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rayveneyed · 3 months ago

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that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?

cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol

the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.

red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!

it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.

not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.

(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)

through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.

he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—

“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”

oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.

he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.

“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”

something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—

“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”

gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.

they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.

“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”

kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”

“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”

he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”

“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”

nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.

“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”

a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”

kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.

this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.

“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”

kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”

that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—

“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”

but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”

nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.

maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.

nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.

for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?

kento’s fingers flex.

a beat passes.

and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”

then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.

“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.

“you piss me off.”

“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”

his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”

“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”

“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”

haibara. riko. yaga.

“mm.”

they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.

a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.

“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”

“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.

“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”

“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”

“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.

“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.

“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”

“just drink your damn drink.”

by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:

“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"

kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.

when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.

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a-fluffer-nutter · 11 months ago

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Dragon Darts

A/N - Hey @gladdygirl18 sorry it's taken so long, but I'm your Squealing Santa! I may have made the wrong turn and missed your chimney, but I am finally here with your present! I tried to get this done before the new year, but I've been sick for three weeks and my car just got broken into, so I'm super sorry about the delay! I hope you like it and I want to thank @squealing-santa and @hypahticklish for all of this!

Word Count: 1,260

Playing hide-and-seek with a man who owns two ghost-types was a poor choice, Raihan realized quickly into their game. He didn’t really expect Leon to cheat – well, yes he did, but he had some sort of hope for a fair game – and his smile slipped off his face once he heard Dragapult’s cry from the other room.

Raihan’s turn had gone perfectly. He had no need to use his Pokémon, it was just a simple game of hide-and-seek.

He didn’t quite remember how this little game came about, something about Leon boasting to be the best at all games played by children or something like that, but in an instant, Raihan wanted to call his bluff and Leon was scurrying off to hide.

For a man who had the worst sense of direction, Leon was actually fairly capable at finding a hiding spot. It took Raihan a good ten minutes to find him. It mostly took this long as Raihan had absolutely no idea that Leon could wedge himself behind the washing machine and the wall, but by golly did he do it. Raihan must have passed him a good twenty times before spotting him. After that performance, Raihan knew he had to up his game to beat Leon’s time.

Leon using his Pokémon was definitely cheating though.

Raihan took pride in his height, standing at a good six and a half feet. What people didn’t know is that despite his tall frame, he was incredibly flexible thanks to his slight build, which made clambering over the fridge and into a small cabinet not too difficult. He knew Leon would never check here, but all bets were off once Dragapult entered the game.

“Dragon Darts,” Leon whispered, while pointing down the hall. “Find him for me, if you will.”

Dragapult let out a low cry as he shot two Dreepy from his head. The duo cheered in delight as they sped through Raihan’s house, phasing through the walls as they flew. Leon chuckled as they went off, Dragapult still at his side.

“Am I cheating?” Leon asked, looking up at Dragapult. The Pokemon nodded with a grumble, which made Leon smile. “Well, I guess. Oh, well.”

Raihan could hear the Dreepy coming closer. The duo had split up to cover more ground, and one of them was making a beeline to the kitchen.

Raihan’s hands shook as the Dreepy flew around, zooming back and forth in front of his hiding spot. As anticipation swelled through his veins, Raihan threw his hands over his mouth, fearing the noise he could potentially utter if spooked by any sort of sound. The Dreepy paused after a few minutes of pacing the small kitchen. It let out a groan, which gave Raihan some hope that the ghost-type would just fly on into the next room, but of course he couldn’t be that lucky.

“Hi,” Raihan mouthed as the Dreepy phased through the cabinet door with half of his body. Eyes widening, the Dreepy let out a scream, flashing a toothy grin at the man. Sighing, Raihan reached out a hand to pet the darling Pokémon, knowing that it wasn’t its fault that Leon was playing dirty.

“Found you Raihan,” Leon called and Raihan could just visualize his cocky smirk he had as he walked into the kitchen. “Raihan, where…oh in Arceus’ name,” Leon let out a chuckle as he looked up at the Dreepy, which had now spun around so only the wispy back half was visible to Raihan, “How, Raihan, how?”

“Arsehole,” Raihan simply remarked as he heard Leon trying to scramble up the side of the counter. The door swung open; Leon’s face brightened sweetly once he saw Raihan in his tight hiding place.

“Well, that’s not very kind,” Leon prodded Raihan’s side while wearing a fake pout.

Raihan recoiled into the side of the cabinet, slamming his shoulder with all his weight. His lips quirked into a frown when he looked back at Leon, whose shit eating grin took over half his face.

“I’ll bloody stab you, mate. Leon!” Raihan let out a yelp once Leon poked him again.

“This is gonna be so much fun,” Leon laughed as he brought both hands down on his best friend’s torso.

Raihan definitely did not shriek, no. He could never do that. Never.

Cackling laughter poured from his lips as Leon skittered his fingers along any sensitive parts that he could reach. Due to Raihan’s positioning, he had his knees bent up and his feet pressed against the other side of the cabinet. This allowed all access to the backs of his thighs, and Leon was going to have a field day.

“You arsehole!” Raihan screamed as one hand scratched the underside of his thigh and the other wormed its way under his arm. In no position to move, Raihan just sunk as far back as he could and laughed.

“You’re not fighting back,” Leon mused, shifting his weight slightly. He was sitting on his knees, and while his legs were starting to ache, Leon could not let this opportunity pass. “What’s wrong? Are you stuck or do you just like this?”

Dragapult and the two Dreepy let out small huffs of amusement as Raihan just cursed, wiggling as much as he could. One of the two Dreepy had a brilliant idea, so he smacked his brother with excitement. The other Dreepy grumbled, frowning from being distracted from the delightful show they were watching, though he brightened up once his brother revealed his plan. Flapping his arms, the Dreepy let out a wail, following his brother into the cabinet right next to the one Raihan was in. Both phasing through the side of the cabinet, they appeared beside Raihan’s head, one on each side, and began to nuzzle into the trainer’s neck.

“Okay! Stahahp!” Raihan exclaimed after a few more minutes, his deep belly laughs were becoming hoarse and weak.

“Fine by me,” Leon snickered, pulling his arms back and jumped off the counter. “My arms were about to fall off!”

“Oh, boo hoo,” Raihan growled, though he still had a wobbly smile.

The two Dreepy flew down to Leon and purred, rubbing their bodies against his shoulders. Dragapult just rolled his eyes, though he had thoroughly enjoyed watching the shenanigans. This scene wasn’t too uncommon. Leon was always sweeping Raihan off his feet and throwing him onto the couch or against a wall to tickle the hell out of him. It was the big brother energy that he was always exerting, though Raihan was six months Leon’s senior. Dragapult often had to drag the two apart, along with Leon’s other Pokémon. Of course, Raihan’s Pokémon were usually present, but they never tried to help him. Only Flygon really cared, wanting Raihan to be victorious in these little fights, but her favor was usually won over by Leon rather quick, as he always kept little mints in his pocket that she loved.

“You are the absolute worst,” Raihan glared, looking down at his best friend.

“But that’s why you love me,” Leon batted his lashes.

“You know I’m going to kill you, right?”

“Yep.”

“Wanna make this easy or hard?”

“Bye,” Leon replied as an answer, as he darted off, blowing a raspberry as he ran.

“Of course,” Raihan rolled his eyes, then glanced over at Dragapult. The two Dreepy had returned to their spots atop Dragapult’s head, where they looked eager for more action. “Can you by chance to me a favor?”

Dragapult nodded, grumbling in amusement.

“Alright. Dragapult, use Dragon Darts.”

#tickle fic #rose writes #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa #pokemon #raihan #champion leon

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lyss-butterscotch · 1 year ago

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btw im obsessed over furina too shes literally just me and if you by aaany chance wanna ramble about her feel free to, tis an invitation. if not thats fine too! boop

Omg kiki hi!!! You have no idea that i just like buried my face to a pillow cuz oh gee golly gosh oh sovereigns above this girl. THIS GIRL.

[Obvious spoilers for fontaine archon quests and furinas story quest]

Literally abnormal about her she deserves all in the world. We have hands to give furina pats on the head we can speak so we can tell furina she did it i am so jdhdjsyshjsjsjsn waaaaaaaaa

I love how they paced her characterization throughout each patch, idk i just feel like its well paced. The first patch shows that shes all bark and no bite. All the flare all the drama with neuvillette being the one truly working the system (you can see it in the patch art too!). I just couldnt understand how she is oh so shamelessly show offy when she literally has nothing to show for but her title like damn i felt bad for neuvillette for dealing with her. But the way she falters and hesitates, just makes you think theres something else going on. But i still felt like she HAS a bite, she just for some reason doesnt use it so i was just expecting her to break and show power later on.

Then act two. Man i never wanted to punch a character so bad like arlecchino LEAVE HER ALONE MAN SHE DOES NOT DESERVE THIS SLANDER. Its when i start to think shes not the god after all. She keeps saying she has plans but its 'secret', as much as i wanna defend her arlecchino was right. She has nothing to show for, she has no plan, no act to help fontaine so what is there to defend? But she CLEARLY cares for the prophecy so WHY ISNT SHE DOING ANYTHING. Arlecchino saying that furina might not be a god after all just makes me even more insane about the plot. Like okay theres no way the gnosis isnt in the oratrice and neuvillette is the sovereign so what the hell is going on with furina???

Then the final patch. Omg oh god oh golly oh my lords above. I hate how even as she got duped into a trial she is still trying to keep up her bark. The way she says 'THE TRIAL OF THE HYDRO ARCHON SHALL NOW BEGIN' with so much fervour like she is STILL trying. It made me think shes gonna reveal some super important bg plot shes been working on to make us go 'wow she really is a great archon'. BUT THEN. BUT THEN SHE GETS OUTED FOR NOT KNOWING WHY THE ORATRICE LET OUT A WRONH VERDICT, NOT WANTING TO SHOW OFF HER HYDRO POWERS, AND BEING AFFECTED BY PRIMORDIAL SEA WATER???

Like at that point i think furina youre done. Its over. But the way she cried and begged for people to believe her still WAAAAAAAA. LIKE GIRL WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING STOP THIS HURTS TO WATCH. Then she goes full catatonic once the trial is over urgh bby no :(

AND THEN THE WHOLE FOCALORS LORE DROPPED AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, ALL HER DRAMA AND BARK MAKES SENSE. AND THE WAY IT REVEALS THAT NOT ONLY DID FURINA ***NOT*** KNOW FOCALORS' PLAN, IT ALSO MEANS SHE THOUGHT THAT HER FAILING THE TRIAL MEANS ***SHE*** WAS GONNA BE THE REASON FONTAINE WAS GONNA DROWN. AAAAAAAGAFAFDAADFAGAAGSHS

I hate how focalors specified that furina had to act like 'how people think gods act' and not just 'act like a god'. I hate it. I hate how she was trying to be nice but in fear that itll blow her cover she had to shine brighter to blind the people, when there was nothing to show underneath it. Dies dies dies!!!!!!!!!

As much as i hate that they didnt really show furina moving out of the palais mermonia. I think its fitting. How shes so tired of all the flair she has to put up she really just... wanted to leave. Be done with it. No flare just slips away silently.

Im glad that she and neuvillette is still in good terms, i think atleast after 500 years of putting an act together + neuvi finding out the shit she had to go through, he'd atleast have some form of camaraderie or respect for her. The fact that he is supportive of her being involved in a performance after she moved out is so waaaaaa she deserves it!!!! I think its clear that despite her needing a break, performing what she wants is something she likes to do and im glad she has something thats entirely her own going on for her :)

Also also la vaguelette is the song ever. I hope hyv is happy that they made a song that can make me cry 1 second in. Literally best song after yunjins opera song. They did not hold back and my heart weeps everyday.

Also the fact that now she just eats macaroni everyday is a mood. Boop

#okay sorry long rant #but i am abnormal about her #focalors dude like give her a break #lyssten to my rambles

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hoeratius · 1 year ago

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I’m doing my dissertation with Flowers in the Attic as a case study! Penny for your thoughts?

Okay, with the caveat that I haven’t a clue what your dissertation is on so not sure how relevant any of these thoughts are – here I go!

Note – this contains spoilers for Flowers in the Attic.

Who is the target audience for Flowers in the Attic?

This is not me describing the target audience.

This is me not having a clue what the intended audience is for a book that features phrases like "Oh, golly-lolly!" as well as erotic descriptions of a toddler’s underwear.

I read this for the first time when I was about 12 and again now I’m nearing my thirties. The first time round, it felt naughty and like I was reading something that was clearly Adult Literature. Now, I see the childlike phrases and excessive use of exclamation marks and think it’s not just because of the narrator, but because of the audience as well.

Like, this book is twee.

It’s about so many layers of incest and child abuse and neglect and religious extremism and repression and it somehow manages to be twee. HOW?

The incest (let’s just get that over with)

Everyone in this family is into everyone. My edition has questions at the back for a book club discussion, and one of them goes:

Had their father not died and they were all still living together, do you think Cathy and Chris would have instead developed sexual feelings for their parents? Why or why not?

And like, those sexual feelings are there the entire way through.

Cathy wants a husband like her father, who gives her a ring and ‘vows to forever love my Cathy just a little bit more than any other daughter’. When their mother calms Chris down, you get a paragraph like ‘Kiss, kiss, kiss finger his hair, stroke his cheek, draw his head against her soft, swelling breasts, and let him drown in the sensuality of being cuddled close to that creamy flesh that must excite even a youth of his tender years.’

Like – Okay! Cool! That is a way to describe your mother! And your brother! Like, this could just be an embrace between a mother and her son and instead it becomes this incredibly loaded, sexual passage. And that happens constantly. The narrative is obsessed with sex, with the sin it might bring and with the changes bodies go through to make it happen. I didn’t count how often Cathy thinks with jealousy of her mother’s breasts but it’s a recurring theme, and I’m kind of glad their father died before Cathy hit that part of puberty because I do not need to hear whatever feedback he’d have given her when she first goes shopping for a bra.

The Aryan perfection

Did you know they are blond? And blue-eyed? And so pretty, prettier than anyone else their age? Perfect? Like dolls? Did you get that??

Maybe it was a eugenics plan to maintain the most Aryan family in the universe, but good lord, has Cathy internalized it.

The good bits

After Cathy and Chris have a sexual encounter where he kisses her breasts after stabbing her with scissors, Cathy asks:

“Chris – what we did just now – was it sinful?”

Again, he cleared his throat. “If you think it so, then it was.”

I’m too early in my thoughts to have anything very coherent to say about this, but it does show their complex relationship with sexuality in a really interesting light. Does anything other than P-in-V count as sex? What is the boundary between normal familiar affection and incest? (Personally, I’d say the family cross the line from ‘normal familiar affection’ constantly but equally, I can see why kissing people on the mouth doesn’t have to be inherently sexual or inappropriate. It’s just that V.C. Andrews’s prose makes everything sexual.)

I also thought it was very bold of VCA to have Chris describe the sex as ‘rape’ immediately after it has happened. Keeping in mind that this book came out in 1979, he is the romantic lead, and it was (I think???) aimed at teenage girls, I was not expecting them to name the beast by its name. Even if Cathy assures him it wasn’t rape (and let’s not get into the victim blaming paragraph, jfc), having it out in the open immediately? Actually sensational.

On a different familiar note, I loved the way they kept waiting for their mother to return and the way their love faded differently for all of them. Cathy’s turning to bitterness sooner (prompted by jealousy over Chris’s affection?), versus the twins becoming alienated and addressing her as ‘Ma’am’ by the end… And yet that constant hope that she’ll show up, the disappointment when she brings gifts rather than freedom…

Corinne’s wilful closing of her eyes to justify the neglect haunted me– the way she stops looking at the twins, doesn’t see how Chris and Cathy are maturing. Especially because Cathy is in exactly the age where so much is changing in her body and there is the horror of being perceived (the paragraph where she describes wearing loose clothing to hide her new curves and feeling like she’s being seen anyway – I remember that.)

And at last: the reveal of the arsenic. Iconic.

The bad bits

Other than the writing (so many exclamation marks!! What the fuck!!! The action of going down the stairs doesn’t need this emphasis!!!!!), I just want to say, with my whole heart, that the twins are the most annoying characters in literature. And their insistence at the start that everyone will surely love them, they are so cute and perfect?

Honestly, if I’d been the grandmother, I’d have thrown them out of the window during their first tantrum.

Overall verdict

Do I like this book? I don’t know. I tried to come up with more bits that I disliked, but everything – the twee-ness, the weird sexualization of everything, the “Oh boy”s and stilted dialogue – it all feels very organically entwined. I definitely understand why it became a middle school obsession when it came out in 1979 and it’s going to haunt me for quite a while to come, I think.

I don’t think I’ll read any of the follow-ups, but I might (might) treat myself and reread the De Beers series one day, or that one set in New Orleans with the evil twin. VC Andrews(‘s ghostwriter) was not afraid to go big and there is a certain appeal to such shameless commitment to drama.

#flowers in the attic #fita #I've got my book club on this next week so might come back with more thoughts later #Because I'm finding I do have a lot of thoughts #This is gonna haunt me pals #VC Andrews #< Might as well start a tag in case I do ever go back to the De Beers series

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starsambrosia · 11 months ago

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So i stop flooding peoples dash im gonna just make this a group, the tag is #livechatter

Im rambling about my life because i feel like it

mean in all reality they have saved me from a lot of bad people and bad things i just i dunno if i can belive that every single person i meet is some kind of malicous creature or person with bad intentions...its been years and im outgoing i like people but ive had to cut off most people because the gods told me some shit about them that was scary or my divination read something was up

I just dont know but i dont want to risk it...

But like, how many demons can one person come across and how many just so happen to be bad news for me

3 confirmed and funny thing is one of them actually scarred me both physically and astrally /wild/ one was my childhood friend who had a crush on me and also decided to get into a pact with a demon for ...funzies... but i cant recall if she had the bloodline or not because the last one who was actually super chill was following a family tradition

so yeah when the gods say "hey psst beckys a demon" im gonna be like "well golly gee 3 out of 3 demons the gods told me about were demons i wonder if this person is in a pact with a demon

and typically /usually/ me and demons dont get along, they find my energy tasty ig. Like demons are fine they are but like they just want to eat me usually or theyr mad at me on sight :")

But in any case im gonna belive it, its just...really?? I know im a beacon but seriously? Every person i meet is some mischievous or negative entity. I get out here fae are more common but /everyone?/ really? I dunno man i cant just be running into every non human on the planet both online and irl or if theyr normal theyr just the most shit person you can be to an almost cartoonish extent.

/idk man/

But i stare at my pendulum the one i warded clensed banished shit on and used rituals to invoke a gods name and boom its just "yup this ones no good"

Like...OK??? THEN WHO IS??? And theyll set me up with people and it never goes well like it always falls through because the people i click with just arent good enough??? Or they just all want me dead?

Am i the problem? Like its me or its them and theyr gods like idk idk man im lost im so lost, how can nobody be ok how can so many people just want to hurt me on sight am i seriously that pathetic looking?? Or are they playing some kind of protective roll? Thats kind assuming a lot about them

What are the fucking odds theyd just be over protective

Im kinda whirlling right now because i think i figured it out, Apollo always expressed guilt over the whole imprisonment thing even though that was literally my fault for directly disobeying his very clear instructions for some guy, yeah thats an embaressment ill never live down

Im wondering if Apollo felt bad and now hes just being really harsh on anyone who comes near me, i only wonder this because he had been around for a really long time before he helped me escape my home/cult

But like ive asked others too

In the same pantheon

That was responsible for a lot of fucking trauma

Who like most of them have a reason to be harsh on people

I just wonder what would happen if i asked maybe Zeus instead of literally anyone else besides maybe some of the goddesses.

Oh godsssss i think ive just deadass been asking the wrong people because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Jesus christ i knew it was my fault if i had just thought about it for a second and got my head out of the ground i wouldve seen it

But still i could be wrong so i need to go ask Zeus with my pendulum and see whats going on before i go removing anything...im also wondering what other people have to say about this because im honestly so tired of shutting up about my weird ass life

Pendulum with Zeus:

Is the reason i keep getting a no on my friends because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Yes

Will you give me non bias direct answers if i contact you?

Yes

I get so specific with my questions because if it can only say yes no or maybe i want to narrow it down as much as possible, questions are phrased intuitively or auto written but some times intentional, more gently guided though.

So i figured it out by live journaling basically...nice, ok so this is weird...but when is it ever not hhh

Thats sweet honestly, if it weren't so suffocating...i cant belive this this has taken me literally 3 and a half years to figure out and i just had to talk to Lord Zeus??? Hhhhhhh oh my gods

Going to him more often now honestly

I wouldve never guessed that i think i think too lowly of myself if it took 3 and a half years to realize they care enough to be mad at people who caused me like, irreparable damadge hahaaaa

#ambrosia #lore #livechatter

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viky2318 · 1 year ago

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Let's have a change of POV. just for fun. (this chapter is so damn short confronted to the others).

"It was a day like many others in my little freedom, freedom! The day before I met some lightners, lightners, and we had so much fun together I felt enough tired to sleep for another decade or two. But in my slumber, the day I was talking about, I heard footsteps from outside my cell. Other visitors? That must have been my lucky week, week! I opened my eyes and looked at the new friends- only to see something weird. The two people were monsters, like some lightners, but weren't lightners at all! That meant only one thing… they weren't from the dark world, nor from the light world. It wasn’t the first time I met someone from outside, but it wasn’t even all that usual... "Why hello there, fellow prisoners!" I greeted them, ready to have some more fun. One of them, a kid with a very pinkish outfit and a furry looking tail, looked at me with a serious look that had a hint of that thing… what's it called… ah right! concern. "Good day to you. We need your help finding a person" she said. "Golly, who taught you how to greet new pals? My my, i’m sure you've never been to Card Castle…" I said. She just rolled her eyes and remained silent, silent! How rude! "You're Jevil, I'm Maddy, this is Grillby" the stranger said, pointing at the other monster- a very tall man made of fire with a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. "Now that we're over with the polite stuff, could you please help us?" she asked with that annoying tone. Now, as you may know I'm always open to help people, but… surely not jerks like that kid! And because I wanted her to find her friend, but I also wanted a bit of politeness, I said: "hmmmm… no. I cannot help you… Unless you say the magic word, word!". The cat rolled her eyes with some sort of despair in their eyes, which felt a bit weird because I just asked her to be polite, and then rephrased: “could you please help us find our friend? We don’t have the whole day…”. Now, now, that was way better, better! “Very well” I said. “I will help you. What does your friend look like?”.

The kid described this person to me and, would you look at that! The description matched perfectly with the one of my old pal’s new buddy! He didn’t speak to me since years, but I still kept an eye on him through that window thingie he had. You know, I cannot leave someone like him all alone. He would go crazy, crazy! Of course, by keeping an eye on him I ended up also looking at his grown up child, and now that I think of it, those buddies resembled the guys that they usually hang out with! Oh well, good to know. Back to our story, I knew from my pal’s last conversation with the friend of these kids where she was, so I told the cat I could help them… at a price. I knew the two weren’t unaware enough to let me share my freedom with the rest of the dark world, so I decided I was gonna have fun in other ways. Their visit again gave me enough energy to stay up for another long while, so I told her: “I want you to bring me with you for a very short while. I’ll go away almost immediately, no worries”. The two kiddos looked at each other for a moment, then the fire man nodded and the cat turned to me again and said: “ok, but you better not mess around”. Maaaan, this cat is such a party-pooper! Oh well, I wasn't planning to “mess around” anyway. “Great, great!” I said. I took the other side of the window thingie and opened it to the place where her friend was. “You now just have to take me and jump in here. You’ll be where your buddy is in no time!” I said before turning into the Devilsknife. The cat hesitantly held me, then looked at the window thingie. “That… is an Anti-void…” she said. “Oh really, that’s its name? I always just called it the Big Empty Space" I said. The fire guy finally spoke. I swear, for a while I thought he was mute! “Why should we trust you?” he asked. They are one more rude than the other… I looked at him with the most quizzical expression a weapon could give, then said: “oh well, you ask me for help and then you don’t trust me when i give it to you? Geez, these new generations… look, i’m almost completely harmless now! Your furry friend here has me in their grip, literally! Why should I trick you when, right now, I only risk being kidnapped by you two?”. The man remained silent. Was this his way to say “you’re right”? Aaaanyway, the cat jumped in the window thingie, and then her fire friend followed. And when her feet touched the blank ground… I jumped away from the cat’s hands and escaped here, where I am now. Guess I will hang out here with y’all for another while.”

As the jester stopped narrating his interesting story to you, a gray figure broke down the door and exclaimed: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?!”. “Who, me?” the jester asked with a joyful smile. “Author decided that we needed a new member for your ask thingie to spice things up a bit”.

START PREVIOUS NEXT

Extra thing that I did at the last minute because I CAN:

#undertale #ut #utau #utmv #grillby #ut grillby #undertale grillby #maddy #mad mew mew #ut maddy #undertale mad mew mew #sam the human #deltarune #dr #utdr #jevil #honestly i dunno what other tags to put for Jevil #but whatever #another story

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dravidssideblog · 4 months ago

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Normally, when I wake up in the morning, I like to just lie in bed awhile, hug my plushie bunny, enjoy being comfy. But today, I can't help but feel very… very… hungry~

I feel my mattress shift, and I roll out just in time as it opens up and swallows my blanket. Sorry, but I've got a big day today! I grab my shirt, and it practically wiggles its way over me, eager to have me inside it. In fact, it's a little tough to get my head and arms out the holes! My pants go on the same way, chewing at my waist before settling down. Glad they're easy to satisfy, but now I'M itching for a meal!

I race to the kitchen, pour myself a bowl of cereal, add some milk, grab a spoon, and swallow the bowl whole! Gosh, everything feels so good going down today~

Getting outside to water the plants is a hassle, as the house tries its best to keep the doors locked and keep me inside. I placate it with some rubs, then slip out while it's distracted. The plants are busy wrestling, stems and flowers splitting open to swallow each other up. Looks like a few of them have already won a meal, and one lone plant in the corner is gulping down a squirrel that was probably trying to snack on it first.

Once I get the hose going, the plants stop fighting and open wide for an easy meal. I fill them up, the water traveling down their stems and pooling up in a big bulging belly. The plants are mostly cooperative, but the old tree tries to snag my ankle with a root and drag me inside. But it's not like this is my first vore day, I saw it coming a mile away.

I finish up fairly quick, and the moment I so much as approach the door, it swings open and the carpet stretches out like a tongue to slurp me in! The door shuts and I'm left wrapped up on the floor. The house is satisfied just to have me back inside, but the carpet itself refuses to let me go, coiling around me tight enough to make me burp up the bowl and spoon from breakfast!

Well, looks like I've got some room~ The carpet splits open at the end, hovering above me like a snake, but I lean in and bite it on the corner! I pull and drag, slurping it up like a noodle. A wide, fuzzy noodle that make a nice big bulge in my gut~ Sorry carpet, but it's eat or be eaten today, and frankly, I'm a little too hungry to give up on eating yet~

I check my social media, the site already filling with pics of people showing off their bulging bellies; roommates who slept in, friends who lost bets, or just happy willing romantic partners. Lots of funny pics too; a dog that finally got revenge on the vacuum cleaner, a poor soul who got eaten by their recycling bin (at least it wasn't the garbage bin!), and a video of someone struggling to get their clothes out of the washing machine.

Heading back to my room, I find my pillow chewing on a bunny-shaped bulge. I hold it down and reach into the pillow case, dragging my bunny plushie Hobbles out from its maw. I give her a hug, then a look over; I had her in my belly all day last year, but I'm still pretty full from that carpet. But she is looking pretty tasty right now~ She turns her head toward me, and her face splits into a mouth. Aww, that's cute, she thinks she can- Mmph!

Cloth and stuffing surround my head, then my shoulders. I curl up as Hobbles works her way down my body. Within seconds, she packs me all away, slurping down my feet and turning me into what I'm sure is a COLOSSAL bulge in her little plushie body. And golly, it feels so nice in here~

This is why I had to be so careful not to get eaten; once I'm inside such a soft, tight belly, how am I supposed to resist~? The stuffing all around me, the pressure of the fabric walls, the- Oh, gosh, she's rubbing her belly! Oh, why did it take me this long to get eaten by a plushie? I usually just get snapped up by a friend, or I let my mattress gulp me down. But this is so much softer and comfier and NICE!!

I spend a nice, long while just enjoying Hobbles' gut, rubbing against the stuffing and fabric, shifting around to feel the pressure, leaning into her little rubs and giving her rubs in return. It's so comfy in here, I could relax and sleep the whole day away…

I get bored after half an hour. It feels great, but I kinda want to do things today, so I start to push and struggle. Hobbles doesn't like that very much and does her best to squeeze me in place, but fabric and stuffing can't beat muscle and bone. I push my feet down, stretching her body and pushing me up toward the head- Wha!

My foot slipped into something! Into her leg, I guess. It stretched out really far, my leg is basically all the way in there. Wait… Hey, that's an idea. I feed (heh) my other leg into hers, and feel around for her arms so I can do the same there. I push my limbs into hers, lift up my head, and I can see out her mouth!

Then she snaps her maw shut on me.

"Hey, chill out." I reach up a hand, her hand, and pat her on the head. My head. I sit up and move my legs a bit, then stand up; I'm wearing Hobbles like a suit! She seems to understand, and lets her mouth hang open for me to see. I pet her head. "That's right, you can keep me inside, just play nice. And speaking of nice, this feels INCREDIBLE!" In response, Hobbles wraps her- our arms around us and gives us a squeeze. I join in the motion, doubling our hug's tightness.

Then my belly grumbles. Even with that carpet still stretching out my gut (and Hobbles'), it's just not satisfying me anymore. I snatch the pillow off of the bed, which immediately chomps onto our arm. I pry it off, letting it wiggle upside-down. "Hey Hobbles, this little rascal made you a snack earlier. What do you think we should do with it~?"

Hobbles lifts our hand to hang the pillow over our mouth.

"My thoughts exactly~"

#my writing #original #soft vore #vore day #object vore

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deedoessurvies · 10 months ago

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two

When was the last time you read a whole book, to the last page exactly? Im doing that today. my last one has been since like november which is wild. ive just been so busy.

How many times have you had sex within the past two years? Guesstimate? Zero. close but zero.

When was the last time you made up a word? Did people think it was weird? i make up sayings often but they arent necessarily a made up word.

How many times in a month do you go to the movies? How much do you spend? when dating Z its like 2-3x a month.

What is one of those movies that you could never get tired of watching? sleepless in seattle, you've got mail, something borrowed, maid of honor, pride & prejudice

When was the last time you heard thunder? Where were you at anyway? here and a couple months ago. we are very close to rain season

Have you ever begged the opposite sex for anything at all? not that i can recall.

Are there many places to shop in the town you live in? What kinds? my town is small.. there are places to shop like grocery stores and small businesses. theres a habitat for humanity store, a military supply store, uhhh beauty stores, stuff like that.

When was the last time you bought shoes? What do they look like? I bought FRYE boots !!!!!! grandma would be so dang proud. I hope she sees this somehow haha. i got them in january some time.

Do you like surveys with really in-depth questions, like mine? Yeah.i wish there were more.

When was the last time you were in trouble with your parents? im in my 30s so it doesnt really work that way anymore.

Has your boyfriend or girlfriend ever cheated on you? Were you mad or sad? cheating sucks period. just break up with the person.

Do you know anyone who claims to have the ability to see the future? uhhhhh OH funny mini story. so sometimes K will send me letters in the mail. but i guess sometimes his handwriting for my street name is blurred so when that happens it gets sent to this chick like 4 blocks away. anywho, she LEGIT admitted to reading a letter of mine one time (wtf) and she basically fell in love with K for the things he was saying and when she reached out to me on FB to get me the letter, she was like omg i love him, you need to forgive him, yadda yadda. then later on she reached out to me and was like I can read your tarot cards and read your palms and stuff if you want! (wtf) lol

Are you a superstitious person? Have you ever been superstitious before? no.

Do you like any songs from country music? If so, which ones do you like? i love country songs. hundreds and hundreds.

Can people read your facial expressions easily? If so, why is this? typically no, im pretty good at hiding my emotions. not saying that in a proud way, because obviously it is good to feel your feels (within reason right) but nah

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where did you go to? uhhhhhhh golly. over the summer i went to Tennessee so theres that. How many states have you been to in your lifetime? Guesstimate if not sure. i think 26.

When you go to the movies, do you actually watch the movies or not? Oh i watch them. i dont think ive ever not watched them unless its obscenely gory and then ill just close my eyes or something.

What kind of instant messaging service do you use? Why do you use this? usually just messages on my phone. sometimes messenger, google chat, or whatsapp

When was the last time your area had a tornado warning, if ever? last summer.

Have you ever had one of those major fights with your current bf/gf? im currently single. was almost taken but that blew up over distance. i am so over distance.

Does it ever bother you when people use abbreviations for certain words? i very seldom care about the way people type.

Would it creep you out if you walked in on your best friend having sex? creep? no. would i be like SO embarrassed, yes but would i move on from it probably. lol. its natural, whatever.

When was the last time you said ‘I love you?’ Who did you say it to? romantically? C and i say it a lot to one another.

Do you have any of those freaky phobias that make no sense at all? my phobia makes sense.

Do you ever look at random people and think they could be a serial killer? >> YES. when I swipe on dating profiles im like "you have the look of someone who would happily skin another person" lol

Does it scare you when the sky gets really cloudy and dark during the day? no i LOVE IT. give me the clouds, gimme the stormy skies.

What was the last amusement park you went to? Did you have fun? busch gardens. yes, its just so daaaaaaaang hot.

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deeahhnuh · 11 months ago

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2023!

I’ve done this year-in-review thing since 2007! 2007-2012 are over on my old LiveJournal, and 2013-on are right here on my Tumblr. :)

2023 - been there, done that year! Let's make 2024 a good 'un! :)

What did you do in 2023 that you’d never done before?

Not much - I was pretty consistently dull, I guess lol!

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Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don't make 'em in any official way - like, an actual list or anything. But I always try to keep "be healthy (in lots of ways)" as my big hope for the year!

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Did anyone close to you give birth?

No lil' bbs this year, aw!

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Did anyone close to you die?

Thank goodness, no.

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What countries did you visit?

I never go anywhere lol

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What would you like to have in 2024 that you lacked in 2023?

The "humble ambitions and hopes" I noted in last year's answer are still there, all humble and hopeful. But I am incredibly thankful to have what I do have!!!

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What date(s) from 2023 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

Huh, no big dates this year. Like I said, consistently dull lol!

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What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I have successfully (I think!) maintained the bangs I gave myself last year! Happily, I haven't managed to accidentally cut them too short or wonky. I like having 'em! :)

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What was your biggest failure?

No big fails this year, lol!

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Did you suffer illness or injury?

Oh golly, I had a tooth thing that started in November 2022 and was completed in September of this year! I am so fortunate and very, very glad that it all went perfectly - the oral surgeon and my dentist were a dream team!!! :)

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What was the best thing you bought?

Music! It's vital to my existence, lol.

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Whose behavior merited celebration?

My dental dream team lol! :) And in non-medical peeps - my mama, who is just... well, she keeps me goin'. ♥

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Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Can't think of anything off the top of my head!

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Where did most of your money go?

Music, I guess! A worthy spend!

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What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Holidays and good times - birthdays 'n' such!

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What song will always remind you of 2023?

Every year, I keep a playlist on Spotify of songs that sparked joy - here's my 2023 list! But also, "Padam Padam" by my queen, Kylie Minogue!

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Compared to this time last year (2022), are you:

About the same, lol?

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What do you wish you’d done more of?

I keep enjoying most of the same dang stuff. So, more new music. More new movies. More new TV shows. More new!

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What do you wish you’d done less of?

See my last answer: I wish I'd done less of the same old same old! :)

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How did you spend Christmas?

Fam, ham. 'Tis the season!

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What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in 2023?

Haha, happily I didn't do anything too stupid. Still a few days left in the year, though!! :)

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How many one-night stands?

This answer is always "none" - lol, same as the question about visiting different countries - so why do I leave it in?!

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What was your favorite TV program?

Well I'm a complete goofball, so I love mah cartoons: Family Guy, always, and I watched a lot of American Dad too. I also adore Bravo - Real Housewives, Southern Charm, that sort of thing!

But as for, like, quality programming - Only Murders in the Building is a faaave, and I can't believe What We Do in the Shadows' next season will be its last!! I love it so much.

Oh and also The Golden Bachelor - it was a hoot!

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How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2023?

PJs! Nah, but I do try to be polished and classy-ish! (When I'm not just in my PJs.)

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What kept you sane?

I said "music" last year - and it's the same answer for 2023! :)

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Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

This is another question I should probably cut from this list, lol!

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What was the best book you read in 2023?

Pbffft, I will read books next year. And the first book I shall read is one I got this year, by Michael Cragg: Reach for the Stars. It's about British pop music from 1996-2006. Perfection!!

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What was your greatest musical discovery?

I listened to a lot of synth-y '80s stuff on Spotify "80s Mix" playlists the last half of the year; not sure why I did, but it was a good choice! Yazoo kept me groovin'!

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What did you want and get?

This isn't a really serious thing, except it is if you love great music! :) This year marked the 20th anniversary of Dannii Minogue's magnum opus Neon Nights - a whopping 7-disc edition of the masterpiece was released and I am so happy to own it!! However! Not too pleased to feel as old as I do when I remember buying the imported original at Tower Records twenty years ago lol!

Anyways, when it comes to really, truly serious things I want - sure, there are things (those humble ambitions and hopes I mentioned earlier) - but I have what I need. I'm good. :)

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What did you want and not get?

See above!!

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What was your favorite film of this year?

Scrapbook linking time! I don't have one single "favorite film of this year" - I enjoyed a lot of great movies!

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What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

Chilled out! 37!!

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What three things would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Some things prob could have been better, easier, or calmer - but that's every year, isn't it? This year was okay. :)

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Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Everyone? But to narrow it down to one guy, if I have to lol: Michael Shannon got a mention in my answer to this question last year, and - lucky guy - he gets a mention this year, too.

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What political issue stirred you the most?

It's all terrible.

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Who did you miss?

I will repeat what I said last year, because reading it back now, I gotta say I like the way I put it! And just like last year, I mean it just as much. "Family - those we’ve lost, and those who are simply not near. ♥"

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What is a valuable life lesson you learned in 2023?

Just keep at it!

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What quote can be used to sum up your year?

A bit from the incomparable It's a Wonderful Life came back to me at times this year - George Bailey, excoriating Potter: "what'd you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home? Wait? Wait for what?! Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken down that they… Do you know how long it takes a working man to save $5,000?"

The "wait for what?!" line hits me. I know he's talking about being being kind and decent to others; it's a key message in the movie, of course.

But this year, I also interpreted as - we wait so often. But we've only got now. We gotta live a little now, in spite of (in defiance of) whatever hard stuff is going on in our lives. ♥

...but the actual quote that sums up my 2023 is "padam."

2024 is coming! Happy (almost) New Year, Tumblr! :)

#deeahhnuh #2023 #year

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ghostiedreamsz · 1 year ago

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Guardians of the Galaxy had such a coming of age ending and I am going to cry

⚠️Before I begin, spoilers for every Guardian of the Galaxy movie, especially Volume 3. I’m literally about to dump the entire plot on you and then cry about it. Go watch it if you haven’t it’s good

So I watched every single GOTG Volume in one day because I was bored and oh good golly gee I wish someone warned me about the messages because they absolutely DEVASTATED me every time.

I swear to god, the only message I obtained from GOTG1 is “who gives a shit if your family sucks? Come join our gang of misfits! We may hate each other, but we all have our own problems, and have learned to respect each other. Let’s commit some crime!” and it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever heard. Gamora’s dad is a dick who wants to murder half of the Galaxy? Found family! Drax’s family was brutally murdered by a Thanos wannabe and he’s seeking out cold revenge? Found family! Rocket was taken apart over and over and over until he could finally supply his creator with the power and knowledge to create a perfect society? What the fuOUND FAMILY! What was James Gunn on when he created this shit??? I need me some of that If my college found family doesn’t cure my gender dysphoria and crippling social anxiety I’m suing him

GOTG2 had the same message but like 1000 times more powerful because this is AFTER they created their little Guardians of the Galaxy family and determined that where they came from and how shitty their parents are doesn’t define them. I loved this movie so much. It does wondrous things for my heart that I’ll need a solid year to just put into words. Also Mantis is in it and I love her

But GOTG3. OH MAN GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY 3. Shit had me SOBBING. It’s implied that it takes place after the events of Endgame (I never watched Infinity War/Endgame so idk what happened other than Gamora’s death it was memed to oblivion please don’t murder me) and their dynamic is so obviously different as a result. Quill is in shambles, Gamora no longer remembers they were together, it’s obvious Nebula feels some kind of guilt over what happened (or unrequited love for Quill), Drax and Mantis are doing their best to help but they just can’t, and Rocket spends half of the movie dying and reliving his hell of a backstory. Groot is frankly the only thing normal about this dynamic, but he’s Groot so we’re moving on. It’s obvious the Galaxy Family is not at their best. So you know what happens? At the end of the movie, after they’ve saved the galaxy a third time, and helped all the children and animals and such, they all split up and go their own ways. Gamora joins the Ravagers, Drax realizes his experience as a father makes him really good at raising kids, Nebula goes out to save more people who might have been victims like her, Mantis goes alone on a journey to find herself after realizing she’s only ever taken orders from others, Star Lord goes to see his grandfather one last time (and had me bawling my eyes out), and ROCKET. ROCKET TAKES OVER AS THE LEADER OF THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY! HE MAKES HIS OWN GUARDIAN GROUP TO SAVE PEOPLE WHO MIGHT BE IN SIMILAR SITUATIONS TO WHEN HE WAS A KID!! HE ALSO COMES TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT HE WAS A RACCOON!!! ISN’T THAT COOL?!

This is the greatest ending a trilogy could ever have, in my opinion. There’s no “We HAVE to stick together. We’re a team.” The group is aware that their dynamic is different, and that they aren’t what they used to be. And that’s fine! They all have their own problems to get over and passions to explore, so splitting up is the best solution! The found family is no more, but in its place is something so realistic and beautiful. It’s such a bittersweet, “so I guess this is the end” coming-of-age sitcom ending, but GOD I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY. THANK YOU GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY, and here’s to more silly little adventures!!

#marvel #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #Little writers rant #sorry guys

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@thebrookesnook Also I really liked the idea Cangse choice her name cuz its very on brand for her. Since the courtesy names are basically the expectations/wishes the parents want for their child in the future and Cangse is over here being like "i make my own destiny >:)" like the gremlin she is. What a queen, I stan ✋️😌.

Oh i like to think that Baoshan Sanren gave Both Xiao Xingchen & Cangse Sanren their courtesy names. I have headcanons about cssr just Coming to bssr with a blank-slate, no name to speak of. she responds to Liu as a name but it likely wasn't spelled Like That until after her orphaning & after she became a disciple on bssr's celestial mountain (like how lwj changed the spelling of Wen Yuan's given name but kept the pronunciation). She definitely gave herself her own surname, though & all i can imagine on that front is a monkey-child running amok on bssr's celestial mountain Demanding respect with the things she chose herself & bssr having no complaints.

Thank you so much for feeding my curiosity and I also wish you the best this year :Dc (Ps. love the shade being thrown at Airplane, i can imagine SQQ being asked by his disciples how to write fiction and he just points at their shishu saying "see that guy? dont be that guy")

LMAOOO we (me, just me) try so hard to deny it but good Golly gosh shen yuan is aggravatingly relatable. all of the svsss main cast is, rip. sqq sits on my shoulder judging my ever move, criticizing me before i have the chance to set anything in stone

other dumb name facts:

• i've headcanon'd Wei Changze's given name to be Tóng but this will very likely change because that's Absolutely an Airplane move. i like to think that his mother wasn't very educated & i made the "haha wouldn't it be funny if she named her kid a homonym for Servant" but Airplane did that homonym shit with Shen Jiu & i have a big enough sense of shame to rethink these things

• i can't bring myself to name any of them after Jewels or Flowers or Fruits or Nymphs even if there's double-meaning to those names because there's a Wei Wuxian on my other shoulder telling me "why are you naming them like they're cheap prostitutes" & it kills me, the Only character i Almost named after a flower (peach blossom) was Wen Ning/Qing's mother but it was because there's a juxtaposition between a delicate name & a tall/broad/sharp woman

• i have one big document where i save the most finalized versions of everyone's names but i'm a disorganized person who writes ideas down Anywhere when they pop up because i think it's better to get them down Soon as opposed to Orderly. anyways i found notes on a different app & Yixi had other name contenders such as:

• केतु/Ketu/Meteor Shower/夜瀑/Yepu/Night Waterfall (lovely but i didn't feel the pronunciation was Close Enough in both languages to justify it) • འཆི་མེད་/Chime/Deathless/逝没/Shime/Deathless (who Actually names their daughter this?? i say that like i don't know 3 Different fathers who Would)

hello, hope you’re doing well :D! i’ve been obsessing over all of your art and hcs of the mdzs older gen and i was wondering what your thought process of the names you chose for them were because they’re really cool!! like i was thinking how yixi’s name is probably referencing that she came from tibet or how qhj’s courtesy name is maybe referencing his position as heir then later sect leader, like him inheriting the responsibility of leading the lan clan, and maybe the night character is in reference to his quiet personality but also his future loneliness in seclusion? or maybe im just looking into it too deeply (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

hello hello!! i've been very busy, this new years is starting off with lots of farewells on my end & promises to see friends as they settle in to their lives, i hope you are well & i hope you've had a good holiday & will have a good year.

WAH you're too sweet 😭 i'm gonna be honest, a Lot of my thought process when Naming characters in general has been:

• "follow the naming process of mxtx," which means you can bet your butt i've been Carding through Tang Dynasty poetry for Months • making Absolute Sure that None of the names i settle on are homonyms for anything with a double-meaning such as: modern swear words, innuendos, or just anything in general that would make them look like a clown • do NOT be Airplane (Shang Qinghua) when naming characters- which in essence if you haven't read svsss means do Not give characters names that spell out the core of their origins. no "risen from the frozen river" names, "don't be too on-the-nose i'm Begging you do research" @ me • do your absolute Best not to choose characters with a ridiculous amount of strokes Especially for given names (a rule i've struggled to actually live by) • do your Best to not have too many overlapping characters that Canon names use • sparingly looking at the tao te ching because i'm too scared of being culturally insensitive to nitpick a name from any pinyin i might come across

i won't claim ever to be a native chinese speaker: i have enjoyed the incentive to learn characters that are the building blocks to actual words that reading mxtx's works (& subsequently other cnovels) have given me, but it is not a culture i was raised in and it is not a language i read fluently. can't speak mandarin or cantonese or suzhounese or any other dialect and have been blessed with multiple friends who do and have done their best to help steer me in the right direction. all that being said, here's some dumb facts with the names:

• regarding the last-most point, i've picked ONE name from the tao te ching. i'm glad you enjoy Chengye/承夜's name but i've deliberated over it too long and have come to the conclusion that it Will be changed. taking inspiration from qiren's name, there needs to be a verb in there paired with something abstract but innately Human & i've found a passage in the tao that i Really liked that i feel alluded to my own characterization of him had the phrase Yǒuqíng/有情 which is Just as abstract and ridiculous as Chengye (which i cannot remember where i pulled that name from), but comes with the added bonus of being from the Adjustment of Controversies. to Have affections but understand where they should be going or how they should be distributed, to question why a person favors One thing over Another despite the inevitable conclusion that All of it is working towards an inevitability completely out of a person's control, it all feels just absolutely peachy to thrust that onto qingheng-jun when he couldn't in his lifetime maintain the favor between his family & his wife. plus Wangji's name being tao-derrivative made me feel i needed at least one of the prev gen in this boat with their successors. i've studied the tao in a scholarly setting Once for a semester, and Once more for a week or two on my own time so Please do Not take my word as any level of expertise i'm begging you. • I Do remember when picking out a name for Qingheng-jun, coming across a name that in essence meant "Bear the Night" felt a little too on-the-nose. there was no double meaning though i tried applying one. he's a Leader, he's a Cultivator, it's Expected of him to bear this and bear it as if it weren't a burden. and the more i thought/think about it, the less it made sense especially when All cultivators are expected to soldier through the same conditions, yanno? • Cangse-Sanren is the only girl i've headcanon'd so-far with a courtesy name! and i Really Really wanted it to be something to do with celestial bodies Exclusively because Xiao Xingchen has the Most celestial name on this show outside of Lan Xichen but he doesn't count in my head. i also wanted it to have Anything to do with the moon because Xiao Xingchen's name has a good chunk of sun radicals in there, but also Moonbeam is what you'd call a fairy and she's a fairy and i Will Never let that go. the most buckwild batshit fairy you've ever met but a mortal worthy of being a celestial being. her Surname means Wish, so go wishing on the moonbeams because her husband certainly did. • Cangse-Sanren in my headcanons named herself. She was a whimsical child, she named herself something outlandish for her surname, & she was obsessed with the cowherd & weavergirl story as a child so she named herself Liu/浏 with the milky way in mind (here i go breaking my Not Too Many Strokes rule). • tragically Yixi's name was more utilitarian than anything else. i needed something that worked in multiple languages based on my headcanons of origin & with the limited selection i had to work with, 益西 was by & far my favorite. plus the implications of her having value, of being benificial to some far-off location that was as far away from Gusu as you could possibly get, how could i Not see the poetry in that? • Yixi has no surname. Yi is not her surname, her full name is Yixi. where i headcanon her From, surnames weren't particularly commonplace outside of nobility and i don't headcanon her family to be of major importance (though i believe they're relatively self-sustaining). She might be associated with a specific clan her family works under or for & that may come up in the future, but for now it's just Yixi until or unless you think of her as already a married Lan. jury's out on whether the Lan clan would've ever called her Madam Lan tho. • confession: Bu Xin's name was directly inspired by Unchained Love's Bu Xin. different spelling but iirc it's completely a homonym. second confession: i have yet to finish watching Unchained Love please go Easy on me

#& thank you for coming off anon to be silly With me Together & feeding the headcanon machine #mdzs #qourmet: aga #long #self rb

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lovelybunn · 2 years ago

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coloring book ᥫ᭡ ˖ ೃ࿔

pt. one (pt. two coming soon!)

pairing: kenny mccormick & leopold "butters" scotch

warning(s): mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, slight (?) angst, swearing

summary: butters got in trouble with his parents, again, so he stays in his room and colors in his coloring book, one of his favorite coping mechanisms. suddenly kenny shows up, and things get a little... emotional.

word count: 2,633

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ㅤ“I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my house. Stay in your room, and don’t dare come out unless I tell you to, son.” Stephen Scotch, Butters' father, howled at him before slamming the door shut. He was grounded from everything. No tv, no video games, no phone, no Nintendo switch, for a full two months. All because he drank Eric’s “special lemonade”, or so Eric called it, for a week. The drink was harmless, Butters didn’t understand why his father was so angry at him. Although, he had to admit the lemonade was a bit… salty. Butters didn’t question it, of course. Eric was just being a nice friend. He allowed Butters to have something for free, without asking for anything in return. It was very rare in Eric’s nature to be so giving, but Butters was very welcoming of the shift of personality.

Sometimes Butters wished he could read his parent’s minds, so he could know what upset them and what made them happy. But so far, in all of his 10 years of living on this earth, it didn’t seem like anything that Butters did made his parents happy. He felt like a burden, just another thing that they had to deal with.

Butters sighed, flopped on his back, spread-eagle across his bed.”Welp, it’s not like I can do anything now. I can’t leave my room.” He stared up at his pale blue ceiling, zoning out. The room was silent, the only sound was the slow, light exhale and inhale from Butters’ still form. Ten seconds passed, and Butters sat up and crossed his arms. He pouted in frustration. “I’m bored. Y’know, I’d rather do chores all day than just sit here and do nothing.” Butters looked around his room, absorbing its atmosphere. His eyes trailed toward the “Panda Mania” poster across from his nightstand. He smiled. “I love pandas. They're such silly lil fellas.” Suddenly, Butters heard a tiny little squeak from the cage on his nightstand. His hamster pawed at the glass, desperate for its owner’s attention.

“Awe, hey Baby Chaos! You need some water? Food?” Butters giggled to himself, picking up his hamster. “Maybe you just need some good ol’ cuddles!” He plopped himself back on his bed, legs criss-cross. The tiny furry creature laid peacefully in his lap. Butters petted at Baby Chaos with two of his fingers, gentle enough not to hurt the little thing. “Yeah, I know. We all need some love sometimes.”

Suddenly, the hamster skidded out of Butters’ lap and onto the floor with a loud thud. Butters gasped. “Oh golly! Are you okay, friend?” He rushed over and tried to check to see if she was injured, but B.C. just turned herself back around from her back and kept moving. “Hey-” Butters started, chasing it on all fours, “Come back here, girlie!” He kept crawling toward B. C. until she stopped in front of one of his shelves filled with toys.

Butters scooped up his pet and glanced at her, confused. “What’s over here that you wanted to show me, honey bunches of oats? We can play if you want!” She twisted around in his palms and pointed with her head to a paper back on top of the shelf. He slowly walked toward it and placed Baby Chaos down next to the book. There was a pack full of crayons right behind her fluffy body. Butters’ eyes practically popped out of their sockets. “You’re a genius!” His eyebrows furrowed, arms lazily rested at his sides. “Wait, what does that mean again?” He waved his hand dismissively, “Ah, it doesn’t matter.” Butters grabbed the book and box, leaving his arm out for Baby Chaos to climb up it and onto his shoulder. “Thanks, friend! You know how much I hate sitting still for too long!” As he walked back to his bed, the hamster nestled against the crook of Butters’ neck. Butters placed the coloring book and crayons in between his legs. Both of his legs laid out straight, almost taking up half of the bed’s space.

“Wow, I haven’t used this since I was a wee little boy. It’s crazy how I still have this. Mom and Dad musta forgot about it, I’m sure if they knew I had this, they’d take it away faster than I can say ‘dingle berry’.” He flipped the book and opened it up to a random page. He smiled brightly at the colorless lineart. It was of a bouquet of tulips, one of Butters' favorite flowers. “I know what to do with this. It’ll take a while for sure, though.”

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Little Baby Chaos had fallen asleep long before Butters had expected, so he put her back in her cage to nap peacefully. She would be appreciative to be able to rest without the constant shifting of bodyweight from Butters; he simply couldn’t find a general position to sit in.

Butters put down the mass of crayons in his hand and took a moment to admire his work. It wasn’t finished yet, but his wrist was getting tired from coloring so much. Thirty minutes had passed since he started, yet only the petals were colored. The tulips were a bright, almost blinding shade of yellow with hints of orange speckled here and there. They were all so pretty already, it made Butters smile. “Ah shucks, I wish we grew tulips here in this town. It’d make everyone a lot more happier, I think.” He shrugged, then turned his body to lay on his stomach. Butters lifted his legs in the air and kicked them back and forth. With one hand being used to rest his head, his free one grabbed a forest green and started scribbling around the very end of the stems. Suddenly, Butters accidentally colored outside the lines.

He flipped onto his back and covered his face with his hands. “Dang-nabbit! Just when I think I’m doing good…” Butters groaned in irritation. He sat back up and quickly ruffled his fingers through his hair. “Come on, Butters, get it together. You didn’t mess anything up, its still pretty! Don’t give up now, You’re almost finished!”

Butters sighed heavily. He grabbed all his supplies with the coloring book and leaned against his charcoal bedframe. Butters then picked up the green crayon and went back to work, the coloring book placed carefully on his lifted lap. He was deep in concentration, focusing intensely on the lines around the drawing of the bouquet. ��There it goes… Just one more little scribble–”

Tap-tap.

Butters whipped his head toward the sound, slightly startled. It came from his window. Butters grabbed the nearest object to use to defend himself, the coloring book (mainly because it was already in his lap). He held the newfound weapon at the ready, cautiously edging closer to the window.

Tap-Tap!

It was louder this time, causing Butters to flinch. He bit back a scream, he didn’t want to get into any more trouble than he already was with his parents. “Who’s there? Show yourself, or else… or else I’ll–” He stopped, feet glued onto the floor, two feet away from the window. “I’ll hit you with this book!”

That comment seemed to scare the intruder into silence. Butters fisted the air and nodded, acknowledging his achievement. “Yeah, that’ll teach em’!” He giggled to himself and strolled proudly back to his bed. His victory was rudely disproven by the loud laughter from the intruder outside.

Butters slowly spun on his heels and tiptoed back to the window. He removed the purple curtains to let the sun back into his dark room, also allowing him to search for the suspect trying to break into his home. Sadly, all Butters could see was the snow coating everything in plain sight surrounding his yard. He sighed, almost deciding to leave before he heard a familiar muffled “Hey!” coming from the outside of the window. He gasped.

Butters fought with all his might to get the clips open, but when he finally did, he practically slammed the window open. “Ken!” He squealed, yanking the orange boy’s gloved hands into his own. Kenny’s big blue eyes shot in surprise at the gesture but soon relaxed. Butters squeezed Kenny’s palms tightly as he exclaimed, “Oh Kenny, am I glad to see you, fella! Come on in, I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.” Butters helped Kenny hop into his room, wet boots caked with snow and all.

Kenny put his hands up to do something, but before he even had the chance, Butters tackled the poor boy into a tender bear hug. Kenny was hesitant at first, but again, he slowly got used to it and rested his chin snuggly against Butters' soft mound of blonde hair on top of his head. Kenny rubbed Butters’ back with one hand, his other one wrapped around his waist as the two of them rocked back and forth. Butters suddenly felt his eyes grow heavy, and his throat hitched. He buried his face deeper into Kenny’s parka, fingers clutching onto the material for dear life.

Butters always felt like he could come to Kenny for anything, he was so kind and understanding. If Butters was being honest, Kenny McCormick was his best friend out of the four he hung out with. Stan, Kyle, and Eric were fine, it was just that he felt like around Kenny, he could truly be himself, and Kenny would never judge him for that.

More than once or twice Butters had cried himself to sleep over being made fun of because of something he enjoyed. For example, on P.J. day, he wore his favorite “Hello Kitty” pajama pants to school, and everyone laughed at him for it, and called him names like “Gay boy!” “Pussy-cat!”. Everyone except Kenny. He saw how upset Butters was and instantly came to comfort him, holding Butter in his arms the same way he is now. While Butters sobbed quietly, Kenny was there for him. He always was, just letting Butters pour out all of his emotions all over him, without a second thought. Butters felt safe with Kenny, safer than he’s felt with anyone else, even his own parents.

“Butters..? Dude, Hello? What’s wrong? I wanted to ask you if you wanted to play Heros with me and the gang, but–” Butters quickly pulled away, wiping away the tears stained onto his face. He knew that his eyes were a puffy red mess, he just hoped Kenny didn’t further question it. He sucked in a shaky breath and plastered a fake smile. “Ahm-” Butters stuttered, “Its- … Its nothing.” He glanced down miserably at his bare feet. They squeezed against the murky brown carpet as he muttered, “I wish, but I can’t come. I’m grounded again. My parents yelled at me, and now I’ve been stuck in my room for more than a half-hour.” An agitated grunt escaped from Kenny’s mouth, and Butters flinched.

Kenny slowly took off his hood, and carefully walked up to Butters. Butters held his hands up to his face to defend himself. Kenny took Butters arms and gently put them back down, he cradled Butters’ tiny wrists in his still gloved hands. “Dude, chill. I’m not gonna hit you, why would I? Why are you so jumpy all of sudden? What did they do to you?” Butters tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed in distress. “What?”

“Did they hit you?” Kenny asked more sternly. “Did... Did he hit you?” “Wha– No, why would you-” Kenny abruptly rolled up Butters’ sleeves revealing bruises tattered all over his arm. Butters yanked his arm out of Kenny’s reach, trying desperately to cover the scars up. “It’s not what it looks like, Ken! I promise! This is just from… From me playing ball with my dad! Nothing you need to worry about!” Butters giggled nervously, rubbing at the bruises as Kenny stared dumbfounded at him.

“Those are marks from a belt, Butters. I’m not an idiot.” Butters smile faded, turning into a deep frown. “I’m sorry.” He swallowed deeply, and his lips quivered. Kenny raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what? Dude, this isn’t your fault. You’re just a kid, y’know? You can’t help doing stupid shit all the time, you don’t know any better.” A salty tear slid down Butters cheek as he tried to form coherent words. “But– I- I just… I just want my parents to love me again, I wanna be their little ‘Butter-ball’. But no matter what I do, they just get mad at me and ground me. I mean, all I did this time was drink some lemonade that Eric gave me and they still found a way to be upset with me.” Kenny grimaced, unable to respond. “And then whenever I tell them that some of the other fellas are making fun of me, they make me feel like I deserve it.” Butters didn’t try to hold it in anymore, the flow of pure sadness drowned him in his own pitiful sobs, and Kenny rushed to hug him. Butters added through choked hiccups, “And sometimes… I think I do.”

“Butters. Leo, don’t say that. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. All those other guys can go fuck themselves. And your parents definitely don’t deserve such a great son like you.” Butters' eyes crinkled as he grinned weakly. “Aw, thanks, Ken.” He glanced back at his bruises. He touched them slightly, but it stung so he pulled back quickly. “You’re probably lying though.” Kenny stared at Butters in disbelief, eyes squinted.

They stared awkwardly at each other for a hot moment before Kenny reached into his parka’s pocket and took out a Crunch candy bar. Butters gasped softly, trying to contain his excitement. That was Butters’ favorite candy after all (well, aside from Sour Patch Kids, his number one). Kenny nudged the candy bar into Butters’ hand, his lips pressed into a firm line. “I was gonna eat it, but you need it more than I do, with all that you’re going through right now. I hope you take this as ‘Yes, I do mean it’.” Butters beamed at Kenny; his cheeks flushed a healthy shade of pink. “Ken! Ah, of course I believe you now! I can’t believe you remembered!” Kenny looked at him doe-eyed, scratching his head. “Y-yeah, I’ll never forget small details about my best friend, Butters!” Kenny smiled at him goofily.

Butters snickered and plopped onto his bed, gesturing Kenny to sit beside him. Kenny cautiously took the offer, seeming to take extra good measures to stay quiet. “Golly Kenny, what’re you, a spy? My mom and dad aren’t even here, you would know if they were.” Kenny shrugged and sat closely next to Butters. Butters clapped his hands happily then proceeded to open up the chocolate wrapping. Kenny watched intently. Butters peered back up at Kenny. “You can have some if you want. It’s your candy after all.” Kenny shook his head and smiled, as if to say, ‘No, Leo. It’s all yours. Your gift from me.’

Butters ate his Crunch bar in silence as Kenny explored his room with just his eyes, not wanting to be rude by leaving him to sit all alone. Butter quickly got tired of the lack of noise, so he presumed, “Ken, did ya get a taste of Eric’s lemonade? I’d hate to be rude, but I thought it was kinda salty. Isn’t lemonade supposed to be sweet? Sometimes even a little sour?“ Kenny slowly turned his neck toward Butters from its direction the exact opposite of him. Kenny’s face was stuck in a blank expression. “Butters. That was his pee.”

#south park #south park fanfiction #bunny south park #butters x kenny #kenny x butters #butters scotch #kenny mccormick

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attourney-at-lycan · 3 years ago

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OKOK hello again but i saw ur jesson post and OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH umm i think i shall add some forewarnings because this is alot and i didnt realise i wrote this much , the absolute biggest apologies i just love ur blog alot and sorry again ( yea i just talk abt grooming, the 14/15 -18 yr old dynamic and mentions in the pictures of jess talking and implying that canon aph and aaron at their ages getting sexual)

i literally have been doing just semi deep dives on their irl past because it helps explain smamsmsm of what we get in canon bith for MCD + Mystreet like its actually insane

whether its the whole freshman (14/15 yr old) with a repeating senior (= LITERALLY 18 BECAUSE SENIOR YEAR IS 17-18 SO HE MUSTVE HIT HIS 18TH BDAY OH MY GOD) its just jesson EVEN with the whole military school + meeting online AS WELL AS JASON because i hate him so much because ages ago i was doing a deep dive on his twitter because he's him /neg and its crazy... liek i dont know how to articulate it well but u can just see how abhorrent he is as a person for not only pursuing jess irl when he was abg to go into college and she was still in high school . i have some pics

LIKE ? if u want to display ur self insert ocs repationship (which OBJECTIVELY is disgusting as the age gap at 14/15 and 18 is fucking just wrong) like dont get mad at people for wanting CANON aph to not be with CANON aaron because ?3!,&39.&;£ JUST BECAUSE U WROTE IT TO BE A PERSONIFICATION OF UR GUYS DISGUSTING IRL RELATIONSHIP AND THE PORTRAYED IT AS HEALTHY ROMANTIC HIGH SCHOOL LOVERS DOES NOT MEAN THAT PEOPLE CANT FUCKING CRITICISE IT hjsbzjsjd

and and like CHILDREN LITERAL PRE TEENS are watching and being influenced by this age gap seeing it as romantic and goals, then go pursue this fantasized gross thing and LIKE ARE GROOMED BECAUSE ITS CRAZY to display that age gap as healthy ?37;8:&/

im sorry that this is so heated but as someone who literally thought they were absolute goals when i was younger it just makes me sick because i was so lucky my dumb non american 10 year old self didnt know what a sophomore or freshman was and didnt get their ages but others weren't

i have seen PEOPLE talk about how they saw pdh aarmau and thought it was okay and recount their grooming and abuse they experienced because fiction affects reality and thats what happens when u as a creator choose to display that in a healthy and idealised light

tldr : i hate jesson vehemently with a passion and their portrayal of hate on their aarmau as mean trollers is fucking annoying because it wouldve been so easy to just not have a 14/15 yr old and 18yr old shown as romantically involved but no they had to because its a personification of their irl selves and thus is shielded from criticism ...?

tw grooming and age gap

this makes me absolutely fucking sick. i feel bad for jess for being put in that position at a young age but putting it out there for literal children and pre-teens to see is different. because you are influencing them to believe this should be normal. i literally had a debate with someone who defended aarmau in pdh bc “it was normal at the time” a week ago.

and yeah, when you make yourself and your partner a character, make money off people consuming said characters, you lose any right to keep ppl from criticizing and from being ‘possessive’ over said character. sorry jesson you cannot have the best of both worlds.

ALSO JASON BEING “yeah it’s so sad that my wife is acting out being in romantic situations with block characters :(“ then maybe??? just dont??? do it? you guys chose to make aphmau and aaron personifications of yourselves so you shouldn’t be bitching about shit like this.

#i hope this make sense if it doesn’t im rlly sorry #i have a hard time putting a coherent argument together #aphmau #tw grooming #tw age gap

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La La Land

Read Prologue, One

Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, gaslighting (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: Spoilers (up to episode 7, just to be safe) cheesy sitcom talk, the fifties, the ‘dinner table’ scene, The nickname ‘kiddo’

Oh, Kiddo

“Uh oh.” You didn’t need to check the recipe book to know that cookies weren’t suppose to make smoke invade the inside of the oven.

“Still better then the last batch.” Wanda said, a small cough falling from her mouth as you tipped the burnt treats into a small bin under the counter.

The sight of the now empty tray made you sigh sadly, the burnt pieces of dough was going to take decades to scrub off!

“I’m sorry about the tray.” You let it drop into the sink. “I promise, as soon as mom comes back, I’ll get you a new one.”

Wanda scoffed playfully, a point of her finger making the tray levitate in front of her. “Don’t be silly, kiddo!” You watched in awe as it turned back to its shiny silver. “I have an amazing cleaner.” You both giggle.

“Well I should at least do the dishes myself.” The sight of Wanda trying to argue made you hold your hand up in silent protest “No, no. You aren’t the only one who has hands.”

“You wash, I dry?” The perfect compromise.

The kitchen fell into peaceful silence except for the bubbly soap that filled the sink. It was the perfect start of a new day (maybe not for the oven) and you couldn’t help smile at the warmth that swelled through you.

“Busy hands make the heart grow fonder” Your mother’s words echoed inside of you as you finished the final dish.

The thought didn’t stay for long before the sound of a plate breaking made you jump, turning quickly as it hit the floor.

“My wife and her flying sources.” Vision quipped as the last of the shattered plate fell off his shoulder, dressed in a respectable suit and dress shoes.

“My husband and his indestructible head.” Wanda replied with a teasing smile. The perfect couple was a sight to behold as you grabbed the glass from the air above her and placed it back in the cuboard.

“Aren’t we a fine pair?” Vision gave his a wife a small kiss on the head and turned to you with a small smile. “Good morning, Kiddo.” You greeted him, drying your hands on the skirt of your dress. “I’m starting to think you came with the house.” Wanda chuckled.

“Mom will be back soon, I promise, the house will be teenage free before you know it.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” He lets the newspaper in his hand slide across the countertop. “I’m only teasing.”

“What do you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and black coffee?” Wanda’s words made your mouth water, it felt as though you hadn’t eaten in days and a full breakfast was just what you needed.

“I say. ‘Oh, I don’t eat food.’” He smiled.

“Well, that explains the empty refrigerator.” Her words confused you. There wasn’t even the carton of milk you were sure was there earl-

“Wanda?” Vision’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, she simply hummed in question.

“Is there something special about today?”

“Well, I know the apron is a bit much, dear, but I am doing my best to blend in.” You watch as she crosses the kitchen.

“No, no, there on the calander. Someone’s drawn a little heart right above today’s date.” He lets his chin rest on her head while you move closer to see. Sure enough, there it was.

“Oh, yes.” Wanda said with tense shoulders. “The heart.” She looked over at you for some guidance, the confused look she saw didn’t help calm her nerves. “Well, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Vis.” She turned in his arms with a look of accusation and hands laid on her hips.

“Forgotten?” He scoffed. “Oh, Wanda, I’m incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. That’s not an exaggeration. In fact, I’m incapable of exaggeration.”

“Well, then tell me what’s so important about today’s date.”

You had to stifle a laugh when you looked at him; mouth blown out like a fish and eyes wide, a stern look from Wanda made you cover it with a cough.

“What was the question again?” Vision turned quickly. “Oh, well. Perhaps, you’ve forgotten yourself.”

“Me? Heavens, no. I’ve been so looking forward to it.” You let Vision pass you, choosing to keep to yourself and take a sit at the table.

“As have I.” He said proudly with arms folded. “Today we are celebrating...”

Why were you so hungry?

“You bet we are...”

Why were you always, so hungry?

“It’s the first time we....have ever celebrated this occasion before.”

“It’s a.... special day!”

Something doesn’t feel right

“Perhaps an evening... of great significance...”

Can you feel her clawing?

“Kiddo?” Her voice makes you jump in your seat, letting out a small hiss from hitting your knee underneath the table. “You alright?”

“I...” Silly you, always dozing off. “I’m just peachy keen, Wanda!” A series of knocks on the door makes her pause and you’re quick to stand. “I’ll get it!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that...” She trailed behind you, a polite smile on her face as you open the door.

You barley grab the large plant that’s shoved in your face, the woman breezing past you with her hand out.

“Hello. dear, I’m Agnes. Your neighbour to the right.” Wanda lets out a awkward laugh but takes her hand anyway. “My right, not yours.” She’s loud and very, very talkative. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.”

You pull the plant away from you with a huff. Wanda gives you an apologetic look, grabbing it from your hands, both of you watching as Agnes makes her way through.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from, and most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

Very talkative indeed.

Wanda laughs as she crosses the room -leaving you to close the door - and sent Agnes a friendly smile.

“I’m Wanda.” She gestures to you over the woman’s shoulder. “And we call her ‘Kiddo’.”

“Easier that way.” You add as you smooth out your skirt once more, choosing to sit on the edge of the couch. Agnes turns to you with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear!” You wave her off with another friendly smile. “Wanda, Kiddo, lovely names for two lovely ladies.” You all share a small giggle.

“Golly.” Agnes’ eyes scan the room. “You settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

“I sure did.” You wanted nothing but to rip off that stupidly large bow off that equally obnoxious plant, but you didn’t want to be rude. “Those boxes don’t move themselves.” Agnes chuckled and you were itching to move it from the table Wanda placed it on.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house? With a daughter no less.” You and Wanda were quick to explain.

“I’m not her daughter.” You move back as her dress skirt fills your vision, looking over at Wanda. “Just visiting.”

“I’m married.” She added with a gleeful shine in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t see a ring.”

“Well, I assure you I’m married.” She covers her hand with the other. “To a man. A human one and tall.”

Agnes was a very suffocating presence; her dress bold and checker patterned, your polka dots looked rather bland compared to it and when she took a seat next to you - practically in your lap at one point of readjusting - you had never felt so small.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll be home later tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us.”

“Oh, is it someone’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.”

“Well today isn’t a holiday, is it?”

Were there any holidays in March? You - like most days - were left completely blank.

“No, it’s not a holiday...” Wanda’s hands fidget, you couldn’t help but join, opting to pick at a thread on your sleeve.

Today was.... hmm, what was today? You tried to remember if Vision or Wanda spoke of anything special, but nothing really stood out from the crowd.

“An anniversary then?”

“Ye... yes!” The relief on her face was almost comical. “Yes! It’s our anniversary!” Agnes couldn’t hide her excitement, grabbing your hand mid pull of the thread and held another one for Wanda to take.

“Oh, how marvellous.” She turned forward, putting both of your hands in her lap as Wanda joined on the couch. “How many years?”

“Well, it feels like we’ve always been together.”

“Lucky gal.” Agnes shook your hand with a smile. “Isn’t it just, having such a wonderful influence like that?” Wanda blushed. “The only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer named ‘June 2nd’. “ At least she was entertaining, right? “So, what do you have planned?”

“How do you mean?”

“For your special night. A young thing like you doesn’t have to do much, but it’s still nice to set the scene.” You and Wanda shared a glance as Agnes turned once more. “Say, I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article -“ She gave you both a playful slap on the thigh as she stood. “- called ‘How To Treat Your Husband To Keep Your Husband,’ and let me tell you, what Ralph could really use is, ‘How To Goose Your Wife So You Don’t Lose Your Wife’.”

Maybe you were just a bad judge of character or you were simply just insecure, but Agnes, to her credit, had quickly found a way to pull on your hearstrings in a perfect way.

Or maybe she was just very funny.

“Hang on. I’ll go grab it and we can start planning.” She turned to you before leaving and pointed a perfectly manicured finger. “Now, I hope you don’t have plans, Kiddo! Suducing a man is a lesson no school could teach you, Though a pretty gal like you shouldn’t need a whole lot.” She laughed and you couldn’t help but feel the warm rush to your cheeks at the compliment. “Oh, this is gonna be a gas!”

With a final giggle and smile, Agnes was gone. You moved closer to Wanda as she let out a happy sigh.

“Before she comes back,” She turns to you fully. “- can I throw that horrid plant out?”

———

“-and you don’t have a song? Nothing special you played at your weddding?” Agnes asked, the magazine sitting on her lap.

“No, nothing special.” That seemed to be the go to answer for Wanda; no song, no inside joke and not even a favourite date. Maybe that was the new era of marriage?

“I’ll just loan you some records then.” Agnes said before pointing to the notepad in your hand. “Mark that off the list, Kiddo.” You nodded and did just that. “What are we up to?”

“We’ve got wardrobe, music and...” God, you had horrible handwriting. “Oh, decor!” Agnes let out a happy hum and looked back at the article.

“Hmm... oh, what about seduction techniques?”

“Oh, I have those.” The loud chuckle made Wanda frown, suddenly unsure.

Agnes was really good at that.

“Of course, you do.”

“Just out of curiosity, what does it say?” You both leaned in, the chair you were sitting on unfortunately made it impossible to see over her shoulder.

“That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic.”

“Any other tricks?”

“You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men.” She suggested with a smirk.

“Now, that’s romantic.” The shared laughter is quick to die down when the phone rings. “Oh.” Agnes hands you a glass of apple cider, a small enough glass to blur the moral line of underage drinking, and raised hers with a grin.

“Drink up, dear.”

“Vision residents.” Wanda said politely over the phone, the voice of her husband making her grin. “Vision, sweetheart.” You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the bitterness of the drink, not a hint of apple was in it. Alcohol was truely disgusting.

“Don’t worry, dear. I have everything under control.” She turned towards you both with a knowing smile, debating whether or not to wrap the cord around her fingers like the giddy school girl she felt like.

Agnes took another sip and clicked her tongue. “Oh! I knew you looked familiar.” She said, adverting you attention. “You’re Lori’s girl, aren’t you?” You couldn’t explain why your stomach dropped. “Lovely woman, real smart cookie. Didn’t she want to be an actress or a.... hmm, oh....um -“

“A journalist.” The bitterness of the cider in that moment seemed like heaven, and you downed the rest in one go. Agnes giggled and nodded.

“That’s right, a journalist, very modern.” The conversation died after that, instead filled with tonight’s plan for Wanda. But even when you laughed and giggled along, deciding which record of Agnes’ to put on, that pit of dread remained.

You just wanted to know why.

———

So maybe baking wasn’t your strong suit, or even a decent hobby, but you did know how to set a mood. The candlight that filled the living room and the smell of vanilla (Agnes had enough of it to make you dizzy) was just the right amount of sweetness and romance.

“All done!” You call with a proud smile on your face. You turned as Wanda peaked her head out from the kitchen door.

“Aw, Kiddo, what would I do without you?” She had her hair curled to perfection, and makeup that made her look like a porcelain doll. She was the perfect wife and you had to admit, Agnes was right about you taking notes. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You grab your coat from the dining chair and give her a final smile. “Have fun.” She disappears back in the kitchen and you try to hide the knowing smirk on your face as you hear the front door. “I know, I know, I’ll be gone in two min-“

“You never told me you had kids.” A male voice, one you had never heard before, interrupted you. Your coat buttons were long forgotten as the couple strolled in; Vision looking just as horrified and confused as you.

“I... uh.”

“I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner, Kiddo.” Vision said with a nervous laugh. “Mr. Hart, this is my...”

“Cousin. Just flew in.” You can’t stop your hands from fidgeting as Vision nods.

“Yes! Yes, my cousin, Kiddo.”

“You’re name is ‘Kiddo’?” Mr. Hart is hostile, and his wife has to slap his shoulder when he glares at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s a lovely name.” She steps from behind her husband and lets out a small gasp. “Oh, how every atmospheric.” You forced a polite smile, blowing out one of the candles when she turns.

“What’s going on here, Vision? You blow a fuse?”

“Why don’t you take a seat...” You are quick to grab onto Vision’s hand and pull towards you with a smile. “And we’ll go and fetch the lady of the house.” Vision almost trips on the way to the kitchen behind you, you were a lot stronger then you looked.

“What’s going on?” This was not at all what you thought was going to happen. Maybe you had too much cider? “Where is she?” Vision didn’t wait for you to answer, already out of the kitchen before you could even think of a answer. “Wanda!” She was only there a moment ago.

“Vision.” Her smile fades to horror and she’s quick to move her hands away from Mr. Hart. “Oh! Oh!” She looks back and fourth from Vision and the Harts. When she caught glimpse of you, she nearly fainted, covering her chest as her cheeks bloomed a bright red.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Well, what is... yeah, what is the meaning of...” His stammering wasn’t helping, at all, to calm anyone’s confusion. “Oh, the meaning of it! You want to know the meaning of it.... and the meaning of it is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality.” Wanda nodded, quickly making her way over as Vision covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

“Is that my host behind me?” She faked a laugh and you chose to find interest in your shoes.

“It certainly is.”

“Lovely to make you acquaintance.”

“Yes!” You wished the floor would suck you down to a hole in the ground, the awkwardness almost suffocating. “See, I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe.” You look up with a grin as Vision put a hand on your shoulder. “And... so is my cousin.”

“Oh, how exotic!” Mrs. Hart said with a grin of her own, how on earth did they buy that?

“We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks.” Her husband grumbled.

“Oh, hush, Arthur!” She slapped his chest playfully with a chuckle. “Have you no culture at all ? And that dress!”

“Yes! It’s... “ Vision can’t help but take a double take at his wife’s appearance. “It’s so... Sokovian, Is what it is! Yes!”

“Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” Wanda was light and fast on her feet, making sure to pull the fabric from a lamp before going to the kitchen.

“Oh, Yes!” Vision gestures to the candles and follows his wife.

You turn to the couple, with the brightest smile you can muster.

“Please.” You say with arms wide. “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable.” The minute they reach the couch and sit, you get to work on the candles. You only get five done before Vision barrels through the door.

“Can you help Wanda? She’s just... “ Mrs. Hart glances over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “- finishing dinner.”

You are quick to excuse yourself.

———

“Oh, where is she?” Wanda tightens her apron for the third time, eyes glued to the door. She had changed from the silk, now wearing a modest evening dress.

“Oh, thank heavens!” Agnes had barley even walked past the window and Wanda, wasting no time, opened the back door wide. “Oh, Agnes! You’re a life-saver.”

“What kind of housewife would I be if I didn’t have a gourmet meal for five just lying about the place?” Both you and Wanda grab for the various tins and trays, trying to save the poor woman’s arms. “Not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans which explains a lot about his personal hygiene, mind you.”

“I can take that.” You weren’t expecting her to drop the large pot so carelessly, not being able to catch it in time as it hit your foot with loud bang on the floor. “Ow.”

“Oh, my!” Agnes dropped to her knees, wiping off your shoe and picking up the pot and lid. “Butter fingers.” You chuckle and wave it off.

“It’s okay.” She gives you a bright smile and placing everything properly on the bench.

“- sure she’s absolutely fine in there!” The sound of Vision’s voice booms through the kitchen, a warning that made you both flustered.

“Oh, thank you, Agnes. I think we’ve got it covered from here.” Wanda said, placing her hands on the woman’s back and pushing gently.

“Are you sure dear?” Agnes asked, getting a small “mhmm” back from her. “Many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip.”

“You’re so naughty.” Wanda scolds playfully, you were kept busy with unpacking several vegetables from her wicker basket.

“Oh, shall I pre-heat the oven then, dear?” The witch was quick to steer her around from it as you moved out of the way.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, alright then. Well I know you’re in a pinch so this menu can be done in a snap.” Agnes made sure to snap her fingers, always one for the theatrics. “Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced turnovers to start.” She moved back towards the counter, Wanda letting out a breath as she followed. “Chicken à la king with twice-cooked new potatos for your second course.” She gave you a pat as she passed you. “And steak Diane and mint jellies for your main.”

Wanda had to move back as Agnes turned once more, finger inches from her face. “Do you set you own jellies, dear?” You both nod. “Good girls.” Wanda grabs her waist again and pushed but as she inches from the outside, she calls out to you. “Recipe cards are on the counter.”

Wanda closes the door, hands up as you read one of the cards.

“So, I guess we should start with-“

“No time, Kiddo.” With a flick of her wrist; every cuboard opened and you had to duck your head down to advoid getting hit with a frying pan. “Sorry.”

The kitchen quickly was in complete chaos; the smell of various veggies and seasonings overwhelmed your senses, and while you tried desperately to grab a wooden spoon from the air to stir, the kitchen bar devider opened.

Yeah, take out the papers and the trash, or you won’t get no spending cash

You and Wanda both watched in a mix of confusion and fear, apparently Vision could sing. You reached up on your toes once more and pulled the spoon down with a satisfied grin.

If You don’t scrub the kitchen floor, you ain’t gonna rock and roll no more

Oh, right. Mrs. Hart was inches away from a stressed out witch and her teenage sidekick surrounding by levitating kitchen supplies.

Time to close the shutters.

Yakety yak! Don’t talk back

You closed them with a sharp slam.

———

The past ten minutes had to be on the list of “worst moments ever” of your life, the world felt a little too off center and you had to remind yourself that breathing wasn’t just a personal choice. Wanda wasn’t doing too great either; the chicken went from borderline ash to newly laid eggs, it was starting to feel a little too warm in here. If you weren’t panicking so much, you might have remembered that the large coat you wore that had wool lining was easily removable.

“How’s the potatos, Kiddo?” Wanda turned to you with a frown at your apparence; you were covered in flour and unmoving from the corner, bowl in hand and eyes shinny.

“Am I moving?” You ask.

“No.” She gently grabs the bowl from your hands, grimacing at the mush inside and pulling you to the table. “Why don’t you have a seat? Hmm, take a few deep breaths and just re- oh no!” It was too late to save the cream from spilling on the floor.

Wanda almost wanted to join you at the table.

“Oh, what was I supposed to do next? What was the main course again?” She let the cards float around her, hands quickly turning them.”it was... steak.” Wrong card. “No. Steak...steak Diane!”

“Yes?!” You manage to look over at the closed blinds, Vision’s voice following again soon after. “I’m just coming... Fred.”

Wanda - after taking her own advice - had finally managed to put the kitchen back in order, all pots and pans back perfectly in their cupboards. You were finally calming down, able take a minute to process as she floated the lobster to the pot of boiling water.

But both of you felt the familiar panic burn through your veins when someone came rushing in from the living room, Wanda letting out a startled gasp and throwing the meat out the window. It was only after the window slammed shut that you realised it was just Vision.

“How can I be of assistance?” He asked with huff. Funny, you wouldn’t think a robot would need to take a breather.

“Well, the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop so the steak is the last man standing.” Wanda replied, grabbing the recipe card from the counter. “It says here I can cut down the prep time with a meat tenderizer.”

“Excellent plan. Where’s the tenderizer?”

“I’m looking at him.” He gingerly took the mallet with a small “ah” and was forced to look up when the divider opened once more.

“Hoo-hoo in there!” Mrs. Hart’s head popped in and Wanda was quick to move, almost ruining the poor woman’s curls when she closed it.

“Hoo-hoo back to you!” She pulls at the strings of her apron with a sigh. “Finish the meat, find the lobsters.” She turned to you. “Lose the coat, Kiddo.” Her apron is pulled from her hips and Vision barley catches it. “We’ll be right back.”

You stand, pulling off the emerald green coat. One look at your dress and Wanda lets out a gasp.

“Can’t go out like that.” She grabbed the coat from you and folded it on your chair, the dress was covered and she had hoped that the coat would have been an effective shield.

“I can go home and change.” You say with a wipe of your cheek. Wanda stops you from moving.

“No, allow me.” She clicks her fingers and - with a dramatic puff of smoke - your old dress is replaced with a beautiful turquoise one, white lining on the collar and floral skirt to match. It was gorgeous. “Perfection. Now, lets go.”

You give a quick “sorry” at the door, startling Mrs. Hart as you trail behind your frazzled friend.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a smile.

“Starved, is more like it.” Mr. Hart replied as he pushed off the couch, a frown permanently placed on his face.

“My head is starting to feel woozy.” A low growl from your stomach seemed to agree with Mrs. Hart, luckily a loud bang from the kitchen covered the sound.

“Were either of you aware that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?” Wanda’s hands never stopped moving, and the nervous chuckle only made Mr. Hart more frustrated.

“What are you going on about?” Another loud bang made you all jump and you had to stop yourself from cursing. “And what’s going on in there?” You luckily didn’t have to stop him from moving as Wanda fell ontop of him, his hands catching her by the arms.

The room seemed to spin, things were moving so quickly you could barley keep up. Wanda was still in the man’s arms when a loud knocking filled the room, you were sure you were going to faint.

“Who could that be?” Wanda practically ran to the door, happy for the distraction and Vision was quick on her heels. Mrs. Hart pulled at your sleeve, a kind smile on her face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“I... uh,” The words got lost in your mouth. Could everyone just calm down for a second? The slam of the door forced you both out of the small moment.

“Who was that?” Her husband asked.

“A salesman”

“Telegram!” Vision felt the glare of Mr. Hart. “A man selling telegrams.”

“Wouldn’t you know it.” Wanda added, hands behind her back. “Good news is more expensive.” You couldn’t hear what Vision said after that, but by the way his wife frowned and pulled her apron off him, it must’ve been yet another problem. She glided past you, the sight of a pineapple behind her back didn’t answer any questions, but you let her go on her way regardless.

“Well.” Vision said, hands on his hips proudly. “I think tonight’s going swimmingly. Anyone for Parcheesi?”

“My head is spinning.” Mrs. Hart replied, feet dragging her to the couch.

“Oh, Mrs. Hart -“ You grabbed her arm, gently helping her down as Vision fanned her face.

“Did you hear that? My wife’s head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don’t like her head to do that.” You could feel the annoyance radiating off him. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re not management material, Vision.”

“Sir, if you could just wait a few -“ The glare he gave almost made your knees buckle, looking at Vision for help as he continued.

“You know, I had high hopes for you. But from what I’ve seen here tonight, you can barley keep it together. I mean, look around.” He gestured around him with his hands. “There’s all the chaos going on in your household. Now, when are we gonna eat?”

“Dinner is served.”

Oh, thank God.

The table behind you was set to perfection; each plate the perfect distance apart, and each with a set of cutlery and wine glass. You’re stomach was growling and you were quick to move to your seat - the only glass filled with some kind of juice - and gave Wanda a grateful smile.

“Breakfast for dinner? How very-“

“European.” Mrs. Hart interrupted, eyes glued to the table.

“Ohh! Let’s have a toast!” Vision moves to his end of the table, the Harts following as you raise your glass. “To my lovely and talented wife.”

“To our esteemed guests.” Wanda adds with a smile. You all clink your glasses with a small “cheers” and take a sip of the juice. It was sugary sweet, but did nothing to fill your belly. “Well, please eat before it gets cold.”

You don’t have to be told twice; sitting besides Mrs. Hart - who Vision was quick to offer a chair to like a gentleman - and letting your napkin rest on your thighs.

“So,” She said as everyone settled properly in their seats. “Where did you two move from?” She grabbed her napkin. “What brought you here?” You cut a small piece of the sausage and raised it to your mouth. “How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?” Wanda let out a small laugh, so many questions!

“I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from...” You took another bite, warmth filling your body, and it took everything in to not gulp down the whole plate.

“Yes, we moved from...” Wanda’s face was a exact mirror of her husband’s, both struggling with empty memory.

“And we were married...”

You couldn’t stop eating, fork always full of egg and toast, the conversation becoming background noise.

“Yes, yes, we were married in...”

“Well? Moved from where ? Married when?” Mr. Hart’s voice snapped you back, another bite and you swallowed it down with a gulp of juice, eyes now between each end of the table.

“Now, patience, Arthur. They’re setting up their story. Let them tell it.” His wife waved him off with a smile and bite of food. Wanda stumbled once more, her fumbling only causing the tension to rise.

“Yes, what exactly is your story?”

“Oh, just leave the poor kids alone.” You took another sip, gagging as you felt something on your tongue.

“No, really, I mean,” It was slimy and thin, and as you pulled it out with your fingers, confusion filled you at the sight of a brown leaf. “I think it’s a perfectly simple question. Honestly.” It dropped to your plate and you picked up the almost empty glass, the bottom was a dark orange, and the hundreds of little pieces floating in it made you feel sick. “Why did you come here? Why?”

Something’s Wrong

Mr. Hart slammed his hand down on the table, startling you to the point of completey dropping your glass, juice staining the carpet by your feet. You were left helpless as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Damn it, why? Why did you...” The air from his lungs vanishes, face turning red as he chokes.

“Oh, Arthur, stop it.”

Why won’t you move?

“Stop it.”

This doesn’t make sense

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

Mr. Hart grips the table, letting out another failed attempt of breath before vanishing under it, still chocking.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

This is wrong, all wrong

“Stop it.”

I want to go home

“Vision, help him.”

And just like that, the world makes sense again.

You let out a shaky laugh as Vision helps the man up from the floor. You take one more bite of food as Mr. Hart checks his watch with a sigh.

“Well, would you look at the time?”

“Yes. We’d better be going.” Mrs. Hart replies, standing as you follow suit, making sure to tuck your chair in.

“Well... are you both alright?” Wanda asks, giving you a small smile as they walk to the door.

“We had such a lovely time.” She turns quickly and wraps her hands around Wanda’s eyes. “This guest is leaving your home.” She laughs.

“Yes, thank you for coming.”

You pay them no mind; body moving passed them on autopilot, you didn’t care to hear them say goodbye, didn’t care when Mr. Hart told Vision about a promotion, or when Wanda offered you the guest bedroom since it was just “too late to walk home alone, you didn’t care.

And when you finally slipped into the covers, eyes shutting as sleep took hold of you, you finally felt at peace.

Your mind was yours, and yours alone for the first time that day, and you wanted nothing more then to wake up under the star-lights in your bedroom.

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