#i'm trash for these to this was inevitable tbh

[leahrintarou]

HELLO GIRL HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD 😊

i wanted to request for dabi x fem!villain!reader. she loves dabi but he's a brat to her just like himself, like with everyone. and after one mission reader goes somewhere and drinks fuckload of alcohol and she's super lightweight so she's out after one/two shots. and that night she gets like tons of alcohol. so she's obviously drunk and she has no idea what she's doing and she calls dabi. and he cares for her he's just acting this way (i severely believe that he's the guy who falls for someone and IMMEDIATELY had a pushing away mechanism going on because of his past and stuff). and he comes to pick reader up and she's not even able to stand straight. like she's pretty fucked AMD SHE'S A BABY WHEN DRUNK, LIKE LITERALLY WHINING CRYING AND BEING A CUTIE. and he takes her with him and she has few more bottle hidden somewhere with her, and she keeps drinking and he's concerned because she's extra lightweight. but she keeps getting those bottles so he throws one of them out of the moving car window😆 and she's like why would you do that it was a great whiskey (or whatever she can drink). but she's not sad for long because she takes out another bottle, and he does the same thing. and after that she starts crying because it was her last bottle and he's so mean. AND then at night she gets sick because of all that alcohol she has earlier so she's having a huge fever, she feels like dying, so she whines a d cries about her feelings and him rejecting her and she confesses to him and says a lot of stupid things how pretty he it and how good he looks shirtless and stuff like that. AND then next day when she wakes up he teases her about it and she's embarrassed af, but it ends up fluff with him confessing back😊😊❤️❤️❤️

I'M SORRY IT'S SO LONG BUT I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS GOING ON IN MY HEAD AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SHORTEN MY THOUGHTS🤣🤣 I'M SORRY 😞 but i still hope you'll write it🥺

✩₊˚.⋆ RELUCTANT HEARTS - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: y/n is drunk, alcohol intoxication, communication issues, y/n's in love but dabi is being dabi, he doesn't know how to talk about his feelings, swearing, reader with she/her pronouns, non-detailed mentions of throwing up, fluff, some angst if u squint tbh.

Word Count: 4.6k

Author's Note: (i'm doing well, anon! :p) i hope you guys enjoy reading! it came out a bit longer than i was planning but oh well lol. leave a like or reblog to support!

the bitter warmth of alcohol lingered on y/n's tongue as she downed yet another shot. she'd long lost count after the eighth, the need for a chaser fading as the taste softened, dulled by her numbing senses. "ma'am, we'll be closing soon," one of the bartenders murmured, the same one who had filled her glass every few minutes without fail.

she nodded, her vision doubling with the motion. nausea crept up on her, and she sighed at the inevitable. a lightweight by nature, she usually capped her nights at fewer than ten shots when drinking alone, but tonight was a different story.

her solo mission had been successful, but not without needless resistance from heroes who showed no mercy. shigaraki had barely scolded her, while dabi took the opportunity to belittle her inefficiency. it wasn’t like her to slip up so badly, but dabi never missed a chance to hold her mistakes over her—so long as they bothered her, he’d never let her forget.

despite her hating the fact that she had to, y/n fumbled with her phone, squinting at the blurry screen before finally locating dabi’s number. her thumb slipped as she pressed call, the dial tone ringing painfully loud in her ear.

“what?” dabi’s voice was sharp, instantly irritated.

“touya…” she slurred, her words tumbling lazily. “i need… i need you to come get me,” she mumbled. there was a pause, then a scoff. “what the hell? you sound trashed. where are you?”

“uh… somewhere,” y/n mumbled, blinking as she tried to get her thoughts straight. “i’m just… out.”

“out? where’s ‘out,’ y/n?” his voice was flat, but she could hear the growing annoyance. “you’re not making any sense.”

“just… come get me,” she groaned, frustration bleeding into her slurred words. “i can’t… i can’t even walk straight.” she glanced down at her lap, where her free hand rested as she twisted the singular ring at the base of her index finger.

dabi snorted. “no shit, you’re drunk off your ass. what are you doing, wandering around aimlessly?”

“not wandering,” she mumbled. “i’m sitting.” a bit of annoyance crept into her voice. apparently, liquor couldn't stop dabi from pissing her off so quickly. “okay, sitting where?” he asked, now sounding both amused and irritated. “what? did you pass out in an alley or something?”

y/n rolled her eyes, which only made her dizziness worse. “ugh, no. i’m in a… bar.”

dabi paused, then let out an exaggerated sigh. “of course. a bar. you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“just come get me, touya,” she grumbled, her voice slurred but laced with irritation. “unless you want me to blow chunks on someone's shoes. your call.”

he clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated but now understanding the situation. “you’re such a mess, y/n. fine. send me the address.”

“yeah, yeah,” she muttered, fumbling to type it out. “thanks, touya.” she smiled to herself. "knew you'd come through even if you're a dick about it."

"don't push it," he snapped before hanging up. even though he'd put on an act like he didn't care, she knew he'd show up. and, despite himself, so did he.

---

it wasn’t long before the rumble of a car engine cut through the night air outside the bar. y/n groggily looked up as dabi stepped inside, his usual scowl firmly in place as his eyes swept the room. the second he spotted her slumped over in the booth, he shook his head and made his way over.

“seriously?” he grumbled as he stood in front of her, arms crossed. “this is the state you’ve gotten yourself into?”

y/n glanced up at him, her head spinning as she tried to focus. “don’t… don’t start,” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “i’m not in the mood for your shit.”

“too bad. you’re in no position to make demands,” he shot back, leaning down to help her up. he wrapped an arm around her waist, feeling her lean heavily against him. “let’s get you out of here before you make a scene.”

“hey, i can walk,” y/n protested half-heartedly, but the moment she tried to stand, her legs buckled beneath her. dabi’s grip tightened, and he half-dragged her toward the exit.

“yeah, sure you can,” he said dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm. “you’re a real lightweight, you know that?”

“shut up, touya,” she grumbled, though the annoyance in her voice was overshadowed by a hint of affection. “you’re not my dad.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, pushing open the passenger door of his car and easing her inside. “but someone has to make sure you don’t drown in your own stupidity.”

“whatever,” y/n muttered as she settled into the seat, her head resting against the window. “i could handle myself fine… if you weren’t so annoying.”

“annoying, huh?” he shot back, sliding into the driver’s seat and giving her a sideways glance. “you know, you called me. but hey, if you wanted my attention, this wasn’t the way to go about it.”

“because you’re the best at picking people up from bars,” she replied, a slight smirk on her lips. but then her expression faltered, and she turned serious. “i… i really appreciate it, you know?”

“don’t get all mushy on me,” he said, rolling his eyes. “it’s not like i’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart. i’ve got a reputation to uphold, and rescuing your drunk ass is just good PR.”

“you’re such a brat,” y/n shot back, though her heart fluttered at his teasing. “i’d like to see you handle it better.”

“please, i wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this,” he replied, his tone dripping with disdain as he pulled away from the curb. “besides, if i didn’t show up, who else would have to deal with your mess? i’ve got a reputation to uphold, remember?”

“right, because you care so much about your reputation,” she said sarcastically, turning her gaze to the window, watching the city lights blur past. “you’re just here for the free entertainment.”

“entertainment? you think this is funny?” he replied, glancing at her with an eyebrow raised. “watching you stumble around like a newborn deer isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”

“well, at least i’m amusing,” y/n shot back, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “you should thank me for keeping your life exciting.”

“exciting, huh?” he scoffed. “more like a headache. i’d rather face a horde of heroes than babysit you in a bar.”

“oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “you secretly love it.” y/n reached into the pocket of her hoodie, pulling out the smaller bottle of alcohol she bought earlier.

“love it? not even close,” he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “you’re lucky i have a soft spot for lost causes.”

“lost cause, huh?” she challenged, feeling a rush of emotion she couldn’t quite suppress. she lifted it to her lips, taking a singular swig before it was snatched from her hands. a bit of it dripped down her chin, and dabi rolled his window down before throwing it out. the sound of the glass shattering against the pavement echoed a second later.

"what the hell, touya!" she yelled, using her sleeve to wipe the liquor from her face. "that was mine!" she fussed.

"not anymore," he said flatly, glancing at her before his eyes returned to the road. "you're not drinking any more tonight. it's a miracle you were even able to walk back there."

"you don't get to decide that," she snapped, a flash of anger igniting in her chest as tears pricked her eyes. but deep down, a familiar wave of emotions washed over her, stirring something fragile. "you're such a-"

"a what? a what?" he challenged, cutting her off. "a responsible person? you think i want to see you hurt yourself more than you already have?"

"you don't get it," she said, her voice trembling as her frustration morphed into something more vulnerable. "i don’t want to get it, y/n. stop doing this to yourself if you don't want to paint that image for your name."

“i’m not that bad.”

“keep telling yourself that,” he said, glancing at her as they hit a red light. “but here you are, drunk and needing a ride home.”

“yeah, well…” y/n started, but the warmth of the alcohol mixed with her frustration made her voice waver. “at least you came.”

“you really think that highly of yourself, huh?” he shot back, though there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. “just be grateful i did.” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “i am grateful, you jerk,” she said, her voice suddenly small as she looked down at her lap, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “you’re the only one who shows up when i need help.”

“yeah, well, don’t go getting all sappy on me,” he warned, trying to maintain his usual bravado, but the way his eyes softened gave him away. “it’s not like i’m doing this for the accolades.”

“sure, keep pretending you don’t care,” she replied, feeling the warmth of vulnerability creeping in. “but i see through your tough-guy act.” she shrugged.

“whatever,” he said, pulling into her driveway and turning off the engine. “let’s get you inside before you throw up in my car.”

“you just want to get rid of me,” she teased, but there was an undercurrent of something more serious beneath her words.

“you’re not wrong,” he said, smirking as he opened the door for her. “but it’s not because i don’t want you around. it’s just that your idea of a good time and mine are clearly on different planets.”

“how sweet of you, really,” she said dryly, though with a tone of sarcasm. “you’re lucky i’m feeling generous tonight.”

“generous? is that what you’re calling this?” he laughed, helping her out of the car and steadying her as she swayed slightly. “more like a recipe for disaster,” he retorted with a snarky tone. “shut up, touya,” she said, her voice softer now as they walked toward the door. “just… thanks for being here.”

“don’t mention it,” he replied, his tone lightening a bit. “but if you ever do this again, i’m leaving you to fend for yourself.”

“noted,” she said, a little too aware of how much she wished she could reach out and grab his hand, the feelings simmering beneath the surface threatening to spill over. “but you’re going to be there. i know it.”

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, shaking his head as he watched her fumble with her keys. “just don’t go falling for me or something.”

her heart raced and she stayed silent, making dabi give her a glance that showed him trying to read her expression. she made sure to turn away from him, especially when he called her name. “gonna try to get some sleep,” she quickly said, using the guardrail to get upstairs and to her room.

y/n felt the wave of nausea wash over her as she laid on her bed, the world spinning around her. the bitter warmth of the alcohol still lingered on her tongue, a reminder of the night’s escapades. she groaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the throbbing in her head. as the room tilted and swayed, she pushed herself up just enough to pull the blankets over her body, seeking comfort in their warmth.

it wasn't long before she heard the familiar sound of the door creaking open. dabi stepped inside, his usual scowl firmly in place as he leaned against the doorframe. “what a sight,” he muttered, glancing around her room. “you look like you’ve been through a blender.”

“thanks for the compliment,” y/n mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. she felt a bit of embarrassment wash over her as dabi sauntered over and sat on the edge of her bed, pulling out his phone to scroll through it. a part of her wanted to feel grateful, but the way he acted—like he was doing her a favor—was hard to ignore.

---

half an hour ticked by, the silence punctuated only by the sound of his scrolling. but y/n's nausea began to build again, the urge to throw up clawing at her insides like a feral animal. she bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her throat as she fought against it, but it was no use.

"touya," she whispered, her voice hoarse and shaky. he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "hey, you alright?" he asked, but his tone was more sarcastic than concerned.

"not really," she muttered, clutching her stomach. before he could retort, she stumbled toward the bathroom, barely managing to reach the toilet before the contents of her stomach surged forth.

"nice going, genius," dabi called after her, his voice dripping with mockery. "you're really winning at this whole 'not throwing up' thing."

y/n heaved, feeling the world tilt precariously beneath her. the bitter taste of the alcohol mixed with the remnants of her dinner assaulted her senses, and she groaned, tears brimming in her eyes.

dabi was right behind her, his cool presence both annoying and comforting as he knelt beside her. "just breathe, y/n," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "try not to make this a regular thing, okay? i’ve got better things to do than babysit you."

as she gasped for air, she could feel his hand resting gently on her back, and despite his snark, there was a genuine concern in his touch. leaning into his hand, she felt a flicker of gratitude amid the chaos.

finally, the wave of nausea receded, leaving her breathless and trembling. dabi stayed close, waiting until she could lift her head and look at him. "feeling better?" he asked, his tone still laced with sarcasm.

"yeah," she whispered, her voice thick with sleepiness.

y/n felt like a train wreck as she sat hunched over the toilet, the remnants of her night swirling in her stomach like a storm. the bitter warmth of the alcohol lingered, and each heave felt like a betrayal to her body. just when she thought she was done, another wave hit her, and she groaned in frustration.

"seriously?" dabi’s voice cut through the haze, low and unimpressed. he leaned against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between annoyance and concern. "you’ve got to be the worst drunk i’ve ever seen."

"thanks for the encouragement," she managed, glaring at him with half fury, half exhaustion. "what are you doing here, anyway? i thought you didn’t want to babysit me."

"don’t flatter yourself," he shot back, but there was an undercurrent of something softer in his eyes. "i just didn’t want to deal with you throwing up in my car. that’s a real hassle."

"nice to know my well-being is your top priority," she replied sarcastically, but the dizziness made it hard to keep up her bravado. she stumbled back into her room, leaning against the wall as she caught her breath.

dabi followed, eyeing her critically. "you didn’t answer my question earlier, you know. when i said, 'don’t go falling for me,' you totally dodged that." his tone was light, but there was a seriousness in his gaze.

y/n rolled her eyes, trying to brush it off. "what do you care, anyway? you’re always so mean to me!"

crossing his arms again as he leaned against the wall "you don’t get to deflect now. just tell me, why didn’t you respond?"

"maybe i didn’t think it was worth addressing," she replied, her voice shaky, but his intensity made it hard to dismiss him. "really? because it sounded like you were trying to avoid something," he said, narrowing his gaze.

she let out a frustrated huff, flopping onto her bed. "i don’t know, touya. you make it hard to breathe sometimes. i get that you think you’re being helpful, but your sarcasm feels like a shield. and it hurts because i—"

"what is it, y/n?"

"i can’t help but feel something for you," she blurted out, exasperated. "even though you’re mean and a total brat, i… i like having you around, even when you act like you don’t care. and that just makes me feel more frustrated, like i’m some lost cause."

"y/n," he began, but she wasn’t done.

"you push me away, and i don’t understand why. you’re so pretty and infuriatingly attractive, and i hate that i’m drawn to you, but here we are." she sighed, the weight of her confession pressing heavily on her. "and i’m sorry for being a mess. i really am, but sometimes it feels like you’re the only one who sees me. even if it’s from a distance."

dabi watched her in silence, his expression shifting from annoyance to something deeper. "you think that’s what i’m doing?" he asked finally, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "pushing you away?"

"maybe," she admitted, feeling the heaviness of the alcohol wrapping around her thoughts. "i don’t know. i just… i feel like every time i try to get closer, you shut me out. it’s like you want to keep me at arm’s length."

he was quiet for a moment, and she could see the gears turning in his head. "and you think i want you to feel like shit?" he asked finally, his tone softer now. "you’re not some joke to me, y/n. you’re just… complicated."

"complicated, huh?" she snorted, her frustration bubbling back to the surface. "that’s one way to put it. you’re so busy being an asshole that you don’t see how much i wish things were different."

"different how?" dabi asked, genuinely intrigued, and for a moment, it felt like she had his full attention.

y/n fidgeted on the bed, her heart racing as she tried to gather her thoughts. "different as in… sometimes i wish you could see me for more than just a nuisance," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "i get that i can be a mess, but it feels like i’m always just… your project to fix."

dabi shifted his weight, an unreadable expression on his face. "you really think i see you that way?" he asked, his tone surprisingly soft.

"i don’t know," she replied, frustration creeping back in. "you’re always so wrapped up in your own world, and it makes me feel like i’m chasing after you for attention. i guess… i just wish you could let me in. i want to be someone you want around, not just someone you tolerate."

he remained silent, watching her with an intensity that made her heart flutter and ache all at once. "you’re not just a project, y/n." he finally said, his voice low. "but you’ve got to understand that i’m not great at this stuff. i’m not the guy who knows how to make things easy."

"yeah, i get that. but…" she sighed, struggling to find the right words. "it’s hard not to feel something more when you’re the one who shows up for me, even when i’m at my lowest. it’s like i can’t help but want you to be part of my life, in every way. and that scares me."

dabi opened his mouth as if to respond, but then fell silent again, letting the weight of her words hang between them. y/n could feel the tears pricking at her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away, not wanting to show that kind of vulnerability. "i’m such a dumbass," she mumbled, forcing a laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. "i shouldn’t be pouring my heart out to you when i’m like this."

"y/n—"

"no, really, forget it," she interrupted, her voice cracking. "i just… i don’t want you to think i’m some lovesick idiot or anything. it’s just hard to ignore what i feel when you’re right here, acting like you don’t care. i’m sorry for being such a mess."

dabi let out a sigh, unable to speak, and only shook his head in frustration. y/n wasn’t the only one at a crossroads. he too knew that there was something up with the way he felt. he always felt it, but the feeling only got stronger when he was around y/n. the feelings brought him confusion, and dabi hated that feeling, hence the reason why he took it out on y/n anytime they were in the same vicinity of one another.

right now, he was failing to realize his true feelings. he failed to point out what it was exactly. he hated the feeling, and as he stared down at y/n, whose eyes were gradually heavying with sleep as stray tears dried, it only worsened.

he knew something was there, and it killed him since he didn’t know what.

---

as the morning light streamed through the curtains, y/n slowly stirred awake on her bed, the remnants of last night flooding her mind like a relentless tide. the dull ache in her head reminded her of the shots she'd had-and the impulsive confession she'd made to dabi. she sat up, rubbing her temples, and glanced around her room, half-expecting to find him sprawled beside her. but the bed was empty, and a wave of relief washed over her.

after a moment, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the wooden floor cool against her bare feet. y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. she stood up, feeling slightly unsteady, and made her way to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and brush the taste of last night's mistakes from her mouth. the cool water helped, but did little to erase the embarrassment now gnawing at her chest.

once she felt somewhat human again, she headed downstairs, the house settling into its usual stillness. glancing into the living room, y/n was surprised to see dabi lying on the couch, still fast asleep. the sight of him made her cringe, her mind replaying fragments of last night's disaster. she sighed, scolding herself as she stepped into the kitchen and set the kettle on the stove.

the kettle's whistle was loud, painfully so, and she cringed, knowing it might wake him. grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, she placed them on the counter, her mind swirling with thoughts of how to navigate the morning ahead. she wanted to avoid him, but the temptation to face him and clear the air was stronger.

while the memories of the night were hazy, she recalled enough to feel mortified-her indirect confession, the sting of tears, and the bitter taste of regret. she felt like a mess, and her pounding headache only confirmed it.

y/n rubbed her eyes, trying to shake the weight of last night's events, but dabi's voice cut through her thoughts.

"morning."

she poured hot water over the tea bags she'd placed in the mugs, nodding in response as she turned to hand him one. his hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, and the remnants of sleep lingered in his eyes. "morning," she muttered quietly.

just as she was about to leave the kitchen, his hand caught her wrist. "what are you doing?"

her gaze avoided his, her usual confidence nowhere to be found until he spoke up again. "about last night-"

"forget about last night," she interrupted, her voice wavering. "i was drunk. didn't mean to say all that bullshit. i'm sorry."

"why are you apologizing?"

"because last night was a complete shit-show. i can't handle my liquor, and i don't even know why i drank so much, but i regret it. i put us in an awkward situation, and i'm sorry for that." she spoke in one hurried breath, not giving him a chance to respond before continuing. "i'm not expecting anything from you out of pity for feelings i know can't be returned. i just... i'm sorry."

she tried to pull away from his grip, but he held her in place. "touya, it's fine. let go. keeping me here, forcing me to face you, is torture."

"you done whining?"

"i'm not whining." her brow furrowed as she finally met his gaze with a glare. he set his tea down on the counter, and before she could react, his hands were on her cheeks, pulling her in close.

"touya..." she whispered cautiously.

"don't freak out."

and with that, his lips were on hers, warm and firm, leaving no room for doubt. it was a rash decision on dabi's part, driven by a feeling he didn't fully understand. but it was real, and for once, he wasn't running from it.

there was no hesitation, no second thoughts, just the warmth of the moment. y/n's hands instinctively gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips moved in sync. dabi's hand slipped to her waist, tugging her toward him until their bodies were pressed together, a sigh escaping his lips.

the kiss broke suddenly, leaving y/n breathless and dabi smirking slightly. "i think that went better than your confession. i win."

"shut up, touya. it's not a competition."

"oh yeah?" he teased, but his voice softened as he let out a deep sigh. for dabi, apologies didn't come naturally. he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze as he leaned against the counter. "look," he began gruffly, "i'm not good at this. feelings, whatever. you already know that, so don't act surprised."

y/n remained silent, her eyes focused on him, waiting.

"i didn't mean to make you think i didn't care," he continued, clearly struggling with his words. "i just... don't do all the emotional crap. alright?"

the silence between them was palpable, her gaze heavy on him as he clenched his jaw in frustration.

"i don't know what the hell i'm supposed to say. i didn't even realize i was feeling... anything until recently. and you think i know how to handle that?" he laughed dryly, rubbing a hand over his face. "i'm not used to it. but i don't want you thinking i don't give a damn."

finally, he met her eyes, his expression more serious than usual. "i want to be with you. i don't know how to say it right, and i'll probably mess up again, but... i'm not blowing you off. this is just... new for me."

he shoved his hands in his pockets, half-turning as if he were done, but then muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for her to hear, "i care, y/n. more than i thought i could. so... there. happy now?"

it wasn't the most graceful confession, but for dabi, it was as close to vulnerability as y/n had ever seen. and she accepted it, even if she couldn't resist teasing him.

"wow, touya," she said, crossing her arms. "that was almost... cute. maybe you should write a book on feelings. 'how not to apologize 101."

"oh, fuck off, y/n."

with a sudden pull, dabi wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her toward the couch. "what are we doing?" she asked, stumbling slightly. "barely got any sleep last night because of you," he grumbled, settling back and pulling her onto his chest. "so, we're fixing that." he sighed. "what if i don't want to sleep?"

"you do realize talking to me instead of sleeping is like asking a cat to fetch, right?" he groaned, pulling her closer.

"fine."

"thanks," he muttered, closing his eyes. "and y/n?" his voice was soft now. "hmm?" she questioned.

"i'm shit at communication so i know i don't have the right to say this, but promise me it won't take you getting wasted to tell me something that important again."

"deal."

"no. say you promise."

"i promise, touya."

with a kiss on her forehead, silence fell between them-this time, it was peaceful, a welcome contrast to the chaos of the night before.

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[carrot-felisidad]

Details I loved in SVSSS (and I'm reading the book).

1. Luo Binghe is from an Artists' Peak. For completing his arts education under the loving tutelage of Shen Yuan, he became a typical art kid: Overly dramatic, has anxiety, no bitches, possessive/obsessive, and cries 'why nobody loves me' during shower after abyss.

2. Shen Yuan's Luo Binghe is not that good at sex (mentioned in volume 4). GOOD POINT WITH REASON.

I'm glad that the novel did not fall to the typical BL trope in where top is always amazing in everyway. Tired of those tbh. I love Bingmei's imperfections.

3. Shen Yuan still has trashy personality (or the author is the trashy one, idk). But as an avid reader of a stallion porn novel, stereotypically, he is quite a trash (incel is the term, I think). He is still sexist, and his internal monologues go straight to objectifying women. Like, how Sha Hualing is described with her sexiness in mind despite being a capable demoness general herself. Stupid author, stupid novels.

4. It may not be that Shen Yuan is a trashy male, it could be that he's just really gay for the MC of PIDW and he will deny it until he dies (which he did, so now there's no denying). Because if he is just pure trash in his early 20s, he would not be as kind to everyone, changing the story inevitably.

5. We as readers are always told by Shen Yuan that original Luo Binghe is the best masculine representation, he is OP, he has protag halo, he solves the cases quickly by being OP, he is charming, he is the best of the best etc. However, one chapter in meeting this Binghe and Bingmei together, we inevitably realize that Binghe is an empty jackass, like the stereotypical jock in your wattpad stories. He's just OP, and then nothing else. He lacks depth, and it was delivered in such subtle way.

6. Liu Qingge was offended that he is not Shen Yuan's fated one. Attacked a whole demon lair for it.

7. Ning Yingying's over reaction upon Original Luo Binghe's familiarity towards her (Calling her Yingying instead of Ying-Shijie), tells us that any woman in Shen Yuan's fixed world would be perturbed of any hint of romantic relation with our Bingmei, saving all female characters from the tragic caricature.

[aseriesofunfortunatetexts]

ok so i only got into asoue a few months back but scrolling through ur blog is so interesting, mostly because like. what are you SEEING in the denouements. not in a mean way, in a “they got basically nothing in canon and i am very curious as to what’s going on in your head” way. i would love to know how you perceive them

don’t get me wrong i understand getting attached to minor characters more as much as the next autism riddled person but again i am very curious

[insert obligatory how dare you, they're the most precious boys ever! joke here]

Before we begin, I'm actually not autistic, so you can't use that as an explanation. I've been tested a lot through my life, due to other mental illnesses, and I always score so low it's almost uncanny. Hyper-fixating on nerd stuff is my One Thing that gives me points in tests, but that's it. So no, that's not the reason I like minor characters.

Ignoring the fact that this actually feels like a weird thing to have to explain at all, I'm gonna go ahead and answer anyway:

I have no idea. As in I don't know what happened initially, but I have a couple of theories. Firstly, I'm a whole ass Adult. Like, mid-thirties at this point. That means I'm more or less uninterested in creating content about the kids, because I do dick jokes and write smut and I don't personally feel like combining those with young characters. The Sugar Bowl Generation is where it's at for me. And if you've been around the fandom for a bit, you will have noticed that people who are into the SBG have to do quite a lot of legwork to keep ourselves stimulated. Our enclosure is pretty low on natural enrichment tbh.

That means you have to create your own fun. A puppy that's been left at home too long will inevitably start chewing on the furniture. A fangirl (gender neutral) will start conjuring up elaborate headcanons and characterizations and theories and dynamics from more-or-less thin air. It's the way of the world. Remember how Mystrade was a huge thing in the Sherlock fandom, despite them never interacting in canon? Yeah, it's a bit like that. There's a certain freedom to be found in it.

Only we do have some crumbs! Just spend half an hour at @snicketsleuth, and see how much you can string together from them. That's a very mixed metaphor, sorry. But my point stands.

The Denouements are a pretty niche focus, I'll give you that. However, what we have is so interesting to me. Like, the fucking Spotter's Guide that @lyeekha made actually goes a long way to explain my initial infatuation. I love some deceit and mystery that can be unravelled by careful observation of micro expressions, you know? It's very satisfying.

And I just love them, you know? I can't explain it better than that. I'd drop in the fact that I'm very physically attracted to Max Greenfield in the role(s), but I'm pretty sure that's obvious. And it doesn't matter nearly as much as my fascination with the essence of the characters that I've so carefully cobbled together from scraps I found on the trash heap of canon (how's that for a metaphor though?)

Does that help at all?

[ralkana]

NaClYoHo Day 4

Took the bags of trash and recycling I'd gathered up over the last few days out to the bin.

Took down my Halloween wreath.

Put away the last of the Halloween decorations. I think. I keep finding ones I forgot about. I hope I don't find anymore bc I'd need a bigger tote to store them in!

Paid my car registration and another bill.

Ordered some new jeans, since I realized yesterday that the pair I was wearing was succumbing to the inevitable inseam destruction.

Actually threw that pair away instead of thinking, 'oh I can get another couple of days out of these!' - quite proud of myself for that one!

Measured a poster I've had for at least six years so that I can buy a frame for it.

Cleaned off one of the end tables in the living room and emptied the little trash can by it that I missed yesterday.

Checked the mailbox and sorted about a week's worth of current mail into keep/shred/recycle.

Finished going thru the enormous bag of old mail and bills I found yesterday. I thought it would take longer to go thru tbh. I still have to shred everything that needs to be shredded, but I'm going to do it gradually, bc I don't want my shredder to burn out!

Not bad for a day when I had to get up at 4 for work after getting about an hour and a half of sleep! Did nap a bit, though.

[ellecdc]

Hey Elle 🥲😮‍💨 I have decided I hate the month of May. I've been having so many issues with my apartment complex and my car is in the shop and my insurance got lost in the apartments database (again.) and my lease is up soon and i have a less than a week to decided if I'm moving or not. So i haven't really been present on Tumblr recently. and for someone who's on it everyday that's huge for me. So obviously this is a little late but....

HAPPY 2K!!!!!!! how do you feel?? That's huge dude! 2,000 adopted children is wild. But you totally deserve every single one! I have so much of your work to catch up on, so i apologize for the inevitable spam you will receive from me in the future.

And if its alright I'd like to be match made? If that's okay.

My favorite color is a deep blue, like a deep ocean blue. My favorite pass time is currently playing Disney dream light valley (guilty pleasure) and painting, especially if its splattering and messy. Because its a comfort movie my been watching a lot of 10 things i hate about you recently, but show wise I've been obsessed with Dimension 20's Fantasy High Junior Year. (its a dnd show so idk if it counts but yeah) and my favorite animal (other than Nemo) is probably a racoon, just good old fashioned trash pandas. (I'm not proud of how long it took me to think of an animal other than my cat that matter enough to me 😅)

Also sorry this message is so long and for the little dump at the beginning

The roughest time babes, I’m so sorry! Hope things smooth out for you asap and this is but a moment in time! xx

I’m going to say Barty and James!

I think James would love dream light valley tbh and you cannot tell me Barty wouldn’t fuck up some DnD truly - also splattering and messy painting? Sign both of them up plsss

Also raccoons are so barty coded idk why 🫶

[theresoneicouldcallking]

i think one issue is that many people in the 911 fandom are not taking appropriatere expectations into account – for characters and ships and arcs. 911 is not and has never been a show like Fleabag or Ted Lasso or others, where everything is meticulously planned from the very beginning to lead to a specific ending. i know many analyze 911 like it is but... it's simply not written that way.

911 is a show that lives from drama to drama, conflict to conflict, season to season. 911 does not have a specified ending planned for each character that it tries to work towards over a course of a specified amount of seasons. this is why i think people gotta take a look at Grey's Anatomy as a leading example for a drama show and learn a thing or two about how the caracters were used there. the writing is not stellar and the arcs often feel nonsensical and the characters keep learning without truly learning and many decisions feel dumb or OOC at one point or another. things get retconned, details get lost or rewritten, decisions that feel endgame will be suddenly thrown into the trash 5 seasons later for the sake of drama, beloved characters get ruined on the way.

911 is thankfully not as bad with the romance drama specifically,but it deals with the same problems as other shows from the same genre. characters are supposed to hold our interest for as long as possible to bring money. story and character continuity eventually suffer until you do not even recognize the characters anymore because these characters were simply not fully written and developed beforehand. the writers of 911 do not know everything about the characters either yet because they keep expanding on them for every new season. and they probably also don't know where they are going with them yet. because... does anyone really think that they know how long the show will continue? will we get 2 more seasons, or 5, or 7? pretty sure we as just as wise as the showrunners at this point. with drama shows like 911, you can never know because many decisions are not story-driven but money-driven. this is why these shows inevitably just cannibalize themselves at some point because the showrunners keep milking a story for money instead of understanding where the story is at its peak and should be ended. look at how many shows started out strong but then overstayed their welcome and then lost the plot along the way, like Castle and The Walking Dead and many more.

idk i just am sad to see so many people keep being disappointed after every single episode like... i think expectation aren't being managed well. people who want a story with continuity and coherence should not look for that in a drama show like 911. they are not designed for it.

hi!

yeah you're right, and this goes for a lot of shows that i've watched. it's sad really, because there are so many beautiful parallels to use and throw back to, but mostly, i think it's just an accident on the writers part.

i've mostly managed to keep my expectations really low when it comes to buddie, especially in later seasons because it just didn't seem like the show would really go there with them. the back half of season 6 felt different to me, tho, especially the poker episode, and ryan's acting choices in that. not to mention some of the extremely awful queerbaiting some of the crewmembers did in bts stuff. and i think that goes for the majority of the buddie fandom. so i think that's why we got ourselves hyped up, and the let down was even worse.

i'm still holding out hope for monday, but tbh, knowing what i know about the episode so far (spoilers etc), i doubt it'll end with any hint of buddie going canon.

[tokyotheglaive]

FE14 for the ask meme (so answer everything, heheheh)!

oh BOY I haven't thought about this in a Hot Minute but apparently I still have Much Feelings (TM) about FE14. All answers below the break!

(Want to send me one? Want to see the original questions?)

the first character i ever fell in love with: Scarlet. As soon as I saw her, that was it, game over, everyone else step aside

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Saizo. I liked the idea of him and Kaze working as a parallel to Corrin and their sibs on opposite sides (at least if you do Conquest), but ultimately he fizzled for me

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Kagero/Orochi. I still like them, but I guess I like the memory of liking them? The fandom never really gave me the dynamic I craved, and I wasn't put together enough to ever write anything for them myself.

my ultimate favorite character™: Mozu. I know the Donnel archetype annoys a lot of people but I love her for it. Get big and strong, my daughter. Kill god. Rebuild your village. You deserve the world.

prettiest character: a ridiculously hard question when the whole cast is pretty (at minimum in the generic way) but I'd have to say Reina. That's just a pretty lady right there.

my most hated character: there is competition for this one because the characters I hate I really hate, but I think the winner for Tokyo's Most Hated is Laslow. I hate his stupid face. Why are you even here. Go bother someone who likes your trope.

my OTP: oh god this one is also hard if only because none of the ships really make OTP status for me. If I had to pick, I'd say probably Charlotte/money just kidding mostly Sakura/Hana

my NOTP: Camilla/anyone.

favorite episode: gonna pretend this means "favorite map"; my favorite Birthright map was the Woods of the Forlorn where you fight Leo because it had fantastic vibes; for Conquest, definitely the Great Bridge of Suzanoh where you fight Takumi, again for the vibes

saddest death: if we're talking canonical/inevitable deaths, then Oboro and Hinata at the aforementioned Great Bridge of Suzanoh. I Care Them Much.

favorite season: again, gonna pretend this means "favorite route". Also preparing for the ghosts of FE fans past to gang up on me as a fake fan because my favorite route was Birthright. Conquest made me angry with dumb decisions, and Revelations was what it was.

least favorite season: Conquest. Fuck Garon and playing his silly little games.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: uh oh I don't know who people love(d). uhhhhh do people like Kaden? Because I cannot stand him.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: ...Dwyer. Look, I know he's discount serial-numbers-filed-off L as a butler. Let me live.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: SCARLET. DESERVED. BETTER. Mozu also falls under this classification but she wasn't shafted by the narrative nearly as much.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I...straight up don't have one of these. This question is too judgmental, don't like it.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: tbh most of the ships in this game qualify for this. I'll say Ryoma/Scarlet but eh. I'm not too invested :P

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Y'know what I think I'm gonna just go full stupid and make a fnaf sb AU, where gregory DOESN'T somehow destroy the place, so ruin doesn't happen, but that doesn't mean shit isn't still fucked

On the upside, they finished the foxy log ride, and now glamrock foxy exists! Roxy isn't a fan of having to share space with him though.

On the downside, well... People are still going missing, vanny is still doing her thing, the daycare attendant seems to be losing his mind more than before, and... Well, chica still ends up in the trash compactor, because it's kinda inevitable with the way she is, but it probably happens somewhere in the middle of the AU's story because I want her to meet foxy first y'know

Monty is probably gonna get rekt at some point too tbh because he deserves it (I love and hate this gator, y'know?)

Anyways, IF I end up writing anything for this it's probably just gonna be concepts, and mostly just foxy interacting with the other animatronics because I think that's a neat idea

[teecupangel]

Before anything, if you haven’t read it yet, please check out the post from @fallenaj-2475 for a less bloody Desmond take on this because we’re going full serial killer for this reblog XD

From @thedragonqueen1998

Omg, love it! Serialkiller!Desmond sounds awesome! Just imagine, him staring down an Abstergo guard, while saying "You look a little lean, but i've cooked with worse." The guy would freak the ef out! 🤣 The others are probably "WTF DESMOND!", but tbh, a guy who decides to cook people is not the most mentally stable guy. XD OH! Desmond could be known as the "Butcher of New York". People find discarded body parts all over the place(Desmond knows to spread the trash over a wide and random area) and people ask Des how he's so unafraid walking home so late and he just goes "I'm not worried, nothings gonna happen to me".

You know what would be ‘fun’? If Desmond believes that there is no reason to waste any part of a ‘monster’ since the recipe does say ‘monster part’. Everything dissolves in the cauldron as long as he can make them fit and he just let the cauldron cook for hours.

Sure, his second hand electric stove was questioning his decisions each time he kept it on before going to sleep but, by the time his alarm goes off and he has to prepare for work, the cauldron was bubbling away.

No need to buy any blender or anything.

He does think it’s a bit disgusting adding hair in it so he shaves them first and throws the hair out in different parts of the city whenever he has free time.

Carrying the body became a non-issue after he just started lugging around a suitcase. No one really asks questions why Desmond has a suitcase and the other employees of Bad Weather never sees it because he hides it underneath the dumpster behind the bar.

Even if people see it there, it was fine.

He’d just get a new one (steal one, really).

It was better to… well… butcher one bad person than have to kill a lot of bad person.

He was trying to keep a low profile, after all.

But really…

He knew he was delaying the inevitable.

When the number of ‘missing’ people become too high, the annoying part of a society would start propping up.

Desmond knew he needed to start to think about how he should proceed since he was planning to keep making and using these elixirs.

Instead of a motorcycle, he was better off getting a trailer than he can use to drive around the country.

Maybe even think of a way to get enough money to leave the country altogether.

Europe was a much bigger place to drive around while Desmond does his… he wasn’t exactly a vigilante so ‘monster hunting’ side gig.

I just thought of something really gruesome.

So, was thinking of botw and totk and how you make tonics. And then thought of Des with Link’s powers. And had the thought. What if Des could make the potions from those games? But wait, that would require monster parts. And then l remembered a lovely line from BDG.

“And we all know the real monster is man. And cannibalism is frowned upon in New York.”

So if we were to say the real monsters are Templars. Well…..they’re not necessarily in New York? And the other ingredients are just things like flowers or bugs? Strength Pot Des anyone?

Cannibalism in this one XD

Desmond could have gotten some kind of ‘recipe book’ while dumpster diving.

He was just looking for stuff he could fix and use or maybe even decoration for his new small apartment.

He though the book looked alright. Didn’t have a name or anything in it and all the pages looked handwritten so he took it with him to read when he was bored.

Oh. And the small cauldron it was in looked good enough to use after some heavy scrubbing.

The first page looked weird.

It only said ‘1 monster part and 1 ~ 4 hightail lizard or hot-footed frog’

Monster part???

He thought of it as maybe just someone writing whatever they wanted, like some kind of story or something.

Until… someone tried to break inside his home.

Now, Desmond wasn’t exactly a pacifist but he was also not a pushover.

And then the thief had the gall to call Desmond’s home a shithole because it didn’t have anything worthwhile to steal and tried to stab him because he thought Desmond might have some cash on him.

During the altercation, Desmond managed to cut the thief’s hand near the kitchen where he was making frog soup using that cauldron (the frogs came from an Asian store with a sweet old lady who told him that they were ‘farm frogs’, her English wasn’t that good, and that they were good to eat in a soup)

The thief ran away, Desmond finished cooking his dinner and ate it…

Realizing he may have eaten the meat of what is absolutely not the skeleton of a frog.

Pretty sure it was a finger.

And that was the day Desmond became an accidental cannibal.

Fuck.

And because he was a slave to capitalist like everyone else, he had to go to work while trying to not freak out over eating a finger.

Maybe two.

Holy shit.

And then he wasn’t… tired at all? Like… he had to work overttime and he was still okay?

For some reason, his mind went straight to that book and about how “a monster part and 1~4 tiredless frogs” would give the drinker a boost on their stamina.

There was no way, right?

Right???

.

A month later, Desmond was mugged in some abandoned alleyway and he kicked the mugger’s ass. Unfortunately, during the altercation, Desmond plucked the mugger’s eye (heat of the moment, Desmond was trained to attack every weak point without mercy) and it was disgusting but then…

What if?

He returned home, dropped the eye in the cauldron and looked for anything he could try (not him, there’s a stray cat outside the apartment, he could just leave the soup out and they’d drink it, no harm, no foul… well, he had a human eye but that was beside the point).

There’s one that is supposed to make one faster and it needed ‘hot-footed frogs’ or ‘hightail lizards’. He went with lizards since he’d seen a few in the apartment just chilling.

He cooked the soup, went downstairs and left it by the dumpster.

He watched as the stray cat smelled it (he made sure that it was cooled before he left it) and began to lick it.

The cat’s licking began to be faster and then… it… It wasn’t like a cat that was zooming everywhere.

The cat was moving as normal.

But it was faster.

Holy shit.

Desmond just got some kind of witch brew book… that counted humans as monsters.

And… well…

There were a lot of bad people in New York and Desmond wasn’t really raised to have a rigid moral code.

[icharchivist]

"I need to help my friend (by beating him up) (because he asked)"

Danchou is the best lmao

Feather is such an ADHD icon tbh

Also, the music is so good here

It's a miracle Feather's VA is alive, considering that boy is basically yelling every word

I knew the director would be Ferdinand, god damn it all

Of course he killed the guy, not even surprised. Sigh

I will spit on your grave, old man

Digging through the trash is actually really clever

And oh no, Fiorito. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal etc

Feather is a good boy. And thank God, he finally acknowledged Randall as his true rival

"I don't know which way I'm going, I'm just going straight ahead" He's so stupid (affectionate)

we're the BEST of friends!!!

you're so right, Feather really is. tunel vision alright. the Music is SOOO Good yEAH

LKDJFLKDJFLKDFJLKFD IKR!! Feather's VA is super famous, it's Saito Soma, who's especially known for playing soft spoken suave motherfuckers (i was a big fan of his when i got into granblue (i listen to a lot of his songs and all) so i had my eyes on Feather really early on). Feather's voice is not the voice he usually puts on, or at least the one i'm used to, so that always really surprised me.

But yeah therefore to me it's even more like. how are you not exhausted. are you okay. is it alright. god.

FERDINAND BITCH.

everytime he does something terrible it's just always so in character i just want to kill him more <33

YEAH it really is!

Fiooo :(((( i guess it's no choice for her but :(

Feather is a good boy!! he's the goodest boy!!! and yeah, i think like, Feather hyperfocus very easily on his new obsession of the moment so much so he has tunnel vision and it's how he ends up only thinking about Ragazzo because he wants to fight him and know him, but at the end of the day, he still has strong foundations to who he is as a person even if he's not acknowledging it when he's in full tunnel vision mode. And Randall is part of this foundation of who he is as a person, because they've known each other for ever and always fueled each other forward and everything. I'm at least glad he does hold Randall this close to his heard like this.

he's so stupid <3333333333 pure of heart dumb of ass. I love him so much <3

[shions-songbirds]

Many thoughts, many angry and annoyed thoughts, however will not be posting them bc I just know someone will try to start something and I am not dealing with it

[fuckyeahkagepro]

ME, WANTING TO YELL ABOUT KAGEPRO NEWS:

me, sliding back into the shadows instead:

[the-lark-ascending69]

I think it depends on the reason why it was cancelled. I've seen people harrassing Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fans because they think the shows are "problematic" for reasons beyond my comprehension. I remember watching Hazbin Hotel and thinking... this is the shit all these chronically online babies are crying about? 😭😭 a perfectly normal show whose only crime was being edgy. I can't stand that shit, it's just so cringe to get your paties in a twist over "irredeemable media" or whatever the fuck they call it.

If we move onto more obvious examples... Harry Potter has been in people's hearts for decades, and J.K Rowling IS a talented writer. Dismissing the entire series as bad writing is way too simplistic because it does have an interesting story that most readers would enjoy. You can aknowledge that while also aknowledging and calling out the pervailing right-wing undertones of the books, that were there long before Rowling turned out to be a horrible person. Sometimes, it's genuinely good to engage with the viewpoint of people you fundamentally disagree with in every level. That's why I sometimes read the local far-right newspaper, and why it's good to read the most racist anthropological texts from the 19th century - you need to have a good understanding of the ideas you oppose. You can't just oppose them blindly and mindlessly. And I don't mean the only way to engage with Harry Potter is to hate-read it - you can read books you already own or go to the local library, pirate them, borrow them from a friend etc and see for yourself what the whole discourse is about. And if you go in with an open, critical mind, you will probably find something to enjoy, be it the aesthetic, the characters, the story or whatever, as well as noticing all the problems within the text. Cancelling anyone who has some level of appreciation for the books means to see people in black and white metrics - you can't just mindlessly consume them as if Rowling had no connection to them, but you can't expect everyone to throw them in the trash like they're only ever deserving of hate. I personally think the best way to engage with them is to read them without giving Rowling any money, and seriously and genuinely take your time to be critical of them without hate-reading. Don't go in looking for things to hate because you will inevitably miss the point and make senseless, baseless arguments. The problems will present to you on their own if you're well-educated and know how to identify them. If you find yourself enjoying parts of it, you're not a criminal for doing so. It's a normal result of engaging critically with a text.

There IS a difference between that, though, and being a genuine potterhead in the year of our Lord 2024. Harry Potter games, merch, fandoms, movies etc are all products that further legitimize the series as a normal book series that you can read with the same level of trust with which you'd read Percy Jackson, when in reality, they're closer to Lovecraft's works. There are things to enjoy about Lovecraft's books. Lovecraft was also deeply racist and his books reflect that. You need to know that before you read them and engage with them being particularly critical. If you participate in the legitimation of Harry Potter as a normal element in pop culture, you fail to establish it as a deeply problematic series that needs certain care going into it. It can't be just another normal book anymore, and you can't just give all your money to someone like Rowling. I don't think anyone who does that is a bad and hateful person. I think most people fail to see the severity of their actions, and that marks them as irresponsible, if anything. Something I do not respect.

Now, about Stranger Things... the biggest problem I'm aware of is Noah Schapp's genocide apologia. Tbh I hate that little shit, I hope he never gets another role after this. You can talk about the problem that causes in production - he plays a main character so you can't kick him out or kill his character off-screen, so the other option would be cancelling the whole show, which is not happening. Only happy ending is the Noah Schnapp Redemption Arc that no one is waiting for (also not happening). And look, Stranger Things is one of the biggest shows of the decade. It's not going anywhere. Everyone is going to watch it. If you don't want to watch it in support of Palestine, that's valid, but the truth is that it's not going to change anything. The idea that you can do activism by simply watching or not watching a show is ridiculous and juvenile. You can watch and enjoy Stranger Things while talking about its many problems: Its poor treatment of non-white characters. American capitalist propaganda. To a lesser lebel, its misogyny and homophobia. Writing problems (the least of our concerns, but not an invalid complaint). The fact they completely ghosted Argyle's actor (???). Thankfully, human beings are capable of complex thought and we can engage critically with media we like. I don't think Stranger Things and its fandom should be cancelled on social media - you can't do that with such a huge fanbase. I think Noah Schnapp definitely should. I won't stop watching a show just because he's in it, but I certainly won't go out looking for his shows and movies because of some kind if love for the actor. I have no love or respect for this person. I also understand there are more effective ways of standing for Palestine. Study Palestinian history, talk about it whenever possible, understand zionism as best as you can, donate if possible. Fight against zionist ideology in your culture with well-founded arguments. Whether or not you watch Stranger Things will change nothing. There's no need to feel guilty when literally everyone else will be watching it, too. Don't waste your time feeling bad over a show, invest that energy into studying instead.

Idk what other actor drama is going on at the ST set but I honestly feel like whatever it is, it's not worse than what's going on in my country so I just feel... tired, indifferent and less motivated to get into discourse online and more worried about all public universities being on the brink of closing down due to lack of funds. That shit really puts things into perspective for you. Suddenly your silly little comfort ships become your Comfort Space and you don't feel the need to justify them to anyone.

Do you judge people if they like something that has been "cancelled"? (Like if a specific actor or actors have said or done something controversial or that you don't exactly agree with do you assume they are now a bad person?)

[coolspacequips]

Y'know what I hate tho, when any survivor starts rambling on about trust at any point lmao.... They sound truly unhinged, especially bc you have most certainly watched them tell lie after lie before taking someone to task for being dishonest 🙄 that's how you know they're scrambling for clout lol

Ppl talk about how the newer episodes are faster-paced, and it's because everyone that goes on the show knows how it works, or thinks that they do. They all start negotiating straight out of the gate, and end up finessing the truth to fit their narrative to some degree, you should Know that when your go on!

[thatiranianphantom]

i wanted to give jt a chance because i love jug and i wanted him to be happy while betty went off to do whatever with archie for awhile. the jt friendship seemed like it had potential and i was optimistic this would be a fun ‘in between’ romance for both jug and tabitha.

then they started dating. ive really never seen anything like it. both very lovable characters, perfect situation, HORRIBLE execution. i’ve never seen two people have less chemistry in my life and this is coming from someone who has sat thru way too many bad tv shows. what is the deal there though fr? why do you think it’s so bad? i still can’t figure it out tbh—

i think i’d rather watch ba and trust me that is really saying something because i freaking HATE them lol

Agreed, anon!

I will openly admit I am biased to BH but that tends to shut me off of ships like BA, but I'd venture to say my dislike of JT had very little to do with ship preferences. I didn't like it, wouldn't have chosen it, but if it was a brief fling it could have had some potential before inevitably going back to their OG ships.

As you said, then they started dating. It truly looks like they're being forced to interact at gunpoint. As I've said I've seen LOTS of ships I hated on TV, but I've never seen two actors more clearly communicate that they cannot even stand to be in the same room as each other. At a certain point, I was less looking for chemistry and more looking for them being somewhat tolerant of each other? It was that bad. The J*bitha effect should be studied. Should I ever take a pop culture course, I will do an analysis on this very phenomenon, and why instead of saying "oh, this is actually the most unpopular pairing CW wide and is dragging the most popular character down, maybe we should end this" they just pressed in harder. Truly incredible. Could only be the work of a mediocre man failing up.

As to why, well...you know what my opinion on this is controversial, as is my wont and my reputation but I'll stick it behind a cut anyway.

First of all, part of it is acting ability. I'm sorry, I have nothing against her as a person, but Erinn Westbrook is not a good actress. She just isn't. In her earlier scenes as more of a side character, they could get away with it because she wasn't on screen much and was kinda propped up by other, better actors? But Cole is the kind of actor that needs a good scene partner. Lili is one of the most talented actors, so they work well as a pairing. But Erinn...she just reads her lines. It is truly to her detriment that they had more scenes with her in later episodes. She and Cole can't pull any genuine responses out of each other, and the chemistry dies there. It's not just Cole, too. In her scenes with Cami, you can see Cami trying to pull some genuine responses out of her and getting nothing. Again, nothing against Erinn as a person. Maybe she'd do better in other roles, who knows. But this was in my mind a contributing factor to why JT was so bad. Also, while I don't think the actors disliked each other and don't think there was any sort of drama on set, I think they did have different personalities and they don't strike me as the type that would hang out ordinarily if given the choice. That's pure spec, but yeah.

I think the other elements just came down to bad writing, bad storylines and whatever the opposite of lightning in a bottle is. A perfect storm for good, but kinda the opposite as a perfect storm for bad.

I don't like BA obviously but at least it appeared they could stand to be in the same room? It was quite a time that season. Part of what made the OGs work is it paired up weaker actors with stronger actors, but they threw all that in the trash in 5 and 6 and paired their weak actors together. And the result was....this.

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Hey ploy! Bat here 🦇 I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering, what do you think Billy & Stu’s fave music would be? Like would they only listen to one genre? Would it be more eclectic? What’s your take? 😊 Hope things are going well in your world anyways and that you’re having a nice week!

BAAAAAAT. I'm doing well bby! Just chillin' and writin'. And yeah, I mentioned this in a couple of previous ask, so Ill compile that into HC form and expand on it here!

Billy and Stu Music Headcanons

I see Stu as having the most basic fratboy taste in music. Like popular party songs or pop songs.

It's like this fucked up juxtaposition between his darker thoughts/impulses and love for gore and horror, and his general bro-ish clothing style and music taste lmao.

He isn't a music snob though, quite the opposite! If he likes how it sounds, he'll listen to it regardless of genre. I can see him making fun of heavy metal though and trashing Korn because he's got basic taste lmao.

Billy likes alternative rock a lot. He's also a fan of grunge, nu metal, and classic rock.

He tolerates pop and all other genres, they're okay. Hates country.

He's a slight music snob tbh, and he'll argue tastes, but it's not something he's like super passionate about, so it won't get mega heated. But he will inevitably think his music taste is superior to others'

I can see them both getting super into Indie music if you introduce them to it.

Especially in a modern AU. I can see Billy especially liking indie music in that setting. Maybe even preferring it.

Stu would still be into pop and party songs in a Modern AU, but he'd also fuck HEAVILY with R&B.

Stu would like K-Pop, and would simp for BTS. Billy would hate K-pop and hate when Stu blasts it.

Stu loooves TikTok songs that get popular. Billy would like the ones that get popular on Alt TikTok.

If you introduce Billy to video game OSTs, he'd lowkey love them. Especially the more guitar heavy ones or ones with a kind of grand epic feel to them.

Stu loves meme songs. He almost died when he wouldn't stop singing Baby Shark. You had to physically throw yourself in front of Billy to stop him from beating Stu's ass.

Anyone walks into their apartment/dorm/house and they'll hear chillhop playing in the background as white noise during the day.

I feel like Billy would be into music for the lyrics for coping reasons, so he goes more for meaning; Stu just likes anything that's pleasing to the ear and catchy, regardless of lyrics.