who managed to make me feel loved’ I CRIED SO BADDD!!!! how could he say that after everything I’ve did for him. smh. yada yada things went on and in dec we stopped talking. I really did liked talking to him and all but it was too much. There was certain moments where I felt like he was just using me cause I wanted him. The times where we sexted (no nudes were exchanged, just texts.) though we did call because he wanted to hear me moan. not my proudest moments, I don’t wanna be begging for a guy’s attention again. I genuinely loved him with my whole heart :((

IM SO SORRY 4 RAMBLING ON!!!! I needed to let this out so badly 🤒❤️‍🩹 love u sm ellie

— frank ocean anon

hiii my love <3 omg GASP i’m so proud of uuu situationships are hell on earth i hope you feel at peace now!!

PLS YOU’re SO REAL FOR GETTING THE ICK OVER THAT!! i swear jealousy is only attractive w fictional men ✋🏼😭 it is NOT a cute look for actual men slsldkfjfh imo its a lil overbearing n strange haha

aww thats sad hun u guys are like childhood best friends so i imagine it was still tough not speaking :(( WOW he said i love youu n you said it backk. its ok bb if it was a happy thing in the moment then it can stay that way in your memory regardless of how stuff turned out in the end :”) be kind to yourself <3

ahhh yea thats 🚩 the whole getting mad cuz you cancelled…and no i totally get that, i hate that sort of “love bombing” after a fight, it just comes off as in-genuine. thats so valid n i relate

OH MY GOSH THE COMMENT ABOUT HIS EX ☹️☹️ WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT…some things you should just keep to your fuckin self. thats awful im sorry love 🥲🥲 you deserve SO much better than that

it’s okkk bb, you knew him a long time n even apart from relationship/situationship, there was still a friendship there too. you can really love someone but also realize theyre bad for you, those two can coexist. i’m so proud of you for realizing you deserve better than someone who makes you feel like you’re being used! no one should ever feel that way. take it easy bb but truuuly truly truly time will heal <3 chin up!! so many wonderful experiences out there for you still my dear

- much loveee, ellie ☁️

#frank ocean anon #asks

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duhragonball · 7 months ago

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JoJolion Ch. 23-25

Okay, hear me out...

Last time, Yasuho was screwing around near Meditation Pine, near the Higashikata Mansion and the spot where she first met Josuke, when she got pulled into a hole and some shadowy figure licked her ear. We pick up now in the "Paper Moon Deception" arc, which finds her in what looks like a finished basement, except the Higashikata's home is like a hundred feet away from it.

With her is Tsurugi Higashikata, the grandchild of Norisuke Higashikata IV. Yasuho presses the kid for an explanation, but Tsurgui just gives cryptic non-answers, and when Yasuho gets physical, Tsurugi reveals that he's actually a boy. Yasuho's known the family for most of her life, but she didn't know this.

Tsurugi explains that this is an old Higashikata family tradition. We learned from the legend of Johnny Joestar that there's a curse that runs in the Higashikata family. The curse manifests as a "Rock disease" which afflicts the firstborn children of the family. Johnny's wife Rina Higashikata had it, and it was so deadly an incurable that Johnny resorted to using the Saint Corpse to try to save her.

It's possible that when Johnny purged the Rock Disease from Rina (and their son George), he may have broken the curse on their side of the family, and their descendants were spared its effects. It's also possible that the curse affected the Joestars the same way, since the symptoms Rina experienced in 1901 seem similar to what Holly Joestar Kira is dealing with in 2011.

But the main Higashikata line is definitely still stuck with the Rock Disease. Norisuke I returned from America to invest his prize money into the fruit import business, which he left to his eldest son Norisuke II, who passed it on to his son, Norisuke III, and on down to Norisuke IV. Jobin is the next in line to inherit the family business, and Tsurugi is the next in line after that.

Incidentally, in case you're wondering why Jobin and Tsurugi weren't named Norisuke V and VI, the tradition is that each successor changes his name when they assume control of the household. Norisuke II, III, and IV's birth names were Johei, Josho, and Josuke, respectively.

Anyway, I'm getting off track. The curse hits the firstborn child with the Rock Disease. If the firstborn is a girl, it seems to happen later in life, but with boys, it always strikes when they reach the age of ten. Norisuke II and III had older sisters, so they were spared, but Norisuke IV and Jobin are the eldest of their generations so... hmmm. And Tsurugi is the eldest child of his generation, so he's probably going to die of the Rock Disease by the age of ten. He's nine right now.

One trick the family has used over the centuries is to raise the eldest son as a girl until the age of 12. I'm not sure what the point of this is, unless it's just a desperate attempt to trick the Rock Disease into thinking Tsurugi's a girl, so he won't get sick. Then when he turns 12, he can live as a boy again, and the Rock Disease can't touch him because now it's too late. And you know, it might have worked once or twice, which is why the tradition continues into the 21st century.

Anyway, Yasuho just wants to leave this place, but Tsurugi hid her cell phone.

As she searches for the phone, she gets desperate to make contact with Josuke, probably from the stress she's under, and this activates her Stand, Paisley Park. It makes some sort of subtle contact with Josuke, and he "realizes" that he could send Yasuho an e-mail. He's using Joshuu's phone, and Yasuho won't take Joshuu's calls because he's a terrible person, but Josuke thinks an e-mail might work if he can convince her he's not Joshuu. So he signs it off as "4 Balls" which seems like a weird thing to use as an in-joke.

Meanwhile, Yasuho gets her phone back, but Tsurugi has used it to activate his Stand, Paper Moon King. Yasuho doesn't even know about her own Stand yet, so she doesn't understand what he's talking about, but she does know he did something to her. She leaves, but not before checking out the other rooms in the building. There's one with a bunch of toys and what looks like a replica of Josuke's sailor suit for some reason. It also has a toilet in the room, which reminds her of a prison cell.

Also she sees a weird dog on her way out.

She finally gets Josuke's message and realizes its him because he wants to meet at the Sesame Honey Cafe, which she recognizes as a reference to the snacks she got him in the hospital in Chapter 2. The "4-Balls" thing is completely lost on her, though. Now I'm wondering if Josuke even noticed he had written that the way he did. The translator note said he wrote something using characters that could be read as "4-Balls" so maybe the pun was unintentional.

On the other hand, it's funny that Yasuho doesn't seem to recognize the significance, since she was the one who couldn't stop thinking about it when she saw his groin for the first time. I guess she finally got over it.

Anyway, Paper Moon King affects Yasuho's perception of people's faces. On the way back to town, she notices everyone has the same weird face, but she thinks is her contacts, so she heads home to get new ones, and when she sees her mom she thinks some stranger broke into their home. It's not until she sees her own face distorted like this that she begins to understand something strange is happening.

Now, recently I read that there's a real-life condition very similar to this. It's called prosopometamorphopsia, also known as PMO or "demon face syndrome", and people who have the disorder will see people's faces as being distorted in certain ways. CNN did an article about it a few weeks ago, and the first thing I thought of was this arc in JoJolion. I don't know if this is where Araki got the idea for Paper Moon King, but it seems like a strange coincidence.

Upset by all of this, Yasuho decides her best bet is to head for the Sesame Honey Cafe right now, even though it isn't dinnertime yet. But she keeps running into Tsurugi, who offers to help her if she wants it. Yasuho angrily tells Tsurugi to stop following her. She knows whatever's going on is Tsurugi's doing. I mean, for one thing, Tsurugi's face is the only one that she can still recognize.

Again, Yasuho doesn't know this is a Stand power, nor is she aware of her own Stand, or she might try using Paisley Park to find some way to break the spell. I guess knocking Tsurugi out would cancel the effect, but I don't think she's desperate enough to punch a kid. PP could probably come up with an alternative, but Yasuho doesn't know that yet. As it is, she thinks Tsurugi slipped her some kind of drug.

Tsurugi offers an alternative explanation: Maybe the reason she can't communicate with her mother is the same reason she's investigating things like Josuke and the Higashikata Family. She doesn't know who she is or where she belongs, so maybe she's projecting those feelings onto Josuke, which is why she's so invested in his predicament.

Speaking of Josuke, he's approacing the same cafe, because Yasuho called and asked to meet her there early because she's scared, but he steps on one of Tsurugi's origami frogs, which puts him under the same spell as Yasuho. But Josuke's kind of used to not knowing who anyone is, so this doesn't bother him as much. Also, this is like the fourth or fifth Stand he's had to deal with, so this isn't anything new for him.

Joshuu finds him in the street and takes back his cell phone, but Josuke doesn't recognize him so he doesn't even know what's going on.

Well, at least they're heading for the same place, so that at least gives them a chance of linking up and dealing with the problem together, except, no. Yasuho's in the wrong place. The sign said "Sesame Honey Cafe", but when she goes inside she finds a record store. It's not just faces that have become unrecognizable. Now she's got some sort of aphasia, where everything she reads looks like it says "Sesame Honey Cafe".

Things get even worse when she runs into Joshuu, and mistakes him for Josuke. She even calls out Josuke's name, and Joshuu thinks she's saying "Joshuu suki", or "I love you, Joshuu." Or maybe Joshuu is just hearing what he wants to hear.

Yasuho asks him to take her someplace away from people, where they can be alone, and Joshuu thinks she wants to have sex, so he takes her to a men's room. Classy as ever.

Then he takes off his pants and tries to corner her in the stall. He uses his new Stand to dismantle her clothes, which... Man, this guy is the worst. Eventually she realizes it's not Josuke, but I don't think she ever finds out this is Joshuu.

He only stops when she finally says Josuke's name loud enough for him to recognize it, and while he tries to figure out why, she bashes his head in with the toilet tank cover. This is one of the best panels in the story.

Yasuho then tries to seek help from some nearby policemen, but when she gets in their squad car, she finds out they're not cops at all, but just a trio of... well, I don't know what their deal is, but their immediate reaction to Yasuho is to drive off with her and force her to swallow drugs so they can have their way with her. In her desperation, she subconciously uses Paisley Park to escape. It comes out of the floorboard of the car and breaks the ankle of the driver, and this causes them to crash into a telephone pole.

I think Yasuho runs into her mom again, but at this point I'm not sure of anything she sees. By now, the effect of Paper Moon King is so intense that Yasuho can't discern words, faces, voices, or even clothes and vehicles. If she thought those creeps were police officers, then how can we be sure that woman in the dress is her mom?

And that's why Yasuho finally begs Tsurugi to help her. Before she was blaming Tsurugi for doing this to her, but now she's so lost and confused that she'll accept anything to get out of this mess.

And that seems to have been Tsurugi's goal all along. He wanted her to stay in the underground building, and when he couldn't stop her from leaving, he used his Stand to torment her until she had no other alternative but to follow him back. That's pretty damn cruel, but we see a mysterious figure watching them from one of the other rooms, and it seems like that guy might be the one pulling the strings here. For some reason, Tsurugi wants a sample of Yasuho's hair, and I bet this dude is the one who asked for it.

Oh, and Josuke's still back in the city. The Stand effect wore off when Tsurugi left, so Josuke realizes that he was never the target. But he knows Yasuho was also in the area, which means whoever was behind Paper Moon King was using it against her. So at least he has some idea what's going on...

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojolion #jo2uke highashikata #yasuho hirose #tsurugi higashikata #joshuu higashikata #'sesame honey cafe' would be a great name for a jjba-themed cover band

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bmpmp3 · 10 months ago

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I FINALLY watched that barbie movie that came out, i watched it last night! it was cute and pretty solid i thought. and then immediately after finishing that i watched the 1989 found footage tv movie ufo abduction/the mcpherson tape?

barbie was mostly very funny (that smallpox joke is inexcusable tho) it seems aimed for maybe a tween-teen kind of audience? i havent heard of many big huge movies aimed at that demographic recently so thats really nice

you know i was worried id be insufferable to both barbie movie fans and barbie movie haters because i have 1) a doll hobby 2) too much interest in doll history and 3) a complete lack of trust and respect for mattel as a company in the past decade and i figured you wouldnt be able to talk to me about it without me um-actually-ing every two seconds BUT it wasnt as egregious as i expected in regards to doll history myths

im especially glad they didnt call stuff like happy family midge and earring magic ken like "recalled" or "banned" or whatever 'cause thats just one of those myths LOL BUT discontinued is a weird term... yeah they were discontinued but like. all dolls are some day. from what i can tell both those dolls werent even like prematurely (heh) discontinued or anything most reports seem that happy family midge sold okay (although there seems to have been controversies at least with the wedding ring and cardboard cutout husband situations) and earring magic ken probably didnt sell well. because hes ken. the earring magic barbies in the line probably sold better LOL i guess a better term could have been like. controversial barbies? infamous barbies? sugar's daddy ken is true and hilarious tho, although if i remember correctly it was like a collectors doll meant for adults that just never got released in the first place

I DID love tanner's inclusion. i love that stupid shitting dog so much i wanted it so bad as a kid but i didnt care about the barbie so it would have been a waste of a playset

speaking of not caring about the barbie so like. i didnt really like barbies as a kid. i didnt really like dolls. i was a furry i only liked animal shaped toys LOL i did have one barbie i picked out myself, fairytopia kindlee who i loved and adored and lost and i dream about her forever. but yeah nothing less interesting to me both as a child and as an adult than a default face sculpt blue eyed blonde barbie toy, which is, as most adults interesting in the modern day toy industry can attest, the reason for our disdain for mattel HFJDKHFDJS actually its more than that - weirdly inflated prices for cheaply made clothes and low quality printing, strangely dated fashion, the weird all or nothing either bare minimum 5 points of articulation or full out double jointed mtm bodies (where is single jointed elbows...i miss her....), THE DECADE LONG REIGN OF TERROR OF THE GLUE HEAD (although we're finally past that), why are those collectors dolls so expensive they look the same quality, why did they make that collectors mermaid ken white from the brown guy in the concept art, in canada the pricing and availability is wacky so i imagine its even worse everywhere else outside the US, this is a personal thing but why does every mattel doll ive ever owned like combust at its joints randomly. am i cursed? do i have a mattel curse? ive been thinking about this for years why does the plastic just disintigrate the second it enters my home what god did i anger. what plastic god did i anger. help me my bloodline has been cursed by some sort of polyvinyl based deity beyond my comprehension

anyway as i was saying it was a little sobering watching a movie with a good fashion and prop and set budget do a take on the memories of what barbie dolls used to be and then thinking about that absolutely dire state we're in rn. bro i kept looking at outfits like modern mattel would never. theyre too busy making half printed t shirt dresses with a random ruffle attached on the side <3 but vintage mattel would also not be as diverse. although neither mattel has an actually fat doll so. um. thats the saddest um-actually im gonna do :(

ive been joking to myself for years that barbie is the name of the species, ken might be some kind of subspecies, so it is funny to see the brand in both real life stores and also this movie lean into that. barbie really is a species. they do move in herds. wait im getting distracted anyway years ago barbie had a big refresh where they leaned into the idea that anyone can be barbie - everyone is barbie: they brought out new body types (standard, tall, short, and slightly curvy) which was a big step, a bigger range of skintones and all kinds of new face molds and screenings, also theres like bald barbies and barbies with prosthetics and wheelchair barbies are made way more often. and all this is fantastic. but unfortunately the blonde blue eyed millie sculpts still haunt most non-fashionista releases.... stereotypical barbie u dont know what u are.... its a shame they didnt reference the millie sculpt in the movie i woulda died LOL

but i always thought it was pretty wack that they made all these cool dolls and then relegated them to wear t shirt dresses for eternity. i like that the budget line is so diverse and i dont even mind the lack of articulation that much (although i do miss basic 9 point articulation where are my elbows and knees) but GOD those outfits. can be ROUGH. and WHY do they never put like half of the diverse dolls in other playsets WHY cant basketball barbie be bald WHEN will i get that prosthetic leg barbie as a fairy like youve put all this effort into all this diversity and then ur doing NOTHING with it mattel im begging u. im begging u. make a fantasy wheelchair barbie i know you can do it. i know you can do it

im not even talking about the movie anymore sorry im just complaining about barbie dolls even tho im not a huge barbie collector JFKDHJRKF i was just picky about toys as a child and i want kids nowadays to get cool dolls too. i think a kid deserves a nice thing to play with that looks like them or like their family or other people around them that also allows to imaginative play you know

okay. okay in the context of the movie its fine and makes sense but lemme tell u. being so deep in the current state of mattel hearing america ferrera's character suggest "ordinary barbie" made me fucking jump out of my seat and point at my laptop screen i almost said outloud "YOUUU" jgekfjfd it was her.... she did this.... jk jk its a sweet message in the movie but just so u know in mattel's mind "ordinary barbie" translates to overpriced cheaply made sack dress barbie. orz

wait back on topic back on topic its a nice movie, im glad it resonates with a lot of people. the plot was a little strange but i dont mind, the sets and outfits and everything was so good anyway, i loved that big huge chunky necklace as a touch, its some fashion brand symbol i dont remember sowwy but i like how huge it is LOL also the music was pretty great, i liked the needle drops and the music composed for the movie was fun too, what was i made for is fantastic but i knew that already its been a hit for a while now and i heard a vocal synth cover of it that sounded nice so i was already on board HJKDHJKFDS sometimes the. racial aspect of the movie was. jarring? they really only mention race like thrice (one of those times being the aforementioned awful smallpox joke) which. you know sometimes i get a little annoyed with a lot of contemporary movies and shows bringing up race just for little quips and jokes here and there while completely ignoring anything substantial about the topic, i know this is a tween movie with a two hour run time and they wanted to focus but i dunno man. it always feels like they're making a joke about elephants while the ignoring the elephant in the room staring u down. but whatever. i'll just lock someone into an unskippable cutscene conversation about history in regards to race and dolls irl later LOL cute movie tho. i like when movies have cool sets and outfits

NOW to the second half of that very odd double feature i gave myself last night UFO ABDUCTION its basically considered the first found footage horror movie, as a tv movie from 1989, and lemme tell u IT IS hard to watch LOL not because its like scary but like. because its a little bit bad <3 but its okay i dont mind, the main character behind the camera got pretty insufferable near the end (would not shut up and made it hard to hear the other actors orz) but it was only an hour and had like no budget - plus i love seeing where so much of the genre came from. im glad to know people screaming at the main character to shut that damn camera off has been here since the very beginning. i also loved the stupid alien costumes its such a shame theyre only in there for like 3 scenes they were the best part: genuinely kind of creepy at the first sight at the ufo landing because theyre so far away and low quality, and also really silly and goofy when they walk right up to the camera <3 <3 <3

i truly madly deeply genuinely without a shred of irony adore found footage so im always happy to see more! even when its bad :) i like it when cameras shake and people scream OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT

#and this has been. bmpmp3 watched some movies and is talking about it. thank u and goodnight

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iishmael · 2 years ago

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hiya, im sort of new here (ive finally started using tumblr properly after having an account for months) and i wanna start by saying what you do is amazing!! well done!!

i know its a bit of a stretch, but could you do something with stoffel vandoorne and mitch evans?? i feel like formula e is really undermined in fics cause the amount of angst you could write about a grid where a part of the grid are ex-f1 drivers...

even like 3 sentences would make me happy, so thanks <33

Welcome!! <3 I am surprised you found my blog since i'm more like the f1 senior ex-driver rehabilitation centre at this point but I hope you'll enjoy your stay (and I do have some brocedes content coming up! fittingly, for the senior rehab rip) I have not written stoffel in so long, the last time i wrote about him i headcanoned him as nando's and jenson's kid. the nostalgiaaaaa... this is very short, but i hope it'll make you smile! <3

Stoffel/Mitch Warnings: none

The raspy, choking sound was preceded by a bang.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"I told you. I told you that a McLaren would-"

"Oh, what the actual fuck! It's smoking too!"

"The McLaren and your driving style combined-"

"Stoffel, please, can you just-" Mitch grappeled with the latch of the door handle, the door of the GT smoothly sliding upwards even under his impatient jolting. "Please get out of the damned car!"

Even though Stoffel was still muttering under his breath - and all of that were Dutch curse words, Mitch was sure - he got out of the car and joined Mitch next to the hood.

"I told you we should've asked the car rental for something different. Maybe something more suitable to you. Like a Polo." Stoffel's smirk was wiped off his face when he inhaled some of the white smoke that kep wafting up from the engine.

Mitch snorted, suppressing a laugh against his will. "We have a serious problem here, can we maybe focus on that?"

He leaned forwards waving and fanning the smoke out of his face with quick movements of his hand, and squinted down to the engine. They had rented a car to get to their holiday destination - and now they stood on the side of the road somewhere in the middle of California, with an engine failure on their hands and the hot sun burning down on them. An inconspicous car would truly have been a better choice, Mitch thought to himself - obviously he was not about to annouce that to Stoffel.

Mitch sighed heavily, stepping back from the mess. Maybe that last donut and the little bit of speeding he'd put the car through had been too much? "I can't see anything with all the smoke," he announced, "and I don't want to stick my hand in there while it's still hot... Do you think we should-"

"Call roadside assisstance?" Stoffel snapped his phone shut with no concern for the bendy touchscreen, and pulled Mitch away from the gaping hood of the car. "Already done."

Mitch groaned and scrubbed his hand over his face. "I'm sorry. This is really not how I imagined our holidays to start..."

Stoffel had had another quip on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw that Mitch was starting to mope, he pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Now, stop looking like that. We'll be rescued in no time!"

"Easy for you to say!" Mitch buried his face against Stoffel's neck and hugged him close. "I hate cars," he complained, voice muffled.

Stoffel laughed and started to pet his hair. "Hey, if anyone's allowed to shittalk McLaren, that's still me, baby."~

#f1 fanfic #Stoffel/Mitch #Smitch? Moffel? LMAOOOO #dear nonnie i hope you liked this a little bit <33 #my writing #*f

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littleeyesofpallas · 4 months ago

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I know ive said it once already but goddamn these covers. Just spectacular.

Anyway.... 3 issues in begin to brush up against the faintest beginnings of the downfall... We open on some indistinct flashback of Damian training with Talia in a desert before a massive monolith. We get these gorgeous illustrations for the fairytale like legend of "The Grim Soldier."

A tragedy about Farhad I Parethes and Aleasa torn apart by the curse of an unnamed witch, clearly drawn in the Orgham matriarch's attire. He fights a demon called the Asher, like the Orghams dust, and defeats it with the blessing of a sun god, Maera. But the sun that kills the demon kills his love and so he curses the gods and dies in protest.

There appear to be no meaningful references in any of these name choices that I could spot.... Which seems a little weird to be honest, so I dont trust that I didnt miss something. I did stumble into a claim that Azmer as an "islamic" name means "like a lion" and the Azmer illustrated for the myth has a distinctly lion face. But I found on corroborating source on that etymology, and the site that made the claim was one of those shitty baby name databases. So i dont really trust that at all, but it is a weird conincidence. I guess theres some off chance that someone googled "lion names" and somethinf like "islamic names" and came across the same bullshit entry.

Anyway, I find it funny that there is a little note on the last spread, "with apologies to Toppi" as a nod to the obvious Sergio Toppi influence. I cant tell if that was supposed to have made it into the final print or if that was a personal doodle/note from the artist.

Oh but we get this sort of weird footnote that while this fable might be thematically relevent its morals are outdated and so its conclusion in this parallel can yet be changed. Talia very overtly calls Bruce her Grim Soldier at a later point to really hammer home this idea that while the Orgham witch and the Grim Soldier as Batman may be locked in a comparable battle, Talia's role as Aleasa wont be to die in vain. This leaves the sole question of whom the sun god Maera is in all this...

Back to the present: Batman briefly revisits his anxiety attack thing, beats up some hospitalized thug to trace a lead back to Talia via an anubis emblem that conveniently mirrors the bat coaster we saw last issue with Harvey. I dont remember if this icon has actually ve used with the League of Assassins before.... It is sort of confusing given the iconography already in play. He tussles with Talia and random ninjas before realizing he's being distracted so he wont thwart the League's attempt to assassinate Arzen Orgham on his yacht. Oh and here where we got the hard confirmation that Prince Arzen Orgham and his mother Queen Dariah Orgham are in fact ruling monarchs of Svatstral. Moreover its established that thekr ties to Gotham land ownership is apparently a matter of very public record???? Which again seems to squander the sort of historic mystery of how this legacy was passed on from tgeir old ways unto gotham.

And then Ubu shows up to kill Arzen while Batman tries to get there in time to stop the assassination...

Not a super eventful issue but the Toppi tribute art really carries things, even tho the myth it illustratra is a little inane and contrived.

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fictionfixations · 6 months ago

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angry ranting time

(i curse. a lot.)

hi. heres my reveal that i play magic awakened

about the story. can we talk about the fact that for some reason NO ONE BLINKS AN EYE at the use of the memory removal charm whatever the fuck??? like i havent been in this fandom for so long so i forgot a lot, but is it legal to just remove memories from people?? (lets not even talk about muggles…) like. okay. so the grandma removed the memory from her grandkid (traumatic memory). but she was so shit at it (she 'rushed' it so then ivy(? I FORGOT THE NAMES) had memory issues all the time and didnt even remember her SISTER??? HELLO?) like okay even if its 'legal' id have to assume youd need some sort of permit or whatever the fuck to be allowed to use it, and to be skilled at it too to not mess someone up. because memories are such an important part of you that taking them away has to be a crime!? (AND ITS NOT?? you can just ruin someones life and be like '…it was rushed' AND NO ONE BATS AN EYE? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!)

if ivy didn't actually disappear her sister (and it was the sister who disappeared herself by accident which made ivy think she did it) how the fuck did the quibbler end up talking about it? howd they even hear of it?? usually i support the quibbler and hate the daily prophet but like. seriously…? (if they learned it from law enforcement didnt the grandma explain that the sister did it to herself?! YOU FUCKING INCOMPETENT--) "Local Girl Make Sister Disappear to Keep Her Out of Hogwarts" HELLO? YOUR INFORMATION IS WRONG. YOU MF. HOW DARE YOU YOU DISAPPOINTMENT. (im. so pissed off.)

i forgot how much the fandom makes me so angry though because everyone in the storys kind of an idiot and huifsheiuf???? i want to SCREAM. (tldr; adults are still shit)

i thought ivy was kinda something like neville but it isnt that shes just forgetful, shes forgetful because her gRANDMA decided it was a good idea to MEMORY WIPE her. like. guys… the magic world needs like fucking therapists or some shit to talk this through instead of using super powerful spells to do whatever the fuck. (WHO thought it was a good idea to teach children [AT MAXIMUM AT 11 YEARS OLD. because Ivy's sister knew it BEFORE Ivy got her hogwarts letter.] the vanishing spell oh my god. oh wait. the grandma. BITCH.)

LIKe. SERIOUSLY??? it baffles me how things like this can just happen

ALSO there are still like dark wizards

and i mean yeah people are still gonna be evil but now theres ANOTHER evil oh my god (i know theres meant to be something to make the story interesting but im sobbing where the fuck are the adults to deal with this shit)

theres this thing called NOTME (wow. excellent naming skills.) that wants to reveal magic to the muggles by doing illegal things (okay well illegal things can be vague because just revealing it is illegal. but more like. think magical things in front of a crowd. ..which is very likely to lead to just utter panic because its so many.)

idk i didnt really pay attention because im just. tired at this point (harry potter has a way of doing that to me).

also one sad moment that gets an honorable mention. so you know george weasley? i think thats the twin that survived (i am SO bad with names)

we encounter him and he talks about pranking umbridge with his twin

and hes just saying 'we' and im thinking 'wait is he alive??' but no hes just. saying it (even if technically we probably dont know about his twins death so we might be confused) and it just

makes me sad. :(

anyway

also i forgot what i was meant to do here so im just kind of waiting for my doods to finish it since idk what im supposed to do

(it passed onto 13 minutes and then something happened and i won?? IDFK i got so confused. ive gone to the bird but nothing happens and my attacks dont affect it so idk)

#harry potter #hp #harry potter magic awakened #harry potter spoilers #hp spoilers #ivy warrington #thoughts #rant #tangent

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sankttealeaf · 8 months ago

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Hello there - I was wondering when did you first start liking durgetash? How did you get the inspo for your story? ps Im a huge fan ❤

hi anon!! thank u!! <3

the thing that dragged me headfirst into the depths of durgetash hell was the prayer for forgiveness! i went into the dark urge playthrough knowing very little! (started rue's run in early september but only got around to actually playing her in early october! (act 3 was lagging so bad on my first playthrough i needed to jump ship to simpler times)

seeing other peoples interpretations of their durge & gortash got me thinking a little more about rue & gortash and what they couldve been like! i went into rue's playthrough knowing i was going to romance gale and went woah, theres some similarities between the two there. rue has a type!

(fun fact: my first tav playthrough & the beginnings of my durgetash era overlapped so when i got to meet gortash as my tav, cassiopeia, i was only slightly taken in by him. did not trust him at all, though. stupid man)

i think i love the tragedy of it all. no matter what relationship your durge has with gortash, its still one of closeness. and to have someone you worked hard with ripped from you, only to return now wanting to destroy everything youve made? thats gotta hurt.

as for my fic it kind of started as a series of one shots i started writing, never really with the intent to publish them! i wanted to work out how rue acted before the tadpoling and how different she was then!

the original plan was just a collection of moments shared between rue and gortash throughout their time together. back then rue was still called rue, i hadnt given her another name to further separate her life before & after being tadpoled. i also really wanted to make little letters and notes that you find in the game to go along with the writing. however i only ever made gortash's initial request for a meeting.

(as u can see below. i thought it was a cool concept. no idea how i wouldve fully executed it though)

then it sort of spiralled from there! what if rue and enver were friends as kids? what if they keep finding each other over and over again? what if they always fall to the same fate? i love tragic romances, friendships that are doomed to fail, relationships that can only end one way, so it was very fun to explore all this with them!!

the title was originally a title from a one shot i started writing about them. i think the phrase "let sleeping dogs lie" is very them - after all, why disturb what is a peaceful alliance? why ruin it by admitting feelings or saying words they shouldnt? also dog imagery & rue go hand in hand (despite me saying she's cat coded)

i had key events planned from the start that i wanted to happen, the main thing being how rue lets down her guard over the course of their friendship & how that becomes her downfall!

i also wanted to use this as a way to not only explore rue and gortash, but rue and orin, too!! it meant i could write in their povs, get into their brains and work out why they do what they do! i love villainous characters and finding out the root cause behind their actions (im currently running a curse of strahd dnd game and did the exact thing for strahd - writing up his motivations and intentions to give me better access into his headspace & why he acts like he does!)

at the start i never really intented to publish it on ao3. i added the little prologue after writing the second chapter, and then i decided to bite the bullet and post it! i made this account to share my writing, why not do that!!

im still a little in shock at how many people have enjoyed reading it & especially how many people love rue. ive never written any oc x canon before so it was a little scary putting her out there for the world to see!! sometimes i get that little voice in my head that goes "gr. youre being cringe" and i have to bap it away before it can rot my brain. im allowed to have silly characters and make them kiss other characters - no one can stop me!!

this got a little longer than i intended, but thanks anon!! <3 i hope this has been a lil insightful about the behind the scene of my very chaotic brain behind this fic! its all ive been thinking about for 6ish months now (oh gods)

#; tea time #anon #shoutout to anyone in the 'rue lovers' club!#youre the best #and if youve ever read any of my work and enjoyed it #youre also the best #going to return back to writing the next chapter - this impromptu question time has been really fun though!!!!#my ask box is always open!#; let sleeping dogs lie

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drifting-wreckers · 1 year ago

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Kaisarion, Chapter 7: Will You Walk the Line?

Papa Emeritus IV x OFC: romance, religious fanaticism, drama, NSFW, MDNI, fate/destiny

Rosalyn hummed softly in the stacks as she was back in non-fiction once again reshelving books. Several weeks had passed since her and Copia’s first date, and things felt as though they had been progressing smoothly between them. He wasn’t able to visit the library as much recently due to having to stand in for some lectures and sermons, though still had some lingering research to do. They had not had any further dinner dates, though he had managed to whisk her away for coffee and lunch a few times. That was safer, she figured; their touches and kisses since that first night had been much more innocent, save for that one time they got a little caught up and sort of ended up making out in the archives…

Nonetheless, even with his more physical absence, their communication hadn’t lulled in their text conversations and occasional evening phone calls. Whenever he called her in the evenings, she swore he sounded entirely spent and exhausted, and yet the phone calls always seemed to linger well beyond the hour mark until she could hear his deepening breathing and would scold him to get some rest. It had also left her with plenty of time to explain the situation with Dean, finally, and he had dismissed her profuse apologies seemingly without a second thought.

Jessica, for her part, couldn’t believe (and was ragingly disappointed) that the two hadn’t even made it beyond kissing yet. She continued to send those dissatisfied stares while then congratulating her begrudgingly in the next breath because she did seem increasingly, blatantly happy. And to Rosalyn’s great relief, Dean had taken the hint and no longer seemed to be interested in reaching out to her.

Her blue eyes scanned the rows of books before realizing that the home for the one in her hands was, naturally, near the top shelf. She knew the step stool she typically needed was a few stacks away and had no desire at the moment to abandon hope immediately to go find it, and so did the next logical thing and rolled to the balls of her flats to try to see if she could reach. She muttered curses under her breath as she elongated her arm as far as it would go and used the other to stabilize herself carefully on the shelf. With another irritated curse, she kicked one leg back in an effort to steady herself further and gain what she hoped was more than an inch (it certainly wasn’t) and have the leverage to ease the book into place. Right when she was about to finally give up with brow furrowed and muttered curses, she felt body heat at her back and a chuckle.

“Cara mia, let me help you with that, eh?”

Her lips immediately quirked upward into a startled smile as the book was whisked out of her hand and brought under the scrutiny of the familiar heterochromatic eyes she was finding herself so enamored with. She settled back to stand flat on her feet and turned to take him in as he eyed the label on the spine and his gaze flickered up to the shelf she had been reaching for. With a quiet “ah-hah!” he reached above her head, casual black button down rising above the waist of his pants to reveal a few inches of skin as he was just tall enough to slide the book into its proper place. She felt her cheeks warm: why the hell did that glimpse feel so sensual?

Copia glanced down at her with a warm smile, eyes twinkling. “Buon pomeriggio, cara mia. I brought you some afternoon tea that you like.” He punctuated the statement by gently jostling the small to-go cup in his free hand.

She bit her lip slightly to contain her growing grin. “Well, hello to you, too, Gomez. Thank you for both your help and the tea,” she greeted as she took the proffered cup. The invitation on her up-turned expression was plain as day, and he chuckled to himself as he surreptitiously glanced around to ensure their privacy before dropping his head down to press a light kiss to her lips. He was careful with how deeply he kissed her when she was at work; their rather memorable though-accidental make out session in the archives had left her with black smeared across her lips and whatever remained on his own patchy at best. He wanted to be cautious of her workplace, particularly as her comments about some of the “tolerant Christian” patrons of the library had him a bit concerned. She had proven to be quite the spitfire, but that didn’t mean he wanted to cause her any undue duress.

Rosalyn grinned as the butterflies in her stomach took flight as they so often did when he kissed her. “So…are you here for business or pleasure?” She watched that flicker in his eyes that suggested her tease and double entendre had the desired effect. Something about their relationship brought it out in her far earlier than she would have expected; she had to admit she loved the way she could watch the thoughts float past his eyes and occasionally hear the groan he tried to suppress when she was particularly forward with the comments. However, more often recently, she was starting to see a dark heat that warmed her core and promised so, so much…

Copia was convinced she was trying to kill him. And he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ah, Morticia, every trip to the library is at least some parts pleasure because I get to see you, si?” His smirk broadened as she playfully rolled her eyes and he spotted the telltale blush on her cheeks and the affectionate “cheeseball” she muttered under her breath. He was quite sure he liked this side of her the most. “But there is some business. I do need to take a few more notes from the archives for my lecture tomorrow and sermon on Sunday. Almost done, thankfully.”

She smiled and her head bobbed a nod. “Let’s get you going, then. You spending so much time here has really helped me keep up with the library emails,” she joked. As he settled into step beside her, briefly with that guiding hand on her back, they walked to the front desk in that comfortable close proximity they had become accustomed to. She sipped at her tea as she ducked under the desk to grab the key. Jessica greeted Copia with a “You’re very welcome” that had him chuckling. Clearly she had directed him to her in the first place. Rosalyn’s eyes rolled with good humor before escaping down to the archives.

As much as their lingering touches and stolen kisses made their visits so enjoyable, he did have work to do and so they settled into their usual routine. His notes were quick, antsy as he was to finish because he did, indeed, have a very important question for her. His leg had started to bounce a bit nervously the closer he came to finishing. He had made the decision to invite her some time ago, and he hoped she wouldn’t be put off by it. Inevitably, their conversations always held some curious line of questioning about the Church of Emeritus, and he never minded – sometimes carefully – answering her questions, but felt it was time she at least see it for herself.

With a few final lines added to his notes, he snapped the heavy book closed and took a deep, steadying breath for strength. He stood from the table, and found that she had already rounded the corner with that sweet smile on her lips.

“Already done?”

He smiled, and his gaze dropped for a moment as he watched her approach. “Um, ah…si…” While his confidence had soared significantly over the last few weeks, there were still certain things and ways about her that would inevitably make him nervous. Especially with the rather important questions…

And to what sometimes felt like his dismay, her intuition had a tendency to call him out when he was.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she smiled gently and took the book from his hands, smoothing the cover under her palm before holding it in both hands at her waist. Her head tilted and a few strands of hair flit past her face, an opportunity he took to softly tuck them back behind her ear. His gloved fingertips just brushed against the skin of her cheek and made her stomach flip.

“Rosalyn, I, eh…had a…had a question for you.” The interest gleaming in those radiant blue eyes prompted him to continue. “Would…would you maybe like to come…to Black Mass on Sunday? To listen? That is when I am giving my sermon about Hypatia and, well…” He felt the nerves start to rise as her gaze widened and he started to ramble. “I would offer for you to come to my lecture Friday but, unfortunately, classes are only available to members of the Ministry, and I just thought you might like to hear what I’ve been working on the past few weeks…Black Mass is open to the public, it does not mean you have to join and I promise no one will-…”

She laughed lightly and lifted a hand to his chest, effectively silencing him as he sucked in a breath. She could feel his heart beating quickly against her palm and smiled tenderly. “Copia, relax: it’s okay. I’d love to. You know I’m a little curious about your whole role in the Ministry, anyway, and what better way to sate some of my curiosities than to see it live and in person?”

He simply gaped at her for a moment, astonished that it was…that easy? “You…I mean…eh…really?” Her giggle made his chest and cheeks heat. The relieved delight easily read in his expression made her feel giddy and warm. She very much enjoyed seeing him so clearly happy, and the fact that she had some role in it brought her immense enjoyment. She felt herself blush as one of his hands clasped hers on his chest. “T-thank you, Rosalyn…I…although I am suddenly nervous for mass for the first time in a long time,” he chuckled awkwardly, though was still bold enough to lift her hand from his chest to press a light kiss to her palm. “Hopefully…hopefully you will like it.”

She stepped closer to him and leaned into his chest as he lowered their hands between them once more. She reached to the side to deposit the book on the desk, and then she pushed up onto the balls of her feet to kiss his lips. She leaned into him freely, pleased when he guided her hand over his shoulder and used his newly freed hand to wrap around her waist and pull her closer-still. She whined slightly and couldn’t help to let her tongue touch his lips. It was far-too easy to get lost in him and every sensation he roused in her. She could feel a gentle pressure nudging her back until she felt the edge of the desk he had been working at against her ass. She let herself slide onto the surface and he stepped in between her legs. One of his hands worked into her hair and coaxed her head farther up so he could better his leverage, and the other fell to her thigh and gripped. She immediately felt her panties dampen and her core clench. She really couldn’t believe she had managed not to have sex with him when she found herself turned on nearly every time he kissed or touched her…

A familiar voice cleared their throat from somewhere by the stairs. “Hey, uh, Rosalyn? Where you at?”

Rosalyn parted from his lips on a groan and let her forehead fall to his chest. They were both breathing rather heavily, though he couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled past his lips. Her glassy blue eyes met his and she huffed. “This interruption thing better not be a theme.” He laughed harder, but suppressed it long enough to press one more chaste kiss to her lips and squeeze her thigh one more time before stepping back and offering a hand to help her to the floor. “Jess, I’m over in the desks by the computer!” she finally called. She ran a hand through her hair to straighten it out some and try her best not to look like a teenager caught making out. Copia somewhat awkwardly started to gather up his notes and things, some cursing reaching their ears as Jessica finally rounded the nearest bookshelf.

“Jesus Christ, there you…” Pause, quirked brow. “…both are.” She shook her head. “Anyway, sorry to interrupt or…whatever. But there is a lady upstairs who insists that I’m not helpful and wants to speak to my manager.” Her eyes rolled followed by Rosalyn’s.

“Of course…I should’ve realized it was Karen Thursday,” she muttered. Her apologetic gaze turned to Copia who had already collected all of his things with a little chuckle.

“It’s fine, I should, eh, get going, anyway.”

Jessica cleared her throat again and drew the couple’s attention back to her as she smirked. “Not to just be the bearer of bad news, but, uh…” She gestured to her own mouth. “You, uh, might want to work on the black lipstick smeared all over your mouth…not subtle.”

She flushed bright red and immediately rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth and noted the black smudged across it. She turned and reflexively gaped at his sheepish grin and a gloved thumb reached up to clean up the corners of her mouth as he shrugged.

“Eh…I thought it was a pretty good look.”

She huffed and playfully swatted at his shoulder, before straightening out her blouse and the waist of her pants, a little too aware of his eyes on her as she did so. Their eyes met one more time, and she swallowed dryly at that glimmer of lust in his eyes and it took everything she had not to whimper. Did she really have to go deal with this woman…? The electricity she swore burned through her core every time he so much as touched her was becoming addicting…couldn’t she just kick Jessica out and go back to…

“Sunday, cara mia?”

She nodded slowly. “Y-yeah…Sunday…I will…I will see you then.”

He gripped her arm gently. “I’ll send Aether to pick you up, we’ll talk details later.” She just nodded a bit dumbly and he went to walk past Jessica to go towards the stairwell, nodding in farewell and blushing at her knowing smirk. Rosalyn exhaled and tilted her head back to let her eyes close as she tried to settle her reeling mind. His steps faded and the archive door closed and there was an immediate snickering from Jessica.

“…were you really down here making out with Hot Satan Man…?”

She groaned and sighed as she dropped her chin and turned on her heel to go collect the previously disregarded tome. “I thought we talked about you calling him that…” she muttered, and Jessica’s snicker turned into a cackle.

“You’re totally sulking right now! I’ve never seen you like this and I’m living for it. It’s nice to see you actually giddy and happy.”

The librarian smiled quietly to herself as she turned the book over in her hands before wandering back to return it to its appropriate shelf. “I…really like him, I think…and it’s…kind of overwhelming to feel like this after only a few weeks.”

Jessica’s teasing softened and she slung her arm around Rosalyn’s shoulder as they walked towards the stairs side-by-side. “I know you’re never gonna actually tell me when it happens, but I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you actually sleep together if mackin’ out like a couple of teens has you lookin’ all like this…”

Rosalyn’s eyes rolled and she nudged her. “What can I say? He’s…a really good kisser. And you had to go and ruin it to make me deal with fuckin’ Karen…”

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Reality Bites: Dazed & Confused (1/6)

A/N: First chapter?! Out now?! How? It feels so surreal to finally be sharing this. Ive held this story to my chest for over a year. If you want to(and I highly suggest you do) go give Beans version a read !@allaboardthereadingrailroad, I still cant believe we did this.

Warnings: Cursing. Drug use. Heavy Smut at the end of the chapter. Fingering. Penetration. Pet names. Minors, do not interact.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized Reader. Circa Season Three.

Summary: Sam Goody was the perfect job for the summer; inside the shiny new mall, your best friends a co-worker, and free music? What was not to love. That was until Steve Harrington got a job on ground floor at Scoops and flipped your “perfect summer”upside down.

Chapter One: Opening Time Down on Fascination Street

You smoke too much weed.

It’s a sentiment you’ve found yourself reflecting on lots of times. In English class last year when you were so high that you could barely remember the plot of Hamlet. At work, last week at work when a group of beyond annoying freshmen had plowed in; you’d had dozens of records to sort in their wake, and it had all been like a mahjong fever dream.

You'd never been so high that you couldn't function, your adventures in ganja land were all pretty tame- never leaning into psychedelic darkness or any of that other bad trip shit other people talked about.

Until last week.

No. Your brain rejected the memory that desperately tried to peek from behind the curtain of your subconscious.

No. No. You smoke too much weed. You and Bean were stoned.

It was a dog.

A dog that had left a dent the size of a fucking person on your hood. You flinch at the thought. Of both the dog you'd hit, and the damage to your car.

It was a just a stray dog. Or some assholes runaway….

A dog with no fur. Reptilian, and monstrous.

You choke on the memory- or maybe that’s the doobie you’d found under your seat.

When you can string together two breaths; you use the reprieve to reapply lip gloss and wipe your at your eyeliner because priorities. You cant stroll into work looking high, or ugly. Neither were viable options, obviously.

After desperate gulp of the stale sprite that’s been sitting in the cup holder for days, you’re out of the car.

Hopefully the floral-y Chloe that you’d drenched yourself in an hour ago somehow manages to mask the skunk smell that you know tends to cling to the woven fabric of your work Polo.

You pop a piece of gum and slide on a pair of aviators, contingencies.

The parking lot of Star Court is pretty tame- if you consider tame 50 cars deep. Before noon.

Ever since the Mall had opened its doors; they never seemed to close. It had become the place to be, a plethora of never ending activity’s and the residents of Hawkins we’re proverbial deer in the headlights. Or front grills- however you choose to look at it.

You’re just happy you’d scored a spot that wasn't a hike to the mouth of the food court.

Your feet phantom ache just thinking about the evening shift you’d worked a couple days ago.

Parking near the east entrance had it’s perks. The lot was always easier(since everyone wanted to hit JC Pennys and the Theater from the main) on this side.

And if the path happened to take you by a certain Ice Cream parlor, well. That was just an added bonus.

Making a work uniform look good is a feat. One even you don't think you quite clear. Half of your hair is pulled up high, hours of labor keeping it both straight and voluminous, and the sugar pink gloss you don is sparkly in the fluorescent plaza lights.

There’s nothing you can do about the uniform making you look like your body shape is Maytag Double Wide, though.

Your manager is a Nazi who refused to hear any complaints about the heinous sizing of the Polos. It wouldn't really be that expensive to get them tailored.

Ring corporate, call it a company expense.

Whatever, it's temporary. After summer…you'll figure that out come August. You wouldn't be stuck working in a Record shop for the rest of your life. Right?- God maybe you really should stop smoking, or like take a tolerance break because when did you get so paranoid?

Theres one place in the mall that you always get your jollies off; a sugar high and a show is always in store.

Steve Harrington had been Hawkins High’s superstar. There wasn't a sport he didn't play and you’d witnessed him in all of his various Jersey Glory for the four years of public high school-

So seeing him dressed in the fluorescent blue and red striped sailor get up that Scoops Ahoy required of him never failed to fuck your brain.

Aw, how the mighty had fallen. Hard.

You could barely take him seriously on any given day, but when he was wearing a glorified Dollar Mart Halloween costume? Well, if you cracked up every time you looked at him, who could blame you?

He’s standing at the front of the store, surprisingly not surrounded by either girls or his usual group of 8th graders. Both as odd as the other.

His arms are crossed over his chest and he seems to be contemplating something. Are there any thoughts in that pretty head other than what hair gel he should buy next?

When he notices you making your way to the escalator he perks up a bit.

“Good morning, Y/N” He greets with that grin. That charming grin- the panty dropper, so infamously named. You’d never been on the receiving end of it back in school but now he flashes it at you whenever he gets the chance.

You have to say, the sailor hat atop his fluffy head kind of dims its power.

Your traitorous stomach flutters in protests at that statement.

“Mmm, it’s nearly noon but good morning” Being casually uninterested is definitely harder to accomplish then Cosmo makes it out to be. “You seem totally spaced. Did the Junior Varsity squad decide not to come pay you your weekly visit?”

Instead of being offended, as usual, the snark just makes his grin widen. It’s so annoying.

Steve is unshakeable.

Unbotherable.

No matter how bitchy you get, how dismissive and annoyed you appear he just takes it all in stride.

“No, actually that’s scheduled for Wednesday’s, you cheerleaders are always very timely. Guess I gotta thank Coach Ross for those tardy drills”

“For one; Former cheerleader” you interject feeling a little too exposed by his teasing gaze “two; if it isn’t a lack of Pom poms that has you looking like- that. Then what is it?”

“What is what exactly?” He shoots back, the glint in his eyes telling you that he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“You know what, what is” You deadpan, not wanting to play into his game.

“No, please, elaborate”

God. You seriously have to muster every ounce of fucking maturity you have with this guy. It’s always like this when you talk to him. Rapid fire, back and forth. It feels chaotic and borderline childish.

You take a deep breath and force yourself not audibly groan at him.

“Steven, Why do you look like someone ran over your dog” you hope it wasn’t you- the other day. In the woods.

Does Steve even have a dog? Your conversations never last that long.

He chuckles and quirks his mouth, “I’m fine”

One manicured eyebrow raises and you push your sunglasses up into your hairline so that you can really assess him.

He’s kind of a horrible liar.

You’ve learned during the duration of the warm summery months. During the time that both of you had been employed at Starcourt. He was an itch you couldn’t scratch, a pebble in your shoe and some how some way the two of you always ended up bumping into each other.

The universe a pinball machine and you a simple sphere, constantly bumping and clashing into Steve’s presence at every turn. It was jarring. And loud. And you hadn’t quite found the angle or velocity that would keep your path Harrington free.

Eventually you’d get it though.

“Riiiiight. No seriously what happened? Did another kid puke up their Rocky Road- or worse” you mock gasp before going on “did Sally’s run out of Aquanet?”

“You’re a real dick, you know that” Steve shakes his head- not appearing any less amused. His brown eyes interested. Looking at you in a way that they never had before the summer.

It still makes you want to retreat. Head for the fort. Red flags, millions of them, might as well cover him from head to toe.

He shouldn’t look at you like that while calling you a dick.

He should look at you like that at all.

“If you must know- a friend of mine is going away for the summer and it just sucks, okay” He finally admits, the genuine disappointment apparent in his tone.

You open your mouth, to console him. Maybe. Probably.

What comes out instead is a small snort as puzzle pieces interlock in your head.

“Wait, you mean Dustin, huh?”

Dustin, your next door neighbor.

The dorky curly headed thirteen year old boy that seemed to be Steve’s best friend as of late. Steve was at the Henderson’s at least once a week and Dustin and his group of friends were at the Ice Cream shop once a day.

It was kind of cute, in the very weirdest way.

“Yeah, so?” Steve’s trying so hard to be nonchalant and you’re trying so hard not to bust out in laughter. “He’s a cool kid- and he was helping me with college essays, get an early jump on next year is the plan”

His ego can spare the lashing, I mean look at him. You’ll berate him later.

Dustin is a decently cool kid who you knew had gotten teased pretty mercilessly when he was younger for his teeth, or lack there of. You kind of appreciated that Steve was nice to him and didn’t bully him, which for the former jock, was a new theme.

“He’s going to be gone a month. I’m sure you can learn to live without him- and for your essays they’re really not that hard”

“Oh yeah? You breezed through yours, huh?” Steve looks interested, impressed maybe.

Or maybe he’s just bored.

“Yup” you lie. You hadn’t sent one in since before graduation. And even then, procrastination has slammed you sideways. There were no acceptance letters waiting for you.

“Well maybe you could help me with mine? If you had time we could like, meetup. I mean obviously not here. At the mall. Where were both employed-“

How did this guy score the masses of pussy he had, back in high school?

But most importantly, what was he trying to do here? Hanging out, outside of the walls of the mall? What- like a date?

No, your brain supplies. He’d never…

And if he did, it would have to be a part of some kind of joke. King Steve would never be caught asking a fat girl out. Que laughter and thrown tomatoes. Tommy H peeking from behind a puller with a camcorder

“Hard pass” you interject, quick and blunt “But good luck on your essays. See you later, Steve”

And with a very awkward half wave between the two of you, you’re off- the escalator carrying you up and away from the unwanted scenario.

If only you had an escalator for all of your issues.

You’re thinking about that very sentiment later in the day, five hours into your shift and 3/4ths through your sanity.

If you had to clean up after people’s kids one. More. Time. You were going to scream.

“Who brings kids into a record store anyway” You snark, having to put stacks of cassettes back in their proper home “Not to be a bitch, but I really wish forced sterilization was a thing”

Bean chuckles from her place behind the counter. The store had been pretty on and off- a normal Thursday.

“I’m pretty sure you very much do mean to be a bitch”

“I’m pretty sure those motherfuckers should legally not be allowed to have more children” that family of six had destroyed the whole kids aisle.

Another thing you protested. Why should we have to have a kids' aisle? You wanted to collect all the He Man TV Soundtack’s and throw them in the dumpster.

When you’re finished, you meet her behind the counter. It’s technically the two of you guys’ break but we’ll since the store was empty you didn’t see a reason to go navigate the steadily filling mall.

And Bean? Her head was buried in a book, the top of her dark hair visible as her eyes were plastered to the pages. It wasn’t an uncommon sight. Like at all. Bean was a Bonafide Nerd with a capital N and you kind of loved her for it.

What was uncommon though was her particular choice of reading material.

‘The Unidentified and Creatures of the Outer Edge: A Collection of Accounts by Edward J Rupplet’

The title is in bold silver letters. You bite the inside of your lip hard as you gloss over it.

Grabbing Strawberry Banana Orange Julius she had grabbed you on her lunch run, you plop down on the swivel chair behind the counter.

“Doing a little light reading?” You inquire as you stir at the thick smoothie with the straw. Voice strong- void of any of the anxiety you feel about her fascination with the subject.

Or at least you hope it is.

“Did you know that Indiana’s a hub for unidentifiable activity- that in the last fifteen years there’s been a surge in all kind of sightings around the state but especially around Roane County” she chatters a mile a minute.

The way she always does when that brain of hers is working faster then her mouth can.

“No I didn’t know that. Nor did I want to but thanks”

Bean looks up then “You can’t tell me that you still think we hit a dog”

“We did”

“The dent on your hood is the size of TV”

“A Great Dane then”

….”You know the brain does this thing with trauma, like universally, when an event is too traumatic for us to handle the brain process it through-“ Bean starts, slowly, dark eyes meeting yours over the lip of her book.

“The stages of Seven Stages of Grief. Yeah, I know”

“Well did you know that Denial is the first one?”

You give your friend a sharp glare.

“The only thing I’m in denial about is having to fix my fucked up hood. Uncle Elliots making me pay for it all by my self. Its going to be 200 dollars! How bogus is that!”

Bean gives you a look- one that says “I call you out on your bullshit”, without actually calling you out on your bullshit.

And continues to let you play it off.

As a good friend does.

Saturday, Summer 1985

You scan the note held to the fridge with a strawberry magnet.

In the city for the weekend, left money in the office. No take out!

Fix your car, lovey- or else I’ll let Hop write that ticket.

Kisses, Uncle Eliot

Your surgeon of an Uncle is out of town at least once every couple months. Confrences. Conventions- that’s lost to you. He always comes back from Indianapolis cherry as can be- and with gifts so it like, works.

The house is too quiet in his absence. It used to bother you, when you were younger, unacclimated. You don’t mind it anymore, being alone. The silence still sucks. But-

Watching TV at a mind numbing decimal will fix that.

There's a soft chirruping meow as Bowie, your big ragdoll tabby, hops up on the counter beside you.

“It’s me and you, baby. As usual” You kiss his wet little pink nose, and scoop him up, ignoring his indignant squawk as you cradle I’m to your chest, holding him like a newborn you trek down the stairs, ready to turn on something soapy.

It's your own fault that you're doing nothing but rotting away in the house on a perfectly good Saturday night.

Heather had called, inviting you to some afterhours thing they were doing at the pool. She was totally going to get fired if they got caught and her dad was going to rip her a new one- you reminded her of that fact,

But like, all the lifeguards were going. Which meant Billy would be there, so she had to be, too. Duh.

Ugh, you would never get the appeal. Billy Hargrove was so microwaved white trash. Half baked Motley Crue- at least Tommy Lee could actually pull off the mullet. You didn't get the hypefest around him.

“I guess” You try to be supportive, but the level of unimpressed you are is unmaskable.

“You guess? God, what's been up with you lately? This is the last summer before everyone goes off to school! I mean Tracys leaving for ASU in three weeks! This is one of the last times we’ll be able to get the squad together”

She's so excited for the fall, they all are. All of your friends dispersing like confetti around the country for school.

It makes your stomach churn.

Heathers words are sharper than she intended for them to be, and even hours later they are echoing heavily around your head. You can't let them go. Because by the end of the summer Tracy will be in Alabama. And Heather off to Pennsylvania.

Even Bean would be leaving, you comfort yourself with the fact that she’d still technically be in the state but fuck. She’d become something like your best friend since that faithful AP Lit class, and the impending countdown to her departure was ever present. Even if the two of you smoked yourselves silly, as you normally did, it still came up.

Her leaving. You’re staying.

And that damn dog!

Becoming one with the sofa while battling intrusive thoughts is not it.

You need to work through your chores, and honestly, you’d rather deal with shoveling out cat shit then shoveling out the hundreds of dollars that it will take to fix your car.

Both of which Uncle Elliot was expecting to be done by the time he gets home.

You’re shuffling down to the end of the driveway, a heavy trash bag swinging to and through as you bop along down the path. After threatening Bowie, emptily of course, that he was going to live in the garage from here on out, with his stinky ass.

It's hot and sticky; the Indiana summer not loosening its grip anytime soon and the tank top and shorts combo you don does nothing to keep you cool. You love first world amenities, and all you want to do is get back inside before you end up having to take a second shower and or be covered in mosquito bites.

The night is still, like most are in Hawkins. The stars bright and clear, no clouds in sight. The chance of precipitation slim to none, as the weatherman had cheerfully announced on the night time news report.

You try not to be scared, because you're a grown woman. Freshly eighteen, but eighteen nonetheless since the end of May. Grownups aren’t scared to walk down their stupidly long drive way.

Grownups don't get so high that they hallucinate monsters shaped like dogs, and if they do then they're grown up enough to know that it was just a figure of their imagination.

Why did your street have to be so dark? One of the few streetlamps had gone out in February. And still zilch. Shouldn't the city do something about this? Parks & Recs? The Zoning Committee?

You're wondering where exactly your tax dollars go as you lift the lid of the pail, swinging the bag-

It all happens in slow motion, but in the flash of an eye:

There’s a bang from across the street, and well- you’ve been jumpier than usual lately. Unfortunately for you, the curb decides it would like to stomp you. You end up flat on your ass, but not before your kneecap meets rough concrete.

“Mother fucker” You curse loudly, more confused then anything. Your equilibrium thrown off by the sudden fall.

“Oh shit- Y/N, are you okay?” The voice is deep and familiar and oh god. Why you?

What kind of karmic retribution had you been sent on this earth to repay?

And why couldn't the earth open up and swallow you, right now. Right at this very moment?

“Steve?”

Is all you can brilliantly come up with as the jean clad figure comes closer, out of the darkness. He’d dropped- is that a fence panel?- by his car, which was parked in front of the Hendersons.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you-” His hands are flaying the tiniest bit as he goes to lean down.

“Are you stalking me? What the hell are you doing here?” You cut him off quickly, scooting away a bit, then hissing when your knee stings. Of course youre bleeding, the skinning minimal, but deep enough that crimson rears up.

“Hey, chill out for a second- I’m not stalking you, I was finishing helping Miss Henderson do some cleaning up in her backyard and- you know what, I actually don't need to explain myself to you. What are you doing out here and why did you just use your driveway as a trampoline?” ugh god, why? Driveway as a trampoline? You’ll never recover.

You groan and fight the urge to bury your burning face in your hands. He’s just about the last person you’d ever want to see you literally ass down.

“Y/N? Did you bang your head or something?”

You're examining your bended knee, and no, it’s not bad at all. A little anti-bacterial and you’ll be fine. You need hydrogen peroxide for your soul right now, an ego cleansing, if you will.

“No, just my knee. I’m fine, stop Steve-” You slap his hand away as its extended to you, but he's a persistent little shit and just grabs your forearm instead “I’m fine”

“Cool. You’re fine. Can you not be difficult for like, a nanosecond and let me help you up so we can see if you really hurt yourself or not?”

“I just fell” You insist, because he’s being dramatic and you don't need him to mother hen you. Like ever.

“Yeah, and Robbie Cohen broke his ankle just falling during practice last year. Get up and put some weight on it so we can see if you really hurt yourself or not” he still hasn't let go of your arm and you know he would, if you really pressed the issue.

You should press the issue.

Instead, you sigh and hold your other hand out. Arms held out in a pathetic grabby motion.

The bastard has the nerve to chuckle about it.

You let him pick you up off the ground, and although he’s surprisingly strong, you refuse to allow him to take all of your weight. Absolutely not.

“Do you even know what a nanosecond is?” you insult him once you're standing, feeling defensive as he assesses your bare leg.

“Yeah, like a super second, right?” He’s kidding. Maybe? Before he tells you to step down on your right foot, balancing your weight on both legs. You dont scream out in pain, your knee doesn't buckle. Just like you thought, it's just a scrape. Probably not even deep enough to scar, but there is blood dripping slow down your leg.

“I think you're okay, but you should probably clean it up. I could help, if you need it. I know some gir-people are squeamish when it comes to blood” He catches himself on that girl comment, fumbling through it a bit, but in a weirdly pleasant way.

“My uncles a surgeon” You deadpan.

“Oh yeah, uh, I do remember that. My mom, her gallbladder, surgery you know” He nods, biting the inside of his bottom lip as though thinking pensively “I could still help you…if you wanted me to.”

It was a perfectly good Saturday night that you were wasting…

What it wasn’t supposed to include was Steve Harrington but well?

Universe; pinball machine. You: a tiny sphere at its mercy.

There’s a few sights you never thought you’d see,

Steve Harrington man spread on the round, mustard colored couch in your living room is one of them. It's such an odd sight that your eyes almost can't focus on it.

It’s either that or the glass of wine you're nursing.

There hadn't been much cleaning up to do, for your fucking scrape. But Steve had insisted you sit down at the kitchen table and let him play doctor. Neosporin and all, you’d had to will yourself to sit still as he touched you, finger tips grazing over bare skin.

Its just your knee for fucks sake. Just a knee- you'd repeated like a mantra. Acquaintances touch each others knees all the time. It’s fine. You don't even like Steve. He’s barely even an acquaintance.

You donned a Care Bear Band-Aid for your troubles, and a glass of wine, or two, for your nerves.

You’d been raiding Uncle Elliot’s liquor cabinet for years, and as long as you never finished anything off, he was pretty cool about it. You didn't dare touch the top shelf.

“It’s really 70’s in here, like…a time capsule” Steve observes, his own wine glass mostly empty in his hand. Another refill needed “But not in a bad way”

“Fabulous, right? My uncle still thinks he’s the dancing queen” He sniggers at that, taking another gulp “But he has this weird fear of second stores, so he, uh actually gets new furniture like reupholstered to look older”

“Ah,” Steve confirms “so it runs in the family”

“What runs in the family, asshole?” You turn on the couch, criss-cross applesauce, thick thighs on display because fuck it, there was no point in hiding them from him.

“How particular you are” he makes a broad gesture with his hands. At you. It makes you feel…seen. And you do not like it.

“What do you mean by that?” You glare, eyes focused in on him, his Adam's apple bobs.

“Don't get touchy, I just mean you are really picky. Like hair trigger picky”

“And you know that how? Because were friends?” The laugh you let out is cold, a mimic you’d picked up from Bean “Best friends? Since when? Never.”

“Bullshit, yeah, we aren’t best friends. But were friendly. We had all the same friends in school, we’ve been running in the same circle since we were thirteen”

Now you full on laugh because all of that hair spray he uses has to be affecting his brain. Clogged hair particles must lead to like brainwave malfunction.

“No Steve, we had friends of friends in High School- and any time before that you ran with Tommy H and all those other douche bags. I can assure you, you were not my friend. Like, at all”

You hate talking about it, acknowledging that there was a period of your life, before you’d learned to adapt, where you’d stuck out like a sore thumb. And where Steve and his friends had made you feel that difference. That distance from everyone else.

He’d bullied you, simple as that.

And he knew it.

It’s why at he couldn’t look you in the eye when the subject was brought up, why he palmed the back of his hot neck awkwardly and fisted the stem of the wine glass way too tight.

“Look Y/N, when we were kids. It was all so different and-“

“It’s fine Harrington, just stop” you snort because as much as you love to see him grovel, you can’t bear to hear him apologize. It literally makes you feel like you’re going to be sick, embarrassment makes your mouth water threateningly. “We’re adults now, it’s water under the bridge”

You do not and will not ever accept his pity, or his apologies.

“Yeah, right” he mutters as he takes a swig of his wine- and then looks at it and decides to down it all.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve been trying to be friends with you all summer. Since I found out you were working at Starcourt, too. It’s nice to have a familiar face around, you know? I don’t- I see the old group, run the rounds. Sometimes. But after I stopped talking to Tommy and we all graduated shit got weird” Steve explains, kind of. In pieces.

He’s the most obvious puzzle.

You don’t say anything because you get it. Shit got weird. That phone call with Heather earlier was weird.

You grab the bottle and top yourself off- Steve let’s you do the same to his glass.

“Shit has indeed gotten weird” you agree, “King Steve, hanging out with little ol’ me. We must be living in an alternate dimension”

He half chokes on his drink. “Stranger things have happened”

“Yeah fucking tell me about it”

“Keep getting me liquored up and you just might get lucky” He. Is. So. Cheesy. Good god.

This can’t be the same Steve that caused a full on riot brawl in the girls locker room.

“How’d you get so much pussy back in school with pick up lines like those?” You’re just on the right side of wine tipsy. The liquor makes you bold, makes you feel sexy and daring.

It also makes you want to kiss, but that part you can ignore.

Steve smiles, obviously entertained “You think I’m trying to pick you up? That’s a little presumptuous of you”

You want to tell him to spell presumptuous.

“Are you telling me you’re not?” You inquire instead.

He could say no. It’s a possibility. Maybe you’ve been reading this whole thing completely wrong. Maybe he’s really just been trying to make amends-

Or maybe he’s been looking down your top for the last half hour. You can’t say you blame him, the low cut coral tank top did make your tits look grade A.

Steve bites his lips a lot, when he’s nervous. When he’s turned on. Bright and cherry red and distracting.

“If I say yes are you gonna be a dick to me about it?”

You giggle, roll your eyes and scoot closer, leaning on your arms, your cleavage artfully on full display. “Probably”

“Then no, I’m not trying to pick you up” Steve protests, weakly. His gaze flicking fast between your face and your chest

Oh. He can not be this easy.

“My mistake” you shrug feigning casual. Well you hope. “I must’ve read the signals wrong”

You both know that was not the case.

The room is charged now, the energy thick and electric. Steve’s eyes haven’t left yours, fawn brown and searching. Like he’s trying to find a crack, some way in.

“You’ve really got this whole hot and cold thing down pat, hmm? On my break the other day you literally slammed your car door in my face-“

“You’re exaggerating”

“And now you’re being kinda slutty for me, Y/L/N” Steve informs you and it should not make your stomach lurch the way it does.

“I am not!” You protest, hating that word. Hating the way he’d said it. Hating the fact that you really, really want to jump his fucking bones.

“You are- it’s okay. I dig it. I know you can’t resist the Steve. Most women can’t” the words coupled with the tone on his voice sends you into a fit of laughter.

You can’t stand him, really. He’s so corny. He’s so annoying.

He is the worst most charming jerk you’ve ever met. The wine just makes it more apparent.

“For one you date girls not women Steve, shut up. And two, you said it yourself, you’re not trying to pick me up so it doesn’t really mat-“

You see it coming from a mile away.

All guys get that look, that really intense, almost scary one.

The one that means one thing.

Steve doesn’t lean in slow, doesn’t lead you into it at a snail's pace. One second he’s watching your lips move and in the next he’s abruptly covering them with his own.

Stealing the words from your mouth and the air from your lungs.

Your world tilts sideways.

It would be a bold face lie, to say you’d never imagined kissing Steve. Everyone in Hawkins has had fantasies about kissing Steve Harrington at least once.

The reality of it felt weightless and far away, down at the bottom of the discarded wine bottle on the coffee table.

He tastes warm, liquor sharp and flesh sweet, as you suck at his bottom lip.

Steve kisses like he’d played sports, confident of himself. Practiced almost, and yeah you bet he has had practice. Tons of it, His hands aren’t as sure as his mouth though, your body new. Uncharted territory. They hesitantly rest on your leg as he leans over you, inching upwards towards your chubby waist.

You bite his lip, hard, harder than you meant to when his hands get a little too close to going under your shirt.

He hisses, pulling away, tongue flicking over his bottom lip “No?”

“You first” you insist,

“Yeah?”

Your chest is pounding, blood rising in your ears and making it hard to think. You still know one thing though, you’re not showing him your body, yet. You’re not going to be vulnerable, first. “Yeah”

He just nods, yanking off his gray t-shirt, before leaning back down and kissing you until you’re dizzy, your fingers threaded in his thick hair, his thin hips snug between your thighs. It's humid between the two of you as your hands wander, cling, grope.

Every breath you take is of Steve and it’s stifling.

You whine, small and shakily as you pull away- the sound turning into a wet gasp as he kisses your face; nose, cheek, soft jaw and lands on your neck. Fingernails, Barbie pink, dig into his shoulder blades, all bare freckled skin when he mouths the tender skin, his teeth at play in a way that could make your eyes cross.

“Steve” you moan, as his mouth goes for your chest, you tugging at his hair not derailing him from completely ruining your tank top, wet with spit as he suckles on your clothed nipples single mindedly.

Can he not feel that you guys are about to lose your balance?

“Steve! Stop for a sec We’re about to fall, jackass” you warn him and he huffs, right into your cleavage before straightening up on his knees, both of you maneuvering for purchase on the couch. The tent in his jeans glaringly apparent.

“Wanna take this to your room?” He offers and really it’s smart. Your bed would be easier…

That also feels a lot more intimate and you can’t remember what you’d left out in your room. What hidden secrets were just chilling, waiting to be found.

“MmMhmm, I want to stay right here” you tell him, your hand tracing down his chest in what you think is a distracting manner. Steve nods, obviously game for whatever you’re willing to give.

“Wait” you still him with that same hand when he begins to lean back down.

He’s so…nice about it. Doesn’t protest when you say wait even though he looks like there’s nothing he wants to do less then stop. He doesn’t make you feel shitty or pressured, at least not in this moment. It’s weird. But you appreciate it.

You reach down to grab the ends of your top and wiggle yourself out of it, Steve helping when he realizes you’re going to have a little trouble getting it off while underneath him.

It’s scary, always, letting someone see you. A nervous, semi manic giggle trapped in your throat as he looks you over in the dim yellowish lighting emitting the standing lamp in the corner. You should’ve turned it off. You should get up and turn it the fuck off-

“Damn” he whispers, even though it’s just you two and an empty house.

The giggle breaks break free, your boobs giving a very gratuitous jiggle that has him making a sound, a throaty one as he buries his head between them.

“You enjoying yourself, Harrington?”

“Very much” he doesn’t pull up to reply.

You know the kinds of girls he’s dated- you don’t look like Cheryl or Laurie, and you sure as shit doesn’t look like Nancy Wheeler- but Steve doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s having a fucking hay day right now, his mouth and hands digging into your flesh.

You’re so soft all over, he can’t help but squeeze.

It’s a little blurry after that. From the wine and the hormones both. He pulls your shorts and panties off in one go- there goes his jeans. Flesh on flesh, so much friction it feels like it might start throwing sparks.

You’re shaking, pinned down underneath him with three of his long fingers buried inside of you when you’re able to put words to thought.

“Condom” you demand, voice going high as his hand pistons between your legs, his finger tips curling in a way that has you both arching towards him and shifting away from him because holy fuck that hurts so good.

“I don’t- shit, I think I have one in my car. You don’t have any?” His hand stills and you try to catch your breath, wracking your brain for something right now, which is pretty fucking hard with Steve knuckle deep.

You've got nothing. You hadn’t hooked up with anyone since before graduation.

“I don’t…” you whisper, shaking your head, bottom lip pursed.

His fingers slip from you with a squelch that isn’t as sexy when your moans aren’t an octave higher. And he huffs, exaggeratedly, before pecking you and hopping off the couch.

Its a- sight. Butt naked, dick bobbing. He's such a beanpole, but he’s hand to god hung down to his knee. Biting your cheek you try to determine whether you think that's hot or hilarious. A bit of both.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute” Steve grumbles as he shimmy’s clumsily into his jeans, and only his jeans.

“You’re lucky I’m so cute!” You holler after him as he all but jogs up the stairs and out the front door, a man on a mission.

Its a quick interlude- not even a full two minutes but it gives you enough time to run to the lamp. The shroud of darkness comforting, easing the awkwardness that was steadily building. With Steve out of the house and you left inside, naked, you're really starting to reevaluate things.

Yanking a throw blanket from the armchair, you wrap yourself in it before plopping back down on the sofa.

Steve Harrington is outside getting a condom.

Oh my god, is this real life?

You wish you could call Bean.

Your brain’s going a mile a minute as you stare at the dark ceiling when you hear the front door open.

It’s dark, but not pitch. Your eyes have adjusted enough that you can see him, bare chested a little out of breath because of what must have been a sprint to his BMW.

“Ow, fuck- Y/N?” Steve stumbles over a piece of furniture with a clatter, not familiar with your home’s lay.

“Come here before you break something” you urge, reaching out and tugging on him once your fingers link.

“What, like my head?” His knees hit the couch and he's going for his fly.

“No, something more valuable. Like a vase” it should sound more malicious, on any other given day it would, but right now you just can't muster it. Not when he’s taking off his jeans, not when he's back to hovering over you. How are his eyes more intense in the dark?

“You okay?” He asks, like he cares. Your chest pulls something tight, an artery block or something. Maybe your uncle was right about eating pizza.

You nod fast, humming a sound of agreement.

Steves gently as he pries the throw blanket away from your body “Yeah, you sure? About this?”

“I’m sure- i-if you are, I mean” fuck, its so uncomfortable. These moments before always are.

“I'm sure” his voice is so much steadier than yours. Asshole. You yank him down, hard, by the back of the neck.

Its lips and tongue then, teeth and shivering flesh. The furnace between the two of you cranked back up to a hundred as you perch your knees high around his waist, as he settles back into making you squirm, hooking you on the ends of his fingers, and then quickly switching to fast strokes of your clit until you- oh fuck you’re not going to, are you?

You come with a shocked whine, your core clenching something piercing and good and holy fuck you can barely believe it.

Most men can't even find your clit, much less make you come. It’s always a fumbling experience, where you end up getting yourself off for them. The fact that Steve had gotten it, on his own, on the first go?

This can not be real.

“You good, baby? That feel good?” He mutters in your ear.

Baby? What is life? Like seriously, what is this?

You feel shaky and out of it now, and if you grab his free hand and make him hold yours, you’ll blame it on the endorphins later. You need a tether.

“Y-yeah, fuck, are you going to put on that condom or not?” he thinks its funny, the way you can barley talk but still manage to be a smartass. You think it's annoying, how fondly he's looking at you.

You have to get that look off of his face, kissing him’s a good of method as any.

Steve’s still a teenage boy, one who can make you come, but still. Nineteen. He jabs in a little too hard, hits an angle inside of you that makes you gasp with pain, that makes the two of your bodies go into limbo, a hard attempt at figuring out just how you fit together,

“There?”

“A little to the left, yeah”

“There?” he asks again and you can't stop grinning because maybe he's not good at everything. Maybe King Steve isn't the pussy pleaser everyone thought him to be,

He gains his bearings then, straightening out and thrusting just right as his hand goes back between your still throbbing legs, tracing where your bodies meet and the almost inhumane sound that tears itself from your throat cant even begin to cover how fucking. Good. It. Feels. So. Good.

You didn’t expect to spend your perfectly good, Saturday night hanging off Steve Harrington's dick. But you can't say you regret it, not when he's moaning your name in your ear.

Come Monday morning, you make your usual trek to work, through the parking lot and the food court.

You don't stop when the neon sign of Scoops Ahoy comes into view. When Steve gives you a hopeful grin from behind the ice cream counter.

It’s easy to pretend you don't see it and continue on up to Sam’s, the escalator your forever savior.

You're good at pretending.

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winter-jay-official · 4 years ago

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Hey...

Sorry

#uhhhhh #yeah #ive been kinda absent recently.... my bad #i got some of my shit sorted out over quarantine and just the year overall and im kinda relapsing a little rn #which sucks bc that means im not going to be talking as much or just anything #idk...#ive been hitting my social limit for the week in like 4 days w/out a break pretty regularly this year #but its been 2 weeks and i hit my limit after like 2 days and havent had a single break... so thats not helping #not to sound shitty but the sharpie/red pen/whatever you want to call it works #hnnnggg i want to talk to people but i cantttttttt and its already bad bc i use a LOT of nonverbal signals in conversation anyways #this is just making it worse #its not helping that i keep reading slightly triggering content ✌ what can you do /s #all in all: minds fucking with me_hinders my already bad communication skills_i kinda wanna die_ but what can you do?#i also mostly got over my physical appearance shit over the last few years bug its back~#cursing in tags #dont rb #ask to tag #tw vent #vent tw

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can we ask what the rebellion au is about? :U im very curious abt it

u can have this smile

jk lol This is gonna be a long one and im just copy pasting it from a group chat so sorry if anything repeats or its clunky and messy in places :P

okay SO

evil queen celestia for this one, rules with an iron hoof, super corrupt and all that ponies in like the upper class mostly those who live in cities are clueless to this like ahhh our beloved majestic queen can do no wrong she is so loving and poggers<333 while regular on the street lower class ponies are struggling to live theyre being like run dry but no one really has any power at all to do anything about it. no one but princess luna. luna had spent her whole life looking up to her sister in the same way the upper class citizens have but one day her eyes were opened to the squalor and shit that ponies outside of those spheres had to endure and she was outraged. she tried to talk to celestia about it convince her to do something, to Change something! help the poor ponies who were suffering below! but celestia shut her down quickly. so luna, faced with no other choice, began to sneak out under the cover of her dark nights, get to know the common folk, and eventually begin to light the spark of rebellion within them. eventually gaining enough support cobbling together a sort of army of her own and with her at the head a war starts between celestia and luna

flash forward however many years maybe hundreds idk i haven't decided lol maybe like however many moons bc moons are ambiguous lol, but throughout equestria its become unsafe to just Live bc. uknow. theres a fuckin war on. the ponies that live in richer areas are safer, places like canterlot and manehattan are still under celestia's rule and are 'protected' and 'kept safe' under her while everywhere else is dangerous to be, these heavily fortified places are Rife with anti-luna propaganda, to the point where shes only known as nightmare moon and they believe The Princess Was Stolen From Us By A Curse Or Whatever That Turned Her Into A Beast!!! lol

celestia has made life miserable for towns and lower class areas, the places are patrolled by her soldiers and Anyone who shows even a glint of disliking the queen theyre punished or hauled off to jail so luna's ranks wont continue to grow

to combat this, hidden villages im calling 'forts' start popping up where ponies can go to hide and live in relative freedom, places where ponies can be recruited into luna's ranks, or sent back to if theyre wounded and unable to keep up the fight

the mane 6 (except twilight) live in the Sweet Apple Fort, founded by the apple family hidden just on the edge of the everfree forest, its set up right by where ponyville would be, applejack and big mac run the place, dash is the head of the guard, pinkie works under her as one of the scouts to keep eyes on perimeter, fluttershy and rarity work in the infirmary, rarity as a surgeon and fluttershy as a nurse, they take in anyone whos running from celestias forces (ive also for some reason got it in my head thats theres an illness running rampant and fluttershy along w the other nurses are overworked from having to take care of any ponies that catch it while also working for a cure, zecora is the head nurse of sweet apple) also trixie and flim and flam are wandering traders they all know the routes of where all the forts are, they trade goods and also information from place to place, for the right price of course..

twilight at the start of the au lives in fortified canterlot with her parents and spike, shes studying in the hopes to become a high ranking scholar under the queen, and celestia definitely keeps her eye on twilights work/progress

the main base of luna's operation is cloudsdale, a lot of the pegasi fled and left the place pretty much abandoned when the war began, but luna managed to take it over right from under her sisters nose and a lot of pegasi returned to help with the rebellion effort, parts of it have been magically altered to allow non winged ponies to get around the important areas up there (uknow like the runway on the race track in the time travel episode that spike was able to stand on its that lol) many pegasi stayed on the ground to keep supporting the forts that took them in though, hence why dash is still on the ground lol

the crystal empire has been completely cut off from the rest of equestria, the amount of refugees fleeing there to escape the war was getting too much for the kingdom to handle so empress cadence reluctantly was forced to shut it off (but dw her and shining do end up together in a side plot me and a friend hav just come up with >:])

because luna and celestia raise the sun and moon, luna has taken to using having the moon out as a sort of like? calling card i guess? that the rebellion is like on the rise like a We're Winning Kind Of!!! thing to let all of equestria know but celestia twists the meaning of it and uses it against her, like i said the cities are Full of anti-luna propaganda and because when luna is winning she makes it night/brings the moon out, celestia tells her citizens that luna wants to bring about an endless night, and thats sort of how the nightmare moon image comes about

the scenario in my head for the first "scene" i guess goes smth like twilight and spike are out late like at a market and theres a security breach, since canterlot is fortified any unauthorised entry causes the city to go into a tiered lockdown so say the exterior wall is breached, theres like 2 layers of walls and the castle that get shut down, and the market that twilights in is p much on the furthest exterior section so she ends up getting shut out and shes like !!!! UHHH!!! but just as shes like LET ME IN PLEASE PLEASE PLE and sees a form overhead, she sees wings, she sees a horn, what alicorn would need to be sneaking around.. oh shit. thats Nightmare Moon. they make Sudden eye contact and twilight and spike are like AAAAA and BOLT in the opposite direction Away from and out of canterlot

from there i think twilight thinks canterlot is under attack so shes like aw fuck i dont think we can go back there for now lets try and make our way to manehattan but they get completely turned around and end up in the everfree where theyre found by a sweet apple scout(pinkie) and brought back to the fort

if youve made it this far thank u sm have some image lol

twilights discovered in rhe everfree by pinkie, i think i might give her a necklace or smth that shows shes like. allied with the queen?? and pinkies like uhhhmmm okay come with me ^_^ and twilights taken to the fort and straight to rd and shes like i dont have Time for every random pony who wanders in pinkie! and pp is like mm. Looks at the sun thing and dash is like. oh. hm.. come with me... and takes her to aj and aj is like well hi what can i do ya for stranger :) and dash is like uhh boss... Looks at the sun thing and aj is like oh. and twilights like Can Somepony Please Tell Me Whats Going On Im Very Tired My Leg Is In Pain (she broke it lol) and Im Very Far Away From Home Please Please Pl and aj is like. Okay. (thank god she doesnt know what/where this is) UHHH Dash! can you take our guest to the infirmary get her leg looked at and give her and her. uh. lizard? a place to lay down for a while <:) n dash is like. for real? and aj whispers (just until i figure out what to do with her....) n dash is like okay Fine

twilights stuck at the fort for a while cus she broke her leg in the everfree like a dumbass and has to heal so she has to just sit there like haha im surrounded by nightmare moons forces Thats Fun but then realises that. none of these ponies r under an evil spell or anything theyre all just trying to survive.. :( and then she meets luna and shits it a bit until luna is like... wait i recognise you... and she apologises for scaring her and spike and getting her into this mess etc and twilights like oh. this is. shes just a pony and nightmare moon really is just a lie made up by big celestia lol

twi at first once that scene up top happens is like bro we Have to leave and spike is like. your leg is BROKEN we're staying here until its fixed and.. idk these ponies dont Seem to be under any spell... n eventually twilights like FINE fine but as Soon as my legs fixed we are getting directions to manehattan and fucking Right Off but then yeah eventually shes like oh okay being here is fine actually fuck celestia

aaanndd i Think thats all i have so far?

NO WAIT THE CMCS

because aj and big mac run the whole operation they probably go into protection overdrive over applebloom but since shes like entering her teen years its getting harder and harder to keep her safe bc she just wants more independence but they r so scared of losing her :( but she just thinks theyre treating her like a baby and that they dont trust her with anything so she keeps sneaking out and around to try and help out so she feels useful theres a whole big dramatic thing about it where her and aj are yelling at each other and its like "I AINT NO MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYPONY ELSE IN THIS FORT!!" "WELL YA ARE TO US OKAY?" kinda soap opera bullshit uknow you knooow

anyway its on one of appleblooms little outings that she finds and brings in Scootaloo who was wandering all alone, once shes in the fort they found out she was actually really good at figuring out ways of fixing things so they let her be just a full mechanic around the place (applebloom is mad about it lol but theyre still besties <3) whenever scoot has downtime she goes and talks dash's ear off and in this au dash is kind of a hardass bc shes head of the guard in the fort n stuff but w enough chat annoyance eventually becomes endearment Eventually and they do become sister figures :]

dearest sweetie belle... shes kinda fucked in the head lmaoo, bc rarity is a surgeon and she doesnt like to leave her side she basically grew up surrounded by like. ponies that have been Through Shit and she just is around gruesome stuff All the time so shes a bit kooky but shes entertaining for the injured soldiers n stuff

this basically sums her up lol

also aj and dash are married Get mad about itt lol

if you read all that im Kissing you on the mouth thank you so much lol, im drawing more stuff for this au as we speak so, keep an eye out for that :P

#mlp #mlp au #rebellion au #mlp twilight sparkle #mlp applejack #mlp rainbow dash #mlp pinkie pie #mlp rarity #mlp fluttershy #mydoodles #prays that this post doesnt fuck up praaayys so hard and good

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