#call this one fighting in a dennys parking lot

[fanmade-cores-competion]

ROUND 1

[area51-escapee]

Youtubers you have beef with less because of their problematic content (although the content is very problematic) and more because they’re just so fucking annoying

[unlikelypandahologram]

Reasons to ship every single version of MegOP

since Very Dumb Discourse™ exists about whether or not certain versions of this ship are valid, this is going to be THE most positive post about all versions of MegOP. refer back to this post for reasons to ship your favorite version of MegOP if anyone gets weird about it with you. now let us begin!!

G1: goofy '80s faction dads fighting each other in a denny's parking lot every week LET'S GOOO, that shit is fun as fuck. orion pax also totally had a celeb crush on megatron before megatron ruined that and shot him and his pals 😔 and there's a lot of angst you can add with megatron becoming galvatron and optimus coming back to life to see how much he's changed!

BW: it's the sheer fucking comedy gold factor of a newly minted college graduate and a terrorist dinosaur IMMEDIATELY singling each other out on a prehistoric rock and deciding to call their daily gang slap-fights the BEAST WARS, what iconic drama queens LMAOOOO. also, megatron made his final body in BM look like optimal optimus SPECIFICALLY to fuck with him, and that's just...incredible

UT: the fact that megatron CANONICALLY acted like a grieving widower over optimus after he died in armada is. amazing. never forget their absolutely insane obsession with each other that they can never EVER give up on played a direct part in unicron nearly ending the world <3

Bayverse: this is the one continuity of all fucking things that gave us the lore about megatron being prime's lord high protector. absolute galaxy brain writing from the tie-in comics. also these two would ABSOLUTELY have the messiest, nastiest, most brutal hate sex imaginable, and that's beautiful. <3

Animated: optimus being a rookie washout underdog and megatron being a super scary much older warlord is a really interesting and underrated fresh take on their dynamic! lots of fun to be had with exploring what their relationship would be like after megatron finally acknowledged him as his archnemesis, lol. also...age AND size difference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Prime: do i even need to say anything, i'm pretty sure that one flashback still of orion and megatronus being friends is responsible for birthing a million shippers for this pairing alone LMAOOOO. the bitter ex-boyfriends energy was TRULY off the charts in this show, it's a damn shame megatron never appeared in RID15

Cyberverse: same bitter ex-boyfriends energy but this time with dates at maccadams. megatron also dies encouraging optimus to beat the unhinged alternate dimension megs AAHH THE ANGST

IDW1: they're both depressed gay war criminals in this one who CONSTANTLY live in each other's heads rent-free and that's amazing, lmfao. also, megatron becoming an autobot means this is one of the VERY FEW continuities where it's not nigh impossible to figure out a way to give these two a happy ending together in fanon

IDW2: space date space date SPACE DATE. they were falling together and everything. megatron also LITERALLY tells optimus to open himself to him...to give him the matrix...yeah megs my dude i'm sure that's the ONLY thing you wanted from optimus "opening" himself. toootally positive, lol

G1 Marvel: megatron was SUPER fucking pissed and weird as shit about the time optimus died over a video game. it counts

Dreamwave: their first fight had megatron urging optimus to join him AND they disappeared together in a space bridge explosion once which is like, a fanfic-esque setup for them to be alone. also i'm pretty sure this is the continuity where optimus accidentally gave megatron a lobotomy, so...uh...potential for angst is to be had

SG: mirror universe!! evil crazy villain optimus with noble goody-goody hero megatron has so much potential for absolute chaos. bonus if you also bring in the normal versions somehow through multiverse shenanigans <3

KP: the only way this version of prime can redeem himself from the creepy underage human girl bullshit is if he gets a good hard dicking from megatron. next

Prime Wars: huge "ex-husbands go on a road trip with their disgruntled daughter" energy here. megatron also LITERALLY says "oh optimus, if only you could see me now" <3

Earthspark: again...need i say why? they're pals and working together from the get-go, what's not to ship??

Skybound: optimus literally wears megatron's arm. truly beautiful <3

TF One: it's not out yet but give it time. the entire movie is going to be about orion and d-16 being madly in love and tragically breaking up, baby!!

[pianokantzart]

I've discussed this briefly before, but I really do love the idea of Movie Verse Princess Daisy being an arena-fighting royal like Donkey Kong. While Totomesu and the other kings of Sarasaland handle a majority of the political matters, Daisy is on call to fight one-on-one battles in order to settle disputes, her main responsibility being to get as strong as possible and crush any opponent that's put in front of her.

It would definitely set up her character as someone who is spunky, tomboyish, and aggressively competitive compared to someone like Princess Peach. Peach, for most of her life, has had to balance both being the primary diplomat and the sole fighter of the Mushroom Kingdom. As a result she approaches everything cautiously, reserving violence as a last resort in order to keep things as simple and courteous as possible. Daisy, meanwhile, is always .5 seconds away from challenging someone to a fist fight in a Denny's parking lot.

[bibuckagenda]

Buddie fic where in an ambiguous earlier season (before bucktaylor?) Eddie is hanging out in his kitchen while he watches Buck cook. They’re having a good time, laughing together, when something sparks an unease in Eddie. A phone call? a visitor? A comment he just remembered? That makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of Buck by always letting him cook for them. That maybe it might be nice if Eddie actually learned to cook a dish or two to better balance their dynamic.

And he obviously thinks about going to Bobby or his abuela, but he can feel his chest tighten in embarrassment and Eddie doesn’t like the feeling nor does he want to examine why he felt too seen when he thought of going to the people he cares about, so he signs himself up for some beginner cooking lessons.

He tells no one and he feels incredibly uncomfortable when the entire class is filled with older women (think 50-60s). He’s incredulous at first because all of these women seem to know more than the basics and they spend a lot of the class gossiping about people he doesn’t know. He doesn’t mean to get sucked into the drama, he’s here to learn to cook!, but then Debra mentions her daughter getting into a fight in a Denny’s parking lot and Eddie feels like he’s listening to a bad telenovela and he can’t stop himself from opening his mouth and piping up with his thoughts.

At first he’s terrified as the entire group looks at him, but then Colleen, Midwest accent and one of the more sarcastic women, nods at him and goes on about how he’s right.

Soon Eddie gets dragged into this group and while he does learn some things about cooking, he realizes that he made friends. With people he doesn’t work with!

Eventually why he was there gets brought up and he gets clocked as being in love with Buck so fast that his head spins. He wants to freak out about it, but Georgia pats his hand and smirks at him before asking if his Buck is handsome. The others all cackle when he blushes, but after they see a picture of Buck after a work out and one with him cuddling Chris, all they can do is gush at Eddie.

He loves it. He won’t ever admit it, but he loves it.

So he spends two nights every week learning what a ragù is and teaming up with Paula in an attempt to convince Pam that she’d spent two decades too many on her deadbeat husband.

(And if Buck is surprised when Eddie cooks them pasta on a rare night Chris is with his abuela, and he blushes a pretty pink color that leaves Eddie lightheaded, well that just means he has something to tell The Girls tomorrow evening in between making pie dough and trying to get Lottie to admit she thinks Mr. Harris, her upstairs neighbor, is handsome.)

[kenni33]

Incorrect quotes brozone edition

John Dory: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl.... 
Bruce: .... 
Floyd: ..... 
Clay : ...... 
Branch: ..Who? 
John Dory: That's the thing we don't- 
*Everyone stares at Branch*

Branch: Where's Bruce, John Dory, and Floyd? 
Floyd: They're playing hide and seek. 
Branch: Where? 
Floyd: I don't think you get how this game works.

Branch: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. 
John Dory: This knife is actually a magic wand. 
Clay : Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. 
Floyd: *cocks gun* Magic missile. 
Bruce: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Clay: What does “take out” mean? 
Floyd: Food. 
Bruce: Dating. 
John dory: Murder. 
Branch: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Clay: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? 
Bruce: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. 
John dory: Three of us saw it, Bruce. How do you explain that? 
Bruce: *points at Floyd* Sleep deprivation. *points at branch* Paranoia. *points at John Dory* Delusional personality disorder.

Floyd: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Clay : Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Bruce: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

John dory: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

Branch: ...put it away.

John Dory: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? 
Clay: Maybe a bit tipsy? 
Bruce: Drunk. 
Floyd : Wasted. 
Branch: Dead.

Floyd: Look guys, I need help. 
Bruce: Love help? 
Clay: Financial help? 
John dory:Emotional help? 
Branch: Help moving a body? 
*Everybody looks at Branch* 
Branch: What?

John Dory : Guys… the principal just called—

Floyd: It was Bruce!

Bruce: It was Branch!

Branch: It was Clay!

Clay: It was me!

John Dory : Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Floyd: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call.

Bruce: It’s called connotations.

Branch: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty."

Clay: Great news! Language is now banned!

Branch: What do rainbows mean to you? 
Floyd: Gay rights. 
John dory : There's money. 
Bruce : The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood. 
Clay: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

Floyd: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Bruce: 'hottest smile'

Clay: 'Nicest Personality'

John Dory : 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Branch: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Bruce: What makes you all smile? 
Floyd: Friends and Family. 
Clay : Snacks. 
John dory: Victory and success. 
Branch: Face muscles.

Floyd: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! 
John Dory : You can eat a rock. 
Clay: Air. 
Bruce: The fabric of time and space. 
Branch: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. 
Floyd: You guys are not helpful.

[lemonandlime22]

Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you do a hc of how would sebek and malleus react to a really chaotic MC and how they would handle mc?thx!

Sebek and Malleus with a very chaotic Yuu

Warning(s): cussing,

A/N: HA!! this a rly funny combo, ty for requesting i hope ya like it!

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Sebek

Holy fuck-

I pity anyone who has to interact with you two simultaneously.

He thinks he's the calm responsible one in your relationship

but yall are at like the same level

your just plain chaotic and he's chaotic with a sick up his ass.

There's this one tiktok that I think can best describe how yall interact;

"do you know why I pulled you over"

"Osifer~ what's up popsicle man? how that stick, still up ya ass?"

Srsly tho

it's like the pot calling the kettle black type shit.

If your loud?

holy SHIT-

the whole school is going deaf.

I can see yall sword fighting in a Dennies parking lot at 3am

then going over to eat at waffle house.

Malleus

Perfect example of opposites attract

He's calm and put together and your well

you.

"they don't bite"

"YES IT DO-"

Lilia has offered to give Malleus that child leash he used to use for Sebek and Silver

he excepted-

you are now on a leash

not like that!

He loves your chaotic ness (?)

your his silly lil child of man

just a silly little guy

that just lit something on fire....

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Four of the SWKs are wondering what's so great about being in a relationship. Only to fall one by one while are planing their own weddings, which I find funny and ironic. They really went from zero to a hundred the second their own LEM came into view.

Also while you did mention Peach commits public indecency and Dasheng fights to the dead when love rivals enter, I can just see all of them (except for the kids) doing either or both depending on which SWK.

LMK/Peach: "I will make this story 18+ if you don't stop looking at my husband."

HeroisBack/Dasheng: "So you has choosen death."

Reborn/Smokey: "DIE!!! Oh wait... he might reciprocate? k imma listen to sad pipa tunes in my room for a bit..." If the affection is unwanted he goes for the throat, if Liang seems to be into it Smokey gets a bit sad (self-esteem is not great).

Netflix/Cherry: "Imma smooch my bf so much, it'll make everybody comfortable!" Uses his clingy touch-starved affection to make it clear to possible love rivals that his Olive is off the market.

NewGods/Ace: *laughs in multiple centuries of marriage* "Just try."

Meihouwang/Shihou: *chanting to self* "I wont get mad, I wont get mad, I won't-" *sees love rival touch Mihou's shoulder* "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MIHOU!!"

2000sCartoon/Ganzhe: "Good for them." :) Secretly feeling a little weird but is glad his Spice is finding themselves more meaningful relationships.

Smash/Starfruit: Posts a bunch of heartbreak memes until his LEM responds by calling him an idiot. Then he goes on media blackout for a whole day with nothing but a suggestive post the morning after. Otherwise meet him in the Denny's parking lot.

[monsieuroverlord]

Hellverine #3 Thoughts:

No.

Okay, but seriously though. I keep hoping one day that Marvel learns their lesson and actually treats Akihiro with respect, but today is NOT that day.

My last hope is that final issue comes in clutch (and I'm very likely gaslighting myself with this), and the writer pulls some bullshit out his ass like Logan having to fight Bagra-Ghul and then wins Aki's soul.

(I mean, the adamantium armor ~conveniently~ reactivated Logan's healing factor in the Wolverine Finale, why not?)

Then Akihiro is fine and stays far away from Logan for the time being.

Summary:

The issue basically opens with General Harms' backstory. He was a soldier, commander of a shadow unit -- stereotypical, vague American black ops plotline. He was a nasty dude who did nasty work in the name of U.S.-branded freedom.

On one mission, he tracked the families of enemy fighters to an ancient church, came in contact with a demon skull, got shot then infected with demon magic and now is a soldier of hell. But also the U.S. Government secondly.

We go back to the pages we saw in the preview, where Logan gets a bike from the family of one of the hellfire destroyers (now dead) and rides off.

We shift back to General Harms, where he is called to deal with an incident in the Pentangle-demon-hellfire-whatever-its-called lab.

The lone survivor of the unit that became the Hellfire Destroyers showed up, mostly by calling in a few favors. He eventually volunteers to become a Destroyer as he feels he's the only one who can reign them in. They've never tested a living subject before, so it could go any which way.

Our scene then turns back to Akihiro, where he's called to Washington DC, and ends up doing a stakeout on top of the Washington Monument, waiting for demon signals.

Then back to General Harms and Madame Secretary, and she's telling him to get it together or he's ending up forgotten in federal prison. The Hellfire Destroyers show up, attack, and manage to kill the Madame Secretary. General Harms is caught, but Hellverine/Akihiro shows up and kills one, leaving only one left.

General Harms is a douche-canoe and shoots Hellverine/Akihiro with a fancy holy water bullet.

Hellverine/Akihiro lets out a high-pitched, agonizing scream (that only every dog within a 50-mile radius and Logan can hear) as he escapes, which alerts Logan.

Logan shows up, and because Logan was the OG host, the Hellverine transfers over to him, leaving Akihiro an empty husk.

Akihiro also says all of two words:

Thank you for the tragic "Dad," that was depressing.

And I'm sincerely hoping this is just a one-off thing, but he's referred to as "Daken" again:

Goddammit.

My Thoughts:

Bravo for managing to find a way to disappoint me further. The bar was already on the dirt floor and they really handed me a shovel and a one-way VIP ticket to hell with a scenic view.

But no seriously, I don't care how they do it at this point. I don't even care if its "bad" writing.

Just have Logan fist-fight the demon in the back of a Denny's parking lot for Akihiro's soul and I'd be happy.

The demon Bagra-Ghul is supposed to the "Great Stitcher" or whatever. Do it again.

I just -- three issues and he's dead again. We've seen this so many times before (latest one less than a year ago). Its so much the same song and dance. I just want it resolved and over with.

My predictions for the finale:

-- Big showdown -- OG Hellverine/Logan vs. General Harms vs. Hellfire Destroyers -- Logan wins because its his book.

-- the "living" Destroyer manages to talk his comrade down and all is well somehow. Either the dead one returns to death. Or they become independent crime fighters fueled by hellfire rage. Either long-term or they destroy the pentangle from within then die. Maybe the living one also intentionally chooses to go to hell to join his buddies.

--General Harms is consumed by the demon fully and sent straight to hell, likely because the demon turns out to be the "real target" of Bagra-Ghul, just waiting for the right moment.

MY BIGGEST HOPE: there's some bullshit, where Logan wins the big showdown, and the demon Bagra-Ghul, even more twisted into a force for good and eating evil, leaves Logan and as thank you, restores Akihiro to life.

All loose threads are wrapped up all nice and tidy just like X-Force and Wolverine were! The End.

Like seriously, haven't we proven Akihiro is popular enough to sell a book? Both issues of Hellverine went to 2nd print. AND, before it came out and the big spoiler was revealed, I read a lot of comments dismissing it as too gimmicky.

Wolverine as a character is very oversaturated. The loyalists pre-order naturally, but its not common that his books go to 2nd print just because of the volume of variety. So clearly this book is something that piqued people's interest and I don't think Akihiro played a small part in that. That's just my personal opinion.

Also, also, we got X-Factor, Marauders, and then Alpha Flight for a bit. At the very least, Aki has a decent enough following. This is just insulting.

Anyway, I'm going to go lay down in the middle of the road or something. I'm so damn tired.

[shiorimia]

Team Star's Bullying: Reimagined

So I finished SV and while I LOVE Team Star, their backstories were lacking IMO. Bullying playing a huge role in how they became friends was a great idea, because it’s so relatable! But the game’s reasons for them being targeted basically amounted to “they were bullied because THEY WERE TOO COOL 😎” which was hard to take seriously...

SO I wrote my own ideas for why each Team Star member was targeted at the academy! Enjoy-

(CW for mentioned bullying and homophobia)

Canonically, Mela was bullied for…being too cute? I’ll expand on that. 

Mela is a very pretty girl, even without any makeup. Her natural beauty and (at the time) soft demeanor caught the negative attention of a clique of girls, and they pretended to be her friends. 

Mela eventually told them that she was actually bisexual (having a preference for girls), thinking she was in safe company. The clique IMMEDIATELY spread this private info around in a negative light, claiming that Mela pushed herself on one of the girls. Mela got in trouble and she felt complete betrayal and heartbreak over the actions of her so-called “friends”, who had just wanted dirt on her. 

The bullying and gossip that resulted from this situation caused Mela to completely close down, steel her heart, and keep others at arms-length with fiery threats and emotional glares. She underwent a complete transformation in order to protect herself from being hurt again.

Giacomo actually used to be somewhat of a bully himself, in an attempt to fit in with the other students. He would taunt and goad others to impress his shitty ex-friends. 

He ended up becoming the scapegoat when one of the bullying victims had a breakdown, and all of his friends pinned the blame on him when the teachers interrogated them. After this, he was quickly shunned at the academy and was surrounded by rumors and gossip. 

Experiencing the effects of bullying firsthand made Giacomo realize what an asshole he'd been, and that his old 'friends' weren't so cool after all. He still feels immense guilt for the things he did in the past, and works to make up for it by being overly protective of Team Star. 

Seriously, he will NOT hesitate to throw fists. He will beat someone up in a denny's parking lot just for them.

Ortega is, obviously, on the feminine side and very short. (which is apparently a huge deal for men…) He quickly became a target for being "girly", short, not masculine enough, and rumors that he was gay spread like wildfire. Ortega's love of fancy outfits only added fuel to the fire. 

This made him extremely self-conscious about his identity and his appearance, and caused him to develop a short temper around others. Despite his fuse and tendency to lash out verbally, Ortega doesn’t actually like initiating physical fights; they make him anxious and scared from past experiences. He relies on his silver tongue to shut down jerks.

Ortega often bottles up his emotions and puts on a smug facade, because he believes he has no right to complain or feel upset, considering his wealthy upbringing. While Ortega still has a bratty attitude with the rest of Team Star, he's much softer around them and cares about them….though he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

Eri's bullying involved her body. Society is incredibly harsh on girls who don't fit the "mold", so to speak. Girls are expected to be short, soft and skinny, otherwise you're immediately outcast. Eri, being big-boned and much taller and more muscular than most girls, was the target of many vulgar and gross comments.

Eri, despite what others thought, DID take these insults to heart. She had always been a caring, motherly person, and was sad to see that this is what others thought of her behind her back. She dealt with these feelings through Pokemon battling and training herself until she was too tired to think.

Despite her intimidating aura/stature, Eri does not like to participate in violence unless absolutely necessary. She knows her own strength, and doesn’t like hurting others. She will not be taunted into a fistfight by some random student, as she KNOWS they’re goading her. However, if someone lays a hand on one of her friends, she will not hesitate to fling them into a wall.

Atticus was always an odd person who stood out. His interests were unique, even as a child. Being neurodivergent, the way he expressed himself and communicated was different. Having a love for art and fashion, Atticus was drawn to the more unique and unsettling themes in the industry. He loved to wear makeup considered "creepy" and wear outlandish, fantasy-like outfits. 

He was immediately known as "the weirdo/freak" and was avoided, amongst rumors that he acted creepy towards other students and claims that he followed people around like a stalker. None of which was true, but still resulted in Atticus being alone. He didn't particularly mind…really.

Much like Ortega, Atticus dislikes physical fights. He knows his limits and capabilities. Why bother punching someone when you could recite poems on how pathetic and slimy they are? Or point out how ugly their haircut is?

[usaigi]

Please vote for Matt in the @catholic-character-tournament because he's the best and most realistic representation of what it means to be Catholic. Someone who's been punched and bet and crushed by life but still gets up every day to try. No, he's not a nun like his competition but he's not less devoted because of that. Not everyone is called to service. In the day he works at a defense lawyer to help people. Not for the money but to help people not get screwed over by the law. And at night, he dons a mask and beats up assholes when the law fails them. Is he perfect? No, that's the point. Matt is a broken man who is just trying his best to do well and live like Jesus.

He fully embodies the Catholic doctrine of faith and good works. He has faith in what he's doing even if others challenge him. He believes in forgiveness and repenting even when going up against "the devil."

"The people you murder deserve another chance." ... "No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob." "You think God made you a one-man firing squad. But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down."

Daredevil Season 2 Episode 3

He (tries) to love his enemy. He believes in Elektra and Frank and maybe Dex and their ability to change. To be good. And when he can't, Matt refuses to compromise on his morals. While not quite "turning his cheek" he never scoops to their level. Because they don't get to destroy who he is.

Daredevil Season 3 Episode 13

All he does is for the love he has to his neighbors, his community. He loves New York. Not for self-fulfilling needs or for the money or for the fame. He does it because he believes in justice. Because the law was created by humans and is inherently sinful.

"But his competition met God and was disappointed and blah blah"

Daredevil is more grounded (at least the show, maybe less the comics). So now, Matt doesn't met God. But he sure gets mad at him. All of season 3 he angry at God for all the trauma he expired.

"You see, that was me, Sister. I suffered willingly. I gave my, uh... sweat and blood and skin without complaint. Because I too believed I was God's soldier. ( chuckles ) Well, not anymore. I am what I do in the dark now. I bleed only for myself. ( scoffs )" ... "You might hate God right now, but the feeling is not mutual." "No, I don't hate him. I've just seen his true face, is all."

Season 3 episode 1

As a Catholic I don't really want to fight God in a parking lot. Well I do but not in the same way that I've understood (primarily Jewish people but probably other Abrahamic religions) want to fight God in a Denny's parking lot. I want to yell and scream and cry at God and for the feeling to not be mutual. For Him to never stop loving me. As long as I have faith, He will reach out his hand.

Anyways vote Matt.

[spiced-koi-friend]

Parking Lot

Crimzon Ruze x GN!Reader | TW: bug, weapons mention Words: 1375 | Rating: PG

Ruze had offered to take you out on a date, although he had refused to call it that. A “non-friendly public coexistence” was his exact wording, although the blush on his cheeks when he had asked you settled your nerves. He’s never been one to confront his feelings with anything other than Zephyr or a box of matches, so the note with a “hate poem” in it was extra adorable. It read as follows.

I don’t entirely hate you.

How dare you.

Meet me in the Trader Joe’s parking lot.

We will fight to the death.

Prepare to die, nerd. 

It was hard not to laugh when you read it, giggling behind your hand as his face turned bright red. You called him “Rouge” and there was a brief moment where you thought he was either going to disintegrate or kill you on the spot. Fortunately neither happened, and here you are getting ready for your “fight to the death”. You grab yourself a tote bag, hiding a knife in there along with your wallet and keys, just in case. Never quite know when it comes to Ruze. 

You pull into the parking lot, which is surprisingly empty. It’s not hard to spot him leaning against the hood of his car, fiddling with a lollipop in his mouth. You close the door to your car, smiling at him as you catch his attention. He grumbles, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His outfit is very punk, a muscle tank with a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and chains all over. A glance at his shoes makes you realize why he seems taller than normal, wearing pretty tall platform boots. Even come with bonus spikes. He tries to seem disinterested in you, but it’s clear he’s excited to see you by the blush on his cheeks, poorly hidden by his sunglasses. 

“You know, it almost seems like you’re trying to avoid being recognized here. Which is funny, considering you chose for our fantastic battle to be here.” “Oh well, too many fucking weirdos in the Denny’s parking lot. Didn’t want to have to fight them for enough space to fight you. Waste of energy.” “Uh-huh. And where’s your weapon, tough guy?” “Don’t need one. I am a weapon.”

All you can do is chuckle, rolling your eyes as you lean against his car as well. Ruze glances off to the side, and you can visibly see the wheels turning in his head. “Well, why don’t we go in and investigate the inside, gotta make sure we weren’t followed by any of those other fucks.” “Mhmm. That’s why you wanna go into the store.” “Glad you understand. Let’s go kick some ass!” He cackles, hopping up onto his feet as he starts walking towards the store. His first few steps are him walking backwards, trying to match your pace so you can walk together. He cracks a few jokes, lighting up when he gets you to laugh. You make it into the store, grabbing a basket. He immediately snatches it from your hands, looping it over his arm so you can’t steal it back. “I should carry it, gotta show everyone I’m a big strong man.” “Ah, thank you Mr. Big Strong Man.” “You’re welcome! You should thank me more often.” He cackles, letting you check out the front display as he tucks some flowers into the basket. 

“See anything ya like?” “Thinking of getting some of these maple cookies. They’re pretty good.” “Get two.” He snatches the boxes from you and tosses them into the basket, adding in a tin of maple spiced nuts as well. You try to peek around him into the basket, to which he quickly spins so you can’t see the flowers, being a bit of an ass about it. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no peeking!” “Peeking at what? My cookies!?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You glare at him, which just earns you a cocky grin. You continue walking through the aisles, getting other snacks and things. You spot the Jojo plush, not telling him as he’s heavily invested in the various cheeses they have on display. He grabs a few of them, making enough of a selection of foods you realize you could probably make a solid charcuterie board with it all. Maybe that’s the idea. You grab a bottle of wine, handing it to him as you get in line. He places the basket down for the cashier to check out, and you mention the plush to them. They ring the bell, handing you a sticker. 

“You didn’t mention it to me? I’m hurt.” “Oh hush, Mr. Big Strong Man. You really want a sticker that bad?” “Maybe it’s a manly sticker! Maybe I do!” You laugh, handing him the sticker. He blushes, sputtering for a second before mumbling a “thank you”. Ruze shoves it in his pocket, not meeting your eye. You catch sight of the flowers, it now being your turn to blush. The cashier, your unwilling third wheel, hands Ruze the receipt and makes it out of the store with all the bags in his hands. Seems that he is a one-trip grocery man. 

“Seems like we have to take our battle to the park. You alright meeting me there? Can’t reveal my preparations to you before we fight.” “Sure, I’ll meet you at the park.” Ruze seems rather insistent on walking you back to your car, making sure your doors are locked before he jogs back to his, and driving off. You wait a few minutes, watching him get out of the parking lot before following him. If your suspicions are correct, he may want a few minutes to prepare for the picnic. When you know he’s out of sight, you drive over to a nearby pawn shop. You’re not sure what you’re looking for, but when you spot a taxidermy rhino beetle display, you knew you had to pick it up. A quick dip into the dollar store gets you a gift bag and a heart balloon, hopefully that he doesn’t try to pop. 

You meet him at the park, seeing him with a whole picnic set up. He looks at you, surprised at the gift. You set it down next to him, smug at how you’ve managed to fluster him. 

“Open it.” “The fuck did you get me!?” His surprise is very quickly overcome with pure excitement at the beetle, immediately going into a full hyperfixation explanation about beetles and how they fight each other for dominance. It’s hard not to find it cute, just eagerly listening as he rambles about it. You both start snacking as you talk about various things, all rather enthusiastically. After a while, you both realize how long you’ve been talking for, and how much you really enjoy each other's company. You pour the two of you some wine, laughing together about some of the shenanigans you could get up to if you continue to be unsupervised. 

As you lean back, your hand rests on top of his. He stops mid-sentence, staring at your hand, glancing between it and your face. Ruze’s face turns as red as his wine, placing it down to hide behind his other hand.

“Y’know, I kinda like you.” “I… don’t hate you as much as other people.” “Do you think we could do this again?” “Maybe… if you want to.” He hands you the flowers, which he put into a vase for you.

“I think I would.”

The two of you stay out in the park until the street lamps turn on and the moths begin to dive bomb you. Ruze tries to shield you with his jacket, offering it to you as you shiver. You pack the food away, placing it in the back of his car with the exception of your box of cookies and flowers. He walks you to your car, and refuses his jacket when you try to give it back. “We’re seeing each other again, right? Just give it to me then.”

He jogs away before you can argue, pumping his fist a little before getting into his car. You watch him drive off before pulling out yourself, wondering what parking lot he’ll want to fight you in next time.

[soopertiddies]

I'm so glad you're watching glee because I love your takes and I feel like glee has an effinophobia problem when it comes to kurt

Glee has a HUGE effeminophobia problem when it comes to Kurt and a lot of that stems from ryan murphy being a bitch (and he has a huge biphobia problem and it's very present in the show).

Like, if I could I'd let Amber, Dianna and Chris fight him in a Denny's parking lot for the way he treated them.

Let me preface this by saying that I was a huge glee fan in 2012 and I was in the trenches for Kurt Hummel at the age of 12 on this godforsaken website. This is my first time re-watching this show since it ended in 2015 and I didn't even watch the last season and probably won't be watching the last season so I can maintain the illusion that it simply does not exist.

I've seen the thinkposts from people who watched it for the first time and think Kurt is a "stereotype" and I always thought that was the dumbest thing i've ever seen because to me he was the blueprint. He was the first queer representation i'd ever seen on primetime television and helped me come to terms with my own queerness.

And there was even a big difference between how they treated Kurt vs. the other gay characters on the show. The biggest shining example was in season 1 with Kurt's crush on Finn.

When I re-watched this, I saw a teen who had a helpless crush on another teen. Was it a little cringe? Yes. But also his character was like 16 so that's prime cringe time. But GOD the think pieces on this. Calling him a "predator" a "creep" saying that Finn was JUSTIFIED in practically calling him a slur. What Kurt did was not worse than what any other character had done on that fucking show.

(Rachel coming on strongly to Finn, Rachel going to Will's HOUSE because she had a crush on him, Quinn lying to Finn about the baby, Mr. Schue in general)

But Kurt was the only one who had lasting consequences, like being told he couldn't sing a duet with Sam because he didn't know "when no means no".

People will go OUT of their way to demonize kurt's character and to me it looks a lot like people love queer character's until they don't fit the mold of what a queer character SHOULD look like. They like the "hot" "manly" gay guys and since Kurt doesn't fit that, he's not worth defending.

Anyway, I went off on a tangent and I'm not proofreading this and I hope I stayed somewhat on topic! Thank you for the ask! (If 12 year old PJ saw this post idk if she would be disappointed or proud).

[holfelderwrites124]

Severed Threads

Chapter 4: Hospital

(Chapter 3: Fights and Fainting)

Aisha locks the apartment door behind them as John helps Ian down the hallway towards the exit. The two of them move at Ian’s pace, which is a slow, halting one so foreign to Ian’s usual purposeful stride. Aisha can tell Ian is trying his hardest to keep it together, but one look at his pale, pinched face tells her all she needs to know: he is not feeling well. John keeps one arm wrapped around Ian’s waist as he guides Ian through the doors and to Aisha’s car.

Aisha snags the keys from John as soon as he unlocks the car. “I’m driving.”

John glances at her, surprise on his face. “You two are closer. Ian probably wants you back here.”

Aisha gives the two of them a wry grin. “Yeah, and you’re the EMT. If he goes down again, I think we’ll all feel a lot better if you’re back there with him.”

John nods, conceding her point. “Ian?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ian mutters, his words slurring just a bit.

John makes an unhappy face at Aisha, then gently prods Ian into the car. Once everyone is settled, Aisha turns the car on, backs out of their parking spot, and they’re off to the hospital. They ride in silence for a few moments, and then John’s training kicks in. He doubts Ian would admit to being a victim of domestic abuse in this situation — he’d claim that he wasn’t hit so it doesn’t count. John has been on enough domestic violence calls that he knows the line between hitting and hurting is nothing but a mark in the sand.

“Ian? How are you feeling?” John keeps his voice soft, comforting, non-confrontational.

Ian rolls his head to look at John. “Okay, I guess. Dizzy.”

“With the dehydration, I’m not surprised.” John curls his fingers around Ian’s wrist. “Your pulse is still pretty fast, too.” He studies Ian for a moment. “Ian, you know I have to ask. What happened?”

Ian stiffens, a slight enough movement that most people would have missed it. John’s done enough of these interviews to clock the change in body language. Ian side-eyes John, then glances away. There’s guilt in his eyes, guilt that breaks John’s heart. From what he’s heard and seen about the McCartney’s, John is pretty sure that Ian has done nothing worthy of the heartbreak on his face.

“Ian, you can’t keep this inside all the time.” John lightly squeezes Ian’s wrist. “We’ve got your back, Aisha and I.”

Ian studies John. “I told you,” he murmurs. “I … I pissed Abby off.” He shrugs again, glancing out of the window. “She got mad and … told me not to come back … for a few days.” He gives John a wry smile. “It’s my own fault.”

John shakes his head. “If you’re living with Abby and Dennis, they shouldn’t be kicking you out of the house, no matter what you did or didn’t do.” John takes a slow breath. “What was it about coming to see us that made Abby mad?”

“She just … she doesn’t like it when I spend time with anyone other than them.” Ian sighs. “And I … phrased it wrong. I said I wanted a night off, and that … made her mad.” Ian scrubs a hand across his face. “I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

John has something to say about that — namely that Ian’s phraseology is the least of the problems with this situation — but he can tell Ian isn’t in a space to receive that right now. Instead, he opts for another question.

“Where have you been staying, then, for the last few days?”

Ian glances at John, with more fear in his eyes than John expected for such a simple question. He’s not sure why Ian looks so frightened — how hard is it to admit that he was staying in some random hotel in the city? Or even a rental apartment or something like that — no matter how much money Ian had to spend, it’s not like John’s going to judge him for that.

Ian sighs. “I didn’t have my wallet,” he whispers. “I didn’t … I didn’t have my credit card or … anything.” He blinks up at John, begging him to fill in the blanks.

John does. “You … Ian, have you been staying in your car?”

Ian nods, but says nothing. His gaze drops to his hands, and he refuses to glance up, even when John curls a gentle hand around Ian’s arm.

“Ian, what the fuck?!” Aisha half-shouts from the front seat. “What — you’ve been in your  car? We totally could have put you up! No wonder you look like shit. Have you even eaten anything? What—”

“Aisha,” John says, a warning in his tone. “Not right now.”

Aisha glares at him in the rear-view mirror, but quiets with a huff.

John turns back to Ian, who has curled in on himself. It looks like he’s expecting to get chewed out even more. John’s heart breaks for Ian. He’s had a soft spot for Aisha’s friend ever since he met the brown-haired agent with eyes that pull you in and won’t let go. Frankly, John doesn’t like to look to closely at the way he feels about Ian — the man is in a relationship that’s closed at best and … not ethically non-monogamous at worst. John usually stuffs those questions down deep inside, and he does so right now. Ian needs a friend, nothing more — no matter how much John longs to pull him into a slightly-more-than-friends hug.

Instead, John squeezes Ian’s arm. “Hey, it’s okay, Ian. We’re just … we’re just worried about you. That … living in your car … you shouldn’t have had to do that.”

Ian peers over at John from under a shock of hair that has fallen over his eyes. “I didn’t want to be a bother,” he whispers.

John sighs. “Ian, you could never be a bother,” he says, letting a touch of emotion creep into his voice. He clears his throat. “I know Aisha agrees.”

“I do. We are having a conversation later.” She huffs. “But I’ll put that off. We’re here. Let’s go.” Aisha throws the car in park and then turns around to look at Ian. Her face softens upon seeing his expression. “Oh, Ian.” She reaches out and drops a hand onto his knee. “Hey, we’re going to get you feeling better, and then we’ll deal with … all the rest of this.”

Ian gives Aisha a small nod and an even smaller smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Aisha squeezes Ian’s knee. “Let’s go.”

John slides out of the back seat, then helps Ian climb out. Ian is decidedly more wobbly than he was getting into the car. He’s clearly dizzy, and clings to John as they inch towards the entrance to the ER.

They eventually make it into the hospital, but get stuck in triage. The emergency department is bustling, and the three of them are shoved into the waiting room. Ian is stable, so they are left with a promise that someone will call them back when a bed clears. Aisha is understandably frustrated, but used the time to sneak off and call Paul. She hopes that if she gets him to come, Ian might open up to Paul. Aisha and Ian are close, but Ian trusts Paul in a way that doesn’t quite match his trust in Aisha. John agrees to stick around to keep watch over Ian.

Ian slumps into a chair, drops his head into his hands, and seems to fall asleep. John keeps a careful eye on him. He is equally frustrated at the slow pace of the hospital but fully understands what goes on behind the scenes. As much as he wants Ian to be seen, he knows there are others who have more pressing needs.

At least, right up until Ian goes limp again, elbows sliding off of his knees and body slumping forward. John manages to catch him and lower him slowly to the floor, all while shouting for help. Aisha comes flying into the waiting room, only to be pushed out of the way as the triage team surrounds Ian. He takes a little longer to come back around this time, earning him an urgent bump up in order of importance. They transfer Ian to a stretcher and move him to a small private room in the emergency department.

Ian is decidedly out of it, reporting one hell of a headache and a lot of dizziness. He just lays back on the stretcher, one arm flung over his eyes, until a nurse finally gets an IV running with fluids and a “migraine cocktail”, as John knows it to be, for the headache. An aide brings Ian some apple juice, explaining that his blood sugar is low and that he needs to bring it up quickly. Ian is poked and prodded into get up and start drinking the juice. He squints irritably at Aisha when she helps him sit up, but dutifully starts sipping through the straw.

Aisha remains at Ian’s side when the doctor comes in to check on Ian.

“Ian is severely dehydrated,” Doctor Amara Patel reports. “His electrolytes are completely out of whack. We’ve got him on a saline drip, and I’ve ordered potassium and magnesium.” Amara glances at Ian’s half-finished apple juice and the packaging from his sandwich that John fetched for him. “His blood sugar is also very low. I see they’ve got you started on some juice and that you finished your sandwich. Good. I want them to bring you some more juice, based on your numbers, and then we’ll see how things are adjusting.” The doctor gives them all a smile. “I want to keep Ian here for a while, just to make sure he stabilizes and that there’s nothing else going on here.”

Amara talks to them for a few moments, answering Aisha’s questions and keeping a watchful eye on Ian. Once Aisha’s concerns are satisfied, the doctor leaves them with a promise to return.

Almost as soon as the doctor leaves, there’s another knock on the door. All three of them glance up and find Paul Moss standing there, concern written on his face.

Ian straightens up. “Paul?”

“Hey, kid.” Paul strides into the room, stopping next to Ian’s bed. “How you feeling?”

Ian gives Paul a wobbly smile. “Been better, honestly.”

Paul nods. “That sounds about right.”

“How … how did you get here?” Ian asks.

“Aisha called me.” Paul says, his tone careful. If Ian feels too pressured to talk, he’ll clam up.

Ian’s face shutters. He glowers at Aisha. “I don’t want to talk about it.” His words are harsh, but his tone wavers in a way that Paul — trained to pick up on these things — easily catches.

Paul turns to Aisha and John, ready to ask them to step out for a bit. Aisha manages to read his intentions.

“Hey, John and I are going to head down to find something to eat. We’ll bring some things back for you two.” Aisha smiles at Ian, gently patting his arm. “Talk to Paul. Please?”

Ian huffs. “I’m fine.”

Aisha raises her eyebrows at Ian. “Talk.” She grabs John’s hand the two of them slip out of the room, leaving Paul and Ian behind.

Ian stares up at Paul, his hazel eyes huge in his pale face. Paul studies Ian for a moment, noting how damn thin the kid is. He looks as if he hasn’t put on weight at all in the five years Paul has known him — he’s thin, pale, and sickly, in a way that Paul is certain he hasn’t always been. Ian used to be a healthy, vibrant young man. Paul had enjoyed watching him flourish in his position at the FBI, enjoyed getting to mentor Ian and later becoming his friend.

Then Ian — perpetually lonely Ian — had finally stopped the casual — failed — dating and started a serious relationship with Abby McCartney and her husband Dennis. Paul watched as Ian’s bright eyes dulled, his ever-present smile dimmed, and his joyful personality suffered. He had tried for a long time to talk to Ian about Abby and Dennis, but Ian always rebuffed him. Paul was determined not to be put off this time.

Paul grabs a chair and pulls it up to the side of Ian’s bed. He sits down and then looks up at Ian. Paul holds Ian’s gaze for a long moment, saying nothing, just letting Ian sit in the silence. Finally, Ian sighs and drops his eyes.

“It’s my fault, I swear,” Ian says quietly. “I pissed Abby off. I know better than to do that. I shouldn’t have argued with her. I should have just … I should have … I … oh, fuck.” Ian drops his face into his hands.

“If Shannon kicked me out of the house, because I wanted to go hang out with you for a night, what would you be telling me?” Paul’s voice is soft, non-confrontational.

Ian jerks his head out of his hands. “She wouldn’t!”

Paul smiles. “No, she wouldn’t. Why is that?”

Ian sighs. “She’s too nice.”

Paul snorts in amusement. “You’re correct, but that’s not what I’m going for here.” Paul leans back and rests his hands on his knees. “Ian, Shannon wouldn’t forbid me from seeing you because it is healthy to have friends and relationships outside of your primary romantic relationship, regardless of if it’s polyamorous or monogamous. You need friends, they support you.”

“I know,” Ian whispers.

“Then why are you acting like Abby throwing you out of the house is a perfectly normal response?” Paul’s tone remains gentle.

“It’s the way I said it. That I needed a break. I shouldn’t have said it like that. It … made it sound like I didn’t want to be around them.” Ian wraps his arms around himself in a way that Paul is familiar with. Ian is not just uncomfortable, he’s holding something back.

“Did you? Want to be around them?”

Ian shakes his head, eyes filling up with tears. “No,” he breathes. He dashes his hands against his eyes angrily. “Shit, I don’t want to cry.”

“It’s okay to need a break from your partners,” Paul says softly. He hesitates before asking the next question. “Why didn’t you want to be around them, Ian?”

Ian takes a shaky breath. He stares down at his knees. “I … I … I’m …” Ian huffs. “All they want from me is sex,” he finally manages, so quiet that Paul has to strain to hear it. Ian glances up at Paul, waiting for judgment.

It’s the answer Paul was expecting, but it hurts to hear it in Ian’s deathly quiet whisper. Paul knows Ian is on what Aisha calls the asexual spectrum — that Ian struggles with engaging in sexual experiences sometimes, prefers to be left out of them, even is repulsed by them sometimes. Why Ian ended up with two people who are fully invested in his sexual performances is beyond Paul — but he suspects it’s in part because Ian is just so hungry for love and affection.

Paul gives Ian a comforting smile. “And sometimes you don’t want to give that to them,” he fills in.

Ian nods. “A lot of the time, lately.” His voice is still near a whisper, as if he’s afraid Abby and Dennis will hear him all the way from their home, miles away.

“Why lately?” Paul asks.

“I’m just so tired. I’ve been working overtime to pay for the mortgage on the house, and that leaves—”

“You mean your rent?” Paul cuts in.

Ian shakes his head. “Nah, I’m covering the mortgage.” He opens his mouth to consider, but must catch the look on Paul’s face. “What?”

“You’re covering the mortgage on their house? The whole mortgage?”

“Yeah.”

“Ian, that’s … that’s ridiculous. What the hell?” Paul leans forward. “Ian, you should not be covering the mortgage on that house. You didn’t buy it. At most you should split it in thirds. At most. You didn’t purchase the house, you’re there renting, basically.”

Ian stares at Paul, wheels clearly turning in his head.

“Ian, is this why you’ve been working overtime lately?” Paul prods.

Ian nods. “Yeah. I … they … wanted … more? For groceries and everything? So I needed to make more hours.”

Paul sighs. “Ian …”

“This isn’t normal, is it?” Ian cuts him off, his voice quiet but tinged with an understanding that gives Paul hope.”

“No, Ian.” Paul shakes his head. “I can’t speak for polyamorous habits, Aisha would be better suited to tell you about those, but I can tell you that no one should be charging you the entire mortgage plus groceries and whatever else they’re making you pay.” Paul leans forward and rests a hand on Ian’s knee. “They’re taking advantage of you Ian.”

Ian stares back at Paul, tears pooling in his eyes again. He shakes his head. “No. No, I … but I … Paul—”

“Ian, a healthy relationship doesn’t kick one partner out because they needed a break from their routine.” Paul squeezes Ian’s knee. “A healthy relationship doesn’t make one partner pay for everything, especially at the expense of that partner’s health. A—”

“My health is fine,” Ian interjects.

Paul raises his eyebrows. “You’re saying that from the ER on a Friday night while an IV replenishes your electrolytes and fluid.” Paul huffs. “Ian, have you gained any weight since you were twenty-three?”

Ian blinks at him. “Abby hates when I start to get fat,” he says matter-of-factly.

“You’re too thin by far, Ian. You should not be at the weight you were when you started at the Academy.” Paul tilts his head. “That’s not healthy.”

“I need to stay thin for work, Paul, you know that.”

Paul raises an eyebrow. “Thin does not equal healthy. You haven’t looked healthy in ages, Ian.” Paul pokes his own midsection. “I’ve got quite a few pounds on you, and I’m pretty sure I could still outrun you, stamina-wise. My body has what it needs to work. I’m not sure yours does.”

Ian shakes his head. “I’m fine, Ian. Abby just prefers that I—”

“Look fucking anorexic?” Paul growls, a bit harsher than he intended.

Ian reels back like he’s been slapped. “I … I do not?” He tries for offended, but misses, ending up sounding uncertain.

“Kid, I could dead-lift you. That’s a problem.”

Silence falls around them as Ian contemplates everything that Paul has said in the past several minutes. After a bit, Paul sighs softly.

“Think about it, Ian. Just … think about what I’ve said.” Paul glances around the room. “Are … are Abby and Dennis coming to get you to take you home?”

Ian shakes his head so quickly that Paul is afraid he’ll get whiplash. “No! No, I don’t … no.”

Paul blinks at Ian. “Oh?”

Ian swallows, glancing away. “I, uh … I’m just …” He sighs. “I feel like shit, Paul. Abby’s just going to march in here yelling at me, and Dennis …” Ian shudders. “I don’t feel like dealing with how clingy Dennis is right now.”

Paul thinks that says enough about Ian’s relationship with the McCartney’s, but he chooses not to push Ian too hard right now. “Alright. Where are you going tonight, then?”

Ian looks utterly confused. “I don’t … know?”

“What was your plan before you fainted on Aisha and John?”

Ian shrugs. “My car, I guess.”

“Ian! You … you could have called me, you know. Before. When Abby kicked you out. Me, or Aisha. We … either of us would have put you up, no fuss.” Paul sighs. “Alright, fine. You get to pick, who do you want to put up with, me and Shannon and the kids, or Aisha and John?” Ian opens his mouth, and Paul interrupts him. “Neither is not an option.”

Ian considers. “I love your kids but … I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Paul nods. “Alright, Aisha and John it is.”

“What — I can’t impose. They might not — want me?”

Paul shakes his head. “Aisha and I talked when she called me. She’s more than willing to take you in for a night at least.” Paul purses his lips. “Listen, Ian. Think about what we talked about, please? Stay with Aisha and John as long as you need. Just … think about it.”

“I will,” Ian says softly. “I promise.”

Chapter 5: Respite or Run

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[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023: Day 19 - Inspired by an UN-Metal Song

Today's prompt features an idea that I actually hope to eventually have the time to draw because the image (mainly of a mentally exhausted Magnus) is too damned funny.

Featuring Magnus Hammersmith, a passed out Toki Wartooth, Vater Orlaag, my OC Lucy Skye Desmond, and @gibbouschild's adorable OC Sunni Daye. 🖤

Inspiration taken from Caramelldansen. 🖤

Magnus was beginning to think revenge wasn’t worth it. Once a week for the last month, Toki and Lucy had been taking him to underground warehouse raves that went all night and into the morning, loading him up on substances that he hadn’t even thought about in at least 5 or 10 years, and then doing god knows what until long after the sun came up. The two little spitfires were irritatingly starting to grow on him. But the post-rave babysitting... Dear god...

All he wanted right now was sleep. Or maybe at least to get out of the damned sun. And yet here he was in a pair of Lucy’s black and patched JNCOs, a denim vest, a fishnet top, and make up, sitting on a bench outside of a Denny’s at 8am on a Thursday morning. “How do we always end up at a fucking Denny’s?” Probably because the one time they ended up at a Waffle House Lucy and Toki tried fist fighting someone in the parking lot.

Toki was passed out on the bench, head in Magnus’ lap like a pillow, flopped at angles that the kid would probably regret later. Or not, the limber little shit. Lucy however, was utterly bouncing. How did she still have this level of energy? Did she ever fucking stop? He heard Lucy gasp and he closed his eyes slowly, silently begging any deity that was listening that she wouldn’t-

“You two are so pretty!”

Magnus could tell she was about to try to stand up and get closer to whoever had just walked over, so he quickly wrapped his arms around her and just leaned against her shoulder. His expression looked almost as though he were in pain. “Lucy, please, for the love of Satan below, stop hitting on every hot couple that goes inside.” Magnus looked over at the two of them. They were definitely attractive, more so than any of the other couples that had gone inside, but there was no way this was happening right now. He said to them, “Please ignore her, we’re just waiting for our ride. It’s been a long night.”

Vater and Sunni exchanged looks, Sunni blushing furiously, but with a little smile on her face. Sunni smiled at Lucy, “I love your hair. And your outfit. Your whole look.”

Lucy was beaming, “Thank you!”

Magnus got a little after wave of euphoria from whatever ecstasy was left in his system and was rubbing his face against Lucy’s shoulder like a cat, which was enough to distract her and she turned her attention back to him.

Vater and Sunni took the distraction as an opportunity to walk inside. “Well, that was… Interesting,” the tall redhead didn’t entirely know the odds of running into two members of Dethklok and the former member of Dethklok at a Denny’s of all places, but this would be something to bring up at the next meeting. Then the gears started really turning, “Wait, did she just call us-“

“She called us pretty,” Sunni said, smiling in a way that Vater found almost painfully adorable. He couldn’t help but crack a smile.

[x-neurotoxin-x]

Gonna do the fun little Alter poll again where y'all get to vote who lives out of our top ten. I'm (🎮) not in there so it makes it even funnier to me lmao

✨: Hyperactive rave kid that won last time. She likes cream soda and making Kandi, and is probably the nicest person on this list

🌹: They did not ask to be a host but ended up being one on short notice. Likes sadboy music and rolling her eyes

🐍: edgelord who knows more than he should but refuses to share with the class. Still stuck in our teenaged emo phase. Likes snakes and urban legends.

🔥: our resident pyromaniac with an unhealthy obsession with axe murder, used to make memes to provoke our gatekeepers for funsies but is usually pretty chill.

🔗: low-key lives like a street rat (affectionate) and forgets how to read but somehow is more responsible than most of us in here. Would fist fight god in a Denny's parking lot.

💀: unironically calls themself a floor person. They spoil our cat and only front to watch horror movies, write dead dove, and freak out. Might possibly maybe be a clownfucker

🗡S: Two people have this emoji so I gotta specify. Anxiety holder so we would literally be unable to go outside without her.

🕊: Awkward af but it's my bestie. Uses gifs of his source character unironically. Pretty sure is the only one besides 🐻 who regularly drinks water in this godforsaken system

🎈: Always chill™, we forgot he existed for a while very sorry buddy. Is a Juggalo and likes true crime and horror movies.

🐻: basically the system Mom, so nice but God she can be scary when she goes into Mama Bear mode. Was a better Mom than our bodily mom but that isn't saying much. She likes gardening