#ewww moon dude

[oddosstuff]

astro my beloved

[vthewriter1121]

The Great burden

Chapter 1: The Sun and the Moon

"Gods... Powerful beings half of the critters of the Eclipse Kingdom believe in. For those who bask in the region, believe in… A god of sorts. The prototype. Books full of prophets of two critters, a child of the sun and a child of the moon, will join in marriage," a figure said to the group of children lying in the grass.

"Ewww, marriage where they kiss and hold and stuff," a yellow chicken kid yelled.

"Awww, I think it's rather nice," one whispered to the child that shouted.

"Quiet now, children, I'm not done. Ahem… Ah, now they will lead the kingdom into a period of peace, but things will stand in the way of their happiness," the teacher explained.

"OH OH isn't the child of the moon the prince of the kingdom?" one of the other children asked.

"Correct!" the teacher replied.

"But how will you know if you are the child of the sun or moon?" the yellow chicken questioned.

"They say that a certain necklace that the palace holds, that they will shine upon touch," the teacher replied.

"So the necklace with the moon glowed when the prince touched it?" the bunny child asked.

"Correct!" the teacher exclaimed.

"Oh, I hope I'm the sun to his moon," said the red bear child. The whole class giggled with a bell going off in the distance.

"Alrighty class, looks like our day has come to a close. Remember your assignment, and I will talk to everyone more tomorrow!" All of the children quickly got up from where they were sitting and grouped up to go home. All except one, the new child from out of the kingdom. The teacher sees him staring off in the distance at all the kids running off. She walks over to where he's sitting down and crouches to his level.

“You alright, Dogday? You had a big day today! How are you feeling?” she questioned the child with floppy ears and a shy smile.

“I'm alright, Mrs. Delight. I just never heard of anything like that before. I'm not one for religion, but that story would be a nice fairytale!” the child explained. Mrs. Delight giggled at his reply.

“I guess so! Now now, It’s after hours. Why don't you go home now, and we can chat all about it tomorrow?” she offered the child a hand up and a small smile. He slowly grabbed her hand and stood with her. Brushing off some dirt, he smiled and waved her off as he slowly started walking away with his tail wagging.

“He’s got a spark, huh… I have a feeling he's going to do great things,” Mrs. Delight said quietly to herself as she placed a hand on her hip.

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Eight years later…

"Hey, you gotta keep up, dude," the all grown-up chicken shouted to the dog man, who was walking a bit far back from him.

“Haha, hey, you're running too fast… whoa,” the dog chuckled as he finally caught up to the chicken. He slightly bumped his shoulder. Then seeing a group of critters surrounding the school, they both quickly glanced at each other then at the crowd.

"What the heck is happening?" the chicken exclaimed. They closely walked side by side, entering the mass of critters. Some of them were critters they had never seen before. The dog scanned the crowd until he saw two familiar faces of his friends. He brushed past other critters, dragging the chicken with him, and submerged himself in the crowd to finally reach his friends.

"Bobby! Hoppy!" he happily greeted his friends with a wide smile on his face.

“Oh! Dogday! Hello you too KFC!” said the green rabbit dressed in her sports attire with her tennis hat on her head.

“Dogday! Kicken!” the bear said happily as she swayed in her pink and white dress, then smiled brightly at all of them.

“Hey, do either of you know what the heck is happening?” Kicken asked both of them, readjusting his sleeves on his biker jacket. Bobby stims with excitement at his question.

“The prince is here!!!!” she burst out with excitement. Hoppy placed a hand on Bobby’s back as if to tell her to calm down, knowing there were a lot of critters around. This statement intrigued Dogday’s interest as his ears perked up hearing this.

“Yeah, apparently he wants to attend high school for his last year,” Hoppy explained, sighing knowing it's gonna be crazy, before Bobby butted in with.

“I have a feeling he’s looking for the child of the sun, his partner, the love of his life!!!!” she squealed, clearly fangirling, but some critters around the group shot the girl weird looks. Hoppy looked around at the group of critters around bobby ,and shot them a mean look Kicken then laughed . Dogday wondered to himself why this school, and why now, glancing at the faces of his friends. They were all chatting with Bobby she was telling them more info about the prince. With Hoppy and Kicken laughing with each other about how much Bobby knows about this subject.

Then they heard the loudspeaker go off and heard a voice ringing throughout the school's property. “Today is just a regular day now everyone goes to class, and if you don't attend our school, please kindly escort yourself off the property!!!!” A booming voice that the students recognized as their teacher Mrs. Delight. Loud discourse from the critters surrounding the group could be heard, and the crowd around the school slowly dispersed. As Dogday observed the looks on people's faces, feeding into his desire on why so many people were interested in the prince's whereabouts and how he acted as a critter. His mind zoned out with so many thoughts until he heard.

“Dude, DogDay? Are you coming, the path is clear, and I don’t know about you, but I don't wanna be lectured by Mrs. Delight again. Last time was so uncool…” Kicken waved his hand Dogday’s way, telling him to walk. The dog chuckled as the group walked into the building.

Critters scurried to their designated classes throughout the buildings. As some leaned against the wall talking to their friends and or partners, whispers about the prince caught the attention of the dog, who slowly walked through the hall. Critters gave a quick glance to Dogday ,and he just smiled back.

“SHIT” Hoppy shouted suddenly realized she had homework and forgot her whole backpack. Kicken laughed at her situation.

“I thought you were on top of things, Judy Hopps?” he teased her as he nudged her arm,and she shot him a look. As they slowly approached the classroom they were all assigned to. Dogday pulled in front of the group so he could hold the classroom door for them all as he did every morning. But as he tried to grab the door handle, Bobby quickly grabbed it for him.

“Nah, this time let me, Dogday,” she smiled. He barked out a quick thanks and headed inside. Then he paused in the doorway, and his eyes meeting with a pair of yellow moonlike eyes staring at him. His gaze captured a cat boy who was sitting in the window seat with a moon gem on his forehead and a crescent moon amulet necklace. He was wearing royal attire..., but what was even more shocking was the critters he was hanging out with. They were sitting at a group of desks: a unicorn, a pig, and an elephant. Two of them were sporting royal attire, and one of them was wearing casual clothes with an apron.

“Ah, Dogday, just the dog I've been wanting to see!” rang a voice at the front of the classroom. There stood his teacher Mrs. Delight as she just got done writing something on the chalkboard. She turned around and gave him a huge smile as she waved him over. Dogday finally walked through the door frame, walking over to Mrs. Delight. The other critter crew walked closely behind Dogday as they tried to listen in.

“Hello Mrs. Delight, Good Morning! Is there a reason you need me?” he questioned with a slight tilt of the head.

“Yes, I’m sure you are well aware of the current situation at the moment. Yes, we have a new student, and yes it’s the prince,” she explained with a smile. “But he brought some friends from inside the castle with him. So I trust you with keeping them happy and feeling welcomed?” she asked him gently. Dogday rapidly nodded his head as his tail started wagging, knowing he liked making friends. Mrs. Delight nodded and giggled at his behavior as she clapped her hands together.

“Alright, I’ve arranged your table group with them. So for now, you will be sitting with them. Now that's all I have for you for now. So hurry to your seat before everyone starts shoveling in,” she gently patted his back. By the time Dogday turned back around, all of his friends were setting in their assigned table groups. Then he gently searched back at the cat boy's table group with his eyes and slowly made his way to the corner table group. As he approached, he felt all eyes on him, including those enchanting moon-shaped eyes. He stopped in the only open spot at the table . The cat boy raised a brow and tilted his head.

“Hello to you all! I’m Dogday. I'm basically gonna be your student guide to everything at this school! So if you have any questions about the school or any critter or homework, I can answer mostly anything for you,” he said kindly as he smiled at all of them. The elephant carefully pulled out the chair in front of Dogday and gestured for him to sit. Dogday smiled at him and gently took a seat. The elephant turned to him and gestured to himself.

“Hello, My name is Bubba… Bubba Bubbaphant. I’m the Prince's Royal adviser, and personal assistant. The unicorn's name is Crafty, and the pig's name is Picky. And the prince, his name is-” Bubba Paused as the prince put a paw on Bubba's shoulder as if saying let me.

“My name is Catnap. Please, there is no need to call me anything but that.” A gentle and soothing voice erupted from the cat as he also finger spelled his name in Sign language.

“I don’t wish to make a fuss. I may be the child of the moon, but I want to lead a fun life outside the castle. Only the prototype can know what goes on inside the castle,” he gently explained to the dog boy . As Dogday settled into his seat, he couldn't shake the curiosity swirling within him like a whirlpool. The presence of Catnap, the prince, and his electric entourage stirred up a myriad of questions in his mind. What was life like inside the castle walls? How did the prince envision his time at the school? And most intriguingly, what secrets lay hidden behind those enigmatic moon-shaped eyes? 

Before he knew it he lost track of the other students filling into the classroom ,and the bell rang to commence classes to start. The classroom buzzed with a subdued energy as Mrs. Delight began her lesson. Dogday's attention, however, kept drifting back to Catnap and his companions. Picky, the pig, seemed to be engrossed in the lesson. Crafty, the unicorn, appeared lost in thought, occasionally scribbling doodles on a notepad that Dogday couldn't quite make out from his angle. Bubba, the gentle giant of an elephant, exuded an air of serene wisdom, his eyes betraying a depth of experience beyond his years. Why was he even in high school here with the prince? He looks so bored with the lesson almost if he knows everything.

As the lesson progressed, Dogday found himself stealing glances at Catnap, who seemed to be listening intently, his expression a mask of serene concentration. There was an aura of quiet authority about him, tempered by a palpable sense of humility that belied his royal status. Dogday couldn't help but admire the prince's composure, especially in the face of the whispered rumors and sidelong glances that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the lesson, Dogday found himself torn between the familiar comfort of his friends and the magnetic pull of Catnap and his companions. With a quick nod to his friends sitting on the other side of the room , he gathered his things and walked on to the other side of the table where Catnap was sitting . As a small conversation took over the table they were sitting at a small voice pierced through it all.  

"Hey, um, Catnap, right?" Dogday ventured, trying to keep his tone casual despite the flutter of nerves in his chest. Bubba ,and Picky look at the Dog with curious intent as Crafty sketches on her notepad in front of her. Catnap looked up from his notes, his moon-shaped eyes meeting Dogday's gaze with a faint glimmer of curiosity.

 "Yes, that's correct. And you must be Dogday, our esteemed student guide," he replied, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth .Dogday felt a rush of warmth at Catnap's words, his tail wagging involuntarily at the praise.

 "Yeah, that's me!..... So, uh.., welcome to the school, I guess. If you ever need anything, just let me know. I'm here to help," he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. Catnap inclined his head in acknowledgment, a small smile playing across his lips.

 "Thank you, Dogday. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. I have a feeling we'll get along just fine," he said, his voice carrying a note of genuine warmth as he slowly gathered his notebook. Dogday stood there nervous for what he wanted to blurt out.

“Would you ,and your group… want to hang out with me and my friends? I promise they are chill ,and charming bunch of critters” The Dog suggested and tilted his head to the side. Feeling nauseous for asking such a question. Millions of things rang through his head before he realized he's been staring at at the cat. Zoning out on those moon-like eyes he has. Catnap’s eyes softened by his suggestion. Never really having an outside group of friends with no royal blood or attachment to himself. He found himself surprised ,and thankful.Catnap regarded Dogday with a thoughtful expression, his moon-shaped eyes glinting with a hint of curiosity. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded slowly.

"I appreciate the offer, Dogday. It would be a welcome change of pace to spend time with you ,and your group," Catnap replied, his voice carrying a genuine warmth. With response Dogday's eyes flashed for a second almost as bright as the sun. Catnap smiled at the thought of his attitude.

Bubba, Picky, and Crafty exchanged glances, silently communicating with each other before nodding in agreement. Dogday couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of introducing his friends to Catnap and his companions.

"Great! How about we meet up at lunch then? There's a nice spot on this hill we usually go to when we eat lunch. There is this big tree provides a lot of shade too! ," Dogday suggested eagerly, his tail wagging with anticipation .Catnap smiled softly, and chuckled a spark of curiosity dancing in his eyes.

 "That sounds lovely. Sounds quite fun too." he agreed before gathering his belongings and rising from his seat. Dogday couldn't shake the feeling of excitement coursing through him. Meeting the prince and his friends had opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

“So Catnap what period do you have next?”

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Heya guys this is v got locked out of my other account but here is the first chapter of my story rewritten an whole so hope you enjoy!!!

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 89

Why is Ashley's hammer so tiny?

Strange voice choices ... Ashley: "Wait, what's an English accent?" Proceeds to entirety fail to work it out ... oh, but Taliesin trying Jester is so much worse ... Travis, what the fuck is that? Oh, but Marisha's Nott is actually pretty good ... XD

Oh yeah, that's right ... it's full of city!

Great way to sell it, Laudna ...

Oooooh, plotting ... goodie!

Aha, Juggernaut ... and two little chewing gum guys? Oh, they're FUNGUS? Weird ... Gaz Tomo? Oh yes, of course ... he's huge ... and like a huge John Wayne kinda dude? Crazy ... XD

Myceit? Intriguing ... so they ARE sentient mushrooms, basically ... bizarre ...

Way to give the big man a major existential crisis regarding his food choices, FCG ...

Wait, so the Weave Mind are big bad eugenicists? Boooooo!

"Marked at birth?" Fuck ... this really IS a Mind control-based totalitarian dictatorship ...

The Arx Creonum ... yeesh ...

I'm sorry ... RESET?!!! Like the Matrix?

The Crush? Hmmmm ...

"Psychic bioengineering" ... weird ... it IS a shame they can't get their hands on some of this tech ...

"Taking out the trash?" Oof ...

Quakes? Crap! Not good!

Hey, sometimes revenge can be good ...

Ozo Cruth? This would be the Big Bad, then ...

Oh, I get it. So Gaz is like Johnny Bravo, then? XD

The Tectus? Ewww ... politicians? There's just no getting away from them ...

Holies? Sounds like fun ...

Oh yeah, proper theological GENOCIDE ... not good at all ...

The Great Question ... would you really WANT to know?

The endeavours .. okay then ...

A lengthy figure? If couldn't be ... FUCKING IRA!!! You prick! He couldn't have made it easier for them, could he?

Oh yeah, he's still SO CREEPY ...

Evoroa? A missing Bormodo scientist they need to find? Hmmm ...

Colloquium of Candescense ...

Ludinus' doomsday MacGuffin ... hmmm ...

Dark emerald dragonborn? An emissary of the Strife Emperor ... Bizodan Amorai? Ye gods ... make it easier on us, Matt, PLEASE ...

Prison Break at the Glass Garrison? Ooooh ... THAT sounds like a hot ticket ...

The Changebringer is "broken road?" Hmmmm ...

ASSASSINATION MISSION?!!!

Oh wait .. are they going after Liliana?

Sleep on it ... oh boy ...

Oh my gods ... mushroom escorts? Adorable ... and kind of creepy too ...

A literal bag of water ... CLEAN water, at least ...

This is NOT very private ...

Yes. How DOES Imogen feel about this?

How old IS Imogen? She's 28? Okay, then ...

Oh crap ... orb check? Ah hell ... Otohan is closer now ...

Other possibility is maybe going up against Fearne's real DAD ... hmmmm ...

Oh boy ... emotional intensity engaged! O.O Either choice will definitely be heavy ...

IS there ant chance of bringing Liliana back to the good? Would it be a lost cause? Hmmmm ...

Hey, come on, guys! Bad idea! You NEVER split the party!

"The worst Denny's ever" ... no shit, Chetney!

CAN Fearne summon her demon booty call?

Coin flip! Yay! Whoa ... it lands ON ITS EDGE?!!! Oof ... not a good sign ...

Yes! A Greater Restoration would be helpful, yes ... bring Ashton back up to top level again, Letters!

Ooooh ... the tragic backstory of Gaz Tomo! Whoa ... that's pretty cool ...

29? That's like a STUPID good persuasion ...

The Woven Music Grand Hall? Hmmm ...

Himbo of the Moon ... pfft ... XD

Every part of this plan does sound like a REALLY BIG RISK ...

Oh boy ... so they're gonna try to get through to Liliana in dream tonight ... oof ... this is SO SPECTACULARLY STUPID ...

Oh gods ... the lights or going RED ... never good ...

Holy shit, FCG could bring EVERYBODY along this time? Astounding ... and really dangerous ... yeah, better not to ...

CONTACT!!! Matt: "And we're gonna go to break!" AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Nervous ... so very nervous ...

Oh boy ... this is gonna be such s tough, emotionally devastating heart-to-heart, isn't it?

Fuck ... Liliana really HAS drunk thd Kool-Aid all the way, hasn't she?

Gods damn it, Matthew! Why do you have to be such s bloody amazing actor right now? She's in SO MUCpain right now you're gonna BREAK US ...

Waking up again ... yeah, genuine lost cause ... seriously, this sucks so bad it REALLY HURTS ...

Oh come ON Ashton, just SLEEP already! You're a mess! You need it!

This IS the question, IS Ludinus' promise to the Reilorans of relocation a lie or DOES IT have a basis in fact in his plans? Is he just leading them to unwitting ruin? Is he betraying them?

Ah yes ... the difference between religion and truth ...

Hey! Vecna gets sort of namedropped! Yay!

The Dunamussy! Ye gods ... wait, Laura, WHAT ARE YOU ... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! You fool! What have you done?

LONG REST!!! SERIOUSLY!!!

So what's the plan?

Choices ... hmmm ...

Fearne goes looking for Ira ... the Nightmare King is tinkering ... flirty questions ensue ...

Ah yeah, the skinny on Zathuda ... Ira is LITERALLY just sore about them pulling one over on him ... basically Ludinus is Mark Zuckerberg in this scenario ...

All three of the Witches immediately verbally admonish Ira about being a dick ... including the two who aren't there ...

She wants his weird flying beast ... oh she wants A PONY!!! XD

Checking in ... ARE THEY going to go with Ira?

Insight check ... Ashley: "I don't know!" LOL

Evoroa? Might be the wise play ...

Going back to the meeting table to find out what's what, then ...

Meanwhile Laudna asks how Imogen is ... Holy fuck ... Laudna GENUINELY dropped sn I love you into the conversation ... and now Imogen's invoking the Delilah situation ... oof ... Imogen drops an I love you too! O.O A KISS!!! It's really sad but SO ROMANTIC too ...

As far as Laudna's concerned Imogen is a full blown SUPERHERO ...

Interrupted by sentient mushrooms ...

Quannika? That is SO HARD to spell ...

Meeting is called to order, then ...

Ira in a bandit mask ... XD

Oh, so HE'S making the selection? Okay ... Fearne, yes, since she DOES have a stake in this too ...

Detonation and infiltration, then ...

Screech Blooms? Fascinating ...

Oh ... hello, Unsettling Presence ...

Selecting their teams, then ... so, Fearne, Ashton, FCG for detonation, the others for Infiltration ...

Oooh ... spooky Reiloran mage type ... a really OLD one ... Ivanas? Cool ...

Yeah, I don't think ANY of us trust Ira as far as we can throw him ...

Working out the technical aspects if what they're about, now ...

Wow, they're all SO BAD at pep talks ...

Charcoal? Hmmm ... oh, it's Invisibility? Cool ... AND they can SEE each other ... ALSO cool ...

So, time to head out, then ...

Seeming for detonation team, then ... oh cool, now FCG is a sentient mushroom ... XD Meanwhile Bormodo Fearne now has a Mister Cytaa ... :3

Separation for the duration, then ... descending into the city below ...

A strange mockery of Exandrian architecture, but twisted through half remembered dreams ... interesting ...

And there's soldiers everywhere ... great ... preparing for the coming invasion, clearly ...

And that's it for tonight ... split missions! Intriguing setup for next time, then ...

[tricobicofriend]

su half agate si au 2: resident evil 7-village crossover

ramblings & snippets from my original text dump of this concept/s under the cut

resident evil 7

ethan calls her instead of steven in to help find his wife because steven is v well-known, & he(ethan) doesn't want media attention over his wife's disappearance.

-the gloves are tech from yellow--they give strength 7 can secrete corrosive & sticky substances, plus protect her hands!

-the goggles are glasses from white--they record everything she sees (she can turn them off with a signal from her gem), can take pictures, help her see in the dark, & can send parts of the recording/s to white!!

-the stars were made by steven & the cgs!! they have a tracker in them & allow her to talk to "home base" on any mission! (home base can be the main cgs, just steven, or any other trusted gem/s!!) they also function as strap buckles!!

-overalls are just regular, waterproof & fast-drying, human clothing

-u can't see it but she's wearing boots

-considering having the shirt be laced w technology from blue's court that can lessen pain (happy clouds) or keep her temperature at a comfortable level

ethan, to a literal cop: hey, you have to give me your gun. half-agate si: oh my god, winters, you can't just ask cops for their guns!! also si saves the cop bc he's the only exception to acab

mae(half-agate self insert) after "papa"'s fucking shoulder face pustule blows up on her & ethan: "uhhh���that's nasty. imma go throw up--" cw EWWW general re grossnes

So, i'm giving mae chemical knowledge (she learned in order to help use diamond essences for human ailments) so she uses some of the diamond essence stuff stored in her gem to help make enough cures for all of them. So all four get to leave.

Mae & ethan fuse for the final battle with papa, and ethan's fungus strength boosts mae's electricity powers (since holly blue's whip is electrified, blue agate mom gets electricity powers & so does mae) to just fry the shit out of him and destroy him completely.

They unfuse to fit on the boat, but when something rocks it by the big-ass boat, mae grabs ethan's hand, an unspoken word of "we need to protect them" goes thru their eyes, & they fuse, grab zoe & mia, then jump onto the boat.

Mae has them crawl thru the tunnels with ethan in front & her in back. Zoe asks why & mae says it's bc her & ethan r the only one w weapons & who've had food recently. Anyways they all escape safely bc i said so

resident evil 8/village

When the first shot rings out, zoe & mae press mia down, & mae bubbles mia & zoe and sends them to the temple, but can't prevent the capture of the baby, herself, or ethan. The agents pull out mae's gem & throw it far away or put it in a containment unit (or just use a device that disables both her gem & human sides), and((the following is to set up re village w avi & moon as ethan's companions)) she wakes up either at the carcrash site or at a gem settlement, maybe desperately sending word to avi & moon?? That, or she pinned a distress signal thingy to ethan, & avi & moon picked it up.

mae: ah, looks like someone was punched through a wall here. ethan: ...i'm afraid to ask, but why do you know what that looks like?mae: got punched thru a wall once. : D

Imma say mae saves the old shotgun dude & he books it (which she don't blame him for, bc zombies terrifying), but then she gets taken somewhere else & meets back up w ethan at the castle? And in the lil village itself, ethan meets avi & moon?

I was just thinking of like. Ethan coming back to castle dimitrescu post-game (i still haven't seen anything further than entering heisenberg's factory) & seeing lady d holding mae(who was like, insurance both to protect lady d's daughters & to ensure ethan wouldn't try to sneak around & kill them) up with one hand and brandishing her claws with the other & he's like "what the FUCK is going on you said she'd be SAFE--" & mae just blurts out "she's giving me top surgery!!!" in an attempt to break the tension They all never talk about it again😔

[terapsina]

You know there's a thing that I've noticed for a while now that I haven't seen people talk about concerning shipping "17" year old characters with adult characters SPECIFICALLY when those characters are played by actors who are like 5 to 15 years older than the people they're portraying.

Cuz like. There's the part of the brain that goes 'ew no' when we focus on the canon ages. Which is fair. My brain has gone 'ew no' lots of times.

And then there's the part that looks at the actors and consciously or subconsciously thinks 'dude that's a 25 year old, it's fine if they make out with the 30 year old'. Which is also fair.

Because like... you might not always be aware of it after you've watched like a hundred shows with thirty year old "teenagers" but the moment there's a show with teenagers played by actual teenagers the difference is immediately HUGE.

So let's give you guys an example of what I mean.

(I didn't actually ship this but they're a good portrayal of my point)

Canonically: Buffy's not even 17 yet. Angel's a vampire that's in his mid-twenties and was turned multiple centuries ago.

Basically, ewww.

Outside canon however: Sarah Michelle Gellar was 19 or 20 during filming of season 2. David Boreanaz was 27 or 28.

So in real life there might be need for some careful handling of the power dynamics but everyone's a consenting adult so it's basically fine.

Now here's some pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar when she was actually 16 or 17.

Now I don’t know about you but I would have been calling the cops on Angel for mooning after this Buffy.

Now there is the discussion to be had about how casting adults to play teenagers in teen dramas might affect the way teenagers view themselves (and definitely how it might also affect a certain percentage of adults in the ways they view real teenagers)...

From a purely shipping perspective however?

Maybe when you're about to go on a puritanical rant on someone about shipping that underage character with the older, cooler, more adult character maybe allow for the nuance of how what they're actually shipping is two total adults here.

And maybe when you're about to rant about how stupid it is that there's someone who is very squicked out by your favorite ship containing a 17 year old character and that other character who's in their early twenties (or a vampire), they too have every right not to find that ship at all palatable.

[asksprunkiestsimon]

[ Ewww Vinnie.. do you know where these teeth have been?? Grooosss. You have cooties.. ] [ He flicks the dude on the shoulder ]

" respectfully disagree " " bad opinion. worst take i've heard in my life. you are a handsome dude, bro !! "

[ He said that so earnestly. He is bringing nothing but wholesome vibes to the bro-out this evening ] [ Oh! You can hear him mutter a small "ah" and the bulbs tint a green at the pumpkin snacking from Vin. That explains it. Absolute win ] [ Weird little man eats weird little gourd ]

" i thank the moons for my insane immune system .. seriously, i didn't know it was that bad .. ! " " i thought it was just really cold ice ? " " anyone else did that and they'd probably be toast "

[ The alien does not move from the embrace for a few more lingering seconds after the request. Especially after the hug back.. And the begrudgingly peels himself off. He's on duty now, he's a working man now ] [ With a goofy ass smile, he salutes him and then skitters off on business ] [ No such thing as an overloaded request.. He is ON BUSINESS and he will NOT ask for a repeat of instructions. We're going in raw ] [ Getting the butter was easy enough, sliding it on the counter. Getting the freshly made mozzarella (WIN!!! WIN!!!! WIN!!!!) was SO easy ] [ The spices? Not so much ]

[ Simon didn't know fuck about shit when it came to spices. So as soon as he opened the cabinet he was.. nothing short of lost ]

" ..ooh shiiitt .. "

[ Tongue is out in concentration.. He digs through the spice pantry, sniffing at the spices, trying to decide which ones are bomb enough to go in the soup ] [ Sniffsnifnsiff.. Okay, dill. Yeah that should be fine. ] [ Sticks his nose further in.. inhaaale.. Parsley.. okay.. Cinnamon?? Hm.. yes ] [ A sneeze. He piles those spices, alongside the thyme, rosemary (and then he grabs some oregano), before waddling back over with his armful of ingredients, piling them onto the counter in front of Vinnie ]

" knife me, gang " " for the bread, i mean "

"*puff, huff* Simon, what the h- *huff*... Some dude came running over to tell me you were planning on eating dry ice?!-" Vinnie pauses, panting and leaning against his crutch while staring at Simon. "Dude, do not tell me you have a belly full of that stuff right now. Oh my god your appetite is going to be the death of you- Okay, so, I think if you had a normal digestive track you'd be pretty dead by now... So so far, so good. Dude, Si, Simon, Si-Fi, talk to me, what were you thinking?" ( @a-quiet-garden tumblr please please tag me this time please

[ He was arched over in pure agony, blanket hugged close to his form. If his antennae were anymore drooped, they would fall off.. ] [ He looks up at Vinnie, one eye in a permanent squint, definitely highlighting just how much eating dry ice as an alien from outer space hurts ]

" th--three hundred calories " " hell yeEah- "

[ INSANE voice crack ] [ As much as he deserves a good scolding, right now he is looking as if he was going to be insanely sick insanely soon, so he reaches one arm towards Vin as best as he could ]

[ No way dude's going to cuddle u right now, u stinky filthy little creature ]

@a-quiet-garden

[panjakes]

Back stabber

Parings:YunhoxBlackreader

Summary: Yunho was quite literally crazy for you, and unfortunately , you fount out to late

Yunho and you had been friends since childhood. Connected at the hip your mother would always say. You two were inseparable even still in your adulthood. You two had separate friend groups but we’re still very close it made your friends jealous of how close and cute your friendship really was.

Yunho loved your friendship. But he wanted more. Always did. You were the stars,the sky, the moon, the sun, earth and Venues to him. He loved you so much it hurt.

His heart would shatter any time his friends came around and flirted with you and you flirted back. Whenever he flirted with you, you’d just laugh.

Little did you know, he was serious.

“Yn when are you going to let me take you on a date?” Wooyoung asks

“Yeh right! As if she’d allow you to take her ANY where” Yunho says

“Stop being a cockblock” Wooyoung scoffs

“Not being a cockblock it’s the truth” Yunho says shrugging with a smirk

“You just want her to yourself” Wooyoung says rolling his eyes

“So what? She’s my bestfriend” Yunho says

“Yeah bestfriend not your girlfriend so stop hogging her” Wooyoung responds making Yunho scoff and shake his head

You’d just chuckle wrapping your arm around Yunho’s. The small but friendly gesture made his heart race.

“It’s okay Wooyoung. Yunho is just a overprotective bestfriend” you’d say

“Or maybe he’s jealous of our love” Wooyoung says smirking grabbing your hand from across the table

“I hope not” you say smirking before the two of you fell out laughing

“Really? In front of my face?” Yunho asks

“Yunho learn how to take a joke” Wooyoung says getting up from the table

As he walked away Yunho burned holes in his back

“Stop glaring at him” you’d say slapping his arm

“I can’t. Why do you two always flirt?” Yunho asks

“It’s fun” you say shrugging

“Not for him?! Wooyoung might actually like you” Yunho says

“Yunho be quiet. Wooyoung isn’t even my type” you says

“He better not be” Yunho says

“And if he was? What are you gonna do? Beat me up?” You asks

“Yup!!” Yunho says grabbing you putting you into a headlock

“Ah! Yunho stopppp! Your gonna mess up my silk press!” You shout trying to pull away

“Say you love me!” He says smirking

“Ah! I hate you!!” You shout only making her make the headlock tighter

“Ah! Okay okay! I love you!” You say

“Knew you did” he says smirking

“Ugh your so childish! Grow up!” You say pulling out a comb to comb your hair. When you realize you didn’t have a mirror you got up to go to the bathroom

While you were away Wooyoung came back.

“Dude you seriously need to stop being so protecting over Yn. She’s grown she can handle herself” Wooyoung says sipping from his cup

“Sorry I’m protective over my girlfriend” Yunho says making wooyoung do a spit take

“Girlfriend?!” He asks

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone but I don’t like you two flirting” Yunho says

“Shit! I’m sorry dude if I knew you two were together I wouldn’t have flirted with her” Wooyoung says

“Well now you know” Yunho says

“Yunho I’ll kill you! Fuck up my hair again and it’s me and you” you say taking your previous seat

“Won’t happen again” Yunho smirks putting his arm around your shoulders

You look at his hand with a frown

“I’ll bite you” you say calmly making wooyoung laugh

“Playing hard to get I see” Yunho says smirking

“Ewww” you say mushing him away.

The next and final time Yunho decided something needed to be done about your actions was when he was stalking you.

You weren’t really into the gym life or exercising so you went on a morning jog twice a week. You usually jogged 2.5 miles around the local high school track field.

There was a few trees in the yard and Yunho would sit by one and watch as you jogged.

The morning sunlight beaming down on your thick sweaty body and face. Your freshly pressed hair pulled into ponytail swaying behind you.

He couldn’t help but stare at you bitting down on his lips. You wore a black Nike sports bra, that your breast spilt out of, with matching black Nike track shorts.

You were so sexy to Yunho. He just wanted you to be his.

His fantasia came crashing down when he noticed a man jogging very closely behind you. You didn’t notice him because of your AirPods blasting nicki minaj’s pink Friday album in your ears.

He jogged on the side of you waving a hand in front of your face finally getting your attention

“Yes?” You say

“H-hi I’m younghoon” he says reaching out for a handshake

You hesitantly shake his head surprised at how soft his hand was. He puts his other hand on top of yours causing you to raise a brow.

“I hope I don’t sound like a creep but I notice you come here to Jog every now and then, and your so beautiful” he says with a small smile

Yunho sat up from his comfortable slouching position.

Who the hell is the guy? And why was he making moves on his Yn?

“I know you don’t know me but you seem like such a wonderful woman and I’d like to get to know you” he says shocking you.

Never had a man been so forward with you.

Yunho watched from the distance getting angrier at the fact that another man was so close and so touchy with you.

What really did it was when he wrapped his arms around you. To hug you. To feel your smooth exposed skin. To have his chest to your chest.

He didn’t know who this guy was but Yunho knew he had to get rid of him. Quickly

“He’s your what!?!” Yunho asks

“Quiet he’s not my boyfriend…not yet at least” you say spreading the cherry flavored carmax across your lips.

“Not yet?! You like that Bozo?!” Yunho asks

“And so what if I do?” You ask confusedly

“He’s not the man you need Yn” Yunho says making you chuckle

“And what? You are?” You ask giggling

“I’m exactly the man you need”

Is what Yunho wanted to say. But he didn’t want to come off strong and scare you away

“No, I just don’t think it’s him” Yunho says folding his arms

You giggle turning to Yunho wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down to your level.

“Aw Yunnie!! Don’t be jealous! You’ll always be my bestie to the restie!” You say kissing his cheek.

He then started to plan your future together. But what you said soon knocked him out of his day dream. He didn’t want to be your “bestie to the restie”.

He wanted to be your man. Your husband. Your one and only.

He had to get you to be his. He had been delaying his plans.Now seemed like the perfect time. He just had to get rid of Younghoon and fast.

“Hey Yn” Yunho says smiling

“Yes yunnie” you say fixing your wash and go in the mirror

“Stay right here. I have something for you” Yunho says smiling

You look back a little worried. Yunho didn’t have his usual adorable smile. This smile was creep. Erie. Sinister. Disturbing.

“O-okay. I’ll be here then” you say turning back to the mirror

Yunho nods and runs off somewhere in his house. He came back about five minutes later with his hands behind his back.

“What cha got?” You ask

Yunho’s usual adorable smile had returned.

“Well seeing as I am the bestest bestfriend ever…I got you some things” he says before holding out a lavender color tefler bag

You gasp snatching it from his hands. You had been trying to get said bag for months but could not find that color and you were too stubborn to find a substitute color.

“Oh my gosh Yunnie!! Thank you so much!” You basically shout before leaping into the tall man’s arms

“Ah don’t thank me yet! Open it up” he says smirking

You open it seeing your favorite ice coffee and a Tiffany box. You open the box seeing the most gorgeous bracelet

“Oh my Yunho why? What is all this for?” You ask

“Our bestfriend anniversary is coming up” he says smiling

Your jaw dropped. You hadn’t gotten him anything. But it’s okay. Because he lied. You two don’t even have a bestfriend anniversary. Those were apology gifts. To apologize for what he’s about to do.

“Don’t worry! You still have time to get me something” he says laughing at your facial expression

“Good great!” You say grabbing the coffee cup.

Yunho watched closely as you took one big sip from the cold caramel beverage.

You sigh putting the cup down. Yunho smirks at the half empty cup

“You know me so well, I love you so much Yunho” you say dramaticly fluttering your eyelashes

“I love you more Yn” he says

You grab your phone and keys walking to the door

“Where you going?” Yunho asks

And with that question, you started to feel weird.

Your head started spinning. You felt dizzy and nauseous. You were hot. You did not feel good

“I-I have to meet y-younghoon” you say clutching onto the nearest wall

“Not today love. I’ll be the one meeting younghoon” Yunho says coming into your(dizzy)line of vision. You look back at the cup of coffee then back at Yunho

“W-what did you do to me?” You ask falling to the floor

“Nothing I’ll regret I can assure you. Just get your rest my love” Yunho says kissing your forehead and before you knew it, your eyes were closed.

Yunho sighed before picking up your unconscious limp body holding it to his chest.

“I didn’t want things to come to this. I really didn’t. Now I must deal with Younghoon.” He says trying your body up to his, which would now be your, bed.

Younghoon had been waiting on Yn for an hour. This had to be your 6th date and he was ready to pop the question. For the third time.

You were starting to worry him. He hadn’t even heard from you since earlier.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turns around Confused to see yunho. Why is he here?

“Yunho? Why are you here? Where’s Yn?” Younghoon asks

“In my car. I dropped her off” Yunho says pointing to his car

“Okay” he says slowly following behind Yunho

Younghoon looks at Yunho with a funny look. His car was tinted. Very dark

“Why is your car windows so dark?” Younghoon asks

“For reasons”Yunho says fiddling with the semi-wet cloth in his pocket

“Reasons like?”

“Reasons like this” Yunho quickly presses the cloth on Younghoon’s face.

Younghoon struggled and fought with everything in him.

His fight was slowly coming to an end as he slowly started to fall unconscious.

Yunho threw his body in the backseat of his car. He closed the door before looking around to make sure nobody saw the altercation.

He gets into his car starting it up driving away.

The only thought on his mind? Yn.

Yn wakes up pulling at the tight ropes around her wrist.

“What the fuck is this?” She whispered to herself

She looked around the room seeing she was in Yunho’s bedroom. She couldn’t remember what happened. Why the hell was she tired up?

Just as she goes to pull at the ropes again the bedroom door opens and Yunho walks in slowly.

“Yunho what is this?” Yn asks pulling at the rope

“Precautions” Yunho says going to sit on the bed next to her

“Precautions?! Yunho untie me. Now!” Yn says

“I’m afraid I can’t do that my love” he says going to touch her face. She snatches her head away from him with a nasty look

“And why not?” Yn asks

“Because you’ll try and leave me. I won’t let you escape from my grasp again.” Yunho says

“Yunho…what are you talking about?” Yn asks

“I love you Yn. With every fiber of my being. You are the only one I have eyes for, your the only women I’ll ever have eyes for. No women will ever be able to compete with you. I was tired of watching from the sidelines as those weak excuses of men broke you into pieces. They don’t deserve you like I do. I wouldn’t even imagine trying to hurt you. You Yn are my everything” Yunho says making the girl go wide eye

“Yeah you crazy. Yunho let me go! I had something to do today” Yn says pulling at the ropes yet again

“I know. You had a date with younghoon. You don’t have to worry about him anymore, I’m taking care of him” Yunho says with a Erie smirk.

“What did you do to him?” Yn asks

“Nothing yet” Yunho says with a straight face.

“Leave him alone Yunho!” Yn says

“His biggest mistake was talking to you. I will hurt anyone who gets in my way. I have and I will” he says whispering the last part

“Who else have you hurt?” Yn asks tears unknowingly sliding down her face

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing you should be concerned about” he says with a smile

“Your fucking crazy” Yn says shaking her head

“Crazy for you my love” he says before placing a kiss on your cheek. Then he leaves the room.

“Let me see her you crazy bastard” younghoon says dryly.

It had been a month since he had been locked up in this basement.Younghoon was tired and dehydrated. He just wanted to make sure Yn was okay

“Don’t worry about Yn. She’s fine” Yunho says handing him a small cup of water

“I want to see her” younghoon says gulping down the refreshing water

“Fine”

Yunho left and within minutes he came back down with a screaming and thrashing Yn.

“Sweetheart please calm down! Someone wants to see you” Yunho says gesturing over to younghoon

The dark skin girl looked around spotting younghoon falling into his weak and frail arms in an instant.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Younghoon asks

“No, looks like he hurt you” Yn says noticing the small cuts, scratches, dried blood and bruises.

“I’ll be fine. I just want you safe” he says caressing her smooth soft skin.

“Alright that’s enough” Yunho says trying to pry Yn from Younghoons arms

“No!” Yn shouts from the top of her lungs not wanting to be away from the only man that made her feel safe.

“Yn let go. Now!” Yunho says

Younghoon wouldn’t let go. Not this time.

He fought tooth and nail with Yunho over Yn.

Yunho had enough and with that he pushed Yn to the opposite side of the basement. Yunho knew he had an advantage on younghoon.

The man had been starved. He was weak and frail. This would be easy for Yunho.

Once Yunho had the upper hand he pushed Younghoon to the ground hard. He took the knife out from his pocket and quickly thrusted it into the other man’s stomach

“No!” Yn shouts running over to Yunho beating on him begging him to stop. Yunho pulled the knife out watching the man slowly fall as he bleed out.

Yn rushed to the man’s side cradling his head in her lap

“Fuck! Younghoon I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry” she cried out

“I-it’s okay, I-I’ll be o-okay” he says trying to smile. Yn shakes her head

“N-no! No you won’t stop lying!” Yn says

Yunho stood above the two, knife in hand dripping in blood. The sight was disgusting. His women crying over another man.

“I ha-have something t-to tell yo-you” he says weakly grabbing the womens hand

“Yes?” The women cried

“I love yo-“

He was quickly cut off by Yunho ending his last minute with a slice to the throat.

Yn watched in horror as he choked on his blood. She slowly looked at her blood soak hands. Catching a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror, she started screaming.

Her face neck and hair were dotted in blood.

Yunho wiped the bloody knife off on his pants before throwing it to the side

“How dare he confess his love to a women who’s already taken” Yunho mumbles

Yn clutches younghoons head sobbing. This man had just died because of her.

Yunho had enough of the disgusting display and grabbed Yn who kicked and screamed. He picked her up throwing her body over his shoulder leaving the basement and leaving younghoons cold body on the cold basement floor

It had now been a day since Yn witnessed Yunho kill younghoon. She had been quiet. She would say anything. She’d nod her head yes or no. No words ever came out.

She sat in the middle of the bed as Yunho brushed her kinky hair with the biggest smile on his face. He got up and sat in front of Yn still smiling.

Oh how it made her sick.

“My love could you sing for me? I miss your beautiful voice” Yunho says

Yn shook her head no making Yunho sigh.

“What do you want from me love?” He asks

“To let me go” she said clear as day

“I can’t do that.” Yunho says

“I hate you” Yn says voice dripping with venom

“You don’t mean that love bug” Yunho says chuckling

“I do. Your a backstabber. You back stabbed me Yunho” Yn says bitterly

“For your love, I’d backstab you a million times” Yunho says with an Erie glint in his eyes.

That was Yn’s last straw. She jumped on Yunho trying her best to beat the tall giant.d he hated him with everything in her. How was she ever his bestfriend?

“Enough!” Yunho says pushing the girl down to the floor. Just as she was about to get up again his palm went across her cheek.

He had slapped her.

Never in a million years did she think he’d put his hands on her.

She sat in disbelief

“Time to lay down some rules babygirl.” Yunho says sitting down at the edge of the bed

“You are my women, when people ask we are engaged” he says pulling a ring box out from under a pillow

He opens it slipping it onto the distraught girls finger

“Two. You will love me. And if you don’t you will act like it” he says flatly

“Three, when we are in public you will smile and act as if we are a happy couple”

“Four, the guys are coming over. When they ask where you’ve been you will say you went back home to visit your parents”

“H-how long have I been gone?” Yn asks

“A month” Yunho responds

“A-a month?” Yn whispers

“Yes. Now get washed and dress. If you open your mouth about anything…I’ll hurt someone else close to you. Don’t try me again Yn.” Yunho says leaving the room

Yn broke down. How did she end up here. Why did her bestfriend put her in this position?

After being cleaned from the dried blood, Yn got dressed. Yunho came into the room smiling

“Are you ready my love?” He asks

Yn says nothing. She just follows behind Yunho to the living room.

When she got there San was holding a cake

“Welcome home!” Everyone shouts. She looked over at Yunho who was glaring at her. She gives a weak smile

“T-thank you guys” she says

“We missed you!” Jongho says

“I…missed you guys to”

“We didn’t know you and Yunho were together” Yeosang says

“Yeah why didn’t you tell us?!” Seonghwa asks

“It was a secret, we didn’t want to say anything just yet” yn says feeling Yunho’s eyes glaring at her.

He walks over hugging her side kissing her forehead

“Your doing good baby. Keep it up and you’ll be reward it” Yunho whispers into her ear. She slight jumps when his hand Ccollided with her ass.

She closes her eyes trying not to explode. She wasn’t risking anyone else’s life

“Yn come cut your cake!” Wooyoung says

“Yeah! I want a piece!” Mingi says with a pout

“Go cut your cake baby” Yunho says before kissing the shell of her ear

She walked over to the table with a shiver. Never had Yunho ever made her uncomfortable.

Once she made it to the cake she grabbed the knife. It looked like the same knife Yunho used to kill younghoon. She gulps looking down at the cake

“Welcome home Yn!” Was what it said.

Yn looked over at Yunho who had a sickly sweet look on his face.

Was this her life now?

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I kept switching the point of view and was too lazy to change it so yeah that’s on me😭

[username426005]

My reactions to the finale:

"I hate it here!" They really said that lol

The girls are fighting!!!!!

Her hands get cold..... MITTENS LORE

Wish we had gotten to see more of Eda's time in Hexside with the others

"I will not be taking notes this time" Raine canonically criticized his fashion sense before apparently

Get back plant bitch

*Belos betrays the Collector* why am I gasping? I already knew that

Also he fixed his face? Was that part of the "scarred by wild magic" narrative of his? He looks better like this anyway

Kiki can't get a win

YEET

Luz came out of a pokéball and used fucking fire blast

Willow strong as hell

Alador baby no :(

I guess Terra wasn't really buying all of Raine's acting after all

COVEN HEADS FIGHT

Eber were those the flesh-eating beetles? Did you just kill him?

EWWW KEEP THAT MASK ON

Okay he's alive

Wow, who would've thought Raine wasn't a traitor, just worried *stares at half the fandom*

My brother in Titan, YOU killed your brother

Oh the scar is back

NOT THE PETRIFICATION SPELL. Luz really should've kept that one to use on him tbh

Luz declared Phillip dripless

The parallel between the Collector's pinky swear and Luz's handshake and how Phillip trusts it...

Also Luz quick thinking there girl, nice

Well fuck. Does that look like paradise to you?

Goop form time baby

King, Alador, Hunter, Eda :(

Ok, the crack is form the fall, he's safe otherwise

Kiki you nosy little bitch

HIS NAME WAS CALEB CONFIRMED

Shit that's a lot of masks

The symbol from the tower hides stuff from the Collector, and it really was King's dad that trapped him

Another parallel, the kids trust in pinky swears

They really just removed her hand. RAINE!!!!

Oh shit, they just look like that, no possession required. Also his full theme slaps

Luz got a scar in her eyebrow too

"I'm not angry though!" *swirls your arm like spaghetti and kills you*

The gang pretending to know what they're talking about like in the last ep with the assets

HUNTER'S WHINE AUSHHAHAHA

This mf really went "Lunar locket!" and moved the moon out of the way. Op child

IS EVERYONE SAFE NOW?

Dude don't break his skull like that :( They're going to the human realm?!?!?!?

Again, the music slaps. The visuals too

EXCUSE ME? WHAT KINDA LICH THING WAS THAT. IS HE NOT DEAD YET? IF HE HURTS HUNTER ANY FURTHER I SWEAR TO TITAN

She's holding it together. The portal, not her emotions and mental health

The Collector's shorter than that dream, I wonder why

KING NO. His big sis :(

The way she just stands at the door like at the end of Agony of a Witch...... me too Gus

TOH AMPHIBIA IN THE SAME UNIVERSE

CAMILA AND VEE

HE'S STILL ALIVE NO

[bisluthq]

Okay gnat I’m gonna calm down with the PR talk and get real for a moment. One actual critique I have on this blog is the fact that it’s too heteronormative and it’s actually sad because you’re a queer woman and you should know better. The way you and your followers all speak about queer experiences is so weird and you project heteronormativity on to Taylor and everyone. You say it’s homophobic to call Joe gay because he seems feminine (or Josh) yet you claim Karlie is 100% straight because … vibes? And one can say you are just erasing her possible queerness because she is het-presenting. You can claim those tweets are complete evidence they weren’t kissing but mind you there are also tweets that say the exact opposite. Choose one narrative at a time. And the reason I bring up heteronormativity is because your automatic response to them kissing is “well they were only doing it for Josh!” First that’s weird coming from a queer woman who knows damn well how much queer womens’ experiences have been invalidated and twisted throughout history to favor men. Just because YOU have possibly done it to make a man hard doesn’t mean a majority of queer woman do. And as always it’s always “well they were only kissing to please men… there’s no way they were kissing because they were attracted to eachother!” which is deeply homophobic and heteronormative. So is claiming that she was “just drunk” and that meant nothing. It was 2014 not 2002 nor was it a porn film (ewww) Another conclusion anyone could make was that Josh and Karlie weren’t actually dating (literally why would someone’s girlfriend kiss someone else in front of them) OR they were poly. OR they weren’t together at the time. Instead you and other people come up with any reason under the moon to explain that they were “just whispering!” We know damn well if it was a man Taylor was dancing a man you would automatically assume they were kissing. Let’s be honest here. This isn’t me being biased it’s just a fact. I have seen the videos 100 times (I have never cared that Taylor was gay or not so no I was not emotionally attached to her at all) and yes they were kissing. Denying it is just being heteronormative and kind of homophobic. You can claim they were just FWB or blah blah but at least don’t deny an actual video. It’s actually bordering on denial and dare I say.. conspiracy thinking. Which is ironic because it is what you all accuse kaylors of doing.

Idk I’ve watched the video 100 times and I don’t see them kiss. Especially not from other angles. They’re talking. You can think my blog is heteronormative or whatever but the easiest thing to do is just… block me. Like I’m sorry I’m not Lesbian Jesus and I’m sorry I struggle with comphet and I’m sorry that I live in reality where in like 2010 two girls in my grade literally used to kiss for attention like… they did and it made me extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed and hate my own sexuality. They did it so boys would cheer. That shit happens.

Karlie has never said anything to indicate she’s queer. She’s been with a man since 2012. Before that she said she wanted to marry Tom Brady and have five sons. She converted to this man’s religion, a process that began in 2015. Like it’s not “based on vibes” - it’s that the vibes absolutely support biographical facts about her and the fact that she has, since debut, spoken about boys boys boys. That’s her personality. The odds of her being poly or open are just… unbelievably small my dude because she’s a very traditional girl and that’s fine. Like it doesn’t make her bad in any way. She’s been lucky to find someone who loves her and to make a cute baby with him.

And if “Josh and Karlie weren’t dating” why did she make out with him “too”? Or would you rather I say Taylor was in a throuple with Jared Kushner’s little brother? Maybe less heteronormative but sorta unlikely surely?

Finally - you say you’re not attached to this but if you watched these videos 100s of times and write me - a person you dislike and could just block my dude - essays, I think you’re lying to yourself about that. You’re deriving a lot of self-worth from “knowing about PR” (which you don’t seem to 🙃) and from knowing that Taylor Swift fucked supermodel Karlie Kloss.

[aedelia]

Burnt Bacon and Bright Stars

Truce present for @grimgrinningghoul​ !

Danny has had a lot on his mind since he got his powers.  Even more so since he dealt with Spectra.  He decides to trust his family and finds that some things never change. AO3 | FF.net

Burnt Bacon and Bright Stars

 Danny was stretched out on his favorite starry blue blanket while looking up at the night sky.  His father was next to him on a big blanket the same color as Mars and talking about ghosts. His voice was big and bounced off the shiny walls as he waved his arms around. Danny liked how his dad talked with his hands and tonight, he’d used his hands to point out Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.  To Danny, his father was like Ursa Major, large and bright, and he was Ursa Minor, smaller but still just like him.

“And when the Ops Center is complete, those ghosts won’t be able to hide anymore! This baby will have the most advanced ectoplasm sensing satellites scanning for traces all over the northern hemisphere!”

Danny looked up at his father and wistfully said, “I wanna be a ghost someday. Then I can go to space and fly to the moon.” He rolled over on his side, propped his chin on his hand, and his elbow on the floor. His dad rolled over and mirrored Danny’s position. 

“Oh Danny-boy, you don’t want to be a ghost. Ghosts are scary and want to hurt people.”

“Nuh-uh, I would be a good ghost and not be scary. I would even make sure to do all of my chores and help old ladies with their groceries!”

Daddy said, “But Danny-boy, Mommy and Daddy hunt ghosts. We try to catch them and protect people because ghosts are bad.”

Danny pouted before shaking his head, “I would be a good ghost and save people instead of hurt them, like a superhero!”

His dad chuckled as he stood up.  “Ghost powers would be good superpowers for heroes if they weren’t bad,” he said.

Danny sat up. 

“Ghost powers would be the best for exploring outer space!  If you don’t need to breathe then you wouldn’t need an oxygen tank and you could carry a whole bunch of useful tools and bring back space rocks. If you could go intangible then you wouldn’t have to worry about friction leaving or reentering the atmosphere, you wouldn’t need a space suit and could just fly straight to the moon!” Danny pointed up at the full moon which brightly shined over the town. “It would be so easy to explore the other planets in our solar system with ghost powers.  Dust on Mars wouldn’t be a problem, storms on Jupiter wouldn’t be a problem. I could go count the rings of Saturn and compare them to Jupiter’s ring.”

Danny hugged his knees to his chest before asking, “Daddy, would you and Mommy hunt me if I was a ghost? Even if I was a good ghost?”

Danny’s father crouched next to him and put  his large hand on the boy’s shoulder, “If you were a ghost, I would know you’re good, even if you have big teeth and pointy claws and horns,” He scooped him up and gently swung him around through the air, “Even if you turned green and hairy.  As long as you’re Danny I will always love you!” He brought his son to face him, “Even if you turned into a ghost, you’ll always be my little boy.”

Danny giggled and put his hands on his father’s cheeks and gave him nose kisses.  “I love you too Daddy!”

--

Jack gathered the blankets and slung them over one shoulder and Danny over the other.  He carried the giggling boy down the stairs all the way to the kitchen.  He plopped his son into his chair. 

“Well, Mommy and Jazzy-pants should be back soon from the store, and I think they’re bringing home pizza!”

Danny laughed at the nickname for his sister before cheering, “Yay!  Pizza!” He threw his hands in the air. “Do the pizza dance, Daddy!”

Jack sighed dramatically before smiling and saying, “Ok, I’ll do the pizza dance.”

He danced around the kitchen, waving his arms and occasionally chanting, “Pizza! Pizza!  I want some pizza!”  

Danny wiggled in his seat and yelled, “Pizza! Pizza!” every time his dad did.  They were loud enough that neither of them heard the click of the front door opening and shutting, or noticed that Maddie and Jazz were home until Maddie’s voice joined in the song..

“Pizza, pizza, here’s the pizza!” She sang as she danced into the kitchen with two big pizza boxes.  

Jazz bounced into the room chattering about how excited she was to start first grade and how happy she was to have the big colored pencil box that had all of the important colors and its own special sharpener. Jack danced around Maddie before he pulled her into a spin and dipped her for a kiss while his other hand held the pizza boxes steady. 

“Ewww.” Danny and Jazz said together.

When Jack released Maddie and took the pizzas, she asked, “So what have you two boys been up to while we were gone?”

Jack turned to put the boxes on the counter. As he grabbed paper plates and napkins out of the cupboard he replied, “Me and Danny were taking advantage of the clear sky and were stargazing up in the ops center.”

Maddie turned back to face him with her hands on her hips and a mild look of disapproval. 

“I hope you cleaned up the floor before you let Danny up there,” she said.

Jack kissed her on the forehead before he passed her some plates.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned up the floor and made sure to put down blankets.”

Maddie beamed up at Jack while Danny and Jazz made gagging sounds at their affection.

“I also told Danny a little about ghosts and what they can do.”

“I want to be a ghost someday!” Danny exclaimed from his seat at the table.

“A ghost? Jack!” Maddie scolded as she turned from Danny’s beaming face to Jack’s stiff shoulders.

She kneeled next to Danny’s chair. 

“Danny, why would you want to be a ghost? Ghosts are bad and they attack people.” She explained.

“Ghost powers would be the best for exploring outer space! And I could do my chores faster and go to the Moon and Mars and all of the other planets!” He rambled. “I would be a nice superhero ghost Mommy.”

“I suppose those would be some good uses for ghost powers, sweetie.” She said as she ruffled his hair.

Jazz piped up from across the table, “Ghosts aren’t real, but if they were, Danny couldn’t be a scary or mean ghost even if he tried. So, Danny would be a good ghost if they did exist.”

Maddie smiled and said, “Yes, our Danny couldn’t be a bad ghost. If either of you were ghosts we would still love you.”

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Danny leaned forward in bed and stretched his arms out over his head. The last several nights he had been thinking hard about whether or not he should tell his parents the truth about his accident. His powers were pretty much under control now. He hadn’t had any intangibility or invisibility accidents for at least a couple of weeks. He had been trying to remember all the times that his parents had mentioned ghosts before the portal was built. This had been on his mind so much now that he had continued to relive his memories in his dreams. If there was a ghost that could affect dreams or memories he’d be concerned, but he hadn’t heard of any with powers like that. 

The memory he had dreamt of this time was from when he was little. He remembered the unfinished walls of the ops center and the silly dance his dad would do whenever they had pizza. Maybe this was the sign he needed that it was time to tell them. 

Danny grabbed his phone from the nightstand and called Tucker. His heart felt like it was beating in his ears as the other line rang. After a few unending seconds, he heard a click, and then Tucker’s voice.

“Danny? Are you ok?”

“Tucker, you know how I’ve been thinking about telling my parents about the whole half ghost thing? I had a dream last night and I remembered that when I was little I told them I wanted to be a ghost.”

There was a lengthy pause before Tucker groaned, “Dude. It’s 4 am.”

Danny cringed slightly as he looked over at his alarm clock.

“Were they ok with you wanting to be a ghost when you were a little kid?” Tucker asked. “Because I can’t see them being too thrilled about it. Even back when we were little they were pretty anti-ghost.”

“I remember I told them I wanted to be a ghost because ghost powers would be great for exploring space and the Moon. I even told them how I would use the basic powers to go into space if I was a ghost. They wanted to remind me that ghosts were bad but they did say that if I was a ghost they wouldn’t hunt me. Dad even said that ghost powers would be good superpowers.”

“Well it seems like you already want to tell them and I have been saying you should tell them since you got your powers. Have you even tried to go to space since you got them?” he asked.

“Tucker,” Danny groaned. “I’ve been way too busy trying to deal with the ghosts that’ve been invading and trying not to flunk all of my classes to even think about going to space.”

Tucker snorted. “I’m sure you’ve managed to at least think of it, but seriously, it’s probably a good idea to tell them before something bad happens and someone gets hurt. Who knows what kind of nasty ghost could attack next?”

“Yeah, you’re right. The longer I wait the harder this’ll be. Thanks for helping me talk it out.”

“Sure thing, buddy. Just, try to keep the existential dilemmas and mental crises to daylight hours.”

“I make no promises.” Danny chuckled.

“Alright, fair enough. But if that’s everything, talk to you later. I’ll even warn Sam for you so she won’t try to talk you out of it.”

“Thanks Tucker, you’re the best.”

“You know it!” Tucker answered before hanging up the call.

Danny laid back down, thoughts racing, as he tried to think of how to tell his parents.

“Hey Mom and Dad, you remember how the ghost portal wasn’t working at first? Well I did get it to start…but I happened to be inside it?” He dragged his hand over his face with a groan. 

“Hey you know how we aren’t supposed to be messing around in the lab because it’s dangerous? Well I may have disregarded the rules…but at least now the portal is working?” He grabbed his hair and tugged at it in frustration.

“Maybe I should start with Jazz. I know she has to believe in ghosts now since she saw Phantom and Spectra after the Spirit Rally last week. She did say that I can talk to her about anything though I doubt this was what she was expecting.”

Decision now made, Danny slid out of bed and crept down the hall to Jazz’s room. Her door was slightly ajar with light spilling into the hallway so she must’ve been awake.  He lightly knocked on the door and poked his head in through the gap. 

Jazz sat in bed in comfortable pajamas with a book in hand.

“Danny? You’re up early.” She checked the clock. “I’m surprised to see you before noon on a Saturday. Come in. Is something wrong?”

Danny shuffled into the room and softly closed the door behind him. He rubbed the back of his neck as he stood by the entrance.  His eyes skipped past his sister’s face as they roved over the bookshelves stuffed with psychology and science textbooks. She still had all of her spelling bee medals pinned and hanging around the border of the cork board behind her desk.  With posters of quotes from famous scientists intermixed with handwritten motivational phrases, her personality practically oozed from the walls. Now that he was actually in her room, it was like all of his confidence had just evaporated.

As the silence dragged longer, Jazz put her book aside and patted the bed next to her.  Danny gingerly stepped forward before he perched on the edge of the bed.

Jazz rolled her eyes and pulled him closer. Once she had rearranged the blankets to cover both of them she said lightly, “Just like when we were little and you would sneak into my bed after nightmares.”

Danny chuckled, tension broken, and said, “Speaking of when we were little, do you remember right when you were in, I don’t know, first grade, and I told Mom and Dad that I wanted to be a ghost someday?”

He felt her go very still. She stared straight ahead for a long moment before she shook her head and answered.

“I do remember that. They were still doing that ridiculous pizza dance back then. Wasn’t that before they finished the Ops Center?  You used to stargaze up there with whoever you could convince to go up with you.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Well, remember how we basically all agreed that I couldn’t be a bad or scary ghost even if I tried?”

“I do remember that, too.” she laughed. “Of course, now we all know that ghosts actually do exist. But I stand by what I said back then, even if ghosts exist, you wouldn’t be a bad ghost.”

Danny managed a half smile and took a deep breath. 

“So a few months ago when I had the accident in the lab I got more than just a shock. I was in the portal when it turned on and ever since I’ve had ghost powers and can turn into a ghost. I’m not dead! I can turn back to well, mostly normal, very easily. The ghosts call me the halfa, half ghost, half boy. I’ve been catching the ghosts that come through the portal and putting them back in the ghost zone. They aren’t all bad either. I’ve met a few nice ghosts that live in, well haunt, the human world. They’ve been really friendly and helpful! Some of them just want to be left alone, you know? I’m rambling now aren’t I?” 

Danny paused for a breath and raised his head from his knees to how Jazz was taking it. She smiled at him.

“Uh, Jazz? Are you going to say anything?”

Instead of responding, she pulled him into a tight hug. It took a moment for him to relax.

“Jazz?” he asked with a sniff, “C’mon you can’t just-“

“I am so proud of you!” she said. “I know it was very brave of you to tell me a big secret like that.”

“Wait, you already knew?” he asked.

“I suspected something was going on for a while, but I only found out last week during the Spectra thing at the Spirit Rally. I was hoping you would tell me when you were ready. I’m proud of you for telling me, and for all you’ve been doing to protect everyone. I’ve been doing what I could to help cover for you with Mom and Dad and your teachers.”

“You have?” He asked, eyebrows creeping into his hairline.

“I may be your bossy big sister, but I care for you and I don’t want to make things harder or more stressful for you.” She paused, and then asked, “Are you planning on telling Mom and Dad next?”

“I thought you just said that you were trying not to make things more stressful for me.” Danny teased. “But yeah, I guess remembering how supportive they were when we were little was the push that I needed to be ready.”

“Well, I’m sure they’re awake now, and the kitchen should be pretty safe right now. I made them clean up their experiments yesterday. If you’re ready, now would be a good time.”

“Yeah…you’re right, it just feels like a lot to tell them. Even knowing that they’ll accept me, I’m still worried that they won’t see me the same, or that they’ll want me to stop hunting ghosts.” Danny said as he slipped out of her arms and off the bed. “Will you come down and back me up when I tell them?” he asked.

“Of course I will! Just give me a couple of minutes to grab a few things and I’ll be right down.”

Jazz flipped her blankets off revealing her favorite pajamas that were covered in different scientific formulas.

“You’re still a nerd.” Danny said as he ducked back out of her room.

“And you’re a dork.” She retorted.

“I love you too!” he called as he headed towards the stairs.

Danny paused at the top of the steps and pulled out his phone to message his friends.

Danny:           About to tell my parents

                      Wish me luck!

Tucker:          You don’t need luck

Sam:              If things go bad come to my house, I can hide you in                                      my closet.  

                      it’s big enough to have its own ensuite

Tucker:          Sweet!

He let out a humorless chuckle and put his phone away. A few seconds later Jazz walked up behind him with a large binder titled, Reasons Why Not All Ghosts are Bad, and Especially not Danny.

“You had enough time to make a whole thing of why ghosts aren’t all bad?” he asked.

“Don’t be silly, I’ve been working on this since the first ghosts showed up and started adding in the bits specifically about you last week. I thought it might come in handy one day to have all of the evidence together.”

“I both admire and fear your organization.” Danny said.

Jazz sniffed imperiously and said, “As you should.”

Danny went down the stairs slowly with Jazz trailing behind him. He stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, but Jazz gave him a gentle push across the threshold.

“Morning, sweetie!” his mom called from the stove where she was frying up surprisingly non-ectoplasmic bacon and eggs.

“Good Morning, son!” his father said from the kitchen table where he was tinkering with a gadget, parts strewn all across the tabletop.

From behind him, Jazz facepalmed and muttered, “So much for keeping the kitchen clean.” 

Danny cleared his throat. 

“Mom, Dad, I have something I need to tell you.” He picked at one of the holes in his pajama sleeves as he waited for their response.

“Is it about ghosts?” His dad asked.

“Well, kinda.” Danny answered, now rubbing the back of his neck.

“Have ghosts been threatening my boy?” His dad demanded as he leapt up from the table.

“Well yes, and no…” Danny’s voice trailed off. 

“What ectoplasmic scum thinks it can mess with a Fenton? I’ll tear it apart molecule by molecule!” Jack exclaimed with his fist in the air.

“Now Jack, calm down,” Maddie turned from the stove and put her hand on his arm, “I’m sure that whatever is going on will make more sense after Danny has had a chance to tell us about it.”

Danny chuckled nervously, glad that Jazz was behind him for moral support. “Let me just start from the beginning then. A few months ago when I had that accident in the lab and got the portal working, I was a lot closer to it than I told you.”

“How close were you?” Maddie asked.

Danny hugged himself as he answered, “I was inside it, there was an ‘on’ button on the inside and I accidentally hit it while I was looking in it.”

“But Danny, the shock of that much electricity, not to mention the ectoplasm, should have killed you! You were fine when we came home and the portal was working.”

Maddie quickly ran over to him, scrutinizing him for signs of injury.

“I was fine! I still am!” Danny added as he backed away with his hands in the air. “I just had a few more side effects than the tingling and numbness from the shock. What I’m saying is, ever since the accident with the portal, I’ve had ghost powers.”

“Ghost powers? Sweetie, humans can’t have ghost powers.” She put the back of her hand to his forehead to check for a fever and then grabbed his wrist to check his pulse. “You don’t have a fever, and your heartbeat is steady if a bit slow. Honey, you’re not a ghost.”

“I know, I’m still human most of the time, I can turn into a ghost and back at will and can use my powers in either form.” He held up his free hand. “Here, look.” Then he flickered his hand in and out of visibility. 

His mom frowned. “I suppose the high concentration of ectoplasm would have prevented you from crossing to the other side, especially as you would have been effectively on both sides if you were in the portal when it activated. Is this why you’ve been dropping glassware at school?”

“Yeah, getting control of the powers was a little tricky at first and several times they went off while I was holding beakers or flasks in science class. And that’s basically the theory so far, that being in the portal when it activated saved me from actually dying.”

“Son, why did it take so long for you to tell us?” his dad asked.

Danny looked down, unable to meet his dad’s eyes or to look at his mom wrapped around him. “I was afraid.  At first I didn’t want to worry you guys or get in trouble for not obeying lab safety rules. Then I was hunting the ghosts that were attacking the town and I didn’t want you to try to stop me when I’m able to help protect people. I was also worried that you would see me as a ghost instead of your son or not believe me when I told you.” 

“Oh sweetie, of course we believe you’re still you. This does explain why almost all of our inventions were going off around you. You’re very lucky that you didn’t get hurt!  We’ll have to work at modifying them to ignore your signature.” His mom said.

“Whether you’re a boy, a ghost, or something in between, you’re our son and we love you.” Jack added as he picked up both his wife and his son in a hug. “I bet you’ve got all kinds of insider information on ghosts now! Think of how much you can help advance our understanding of ghosts and how they interact with our world!”

“We love you, sweetie. No matter what.” Maddie said.

“I knew everything would be alright.” Jazz cheered as she joined the group hug.

Danny smiled and basked in the acceptance of his family. He’d been pretty sure that they would accept him, but it still felt amazing to have his trust validated.

A moment later, he wrinkled his nose. 

“I think the bacon’s burning.”

Jazz jumped out of the hug.

“I’ve got it! None of you move!” She exclaimed. 

She hurried over to the stove, flipped the bacon, and turned the heat down.

As he sat in his parents’ arms, Danny decided that slightly burnt bacon was his new favorite smell.

[beerecordings]

Could I please get some favored puppet au content? 👀 with Chase and Anti, perhaps with them going through a very routine day? (I can send another ask with one of those sentence prompt if that's too vague)

Favored Puppet AU:  Based on the relationships in this post, Anti has certain egos he’s kidnapped and come to favor. Some are his “pets,” some he genuinely sees as friends.  (Chase, One: Anti realizes it might have become attached to the human man it’s been haunting for months now and decides to steal him for its own.)

Trigger warnings for mentions of human sacrifices and monsters eating humans, including children. It’s only briefly mentioned, not a real plot point, but it’s from Anti’s perspective so it’s very straight-forward about it.

Part 1/3.

Sleepy human.

Anti sits beneath his little loft room, listening to Chase breathe.

Hhhhhhh – mmmmm. Hhhhhh. Mmmmmmh. Cough. Hhhhhh.

Breathe through his nose. Peaceful like birds singing.

He makes the whole house smell like human – warmth, oxygen, faint vanilla from the shampoo Anti bought him from the dollar store. Anti doesn’t mind. Anti likes vanilla, and warmth is okay, and when he comes home, the air in the house moves and circles and spins because Chase is there, breathing. Hhhhh – mhhhh. Sleepy, sleepy human.

It makes Anti sleepy too. What time is it? The moon is going back to bed. The sun is coming back. He’s been out all night hunting. Insomnia, Chase calls it. Wouldn’t you rather rest?

The thought of wanting to sleep was not something that had ever occurred to Anti before Chase. What is sleep to a fairy in the human world? Just a chance for your enemies to hurt you.

But Chase’s sleeping makes him tired too, these days. Chase’s sleeping makes him want to rest.

He climbs the ladder up towards the little loft room, where Chase’s bed is tucked against the one wall. His warm body splays out over the blankets. Anti falls onto the mattress besides him without fanfare and Chase mumbles, throwing an arm over him. Anti lies still, staring up at him, at his quiet face. Chase does not wake to the smell of him or the touch of him or the words that he whispers in his broken voice before he lets his eyes slide shut. Chase no longer wakes for Anti’s presence.

These days, they rest together.

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“Beep beep beep.”

Chase’s eyes slide irritably open to the sound of Anti mimicking his old alarm clock.

“Beep. Beep beep.”

“Have you decided that’s a comfortable spot?” grumbles Chase, glaring down at the demon resting the weight of most of his body against his ribcage.

“Beep.” Anti glares back at him. “Beep beep beeeeep.”

“Five more minutes.”

Anti sits up and digs his elbows into his lungs.

Chase makes a noise like “hurk!” and squirms to get away, only ending up pinned down to the bed, yelping as Anti digs his sharp little elbow right beneath the ribs.

“Torturer!” shrieks Chase, grabbing him by the shoulders and flipping him onto the bed.

They both know from experience that if Anti wanted to he could lift Chase up by the back of the neck with one hand or pin him down even if he struggled with his whole body against him – they had a long learning curve in terms of Anti trying to figure out how to keep him quiet when he was upset, though they figured it out eventually. But play was also included in the learning process, and Anti, for all that he could tear Chase’s head from his spine with his bare hands, allows himself to be pushed down onto the bed and held by the shoulders, growling up at Chase with dog’s teeth bared in his mouth.

“You’re the worst,” says Chase.

“Beep,” says Anti one more time, and boops his nose. “Eat food time.”

“Are you going to cook for me?”

“No cook! Chay cooks. Sssstupid.”

“What should I make?”

“Make house smell like meat!”

“Bacon it is.”

It’s been thirteen months since the day Anti shoved him into the car and drove him away from his burning apartment building. And Chase, well – he’s adjusted.

He can’t wake up without Anti waking him up, but Anti makes sure to wake him up, so what does it matter? Chase says it’s not healthy, sometimes. Anti hates that. They’ll be in the middle of a good time and then Chase will go quiet all of a sudden and start shaking his head. “This isn’t healthy. Look at me. This isn’t healthy. I know it’s not.”

But luckily, those moments are becoming fewer and fewer.

Anti purrs, lying back on the bed as he watches Chase stretch, listening to the pull of his muscles and the pop of his joints. He’s getting stronger and fatter. Anti is pleased.

“Come on, then,” says Chase, brushing his hand over Anti’s hair as he passes. “Let’s get some food, mister.”

Anti glitches down the stairs and waits for Chase to follow, heading for the kitchen. “Bacon, bacon, bacon,” he chants at him, pronouncing it incorrectly in his glitching, electronic-sounding voice. He gets the bacon out of the meat compartment and tears the bag open with his teeth, letting the last bits of pink pig’s blood stain his teeth before handing it over to Chase. “Cook.”

“What noise does it make?” Chase tests him, taking the bacon and setting the frying pan on the stovetop.

Anti frowns, irritated. S’s are hard for him. He glitches back and forth across the room for a moment, shape-shifting his mouth.

“Sssssszzlll,” he manages finally, his eyes lighting. “Hsssss.”

“Yay,” Chase laughs. “Good job.”

Anti simpers, pleased with himself, leaping up onto the counter and kicking his legs back and forth. Yes, things are good these days. Things are good and getting better all the time. His pet. He made the right choice all those months ago.

The bacon does sizzle, flecks of hot grease leaping out of the pan. Chase stands carefully back as he fries it. Anti comes closer, watching it with a mild sort of contentedness in his eyes. He sticks his hand above the pan and lets the grease jump up onto his skin. Black burns gnaw into the white flesh, revealing veins and bones in his hands, though nothing bleeds. Nothing on Anti ever bleeds.

And Chase just cooks, unperturbed. Anti lifts his hand up to show it to him.

“Gross,” says Chase, smiling.

“No, cool,” says Anti. “Lit.”

Chase laughs so hard he almost drops the frying pan.

“That’s my fault for using lingo around you, dude.”

“Dude,” repeats Anti. “Lit. That’s my fault.”

“Say, ‘I am a grumpy baby.’”

Anti cocks his head at him, squinting his eyes.

“I am a grumpy baby,” repeats Chase, grinning. “Come on, you can do it.”

“Mmmmmh. Grumpy baby,” he growls, leaning forward with his teeth out.

“Hey, hey! What did we talk about? No biting!”

“Play,” protests Anti, mashing their skulls together, looking at Chase’s ear.

“No, no biting even for playing. Humans don’t like getting bit. Most of the time.”

“Grumpy baby,” grumbles Anti, stepping back again and pacing around the kitchen. “Grumpy.”

Chase turns around, leaning back against the counter and smiling at him as he watches him meander around, glitching and transporting. Eventually, Anti glitches back into his space and picks up a piece of bacon.

“Have you had bacon before?” he asks politely.

“No, I ask you that,” laughs Chase. “You know I’ve had bacon before.”

“Have I had bacon before?” Anti corrects himself, tilting his head.

“I don’t know, have you?”

Anti tilts his head again. Right, left. Right, left. Like a curious bird. Chase reaches up and scratches at his beard and Anti melts into his touch, purring.

“Try?” offers Chase.

“Try,” repeats Anti, sticking a piece of bacon in his mouth.

It’s good. Pig flesh and fat.

“Sssszzzl,” he mimicks quietly, putting his head down on Chase’s shoulder, because he owns him and he’s allowed to. His pet. His. “Hissss.”

“Good job,” says Chase softly, scratching the side of his head. “Good job, Anti.”

And it’s not healthy. And it’s not right. And Chase knows.

But he doesn’t care anymore. Or not very much, anyway.

“Sszzl,” he says back to his monster, petting his hair. “His.”

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“Okay, ready?”

“Okay!”

Chase throws the baseball and Anti swings, sending it sailing into the air and off towards the pasture. It startles Brego and they laugh as she kicks her legs and storms off to the other side of the field, making all the chickens start running around in alarm too.

“You have good aim, Anti!” says Chase. “I’m going to throw it high.”

“It hits it high, so,” says Anti, readying his stance again. He strikes the ball almost straight up and laughs when it comes crashing down and slams into his face, darkening a bruise across his cheek, only for the purple and black to disappear again a minute later.

“Now you,” says Anti.

“No! You throw it too hard!”

“Oh, throws it too hard?” He picks a ball up off the ground. Chase shrieks and sprints away, covering his head with his hands as Anti tosses the ball up and down in his hands and races after him. Halfway through he transforms into a dog and ends up tackling Chase to the ground, barking at him and dropping the ball on his chest, pinning him down with his paws.

“Ewww, dog slobber!”

“Slobber!” screeches Anti, bouncing on his paws. That’s a new word! “Slobber, slllllhlhhlob.”

Chase laughs, scratching at his ears. “Slobber!”

“Slobber.”

“There you go!”

“There you go,” replies Anti fondly, covering his face in dog spit even as Chase groans in protest. “There you go.”

Chase giggles and takes his head between his hands. “Pretty puppy,” he says, cajoling him.

“Puppy puppy.”

“Pretty puppy.”

“Party puppy.”

“Party puppy’s pretty good too.”

“Party pastry pupper good good?”

Chase laughs. “Too many p’s all at once?”

“Pp pp pp,” answers Anti politely, transforming back into Chase and letting his hands press into his shoulders. Chase reaches up to touch his short brown horns and smiles in the afternoon light.

Yes. Happy. That’s how Anti likes him. This is how it’s meant to be. They play around until Chase’s heartbeat is racing like strong, healthy human hearts are meant to, and Anti feels pleased with most everything that exists.

Twenty minutes later he is sitting against the door of the bathroom, knees to his chest, listening to Chase cry his eyes out.

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“Sad?” whispers Anti, knocking their heads gently together. “Why is Chay sad? It’s okay. Hey. It’s okay. Me and you. Me and you.”

“I’m just being stupid,” he sobs. “Just don’t go.”

Anti purrs unhappily at him, patting his back. He wraps Chase up in his blankets and cocoons him against his body, and for a second Chase squirms – Anti has noticed that some ways of moving him make him embarrassed and he’ll say things like “I’m not a baby!” – but then he settles again, weeping into his sleeves and cradled against Anti.

“Something made him sad,” says Anti. “Poor Chay. Sad Chay. I hate that. Don’t be sad. Hey, chill, man, it’s okay.”

“Chill, huh?” Chase chuckles weakly, blinking his red eyes up at his monster. “Say freesh avocadoo.”

Anti cocks his head back and forth, back and forth, growling playfully a little at Chase, knowing he’s being teased.

“Freesh,” he experiments, digging his fingers into Chase’s side. “Freesh? Fish accordion.”

“Good enough,” says Chase, managing a smile.

Anti smiles back at him. Chase works on wiping away his tears, still snuffling.

“Why are you sad?” murmurs Anti, knocking their foreheads together.

“I just have a headache.”

“Oh? I’ll get Tylenol-lenol-lenol. I’ll get Tylenol. There, you said it right. Okay.”

“No, Anti, I don’t want Tylenol,” sighs Chase. “I just need to rest a little and drink some water. I never feel like that helps.”

“No, you’ll take it,” Anti insists, heading down the ladder.

He sees irritation flash on his pet’s face even as he descends. Chase comes down after him all grumpy. Anti can tell it’s grumpiness because his face gets scrunched up and he huffs a little when he breathes, his nose getting thin and then not-thin again, thin and then not-thin.

“I said I didn’t want some. Can’t you just listen to me for once? I’m getting a cup of water.”

Anti pours a Tylenol into his hand and turns around to grab Chase by the hair.

“Hey! Stop it, you know I don’t like getting grabbed!”

“Hey, be good,” Anti insists, tugging him close. He gives Chase a quick slap, not enough to hurt him, and Chase yelps in alarm and hits the floor on his knees. Anti trained him to do that pretty quick. He can also make him lie his whole body back against Anti’s just by grabbing his neck or make him stop fighting with a warning squeeze around both his wrists. He’s not hard to keep in line. It’s nice. He’s a really good human. Anti hooks his hand in his hair and pulls his head back, patting his cheek gently.

“Come on, so, swallow.”

“I don’t want it! Ow, ow, Anti, too tight!”

“No, not too tight,” says Anti, rolling his eyes. “You’re just being baby.”

“No, I’m not! You can’t slap me and drag me, Anti, you’re scaring me! I’m not a baby!”

“Yes! When it actual really hurts, you don’t say ‘ow’, you go quiet and squirm like a little rat boy.”

Chase tries to get up and kick him in the shins, scowling, which makes Anti laugh. He wrestles him onto the couch, curling his free hand warmly through Chase’s hair as he struggles and complains, pushing at Anti’s hands. Anti knows he’s just being whiny. He’s fine. He pushes the medicine between Chase’s teeth and holds his mouth and nose shut until Chase, with a broken little yelp, swallows.

“There,” says Anti politely, patting his head as he sits back. “Not so bad. Good Chay.”

Chase looks at him with watery eyes, his lip beginning to tremble. Anti pouts, squirming himself now. He hates it when he’s crying because of Anti. But he supposes he should have seen it coming. Chase gets all weepy sometimes when Anti does things like lock him somewhere or drag him. Anti doesn’t really get it. How long will it take him to come to terms with the truth that Anti could make him do anything he wanted to? He doesn’t understand.

“Stop, stop, shush, Chay,” he chirrups hopefully, getting onto Chase’s lap to press him back into a hug. “Don’t be crier again.”

Chase curls in on himself, trying to squirm away from Anti. Anti pulls him apart again and manipulates him into a hug – he knows Chase likes them – and he holds him down until finally he stops trying to get away and hugs Anti miserably back, beginning to cry hard.

“Oh, silly,” mumbles Anti, shaking his head against his shoulder. “Nothing to cry about.”

Chase hides his face in Anti’s shirt and weeps, shaking against his body. “Anti,” he cries. “Anti.”

“Just being silly. Just have to listen. Not so bad. He’s so sad today! Puppy doggy mister cry cry. Hey, I’m here. I’m right here. Not going away away.”

Chase makes himself a little ball, which Anti has to admit is kind of cute. He’s like one of those little black bugs that rolls around when you scare it.

Did he scare Chase, pinning him down and force-feeding him?

No. Can’t be. What is there to be scared of? He’s never hurt him since he took him, not on purpose, so they should be good now. Chase is just being weepy because he’s like that. Sometimes humans cry and it’s nobody’s fault. He wraps around Chase’s little roly-poly body and purrs against him, pushing their faces together and rubbing his back like he likes. Chase whimpers and wraps himself close around him, soaking in his comfort. Anti is pleased. He’s good at taking care of his human.

“Why still upset?” says Anti, running his hands through his hair, massaging at his scalp. He likes the way he can feel his skin move over his skull, just a little. “Heard you earlier. Crying in the bathroom too. And yesterday. Crying while you’re feeding chicken chicky chicks.”

Chase quiets down a little, blinking up at Anti, shaking his head weakly.

“No, no liar. Heard you. My ears are better than yours, mister.”

Chase sighs, resting against his thigh, his face red and splotchy with crying. He reaches out absent-mindedly and scratches his weak human nails over Anti’s knee. Anti shifts slightly, surprised. That feels nice.

“Can’t explain it to you,” grumbles Chase, mouth trembling.

“He tries,” Anti commands.

“You don’t even understand my language sometimes, let alone what I’m actually fucking feeling.”

“I learned English for you!” protests Anti with a flash of irritation, pulling on Chase’s hair. “Filthy tongue, bleck! Yucky! Why don’t you learn something respectable to speak, huh? You didn’t even try to learn Irish for Anti.”

“Cause you garble every word you’ve ever spoken and I can barely understand your English as is!” yells Chase, wriggling again. “Stop it, hey, don’t yank on me! Let go! Anti, let go! Now, stop, ow!”

Anti sighs indulgently, shaking his head, and pins him gently down until he stops struggling. That’s always the easiest thing with him. He doesn’t really have a lot of fight in him. He’d be one of those humans who would stay around camp and look after the babies and make food and things in the old days, Anti would put money on it. And that’s okay. It just means that he needs someone on his team who will look after him in the ways he can’t. Anti is the walls around Chase’s camp and the hunters who bring food back to him. Chase is the warmth that waits at home for him. It’s nice. He gets it, now, why humans lived like this. Why some of them still live like this. Together.

“I don’t like it when you make me do things,” cries Chase.

“I know,” purrs Anti, giving him some honest sympathy. “I know. Humans proud.”

“I miss the things you took from me! I want – I want – ”

“What? I’d give you anything, handsome.”

Chase gives a small snort, startled out of his tears. “Anti. We’ve talked about this. Not just any terms of endearment you hear on the TV fit for me.”

“Oh? You’re not handsome?”

Chase laughs a real laugh this time. “Okay, yes, I’m handsome, obviously. Super handsome. Almost unbearably so, let’s be real. But most of the time people don’t call each other handsome as a nickname unless they mean something by it.”

Anti grumbles. He hates human rules and dumb human. It’s Chase’s fault for making him watch rom-coms. How is he supposed to know? “I’d give you anything… kiddo?”

“Still no.”

“Buddy?”

“Haha. I mean, sure. Or you could just call me Chase.”

“Dumbass,” supplies Anti politely, stroking at his beard.

“There you go. That’s the right one.”

“Definitely.”

“Anti, you stole me away from everything I had,” says Chase, letting out a sigh that flutters the hair around Anti’s head. “Do you get that?”

“What did you have?” asks Anti. “Nothing. Mean people and a shitty apartment. Hurting yourself and waiting for me to kill you.”

“No, but Anti – fuck.” Chase turns his head away from him, something bitter in his eyes. “I… it was mine, you know? It was mine. And it was scary when you took me away. And you hurt me for a long time before that, man.”

“It was nothing,” answers Anti, stroking his hair. “You were so unhappy. Yeah?”

Chase sighs again, deep and tired. “Yeah… yeah, that’s true. But I just… I just…”

Anti leans in close over him, sharing body heat. For long minutes, they lie together, quiet.

“What is it you miss?” asks Anti. “Like you said. You miss things Anti took you from.”

Chase closes his eyes, hiding against his thighs.

“He tries,” Anti prompts again, gentler. “He tries.”

“I want my baby,” Chase weeps, a sudden heartbreak in his voice, like the tape on something broken inside his chest has fallen apart again. “I want my baby again, Anti!”

His baby?

Anti lies against him in silence, trying to think as Chase sobs against his legs. His baby wasn’t even there at the apartment. He hadn’t seen his baby in a long time.

“Anti… Anti did not take baby from Chase,” he protests, confused. “It does not bother with little kitten babies.”

Chase is crying too hard to answer. “Hunter,” Anti hears him crying. “I want my son.”

Anti doesn’t like how hard he’s crying. He puts a warm hand around Chase’s throat and purrs loudly at him, trying to make him quiet, but at the same time, he thinks this is one of those things that humans just cry about. When he was young, men would sometimes kill babies on the altars of the gods he served, and he remembers how the woman would come looking for her child every time if she was alive to do so. But there was the blood and nothing he could do about it. That’s how he feels now.

“Baby is dead,” he says softly, rubbing Chase’s shaking chest. “Has been dead long time. Years now? One, two? You told me so.”

It doesn’t make Chase stop. Anti sits back and shakes his head and just holds him. Pressed against his warm body. Listening to his broken breaths.

“I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry, Chay.”

Chase holds onto his hands and doesn’t answer, tears running down his face.

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Naps can be good for humans, or that’s what Chase has told him. Anti has suspected that this was just an excuse for Chase to crash on the couch every day, but today it’s alright.

He lets him sleep.

In the meantime, he cooks, because there are some days Chase says he doesn’t want to, and often when Chase is sad he doesn’t want to do things. Anti knew that even before he took the human out of his apartment kicking and screaming, What he has learned since then is the sort of things that Chase likes to eat. He did not respond particularly well to the Ramen, frozen corndogs, and plain bagels Anti had been bringing him at the start, and when Anti – in one of their first real conversations – demanded to know why he only ever ate that shit at his apartment but didn’t want it now, Chase explained complicated things like “fruit” and “being broke and exhausted and lazy and stupid” and “protein” and such. Anti began bringing him different foods.

Chase likes dried cranberries and kettle-cooked popcorn, ground beef in brown sugar and soy sauce and rice vinegar, Doritos, bananas, dried apple slices, orange juice by the gallon, sweet tea, pasta with parmesan and whipping cream, and oven-bake pizza with meat from at least three different dead animals on top. He likes cakes, too, but will never eat the whole thing alone – he always goes “Anti, have a piece?” and makes him eat at least a couple bites. Says eating cake alone is sad. Anti likes buttercream frosting.

He heats up some soup for Chase, thick potato soup with green onions and bacon from breakfast and a lot of nice yellow cheese, watching it rotate in the hot metal box above the oven until everything is warm and creamy. He puts it in a nice little bowl with a picture of a corgi on it and carves up a couple juicy white peaches, adding a glass of orange juice and some of the cottage cheese Chase eats in lieu of all the dairy he doesn’t like – his hatred of milk and yogurt is passionate.

He carries them over to the couch, touching Chase’s chin.

“Up, up,” he prompts him gently, and his human stirs awake on the couch after a good hour-long nap and looks up at him with big, red eyes. Anti’s always thought his eyes were pretty. Even when they’re all cry-cry red, the irises are sky-sea blue. Anti coos at him and offers him a spoonful of cottage cheese. Chase sticks it mournfully in his mouth and sits up, letting Anti stack his lunch around him on the couch. “Anti want you to eat.”

“I want you to eat,” Chase corrects him unhappily.

“There he is,” says Anti, petting his chin. “All okay, pet.”

Chase sniffles and doesn’t answer, sucking down his orange juice. Anti leaves him to wake up.

He has other things to cook.

“You remember what I told you yesterday?” he calls. “That Anti is having over company-panions. Companions? Company?”

“Oh, shit,” groans Chase. “Are they still coming over? Anti, they scare me.”

“Silly,” laughs Anti. “Just dumb fairies. Not even powerful as Anti. Nobody powerful as it is.”

“He, Anti, not it, you’re not an it.”

“Okay, Chay, I know you don’t like ‘it.’” Anti pulls a couple hearts from their refrigerator – well, he thinks ‘their’ as if he didn’t kill the couple that owned this house and then bring Chase here to replace them – and fries them on their big black pan in Crisco and Chase’s favorite taco seasoning. Taco Bell seasoning, reads the little packet. Live mas.

“I still don’t get what you mean by fairies either,” grumbles Chase. “Growing up nobody told me that fairies look like monsters and like to kidnap or eat people.”

“Because Chay American,” says Anti. “And young. Older days, people know what we are, their grandpa and grandma tell them the stories because they have seen us themselves. But nobody told Chay. He only has his story-tales, like his Happy Potter and Doctor Who Is It.”

At least that makes Chase chuckle, but he sobers up again soon. “Nobody’s going to try to eat me this time, are they, Anti?”

Anti growls, hackles rising just at the thought of it. He flips a heart in oil and watches it splash across the oven top.

Anti himself lost the taste for human a few thousand years ago, and he never wants to regain it even for a mouthful of Chase’s enemies. His god used to eat human sacrifices by the barrel and, when he was told to eat too, it would make Anti sick to the stomach, human blood corrupting his form until he could barely even rise some days, torn nearly in half by the pain. The great snake was never happy to find him retching up what he’d been fed. Real Unseelie should be able to take it. Anti had been small at the time and all he felt was guilt for his failure, shaking with terror when the jaws of the great snake would halfway swallow him in warning. He was glad when Padraig killed it. He hasn’t eaten human since.

Dark thoughts. He shudders, hugging himself for a moment, something he’s seen Chase do, and then he goes back to cooking. It’s deer, anyway. Even humans eat deer. The point is, he knows what his company will like for dinner, so he’s been buying up hearts at the market in the town. He might not eat any himself. He had bacon this morning with Chase.

Chase comes over while he’s cooking, still sniffly and quiet, and he puts his chin on Anti’s shoulder and leans against him. Anti scratches his beard with his free hand. Chase closes his eyes. Anti can’t remember if humans can sleep standing up or not.

“Go do something other than eyes closed,” says Anti, patting his back. “Go, go. Garden, shower, games, clean, horsie.”

Chase mumbles something non-committal, but he obeys. A few minutes later, he is outside in the crisp fall air. All he’s doing is petting his horse, but it’s better than just lying around. Anti knows he’ll feed her and then probably move on to his garden next. He took care of it all summer, even on his sad days. All his plants are offering him heavy harvests now. Humans can turn love into zucchini.

Anti hears himself purring. He finishes the hearts and goes outside, throwing on one of Chase’s big comfy coats and a pair of sunglasses for the smile of the sky, and he sits on the porch and drinks orange juice while Chase tears up weeds from the soft dark earth with his palms and his hoe, just like the farmers Anti has watched from the hills all his life.

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“Ah, fuck.”

The ground explodes beneath the little gold boy’s feet and Chase’s character goes flying. He grimaces and restarts from his checkpoint, sitting forward in his determination.

Anti plucks at the pages of Ranger’s Apprentice. Chase talks about this series enough that Anti bought it for him, and now he’s trying to figure out the appeal.

“Fucking guardians keep getting me,” mumbles Chase, readjusting his grip on the controller.

He creeps through the field, crouched down low in the grass. His little golden boy wears a mask and ties his hair up like a warrior.

Anti glances over and then to the game. He turns his head down to the book again, casual as can be – and then emits a small, beeping tune.

Chase sits up straight, whirling his character around for a second. Anti goes quiet, not reacting.

“I know I just heard one, holy shit,” says Chase, getting frustrated as Link turns and turns.

Anti makes the tune again. Chase draws Link’s bow, spinning around.

There’s a pause.

Anti snorts out a laugh.

“Hey! Fucker, that was you!”

Anti laughs hard as Chase descends on him, babbling insults and punching at him. “Asshole!”

Anti shakes with amusement, intercepting Chase’s fists and squeezing them in warning, pushing his human back towards the couch. The tune plays again.

“Oh, I’m not falling for that again!”

A guardian blows up the ground at the character’s feet and Link goes flying.

“Goddammit!”

Anti slides off the couch, laughing til he coughs. Chase growls and falls after him, driving his weak, playful humans blows into his arm. Anti headlocks him and drags him into his lap, giggling as Chase growls in mock fury, struggling without heat.

Chase ends up playing his game splayed across Anti’s lap. Eventually he gets past the guardians, slinging Link’s blow around with precision. He’s gotten pretty damn good at the game. Anti watches his little character charge headfirst at his enemies, firing off arrows, and he feels a rush of fondness for him.

“Chase,” he says.

Chase looks up at him, grinning. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” says Anti.

He’s a good pet.

He’s a good… well. He doesn’t really get human words. But he’s good. He’s good.

Anti doesn’t want to see him sad anymore. This is how he should be. This is how he deserves to be. He puts Ranger’s Apprentice down and watches Chase play, and he thinks and thinks until his company arrives.

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“You’re going to do what it told you to, right? You’re going to stay upstairs like good boy? Or should it tie you down again?”

“Anti, it’s I. What I told you to do. And yes, I am. I’m not interested in meeting anything that even slightly resembles how you were when I first met you.”

Anti laughs. “Anti scary to Chase.”

“You literally tormented me, don’t even joke.”

Anti hums the lullaby he used to scare Chase with. Chase hisses and shoves at him, shaking his head. Anti laughs.

“Okay, okay! Silly puppy. But really. Be good, okay? Stay upstairs.”

“I will.”

“He promises?”

“I promise,” says Chase, touching Anti’s arm for a second.

He’s a touchy-feely little human. Some of the men don’t like to touch each other unless they’re fighting or they have to, but Chase has always liked to touch. He will put his hands on your shoulder or your hand even if he’s only just met you. If he knows you well, he will slouch over you like a blanket or rest against you at random or sometimes just slide his fingers over and graze across your arm or your hip or your back as he passes. Always nice about it, though. Nice, yeah. It is nice.

“But you trust these guys, right, Anti?”

Anti laughs aloud. “Trust them? How stupid I would have to be! If you hear us start to kill each other, just get under the blankets and be quiet. I promise I’ll win, okay?”

He gives Chase a beaming smile.

Chase covers his face and groans into his hands.

[willow-salix]

Isolation update!

Day 81 of Isolation on Tracy Island and we are all scarred for life. And it’s all Grandma’s fault.

We were alerted to the fact that something was going on when we heard music coming from the lounge. We could hear her singing along and she seemed to be really vibing.

Stupidly we thought it might be nice to share something with her that she was obviously enjoying. We will never make that mistake again. I should have learnt after the soap opera incident.

We trooped into the lounge half way through a song and the first thing we saw on the holoprojector was a woman in a black dress singing. But that wasn't the strange thing...

“Is that a cat?” Gordon asked. “And is he wearing a fancy suit?”

“She’s singing and dancing with a cartoon cat?” Scott frowned.

“Wait, is she dating the cat?” Virgil wanted to know.

We watched as the woman sang with the cat about how opposites attract.

“Well, they are definitely opposites,” John goggled. “But I’m worried about the attraction side of things.”

“That cat’s got some serious moves!” I grinned, trying to copy the dance and failing miserably.

The music video ended and another started.

“Oh, I love this one,” Grandma squealed excitedly. “I remember my mother playing these on the radio when I was a little girl.”

“Hey, I think I know this one too! My mum was the same, playing all the old songs when I was young.” I joined in, humming the first few bars. That was as far as I got.

EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT LONELY AND YOU’RE NEVER COMING ROUND.

“Where is she?” Alan asked.

“Why are there doves?” Scott wondered.

“It’s full moon,” I chipped in. “That's never a good sign.”

“Her hair is huge!” Kayo whistled. “It’s like she put a poodle on her head.”

EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT TERRIFIED AND THEN I SEE THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES

“What's with his eyes!” Alan screamed as the young boy on the screen turned to face the camera, his eyes glowing from within. And when I say glowing I don't just mean in a cute, beautiful way, I mean that he looked like when you pull the head off a doll and stick a torch up in there. Dang was that weird.

“Don't go down there, it's haunted,” Scott warned the woman in the floaty white dress who was running down a dark hallway in the creepy old mansion she was apparently staying in. “It’s always haunted in the movies.”

“He's got wings now?” Virgil asked.

“Gordo, swimmers!” Alan yelled.

“Why are there ninjas?” Gordon asked, distracted from the swimmers by the sudden appearance of masked ninjas bouncing here and there for no apparent reason.

“What kind of school is this?” John asked out loud, clearly more confused than he'd ever been in his life before and he'd sat through drunk conversations with me.

“Oh, that fancy dinner just got all kinds of creepy,” I gasped.

Grandma was oblivious to our horror, or she was enjoying adding to it by singing along really loudly and dramatically, sweeping her arms around like the big haired harpy on the screen. We ignored her as best we could, our eyes riveted on the screen that was traumatising us further by the second.

“Are they fencing now?”

“Someone let the circus in, there’s acrobats everywhere.”

“Her dress is so white, I’d never be able to keep that clean.”

“Oh look, the cool dudes have arrived and they are getting down to some moves on the stairs.”

“Apparently she really needs that guy…”

“Why do they not have shirts on? We wouldn't be able to wear that in our high school.”

"I know, what's the point of shoulder pads but no shirts?"

“Her hair is cushioning her brain, that’s why she can keep bashing against walls like that.”

“Is he naked?”

“Yep, wet and naked.”

“Yes, run away, love, run away!”

“There's glitter in his face mask, that’s weird.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s weird about this whole situation.”

“John, they have a situation.”

“What? They all have the eyes!”

“Ahhh he's flying, get away! Run while you still can!”

“Don't kick like that! That's ridiculous, you’ll poke someone's eye out with your big toe!”

“Well, he’s...bendy.”

AND WE'LL ONLY BE MAKING IT RIGHT

'CAUSE WE'LL NEVER BE WRONG

“You'll never be wrong? Who are you trying to kid? This whole thing is wrong!”

“Are they related to torchy?”

“They dance as bad as Alan.”

“Hey, cheap shot!”

“Don’t stroke her with your wings! That’s so cringey.”

ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS FALLING IN LOVE.

NOW I’M ONLY FALLING APART.

“Wait...is she a teacher?”

“Phew. it was a dream.”

“That doesn’t make it any less creepy, Gordo.”

“Wait...what? What’s going on now?”

THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO

A TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART

“Ewww.” I hid my face against Virgil’s shoulder, far too creeped out to keep watching.

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS LIGHT IN MY LIFE

BUT NOW THERE’S ONLY LOVE IN THE DARK

“The darkness was better, I promise you,” I mumbled.

NOTHING I CAN SAY

A TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART

“Turn around? Freakin’ Run!”

The song ended much to our relief and as one we all prepared to execute a tactical retreat.

“Well, I better go check on that thing.”

“Yeah, Dad wanted me to check it out too.”

“Well, I had better come along to make sure that-”

“Oh no,” Grandma cut in. “You can’t go yet, this next one is one of my favorites.”

We all sank back down, helpless trapped for the foreseeable future.

SOMETIMES I FEEL I'VE GOT TO...RUN AWAY

I’VE GOT TO...GET AWAY.

“Dude in bed, at least this isn't as weird as the creepy school,” Gordon commented.

“That horoscope is rubbish,” I huffed. “So generic, I’d never put that out, it’s lazy.”

“You've got standards,” Scott patted my shoulder.

“Yes I do!”

“Wait, who's that?” Alan asked.

“Is that a meteor?” Gordon looked at John.

“Not one I’ve ever seen.”

“Gahh,” Alan screamed. “Creepy star people!”

“Why are there always creepy people in these videos?” Scott shuddered.

“John, is that your ex?” Gordon asked slyly.

The glare John threw his way should have, by rights, killed the fishy on the spot.

ONCE I RAN TO YOU

NOW I RUN FROM YOU

“Yes, run away, that’s sensible.”

“Get away is a good idea.”

“Are they fireballs now?”

“Mystical fire balls,” I nodded.

The dude on the holoprojector had gotten up out of bed, avoiding the weird, floaty star people and was making a break for freedom… No, he was making for the fridge.

"Yes, drinking more will help this situation," I told him sarcastically.

"At least he's got jeans on now," Virgil pointed out.

"Why is that singer looking so pleased with himself?" Kayo asked.

"And why is he looking down on this and watching? Is he god?" I asked.

"Are you sure you haven't met them?" Alan asked John.

"If they touched me I’d throw myself out the airlock," he answered.

We cringed our way through the rest of the sing, not knowing what to make of it at all.

"Why are all the music videos so strange?" Scott had to know.

"I don't know," Grandma admitted. "It's just how they were, I think they wanted to make them memorable."

"Well I'll certainly not forget that horror in a hurry," John shuddered, spearing Gordon and Alan with a look that promised retribution if they dared ask one more question about his relationships with star people.

All in all we sat through twelve videos, watching a group of people doing a weird synchronised dance while singing about Prince Charming, another one about spinning someone right round, something about a chameleon and a particularly strange one about Rasputin that John insisted was not historically accurate at all. Honestly I wasn't listening to the words, my attention was locked on the very energetic bloke with the long beard who was dancing like a mad man at the front of the stage. And don't get me started on the strange guys in dungarees that were singing about someone called Eileen. I don't know what was going on but they really seemed to want her to follow them, they kept yelling at her to come on.

We escaped while Grandma was searching through her phone for some more. The second we got out of the lounge we scattered, every man (and woman) for themselves, our logic being that we had more chance of at least some of us managing to stay lost if we weren't in one big mass.

If I thought lockdown was sending people crazy… it's got nothing on the 80s.

[rouge-heichou]

The Story behind the girl that blocked me

Okay so, this has history. I’ve been to college during the holidays already because some weird introduction day. 

I’m sitting next to this edgy looking girl and her friend. Her friend has some AOT backpack, I think that’s pretty cool, maybe we’ll be friends. 

But like, not much later, when our teacher guided us through the building showing us all the stuff, I hear the girl and her friend muttering.... how there’s so many people here and like “ewww people”. I’m thinking like “Dude, this is a school ofc there’s gonna be people, what did you expect??” , but I swallowed it. Okay, they’re all like 5 years younger than me. Puberty is a thing.

Now yesterday evening, she asked our Whatsapp group if anyone of us is drawing digitally, I say I do and show her some of my stuff. So we’re talking about anime and some merch. I’m telling her how I only have some Sai (Naruto) Plushie, which I got at a convention in like 2011. She’s becoming nasty already, probably judging me for I was into Naruto like 7 years ago lol. Telling her i’m really picky with anime and that I don’t even watch that many BECAUSE im really fucking picky. 

So eventually she shows me some anime.... kagerou project? Which after reading it’s premise, isn’t my thing at all. Told her that and sent her my MAL, thinking she may know some show that I could be into? 

her reply is literally 

“Just mainstream shit. you gotta become unique” 

I literally thought she was fucking around right? 

So I’m like “Nah dude, I’m good, I’m not much of a weeb”

“Yeah sure. ‘No weeb’. Likes all weeb animes” 

“Mainstream or Weeb? Pick one?” 

“Both works LOL”

“Well guess we have a different definition then”

- And then she blocks me - 

Like the fuck?? Is this some sort of “””elitist””” behaviour? Shitting on me for watching whatever I like, esp when it’s considered popular or “mainstream”? 

Dude I’m almost 22, I’m past my “I need to be super unique” phase. I literally watch a new show once a blue moon. I play more shit than watching it. >.> But then again, she’s like 16, probs puberty and shit. 

[hyuckkks]

abc tag!!

once again, i took the tag from my old blog bc i was boring and never did tags back then oops but um yes here we go

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better!

(a)ge: 15 :)

(b)irthplace: cccc cali

(c)urrent time: 2:44am

(d)rink you last had: ice water (stay hydrated!!)

(e)asiest person to talk to: my cousin !

(f)avourite song: this is like choosing a fav child so heres like 5 lmao - wyh by nct dream ofc, we young by nct dream, hard to love by one ok rock, thank you by got7, and hey by got7

(g)rossest memory: having the flu w diarrhea combined w vomit ewww

(h)ogwarts house: ravenclaw !!!

(i)n love: ummm technically no but i am in very big like with the boy haechan

(j)ealous of people: who are smart n pretty w nice skin n have good social skills

(k)illed someone: no tf

(l)ove at first sight: not love at first sight but love yes v much

(m)iddle name: ashley !

(n)umber of siblings: one

(o)ne wish: for me and all my friends dreams to come true

(p)erson you last called: my mom to pick me up

(q)uestion you’re asked most: you took calculus in grade 9??

(r)easons to smile: voltron season 7 is out in like 10 mins

(s)ong you last sang: bloom - troye sivan

(t)ime you woke up: 1:?? pm

(u)nderwear color: blue

(v)acation destination: toronto canada my dude (cough cough)

(w)eight: uhh thats a funky q but 107 lbs or 48.5 kg

(x)-rays: if this is asking for if i’ve had one, i’m having one done on my knee in a few days

(y)our favorite food: absolutely no idea

(z)odiac sign: gemini sun, sag moon!

tagging: @maetaamong, @jaemms, @sambashua, @bfyong, @ashotasnatsu bc i dont have 10 friends!! or i do, but i’m leaving some to tag for the rest of y’all lmao

[k-rising]

...hi :) gosh I'm so eww about this but i can't handle the curiosity! And you give me the vibe of being so cool and friendly about astro stuff so here we go: i have fat aqua and Capricorn energy and i met this man who i bicker with a lot who also has fat capri-aqua vibes (our charts are similar and we both have capri venus) we are friendly, sarcastic but also closed off when it comes to feelings, being wrong or being too cheesy...but we are UwU with each other? Like eWwW i hate to voice out my feelings but he kind of gets them? And I can feel his vibe too when he's sad and stuff- we sometimes look at each other like 👁️👄👁️ brO~ and we turn in two cheesy lovebirds with private affection and acts of service couple? Wth i genuinely don't understand this crap because we're both high ego and stubborn as frick, i need a rational astrology explanation please, I'm sag moon and he is gem moon we are both even sun in aquarius i honestly- hoW-

- shocked anon

awww, tysm! <33

damnnn oKAY

if your charts are pretty similar, of course you two understand each other very well!

i've also experienced that and, let me tell you anon... i felt that this dude was like my soulmate or something? like, just by looking at each other we understood each other so well, like you mentioned... it's crazy, i feel you haha

but yeah, that combination of cap and aqua is exactly as you describe! sarcastic (typical of a cap), stubborn (cap and aqua), big ego (aqua), friendly (typical of an aqua).

also, the way you two feel things (the moon) is quite similar: you, for example, feel things in the moment and then you move on and joke about it later... and he's the same, he jokes about his feelings, but he also rationalize them. like you two are not the type to embrace your emotional side, you just feel uncomfortable about it kinda? as i said before, you take everything with humour.

and that act of service you mentioned is something that earth signs would do... and you two have venus in capricorn! venus is the planet of love and it talks about how you show and express love to others. capricorn is an earth sign and earth signs are very closed off and doesn't like big displays of affection. they like being cool, dominant and mature. they want everything to be under control.

idk if this helped you, but i hope so <3

[justahalfling]

Vaishu finally watches... Baahubali 2: The Conclusion

Yes its liveblogging time again! Here goes...

HOLY SHIT THOSE 3D MODELS ARE AMAZING. 

I feel bad for that elephant (i know its CGI but like). bruh that elephant just wants out of the land of crazy humans

oh great Baahu never a moment of not looking good huh... he could do with some depth in his character, but its only the first few min of the movie so I’ll withhold judgment for now

wow Mommy’s boy™

ewwwww bijjaladeva is so gross in the head wtf killing your own wife dude go get therapy for chrissakes

lmao Kattapa fucking rekt yall!!! Someone call the ambulance woo eee woo eee woo eee (sound of an ambulance, if you couldnt tell)

i have to say... rana has a really nice butt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I LOVE DEVASENA ALREADY

but seriously, need to get me a girl like that

oooh someones has a crush (its me. also baahu)

robust appearance.... lmao

yea GO GURL UPGRADE YO SKILLS

okay the wild boar scene is funny and all but like... why cant the lady win for once why does the guy always have to one up her

i love how much of a loser kumara varma is, he is highly #relatable

boi did you literally get hit by a bull to keep your identity secret so that you can tease her properly. literally what.... straight people are so weird

how is devasena a literal goddess in every scene. how. ((pls be my wife))

i really like this song and i vibe HEAVILY with the aesthetic here. i love the clothes give the costume department an award already

look at bhalla’s content at the whole scheme why do you have to be like this dude. #beadecentdude2k17

look here Sivagami i love you and i would literally die for you but promising a girl’s hand in marriage without her consent is not cool bruh. dont be an accomplice in the crimes of patriarchy and sell out your fellow women like this.

LITERALLY HOW CAN DEVASENA BE SO AMAZING. YOU TELL IT LIKE IT IS, GIRL . CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY. MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES AND EMPOWER YOURSELF

she is literally the “I will not hesitate, bitch.” kinda gal

wow sudden hero kumara varma good for you mah dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS THE MOVIE POSTER POSE RIGHT THERE. MY WARRIOR BABIES THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER

wow them cows though... (better watch out for the BJP lmao dont kill me for that joke)

my boi... he was wearing armor underneath... how XTRA ™ can you get

I love devasena so much my homegirl. MY BAE. even if she likes the guy she is not going to submit to the patriarchy. you go girl

that is a lovely... boat... the VISUALS IN THIS MOVIE ARE SO GORGEOUS MY EYES ARE SO BLESSED RN

wow they have such great chemistry. its better than avanthika and baahu jr’s chemistry 

i love how she kisses first. yes girl make the first move!!! go get yo man! 

wow that flag breaking is very... omimouse (not a typo thats just the word ominous in vaishu language)

but seriously is that supposed to mean something? im too dense to get it. is it that she has to break off her loyalty to kuntala now

Devasena is just like “you see this right here bitches? this is a no bullshit zone. no bullshit allowed yo”

“agangaram as alangaram” amazing line 10/10

but like that isnt even temerity. its literally standing up for her rights though

OOOOHHHHH SHITTTTT

dont people write the names of the potential groom? why are you people like this

oh wow the coronation scene is amazing. all the military stuff is cool. and the symbolism of the cheers making stuff come crashing down. good job rajamouli you played this well

what do you mean you’re just a slave. bro if you had to act as wingman you best believe youre family now. stop with that hierarchy bullshit its so uncomfortable for me to see

MOM NO *cries forever*

I LOVE THE KUMARA VARMA AND BAAHU BROMANCE SO MUCH. GIVE. ME. MOAR.

wow when bhalla was like “a pregnant woman doesnt want riches or possessions... she only wants her husband’s embrace” my gutter brain almost thought he was going to give them a bed or some fertility thing like a creep. but that thing he said already made my creep radar go crazy

you’re literally the worst my dude the worst

deva is such a firecracker holy shit i LOVE HER 

ewww that is so gross. dude i will break your hand. i will break it and set it on fire. i am not joking. 

well you did my job deva so anyways.... ufos more like identified flying fingers amirite... heh heh

but didnt ancient india invent plastic surgery anyways i dont see whats the huge deal here

i cant believe im saying this but devasena would make a much better ruler than sivagami. in fact i personally think she would even be better than baahu. girl’s got her priorities right 

its interesting how baahu has a moon pottu and bhalla has a sun pottu. one would think the positions would have been reversed. maybe they wanted to show that baahu was more nurturing and stuff. but like. its sunlight that grows plants? anyways.

NOICE. COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT. 

THERE GOES THE HEAD.

wow no you got it all wrong. “scorned the laws”? dont you know the highest form of patriotism and responsible citizenry is criticism!! what the literal fuck, why are you like this. i loved you so much why would you do this

wow baahu busting out some engineering skills right there. why is this the first time im seeing this. most of the times hes like a big fuck you to physics. but like engineering ex machina i suppose

man hes so tall he has to bend down so the lady can pat his head LMAO idk this is adorable. this reminds me of the time i was scrolling though the baahubali tag and someone called the beefcake that is prabhas a “smol bean”. wtf tumblr

omg bhalla let a guy live. so not cool mah dude

baahu has such a magnificent mane. he has better hair than me what the hell

bhalla is so fucking rude... how can you choke your actual dad... granted he’s the reason why youre like this

wow and treating a disable person like that... why are you literally so vile

why is he suddenly turning on his son... THIS IS HIGHLY SUSPECT

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT. SEE. I WOULDNT HAVE FALLEN FOR THAT. DUDE WHYYYYY

oh my god this is such a tire fire what the heck

man i would have said yes and just run far far away if i was kattapa

its so sad to watch this when you know its all going to end horribly

oh my god “as long as you’re by my side no man has been born yet to kill me” well this line killed me so

cant you follow your moral code instead! is your allegiance to the throne so important! an innocent man cant go through punishment like this its wrong

oh my god this is so sad

also uhm i just realised that baahu has wonder woman bracelets

that was the most dramatic death scene ive ever watched. it gave me the chills.

WOAH bhalla is SO messed up in the head good god

look this is all well and good but you should really wash and disinfect your hands before touching babies... as i always like to say, common sense is not so common

aw baby promise that is so cute

omg he called him grandpa that is so adorable

omg devasena i love you so much 

okay but dont forget your adopted parents too

they dont have weapons! they cant succeed by their will alone! what i would do is create like an elite task force and infiltrate the place. boi you need some strategy. a map of the citadel at least

holy shit devasena is not to be messed with my lady literally carrying a dude’s head

that is so fucked up man the people behind this movie went so hard. they didnt have to but they went so hard

wow that was smurt

okay where is avanthika though dont tell me she stayed home

DEVA NO. WIELD YOUR SWORD BABY COME ON YOU’RE STILL STRONG

that is so.... creative...

HE JUST DID THE WONDER WOMAN SHIELD BOOSTED JUMP

omg i love the grandpa and grandson duo SO CUTE when he calls him “thatha” man grandparents are wonderful my thatha is so excited for me to get a job and i havent even entered uni yet (okay side tracking here)

AVANTHIKA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

is his own classic tyrant statue gonna kill him cause i think it will. im calling it now everyone. poetic justice okay

aw her future daughter in law protecting her 

oh yea the statue didnt kill him sadly

shes stepping on his face omg the symbolism

ripping out his heart omg how grosser can you get

omg is that... a blood abhishekam.... i have no words..

YAASS GAUNTLETS (but seriously... wonder woman)

Avanthika looks gorgeous and aw its his Ma 

thats... baahu thats water pollution you cant do that

wow poetic justice huh

that was... amazing wow