#i had a good time but good GOD. got me tearing up in the theater. what the hell.

[driftwoodcryptid]

just got out of seeing venom the last dance and. what the fuck. i think i’m owed financial compensation for emotional damages. i wanted a wedding not whatever the fuck that was!!

[cumonstevie]

Home Sweet Home

Summary: "It's good to be home," you think as you arrive back in Hawkins, Indiana; not only three years older, but also as a mother.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual acts but not detailed

A/N: guys I'm really excited to post this frfr, I'll edit it later. I think there might be 4 parts to this, but we'll see. Also, this is like, 3.6k words and I tweaked the timeline a bit so don't worry about the logistics fr 😶 I hope you like it!

“God, Nance…” Steve panted as he tried to catch his breath from above you.

The blissful haze suddenly bursts as his words registered in your head and you open your eyes with a frown. “What?”

“Huh?” He doesn’t even realize what he’s said and that upsets you even more.

“Get off me.”

“What?” Steve lifts his head from the crevice of your neck to look at you.

“I said get off of me.”

He’s confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I said get off!” You raise your voice, tears already threatening to spill from your eyes.

Still confused, Steve complies and moves beside you on his bed. You immediately sit up with his blanket covering your body as you search for your clothes while he covers himself with a pillow.

“Y/N,” he calls, “Y/N what happened?”

You ignore him and pull your shorts on before searching for the rest of your clothes. Steve hurries and puts his boxers on, carefully walking over to you.

“Did I hurt you?” He slowly and softly touches your shoulder after you had just put your bra back on.

“Don’t touch me!” You whip around to face him and he immediately retreats his hand like you burned him.

“What did I do!?” He raises his voice. “Tell me what I did! I-I thought we were having a good time-”

“Yeah, we were,” you start as you finally tug your shirt on over your head, “until you called me Nancy.”

The color drains from his face once those words leave your mouth and he seems deep in thought, probably trying to recall the moment he called you a different name.

“Y/N I- I don’t- She-”

He’s at a loss for words. What could he possibly say to make this better? He doesn’t even remember calling you Nancy but by the tears silently slipping from your eyes, he knows you’re telling the truth and it crushes him to see you like this.

You and Steve have known each other since sixth grade. The pair of you had to sit next to each other for a semester which brought you two very close. You stayed friends for the remainder of the year and continued to be friends since.

You didn’t start having feelings for Steve until freshman year. It had just stopped raining when the two of you exited the movie theater and on the walk back home, there was a massive puddle blocking your way. You told him you were fine walking through it, he disagreed saying you’d get the bottom of your skirt wet and dirty. You told him that it was fine and that you could just wash it when you got home, he said no and with a blink of an eye he had picked you up, bridal style, walking across the puddle and getting his shoes dirty.

You told him he didn’t have to do that but he just shrugged and continued to carry you. You took this time to study his features and suddenly a strange feeling erupted from the pit of your stomach. When did Steve get so cute? Was he always like this? How did you never notice it before?

He sets you down at your doorstep with a grin and you finally come back to. You thank him, not only for taking you to the movie theater but for carrying you as well. He says it’s no big deal and “what are friends for?”.

For the rest of the night, you replayed that moment in your head.

Sophomore year came around rather quickly and just one month into the school year, Steve was dating a freshman named Nancy Wheeler. She was really sweet and very kind and boy did you envy her. Because she had what you wanted. Steve. As her boyfriend.

They dated for a year and you really got to know her, even befriend her. You also befriended a peculiar boy named Jonathan and an even more peculiar boy named Eddie. Your junior year, to complete your little friend group, you befriended a talkative girl named Robin.

And maybe a couple of middle schoolers. But to be fair, you only became friends with them because two of them were your friends' little siblings.

Steve and Nancy broke up a few days after their one year anniversary. Steve was torn. You were there for him, like always.

Seven months after Steve and Nancy called it quits, you finally decide to tell him that you have feelings for him. You’re extremely nervous. He doesn’t say anything but he does pull you into a kiss which leads to the two of you being intimate which then leads to the moment at hand.

“You’re unbelievable.” You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder and shoving past Steve.

“Wait-” He takes your hand in his to stop you but you yank it away.

“No!” You shout, “God, I thought you felt the same way about me! You kissed me!”

“I do feel the same way!” He looks at you with panic-stricken eyes.

“No you don’t!” You take a step away from him. “You’re still hung up over Nancy. I’m so stupid. God, we- we had-” You trail off, pressing the palm of your hand to your head. “Shit. I need to go.”

“Y/N please wait. Let me explain-”

“Just leave me alone, Steve.” You interrupt him. “Please leave me alone.”

He stands at the doorway of his room, defeated, as he watches you walk down the hall and disappear down the stairs. When he hears the front door slam shut he closes his eyes and bangs his fist against the doorframe.

After that day, you did everything to avoid him. You didn’t talk to him in class, you were always one of the first people to leave, you didn’t answer his phone calls, you begged your mom and dad to tell Steve you weren’t home whenever he’d stop by, you even started having lunch in the library with Eddie just to avoid him.

You continued to do all of that for the remainder of the school year and when summer came around, you and your family ended up moving to Michigan. Not because of the Steve situation, your parents didn’t even know what happened between the two of you. The only one who knew was Eddie. Your dad got a job offer and decided to take it. At least avoiding Steve would be way easier now.

You told your friends about the move and although they were sad, they wished you well with whatever came next for you and you did the same for them.

With one last group hug, you bid farewell to your friends and farewell to Hawkins.

-

Starting your senior year of high school being four months pregnant was not ideal. You only found out after the move and when you told your parents they were deeply disappointed. Their 17 year old daughter falling pregnant was not what they had wanted for you and as reluctant as they were when you told them you wanted to keep it, they were supportive. They told you it would be tough but it was a risk you were willing to take.

You blurted it out to Eddie one night when the two of you were speaking on the phone. He was telling you about how Nancy and Jonathan had started dating and how Robin was in band now, also telling you that she looked absolutely ridiculous in her uniform and that he’d mail you photos of her in it so you could laugh as well. He caught you up with the kids drama and made sure to avoid the topic of Steve.

Eddie was telling you about some D&D campaign he created when it slipped.

“All I have to do is tell those little squirts that-”

“I'm pregnant.”

There's a moment of silence before you hear Eddie's voice again. “Nooo... Why would I tell them that?”

“Eds..." You sighed.

“Ace… You're not- Are you serious?”

Ace. A nickname he gifted you when you annihilated him in a game of cards once.

“As a heart attack.”

“Oh my god…” He whispered. “Who knows? Is it… Steve's?”

You shut your eyes and rub your left temple. “Yes, it's his and no one knows but my parents and now, you."

"Y/N/N... holy shit. Are you gonna tell him?"

The thought had crossed your mind on several occasions.

“No.” You reply.

“Y/N-”

“And you're not gonna say anything to anyone, Eddie. I mean it. Not the kids, not Nancy, not Jonathan, not Robin, and especially not Steve, you hear me?"

Eddie let's out a defeated sigh. “Loud and clear.” The two of you are quiet for a few seconds before he talks again. “Can I at least know why you're choosing not to tell him?”

“I just- I don't want to ruin whatever plans he has for the future. He's probably still hung up on Nancy anyway and besides, I doubt we'll ever see each other again.” You spill. “It's better this way.”

“Whatever you say, Ace.” You can tell he's not happy with your answer. “My lips are sealed.”

January 1985 is when you gave birth to a healthy baby girl who you named Penelope.

Penelope Eden Y/L/N.

You had sent pictures of her to Eddie with a note explaining that Eden was close to his name and that’s why you chose it while also saying he would be the best uncle to your little girl. He called you that same day, pretending like he wasn’t crying on the other end as he told you how happy he was.

Two and a half years later, you and your parents move back to Hawkins. You debated on whether or not you were going to stay in Michigan but ultimately decided on following your parents back home. Sure, you made a few friends here and there but nothing would beat your friends back in Hawkins.

Eddie was practically bouncing off the walls when you told him over the phone one night. You promised him the two of you would meet up the minute you were done settling in.

A week after moving back to Hawkins, Eddie came over to your place with a hug for you and about three toys for Penelope. You told him he didn’t have to get her three of them but he shrugged and said he didn’t know which one she would like so he just got them all.

You were about to protest when he held his hand up to your face and said, “Ace, as her favorite uncle, it's my job to get her anything and everything she ever wants.”

For the rest of the time he was there, he bonded with Penelope and the two of you talked about what has been going on for the past 3 years. He told you his band was booking small gigs here and there and you told him you’d go to a few of them when given the chance. Once the catching up died down and it got later in the day, he suggested a reunion with your former friends.

“Come on, Ace, it'll be fun. I’ll invite everyone to my place-” He had gotten an apartment recently. Nothing too big, but just enough for him and his things. “-I won't tell them you're here and when they all show up, BAM! Surprise!”

“Mmm… I don't know, Eds.”

He knows why you’re hesitant.

“Steve won't be there, I promise. He doesn't really hang with us that much anymore. The only one who sees him often is Robin and that's because they work together.” He holds your hand with both of his as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “Please, Ace? It'll only be me, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, and El. Just us. They all miss you just as much as I do.”

He continues to beg and you think it over in your head.

“You promise Steve won't be there?”

“I pinky promise.”

“If he is, I’m breaking your guitar.”

“Deal.” He doesn't miss a beat.  “That's how confident I am that he won't be there.”

-

Eddie had picked you and Penelope up a couple of days later and you helped him set up a few things for the little reunion that was about to take place in less than an hour. Eddie made sure to tell them to all arrive at the same time and as confused as they were, they obliged.

Your hands began to get clammy as time got closer and closer to your friends arriving. You didn’t know why you were so nervous to see them. They were your friends for crying out loud!

Maybe it was the fact that in a couple of minutes they’d all be meeting your two-and-a-half-year-old daughter who they had no clue even existed yet, who also just so happens to look identical to your former best friend. Yeah, that’s exactly why you were so nervous.

“Eds, I’m nervous.” You voice to him as you eye the clock on the wall.

“It’ll be okay.” He rubs your shoulders in a soothing manner. “They’re gonna freak when they see you. In a good way, though. Maybe even pass out when they see Pen.”

Your eyes widen. “That’s not helping. I think I’m about to have a heart attack.”

“You’re fine. Relax, everything is going to be alright.”

He helps you regulate your breathing and when he finally has you calmed down, there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh my god.” You panic. There’s another knock on the door.

“Come on, Eddie, open the door! it’s hot as hell out here!” You recognize the voice as Mike’s and you cover your mouth, eyes wide as you look over at Eddie.

“I’m gonna throw up!”

“No you’re not! Not in my living room, at least.” He whisper-yells back to you. “Take Pen, go into my room, and shut the door. I’ll come and get you when everyone is inside.”

You nod, your stomach doing somersaults as you quickly walk over to Penelope and pick her up. As you shut Eddie’s room door, you tell your daughter to be quiet by putting your finger to your lips and going, “shhh.”

She does the same thing back to you, showing you that she understood.

You could hear a couple of voices from outside of the room and you nervously started tapping your foot against the floor as you waited for Eddie to come get you. About a minute goes by when you finally hear him tell everyone he has something to show them.

You hear Max groan and say, “You better not have gathered all of us here just to show us another one of your new guitars.”

He’s offended by the statement and defends himself, making you believe that he has gotten them all together just to show them one of his new instruments before. You stifle a laugh.

Eddie opens the door slowly so as to not scare you and motions behind him. “You ready?”

You take a deep breath and nod. Eddie guides you down the hall and you unintentionally hold onto Penelope a bit tighter.

“Surprise!” Your friend shouts just as you turn the corner into his living room.

Dustin was mid stuffing his face with chips when he saw you. Everyone’s movements were paused, eyes wide as they stared at you.

“Oh my gosh…” Jonathan managed to get out.

“Y/N!” Robin is the first to jump up off her seat and gather you in a hug.

It’s like her actions bursted through everyone's bubbles because one by one they all came up to you with tears threatening to spill.

“It’s been so long!”

“Are you back for good?”

“How have you been?”

“How long are you here for?”

“We missed you!”

“How-”

“Wait!” Robin interrupted, “We’re all glad you’re back but uh, is this your baby sister or…?”

Everyone’s attention is now on Penelope and your heart starts beating faster. She’s oblivious to what’s happening at the moment and is even reaching over towards Dustin’s hair.

You clear your throat. “Guys, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Penelope. Penny, say hi!” you take her tiny hand and wave to your friends as she says a small “hi.”

There’s a beat of silence before they start speaking at once.

“Daughter?!”

“What the f-”

“Watch your mouth, dingus, there’s a baby present.”

“Sorry…”

“I can’t believe you’re a mom.”

“Who’s the dad?”

“Mike! You can’t just ask that!”

“Why not?”

You feel yourself getting overwhelmed the more and more they ask questions. Eddie senses this quiets them down.

“Guys, guys! Let’s all settle down. I’m sure Y/N will answer all your questions in a bit and even so, she doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to. Let’s all just appreciate the fact that she’s back, alright?”

Everyone agrees and says sorry. You tell them it’s okay and offer to tell them what they want to know as you move to sit on the couch. Penelope wiggles out of your arms and walks over to Dustin who was sitting on the floor beside you with the rest of the kids.

“Oh,” he says, “hi.”

Penelope grabs a fistful of his hair pulling ever so slightly before letting his curls go and watching them spring back up. This makes her giggle and she does it again.

“Penny, no. We don’t pull people’s hair.” You tell her before fixing your gaze to Dustin. “Sorry Dusty, she likes to play with people’s hair. Especially people with curly hair.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, “I don’t mind. Here,” he takes his hair and pulls it before letting it go, showing your daughter that he was okay with her doing it again. She giggles and tugs his hair again.

“Okay,” you sigh as you scan over everyone in the room, “What do you want to know?”

-

You had just finished updating them on everything that has happened since you left. You didn’t go into too much detail, just told them that the father of your baby was someone you met when you moved to Michigan and that when he found out you were pregnant, he bailed.

You didn’t mention anything about Steve and to your knowledge, no one even knew that you guys were involved at one point.

They didn’t ask any further questions about Penelope or her father. They either were done asking or they didn’t want to pry any further just yet. Instead, you moved on and told them about your time in Michigan and asked about what they had all been up to over the past 3 years.

Nancy and Jonathan were still together, Robin has a crush on a girl named Vickie and is too chicken-shit to ask her out, Dustin met some girl at a science camp he went to and now they’re dating, Mike and El were still together, same as Max and Lucas, Will was still playing third wheel (poor Will), and you found out that Joyce and Hopper had gotten together which threw you for a loop.

“Wait, wait, wait-” you shake your head, “your mom-” you point a finger between Will and Jonathan, “-is dating Hopper? Jim Hopper, like the guy who never cracks a smile? The guy who doesn’t enjoy like, anything?”

“Yep.”

“That’s the one.”

“Well,” you start, “you find love in mysterious places with mysterious people, I guess. At least they’re happy.”

You turn your attention to your daughter who was in the middle of playing with Max, El, Dustin, and Lucas. They were helping her build a little tower. Well, they were doing most of the work, she was putting blocks on the tops of their heads saying, “stay!”

“Aww I wish I brought my camcorder, they’re so cute.” You pout.

“I brought my camera!” Jonathan says as he pulls it out of his bag, “I could snap a couple of photos for you.”

“Why’d you bring your camera?” Eddie questioned.

“I bring my camera everywhere.”

“Freak.”

“Says the freak.”

You’re glad to see that not much has changed within your friend dynamic.

“I’d love it if you’d take photos of them playing with Penny.” You tell Jonathan. “I’ll even pay you!”

He scoffs as he snaps his first picture. “That’s not necessary Y/N. We’re friends. Plus, I just self-appointed as Penny’s uncle so if you want me to take photos of my niece, I will.”

“Oh, you self-appointed, huh?” You say with an amused smile.

“Yep.”

“Let’s not let things get out of hand,” Eddie interrupted, “I’m still and always will be Pen’s favorite uncle.”

“We’ll see about that.” Dustin’s voice cut through the air.

“Stay outta this, Frodo.”

“Guys,” you interrupt them, “I’m sure she’ll love you all the same. Now-”

You were cut off when you heard the front door open then shut.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice you hadn’t heard in a while dances around the room and you feel ill. “I’m assuming my invite got lost in the mail because I know my friends would never meet up and not tell me, right Eddie?”

He finally comes into view yet he hasn’t seen you and you feel like you’re about to throw up. You hadn’t spoken to him since he shattered your heart that fateful day in his bedroom. He looked older, a bit more mature. His hair was all the same, however. Maybe just a tad bit longer but nonetheless the same.

Your heart is pounding at this point. It feels like it’s about to pop out of your chest. Not a good feeling.

“So,” Steve starts, “what’s going-”

He finally sees you and his words fall off. It looks like he’s about to throw up too.

Eyes wide and jaw slacked, Steve manages to say one thing.

“Y/N…?”

“Aw man…” you hear Eddie murmur.

You inhale deeply and slowly turn your head to the one person who promised you that he wouldn’t be here. Eddie is looking at you, utterly terrified, as he chokes out;

“Please don’t hurt my guitar…”

[cookinguptales]

Can I ask you to do a post about Disney & disability please? You mentioned it and I’d love to know more!

Well, my notifications can't get any messier, so why not?

This post got very, very long because I ended up talking about a lot of the accessibility solutions in detail (and... ranting about how accessibility at Universal was so bad that I got physically injured there) so I'm putting it under a cut for you.

To preface this, I have mobility issues (as well as a lot of food intolerances/allergies) and general chronic illness, my sister is Deaf, and I have friends who regularly attend the park with autistic family members with high support needs. These are the disabilities I have experience with, so while I've heard a bit about others (such as portable descriptive devices for visitors with visual impairments) I can't speak as much about those accommodations.

I have also traveled quite a bit, mostly as a disabled adult. I can work from anywhere and my family enjoys traveling, so I've been very lucky in this regard. I also used to live in central Florida, not too far from Disney, and benefited from their FL resident rates.

So I'm coming at this from a person who has a lot of experience traveling while disabled and a fair amount of experience going to WDW, though I haven't been nearly as often since I moved out of Florida.

(Good fucking riddance.)

So know that I am speaking from experience when I say I have never, without exception, been to a single place half as accessible as Walt Disney World. It is literally the reason my family would go there; it was one of the only places we could all safely go together. One of the only places I've been on earth that even approached their level of thoughtful accommodations is Barcelona, which apparently did significant renovations throughout the city in order to prepare for the 1992 Paralympics.

(Hey, if anyone is reading this from Barcelona: I teared up the first time I used one of your curb cuts in my wheelchair, just so you know.)

Going through those parks in a wheelchair is a breeze, though you will probably have to fight a lot of clueless parents with strollers who are hellbent on using resources intended for wheelchair-users and then glaring at you when you try to use them yourself. Level ground, spacious sidewalks, accessible transportation, well-kept gradual ramps, roomy buildings, lots of accessible restrooms, alternate entrances at many rides for wheelchair users, special wheelchair rows in movie theaters that we're loaded into first, accessible queues in most rides designed or renovated in the last fifteen years, special viewing areas for shows/parades/fireworks so you don't end up staring at able-bodied butts for a half hour...

Like, structurally-speaking, the parks are very easy to get around in if you're a wheelchair user. That was built in and you can see a lot of very mindful design choices. As far as the rides go, most of their rides actually have special cars that you can load into while still in a wheelchair. They're pretty neat. I can transfer, but that means often leaving my wheelchair and/or cane with a cast member during the ride. They are always, without fail, waiting for me on the other side of the ride, no matter how far the exit is from the entrance. I have never once had a problem with this. A cast member will be there to put my assistive devices in my hand before I even have to think about getting up. Guaranteed.

Wheelchair users always used to be able to skip the line, but there was unfortunately a problem with able-bodied people pretending to be disabled to skip lines (because god forbid they not have access to a single thing we have to make our lives livable) so now there's a system where if you cannot wait in a line, they'll basically give you a special time to come back that's equivalent to the length of the line. Which feels fair to me as someone who often cannot be in even an accessible line for extended periods. (I have problems with sunlight, heat, and often need emergency food or restroom.)

More important than all this, though, is the fact that cast members are impeccably well-trained in all of this. Any disabled person can tell you that the most accessible design on earth isn't worth shit if the people working there aren't well-trained. (More on this later, when I take a giant shit on Universal Studios.) But Disney trains their employees, many of whom are disabled themselves, incredibly well.

Every employee will know where the accessible entrances are. Every employee will know the procedure for getting a return time. Every employee will know about first-aid centers, and every employee will know where the quiet areas are for people with sensory issues. Every time you make a reservation for a meal, hotel room, transportation, etc. they will ask for all accessibility needs and they'll be ready for you.

Every waiter you have will be incredibly careful and knowledgeable when it comes to special dietary needs, and chefs will often come out to discuss them with you. They often have specific menus for different dietary needs, and they are scrupulous when it comes to allergens. I have a few intolerances that suck and allergies that could kill me and I have always felt very safe in their hands. This ranges from fancy sit-down restaurants to quick service burger places.

And -- honestly, I have just always been treated with respect. I know that sounds like a low bar, but most people do fail to clear it. Disney has their employees very well-trained on how to interact with disabled guests. People speak directly to me, never to the able-bodied people over my head. They never treat me like I'm a child. They never ask invasive questions or make uncomfortable jokes. They never, ever get impatient with my accessibility needs.

The few times I have misjudged things and have injured myself or gotten extremely ill, they were professional and caring as they provided much-needed first-aid. It's kind of embarrassing to be doted on by a costumed character while you wait for a doctor to come help you sit up again, but also kind of endearing, I'll admit.

They also, in addition to captioning all videos in the park, have some of the best sign language interpreters in the world, bar none. They're very personal and professional, they're easy to reserve, they will always be in a visible place during shows, and they're incredible performers as well as being very technically proficient. In addition to the professional interpreters, many cast members, performers, and characters can sign as well.

In addition to that, and this brings me to my next point, you'll meet a lot of disabled employees throughout the park. In front-facing positions. Deaf employees, employees using mobility aids, etc. They're well-known to hire disabled people and treat them well. This is. Fuck, this is incredibly rare, I say as someone who was never able to find a job in Florida with my health conditions. It's the moral thing to do to hire disabled people, but also -- selfishly, there's something so heartening and normalizing about seeing people who look like you working at the park. I'm happy every single time.

I have a little less personal experience when it comes to accessibility for neurodivergence, despite being neurodivergent myself, but I've been told that Disney is very, very accommodating for people on the spectrum. A lot is done to lessen crowding, waiting, sensory overload, etc. for autistic guests. Cast members are usually super good at this; finding designated quiet areas, helping autistic guests avoid more crowded areas, keeping them out of long lines, making sure they have access to any particular experiences that are special to them, etc.

For folks who need help from their group, whether that's an autistic child who needs to be with a parent or a disabled adult who needs someone to push their wheelchair or anything else, Disney has a rider switch-off model. In other words, if you're there with both of your able-bodied parents, for example, and you need one of them to be with you at all times and you don't want to be on the ride yourself, Disney will allow one person to go on the ride while the other waits for them to finish, then will allow the second person to go on without any additional wait. This makes sure that everyone in the family gets equal access without leaving disabled people alone. (Which... can be a very shitty feeling, I assure you.)

I know that Disney has also pioneered a lot of assistive technology. The accessible rides, obviously, which can be ridiculously cool (like Toy Story Midway Mania has an accessible car with alternative "guns" for people with dexterity limitations so they can play the carnival games as well) but also handheld assistive devices for visually impaired guests, etc. Like they are literally inventing new forms of accessibility technology, which is so cool.

And honestly, I'm always learning about new ways they assist disabled guests. I've stayed in Disney's accessible hotel rooms before (they're very nice!) but I don't like to swim so I've never been in the pools. But even just this week, someone told me that Disney has pool lifts for disabled guests, which I had never even considered. That's so cool.

The best part about accessibility at Disney is that in some ways it's very casual. A lot of their design decisions are so intuitive that you never even notice how accessible the parks are until you go somewhere where that's... not the case.

Like -- just so you don't assume that any of these things are industry standard, let me tell you about the two times I went to Universal, a park very close to Disney. I went there once for an event and once with my family.

The first time I went was for an event at the opening of the Harry Potter park. (This was before JKR made her most appalling views public, to be clear.) It... was frustrating. Guests asked if there would be food and drink available for people with special dietary restrictions (such as sugar-free butterbeer) and were pretty much told that no, that was not something they were interested in pursuing. It became very obvious very quickly that the park itself was so narrow that it only barely fulfilled ADA standards -- when empty. We were told that JKR had actually specifically insisted that it feel "cramped". Which is a nice way to say that I couldn't actually get around in any of the stores while people were in them.

It was overall a frustrating experience, but it was like. One night. I figured it was probably a fluke and they were still ironing out all the details. So I ended up going back with my parents later.

Y'all, it was a shit show.

Broken elevators that prevented disabled guests from accessing rides. Performers being up on raised platforms/sidewalks so disabled guests couldn't get to them. Sidewalks being made inaccessible by putting movable signs directly in the middle of them. Stores (even outside of the HP part) that were so damn narrow that I actually ended up getting hurt trying to navigate one of them. And no -- it was not easy to get first aid.

And my god, was the training bad. We went to one of the new HP rides, asked if there was a specific entrance for disabled guests. We were told no. We waited for a very long time in a line that honestly I shouldn't have been waiting in, but I wanted to be a good sport. I was pretty sick by the time we got through it, and the line itself had some very dangerous inclines/turns for wheelchair users. We get to the front of the line -- and the employee asks why we didn't just use the accessible entrance. 🙃

(Side note: several of their rides are also just unrideable if you don't fit within a pretty narrow body type of thin and able-bodied, so... there's that.)

We'd asked repeatedly and gotten incorrect answers, and I'd been put in physical danger as a result. Wild. I started to notice that if you asked different employees, you'd get different answers about almost anything, really. Just exceptionally poor training. Even stuff that should've been a no-brainer, like loading wheelchair users into a stationary movie theater, ended up creating chaos when they did it incorrectly and we had a giant wheelchair pileup.

Like -- let me stress to you that many of the things that happened could have caused actual injury to people. Some of these situations were dangerous. And some of them were just alienating, like when I'd have to wait outside a store while my family could go in.

I never went back after that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ We just kept going to Disney.

One thing that'll probably show how good Disney is at accessibility is the whole Make-A-Wish thing. A lot of people know that it's a popular Make-A-Wish request, and you're likely to see at least a couple kids with Make-A-Wish buttons during your visit if you keep an eye out. One reason for this, is that, y'know, Disney World is fun. Kids want to go there. But more important, I think, is that Disney can accommodate people with at-times severe medical needs. Those kids can safely go anywhere and do anything in those parks that able-bodied kids can, and that's important.

All in all, the parks are just so accessible and you will never, ever be made to feel like you're lesser for needing those accommodations. You will be treated so well and you will not have to worry about accessibility because the cast members are always doing it for you. They'll usher you into the correct entrance as soon as they see a mobility device, and they'll do it with a very warm welcome. It's one of the very few places on earth where I have never felt like a burden.

Again, y'know, I know that Disney does not have a perfect track record on a lot of issues. I would never defend them from rightfully earned criticism. I strongly support labor action against them, and I do think they should be criticized whenever they fuck up. I have been uncomfortable with the sheer amount of power they have both in Florida and in the entertainment world just because no one should have that much power. But I am far more uncomfortable with that power being stripped away for blatantly discriminatory political reasons.

I do have some loyalty to Disney just because there is no other place on earth where I've been able to safely have fun with my friends with so little agony. That's... I mean, it's important, really. To be able to just exist in public without getting grief for it. And I have some loyalty to them because they were a safe space for me as a young, queer kid who was not safe being out in other areas of my life.

(Like, I am talking about actual literal safety. I kept seeing notes on my post saying that Disney didn't care about creating a "safe space for queer people" but as someone who lived in Florida for the entirety of my teenage years? It was the safest goddamn place there.)

I do not have enough loyalty to defend them when they do immoral bullshit, but I do have enough to make sure that people know the good that they do as well.

I want other businesses to follow Disney's model for disability. I will praise them forever for what they've done in that regard because if I don't, there's no reason for other companies to follow suit. I want to praise them for the good things they've done so they have incentive to keep doing it, and other companies have an incentive to do it as well.

Like bro, I just wanna be able to move around and be treated with some dignity, y'know? My bar is so low. lmao

But yeah. That's why you always see so many disabled guests at Disney. It's literally the only place some of us can go to have fun.

[doctorcurdlejr]

Niko!! what'd you think of I saw the tv glow. I finally saw it last night and noticed you posting about it so I wanted to know your thoughts :)

Levi!!! I was JUST wondering what you were thinking about the movie after I saw you posting about it as well... we are so media discussion pilled in this way, it's awesome. ANYWAYS I've had so many thoughts since I first saw it and I've been trying to turn them into something coherent for a little bit now.

Ummm okay I have written 1k+ words about this movie, the suburbs, and escapism via teen TV.... clearly I was dying for somebody to ask this I guess so thank you for indulging me <3

First and foremost, I absolutely loved it! I've seen it twice now and the first time I watched it I got to see Jane Schoenbrun talk about the film right after. I already really liked it from that first watch alone. I found it so deeply relatable to my experiences - both in terms of growing up gay and trans, but where I am now in my 20s trying to navigate adulthood. Hearing what Schoenbrun had to say really cemented my feelings and thoughts about the film.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a big influence on the movie (it's why Amber Benson makes a cameo as Johnny Link's mom). Even though I don't have the same emotional link to Buffy since I never watched it, I recognize it as the same type of warmth I experienced growing up with Riverdale. When Owen says he feels like his insides have been scooped out but that he's too afraid to look and have that wrongness everybody knows is there be confirmed, Maddy simply responds "Maybe you're like Isabel. Afraid of what's inside you." Tears forming but not falling, breathing shallowly, I grabbed the paper and pen the theater keeps at the seats for people to order food with and wrote that line down - the slip of paper is still somewhere in my car. Writing it now almost feels lame in its simplicity, but it felt like my insides were being flayed open.

During the director discussion, Schoenbrun talked a little bit about this idea of how truly fucking bizarre it is to grow up in the suburbs. Like, when we think about the pinnacle of normality in American culture, it's the image of middle-class cis-hetero-white suburbia. At the same time, despite this cultural dream of normality, everybody is hyper-aware that the suburbs are one of the least normal things ever. So, the ACTUAL cultural understanding of it is that it's where we go to, like, passively kill ourselves (*George Costanza voice* WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY YOU KNOW!). This idea isn't new, I mean there are so many films and shows about navigating that specific bizarre dissonance from Rebel Without a Cause to Heathers to Twin Peaks. Probably half the pre-teen to teen TV I watched obsessively growing up, stuff like Strange Days at Blake Holsey High, Making Fiends, Truth or Scare, and eventually Riverdale, were never shy about being weird and morbid and saying "yes, the suburbs are exactly as bizarre and lethal in the ways you can already feel in your bones at 13." I Saw the TV Glow does a really good job of keying not only into that mental dissonance but more specifically into how those of us who have felt so intrinsically weird and different and wrong fell back on these shows like they were capable of doing the emotional version of a rescue breath maneuver after being drowned.

In high school, if there were two things about me that any person who even vaguely knew me could list off it was that I watched Riverdale, and I was a lesbian - and I was mocked more for the Riverdale. At that age, I was, without a doubt, the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I rarely left the house because my family lived in a development that made me want to scratch my skin off when I walked out our front door. Owen didn't leave the house for days, afraid Maddy could somehow force him out. I sobbed constantly and frequently to depressing indie rock on the floor of my closet while hoping my family would just once read the (honest to god) KEEP OUT poster plastered on my door since I didn't have a lock on it. Owen didn't leave his room for days, afraid of what Maddy recognized in him. I didn't go on dates and kept my chest binder shoved to the bottom of my bookbag while wearing dresses that could've come from a how-to-be the perfect 50s housewife manual. Owen didn't leave his bed for days, afraid of Maddy touching his neck and Isabel's dress. I also watched Riverdale with the kind of zeal you see in a Pentecostal who has found God and started speaking in tongues to let you know it. I own a button that says, "Don't Make Me Go Dark Betty On You," I cherish it in a way that is only achieved by knowing exactly how corny and trite it is and then moving straight past that because well actually, and most people wouldn't get this, she's holding back something deeply dark and wild and- and disgusting. something painful yet intrinsically her. but i get it, obviously. or maybe not obviously! hopefully not obviously, but- basically, I'm just saying I get it: the experience of reflection and recognition through the other and all that.

Whatever, the point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that because either way Owen is dying. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive only to come out renewed, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable and the only way out is to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. Instead he just passively lets it drag him to a much more permanent death. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?

Clearly, I’ve been enchanted by the film’s narrative and meta-textual language. If you're familiar with it, you can see how Schoenbrun built this movie like a long-form dream episode of a canceled teen show filmed in Vancouver. Lynchian? Yeah, sure. Riverdalesque? THIS we cannot possibly deny. Schoenbrun said they included Amber Benson as an act of healing the inner rage experienced at Tara’s death in Buffy. This is a Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa ending Riverdale with a bisexual polycule after his gay Archie play got ceased-and-desisted type move. There’s probably more I could say about the soundtrack and the visuals, but I’ve hit over 1k words on this, so I’ll leave it at I enjoyed this movie a lot. :)

Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unremarkable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to destroy the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must try to survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in!

[grogusmum]

IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance. Javi is adorable, be warned. Things get spicy.

Part 2

“Girasol,” he whispers; voice husky. Your knees go a little watery not only from the want in Javi’s voice for you but for the sweet nickname, sunflower.

His warm, plush lips taste your mouth, chin, and neck. Tickling behind your ear, you had never kissed anyone with a mustache or much facial hair. It tickles and rasps over your soft skin deliciously, especially your neck, causing your shoulder to jump with a smiling gasp. 

Being pressed against the wall was also new to you like this gorgeous man can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can possibly get. One hand is cradling your jaw; the other travels from your hip under your sweater, where he has found that the dress is sleeveless. He hums, pleased by his discovery. You try not to feel emotional and keep the thought - thank you. Thank you for being attracted to me, even though… inside your head. But it brings up some tears that you blink away. 

The moment you open your eyes, the lights flicker, signaling you to return to the theater.

“Javi?”

“Hmmm?” He murmurs, distracted by devouring your neck.

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again. 

“We will pick this up back at the hotel,” he rumbles. 

Javi takes your hand and leads the way to the theater. Since you are among the last to sit, Javi looks and tugs you toward the back of the theater. He noticed your glassy eyes when he pulled away. He wonders if he overstepped.

After you settle into your seat-

“I'm sorry,” Javi looks at you with his puppiest eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I- for,” Javi struggles. “ Maybe I was too forward, and now we don't have good se-”

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

“Javi, I have never been so turned on in my life,” you murmur in his ear, and his face breaks into a broad smile, his eyes dancing. 

While the rest of the day flies and is more fun than you've had in a long time, every once and a while, you get a little in your head when hobnobbing with “the beautiful people.” But somehow, Javi seems to feel it every time, and he brings you closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, murmuring a sweet check-in.

Online, late at night, you would talk and talk, and you thought you felt a tension in the last month before planning to meet, but you always half-heartedly dismissed it. And when you saw his picture, you wholeheartedly dismissed it. How can someone like him…but here you both are. He doesn't even see the other women. Javi has at least one hand on you at all times. Holding your hand or on your thigh with his thumb chasing little circles during the films and Q&As, his arm wrapped around your waist during intermission. This new layer to your relationship is exciting, if a little scary. 

All you have been thinking about since the alcove is getting back to the hotel, but as Javi checks you both in, your traitorous brain starts to race; you know Javi is a good guy, he would never just presume, and if you put on the brakes he would respect that…but now that it's here. It's not that you don't want to; you want to, by the gods, do you. But what if he doesn't like what he sees when you are, quite literally, laid bare?

Javi returns with the key cards, his stomach knots in new and exciting ways. 

“It's a two-bedroom penthouse suite,”he murmurs, primarily to his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot, “I got them before - but you know, if you don't - I mean, if we-”

Javi doesn't know what you are thinking. But he can easily see the anxiety scrawled across you. But he doesn't know what has you in this state—

Watching him, you can see his effort. To keep you comfortable, respecting your boundaries, and he keeps showing you he is attracted to you, all of you.

So you tell your liar of a brain to shut up for once, and your first finger goes gently under his chin, tipping his head to look at you. 

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.” 

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

The penthouse is, of course, gorgeous, just as Javi hoped. There’s a fireplaced living room, with the spread of chocolate-covered strawberries, soft cheeses, warm crusty bread, and the champagne he asked for on a coffee table. 

“Javi! This is, does this just come with penthouse suites or…”

“There are always, well, ‘amenities,’ but um, I asked for your favorites.”

“When?”

“As soon as you said you’d come to visit.”

“But-”

“I know it was a little bold of me, but I - sort of had this big plan to try to win your heart this weekend. But like I said, I got two rooms, I wasn’t, you know, ‘expecting something’,” All of this comes out in a rush, but Javi takes a breath and slows down, his eyes taking in your lovely face.

“‘Han Shot First’, I’ve been having feelings for you for a long, long time.”

It's your face’s turn to warm, as romantic as his nickname Girasol is, as beautiful as it makes you feel... There's something about him using your url handle at this moment - the name he knew before he had seen your picture… You fling your arms around him, and without hesitation, his mouth seals to yours. His hand goes to your cardigan, peeling it off. Before you can have another wave of anxiety, the groan Javi lets loose as his hands run up and down your upper arms and around your back settles your qualms. He presses you as close to him as he can without occupying the same space, thus defying the laws of physics.

“Girasol”, Javi murmurs. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

His hands rove your back, hips, and backside. You keep beating back your traitorous brain, so you can just enjoy how this feels. He likes everything he's touching. 

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, holding you tight in his kiss. 

“May I undress you?”

Javi begins unbuttoning your dress, his hands so sure at every button. He pulls back the top of the dress off your shoulders, and his needy kisses travel from one to the other, stopping to enjoy your collarbones and the hollow of your throat. Then he lets the dress fall, a circle at your feet. You slip his blue blazer off his shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. You peek back at his face to see adoration.

You nod, and the look he gave you in the alcove returns causes a pleasant zing in your lower belly.

Javi becomes impatient and brings his arms hurriedly out of his sleeves, and pulls you against him once more, his arms wrapped around your waist. With urgent kisses, he walks you backward until your calves hit the bed. 

Giving a yip as you drop onto it, a nervous giggle bubbles up, and you take a breath, eyes closed. Mirroring your action in the lobby, Javi's curled forefinger gently lifts your face to him.

“I am enamored with every inch of you, Girasol. Every last inch.”

Against your will, your eyes swim, so that is where Javi decides to start in his worship. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brush the tears away. Pressing kisses to your cheeks. 

Your hands rest on his narrow hips as you look up at this beautiful man, this silly, passionate, delightful man.

He wants me, you think, all of me.

Your hands travel up his sun-kissed torso, the sweet curve of his belly, but just as your hands settle on his chest, he has your shoulders, pressing them to the bed. And this was that moment you feared, laid out on the bed. Suddenly Javi’s got you behind your knees with those enormous paws of his, and with a quick and decisive pull, he's got your ass at the edge of the bed and thighs over his broad shoulders, and you can feel his breath at your core. 

“Javi!” Breath quickening, you are pretty sure you almost came from being moved like that; you don’t get “thrown around”

Javi's hands run up your thighs, his thumbs massage the crease where your hip meets them  -

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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┃Deadpool & Wolverine vs. The Boys┃

parings: various actors' x teen!actress!fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff :)

summary: y/n l/n attends the premiere of 'deadpool and wolverine' & san diego: comic con!!

✧.* author's note: head to my blog to view my masterlist of my fics and also upcoming work :)) - ava ❤ *.✧

(gwendolyn or gwen is the name of y/n's character, 'mindstorm' is her other alias)

face claim: dafne keen

// SLIGHT-ISH SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR OF 'THE BOYS' & DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED //

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(yourusername) what a night! and what a movie (i promise i'm not biased). these three gentlemen are about to blow your minds!! ❤️💛@deadpoolmovie

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thehughjackman nice to see ya again tonight, kiddo! had a blast ❤️

(y/n)fan1 17 years old and already a legend ❤️‍🔥

(y/n)fan2 this is my girlfriend guys- i just wanted you to know she is my girlfriend- and i am proud of my girlfriend

vancityreynolds 3 of the most amazing, considerate, and loving people i've ever known, and then there's hugh

(y/n)fan1 LMAOOO

thehughjackman i'm telling blake 😠

(y/n)fan3 NOT RYAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)fan4 MOTHER

(y/n)fan5 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

karlurban lets.fucking.go ❤️👊💛

karenfukuhara so excited to go see it!! you look amazing my love 💞

toni.starr YOU BETRAYED US

(yourusername) AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL NEVER FEEL SORRY

(y/n)fan2 FOR THE WAY I HURT

(yourusername) i have the best fucking fans 💀

blakelively MY UNOFFICAL FIFTH CHILD 😍😍

(yourusername) I LOVE YOU MOMMA 💗

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(yourusername) 'deapool and wolverine' is OUT NOW ❤️💛 !! i was so happy to be able to work with hughie (aka: @thehughjackman) again after six long years! thank you to this amazing cast and crew for every ounce of support you have given me while working on this outstanding, thrilling project! NOW, get your lazy assess up and go have a great fucking time at the theaters while watching @deadpoolmovie 🎥🍿🎬

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thehughjackman the pleasure was all mine, kiddo! it was so much fun being able to work with you again, especially as wolvie 😂😂

(yourusername) LOVE YA POPS 💟💟

slecydirect LFG!!! ❤️⚔💛

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(y/n)fan1 x-23 movie?? CALL MARVEL RIGHT NOW 📞📞

jensenackles kid, what did we talk about? you can't just leave us like that and join marvel without a good-bye 🙄

(yourusername) sorry jen, but i got to meet captain america 🥺

jensenackles *plays ✨ 'my tears ricochet' ✨*

(y/n)fan9 HAHAHAHA NOT THE TAYLOR REFRENCE 💀

(y/n)fan4 DUDE THEY BETTER HAVE SOME SCENES TOGETHER IN S5 😭😭

erinelairmoriarty first off, congrats sweetness ❤️💛!! second, HOW THE HECK TO DO YOU PRETTIER EVERYTIME I SEE YOU?!?! we have to set something up soon, my love 😍

(yourusername) THANK YOU DARLING 💟 AND YES we will set something up. very soon.💛

(y/n)fan10 MAN I NEED A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THEIRS ASAP 💀

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(yourusername) thank you for your warm welcome comic con!! being able to watch the movie with you guys was so special! but now i gotta go show my love to my other very special project who is here at this convention 🤯 🤯 so for now, LFG!!! ❤️⚔💛

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(y/n)fan11 OH MY GOD- WAIT- TIME OUT- IS SHE TALKING ABOUT ‘THE BOYS’?!?

jessietusher OH YEAH!! LFG! ❤️💛

karlurban 👀👀

(y/n)fan8 WAIT WHAT- GUYS IT’S HAPPENING

(y/n)fan12 I WILL GET YOU THAT NECKLACE, I GOT YOU BABYGIRL!! 😏

jack_quaid YOU PLAYED THE WHOLE MOVIE?!? WITHOUT ME?!? 😡😡

(yourusername) I HAD NO CONTROL IM SORRY 😔

(y/n)fan9 I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL JACK 🥺 GETTING INTO HALL H IS SO DIFFICULT 😭😭

toni.starr congratulations, honey!! but don’t you ever forget to come back home for some REAL SUPERHEROES 😂❤️💛

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(yourusername) i wish i knew, marvel jesus 😔

(y/n)fan5 AHH I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH 😭

lazofficial congratulations, y/n!! ❤️💛

tomercapone congrats, ma poupée!! so excited to go see it with karen later this weekend :) NOW COME GIVE US SOME LOVE TOO 🥺

[ma poupée = my doll]

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(yourusername) OH WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK BABY!! 💪💪 i'm so happy to be back with these crazy motherfuckers 😭 it is never a dull moment when hanging out with these guys! i'm so grateful to be back, playing gwendolyn blake is always so much fun (especially when she is such a badass 🙂). season five is going to be phenomenal and i can't wait to begin working with these silly guys again- peace out goofballs 🖖 @theboystv_ @primevideo_

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vancityreynolds SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE GOT A SENSE I'D BEEN BETRAYED 😒

(yourusername) IM SORRY MJ 🙏🙏 but i must retire my marvel gig :(

(y/n)fan14 i love how y/n's nickname for ryan is 'marvel jesus' (also- love him for that lovely taylor reference)💀

karenfukuhara YESSS I'VE MISSED MY BEST FRIEND SO MUCH 💕

(yourusername) I'M MISSED MY BESTIE SO FREAKIN' MUCH 💋

(y/n)fan2 UGHHH WHY CAN'T I HAVE A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THAT 😭 😭

karlurban good to have you back, kid 👏👏

(yourusername) awww, missed you too karli 😉🤍🤍

toni.starr i see your back from earth-616 😯. it was nice to see ya again, honey 💜💜

(yourusername) ah yes, it was a very weird vacation 🤨 but it is good to back, ant :) 💛💛

jensenackles oh my gosh, that's me ☝!!

(yourusername) oh sorry, i meant to cut you out 🙂

jensenackles 😐

karlurban 😜

erinelairmoriarty AHH IM SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK 🥰

(yourusername) I MISSED YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE 😘😘

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✧.* author's note: thank u for reading!! please feel free to request any other ideas that u would like to see ^_^ - ava ❤ *.✧

[fantasy-relax]

Jealous Kitty

Donna Beneviento x Reader (MC)

Stupid Cassandra, with her stupid crying and her stupid play.

Stupid you.

It all started because the one supposed to play Romeo got injured seven months before the play and the understudy give up four months after that.

Meaning that Cassandra had three months to find a Romeo that met her standards, so obviously she was in panic.

When you came back from working in the flowershop, she was crying in Daniela arms.

"Ruined is ruined! Everything is collapsing!"

"Cass calm down you just need someone else to play the part"

"Is not a background character Dani is ROMEO" she separated from her sister, the anger in her face made her look demented "ROMEO! HOW I SUPPOSED TO PRESENT ROMEO AND JULIETA WITHOUT FUCKING ROMEO"

She started crying again and Daniela just patted her back awkwardly.

Of course you had to open your big mouth

"umm I already had the role of Romeo, in high school I'm rusty but maybe with some practice.."

The words stuck in your throat when he brunette turned to look at you with that manic look. You took a step back almost instinctively.

She walked to her bag and put out the script and practically threw it at your face.

"Go on"

You did.

Silence.

Okay that offended you a little bit.

The actress jumped at you.

"YES, YES I CAN WORK WITH YOU JUST A FEW IMPROVEMENTS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE PERFECT"

Suddenly you remembered the times that had you gone to theater with Donna and how hard Cassandra was as director, you wanted to back up but seeing the dry tears, red nose and ruined mascara made you do it.

You don't wanted to quit working and Cassandra begrudgingly accepted it. So you had a small chat with Donna... A little tense one.

"You are going to leave me? For Cassandra" Her voice was soft but there was a certain level of poison in her words.

" I don't going to leave you, I'm just gonna be in Cassandra's play" You remarked " For three months and one week approximately. The Romeo original is going to be better by that time. I still want to work with you, I just need to change the schedule for that.

She still looked hurt and angry.

"if is not okay with you, I-"

"Ok" she said between clenched teeth" Okay, you need a more flexible schedule I can do that, It will be just for few months and you will come back to me " It sounded like she was convincing herself more than you.

"I will always come back to you"

So that's how you ended in hell for a few months. Cassandra was a perfectionist and it showed. Sometimes Donna will show mercy to you and let you rest or make you move pot one side to another until she feel like you learned your lesson whatever it was.

(It was curious how always happened in the days were the most romantic scenes were rehearsed and she was there making some necessary adjustments in the scenery)

After some troubles with Cassandra's Stans, everything had gone perfectly. Cassandra kept her word (after hours of trying to convince you of joining) and you were free to work with Donna, that some days later became your girlfriend.

Everything was perfect.

Until a month later you started to notice how much people was looking at you, giggling and sighing. You thought that were making fun of you, God, you will had preferred that.

"it seems you have your own fan club" Angie had told you one day that you commented your situation "and they seem as horny as the one of Cassandra"

" You did a amazing job as Romeo" Cassandra said proudly "of course you would end with fans"

Good news. The sales in the flowershop grew exponentially.

Bad news. The possessiveness of your girlfriend grew the same.

Donna was a really, really, really jealous woman.

It seems that her jealousy outgrow her shyness because every single time some fan came to flirt with you she will appear like a ghost and steal a kiss from you while glaring at the offender.

That escalated to her practically growling at anybody that entered the shop and look it at you for more than five minutes.

Trying to avoid hurting the business you tell her kindly to maintain a professional image in the shop, that mean no kisses in front, no stealing you away to the nursery when you are working and no picking fights with the clients.

She looked so damn sad that you almost bend your knee, but this was the best option, the glamour will fade way sooner or later but the reputation of her shop will be damaged. That was your reasoning.

She understood and both of you could make up in the lunch break. If you ended with a lot hickies as result, well it wasn't a bad thing.

Until one day, one fan was particularly stubborn.

"I had a girlfriend, here is your order, have a nice day" You were fast not wanting to interact with her for most time of need

"Come on handsome, let me show you a good time" her tits were practically spilling in that outfit of her, and did her skirt even covered something?

"That shy mouse? Baby I will rock your world!"

"Have a nice day" You said sternly pointing at the door.

" Here if you change your mind" she let a paper in the counter and walked away.

You picked the paper, a number, and throw in the trash.

You should have teared it up.

Donna had picked up and now she wasn't talking to you at all. She avoided you and it was frustrating.

When she came to the front you grabbed her arm but she easyly got her arm out of your grip.

" We must keep a professional image in the shop, remember?" and just like that she got back to the nursery.

But she don't kiss you at all! Opening time, Lunch break, closing time, nothing!.

Stupid Cassandra, with her stupid crying and her stupid play.

Stupid you.

A week of that and you were ready to fist fight God for a kiss from your beloved botanist.

You were in the shop, clients coming and going, some fans buying something just to talk to you.

Five o'clock your torturer come out her hiding.

" Why dont you take a break I made some chamomile tea"

You nodded, you go to the kitchen bringing the cup at the front as you known how much she loathed dealing with people.

"So what do you say pretty girl, go out with me?" Some fucking bitch was flirting with your girlfriend that looked far to pleased with that.

" Well I have been a little neglected" you freeze at that...WHAT THE FUCK DONNA "but is a no, sorry"

" Oh well I try it" she was gone.

You were furious. But before you could get close to your girlfriend.

"Professional image, dolcezza" it's all she said before going back to the nursery.

You were fuming all the time. At the end of the day you looked at her.

"Do you mind if I walk you home?"

"It will be my pleasure, Tesoro"

The walk was silent one.

At the steps of her family home you looked at her, she just look back to you all innocent. Like she hadn't being neglecting you for a week.

She took a step to you.. And patted your shoulder with a hand full of dirt. You blinked at her audacity.

"See you tomorrow, dolcezza" with that she walked opening the door.

*Enough* you picked her up like sack of potatoes over your shoulder adrenaline and anger giving you strength, closing the door with your leg you make your way to her room, opening the door aggressively and throwing your little shit of girlfriend in the bed.

"Why are you being so rough? " She was pouting but you can see the mischievous shine in her eyes.

Without answering her question you kiss her with all the hunger you had been keeping inside. Freeing her hair out of her bun, you tore her shirt open, kissing her free skin hearing her soft sighs you bite her clothed breast while taking off her pants.

You move away to see her, smiling at her appearance, just a few minutes and she was already a mess, panting trying to catch her breath, tears in her eyes, her underwear exposed and her panties with a clear stain.

"Beautiful"

She blushes smiling at you. You are still mad so you grab her legs moving her to the border of the bed, quickly you kneel you have been starving and now you will devour her.

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"I'm sorry Cara mia is all I have"

Suddenly the only clothes that you girlfriend had clean are tank tops.

Of course.

Casually she forgot to cut her nails and now your back and shoulders are covered in scratch marks.

Of course.

There is a important exam that you need to present today if you don't want to fail the subject.

Of course.

And she is looking far to pleased with herself to be believed.

Little minx.

You have to walk all the way to school, with the marks in full exposure.

Of fucking course you ran in some familiar faces.

Cassandra.

"Damn, aunty's game is good" you grab her coffee and drink it all. Ignoring her.

Angie

"Gross" is all she said before running in the opposite direction.

Mia

"Nice" she hold her hand up and for some fucking reason you automatically high five her.

There was some time before the exam so you ran to your room...

WHERE ARE ALL YOUR CLOTHES?

Empty, every single drawer is empty. And Daniela room is locked, you could pick the lock but you are running out of time so again with your face burning you go to the classroom.

After the exam you go back to your room, Daniela is there.

"Can you lend me some clothes? Mine vanished"

She looked confused then red when she understood why you were like that and shyly answer you

"Sorry all dirty"

"Are you serious?!"

"Is not my fault that you choose to get freaky today!"

You looked at the clock, it was time to work.

After another walk of shame, you enter the flowershop.

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Every single client had a particular reaction to you appearance. You have been laughed, scoffed and nodded.

" Ah, problems with a misbehaving kitty?" the old man in front you laughed softly at you "here this cream work wonders for that injuries"

He scribbled the name of the medicine and give to you. You can hear the laughter of your girlfriend in the back, she was having a blast with all this.

"Thank you, sir"

"Is nothing dear, I remember when I was younger my beloved Jerry was a jealous and clingy kitty, always wanting to be with me, practically throwing himself at me, fighting with whoever took my attention away" he was smiling softly while moving his head and hands excitedly "it was a problem when I had to work, he don't like being alone that much so I make sure to let him know every night that I love him very much and that I will never leave his side.

It was a nice story that cat surely was a loved one.

"Hey what is taking you so much! We're going to be late!" another old man with more gray hair than the one I'm front of you said" hurry up!

The man in front you just laughed.

"See, so clingy" Wait what? " make sure to show your kitten love continously less they want to scratch you up" he blinked at you smiling at your red face" ah young love " he turned around" I'm coming Jerry!

" Wisdom of your elders never should be wasted" you flinched, she was too quiet when she wanted" you should treat your Kitten right.

"I'm gonna start by putting a damn bell on you" you said before grabbing her by her waist.

"What about the Professional image, dolcezza?" the smirk in her face was enough to know that she thought the same as you.

"To hell with it" you kissed her" I need to take good care of my sweet, clingy and jealous kitty.

[lurkingshan]

Some Highly Recommended Kdrama

My pal @troubled-mind asked me if I had any recommendations for good kdramas to watch, and my answer to that is: literally always. I put together this short list for them and decided to share in case anyone else is interested.

Parameters for this list: modern setting, strong focus on friendship dynamics, mix of genres, avoid university settings, no one-sided romantic pursuits, and no terribly sad endings

Be Melodramatic/Melo Is My Nature (Viki)

Fantastic friendship focused drama about a group of close friends who all move in together in the wake of personal crises. A healing drama that includes a couple love lines. And an out gay side character (still extremely rare for mainstream kdrama, unfortunately). This one will make you laugh and cry.

Happiness (Viki)

Pandemic zombies attack! Now I am not really a zombie person, but I absolutely love this show. It’s about a pair of working class besties who decide to get married in order to win a housing lottery (one of them may or not be hoping this fake marriage turns real), then immediately get caught in a lockdown with all their new neighbors when there’s a zombie virus outbreak. Shenanigans ensue! This is more action thriller than horror, and the two main characters are some of my all time favs. The writing, plotting, and pacing are tight as hell and it’s a rare perfect 10 for me on that front.

Coffee Prince (Viki)

MY BELOVED. This is an absolute classic genderbend kdrama that I’ve watched several times. The show that made Gong Yoo famous. An honest to goodness queer narrative about a chaebol who meets a girl pretending to be a boy for poverty reasons, falls in love, and has a bisexual awakening. This show was way ahead of its time even if it doesn’t use our modern language (you will not hear the words trans, non-binary or bi/pansexual but trust me, they’re there). Also features a fun friend group who all work together at the coffee shop. I try to make everyone watch this one, and recently got @bengiyo and @kyr-kun-chan to watch and validate my read of the story, and they enjoyed it a lot despite the messy hets. Be warned though that this drama is old old, so you’ll need to adjust to the visuals.

Fight for My Way (Viki)

My all time favorite friends to lovers drama, this is a coming of age tale of two best friends and their long journey to getting on the same page about romance. Their dynamic is fantastic and the story is mostly set in their early adulthood as they try to establish themselves in careers and make sense of their bond as adults. Also features their close friends who form a fun little group with them. And Park Seo Joon, a god among drama actors.

Hospital Playlist (Netflix)

If you want excellent friendship dynamics, look no further. This show is all about a group of five friends who met in college and have stuck together for over two decades and all of life’s ups and downs. The story begins when they find themselves all working in the same hospital for the first time since med school and decide to restart their old band. Yes, there will be singing, and no, you don’t have to cover your ears - the cast is stacked with South Korea’s best musical theater talent. This drama is slice of life and takes us through a couple years with them as they reforge their bonds and each deal with their own family baggage and love lives.

Misaeng (Netflix)

My all time favorite workplace drama that has the unique distinction of being the only show to ever make me literally burst into happy tears. No romance in this one. Story centers on a former baduk prodigy (think if Reply 1988 Taek stalled out instead of becoming a master) who attempts to enter the workforce with no discernible skills. He bumbles and fumbles and alternately competes with and bonds with his fellow interns, and forms a deep and lasting relationship with his mentor. When I tell you this show is a master class in writing to create emotional stakes, phew! How else can you explain me getting deep in my feelings over the success or failure of an import/export company?

My Mister (Netflix or Viki)

This one is a bit darker, as it deals with themes of intergenerational trauma, abuse, poverty, depression, and general ennui. Not a romance, this drama focuses on the strange and unexpected bond that forms between a middle aged man and a younger woman working on his team. They meet at an important inflection point in both their lives and forge a friendship that changes them both. Really moving and utterly beautiful, with an ending that will make you feel happy to be alive.

Extraordinary You (Viki)

Time for a change up! This is a fantasy show in which the main character becomes self aware and realizes she is a side character in a manwha. Technically set in a school (inside the manwha) but not actually about that. She bonds with another side character who is self aware, and the two of them start working to change the story so that they can break free (and fall in love while doing it, naturally). The concept of this one is just so cool and they do a lot of interesting things with it, plus the visuals are stunning.

The Uncanny Counter (Netflix)

Because I know you liked Oh No! Here Comes Trouble, I’m adding this one about a kid who discovers he has superpowers and teams up with a little found family of grim reapers to fight evil. The family unit is great and there’s lots of good stuff in their various relationships with each other. This one is a lot of fun but also touches on the characters’ sad backstories and family lives.

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo (Viki)

You said to avoid university settings but I’m adding this one in case you want to give a classic college romance a try. My fav in that category, it’s a sports romance between a weightlifter and a swimmer who used to be childhood friends and reconnect in college while they’re struggling with performance issues, body image, and romance. It’s a friends to lovers slow burn and they are utterly adorable.

If you like any of these, let me know and I can give you more recs!! Y’all can hit me up anytime, getting other people to watch my fav shows is one of my number one joys in life.

[haeryna]

OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

[betterbooktitles]

The first time I ever saw someone answer a cell phone in a movie theater was in the middle of a midnight screening of Mel Gibson’s The Passion Of The Christ. A blood-drenched Jim Caviezel was being whipped when I heard “Hello? Yeah, what’s good? I’m in the movie.” My stomach started to bounce as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a laugh. My friend Jeremy elbowed me to either egg me on or stop me, knowing the laughter would catch on with the rest of our group: ten other Saint Ignatius High School students who chose to go on an “Urban Immersion” retreat our senior year.

I saw Mr. Grady’s tear-stained face turn in the darkness. He was sitting a row in front of us, and he appeared to be livid. He let out a sharp “shhh!” then looked over to let us know he’d do far worse if we did anything further to disrupt his viewing experience. Disciplinary actions would be taken if we giggled again. Our trip would be cut short. A teacher threatening to send us all home to our parents that week, however, would have been welcomed.

Most Ignatius students went on “Kairos” retreats (Greek: “God’s Time”) that featured three days of camping and praying, followed by a “witness” portion where students arrived back on campus to share, at the center of St. Mary’s chapel, what they’d learned during their period of reflection. Typically, they said “I love you, Dad!” while fighting back tears before running back to their pews. They also wrote letters about their newfound or newly confirmed love of Jesus Christ. I received one of these letters from my best friend who was a year ahead of me. His words moved and excited me. I anticipated my trip all year.

The students in the movie theater with me that night, however, had all signed up for a retreat in which we spent the week living as if on the streets of inner-city Cleveland. The Urban Immersion retreat was four days of sleeping in a church basement, living off the equivalent of food stamps (about $5 a day for groups of four), and eating the rest of our meals at shelters where we also volunteered our time. There was also a “scared straight” period where we sat in a circle of folding chairs at the 2100 men’s shelter my friend Luke’s dad ran and listened to grown men scream about how “crack does not discriminate!” 

Also, we got to see The Passion of The Christ opening night.

Perhaps you read about the record-setting earnings this movie made the week it premiered. The first $125 million was thanks to big groups like ours attending. Also thanks to the guy who had to answer his phone while the Romans killed Christ. I’m not sure how we as mock-poor kids on our immersion trip were supposed to be able to afford the movie ourselves in keeping with the rules, but the timing seemed right, so our teachers took us.

Read the rest here.

[bee-named-alex]

OMG. ok so IWTV s2 ep8... Finished it like two minutes ago so here are my thoughts. SPOILERS.

Yeah no there's no way I can wait for like two years for the next season. No fucking way.

This episode was amazing. I don't want to say masterpiece (because I'm sure there are flaws that I'm just not observant enough to see) but it is for sure the word I'm thinking.

Lemme try and go somewhat chronologically.

The start, heartbreaking, the speech "the suit changes nothing" oh my hell. The rocks that's fucked no thank you. Armand saving Louis "again" and Louis not even wanting to be alive. The way he talks about it "My rage was denied, my rage killed..." like he was out of his body and acting on autopilot (like he seems to do a lot actually)

His burning down the theater and killing of Santiago filled me with so much joy. They very much deserved it and omg he got them. He was like an angel of revenge (and he looked angelic too, sorry, no I cannpt be normal, he was gorgeous)

Armand's "I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you" and Louis' "You can't" and yes he cannot but he will try (by erasing your memories i guess lol)

Meeting with Lestat in Magnus' lair hurt. "Here's your death" and the kiss (after not even wanting to be with armand really and just doing it to hurt lestat) and the speech after and we're basically threatning him with loneliness again and it's just so... no words really. Hurtful and tragic for Lestat (especially since he was the one to save him like that's fuckeddd)

Dubai. "That's the end of it" halfway through the episode and their weird happiness like it was obvious something was gonna get fucked and I'm glad it did.

Investigative journalist Daniel Molloy using his powers for good aka making these two vamipires divorce (which he almost did 50 years ago but this time it's on purpose). Love him.

I love how he eases Louis with the little stuff, the discrepancies (that were in the show on purpose they make no mistakes yay), and how with every second Louis doubts everything more and more and how with every second Armand's eyes show a little more fear.

Lestat actually being the one to save Louis wasn't totally unexpected but tbh Armand kinda had me fooled. Not in this really but like I thought he was a passive participant of the trial like he just didn't intervene and not that he was the fucking director??

And now I'm not sure if he just didn't love Louis as much as we thought or if he was actually that much of a coward. Probably the second one tho, given how much he did to secure Louis' love (gaslight, lie, change memories... you know totally normal stuff) and how afraid he is to be losing it now.

Louis fucking Armand up even if it's just a little is great, I have been waiting for it. Go away Armand and think about what you did. (I love you so much but nope rn you're not staying)

And then Louis goes to New Orleans and meets Lestat at his lowest and omg my heart hurts (thank god for "siri pause" it made me laugh)

And their conversation about Louis' turning and Claudia and San Francisco and the hurt and the tears and the little voice cracks and there I was crying too. With every word I wanted to push them together so that they would fucking hug and then they finally did and I know they'll be alright (as alright as one can be in this situation)

Then the tv thing gave me fucking whiplash like lmao. Fictional memoir my ass. Don't you disrespect my boy Daniel like that. Speaking of, Daniel has been turned. OMFG? Like I knew he would eventually and I knew it would be Armand but I didn't expect it now??? And we didn't see it but fingers crossed we get it later.

And there must be something more to it, Armand with his disgust wouldn't turn him just out of anger, so there must've been another reason (Devil's minion or maybe to save his life idk)

Louis in his tower alone (? Lestat is getting ready for tour I hope) and he knows that they are after him. But he owns the night. Powerful shit. He might have a death wish also idk.

I just. Am done. This was something else and there was a lot of it and my mind is still spinning a little.

Everyone who worked on this show deserves the world and the actors even more so and I need the next season like yesterday.

[thes0lstice]

Car Accident (Jaime Reyes x reader)

Warnings: car accident, mentions blood, maybe some gore, angst, slight swearing

Summary: After getting into a bad car accident, (Y/N) is stuck in the hospital and Jaime talks to her while she’s asleep. But unknown to Jaime, (Y/N) hears everything he says.

(Y/N) POV

“Yes, Jaime, I will be there soon. I’m just 10 minutes away. Tell Bart that he needs to be patient just a little longer.” I said, talking to Jaime over the phone while I drove towards the movie theater. Jaime, Bart, Cassie, and I were going to watch a new movie that just came out together. I pulled to a stop at a red light as I glanced at the clock. ‘Hm. I still have 20 minutes till the movie starts. I’ll get there in time.’

“You know how hard it is for Bart to be patient and sit still. It’s like trying to make the Joker turn good.” Jaime replied, chuckling. I laughed too as the light turned green.

“Yeah. It’s pretty impossible. But I’ll be—“ I didn’t get to finish as I was slammed into and everything went black.

Jaime POV

“Yeah. It’s pretty impossible. But I’ll be—“ I didn’t hear (Y/N) finish as the sound of tires screeching and metal hitting metal was loud in my ear.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Hello? (Y/N)! Answer me! What happened?” I yelled frantically into the phone.

“Jaime? What’s wrong?” Cassie asked. I turned to her and Bart with a worried look on my face.

“I think (Y/N) was just in a car accident.” I said. I could feel my face paling.

“Are you sure?” Bart asked worriedly.

“She was talking then went silent. All I could hear was tires screeching and metal hitting metal.” I explained.

“Come on. Let’s go check it out.” Cassie waved. I looked up (Y/N)’s last location and we ran there. We quickly reached it and gasped at the sight. Parts of a car was all over the road and a truck with a wrecked front was in the middle of the road. There were multiple ambulances, police cars, and a few fire trucks at the scene. “Oh my god.” Cassie suddenly gasped.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically. Cassie didn’t answer and only pointed at something. Bart and I followed where she was pointing and our faces paled. (Y/N)’s car was further down the street, completely totaled. The side of her car had a massive dent in it, showing something big and heavy had slammed into the side of her car.

“Jaime Reyes, you must find (Y/N). She is injured.” Khaji Da told me. I nodded to myself and quickly ducked under the police tape, running over to an ambulance as a girl was loaded into the ambulance on a gurney.

“Is (Y/N) here? Is she okay?” I asked one of the paramedics.

“Do you know the girl?” The paramedic asked me.

“Yeah, she’s my friend. Is she alright?” I asked worriedly.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) has several injuries. We’re transporting her to the nearest hospital.” The paramedic explained. “None of her family is here so I have to ask that you ride in the ambulance with her to the hospital.”

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded. I quickly got into the back of the ambulance with (Y/N) and sat beside the gurney she laid on. I hesitantly held her hand as I stared at her. She had several cuts on her face and she was bleeding in several places. Her right leg was bending weirdly in multiple places and I could see that her collarbone wasn’t in the correct place. “Oh, (Y/N).” I sighed, placing my head down on the side of the gurney.

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I picked my head up from where it was resting on my crossed arms on (Y/N)’s bed as she laid asleep in her hospital bed. Her leg was in a cast and her collarbone is in a sling after being relocated. The cuts on her face are cleaned and the deeper ones have stitches on them. I sighed as I picked up (Y/N)’s hand and held it.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). If I hadn’t convinced you to go to the movies with Bart, Cassie, and me then this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t be stuck in a coma in the hospital weeks after being in a car accident. This is all my fault.” I rambled quietly, gripping her hand harder as tears flowed down my cheeks. “I’m so scared you’ll never wake up. I’m scared I’ll never get to see your bright smile again or hear your amazing laugh. I’m scared I’ll never get to listen to you talk about your day or something that interested you again. I’m so scared I’ll never get to tell you that I love you.” I sobbed.

(Y/N) POV

Darkness was the only thing that I could see. I couldn’t feel or see anything. Until I could. The first thing I felt was a strong grip on my hand. The next thing I felt was searing pain from my chest and my leg. My head hurt like hell too. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t obey, choosing to stay shut. I listened around the room and could hear someone breathing beside me.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). If I hadn’t convinced you to go to the movies with Bart, Cassie, and me then this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t be stuck in a coma in the hospital weeks after being in a car accident. This is all my fault.” Jaime rambled quietly. I could hear a shake to his voice that told me he was crying. “I’m so scared you’ll never wake up again. I’m scared I’ll never get to see your bright smile again or hear your amazing laugh. I’m scared I’ll never get to listen to you talk about your day or something that interested you again. I’m so scared I’ll never get to tell you that I love you.” He sobbed. My heart skipped several beats and it showed as my heart monitor beeped weirdly. “(Y/N)?” Jaime questioned shakily.

I fought to open my eyes and they slowly fluttered open. I groaned as the bright lights of the hospital blinded me. I felt Jaime let go of my hand before the lights were lowered and I could actually see. Jaime came back and grabbed my hand again, holding it tightly.

“Jaime? How long have I been out?” I croaked, my throat being sore from not being used.

“Uh, a few weeks.” Jaime mumbled as he handed my the glass of water from the table beside the bed. He helped me take a few sips from it before putting it back on the table.

“What happened?” I asked. Jaime swallowed thickly as he stared down at our hands.

“You were on your way to the theaters. Bart, Cassie, and I were already there waiting on you. I was on the phone with you when it happened. You were talking one minute then went silent the next. All I could hear was tires screeching and metal hitting metal.” Jaime explained, gripping my hand tighter. “We later got the full story from witnesses. A bank had been robbed and the burglars were escaping in a truck with the cash. They weren’t paying attention and ran the red light when you were crossing the intersection. Crashed right into you and totaled your car. You went unconscious on impact.”

“Jaime….” I mumbled, gripping his hand back as he told me what happened.

“It was bad, (Y/N). You were bleeding in several places and your leg was broken in 4 spots. Your collarbone was dislocated too. I was with you in the hospital for a while until I was kicked out when visitor hours were over. Bart and Cassie dragged me home and my mother forced me to eat and shower. After I found out who was responsible for the accident, Scarab almost took over. If it wasn’t for Bart and Cassie, I would’ve hunted down the burglars. Thankfully, they talked me out of it.” Jaime explained.

“It must’ve been hard for you.” I mumbled. I took my hand away from his and brought it up to his face, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with my thumb. Jaime sighed as he leaned into my touch.

“It was hard seeing you like that. So hurt and in pain.” Jaime mumbled back. It was silent for a few minutes before I broke it.

“It wasn’t your fault, Jaime.” I told him.

“What?” He asked, a confused look on his face.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I repeated. “Just because I agreed to go to the movies with you, Bart, and Cassie and got into an accident, doesn’t mean it’s your fault. It could’ve happened to anyone. It’s really the burglars fault. If they hadn’t robbed the bank and ran the light, I wouldn’t have gotten hit. It’s not your fault, Jaime.”

“Y-you heard me?” Jaime asked, cheeks going red.

“Every word.” I nodded, cracking a smile.

“Even when I said I love you?” Jaime questioned nervously.

“I heard it.” I confirmed. Jaime groaned as he buried his head in his hands. “Is it true though?”

“What?” Jaime mumbled.

“Is it true? Do you really love me?” I asked, looking away from him while biting my lip. I felt a hand cup my face before i was gently, but a bit forcefully, turned to face Jaime. He stared at me seriously but I could see he was nervous.

“It’s true. I really do love you.” Jaime mumbled. I smiled at him as we stared into each others eyes.

“I love you too.” I mumbled back. We glanced at each others lips before leaning in and meeting in the middle. The kiss was soft but passionate, our feelings being showed through the kiss. All too soon we had to pull away for air. We panted as we gazed at each other. “Who knew all I had to do was nearly die for us to confess to each other.” I joked, laughing softly.

“Shut up.” Jaime said, pulling me back in for another kiss

[shiny-jr]

Ooooh! Shiny have you seen Transformers One yet? I got the chance late Monday night, and had the entire theater to myself and my brother. Nerd out. Wonderful animation, story and gasping. I wasn't into Transformers but I am now

I'm about to say it... I didn't enjoy Transformers One as much as I hoped I would. I've seen better. HOLD ON, put down the tomatoes, I know how it sounds, let me explain. Shiny rants time.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was distracted because I managed to sneak in a whole steak with two sides and a bag of bread to watch the movie, I'll say that. I will also say that animation is stunning, as is the world building which is simply fascinating because not many fans (especially those who've only seen the movies) know or have seen much of Cybertron. The look was gorgeous.

There's two major reasons I could name that might've ruined the experience for me, sort of three maybe. Firstly, as a Transformers fan, I already knew what becomes of Megatron and Optimus, which made the build up sort of meh when I knew what would happen in the end. However, I can see how it would be shocking for the few who don't know that Megatron and Optimus are mortal enemies.

Two, a lot of the side characters did not get the action or dialogue they deserved. I am a huge Bumblebee fan, but he was just kind of annoying in the movie and not in an endearing way, so it made it really hard to like him. Elita had her moments which made me appreciate her too, but it just wasn't good enough, you know? Finally, how dare they reduce Shockwave and Soundwave to a joke? I'll forgive it, because maybe it's pre-trauma and pre-certain-events, but those two can be pretty terrifying, especially Shockwave. He's a cold hard killer, that one. Overall, a lot of the spoken humor really fell flat for me. The funniest parts were the silent moments, such as when a character ran away (B on the train and Orion in the archive).

Something I can appreciate, however, is the topics that can potentially draw comparisons to our reality. The conversation of government control and the dangers of anarchism, classism and potentially racism(?) as in those with cogs and those without cogs. At least, these are the topics I drew from it. But hey, what do I know?

Overall, Transformers One is a good movie, but not a great one. It was real, it was fun, but not real fun.

I will throw in my two cents here, I believe The Wild Robot is THE bot movie of the year, not Transformers One. I have been obsessed with it since watching it. It far exceeded my expectations, and I've been thinking of it everyday.

I won't yap for much longer, especially since I'm getting off topic. Just a bit longer.

If The Wild Robot doesn't win animated movie of the year, I think I will genuinely be upset because it is just so so close to perfection. I don't believe y'all understand how harshly I judge movies. The only other movie that comes to mind on this level of perfection as this one or greater, is Puss In Boots: The Last Wish.

I am so so so glad I decided to see The Wild Robot in theaters. Let me tell you, I do not cry. I pride myself in being calm and composed, but this movie, god, it had me tearing up multiples times and feeling chills. If y'all haven't watched it, I HIGHLY recommend it. I compelled a mutual to watch it and they ugly cried :))

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 16

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"Oh my God, Val. Can you please stop?" Marina says, hitting my leg.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Good. Maybe now you will stop shaking it like crazy."

"I'm sorry" I sigh. "But I'm too nervous. What if he breaks up with me because of this?"

"He won't break up with you because of a stupid kiss. He loves you."

"I'm not so sure anymore."

"Val, he does. So stop worrying and enjoy the game."

"I don't want to enjoy a Barça game. I feel dirty enough already by being here wanting one of their players to do good" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You are so dramatic" Marina laughs. "Oh, look, they are coming!" 

For today's game Pedri got us seats that are closer to the bench than usual, his excuse being that this way we will see them lift the trophy properly. Though he had been changing them and moving us around the stadium since my incident, not wanting people to easily spot me and talk even more.

"He is looking this way! Say hello, Val!" Marina says, waving towards Pedri. He waves back, and then…

"He ignored me."

"What? No! De Jong called him, he didn't have time to say anything."

"He could have smiled or something. But he didn't. He hates me."

"Val, stop it."

"I'm leaving" I say, getting up from my seat.

"You are not" Marina replies, grabbing me by the arm and making me sit down again. "You are staying and watching the game. What if he scores and you aren't here to watch it and see him dedicate it to you?"

"He won't."

"I seriously hate you when you are like this, Val."

"Then that makes two, you and Pedri. Now if you'll excuse me" I say, getting up again and leaving. 

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"Miss, are you ok?" a steward says. 

"Yes, yes. Sorry" I reply, trying to wipe away my tears. I've spent the first half kind of hiding in the bathroom, but now that everyone has come there for the halftime, I'm just walking around not knowing where to go.

"Do you need me to accompany you back to your seat?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you" I smile. Or try to.

"Are you sure you are ok?" he asks with a concerned look.

"Yes, I just…"

"I hope he is ok. When they hit their heads it is so scary…"

"Totally. And he was bleeding so much... Poor Pepi."

"Sorry for bothering you, but what happened to Pedri?" I ask the two girls who are walking past me, both of them wearing his shirt. “I was in the bathroom and missed it.”

"He got hit on a corner and they had to replace him" one of them says.

"And he was bleeding?"

"Yes. It was horrible."

"Do you know if they took him to the hospital or something?" 

"No, sorry" she shrugs before walking away.

"He's still here, he hasn't left" the steward says. "He got hit on the eyebrow and you know how messy that gets."

"So nothing serious?"

"Nothing, don't worry" he smiles. "And sorry if this sounds like I'm being a bit nosy, but you are the girl Ferran helped, aren't you?"

"I am, yes" I sigh.

"I knew your face looked familiar" the steward says. "Why aren't you watching the game?"

"It is… complicated. But could I ask you for a favour?"

"Of course."

"Could you take me to wherever Pedri is? If I text him he may not see it because he probably doesn't have his phone with him, and I want to make sure he is ok" I say, trying to look like a lost puppy. Is it working? I don't know.

"Yes, sure" he says. "Follow me." 

Oh shit, it worked. It worked! Looks like my year of theater classes is finally paying off.

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"Can I come in?" I say after knocking on the door.

"Val? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on you. How are you?"

"Been better, to be honest."

"Yes, umm…"

"Aren't you coming in?" Pedri asks.

"Do you want me to?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckles.

"I don't know. Maybe because you hate me?" 

"Why would I hate you, Val?"

"Because Ferran kissed me and I didn't tell you."

"But you were going to tell me today, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then come in. I could do with some cuddles right now."

"What if the doctor comes back?"

"He won't mind, you are my girlfriend."

"Am I?"

"Val, come here" Pedri says, extending his arm towards me.

"Am I or not?" I ask, not moving from the door.

"What?"

"Am I your girlfriend or not?" I repeat.

"Yes, Val. You are my girlfriend. Now come here and cuddle with me."

"Ok" I say, closing the door behind me but still not moving.

"Dear lord, Valeria. Now what?" he says, rolling his eyes. 

"If I still am your girlfriend and you don't hate me, why didn't you wave at me or smile before the game started?"

"What?" 

"I saw you wave at Marina, but then you ignored me."

"I didn't ignore you. Frenkie told me that it smelled as if someone had farted and then I didn't have time."

"What?" I laugh.

"Yeah, I don't know" he shrugs. "Fuck."

"Careful" I say, walking towards the stretcher where he is lying. "What happened?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"I… I left. I couldn't stay and watch you play as if nothing was happening."

"And where did you go?"

"The bathroom. Then during halftime I heard some girls talk about you being injured, and a steward who recognised me from… you know, brought me here."

"Val, I'm sorry" Pedri says, taking my hand on his.

"I am the one who should be apologizing, not you. You've done nothing wrong."

"What? You are the one who has done nothing wrong."

"Ferran kissed me."

"Exactly. He kissed you. You didn't kiss him."

"But I didn't tell you."

"You didn't have time" he says. "And then when you did tell me, I was angry with Ferran and made you pay for it when it wasn't your fault, it was all his. And since then you've definitely spent too much time inside that pretty head of yours."

"Just a bit."

"Yes, just a bit" he laughs. "Val, listen. There is something I've wanted to tell you for a while but never found the right moment. And this may not be it either, but I have to tell you that I…"

"Oh, you've got company" someone says from the door.

"I do, yes" Pedri says, giving the doctor a look I don't understand.

"And I know you! You are the girl from el clásico, Ferran's girlfriend!"

"I actually am Pedri's girlfriend. Ferran is just a friend" I say, giving his hand a little squeeze and making him smile.

"My bad" the doctor chuckles. "Anyway, how are we feeling? Have you stopped seeing double?" 

"I have" Pedri says.

"Good. I'll check again if you've also stopped bleeding and then you can go back to the pitch if you want. I'll ask them to bring you some clean clothes."

"How much is left of the game?"

"Like 30 minutes."

"Is it ok if we stay here until the end? I don't want to have all eyes on me, I want to relax for a little bit if that's ok."

"Of course, of course" the doctor says. "I will be leaving you in good hands, won't I?"

"The best" Pedri says, looking at me.

"Then let's check that eyebrow."

"Let's hope it can go back to being perfect. You know how much I love them" I tease him.

"Will you break up with me if I have uneven eyebrows?" he pouts.

"It definitely is a deal-breaker" the doctor chuckles.

"Poor me."

"Yes, poor Pepi" I laugh, not letting go of his hand while the doctor checks him, our eyes locked on the other the whole time, a stupid smile on our faces. Everything is fine. We are fine.

[thatgenericwriter]

The Ying to my Yang

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x fem! reader

Summary: This takes place during season 3 episode 16 when Ying takes Shawn's mom hostage but instead of his mom its the reader.

Warnings: None

(Y/N) Pov

I just went to use the bathroom! That's it! Now I'm in a car with a bomb in my hands and tape over my mouth!

Santa Barbara's most wanted serial killer is in the car next to me with my life literally in the palm of her hand.

God I just hope that Shawn is close.

.....

Shawn's Pov

'God I'm so stupid! Why did I ever let her out of my sight!'

"It's gonna be fine Shawn, we will find her." Gus tries to reassure me.

"Yeah but what if we don't Gus! I can't lose her! I just can't!" I take the palms of my hands and press on my eyes trying to hold back my tears.

"Spencer! You need to get in here!" I hear Lassiter call from the bathroom. Quickly standing up, I practically run the the bathroom.

On the mirror is written 'YOU SHOULD BE MOVING AS MOST PEOPLE DO, BUT INSTEAD YOU SIT AND ENJOY THE VU... P.S. (Y/N) SAYS HI AND BYE JUST IN CASE'

"Why did he spell 'view' like 'Vu'?" Lassiter ask.

Gus clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I got it! Brendan Vu. From the spelling bee!"

'Vu.. Vu.. Vu.. Why does that sound so familiar?'

"Good guess!" I tell Gus, "but its just a misdirect! I know exactly where he wants us to go!"

.....

Lil timeskip

At the Vu drive-in theater

(Y/N) Pov

I can hear people yelling at someone to get off of their cars. Only one person I know would jump on a random car and have no shame. Shawn.

'Thank the gods!'

I hear his footsteps running up to the car. I see him squat down to the window out of the corner of my eye. My tears making him blurry.

"Hey, hey I'm here. Okay? I'm here, and I'm not going to let him hurt you. Got that?" His comforting tone makes the tears stop coming.

"See. There you go." He looks around and I know he has found the decoy laser. I see him signal to someone to get down and then turn back to me.

"I'm going to take this off now. Okay?" Leaning into the car, he gently tears the tape off of my mouth.

I try to say his name, but it comes out as a whimper.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here now." He says as he gently cups my face. Wiping away some of the dried tears.

"Shawn," I say clearer this time, "I'm strapped." His face drops as I look into the popcorn bucket that sits in my lap. The red blinking light of the bomb visible through the kernels.

I see him turn to the person on the ground by the car. "She's strapped, dad." I can hear Mr. Spencer cuss and I turn my head to look at Shawn.

"Shawn. She's in the car next to me." I nod my head to the side a little. He looks at her and then back at me. Cupping my face once more before he stands up and walks over to the car.

I see him walk over and get in her car. They start talking and I can see her hold something infront of him. 'It must be what sets off the bomb.'

After talking for a few minutes, Shawn opens the door and shakily gets out with his hand up. He has the box.

"Clear!" He shouts to the police officers. A few seconds later someone opens my door and grabs the popcorn bucket out of my hands.

As soon as it's out of my hands, I'm being pulled out of the car and into someone's arms. Knowing it can only be one person, I hug back instantly. I start to cry tears of relief onto his shoulder.

"I am never letting you out of my sight again." His voice is muffled by my hair, but I understand.

"That won't matter. I'm never leaving your side again." I say as I raise my head from his shoulder to meet his eyes.

I stand on my tiptoes smashing my lips onto his. Trying to show all of my love for him through the kiss. He stood there for a second in shock before kissing me back just as hard. The past hour long forgotten. All that mattered was me and Shawn.

Eventually we had to break for air, and the circumstances of the situation hit both of us again. The medics put a shock blanket around me and led me to a little bench and telling me to take it easy.

Shawn sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I put my head on his shoulder in response knowing that I would be safe as long as I'm in his arms.

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Author note: This is my first fanfic I have ever written and I couldn't have done it without @chaotic-writer-11. They have helped me so much. From editing to writing parts of the kiss scene. I am very grateful for them and I hope you enjoyed the fic!

[the-blue-fairie]

I saw Frozen in theaters today as part of the Disney100 Special Engagement.

One of my deepest regrets is that I never saw Frozen in theaters when it came out. I know that must sound really silly when put alongside my other regrets (like, you're going to put not seeing a Disney film in theaters alongside being in the closet for years?) but... that film changed me.

And again, I know, that's what everybody says. And I can imagine people easily saying to me, "Oh, the incredibly popular Disney film that became a Phenomenon had an emotional impact on you? Get in line. Oh, Elsa/the Let it Go sequence was part of your queer awakening? You and scores of other people, that's not as special as all that."

But it's special to me. Even if scores of people have profound emotional connections to this film, even if scores of people felt their own queerness reflected in Let it Go, everyone's personal experiences are uniquely resonant to them and special. And sure, it might sound more than a little silly/cringe to say that my egg was able to crack because of connections I made with trans Frozen fans I met online a decade ago, but... it's the truth.

I didn't see it in theaters. I was recently out of high school, I was too good for Disney films, too "adult" for them, and I skipped over the film. But since it DID become a phenomenon, I made sure to check it out the moment it came to home media and... to say that the characters and plot resonated with me would be an understatement. The prologue hit me like a truck. The complicated, beautiful, heartbreaking bond between the sisters resonated deeply. Anna's desperation for human connection in the face of isolation hit me hard. Elsa's being conditioned to fear herself, her wanting to reach out but dreading the consequences, her constantly putting others' needs above her own to the point of self-abnegation culminating in the moment that finally breaks and we get one of the most exultant sequences I've ever seen. (Yes, I'm gushing over a sequence so universally beloved that people got sick of it, sue me.) And, God, I still see so much of myself in both sisters. And, obviously, some reflection of myself in a queer reading of Elsa.

I dove headlong into the fandom and it was through connections I made there that I was able to process who I was. I've met friends and loved ones through this film, and for that, I am so grateful.

I've always regretted I never saw Frozen in theaters and was so glad to have the opportunity today.

The screening had a running commentary from the kids behind me. :D There was a little girl dressed as Elsa just ahead of me. Judging by their ages, this was their first time seeing the film in theaters as well, and I'm happy they got that chance.

I teared up during Do You Want to Build a Snowman and For the First Time in Forever. I think FtFTiF was the moment it fully hit, "Oh my gosh, I'm really getting the chance to watch this on the big screen."

I love Moana and Encanto dearly, but of all the Disney films that came out this past decade, Frozen is the one that means the most to me.

I love this film so much.

Thank you, Frozen.

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