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sirfrogsworth · 2 months ago

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Early voting to beat the lines... the best-laid schemes of mice and men often go awry.

So... yesterday was quite the day.

After being stuck in bed for the past 6 weeks with some mystery slump, I was finally feeling better. So I decided I would try to cram as many errands into my day as possible. That works better for me when I drive out into the world because I end up only having to do one big recovery instead of a bunch of little recoveries.

My to-do list...

Go to the doctor

Vote early

Return oxygen machine to FedEx store for scammy eBay guy

Return Amazon package to the UPS store

Get gasoline for my whip

Go to Discount Tire to get my tires filled for free

Drop a check off for my lawn guy

Mail a secret package to Katrina at the US Post Office

It would have been nice if I could have gone to just one shipping place instead of all three, but the universe has a sense of humor and likes to do shit like that to me on a regular basis.

So, I get my checkup, it goes quick, no long wait, I'm feeling good.

As I get in my car, it starts to rain. It was an ugly day and it actually has not stopped raining to this very moment a day later. Just gray, windy, chilly, and wet. I look up the voting place and start the GPS.

Wipers and music on full blast, it's time to get my vote on.

When I reach my destination, I realize early voting is at some kind of private golf club. And at the center is a recreation center—which is a public building.

So it's like this private/public turducken situation.

I was expecting this errand to take 20 minutes. Because early voting always seemed like a way to get in before the crowds of election day for a more convenient voting experience.

But the parking lot was packed and I feared my expectations were about to be subverted.

As I walk through the parking lot I see a bunch of signs in the ground.

And a particular one caught my eye.

This is bullshit.

Like, just a straight up lie. No truth to it whatsoever.

Amendment 3 in Missouri basically restores abortion rights in the state. And Republicans have taken issue with the following language...

"The Government shall not deny or infringe upon a person's fundamental right to reproductive freedom, which is the right to make and carry out decisions about all matters relating to reproductive health care, including but not limited to prenatal care, childbirth, postpartum care, birth control, abortion care, miscarriage care, and respectful birthing conditions."

They claim the phrasing "but not limited to" means you can give an 8-year-old kid "sex change surgery."

This is how their online flyer puts it...

It could also include a free puppy.

Or a zillion bucks.

Or a clown will come to your house after the abortion and honk your nose.

It's ridiculous and desperate. I honestly don't know how it is legal for them to put a lie like that outside of a polling location, but here we are.

The organization "Missouri Stands with Women" is run by... a man.

It was set up by a lawyer named "Edward Greim" on behalf of the Federalist Society.

His law firm has a lovely biography about him. And a bunch of publicly available contact information. I say that for no reason whatsoever.

The Federalist Society funds all kinds of shit like this. Their main thing is installing conservative judges all over the country who will reinterpret or negate legislation. And they do it all to "stand with women" by taking away their reproductive rights.

Here is the board of directors of the Federalist Society.

Ya know, before I looked this up, I said to myself, "I bet it's going to be a sausage fest." I am psychic.

I think it would be more accurate to say they stand with A woman.

Just one.

And she sucks.

Nicole is a law professor at Notre Dame. She chose her Catholicism over her right to choose. The Catholic Church will fuck your rights and your children and Nicole will help them do it.

Anyway... back to my quick and easy voting experience...

So as I'm walking in to vote I keep passing a ton of these awful signs. I notice an older woman standing next to the aforementioned "child sex change" sign and she says, "Can I talk to you about Amendment 3?"

At this point, I'm pretty angry. I look her dead in the eyes and say with my most assholish tone, "NO." as I walk past her.

And then she finishes her sentence...

"...to protect the reproductive rights of women."

Ah, dammit.

I thought she was an old Karen but she was cool as heck. Standing out in the rain telling people the sign is bullshit. I wanted to turn around and apologize but I was stuck in full social anxiety mode so I just kept walking.

If that old lady happens to have a Tumblr and follows me and is willing to read this giant story... I just want to say I am sorry. I thought you were awful and I should have let you finish your sentence. You're super cool and I'm happy there are folks like you fighting for what is right.

I get inside and a young woman greets me. She tells me the line is in the next room and points. I still wasn't quite sure what the situation was. The parking lot being full gave me pause, but I was still hopeful I could have a swift early voting experience.

But I walk through the doors and into a huge gymnasium and my heart sinks.

It's hard to represent in pictures how long this line is.

It goes all the way to the end of the gym, loops around, and comes back. At first I was not too discouraged, because there was a nice gentle ramp at the start of the line.

But then I notice several sets of stairs at different stages of the line. And I'm just thinking how hard it would be to stand in this line and then also having to go up and down several sets of stairs.

So I go back to the young woman working there and ask what their accessible voting options are. And she told me I could do curbside voting and points outside. I then notice a line of cars wrapped around the parking lot. I don't know how I didn't see them walking in, but I guess I was too busy being a jerk to elderly progressive women.

My biggest concern was time.

The longer this takes, the more energy I use up, the longer my eventual recovery will be.

They tell me the car option is the slowest. And I could be in line for 2 to 3 hours. And then an old man who seemed to be in charge walks over and tells me the fastest option is to stand in line.

So I walk back out to my car and grab my cane and decide to try the long serpentine gynasium line.

I start walking up the ramp and some of the other folks see how slow and labored I'm walking and they start encouraging me. "You can do it! You got this!" Which I suppose was meant to be a positive helpful thing. But I found it to be embarrassing.

I get to the end of the line and notice most of the line has bleachers directly next to it. So I decide to sit down and rest and figure out how I am going to survive this experience.

It took me a while to recover from the long walk to this spot. I watched a bunch of people pass me by and the line was actually getting much longer as I rested. I was not really sure what to do. I was trying to problem-solve this situation but the answer that kept popping up in my mind was just... "go home."

But I felt this was too important and that wasn't really an option.

My best idea was to ask someone if they would hold my spot in line. Perhaps I could just sit in the bleachers and follow them around in the line, staying as close to them as I could. But my social anxiety was set to maximum and I was not finding the courage to ask someone.

After about 10 minutes of sitting, resting, and thinking, I basically say, "Fuck it, I'll try to stand in line."

I get up and start walking to the end of the line.

Then I hear a voice yell out to me.

"Hey, man! Come over here! This is your spot!"

A young man was waving at me. He was accompanied by his wife. Both of them were dressed in black and they had a sort of goth skater aesthetic going on. He had a competitively bushy beard, but with less gray. And she had very vivid purple hair.

I was a little confused and still processing what was happening. Then they both started waving at me to join them in line. They remembered I got there just before and told me I should be in front of them. I walk over and thank them. Then he suggests...

"Hey, why don't you just sit in the bleachers and follow us around the line."

He suggested my idea!

Without me asking!

I felt like he read my mind or something.

Can bearded people read each others' minds? Was this some beard skill I was unaware of?

"I got you, man. You just sit and we'll keep your place."

And his violet hair'd significant other agreed. "Yeah, we got you."

The kindness of strangers was more accessible than my polling place and I was just so thankful in that moment.

So I sat in the bleachers and watched them traverse the line. In the middle of the gym there were some teenagers playing basketball. And so I just rested and watched them play.

That young man in the red pants was like a goddamn Harlem Globetrotter. He was just embarrassing the others. He was bouncing the ball behind his back and through his legs and then he just danced around his opponents like a figure skater. It was such an unbalanced matchup. He might as well have been playing 4th graders. Not only was he significantly faster and more maneuverable, but he was consistently hitting 3-pointers.

And then during a break, he ran towards the hoop, jumped from the free throw line, flew all the way to the net, grabbed onto the rim, and proceeded to do several pull ups as if they were the easiest thing in the world. I don't think I've seen anyone jump that far and that high in real life and it was just a bonkers display of athleticism.

I spent the entire wait watching him humiliate the others—hoping he would get a full ride scholarship to some prestigious university.

And I hoped the other boys paid attention in school and got straight As, because basketball was not going to work out for them.

As my new goth skater friends progressed through the line, I would make sure to keep sight of them. Every once in a while I'd give them a head nod to acknowledge we were in this together. After an hour and a half they were at the final segment of the line, so I sat next to the wheelchair folks.

I probably could have argued to sit with them in the first place. But I really did not feel like making the case that I was just as disabled as them and needed that level of consideration. The old man running things seemed quite stressed and was putting out 8 fires at once. And my anxiety wasn't really cooperating enough to be assertive in my needs.

But it worked out in the end, so I'm not going to dwell on the lack of accommodation for people who weren't *visually* disabled.

My new bearded friend neared the end and waved me over. I thanked him and his wife profusely.

I joked, "Thank you for adopting a voter."

They seemed confused by my joke.

"No problem, man. Happy to help."

I told him and his wife they truly saved me. "I honestly don't think I would have made it through the line." And then I looked back...

I said, "As crazy as this is, I do find this kind of turnout encouraging." His wife agreed and said, "We were saying the same thing!" And then I thought, "Can the wives of bearded people absorb the mind reading ability? I hope she can't read my mind right now. Although, I'm mostly thinking that her hair is a really cool shade of purple, so she'd probably find that complimentary."

As I waited to get my ballot I could hear the happy couple behind me. They were very cute. They were making fun of each other in a very lovey-dovey fashion. I had high hopes they were going to grow old and gray and purple together based on their chemistry. And I was just so thankful they were able to recognize that I needed help without me asking. Because I probably would have just caved to my anxiety and not asked for help otherwise.

I got my ballot and sat down to fill in all of the appropriate squares. Thankfully I had prepared a cheat sheet on my phone.

It was an exact replica so I was able to copy it and finish quite rapidly.

Then I fed my votes into the vote-eating monster and they gave me a sticker.

My quick 20 minute adventure to vote early only took 2.5 hours!

And because I didn't want to buck tradition, I stood outside in the wind and the rain and took a voting selfie.

Yep, that seems about right.

Ah, crap... that was only the second thing on my to-do list.

Let's speedrun the rest of this story, shall we?

I drove to FedEx. I hauled a 40 pound box inside. I plopped it on the counter and said, "Man, this thing is heavy!" as I tried to catch my breath. The 20 year old working there then lifted it like it was a feather and I felt great about that.

I drove to the gas station because I was nearly on empty—that is both a metaphor and not a metaphor. I filled my ride with go juice.

I noticed I was a mile from the tire store and they fill up tires for free. So I did that and the guy was super nice and complimented my tires. I felt both weird and proud about having my tires complimented. Like, I had nothing to do with my tires being nice. But I accepted the praise on their behalf.

I drove to the UPS store. The last time I was there I made a scene. They refused to box up a return and I got upset and wasn't feeling well and they had to find a chair for me to sit in because I was going to faint. So I was hoping the same woman wasn't there, but she was. She didn't recognize me, so it was fine.

I drove to my lawn guy's house. He wasn't home. I dropped a check in his mailbox. My checks have corgis on them. My checks are cute.

I drove to the post office. I sent a secret package to my bestie, Katrina. I'd tell you what is in it, but it is an inside joke and you wouldn't get it. The woman noticed my voting sticker and I couldn't help thinking about what I just accomplished to get that sticker.

On my way out I noticed a miracle.

2 of the 4 doors were fixed!

I mean, I don't know why they couldn't fix all 4, but now the employees won't freeze in the winter. So I take that as a win. It only took a year and a half to accomplish and I'm sure all of my phone calls and emails did not help at all. But I'm going to pretend I saved the day regardless.

And then... I drove home.

5 hours of errands.

I was so fucking tired. My back was on fire with pain. I immediately collapsed into my bed. I passed out. And I slept for 14 hours.

The End

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rainbowpopeworld · 3 months ago

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(So you don’t have to deal with all the annoying ads on The Mirror’s website, here’s the whole article interview)

EXCLUSIVE: David Tennant reveals his wife Georgia's role) in his 'huge' Rivals series decision

By Nicola Methven

“David Tennant says he jumped at the chance to star in Jilly Cooper’s 1980s bonkbuster Rivals - because his wife said it would be “sensational”.

The former Doctor Who star said she was thrilled when the first script arrived. “I told Georgia and she was convinced that this was something I had to be involved with,” he explains. “She said, ‘This series is going to be huge. This is going to be exactly what the country needs, exactly what the world needs.’

"She knew the books from her teenage years, as I understand, and knew that this was going to make sensational television.”

He duly accepted the role of Lord Tony Baddingham, one of the show’s main villains and was delighted when Georgia eventually got to watch the episodes, and loved them.

"Her reaction was so positive and so joyous," he says. "I know when she's being genuine."

Tony is a grammar school boy with a chip on his shoulder about not being a proper toff. His character runs a regional TV station facing franchise renewal and has a dependable upper-crust wife, played by Sherwood's Claire Rushbrook, but is also having a very steamy affair with the new TV executive he's lured over from New York (Nafessa Williams).

The actor, 53, argues that poor old Tony is just horribly misunderstood. "From the inside, no character believes they're a villain, do they? I think Tony's motivations are very clear. He's very easy to understand in many ways. Tony sees himself as hard done by and someone who's just struggling to survive and to win."

While he can remember the 80s quite clearly, Tenant says that filming Rivals felt very much like being on a period drama. "It's almost like being on the set of a Dickens novel," he muses.

"The 80s seems quite recent history to me, but once you start recreating that world, you realise it's actually very different. That's wonderful fun to film - to be on a time capsule of a set is glorious."

As the Doctor he got to time-travel all over the place in the TARDIS but Tenant says he loved spending time in the 80s, not least because of the music. When you're a teenager at the time, a lot of it, however good it is, is uncool, and therefore you're not really allowed to like it," he says. "Whereas now, as a jaded 53-year-old, I can just go, 'Oh, do you know what I loved? A-ha'."

And what else did he love? "I didn't have to ride a horse, which was a mercy, because I'm a little bit allergic."

Tenant admits that filming the incredibly saucy bedroom scenes was a bit awkward but he felt there was safety in numbers thanks to the huge number of them. Barely any of the cast don't end up getting involved in one way or another.

"| mean, sex scenes are never comfortable, you know? But again, because everyone was in the same boat, there was a lot of discussion about, 'When are you doing that scene?' and 'Have vou done that yet?'

He believes it's fine for Rivals to be labelled a “bonkbuster" - it's full of sex at the end of the day - but only if it's said with due respect for what Dame Jilly achieved with the Rutshire Chronicles. "There are a generation of readers who were so influenced by her, and for whom these novels meant so much, it means that that writing is obviously better than some would have you believe," he says. "The way she writes character is timeless, and people having sex is pretty timeless. So these books have been tenacious for a reason." The actor says an early scene where the pathologically competitive Tony leaps from his helicopter onto the croquet lawn is his favourite career moment so far.

"That hole-in-one, I would like you to know, was probably the greatest day of my professional life," he laughs. Instructed by the director to "whack it" from 30 feet away he was told the cameras would keep running until he managed it. "I thought the crew are gonna hate me by take 402," he remembers. "And I nailed it on take four. I've never felt more pleased with myself than that moment. I felt like a sporting God."”

#david tennant #Rutshire? really?? 😂#I guess it’s the same as Baddingham #I had never heard of Jilly Cooper or her books before David was cast in this #I’m sure I’m going to enjoy the gratuitous sex #I’m not sure I’ll enjoy any of the vibes or plot #david fucking tennant #sexy scottish serpent #rivals #jilly cooper #bonkbuster #interview #tony baddingham #georgia tennant #good omens #crowley #doctor who #dw

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i-heart-hxh · 9 months ago

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Does killua know gon loves him?

Hi anon! This is such a simple question, but not a simple one to answer. I'll do my best, though!

So, I think the answer is both yes and no, in different ways.

Yes, in the sense that Gon has directly expressed his appreciation of and admiration towards Killua multiple times, said he enjoys being with him and wants to stay with him, and even called him his best friend at the end of Greed Island (really BEST friend, 最高の友達, saikou no tomodachi--I think the translation of "best friend in the whole world" gets the emphasis of this phrase across pretty well).

He said it "Has to be Killua," (キルアじゃなきゃダメなんだ, Killua ja nakya dame nanda) in the dodgeball match, which has implications both during the match and outside of it, that Killua is the only one he fully trusts and the only one who can be by his side for something this pivotal. This phrase has romantic implications, essentially the subtextual meaning is "Killua is the only one for me," hence why Killua reacts as strongly as he does to it. Notice how much he hides his face on this page.

So, I think it's silly to say Killua has no idea Gon cares about him deeply and values him. There are so many moments where Gon says things like this. It's partly why Killua loves Gon so much, because Gon isn't afraid to express that level of love and care and appreciation towards him, as uncomfortable as he acts about it. He's just unused to that receiving kind of praise and attention simply for being himself, rather than being praised for his abilities.

With Killua's views of himself, it's hard for him to fully accept Gon's affection and take it to heart, but luckily Gon is straightforward and doesn't hold back, and keeps repeatedly telling Killua how much he means to him. As the series goes, they form a strong mutual bond and relatively good understanding of each other.

The problem is that multiple things happen in Chimera Ant Arc to disrupt Killua's sense of where he belongs in Gon's life.

He "fails" by fleeing from Pitou with Gon and "leaving Kite to die." While Gon doesn't blame Killua for the decision he made and neither does Kite, Killua nonetheless certainly blames himself for this to a degree. (Remember the scene with Morel and Knov mocking him?) It doesn't help that Bisky tells him that because of his inability to face opponents he sees as stronger than him, he'll eventually leave Gon to die. Then he watches the awful ramifications of what Kite's death does to Gon, knowing he had a role in what happened.

Gon goes on the date with Palm, and Killua variously misinterprets this whole situation to mean that Gon has been on real dates with women previously (I do not think he had been on any dates in an actual romantic sense), Gon actually might have romantic feelings towards Palm, and that they're in some degree of a relationship even after Gon tells her they can't be together and Palm quietly dumps Gon in favor of Knov after the date. This sends Killua spiraling into his whole "Are we friends? Or are we teammates?" concerns, in conjunction with the next factor.

Gon's "I swear... I'll take on that bastard myself," about Pitou, and the later "This has nothing to do with you," line. Remember how much Gon relied on Killua in the dodgeball match, and how much that meant to Killua? Remember how Killua very nearly died and his last thoughts were apologizing that he wasn't more useful to Gon? Killua stakes his whole sense of self on being useful to Gon, so when Gon makes taking down Pitou a solo mission, Killua doesn't know what role he has at Gon's side any more.

I'm sure there are plenty more factors I'm leaving out, but these are the main issues that lead to the gulf that develops between them during the course of Chimera Ant Arc.

Ever after all of this, they're still friends, they're on reasonably good terms when they part even though it's complex and fraught, but there's just so much they're not saying to each other about how they really feel.

I think Killua still knows Gon cares about him with the way they leave off--they agree to stay in touch, say they'll meet again, Killua even teases Gon about the way he treated him a few times and sees that Gon feels awful when he brings it up. I'm sure Gon apologized to Killua when they first saw each other again after all of that, no matter how non-comprehensive that apology may have been.

But, I do think Killua sees his feelings towards Gon as deeper and of a different nature than how he assumes Gon feels towards him. He may even feel a degree of guilt about the extent and nature of his feelings, with an assumption that, as much as Gon cares about him, Gon doesn't reciprocate Killua's romantic feelings. It may be one of many puzzle pieces contributing to the separation.

I think Killua has strong beliefs about Gon not returning his feelings in a romantic sense, which is part of what leads to how much pain he goes through in Chimera Ant Arc and beyond. But these beliefs are less about what Gon does or doesn't do--because *I* believe Gon has romantic feelings for Killua, even though he likely doesn't recognize them as such yet, and obviously in CAA his relationship with Killua is not at the forefront of his mind--but more about how Killua sees himself and how he projects that self-perception on Gon.

The thing is, Killua hasn't directly expressed his feelings (even on a friendship level) towards Gon either. and even hides how much he does for Gon, so Gon also doesn't fully understand the weight and degree of Killua's feelings for him either. He sees what Killua does for him and I'm sure he knows that's a way Killua expresses friendship to him, but at the same time, the reasons or feelings or depth behind those actions remain unspoken, so how is Gon supposed to know fully where Killua is coming from?

As much as he may have some inklings of Killua's feelings from reading his body language and all the time they spent together, it's not something that has been confirmed or stated the way Gon has expressed his feelings. So, it makes sense that these two boys might assume the other doesn't love them back the same way they love each other, because their own self-esteem is so low and they don't see themselves as deserving of the kind of love they have for each other.

So, in response to your question, both yes and no, and "It's complicated," too.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #killugon #gonkillu #gon #killua #meta #asks #anonymous #my posts #long post #surprisingly complicated to answer this #I don't think I expressed 100% of what I want to or stated this quite as well as I'd like #but hopefully it's a decent overview at least

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noirsfantasy · 27 days ago

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𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 3

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader x Dame Anderson

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Angst

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛4.2k

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ You find out everything was not as it seems and end up in the middle of Adonis and Damian's mess. Now you have to deal with the emotional fallout of a love triangle.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ The DRAMA that was infused into this chapter... I really hope y'all enjoy it, because there is more to come!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 ➛ @cardi-bre91 , @champagnesugamama

The room is dark as I slowly wake, the sounds of Dame's snoring filling the silence. I can see the sunrise peeking through the curtains as I shift slightly, feeling his arm wrapped securely around me. As my eyes land on his sleeping form, I am reminded of the night we had shared and a shiver runs through my body. I don't move. I just lie there, letting the warmth of his body comfort me and admiring him as he sleeps.

For a brief moment, everything feels perfect. I can almost still feel his fingers gripping my thighs, feel his teeth on my neck, the way he completely wore me out. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it all over again. It's a feeling that's hard to forget. Now, here I am, in his bed and clothed in only a t-shirt of his. I don't know what is to come, but I have good feeling about it.

That is, until reality starts to creep in. I'm reminded of just exactly who this man is. My thoughts wander back to Adonis. Was it only a fling? Did he really mean all that stuff he said? Why did he ghost me? So many questions...

But my eyes fall back on this man I've become tangled with. The night we shared fills my thoughts and I can feel butterflies. He's different, I know he is. Is he really?

It doesn't matter right now. I've got my cheek pressed against his bare chest, listening to his breathing, to his heart. If I have to be delusional right now to stay in this moment of bliss, then I'll do it. I run my hand up and down his muscular torso ever so gently, letting out a sigh.

After a few minutes of this, I feel his hand cover mine and I glance up to see him already looking at me. I shift so that I'm resting my chin on my hand as we gaze at each other.

"Hey, beautiful~" He says, his eyelids still heavy with sleep as he smiles warmly at me.

"Hey~" I say back, returning the smile. "Sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a while." He admits with a chuckle as he pulls me closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sigh contently as I lay my head back down, but then a distant look flashes across my face, which he catches instantly.

"What's on your mind, mama?" Damian asks, his voice low and gentle, he eyes narrowing slightly as he searches my face. He tightens his hold on me, his fingers pressing gently into my skin as if to keep me anchored to this present moment. I take a deep breath and smile again.

"It's nothing... I'm just tired." I reply, attempting to convince him with a grin. Dame's gaze lingers on mine, his eyes piercing as if trying to see past my words. He doesn't buy it, but he doesn't wanna push it either. Instead, he nods slowly, pulling me in for a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You're a terrible liar," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "But I'll let it slide... this time." He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. I chuckle in response, thankful he's not digging any deeper.

I lean in and kiss him deeply, my hands cupping his cheeks as a satisfied groan escapes me. Dame's eyes flutter closed as he melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me even closer. He deepens the kiss by tangling his tongue with mine as he takes control. The kiss is slow and sensual, filled with a hunger that's more than just physical.

As we break for air, he whispers against my lips, "I'm gonna enjoy having you around like this~" His voice is low and husky, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Well, get used to it, cuz I don't plan on leaving this bed anytime soon," I tell him playfully as I shift to sit on top of him, straddling his waist. A wicked grin spreads across Damian's face as he looks up at me, his hands resting on my hips. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me down for another kiss. This one is different, though - It's harder, more possessive. He's asserting his dominance, claiming me as his. I feel a rush of excitement at the raw energy emanating from him, and I respond in kind, our lips and tongues battling in a fierce passionate dance.

I manage to break away slightly, breathing heavily. "Round two??" I suggest, my lips brushing against his. I can see the hunger in his eyes and I just know it's gonna be a long morning.

"Mhm, round two." Damian growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he surges up to capture my lips in another bruising kiss. His hands slide up my sides, bunching the borrowed t-shirt as he goes. In one swift motion, he rolls us over, pinning me to the bed as he hovers above me. His eyes are dark with lust, a predatory gleam in them.

Without warning, he brings his lips down, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down the side of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam freely, touching, caressing, staking his claim. The intensity between us is electric and I can't help but arch into his touch, my soft moans begging for more.

Just as the atmosphere starts to get steamy, we're interrupted by a loud, obnoxious beeping. Dame's head jerks up, his eyes flashing with frustration as he glares at his alarm clock. He mutters a few curses under his breath, his chest heaving with unfulfilled desire. He lowers himself onto me, lying there for a moment as he lets out a groan.

Then he lifts himself off me, tossing his legs off the side of the bed. I whine quietly at the sudden lack of warmth, my body craving him. He lets out a low hum as he reaches for the alarm, silencing with a swipe of his hand before turning back to me with a look that's equal parts of hunger and regret.

"I don't want to leave you," he starts, his voice low and rough. "But I have to go. I've gotta get to training soon and I still need to get ready." He pads back over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and drops down beside me. He rests his hand just below my buttcheek as I lay down, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

"Mmh, you better." I reply with a sigh as I roll onto my back, sitting up and stretching.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I always keep my promises." Dame gives me a wide grin, his voice laced with a familiar confidence. He watches my movements, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my form. He reaches out, trailing his fingers along my waist in a featherlight caress. "M'already thinking of all the ways I'm gonna make it up to you~" His words cause me to feel flutters in my stomach and I giggle a bit, shifting closer to the edge of the bed.

"Well then, let me put my number in your phone. Maybe you can start making it up to me with dinner." I suggest with a wink. His eyes lock onto mine, a slow smile spreading across his face as he sets his phone down on the bedside table.

"Now that's a plan I can get behind," he says, leaning in and capturing my lips in a soft, possessive kiss. He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine, and hands his phone to me. "Put your number in there and I'll make sure to text you as soon as I'm done with my training. And then... dinner. Yeah?"

"Yeah~" I reply, taking his phone and punching my number in. He disappears into the bathroom as I tap away. While saving my contact, a notification pops up on the screen from someone named KC.

It reads, 'Yo, I got the pics. Just sent them in this morning.' I don't pay it any mind until it's followed up with, 'Lil Creed gon really feel this one.' I raise my eyebrow and glance toward the bathroom, hearing Dame moving around. I take a deep breath, impending dread rising my chest as I tap the notification to open the message. Scrolling through the chat, I begin to realize that these texts mention me and Donnie quite a bit.

They mention me being at the club last night, describing how I look so Dame will know who I am. It looks like this was all planned out... like last night wasn't just a once-in-a-lifetime interaction. My heart pounds in my chest as I read through the disturbing messages on Damian's phone. My fingers tremble as I scroll, piecing together the implications.

It's finally clear to me that this was all a ploy - me being at the club, our encounter, everything. Damian was in on it all along... Was any of it real? Was this just a game to him? I don't even know what I feel right now. Betrayal, disgust, a hell of a lot of anger. I can't believe- I let myself get used like this...

Just then, the bathroom door creaks open and my grip tightens on the phone. I clench my jaw as Damian emerges, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. There's a warm smile on his face, but it does nothing to ease the fury seeping within my chest. He walks over to the bed, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.

"Hey, all set?" He asks, reaching for his phone to grab it from my hand. Our eyes meet as I don't let it go right away and I can tell he's noticed the intensity in my gaze. "You good."

"Who the fuck is KC?" I ask in an even tone, but with a subtle warning not to even think about lying. I sense the change in his demeanor and can tell he knows what I saw in his phone.

Damian grabs my hands, either to calm me down or keep me from hitting him. "Look, I- I know how this looks..." He starts weakly.

"You know how this looks, do you?" I repeat, my hands clenching within his grasp. "It looks like I'm a little pawn in whatever fucking game you have going on with Adonis!"

I can see him wince at my words and I immediately try to pull my hands away from his.

"Y/N, wait. Please just hear me out-" He pleads, but I'm not having it.

"What pics does 'KC' have and who the hell did he send them to? And don't fucking lie to me." The look in my eyes says I'm not the one to play with right now.

"Listen, KC is one of my boys. I just had him take a few pics last night... of us at the club..." He admits reluctantly. I can feel the anger rising within me.

"And? Let me guess, he sent them to Adonis? All this was just to throw 'Baby Creed' off his game?" I can see the hesitation on his face as he wants to tell me I'm wrong.

"I'mma be straight with you. I did approach you to try and get with you, because I wanted to show him I could take everything from him, including his girl." He swallows hard as he sees me fuming. "But it ain't like that anymore. I realized that it was a mistake and that I really was feeling you, so I called it off."

"Oh, you called it off, did you? So why's your boy texting you that he sent them already? Huh?" I finally yank my hands away and I get up from the bed, bringing the blankets with me. Damian's expression turns confused.

"That's not right. He didn't send them. I told him not to do it, I sent him a text earlier." He tries to tell me, but I let out a wry chuckle, searching around the room for my discarded clothes from last night.

"I'd double-check if I were you." I suggest in a sarcastic tone, my lips turning into a scowl. I can't believe I let myself get into a situation like this. He unlocks his phone, opening the texts to show me proof of him telling his friend not to go through with it. However, the only thing he sees is a prewritten, unsent message and the confirmation of the done deed.

"It... didn't send." He says under his breath.

"Thought so." I nod my head and start getting dressed, ready to get as far away from him as possible.

Damian gets up, holding the towel up around his waist as he follows me around the room, trying to get me to look at him.

"Y/N, I promise I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Look at me." He tries to touch my shoulder but I pull away from his hand.

"Don't touch me! I can't believe I actually let myself get used like this. I hope you got what you were fucking looking for." I say as I reach for my coat.

"Wait, please. I swear I didn't mean for any of this-" His words are cut off abruptly.

"You didn't mean to lure me in so you could try Adonis's sloppy seconds? You didn't mean to photograph that shit? Or you just didn't mean for me to find out?" I interrogate him, pressing him for an answer.

"Y/N, please, let's just talk about this. I made a mistake, I know. But I'm being for real when I say I feel something between us. I know you do, too. Come on, let's just work this out." He pleads, walking closer and wrapping his arms around me.

I can feel the heat rising within my chest and the angry tears forming at the corners of my eyes. He is right, I do feel something between us. Something that gave me hope after these last few weeks. Something that made me think I could move on from Adonis, but it all just leads back to him. I'm in this mess because of him. Or... is it because of me?

I wouldn't be in this situation if I had minded my own fucking business and hung out with my girls. But I was the one that kissed Dame, knowing exactly who he was and that he knew I was with Adonis, and I made the decision to leave with him. All because I was hurt. I want so badly to lean into his touch and let him hold me, but I can't. I harshly wipe my eyes and hesitantly push him away from me.

"It was a mistake coming here." I mutter as I grab my phone and keys, walking out of the bedroom and heading for the front door. Dame is calling after me, but I don't look back as I open his front door and slam it behind me.

"Y/N, wait!" I hear him call out after me, desperation in his voice. I don't respond, stepping into the elevator and heading downstairs as a tear slips down my cheek.

I get an uber and beat myself the entire ride home, trying not to burst into tears in this stranger's car. So much is going through my mind right now. How could I have been so gullible? What's Adonis going to think of me? Why did this happen to me?

As I get home, I feel my phone vibrating. I furrow my brow, thinking it's probably Damian, but my heart drops as I look at my screen. It's Donnie. I didn't expect him to even call me and I panic a little. Taking a deep breath, I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Y/N?" I hear Adonis's voice on the other line, his tone cold. "We need to talk." Without giving me a chance to respond, he continues, his words filled with barely contained anger. "So you went behind my back and got with Damien Anderson, of all people?" His accusation rings through the air and I feel a pang of guilt as I gather my words.

"Donnie, I-" I pause for a moment, unsure how to respond. "I can explain...."

"Then explain what the hell I'm looking at." He replies harshly and I feel heat rising to my cheeks. I take a deep breath and try to keep my words from shaking.

"I was at the club with some friends last night and I met Dame there. I figured it was random that he was there and then he started flirting with me. I was just tryna have fun-"

"So, you hooked up with a random guy you barely knew at the club?" Adonis speaks sharply and I feel my own anger starting to bubble up.

"Oh, please don't you act like that's not how we got together, Donnie." I retort, pointing out the hypocrisy. I can tell he's taken aback and he takes a moment to respond.

"Fine, you know what? You're right. We did get together that way. I just thought what we had was more than that. Instead, I open Twitter to see pics of you two all over each other." His words are laced with disgust and I furrow my brow.

"Are you just gonna skip over how you ghosted me? What we had couldn't have been that special if you could just push me aside like-" I stop mid-sentence as I realize something. "Hold up, what did you say about Twitter?"

"That I saw you and Damian all over my feed. In my fucking face." He spits and my eyes widen.

"Wait, wait... Damian said you were the only one it was sent to."

"Yeah, well, your little boyfriend lied to you, what a surprise." He says coldly. I don't have any words. Or at least, none that might make this sense of guilt go away. "Just tell me one thing... why Dame?"

"It's not like I sought him out, Donnie. I just happened to be at the same club as him and he approached me." I explain, not liking this conversation one bit.

"And you didn't think for one second about the effect that might have on me?" He questions.

"First of all, I wouldn't have even been there if you hadn't disappeared on me like you did! You're saying I went 'behind your back' but if you hadn't turned away from me I wouldn't have done that shit!" I bite back. "Besides, I'm a grown-ass woman and I can make my own decisions. I don't have to explain myself to you."

"No, you don't need to explain yourself to me. But you gotta understand the consequences of your actions and how they hurt other people, how they hurt me." I could tell he was starting to lose his temper by the quiver in his voice.

"I was hurt first!" I shout in response, not caring about how childish I may sound right now.

"Come on now, Y/N." He starts.

"No, since you want an explanation so bad here it is. I was hurt because I really liked you and I thought things were actually going well with us." My voice cracks a bit. "Until you just randomly stopped texting and calling back. You left me like I was just some piece that you had your fun with and so yeah, I was really fucking hurt, Donnie. And to hear you try and put all the blame on me like I did all this shit hurts 20 times more!"

Adonis is taken aback for a minute by what I had said. He knows I have a point and that this would've been avoided if he was just straight up with me. I didn't know the stuff he'd been dealing with Dame or the extent that it went and that led to me being pulled into their drama.

Adonis sighs loudly and I can tell he feels terrible. He's been acting cold and absent towards me when I didn't deserve it at all.

"Listen... I- I'm sorry, okay. You're right, I shouldn't have stopped talking to you like I did. I was going through a lot between training for this fight and getting stabbed in the back by someone I thought was my friend. But I didn't stop to realize how you might've felt about this." He tells me.

I bury my face into my hands, wiping my tears and inhaling deeply as I try to reign in my emotions.

"I'm sorry, too." I relent. As angry as I am, I do know that I had some part in hurting Adonis, even if a part of me wanted to. "Where do we go from here?" I ask, shaking my head.

"I'm mad, Y/N, hurt... but I can't pretend I don't love you." He admits and I chew on my lip. "This isn't how I wanted us to go. I know I fucked up and I wanna make this right. But... right now, I gotta sort this stuff out with Dame."

"I guess I do, too..." I mumble, realizing I still have to deal with him. A part of me feels bad, because I already miss his touch, even after just one night. "Maybe... we both need some time to figure this out," I finally say, my voice low but steady. "This fight, everything with Dame... it's too much right now."

Adonis lets out a slow, heavy sigh on the other end. "Yeah, maybe we should take a break... at least until this fight is over." His words are reluctant, but there's a hint of understanding beneath them.

"Okay," I whisper, my heart sinking. "Good luck, Donnie."

"You too, Y/N."

I hang up and sit in silence for a moment, staring at the dark screen of my phone. My chest feels tight, my emotions tangled in a web I can't unwrap. I don't get much time to dwell on it before my phone vibrates.

I glance down, half-hoping it's Adonis calling back. But no, it's Dame. Hesitating for a beat, I answer.

"Y/N," his voice is softer this time, almost cautious. "I... I just wanted you to know I got the photos taken down. You won't have to deal with them anymore."

I should feel relieved, but instead, his words only stir up more frustration. "Why did it happen in the first place, Damian? You said it was just sent to Donnie. Why were they sent everywhere?"

"I don't know," he admits, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't mean for it to blow up like that. I just wanted him to feel what I felt... but now I see it just made everything worse. For you, especially." I close my eyes and let his words sink in.

"You think that fixes this?" I question, disbelief evident in my voice.

"No," he replies quickly. "But I needed to make it right. Because... I care about you, Y/N. Really. And I don't wanna ruin what we could have."

The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard, and for a moment, I'm speechless. Damian Anderson, the same man who dragged me into this man, is now confessing his feelings to me?

"I don't know if I can trust you," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I understand that," he says. "But I had to let you know how I feel. Even if you don't choose me. I'm the one who started this off wrong, trying to use you to make him jealous. I didn't consider your feelings in all this and I was too stupid to realize that my actions could affect someone else. If you could just give me a chance, let me make this right, I won't let you down. That's all I needed to say..."

The call ends, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. My heart feels like it's being tugged into two different directions—one pull stronger than the other, but neither feels completely right.

As much as it hurts to admit, I got myself here. I didn't get coerced into this or forced, I made all the decisions that got me where I am today. I was the one who kissed Damian and left with him, all because I was hurt.

I sit on the edge of my bed, letting the weight of everything crash over me. How did it get to this? One part of me wants so badly to have my lips pressed against Donnies, missing how safe and right it felt to be with him. Another part craves Dame's touch, how he can be passionate and gentle at the same time. I want to believe Dame and I want to trust Adonis.

But right now, all I feel is confusion.

As I lie back, staring at the ceiling, one thought keeps circling in my mind: No matter what I choose, someone's going to get hurt.

I can only wonder if that someone will be me.

#noirsfantasy #angst #black reader #black actors #michael b jordan x black fem reader #michael b jordan x reader #jonathan majors x reader #jonathan majors smut #Jonathan majors x black fem reader #x black reader #x plus size reader

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ladybender · 5 months ago

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Jesus oh my god...

Futurama's second episode of this season "Quids Game" was a punch in the guts. In a good way! It goes right on par with episodes like "Cold Warriors" and "Game of Tones": an exploration of Fry's childhood, this time through the lens of mean aliens making him relieve his 8th birthday party games - this time to the death!

I have a lot to say about this episode so buckle up!

Let's start off with some minor complains I have for this one, which are pacing, stakes, and Leela's characterization (in a particular scene).

The episode really flew by so fast, almost at a break-necking pace, and the games felt too short and jam-packed because of that. The emotional weight of the end of each game hits hard because with every one a beloved character dies. There managed to find the time to get the reaction for the major ones (Kif, Leela's parents and grandmother), which is great, but the episode moves so quickly and there is little more time to absorbed it all.

Though, about this issue, I wanna say that I often feel like episodes are either going by too fast or too slow the first time I watch them and it usually doesn't feel the same from a second watch onward. so this is really a minor one that might not even be an problem for me later on, but I thought it was worth mentioning.

moving on to stakes, with this I mean that I originally thought, before the episode aired, that the end goal of the death dame was that the winner would get a prize. A birthday gift for example, and it would have incentivized everyone to go on and even play dirty (which, in retrospect, seems like a really smart thing to put in! compare everyone trying to get an advantage to Fry absolutely refusing to cheat, and pack an even bigger punch with that ending). I suppose playing to survive is motivation enough, but I think it undermines the "wants" of most other characters, and since this was a big coral episode (which is absolutely a strength! I can only imagine how hard it must have been to put together, wow!) I would have loved to see them striving to win, guess what their “birthday wish” would have been, maybe even learn a few of them along the way.

The third iffy thing I want to mention is Leela in the scene in the kitchen. There are seven characters left in the competition and only four baseballs to find to win the round. Leela is panicking trying to find one and she begs fry to cheat and find it for her since he already played when he was a kid and knows the house. Now this conflict was SO good and ALMOST perfect, but whyyyy oh why was Leela so ready to leave Fry behind??? doesn't make sense to me??? I know she was scared and upset bc she had just lost her family and that probably pushed her to act irrationally, but I just can't see her only wanting to keep herself alive and not Fry, especially when an easier and stronger solution is RIGHT THERE.

Have Leela go to Fry already with one of the baseball (that she might have found in some crawled and ridiculous place, to show how desperate she is to win and survive. if you have the wish giving stakes it's even better because you can imagine she'd use her gift to bring her parents back). in the meantime, the other characters find two other balls so there is only one left, and NOW Leela begs Fry to cheat to find the last one and win with her. It's even more emotional, Leela tells him she doesn't want to lose him too but Fry categorically doesn't want to cheat, and in the end tells Leela to win without him, sacrificing himself for her. Bender finds the last ball in the fridge and the episode continues just like we saw (with Bender tossing the ball to someone else right before being pulverized lol. like I said, Bender should be cheating like MAD in these games, really drive home the concept).

I wanna make it clear that these complains don't really turn me off from the whole episode, they are just my free flow of thoughts on stuff that i thought could have been stronger.

But now for the meat. This episode was phenomenal!!! so much good Fry's family characterization and SO much to unpack for Fry as a character. Cody Ziglar has such a spot on take on Fry, it was so validating seeing this episode and putting together all the little pieces of Fry's psyche I’ve picking out for years now, converging into one.

It seems superficial at first glance, but this really runs deeper than it looks. Fry has always been earnest but insecure, proven and proven again in countless episodes. You expect a person goofy and easygoing like Fry to go ham at his birthday and celebrate with all the people he loves, but we find out Fry doesn't like his birthday and feels bad about being put at the center of attention, and it all goes deeper and more upsetting from there.

Adding to all of this and speaking about Fry’s parents, especially his mom, I wanna add that it’s such a realistic conflict it was painful to watch – she wanted to give her son the chance to be a winner, she had no idea how the situation would turn against him. Sometimes a good day of parenting could be the kid’s most terrible experience of his life, and that’s brutal but the parent meant well even if they ruined things for their kid. It’s so sad Fry never got to see how much his mom and dad did for him, and she wanted him to feel like a winner, but this isn’t a story with an easy resolution. It’s bittersweet and it's insane and this last scene ruined me fr, like just look at this what the hell

This exploration of Fry goes hand in hand with everything we know of him. it seamlessly adds another layer of understanding that I’m honestly not even sure I can unpack in a single post, because there is so much to say and draw conclusions from, starting from the very first episode and ending with Meanwhile. From his relationship with his parents and his brother, to his love life and friendships, from his view of himself as a loser to the way he's always striving to better himself while always staying true to himself, trying to achieve his goals the hard way instead of finding an easy way out. Think the why of Fry, Parasite Lost, TKOS, the sting, godfella, my three suns, BBS, cold warriors, and on and on and on. It’s building together a picture of Fry’s character that’s so complex and worth exploring.

With this episode we have a new fundamental facet of him, and for this alone it’s an amazing episode.

I’ll mail my therapy bill to the writers, thank you

And thank you for reading, let me know your thoughts and opinion, I wanna know what y’all thought about this episode

#futurama #futurama spoilers #quids game #futurama s8B #philip j fry #episode review #I struggle to give ratings. I feel like I can never be truly objective with this show #but it’s an 8 ½ for me #same as Game of Tones for example. so like to me a futurama 8 is extremely high #But I have to save my 9 and 10s for the real godtear stuff - because again futurama has those and they’re plenty lol #So yeah good episode really good episode

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oct0bra1ns · 6 months ago

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Hello again! I really liked my other ask of yours, but I have another one.

How would the brothers individually react to a chronically ill reader? I feel like the Yandere behavior would go up a notch for most of them.

One would use all of his money to get you whatever you need even if he runs broke, he couldn't look after you when you were younger but now he can and he'll be damed if he doesn't do everything he can

He makes sure you have everything you need, he'll hire additional staff for the house, he'll keep doctor nearby the main house so that their available 24/7 and of he hears some bullshit like, "the scans are completely normal, there's no explaining" They're not making it to the next day.

His protectivness goes up way more, he'll not let you go out of the house unless you inform him when and where, with who, for how long etc, he'll keep people in disguise nearby the area in case anything happens and they have to report back to him, every hour.

In case you go missing, one will not let you out of sight for the next month, he'll be besides you 24/7 and it'll take a while before you can regain his trust to go out on your own.

Two, would use his influence to get colleagues to try to find a cure or temporary relief so that you don't have to go through a lot of pain.

Other than that two can't do much, when you were younger he was always the one to take care of you but nowadays he's become busy, of course, if you even ask him for help he won't deny and if he realises just how much you want him besides you, he won't mind taking a day off .

Two tries to make it a habit to unwind with you at the end of the day, taking care of your routine of you're too tired to do it yourself or just want him too.

He'll get you extensions for projects and extra classes if you never need them because all the staff at the college know better than to piss him off.

Two will constantly keep an eye on you through the day, making sure you aren't over exerting yourself and if you ever end up in the nurses office, Two will refuse to let you attend the rest or the day and the next, demanding that you rest.

Three is kind of horrible in dealing with these kinds of things because he wasn't really there to see the worst of it

But he learn, that too probably after seeing you go through it on a day where it was hellish. He isn't perfect at ot, but he's putting in the effort.

Making sure you eat, take your meds, making sure you get adequate rest.

Four being the one person who spent most of his time with you, knows everything you need. He got used to reminding you to take care of your needs, get your medicine if needed etc.

All this, he forced Two to teach him after he saw how much it affected youyou, telling him that he'd always be with you and it would make more sense for him to learn how to take care of you.

All this means he'll isolate you from your friends even more, using your sickness as an excuse to keep you with him at all times.

#octo answers #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #octo writes #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere brothers

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that-starry-freak · 4 months ago

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Okay, wow, uhm-

This is my rant about Eclipse x Solar x Nexus i keep saying ill do. Sooo- yeah. If you don't like it, just scroll. Or block me i don't give a shit- im just ranting about what I like *shrug* (btw this is 95% for/about my tol au, so-)

Cw i do mention abuse a few times, because of Solar's Moon, dark sun, etc.

God i love these three so much. There's just so much potential, both angst and fluff (and a bit of smut but that stays in my head that is NOT going on my blog)

Like Solar and Nexus are both such needs and idiots. They both stay up late working, and insist the other one goes to bed (Eclipse ends up having to drag them both to bed).

They love working on projects together. People arnt usually allowed int he workshop when their working together, because if they have each other they don't need anyone else to help or anything- but they let Eclipse in once, and he got to see how they danced around each other and worked together perfectly.

They're all nerds who love science and mechanics tbh, but they all like it in different ways. Solar likes the hard work, the mindlessly fixing things. He liked the manual labour, the more mechanics of it. Nexus loved the science. He loves asking questions and learning knew things. He loves questioning things and people. He likes building and creating and testing out code. Eclipse likes the results. He doesn't particularly enjoy coding and building, it makes him frustrated, but he loves the results. He likes having a job well done. And getting to enjoy whatever the product is, whether its a computer or a basic machine.

Eclipse and Nexus can also understand each other. They can understand the expectation of who you're supposed to be. To be a remake of someone dead, but not really being them. Yet everyone expects you too. They've spent long nights sharing a smoke and ranting about how unfair it is. About how they weren't v1 Eclipse, or Moon. That they were themselves, and it wasn't fair people pressured them into being their predecessors.

Solar and Eclipse can understand what its like to be an eclipse. To come into this world with Moons hating you. To be called vile, to have a Moon laugh in your face. They may not have always liked each other, but they understand each other, its one of the reasons they became close.

Nexus can also help them both heal from their trauma of Moons. Plus, he isn't really Moon. Sure, he is a moon, coming from he dame basic code. But he isn't an old Moon. He's kinder, he doesn't blow up as easily. Its reassuring to them both, being treated so kindly to someone who pretty much abused them both (Eclipse didn't deserve how Old moon treated him when he came into this world.)

Eclipse and Nexus also know what its like to be left behind. Eclispe knows what its like to be left behind by Moon, to be a piece of code that he doesn't care about. Nexus knows what its like to hurt people and lose them. Yes, its different, but that doesn't mean they can't empathize with each others pain, because it is similar in a way.

solar and Nexus can understand each other's pain of losing someone you care about deeply. Of blaming yourself for their death. Of course. They dealt with it much differently, but still-

Eclipse and Solar both knowing what its like to die, comforting each other, reassuring them that they're still here. That they're alive. That they're them.

Enough about what they have in common tho-

like oh my goddd. I have so many thoughts bro-

Eclipse smells like cigarettes and leather and faintly of the vanilla candles Puppet lights in their apartment. Solar smells like grease and oil and sometimes chemicals when he cleans himself off (and then is forced to take an actual shower by Eclipse because cleaning yourself with harsh chemicals every time cant be good for your casing). Nexus smells like lavender (because thats the scent of the detegerant Sun always washes their clothes with) and faintly of bleach (consequences of living in the same house as Sun) and grease a lot after he's been working. The other twos smells are comforting to all three of them, reminding them that they're safe and content. Nexus eccpecially loves wearing Solar's clothes, and loves being in his arms, reminding him that he's alive. Thats he's right here. That everything is going to be okay.

And oh my god don't get me started on the forbidden love. The fact that Eclipse and Solar can't be in the same dimension till Eclispe gets a new dimensional signal. Solar and Nexus both crushing on Eclipse, but Nexus is the only one that can actually see them both, having to pass messages between the two. Of course they do eventually get to see each other again, but for so long they won't be able to. Its just.. sad

And AUGH im always going to be insane over rmy true loves kiss idea. The idea of Solar kissing Nexus out of desperation, because nothing he says can get through to him and ohmygod he's panicking- and somehow the virus he has just disappearing. The kiss curing Nexus, and bringing him back to his senses. And oh my god, the chaos and angst that follows. Nexus sobbing becuase of what he's done, feeling so guilty. The family not wanting to accept him back, Moon being the worst one-

Solar and Eclipse being the first ones to accept him. Later being Sun, Earth, and then Lunar. Maybe one day Moon, but thats a day far in the future.

And auggh, Solar and Moon's friendship. Moon hating his boyfriends but midly tolerating them for Solar's sake. Solar aclimating him to Eclipses, and he starts tolerating him a bit more. Hearing him say so many good things about Nexus makes him hate him more, though, insecure about Nexus being back in the family. Afraid of being replace.

Sleaking of being replaced, Nexus feeling like he's replaceable. That he's disposable. That one wrong move and he'll be thrown out again. Solar reassuring him that even if he is hell go with him. That he refuses to let Nexus be completley abandoned and manipulated again.

And god, all three of them have such communication, trust, and attachment issues-

Solar feels like he has to be useful to be loved. That he has to prove himself. That he could also be thrown out of the family because he's not from this dimension. He's afraid of being a burden. He's afraid that if he complains he'll be seen as a nuisance. That he doesn't deserve help or to get anything, that he barely deserves the celestial family as it is even if he does so much for them.

Nexus also feels like he has to be useful. That if he isn't, what is he for? What was his purpose if he can't help? He compares himself to Moon a lot, feeling like he has to match up to his standards, even if they're impossible. Moon has years and years of experience on him- he also struggles to talk about his own feelings. He bottled them up so much because he felt like they were stupid that he just doesn't know how to talk about them. The only time he can is in the middle of the night, and is usually with Eclipse. Solar will try to comfort him and almost baby him when he tries to rant to him, Eclipse will just complain and rant right back though, and he prefers it.

Eclipse didn't really ever have any healthy relationships. He's used to pushing people away and bottling all his feelings up. To lashing out at people. Yes, this version is much calmer, but he still has the memories of the ones before him. Hes still used to that being what Eclipses in this dimension did. He doesn't know how to talk to people. Earth helped him open up though, and Solar and Nexus helped him more. He's a lot calmer now, and it helps that they both enjoy listening to him rant. Solar will listen to him and gives advice, while Nexus will just complain with him in the middle of the night. He loves both, though it depends on the situation for what he wants to do.

Their relationship isn't perfect, though. Nexus will still sometimes yell and freak Solar out, and he has to frantically apologize while Eclipse calms him down. Eclispe sometimes will push them away, and will sometimes use their insecurities and trauma against them when hes frustrated eith them. Solar refuses to talk about his own issues, and it worried the other two to no end. Nexus sometimes will hit himself or bite himself to the point of denting his casing when he's frustrated or having a breakdown, not wanting to lash out at anyone, and this worries the other two so much but there's nothing they can really do to stop it, just comforting Nexus the best they can and restraining him when they see him doing it. Eclipse will be rude to Nexus, treating him like Moon, and they'll get into fights about it that they both always regret later.

The hallucinations Nexus suffers from also doesn't end. He still sees Solar telling him he isn't proud of him. He sometimes gets vivid hallucinations that Solar is still dead.

They also all suffer from horrific nightmares

Solar dreaming that he's still in his original dimension. That he's still being abused by his Moon. That he still has no one to love him. He has nightmares that he's still dead, that Nexus never got better. He has nightmares that he ends up like Eclipse, that he hurts people. He has nightmares that the family shuns him and kicks him out. He has nightmares that old moon shows up at his dimension again and he can't stop him this time, and he hurts him and everyone he loves.

Nexus dreaming of Solar still dead. Nexus having nightmares that he actually killed his family. He has nightmares that he's still under Dark Sun's control. He has nightmares that he never was saved from space. He has nightmares of Eclipse betraying and killing him, never having truly gone good. He has nightmares that the family kicks him out for not living up to their expectation, for not being good as moon.

Eclipse dreaming of Moon. Nightmares of Bloodmoon torturing him, of Moon hurting him, of Lunar killing him again. Nightmares of him betraying everyone, even though that's the last thing he wants to do. Nightmare of Earth hating him, of Solar an Nexus hating him.

They often have to comfort each other from these night terrors, holding them close as cooing to the and rocking them.

Solar panics and sobs when he wakes up from one, but refuses to talk about it. He shuts down once when calms down, and often gets up in the middle of the night after to mindlessly do work to get his mind off of it.

Nexus wakes up screaming and crying and often hallucinating. He ususally has to be restrained so he doesn't accidentally hurthimself. He always feels bad about it after, and just wants to cuddle and feel loved, reminding himself that his partners are here and they're real.

Eclipse wakes up in a cold sweat, quiet. Hell just sit there for awhile, before getting up to take a cold shower to clear his mind.

they all overwork themselves, Solar and Nexus eccpecially-

solar because he needs to feel useful. Also because working helps him not think, it helps him "relax", even if it stresses him out more.

Nexus because he'll get so caught up in what he's doing. He'll start working at like noon and he'll zone out and suddenly its midnight and Eclipse and Solar are coming down to drag him away from his lab. Or Sun, sometimes sun has to come after him.

They're just so sad and gay and such a polycule i love them <3

Im so normal about them, clearly (im sorry this is too long im not going to go through this and edit rn- there probaly really a lot of grammar errors and typing errors and spelling errors but im tired soo-)

#astro rants #Astro is YAPPING #Sams au #Eclipse² #Eclipse x nexus #Nexuschips #Mechanical lullaby #Solarnexus #Eclipse x eclipse #Solar x nexus #Eclipse x solar x nexus #Tsams ships #Tol au #Tsams #the sun and moon show #Okay thats enough tagging I think-#Cw cursing #cw abuse mention #Tell me if the there's any other cw I need to add

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val-in-the-underdark · 5 months ago

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Grief, Pt. 2

I have a thread on Twitter talking about Astarion's grief that I will bring over here eventually, but it's something I thought of again while trying a new path last night.

I'm halfway through Act 3 with Val and I decided to see what would happen if I didn't take Astarion to Cazador's (I've done this quest like 8 times so I'm just doing separate saves to try things out).

It's a pretty rough path to go because Astarion is understandably upset. You robbed him of his choice to ascend or not, and his story is all about lack of free will (he and his siblings are enslaved after all), among several other things.

But if he doesn't break up with you, he tells you that Cazador held up a lot of space in his life and now he feels empty.

The quote before this is that Astarion thinks he would have felt differently if he had killed Cazador himself, but even if you take him with you, he says he feels numb and empty (said here if you defeat Cazador before dealing with Lorroakan).

Several characters in the game have this in common like Dame Aylin, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Karlach, and Wyll, who are all in different stages of mourning a loss. Losing a future. Losing family. Losing freedom.

Grief can be a non-linear process and not the same for everyone. The five stages often quoted are never in a straight line like you would think. You might feel angry right away and hold that for so long that you cycle through everything else later.

Astarion is angry for a lot of the game in part because he's grieving; he was young and then enslaved for centuries with nothing to call his own. He has lost everything including his sense of self, something he will have to rebuild over again after the ending of his quest, The Pale Elf. How he does that is up to you, but with Cazador gone, it's no wonder he feels lost after two centuries.

Lastly, and I find this interesting, is the conversation that Tav/Durge can have when about to kill Cazador (again, if you decide not to take Astarion).

I think that all the evidence you encounter in the palace and in the dungeon isn't there to make you feel bad for Cazador (I mean, you could but you'd be a better person than me LOL). The purpose of Vellioth's lessons and this particular dialogue, etc. is to foreshadow Astarion's potential transformation into the Vampire Ascendant.

Ascended Astarion is a new kind of vampire, yes, but he's still a full vampire. He's not 100% outside of the mentality that full vampires have. For instance, when he first tells you about Cazador in Act 1, he says that vampires are scheming and power-hungry beasts.

This is evidenced by things you find in Cazador's Palace including the fact that he was hosting a final "feast" before the ascension ritual where he was gathering information (pretty sure this person said they worked at the Counting House).

Ascended Astarion is doing something similar in the epilogue when he tells you to bring any secrets right back to him - he's scheming and biding his time just like Cazador.

While we don't know exactly is going through Astarion's mind when he ascends, I sometimes wonder if there is a layer of him trapped like Cazador. I've argued in another thread that I don't think Ascended Astarion will fully deal with his past the way Spawn Astarion has to in order to move on, but maybe I'll re-post that or revise that for another time.

Anyway, while this path is interesting for lore reasons if you really love Astarion, it does feel hollow and anti-climatic because there's a lot of emotional payoff in the final confrontation.

#baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate screenshots #bg3 astarion #astarion #baldurs gate

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sorcerous-caress · 1 year ago

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May I politely request how Isobel & Alyin that have to deal with a partner that keeps overworking themself.

Isobel & Dame Aylin dealing with an overworked partner

[ fluff, poly, nb!reader ]

Isobel would try to approach it in a more subtle way, gentle coaxing and reminders that the work will always be there in the morning. To come to bed and join your beloveds instead of over exerting yourself.

She can relate in a way, having stayed up countless nights in prayers to sustain the bubble of a safe haven back in the shadowlands. There wasn't even a second spared to herself during those times.

Which is why she is the more determined to get you to rest, she was in a war while you're willfully choosing this.

Patience is a virtue, she tells you.

Dame Aylin takes a more direct approach.

By direct it means she will literally pick you up and takes you to bed.

You can try to argue and plead with her about how important you work is all you want, it's akin to arguing to a stone wall after she's noticed the dark circles under your eyes.

You discover very quickly how stubborn aasimars are.

At the end of the day, both of them are just concerned for you and your wellbeing.

Life is priceless, Dame Aylin was forced to come to terms with the fragility of a mortal's life back when she lost Isobel before.

And you'd really pay with your own life? Trade your health for a few extra hours of work that might have cut days from your lifespan.

The thought is too grim for Dame Aylin to bare. How careless mortals can be with their lives.

You're something precious, someone who should be treasured. You deserve rest, food and love like any other person.

Even if it becomes too unbearable at times, the thought of leaving something unfinished or having a work unfulfilled. It's very hard for mortals to come to terms with their own imperfections.

That's why they'll be there for you to help you step back, to see the whole picture of life instead of focusing on the small flaws.

#♡Dame Aylin #♡Isobel #♡fluff #♡drabble #Dame Aylin #isobel thorm #fluff #bg3 fluff #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #polyamory

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willothewispwisteriadawn · 8 months ago

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Bunny’s Moral Crisis and Julian being Anti Judeo-Christian

I was positive I got the impression, during my first read of TSH, that Bunny was truly morally bothered by the farmer-killing. Then I started wondering, post-reading, if I was being too generous, and Bunny legit was just worried for his life and was angry that the group was keeping secrets from him (that second one is what Henry told Richard).

But I got to the part in my on-and-off listening to the audiobook where Julian tells Richard he’s wondering what’s going on with Bunny. Julian says Bunny keeps approaching him and asking to talk about morality (particularly sin and forgiveness). Julian says he’s getting concerned that Bunny may convert to Marion’s religion. He asks Richard what denomination she is, and Richard says he thinks she’s Presbyterian. Julian is disappointed and says the only Christian denomination he can gracefully accept losing a student to is Roman Catholic.

Now this scene is interesting to me for a couple reasons. Firstly, it does indicate there may be more going on with Bunny internally than the Greek class gives him credit for. If Bunny is trying to approach Julian privately to talk about ethical dilemmas, this shows some level of genuineness in his questions (Julian also believes it to be earnest questioning). But secondly, Julian’s comment about only finding the Roman rite to be a worthy foe is so, so interesting to me.

The scene shows that something more is going on with Bunny, but it also reveals that Julian hates Judaism and Christianity— making exceptions for people like Dante and Giotto. The thing that’s fascinating to me about this detail is that Julian’s statements show the central theme of the whole book: that beauty is worth something if it’s backed by things of substance (Georges Laforgue says this, and the same thing is said by Theo in The Goldfinch. This is a concept important to Tartt’s writing).

Julian has a basic respect for Catholics, because Catholicism traditionally also has emphasis on art, philosophy, and classical aesthetic beauty. And, perhaps most importantly, Roman Catholics have kept Latin as the language of the Church and Vatican. The medieval Catholic Church was perhaps the biggest patron and commissioner of artists, and from the Catholic Church came Notre Dame, Aquinas, Dante, etc. Here, Julian mentions that the Catholics make “worthy foes” for the pagans, and what he means is that there’s all this aesthetic beauty and classical study within the Catholic Church. But it’s key here that Julian hates other branches of Christianity. The scene emphasizes that the only thing he enjoys about Catholics is their specifically classical history.

The thing I like about this detail is that it is a really specific bit of characterization to show that Julian does not care about morality or the search for truth that’s at the heart of all religions and mythologies. He’s different from people like Aquinas because he does not see human art and language as a means to articulate and pay homage one’s moral beliefs. He sees art/language as the highest good in and of itself. Once you remove the classics aspects of Catholicism, Julian does not care. And we see this because of his apparent disdain for Protestants and Jews. This also reminds me of Bunny saying Henry thinks Jamaicans have no culture. Obviously, they do, but it’s not the particular kind of culture and expression Julian and Henry find legitimate.

I guess I like how Donna Tartt understands her own theme and can show how it’s applicable so naturally just in the way her characters talk. We get a lot of hints about how closed-minded and shallow Julian actually is before we get to the end of the book where it’s confirmed.

#donna tartt #the secret history #tsh #bunny corcoran #julian morrow #the secret history analysis #honestly Henry and Julian would like Byzantine Catholics #holy moly have you been in a Byzantine church?#stunning

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mothgodofchaos · 1 month ago

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Terror

Damien is absolutely a scaredy cat and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. Also the irony is not lost on me for the reasoning for hating horror movies.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 583

Damien sees you sifting through DVDs on the couch and he groans, wiping his face with his hand.

“It is that day, gosh darn it…”

“Mhmm. You promised!”

“And I am starting to wish I had not…”

He had promised to watch one horror movie with you, which is more than you thought you were going to get from him considering how much he hates horror. You’re not going to be cruel about it since you don’t really want to psychologically scar him, but it’s going to be a little scary. You flip through your DVD binders, looking for a B-rated movie, or something that will hopefully get more laughs than actual scares.

“Why do you hate horror movies so much?”

“Darling, I saw Jekyll and Hyde when it came out, and after that I decided it was not for me. Not to mention I was not particularly a fan of the idea of one man having an inner battle between two people on whether to be a hero and save people, or a villain that harms innocents.”

“Well, alright. Here, this one didn’t get great reviews and should be a little funny. Ease you into horror.”

Damien sighs with relief.

“I appreciate you not throwing me into the deep end, dearheart.”

“Why would I? I’m hoping this won’t be the only time you’ll watch one of these with me!”

“Oh dear…”

You stand up and give him a quick kiss, putting the DVD into the video player. After the player whirs to life, you return to the couch, throwing a blanket over your legs as Damien sits next to you. On the table is a small spread of snacks, and you pull the bowl of popcorn into your lap. Damien puts a blanket around his shoulders, trying to relax into the couch cushions. His arm rests over your shoulders, and you can feel how tense his muscles are against your skin.

“Deep breaths, Damien. I’ll turn it off if you get too scared.”

“No… I am a grown man. I just- dislike uncanny humanoids…”

“Well you’re not alone, otherwise they wouldn’t use it as the premise for the movie.”

“Fair enough.”

As the movie continues, you hold one of his hands in yours while he uses the other to occasionally hide behind, peeking between his fingers. All things considered, the occasional chuckle at the jokes eases your chances of convincing him into another movie. You do eventually get him to lay his head in your lap, combing your fingers through his hair and turning his head away from the screen when something scary happens on screen, pulling his focus back to you. He opens his mouth for you to drop popcorn in, and he laughs as you comply.

“If this is the treatment I receive just for participating in a scary movie night, perhaps I can be convinced into a second date.”

“Oh can you now?”

“Unless I start shaking in terror at the spooks on screen, I will be alright.”

Damien takes your hand and presses kisses to each of your knuckles, resting your palm against his lips as his attention turns back to the screen. You feel him jump and hide under the blanket as a jumpscare happens, and you can’t help but laugh a little bit as you calm him down again with some scalp scratches.

“Alright, the monster’s gone, Dames.”

“I dislike the scares immensely.”

“That’s not terribly surprising considering you’re hiding under the blanket right now.”

“Technicalities.”

#damien #wkm damien #damien x reader #damien markiplier #wkm damien x reader #mayor damien x reader #wkm #who killed markiplier #meek mayor #chaoswrites

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @alwaysurvalentine! alwaysurvalentine has 11 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

@dame-zoom-a-lot recommends the following works by @alwaysurvalentine:

bad days were meant to be shared

three strikes and you're out!

aquariums and sweethearts

"If I had to put an image to their fics… I'd say a warm blanket and a piece of cake.

Their slices of life fics get cooked with so much care and thought. A lot of them are my go-to when I'm feeling kind of off or lonely. They approach conflict with so much empathy and realism. No one's just shitty out of the blue with zero reason, and characters talk things out in a way that feels like how real people would talk. There's rarely clear villains or clean-cut forever happy-ending type resolutions in real life, and their fics shine at showing the beauty of that." -- @dame-zoom-a-lot

Below the cut, @alwaysurvalentine answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Honestly, I just really vibe with both of them as characters. It’s easy to draw some of my own parallels with how Eddie sees the world and Steve’s fall from grace within my personal life - so it’s nice to play around with characters who I can understand. Plus I love taking the “protectors” from the narrative and forcing them to allow others to care for them.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I’m a sucker for any type of soulmate au, the ones with soulmarks are my guilty pleasures. Just something about knowing there’s someone out there destined to care about you makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Anything slice of life or found family - I just love getting to give characters all the love and care they deserve. Especially when canon has put them through the ringer!!

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

With no cross to bear (these words just come out) by hitlikehammers https://archiveofourown.org/works/45052120/chapters/113340064 I come back to this fic again and again. Love their Eddie POV and all of the reactions from the party feel authentic and I just love a fic that really shows how much everyone cares about Steve (even if he doesn’t see it).

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve had a big idea about a possession type fic starring Eddie. It’s gonna be a big project though so it may be workshopped and shelved for another time while I work on some other stuff!

What is your writing process like?

Music is my biggest inspiration and I listen to Spotify all of the time (my spotify wrapped is about to be WILD), but usually I’ll get a spark of an idea from a song, scribble down a quick interaction I can see, and then once I get home it’s getting it all out on a doc. It usually takes me a few days to a week for me to get a fic where I want it, especially when the characters take things into their own hands for the narrative (I’m looking at Eddie and Robin here)

Do you have any writing quirks?

I actually write everything in red text until I decide I like the section. I have so many documents that have different colored text based on how I feel about it. Black means it’s ready to be proofread/don’t change, purple or blue for things I want to rewrite, and then red for what I’ve gotten down but isn’t edited/reviewed yet. Besides that I also go in thinking I’m going to keep it short and sweet and then I blink and we’re 2k in - but it’s been fun nonetheless!

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

If I’m doing a prompt challenge usually it’s as soon as I’m done (totally not because I finish the day of…totally not that) but other than that I have a personal schedule to have certain things done by, otherwise I’ll nitpick forever.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Three Strikes and You’re Out! It was super fun to play around with connecting baseball terms to DnD in a way that still made sense and wasn’t just a block of info text.

How did you get the idea for aquariums and sweethearts?

It was actually a little followup I did for another fic, where Eddie visited the aquarium with Uncle Wayne but wasn’t able to get the souvenir he wanted. And I wanted Steve to kinda complete that circle, plus I wanted them to have a moment where they could kinda be kids again.

When writing aquariums and sweethearts, what was something you didn’t expect?

I honestly didn’t expect it to be so long, I was just going to write a tiny follow up but got carried away with my own aquarium memories and research so I just kept wanting to add more and more

What inspired three strikes and you're out!?

I feel like I’ve seen a lot of fics where Steve meets Eddie halfway with his interests and I wanted to see the opposite. Like it’s one thing for Eddie to concede that being a jock isn’t so bad, but it’s another for him to go out and learn about a sport/something that doesn’t interest him at all, ya know?

What was your favorite part to write from three strikes and you're out!?

Oooh! Such a hard question, for me it’s a tie between the conversation Eddie has with Lucas and his conversation with Uncle Wayne. I just liked putting Eddie in a situation where he was the one learning, instead of being the one in charge/control.

How do/did you feel writing bad days were meant to be shared?

It was a little hard starting out, I knew a couple things I wanted to happen but besides that I really went in kinda blind. Once I got into the groove though, it felt like it just wrote itself. Steve knew what he was feeling and just guided me along.

What was the most difficult part of writing bad days were meant to be shared?

So fun fact, I actually wrote the first draft completely from Eddie's point of view. I was trying to find his voice (still feel like I’m working on this but progress is progress) but it just wasn’t flowing right and Dame-Zoom-A-Lot actually helped beta for me. They’re the one who suggested the point of view switch and it worked so well!!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

A favorite scene I’ve written has to be in aquariums and sweethearts when Eddie and the Mime gang up on Steve to poke fun at him, it just felt like something Eddie would play along with and enjoy. These couple of lines from Three Strikes and You’re Out! Make me really happy, like sent my friends a dorky screenshot because I liked them so much: “Eddie’s world narrows to the smell of Steve’s cologne, something that smells like rain on freshly cut grass and a hint of vanilla. Just as soon as Steve leaned in, he leans away, the sun painting orange and pink highlights in his hair when he tilts his head grinning.”

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’m working on a Steve Harrington ‘character study’ from Hopper’s point of view currently and might be starting on an Anastasia AU starring Chrissy as Anya and Robin as Dimitri - super stoked for both of these!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Endless thanks to my nominator!! I just started posting for Steddie this August and it’s been unreal. So thankful for all of my new friends and can’t wait to share some more of my little ideas and chat with other people about their art and stories! <3

Thank you to our author, @alwaysurvalentine, and our nominator, @dame-zoom-a-lot ! See more of alwaysurvalentine's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#writer's spotlight #writer's wednesday #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #ao3 writer #steddie writers

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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This just popped into my head. please can i request headcandons of miles, Hobie, Pavitr (separately) and the reader wearing matching shirts like cute couples

Miles would probably either have those goofy couple shirts that you guys got as a joke but you now wear unironically. Ie: don’t go bacon my heart/ I couldn’t if I fried. (This is purely cuz I love shitty puns)

Or couple shirts where they have a matching small heart embroidered somewhere on the pocket of the shirt/hoodie.

Nothing overly drastic about your relationship, just small, minuscule things that you could incorporate in your every day wears. Kinda like this:

Miles is just an awkward dude who’s trying his best to show you how much he love you, and it definitely shows which never fails in making you smile because he does it so effortlessly that pretty sure he doesn’t know it.

Would he get playfully teased by his mates? Yeah, probably but does he care? Not fucking really because he loved the fact that you were matching in subtle ways. It’s just the way you like them because not everyone needs to know but they do due to how painfully obvious Miles was being.

so much so that it doesn’t take much for anyone to assume that you were together, with or without the matching shirts. They only add to what was already crystal clear to everyone.

Your love with Miles is goofy, clumsy as a newborn deer, subtle, sweet, caring, warm, protective and above all; loyal.

Pavitr is a grade a sucker for matching couple shirts that he probably buys them in bulk, so you’d have new ones to wear throughout the entire week.

One day it’ll be the cheesy ‘my head belongs to him/ my heart belongs to her/him/ them’ couple shirts and then the next day it’ll be the ‘I love’ shirts that he defiantly got personalised to add your names in conjunction to the phrase.

He’s also the type of couple shirts where you have to be stood together for the wording on it to make coherent sense to anyone wanting to read it.

Pavitr also has the couple shirts where they point to one another and say shit like ‘born to love her/him/them’ on it because he always tells you on a daily basis that the moment he met you, he felt as though he was born to love you.

He’s just got so much love for you and wants to show it in any way possible, not caring if it earns you the title of sappiest couple or most loved up couple because in all fairness, what they say was a hundred percent true. Pavitr is a sappy and loved up boy but that was because of you and he hoped that you felt the same towards him.

You do, stop denying it.

Pavitr is unashamed in wearing matching shirts with you. He takes great pride in it and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got a fuck ton of pictures of you two doing cute couple shit in your matching couple T-shirts. One might’ve been made into his home/Lock Screen by the end of the day, but is subjective to change because he loved all of them equally and can’t choose between them.

Hobie isn’t the fondest of couple shirts, he probably finds them ridiculous and cringe inducing but if he were to wear to one, he’d probably only wear it as a pyjama set where less eyes can see.

This ain’t in due to any insecurity he might have because Hobie was the definition of what confident in your own skin looked like, he just doesn’t understand why you needed shirts to proclaim your love when he does that already by draping all his limbs over you, publicly kissing you, touching you and the like.

So he’d like to think he’s making it pretty loud and clear that you two were something to one another that transcends the need for labels but again he ain’t against verbally calling you his.

Even then the shirts you’d have would either be a little on the vulgar side because Hobie thought it funny or shirts that are like ‘I don’t do matching shirts’/ ‘but I do.’ Kind of thing.

An example of the aforementioned couple shirt:

However that don’t mean Hobie doesn’t like being called yours -constancy be damed- he’d just prefer it if it wasn’t so blatantly and unabashedly spread out across a marketable t-shirt that anyone can get and that provides no sentimental meaning for either of you.

Now let’s say you’re a wizard on a sewing machine and all things textiles and had made you both a matching couples t-shirt then that’s a completely different case entirely.

For those shirts held sentimental value because you were the one to go out of your way and make them for the both of you and who’s Hobie to reject the change of wearing something you made with your bare hands?

He’d wear it for you and he’d wear the shit out of it because he’s proud of everything you do and would be damned if he let you think otherwise.

A/n: now me, personally. I can not stand matching couple shirts…it rubs me the wrong way. Sure some are cute but you’d never catch me in one. Ever. I respect myself too much. Also I was probably projecting myself onto Hobie just a little.

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Character ask: Fiyero and Boq (Wicked)

I'm not really a die-hard Wicked fan, but here goes. This is for the musical only, since I haven't read the novel.

Warning: spoilers below.

Fiyero

Favorite thing about them: That despite seeming like a silly playboy at first, he proves to be a kindred sprit to Elphaba, who loves and respects her as she is, who tries to help and defend her when no one else in Oz is willing to do so, and who ultimately sacrifices everything for her, even (nearly) his life.

Least favorite thing about them: That he leads Glinda on by not breaking up with her even as he starts to fall for Elphaba, and then goes along with their engagement even though he doesn't want to marry her. He should have ended things between them long before it reached that point.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be snarky.

*I dislike fakeness and selling out.

*I can seem like just a fun-lover, but really I think and feel deeply.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I'm not royalty.

*I was never a partying troublemaker in college.

Favorite line: His joke when Elphaba tells him she realizes he's not as shallow and self-absorbed as he seems:

"Excuse me, there's no pretense here: I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow."

And these lines from his dialogue with Glinda at the beginning of Act II, where he calls her out on her tragic flaw of choosing fame and popularity over everything else:

"You can't leave because you can't resist this. And that is the truth."

And when she objects that no one could resist it: "You know who could. Who has."

brOTP: His horse Feldspur in the movie, and probably Boq, especially if we keep the Scarecrow and Tin Man's friendship in mind. Not to mention Dorothy, even though their interactions are kept offstage.

OTP: Elphaba.

nOTP: Glinda.

Random headcanon: Hmmm... In the movie, he really did eat grass as a child. He's not just joking when he says he did.

Unpopular opinion: I like him better than Glinda as a romantic partner for Elphaba. Of course I understand that Elphaba and Glinda's bond is more central and more fleshed out, I see the appeal of Gelphie as a ship, and I know how much Gelphie means to countless fans. But personally? Without denying Glinda's importance to Elphaba, I prefer Fiyero as her love interest. He embraces her values and comes through for her in a way that Glinda only does at the very end, and no attempts I've read by Gelphie shippers to dismiss that fact ring true for me. As a couple, Fiyeraba reminds me in many ways of Esmeralda and Phoebus in Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame (these Stephen Schwartz musicals have recurring themes!), and I don't see many fans putting down that pairing, even though they're a bit underdeveloped too, and even though Esmeralda's friendship with Quasimodo is more central to the plot. On the contrary, the fans hold up their love as the main example of healthy love in that story! Besides, if we don't think Elphaba really loves Fiyero, then "No Good Deed" loses its power. If he's just "comphet" to her, why should his apparent death break her so much that she resolves to really be wicked and kidnaps Dorothy? And the reveal that he's still alive is what snaps her out of her breakdown and lets her reconcile with Glinda in the end. I have nothing against shipping Gelphie, but I can't dismiss Fiyeraba as just "boring comphet" the way most of the fandom seems to do.

Song I associate with them: "Dancing Through Life"

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"As Long as You're Mine"

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Favorite picture of them:

Norbert Leo Butz

Aaron Tveit

Andy Karl

Derrick Williams with Stephanie J. Block (more actors of color should play the role)

Adam Garcia with Idina Menzel

Jonathan Bailey in the movie

Boq

Favorite thing about them: Well, when we first meet him at least, he's a sweet, adorkable character, and if the Tin Man we know from The Wizard of Oz is a mostly accurate portrait of how he behaves on his journey with Dorothy, he never really loses those qualities.

Least favorite thing about them: First that he leads Nessarose on (a recurring flaw among the young men in this story, it seems) and lies about why he asked her out, even if his reason is to avoid hurting her. And later, of course, that he becomes such a bloodthirsty witch hunter, out to kill Elphaba for turning him into tin even though she saved his life by doing so.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be socially awkward.

*I'm not always good at standing up for myself.

*Sometimes I want to blame people for doing things that made me uncomfortable, when really those things were good for me.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I've never had any romantic entanglements with witches.

*I've never been turned into tin.

Favorite line: His verse in "March of the Witch Hunters," even though it's his darkest moment:

And this is more than just a service to the Wizard I have a personal score to settle with El... With The Witch!

It's due to her I'm made of tin Her spell made this occur So for once, I'm glad I'm heartless I'll be heartless killing her!

And the Lion also has a grievance to repay If she'd let him fight his own battles When he was young He wouldn't be a coward, today!

brOTP: In the Shiz days before things go bad, Fiyero, Nessarose, Elphaba and Glinda (especially in the deleted scene from the movie that shows them all hanging out together). And after he becomes the Tin Man, Dorothy.

OTP: None.

nOTP: Nessarose or Glinda.

Random headcanon: When he sees Elphaba "melt," he'll be unexpectedly horrified; he'll find himself remembering their days at Shiz and the girl she once was, and realize that seeing her die horribly doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. (I'm basing this on the Tin Man's close-to-tears face after the Witch melts in the 1939 Wizard of Oz: we'll see if Wicked: For Good has Ethan Slater react in a similar way or not.)

Unpopular opinion: Even though he's far from blameless, nothing justifies Nessarose stripping him and all the other Munchkins of their rights and forcing him to stay with her, then trying to magically brainwash him into loving her. He may deserve some karma for lying about his feelings for her, but he doesn't deserve all that.

Song I associate with them:

His part in "Dancing Through Life"

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"March of the Witch Hunters"

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Favorite picture of them:

Christopher Fitzgerald

Riley Costello

Ethan Slater in the movie

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