#its not high school anymore she deserves better

[shvroyism]

they need to stop including Brooke in Lucas’ annoying love dilemmas. FREE MY GIRL!!!

[wolfwarrior142]

As someone who relates to Rayla on a ton of personal/internal stuff and has actually seen some improvement in my own massive self confidence issues as a result of seeing her try to work through hers (both in this season and previously) and work on trusting people better, I hate that people are saying that bullshit. Oh no, characters who appear strong because of unhealthy coping mechanisms they've learned now learning how to develop more healthy ones. While also becoming close with those around them as a result. Oh no. The humanity. It's so awful to see. Especially in a show that's technically a kids show. And can maybe help kids. The humanity.

I'm glad I haven't actually seen anyone say that personally, cuz thats a very toxic mindset for people to have and I'd get so...annoyed with it. I'd block em immediately for sure cuz no one needs that bullshit.

people watching rayla learning how to trust / let other people help her, which a lack of was her entire fucking problem in arc 1: is this a bad character arc

[heliads]

I love you writing and I was hoping you could write Ben Florian x VK!Reader the reader is Lefou's kid. A soulmate AU where the negative things you think about yourself are marked on your soulmate's skin. Reader only has one or two things because Ben is from Auradon and has a good life and family. While Ben has around half a dozen. Reader is the one who gives Ben the love potion. During the lake scene they notice Ben is their soulmate and tries (but fails) to hide it thinking he deserves better

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There really is no good place for a prince. They are political figureheads in every sense of the phrase— too young to actually rule, too old to be allowed to skip state functions. They sit in corners of expensive meetings and cut ribbons in front of newly opened buildings, but they can’t do a whole lot except smile and pose. 

Shame your friend seems so fixated on capturing one, then. It feels like you’ve just barely left the Isle of the Lost, only bid farewell to the entirety of your prior life experience hours ago, and yet already Mal is scheming about how to best tear down everything around you. If Prince Ben is the best way to fulfill her nefarious plans, then so be it.

The only problem is that you’re now involved in all of this, too. Mal wants a wand and so she’ll take a prince to get there, but as one of her best friends, you’ve been drafted into the plot to catch a prince. Ben won’t have any idea what’s coming. Shame, he would probably run if he had any clue.

Mal’s good at covering her tracks, though, she always has been. You can remember elaborate plans from when you were much younger to steal cookies or cloaks, spellbooks and shoes. At this point, hearing Mal tell you that she’s going to bewitch the crown prince of Auradon into falling in love with her shouldn’t surprise you, just the fact that she’s taken this long to come up with the idea.

Usually, you have no problem going along with Mal’s little adventures. They’re entertaining, at the least, a good way to pass a few days when you’ve already gone over every alleyway and hiding place on the Isle at least a dozen times in the last month. The issue is that you’re not on the Isle anymore, and maybe– just maybe– disrupting everything here isn’t entirely what you want to do.

Mal doesn’t know this, of course. None of your fellow VKs do. Every time they monologue and moan about how they can’t wait to get out of this place, you find yourself holding your tongue, biting back your real thoughts about how the school isn’t actually as bad as you feared. Sure, the constant judgment from the other children of princes and princesses isn’t all that fun, but Auradon Prep has its positives, too. For one thing, you think your soulmate might be here.

What a terrible thing for the child of a villain to prioritize. You’ve heard Mal scoff at the idea of a soulmate, and although Evie is certainly more interested in the idea than some of your other friends, you’re still not sure that you’d find a welcome audience amongst their ranks when it comes to tracking down your soulmate. After all, the odds of that soulmate being from Auradon and not the Isle are pretty high. They’ve all but told you that themselves.

All things considered, for a society with such control over magic and spells, it’s pretty difficult to find your soulmate. You’d always wondered why those in charge couldn’t shorten the whole affair to something more simple– a name on the wrist, perhaps, or an invisible string that only the two of you could see– but instead, soulmate magic went the complicated route. How lovely.

The story about the origin of the soulmate magic is convoluted and ancient, going back generations and changing with each family. The general consensus is that soulmates were created to preserve the sanctity of true love, with the idea that soulmates should be able to love each other entirely, flaws and all. So, when you think something negative about yourself, those very same thoughts will show up on the skin of your soulmate, something like a warning label for what they’re going to get themselves into.

This is all well and good for people with few negative thoughts, maybe they’ll have something here and there about a bad sports result or a poor test grade that their soulmate can chuckle over before meeting them. For you, though? You, the child of a villain, cursed to live forever on a too-small island with the other convicts and criminals, you have had more fears and hated things about yourself than most. Your soulmate must be covered in unhappy musings, which only makes you feel worse about yourself than before. A self-perpetuating cycle of the worst kind.

By contrast, the startling absence of your soulmate’s negative thoughts on your own skin makes you certain that they couldn’t be from the Isle of the Lost. There are only one or two fears on your skin, proof of loving parents and a stable home, and they’re minor things like a bad hair day or a fear of not doing their absolute best. These change, often leaving every few months to be replaced by something else insignificant.

What makes you most certain that your soulmate is the child of a royal is the one negative thought that has stayed on your skin since the very beginning. Your soulmate, whoever they are, is terrified that they will let down the king and queen. Only someone with close ties to the royalty could have such a fear, so it’s proof that your soulmate is somewhere here on Auradon.

So maybe you don’t want to leave this place, not yet. Not until you can learn who your soulmate is. It’ll be almost impossible to track them down on this information alone, but supposedly that’s how the whole thing is supposed to work. You learn about the worst parts of your soulmate, and then you get to love the best of them. The only problem is that you’re fairly sure that if your soulmate is a royal, they won’t want to love you at all.

It’s easier to ignore the whole affair. Easier to agree to Mal’s plan when she proposes enchanting Prince Ben. At least another one of your friend’s schemes will keep your mind off the soulmate affair.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, but your conscience is starting to get steadily more vocal as the days go by. Ben is a nice guy, which hurts, surprisingly. Although the love spell may have been cast on Mal, as one of Mal’s closest friends, you’re around the two of them all the time. The boy you see is someone that you wish could be your soulmate. He may be a prince, and you may be a villain, but he makes you want to believe in love after all.

You certainly have the capacity for such musings. For some reason, the love spell didn’t take all that well, and although Ben is now compelled to stay with Mal more than he was before, it’s not like he’s totally obsessed with her as Mal had hoped. Mal claims it’s because love spells can never work fully due to the soulmate issue, like having a soulmate is a kind of shield to protect you against that sort of enchantment, but regardless, Ben has just enough independent thought that he can tell you jokes and try to make you smile like– well, like he tries to do with Mal.

The realization that Ben is a genuinely good person, and worse, someone you don’t want to trick, haunts you as you fall further into Mal’s scheme. You’ve been trying to push the whole thing from your mind, letting Ben join your soulmate in the depths of your mind you don’t want to touch, but your train of thought keeps circling back to him despite your best attempts otherwise.

Besides, it doesn’t help that Mal keeps trying to involve you in the plot. Right now, the two of them are at the Enchanted Lake, out on a cute little date. Mal had been making mock disgusted faces at you the whole time she was getting ready, but some part of yourself can’t stop whispering that this doesn’t seem so bad, actually, that the thought of being out here alone with Ben would make for a wonderful day instead of the tedious chore Mal is making it out to be.

Ben doesn’t know you’re here, though. Mal wanted backup in case something happened, so you’re lingering in the woods to keep anyone from stumbling upon the scene and also holding onto more magical baked goods in case Mal feels the need to renew the spell. It’s kind of like torture, strolling through this beautiful forest, knowing that Ben is so close and you are helping hold him under the thrall of this plot.

The storm in your mind must be thundering too loudly for you to think straight, because you lose track of yourself and accidentally walk too close to the lake. You weren’t supposed to be spotted, but before you can back away and melt back into the foliage, Ben looks up and sees you. You panic, immediately heading the way you’d come, but you hear footsteps after you moments later and Ben manages to track you down before you can go too far. Mal is so going to kill you for messing with her plan.

“Sorry,” you murmur, eyes wide when he finally catches up to you, “I didn’t realize the two of you were– I’ll go now.”

Ben shakes his head. “No, no, it’s alright. It’s not like we have a monopoly on the woods.”

He’s dripping water, most likely due to a recent dip in the lake, and you can’t seem to stop your gaze from following the path of the droplets as they cascade down his shoulders, across his hands, and, most importantly of all, over the swooping letters of the fears of his soulmates. 

Usually, Ben wears long sleeves or something else to hide them. You can see why now– there are many of them, many more than you, perhaps half a dozen in all. You can’t read all of them from where you’re standing, just snippets about how a villain’s kid shouldn’t have a soulmate, how they’ll never amount to much, things like that. Things like what you’ve been thinking recently.

Ben must catch on to your train of thought, because he smiles weakly, absentmindedly scratching at a sentence proclaiming that his soulmate isn’t worth the good luck they get. “Yeah, my soulmate’s a little stressed, I guess. Hopefully, I can talk about that with them soon. I want them to know that they’re worth it, wherever they are.”

It had never occurred to you that hating yourself would make your soulmate this obsessed. You have no proof that Ben is your soulmate but– 

But, as you watch, you can see a new fear appearing out of nowhere, wrapping itself around Ben’s left wrist. I’m not good enough for a soulmate this good. Just what you were thinking mere moments ago. It’s like proof.

Ben looks up slowly, and although you were never blessed with the ability to read minds, you swear you can tell exactly what he’s thinking right now. “Are you–” he starts, ends, tries again, “Do you know who your soulmate is?”

You can do several things at this moment. You can confirm what you’re mostly sure is true, you can lie, you can pretend you hadn’t heard him. You spot movement in the trees behind him, a flash of purple, and remember belatedly that Mal is still somewhere at the Enchanted Lake, waiting for Ben to come back and wondering why you’re holding him here for so long.

All of a sudden, the reality of the situation comes crashing down around your shoulders. This is not something that can happen. Ben is a prince. You are the child of a villain, and the friend of another VK who’s counting on you to continue fooling Ben so she can pursue her latest mad plan. There is no world in which this works out.

So, you force a smile, banishing all thoughts back into the deep recesses of your brain once more. “No,” you say, “I don’t know. I think they’re a VK, though.”

Ben’s face falls in a flash. “Really? Because I thought–”

You shake your head quickly. “I don’t– it’s not me. I think Mal is waiting for you, though. You shouldn’t keep her for long.”

Ben glances back over his shoulder in memory of the girl he’s left somewhere in the woods behind him, and when he looks back, you’re gone. You’re good at running. It’s a skill you’ve perfected over the years. You just never thought you’d have to use it now.

Prince Ben is your soulmate. Impossible. True. Mal comes back later that afternoon, tells you the date went splendidly despite your accidental intrusion. Ben must not have let the brief moment in the woods faze him for long. It hurts more than you care to admit.

There is only so much running a VK can do, try as they might to pretend otherwise. You avoid Ben at all costs, hoping that whatever foolish war is currently being fought inside your heart will come to a tolerable ceasefire if you just ignore it long enough. Mal tells you that the plan is going swimmingly, she’s never seen the prince more excited about the VKs and the upcoming coronation. You nod and smile and tell her that you’re glad everything is going to plan, but inside, you cannot seem to stop your mind from screaming. 

And then, all of a sudden, despite your best attempts to remain out of sight, Prince Ben finds you. It’s completely out of the blue, so casual that you almost don’t realize it’s happening until he’s sitting down at your table in the library and it’s too late to run. 

You feel like an animal caught in a trap. He’s just smiling like nothing is the matter. “I know it’s you,” he says by way of hello. 

Your heart is stuck in your throat. “What?”

“I know it’s you,” Ben repeats, “I know you’re my soulmate. I had the Fairy Godmother do a little spell so I could check for you, but I think I knew since that day at the lake.”

You frown. “You can do that?”

He shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “Not everyone can, I think. But I, uh, insisted.”

You grin. “Prince privileges?”

“Something like that.” He’s smiling, though, maybe pleased that you’re not trying to run off this time. “But you knew even without the spell, didn’t you?”

That does shake your uncertain sense of calm. “Yes,” you admit, “but I didn’t think you— I didn’t think it would work out.”

The look on Ben’s face is genuinely heartbreaking. “What, just because I’m a prince?”

He says it so casually, it’s almost funny. “Yes, Ben, because you’re a prince and I’m a VK. I mean, my dad was Lefou. He literally tried to ruin the happy ever after of your parents, why would you want someone like me to be your soulmate?”

“Same reason you shouldn’t be afraid to want me. You’re not your father, Y/N, and I’m not my parents. We’re just us, and I know that I want you to be my soulmate. I have since the start. I was hoping you would tell me you knew, but after a few days went by and you still said nothing, I figured I had to take matters into my own hands. Even if that meant using a spell or two.”

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to laugh in your face and tell you it’s ridiculous to think that he would ever want a VK as a soulmate, but he doesn’t. In fact, you don’t think he ever will. As impossible as it seems, Ben wants someone who isn’t from a perfect fairy tale. He wants you. And that, lovely and wonderful and absolutely crazy, sounds like a fairly good happily ever after for you. 

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @mayfieldss, @eclliipsed

[cator99]

please finish your wedding story, i so badly want to hear the rest of it. i await eagerly.

>everyone lived happily ever after

>a few weeks pass

>I write the brides a lengthy and detailed letter of recommendation to their immigration lawyer

>they're overjoyed and think its a beautiful letter, and I'm glad to help because I hope they last forever and get everything they want in life, if I may drop the act and be sincere for a moment

>a few days pass. the bride I've known for over 15 years messages me

>however... she doesn't care. she's on her honeymoon. and I'm just some chick she was friends with as a kid. what does upset her is how she found out.

>at first I assume that the woman who reached out to her (who I knew back in jr high, and is a few years older than me) was just trying to upset her

>bride tells me about how this woman was her best friend and then suddenly blocked her out of nowhere, which was (and is) still very painful for her

>the woman, who we will refer to as "A" whips up a story about being concerned for the bride's safety and privacy or something

>bride is confused. there's no identifying information. the post is a nothingburger to her. what's important here is that she's upset that this woman messaged her after 4 years, not to make things right..... but to talk about "zander"

>right, this is about me, because this is "A" we're talking about here...... hell hath no fury like a closet case scorned

how did she find my blog?

I assume it went like this:

>"A" goes to peek at her ex-bestie's wedding photos

>"Zander" Spotted

>runs to LC

>"hey does anyone remember Zander who I used to post about on here all the time 7 years ago? I may have found an update!"

>"that's terf cator99 who was posted about on the Women Youre Ashamed To Want To Fuck thread you fucking idiot that looks nothing like her"

>no here's proof!

>autism ensues

>several replies get deleted, other responses indicate they're "A" sperging and linking my blog

>people argue if I deserve to be there anymore

>"she's a tif"

>"no"

> yes"

>"no"

>"I used to know her" ["A" posting]

>"tell us more!"

>"she used to have this one pair of glasses and then she had this other pair of glasses that looked really good on her..."

meanwhile:

>assume she's probably back on her LC shit

>find and link bride to the LC thread and explain to her that "A" has just been trolling for fun and to pay it no mind, you're better off without her in your life

>"hey bride-chan, not to be weird but I'm just trying to understand this shit, do you think A ever had a thing for me... I always kind of assumed she was bi or gay when we were younger and thought it was cool that she was androgynous and went to school dressed as Kaito from vocaloid all the time so I wanted to be her friend but she was pretty rude to people and I backed off"

>"well i dont know but she's married to a man now..."

>yet here she is trying to get under the skin of two women who are with other women

to be fair I earned the lolcow title fair and square years ago all on my own, and really do feel I owe "A" a favor for introducing me to the site. it was very formative for me to find out places like that existed right at the moment I was starting to have conflicting thoughts about the trans shit so I could gain some self-awareness (and general awareness overall) (shout out to "A"s friend who cowtipped to me.....)

meanwhile, on LC:

>"well done ladies, we've figured it all out. Butch Lesbian cator99 is currently partying with gay men, and It is common knowledge that "gay men" are all secretly bisexuals who are looking to hook up with women who say things like "I'm a lesbian" and "I am not attracted to males". That is their mating call, in fact. These words activate the Hetero gland in the Amygdala like a sleeper agent who has been biologically programmed– as we all are– to stop the kiki-ing and split off into heterosexual pairings at the end of a poppers-fuelled night assless-twerking to Britney."

>"good work. But I'll one-up you: look at this screenshot."

[photo from an instagram account, featuring a photo of 17 year old Zander's legs in the bath. "I Am Totally Into Epic Awesome Penis Now!!!!!!" (She had never seen a penis)]

>"yes, this is definitely a normal thing for a straight woman to say. I always knew she was a faker."

>"yes. as im sure you're all aware, there are many social and career benefits from pretending to be a lesbian."

>"doesn't that idiot know that she can't just lie and change her orientation? I can't believe she's been straight this whole time."

>"what does she have to gain from lying?"

>"She's so adamant about being a lesbian, which is a dead giveaway for a cover-up operation. The more they resist, the more evident it is that they are lying in order to gain access to that highly lauded Online Lesbian Following, which is something every straight woman wants deep down."

meanwhile:

>call gf

>"bad news. I just found out I'm actually straight."

[supremeuppityone]

This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 3 [April 13-April 19, 2025] – Crime. Caroline approached her husband’s enemy with fear in her eyes but also cautious hope that her plan would work. Because it had to.

“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.” — Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

One Taste

            She shouldn’t have brought jam fritters. Who the hell brought dessert to her enemy’s home? Apparently she did, Caroline grumbled, straightening the plastic wrap over the fried pastry balls and nervously shifting her feet as she stood in the stuffy, outdated office of Stefan Salvatore. 

            “Caroline? How did you get in here,” Stefan asked credulously as he appeared at the threshold.

            She laughed softly, despite the fact that she felt far from joyful. “You put Damon in charge of your guards. Damon. You know, the idiot who dated that goth chick back in high school who had him convinced she was a vampire? Of course I got in.” Every town needed a village idiot, and Damon was Mystic Fall’s.

            He shook his head, smiling faintly. “Sometimes I think it’s a blessing and a curse that we grew up together like we did. We know far too many secrets about each other.”

            If he only knew.

“Do we,” she asked sadly, a slight hitch in her voice. Her eyes strayed to the dessert she brought over, the delicate gold edging of the platter peeking out from underneath the golden-brown dough balls. It was from her wedding china — Klaus had commissioned the exclusive hummingbird pattern himself. “I brought you jam fritters — Grandma Forbes’ recipe.”

            Stefan sat behind the massive wooden desk, gesturing toward the worn velvet wingback as he toyed with the edge of the platter, shifting it back and forth across the scarred top as he mused nostalgically, “She used to make these for us after school. And when I’d come over to escape my father.”

            We all tried to escape our fathers. As a kid, Caroline used to think the two lives she was forced to lead were endlessly exciting and romantic. She was the dutiful daughter of a founding family, whose generational wealth had helped build a town and ensured its future through charitable endowments. But she also was the dutiful daughter of a powerful, underground crime syndicate whose decades of extortion, money laundering, and murder had ensured their bloodthirsty reputation and begrudging respect among other organizations. Except for one.

            “Why are you here?”

            She flinched at the softness of Stefan’s tone. Even after she married into the rival Mikaelson organization, he hadn’t turned away from her like everyone else did, insisting their childhood friendship continue. Biting her lip, she twisted the antique wedding ring on her finger, searching for comfort in its filigreed pattern. How much should she tell?“I can’t take it anymore,” she blurted out, blue eyes widening at the desperation in her voice. “I...I want to leave Klaus. I have to. Everything he’s ever told me — it’s nothing but lies. He’s not who I thought he was.”

            Caroline managed a watery smile as Stefan reached across the desk to take her hand. She bowed her head in embarrassment. “I know I shouldn’t have come here. There’s so much bad blood between our families and even more with the Mikaelsons, but I’ve got nowhere else to go. Once I married Klaus, I was told to put his family above all others. And I tried, I really tried, but I can’t condone the way they do business.” Looking down at her hands, she whispered hoarsely, “I don’t have a voice there.”

            “I’ve been so afraid for you,” Stefan murmured. “Klaus’ ruthless reputation precedes him, and he molded himself into someone you could care for. It was all cruel lies and I’m so sorry you became tangled up in that terrible family. You deserve so much better.” He shook his head, his expression morose as he swore, “We Salvatores and Forbes manipulate the system to get what we want, but we at least stick to a code. The Mikaelsons are shameless in their pursuit of power and will sacrifice anyone who gets in their way.”

            With a shaky breath, Caroline nodded, awkwardly patting his hand before releasing it. “You’re not wrong. I just wish things could be different,” she said, wistfully staring off into space.

            “There’s a way out of this and I’m going to help you find it,” he declared confidently, eyeing the plate piled high with the treats she’d made. “It’ll be just like old times. We’ll stuff ourselves full of Grandma Forbes’ jam fritters and then come up with a plan.”

            “Maybe one taste,” Caroline agreed with a small smile, whipping off the plastic wrap with a flourish and generously offering Stefan the largest dough ball sitting right in the middle. She grabbed her own and let out a girlish giggle when he insisted upon tapping the fritters together before they took the first bite. Stefan’s cheeks were full as he gobbled down two more before she could take a bite.

            Suddenly, Stefan gurgled, grabbing at his throat with both hands. Confusion laced with fear flashed in his eyes as he desperately reached out for her. Caroline dropped the fritter she’d been holding back onto the plate, wiping her hands dispassionately on her floral skirt. She slowly stood, gaze roaming over Stefan with detached interest as he twitched and clawed uselessly at the air. She made sure that he saw her satisfied smile as he took his last breath.

            “It’s done,” she cheerfully called out, not bothering to acknowledge the steps behind her.

            A pair of strong arms slid around her waist, pulling her back to a nice, firm chest. Warm lips nuzzled her neck as Klaus rumbled, “Did he suffer? Rebekah said this was her most painful poison to date. She jokingly referred to it as the cure.”

            “Yes, it looked painful,” Caroline agreed, turning slightly to kiss the stubble along his jawline. “But it should’ve been more painful. We still haven’t found the rest of those poor girls — only pieces,” she growled, barely resisting the urge to march over to Stefan’s corpse and try to tear off his head with her nails.

            Klaus held her, murmuring soft words to calm her down. As the rigid set of her shoulders softened, he kissed her temple. “At least we rescued the rest of the women the Salvatores were trafficking. We Mikaelsons may not be paragons of virtue, but we at least stick to a code.”

            “Did Damon give you any trouble,” Caroline asked curiously as she began fastidiously cleaning surfaces using wipes from the black leather kit Klaus had brought.

            He chuckled, snapping on gloves before plucking a crystal tumbler from the marble-inlaid liquor cabinet and carefully setting it on its side beside Stefan’s stiffening fingers. “Damon’s predictability was quite helpful. Katherine lured him away with little more than a smear of red lipstick and a garish bustier. Elijah certainly exorcised quite a bit of pent-up aggression — I barely got to use my knife.”

            Caroline shook her head with an indulgent smile. Klaus was adorable when he pouted. She carefully scooped up the platter and poisoned dessert and placed them in the kit. Clicking a pair of tweezers, she pointed them at Stefan’s over-gelled hair helmet and asked, “Do we need more DNA to plant on Damon and his guards?”

            Tipping over the glass vial carrying a few drops of Rebekah’s poison near the tumbler, he answered, “No, Kol and his dancers took care of it.” With a derisive snort, he added, “Was surprised Stefan had any DNA left after that debauched weekend in Reno.”

            “Good. Then everything’s on schedule.” After a final kick to Stefan’s crotch with her pink heels, she flung herself into Klaus’ arms and kissed him soundly, reveling in the rumbling purr that escaped him.

            Placing a teasing kiss to the end of her nose, Klaus told her, “The family wouldn’t dream of straying from your schedule, love.”

            Family above all, Caroline recalled with a pleased smile.

[humorisstoredinthetits]

Poly Heathers + Veronica

This is a request, asking for something focused on Veronica with a healthy serving of angst thrown in, so this is for you

Veronica has issues, many of them in fact

I mean don't we all, have you looked outside in the past few months, but Veronica does a better job than most of hiding them

The main thing that weighed on her mind was the morality of being with the Heathers

They've changed, there's no doubt there

They don't harass people anymore (unless they deserve it), they've made up with the people who suffered the most at their hands and were mostly forgiven by these people and they donate millions every year to anti-bullying and pro-LGBT+ charities on top of donations to places like St. Jude's

But no matter how much they do, they cannot change the past, and the past is something that weighs heavily on Veronica

She vividly remembers the years of torment at their color-coded command, the sleepovers where she would learn of some abuse hurled at Betty or Martha that was directed by out outright done by them, and even her own experiences when she first joined the group

Its not something she easily forgets

She sees good in everyone and understands that everyone has the ability to change, but she also understands that simply changing is not enough to ignore one's previous actions

That line of thinking eventually led her to questioning if it was right to be with them

She worried that being with them was equivalent to endorsement of their actions, old and new, and she very much did not want to even remotely be affiliated with their past actions

On top of that, she was fucking married to her and her friends' bullies, surely that was crossing some kind of line

While Betty and Martha had forgiven them and given Veronica their blessing, she's seen the unconscious momentary panic in Martha's face when the Heathers walk into a room or Betty flinching when the Heathers shout

Was it right to be with them knowing the damage that they caused to her friends?

It kept her up for many nights, not helped by the fact that Duke was cuddling her the entire time, being an ever-present reminder of her moral struggle

She couldn't talk to the Heathers about this obviously, they would be understanding and do their best to convince her that it was alright, but they had biased perspectives

Betty and Martha were also out, they were also biased somewhat against them, and honestly she was kind of scared of her friends revealing that their blessings were just given in order to keep the peace and not risk losing their friend

That left JD

JD has honestly become her go-to confidant

He doesn't judge her for anything, he always has a level head and can look at things in an unbiased way

He's also not afraid to tell her how it is, and has several times told her that she was being a fucking idiot and needed to go apologize to her wives when she was being hard-headed

Plus, he's seemingly always at 7/11, like he never fucking leaves, and he doesn't give a damn about doing his job as owner and will leave the store to fend for itself while she vents

But the best part is that he seems to just get everything and always knows the right thing to say

She guesses that he's just so used to being an outsider and watching people that he's gotten a good understanding of how they work, but whatever the reason he's always willing to lend an ear

And on his end, he's just glad that he can help out and he's honestly really happy that people trust him enough to confide in him, he's struggled to make friends on account of moving schools every 3 months and being trans, so to have a group of people who legitimately care for him is something he cherishes

So the next time she wound up at 7/11 to get some Corn Nuts for Her Highness Chandler she struck up a conversation with JD, a conversation which eventually morphed into her bringing up her fears about the morality of her relationship

Like usual he was able to give her a response that was logically sound and satisfying, explaining that obviously the morality of it was murky, hell being in a poly relationship would be considered dubious by most, but personally he didn't see any problems with it

He pointed out that the Heathers had renounced their previous actions and had taken the steps to not only move past it but make up for it

Had they simply tried to hide it or just move on then it wouldn't be so easy to say that, but since they had actually taken the steps to make up for their actions and owned up to them it shows growth and that they had truly changed

And he understands her point about not wanting to seem like she's endorsing their past actions, but she's not with the Heathers of old, she's with the Heathers of now, and these Heathers were generous and kind and sweet and all that nasty lovey-dovey crap, and it was those Heathers whose actions she was endorsing

Also, she didn't need to worry about Betty and Martha, they talk about the four of them often and despite their mixed feelings about the Heathers they are so happy for her

Would they rather that she dated people who weren't their bullies in the past? Probably, but they know that's not their choice to make and they would feel so horrible if they knew that she was reconsidering her relationship because of them

Once she internalized these ideas she felt a lot more confident about her relationship, but that wasn't to say that it was without issues

The Heathers, specifically Chandler, are very headstrong people and that hasn't changed, which often leads to conflict between her and Veronica

Its just that Veronica hates being wrong and Chandler's ego will physically not let her give in, so if they disagree and are not able to come to some common ground then a fight is imminent

Veronica is always the one who comes apologize first, she very quickly realizes that whatever they were fighting about wasn't worth it

She becomes so scared that she fucked up the relationship and that this was the final straw, no matter how many times the Heathers tell her that they love her and will never leave her

She's really insecure about her place in the relationship

She's the outsider, she wasn't part of the Heathers for most of its existence, they didn't grow up together, hell her name isn't even fucking Heather

It embarrasses her that she feels this way, but its just that no matter how many times the Heathers repeat otherwise, no matter how little sense it makes, she's still afraid of them leaving her

Her and Duke share common ground here

Chandler and Mac have so much history together, basically having spent their entire lives together, and its clear to the both of them that the strongest dynamic is between them two

No matter what they do, they're never gonna be able to replicate that level of understanding that they have, and that stings a little bit

There's always that underlying knowledge that if something was to happen with their relationship, Mac and Chandler would probably go off together

Her and Duke just feel like the extras sometimes, evident every time that Mac chooses Chandler if they have to split up into groups of 2

To their credit, Mac and Chandler are not doing this intentionally and if they realized that they were would immediately take acton to rectify this, but neither Veronica nor Duke want to bring it up just incase things go south

Its not just her relationship where Veronica has issues

Her parents are another beast entirely

Things between them have been.... tense, to say the least

They've never fully approved of her and the Heathers' relationship, despite the latter's attempts to be as courteous and polite as possible, and that's caused a divide between them

They are ok with Mac, she's a sweetheart, but Chandler and Duke with their more standoffish personalities have been the main points of contention

Having been bullied by a group very similar to the Heathers, her parents obviously had an issue with Veronica's choice in partners, and while they do respect their daughter and her choices, that doesn't mean that they were happy about it

They've made it a point to ensure that Veronica has the resources to deal with DV or abuse should something occur

This enraged her to no end, and it was the only time in her life that she actually shouted at her parents, telling them that they needed to stay the fuck out of her life and that the Heathers were not going to abuse her

Her mother countered by saying that that's what someone in an abusive relationship would say

Veronica was absolutely mortified and stormed out of the house, muting her parent's numbers as they tried to call her

The Heathers wanted to go and confront them, but Veronica told them no

More than anything Veronica wanted to prove to her parents that people could change with the Heathers as proof, but she felt sick to her stomach and the thought of speaking to her parents after how they spoke to her made her want to vomit

All of these stresses made Veronica pick up one of her old bad habits

She's smoked since middle school, stealing a cig here and there before eventually buying her own from shady characters at school, but eventually with the help of the Heathers she was able to cut it

But with situations like this, the urge rears its ugly head and she can't help but grab one of the damn death sticks

If Chandler or Duke catches her smoking they will knock it out of her hand before demanding to know where her stash is and confiscating it, before sitting down with her and helping her with whatever caused her to need to light one up

But if Mac sees it its even worse, she will start crying and in between sobs exclaim that she thought that she had stopped doing this and that she doesn't want to see her die

And if that doesn't break her heart every fucking time

She's like 30% sure that it is blatant emotional manipulation, Mac can cry on command after all, but knowing that she wears her heart on her sleeve she's pretty sure she's being genuine, and even if it is manipulation

its working

Every time she picks up one she envisions Mac's sobbing face and she sighs and puts it down

Eventually she did go talk to her parents about it, telling them that she knew they meant well but what they did was really inappropriate and if they wanted to continue having a relationship with her they needed to trust her

They tried arguing that they did, but Veronica pointed out how their actions did not reflect their words

Eventually an unspoken compromise was came to where her parents wouldn't bring up their worries and Veronica wouldn't tell them anything that would worry them, but this compromise was flimsy and isn't going to last

Whenever her parents and the Heathers are forced to be in the same place, say on Christmas for example, both parties do their best to remain civil but other than that they stay away from each other

I'm gonna throw in some assorted headcannons, just as a little treat

If Chandler is being annoying she will pick her up and refuse to put her down until she calms down, which only makes her even more mad

But she can't help it, its fucking hilarious

Her middle name, Barrett, is the name of her grandmother who passed before Veronica was born

Her maiden name was Weed which Veronica finds absolutely hilarious and makes jokes about changing her name to Heather Weed

She slips in references to her and the Heathers' escapades into her books and stories, much to Chandler's annoyance, who exasperatedly gasps and says that people don't need to know about that

Veronica (ironically) uses brainrot words like Skibidi and Ohio and Rizz much to the confusion and annoyance of the Heathers, her friends, her parents, and anyone else who is unfortunate enough to have to listen to her nonsense

She also still dabs, which makes Chandler so irrationally angry that it looks like she's gonna burst a blood vessel

When she is able to sleep she mutters the most random crap

The Heathers begun keeping a list

Some of the hilights include:

"Mom said its my turn to be gay"

"This is America, I'm allowed to suck on who I want"

And "British People don't exist, I'm going to kill all the British"

Veronica refuses to explain

She read the Percy Jackson books in like 4th grade and is now a walking encyclopedia of greek mythology

She's always wanted to travel on a train but none of the Heathers want to go bc driving allows for more freedom and planes are faster, while trains just have the downsides of both

She's very world-conscious and is interested in learning about other countries and cultures

She'd love to travel abroad but none of the Heathers share her interest in it

[apopcornkernel]

dick and jason have so many cool parallels especially if jason is a villain it actually makes their relationship more interesting and meaningful. the concept of brothers in blood is so great!!! please tell what you wish was different about this story!!!

hi anon!! thank you for sending me the ask like i begged in that post shfdjshkf

compulsory disclaimer: i like working within the confines of the text, when they aren’t rooted in misconceptions of the characters in the first place. i think pre-flashpoint pre-morrison jason deserves the same treatment and so does dick's view of jason considering all the other extenuating circumstances

ANYWAYS, my main issue with brothers in blood is that jason doesn't seem to have a plan like at ALL. he just shows up and starts killing people...? i i believe that dick's jason event was not fully capitalized on and that jason's character suffers for it. like he never really comes off as a fully threatening rogue, dangerous and cunning in his own right; his main schtick is "needless" violence and that's really it 😭

unlike with bruce and mia, for bruce jason literally engineered a drug coup, he ran circles around batman and taunted him with hints and clues slowly until the revelation of his return (after which bruce goes on a hunt for evidence himself to see if it's true). jason then maneuvered him into an impossible situation where he had to choose between letting jason kill the joker or killing jason to stop him from doing it, wherein jason not only bared his soul and anger and hurt but also pushed bruce to do the same. and when pushed to make the final decision, bruce is panicking. he's shaking, he can't think straight. and when he hits falsely he's completely distraught and i know that it haunts him.

and i think that's the type of psychological anguish jason should always be inflicting onto his opponents!!!! after mia's encounter with jason, she was like this:

and that's after jason dug up her entire history and taunted her about it. and then he blew up her high school.

and guess what happened right before OYL, right before brothers in blood... yeah. devin grayson's trauma speedrun arc which culminated in the entire city of bludhaven being leveled by chemo

i honestly think that jason Would go there. and i think it would've made for a more intense fight, coupled with the resentment dick already displays in the comic! and i think it's a damn shame that brothers in blood flopped in execution when there was a lot of potential in its concept and setup :/

that's also why i don't like teen titans #29. jason comes off as just another jealous guy taking out his daddy issues on a teenager with no thought or regard for anything else but violence. his only semblance of a plan is in incapacitating the titans, and after that he doesn't really think anymore? jason's also unable to get a reaction from tim, like i said. jason is screaming out his feelings and going U REALLY THINK U COULD REPLACE ME???? meanwhile tim is just like: "mm yeah im better than you idgaf". it's really unsatisfying. i expected better from jason and in fact i do not think that he would be emotionally unstable enough to be this careless with tim. his biggest turmoil lies with bruce and even with BRUCE he's cunning. so,,, yeah

[itsbansheebitch]

OH MY GOD

yall... i just stood up to my dad.

I wont get into all the shit he has going on & what hes done, but hes what the public call "a crazy mfer" or perhaps "a jackass."

I just tested positive for Covid. My sister has Covid for the second time. She got it from going to a cousin's wedding.

That side of my family is known for BELIEVING in Covid, but calling the China virus (the crazy mfer side of the family, really :/)

Dad then invited himself and his sister (my aunt) to my GRANDMA'S (mom's mom) FUNERAL X_X

Theyre also homophobic (obvi) and my queer ass is like 0_0

Not to mention bro is misogynistic as hell. Bro literally believes that women can not be as strong as men. Disregards all papers that prove otherwise. This man is a SCIENCE PROFESSOR.

I decided to unblock him and rip him apart. I will repeat the text so that we can all clown on him together (written exactly as the text with names & locations redacted):

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[Sister] brought covid home from the wedding. i tested positive. we are both immunocompromised. the asthma was diagnosed last year or so. thanks for insulting my weight and putting both me and [sister's] lives at risk (sarcasm:D). me and [sister] will not be coming to any more family functions until you care about our health. you know, the bare minimum for a parent?

you will also not come to [town next to us where i went to high school], [city near us where we do shopping & such], or [city where our college campus is] until you get your shit together. if you do, we will have problems :). if i hear you EVER disrespecting my future step sisters, you are going to see what its like for me to take a big sister role :). im tired of yalls excuses. NO ONE deserves the treatment you have given me. i wish you well. as long as you stay far away from me.

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This is the most push back he's ever received in his life for his behavior. I'm sick and can't think straight. I'm going to make the best of it lmaoooooo

If yall think this is soft on him, consider that if he decides to not respect my boundaries, i will be getting a restraining order, a gun, and if he shows up irl (espec without warning) i will take more extreme measures.

I don't live in the same state as him anymore.

You learn you deserve/deserved better when you look at kids around you and realize that if the same thing happen to them, you'd beat the living shit out of the parents.

NO ONE deserves abuse. NO ONE deserves neglect.

I wish everyone healing in this trying time.

And my covid is already getting better. I think I just got past Day 3. College starts soon and after I recover I'm going to wear a mask just in case X_X

For anyone who has faced abuse or neglect I would recommend (for feeling seen):

OPAL (Animation on YouTube by Jack Stauber)

Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Okay but. The Roycegaryens in a southern gothic au bc they deserve a chance to let themselves be fucked up

FUN FACT! I languished over figuring this out bc the vibe there but I'm only good at The Vibe, & then i promptly forgot this was here 😅. Better late than never, I suppose lol

Rheamon are separated, but still married "for the kids" & after a big argument post-Aemon's conception Daemon uses the fact they're still married to leverage his still having custody so that he can get Yorick sent to the prestigious (but also kinda haunted & shitty because of how it was established) boarding school that his side of the family founded & Viserys is on the board of. Why? Because hurting his "bitch wife" by taking her son away is the most important thing ever! It means he won the fight! With her brother now halfway across the state, Ella gets sent to the more local girls' school so she can latch onto her other friends & maybe not be so depressed about her brother being gone (on top of her parents being separated & barely seeing her dad).

While Yorick is Going Throught It with Laenor, Ella is spending the next 5 years getting close with Alicent/Rhaenyra/Laena/Cassana/Shireen. Very solid girl squad, very tight knit. Until Uncle Viserys kinda makes it known to Otto that he's into Alicent, & seeing the opportunity to social climb Otto gives his full legal permission for Alicent to get married to him & that sees her having to leave school & it makes the already-troubled-thanks-to-her-mom-dying-last-year Rhaenyra act out to the point of being expelled. Things are not going well for anyone in the wake of this big Mr. Targaryen And His Underage Wife And His Daughter Who Got Expelled scandal. But hey, they're rich! So Vizzy can say "this is fine" all we wants! Ella gets closer to the other girls at this point because Alicent is being isolated & Rhaenyra is shutting people out.

Yorick graduates & comes home because he cannot be away from his family anymore. Everything is great, except for the fact he's Changed™ by his time away--like, that's still Yorick, but there's a darkness & a deep-seated anger in him now. Rich & Powerful & Delusional Vizzy starts up his old routine of wishing he had a son like Yorick & is dropping hints that he thinks Yorick & Rhaenyra should be a thing, & it gets to the point where a good chunk of people within High Society think they're going to just up & get married like Vizzy did with Alicent. Yorick starts dating Shireen instead. Rhaenyra, who has not stopped acting out for both attention & a sense of control, runs away after its been announced Yorick & Shireen went to the courthouse to get married--not because she, like, actually wanted to be with him but because there went one guaranteed way to get her dad to care about her. The search for her is absolutely wild & there's not really any headway made until someone says the last person she was seen with was Daemon. She's not with him when they go to get her from his apartment, & Vizzy bars him from the family home when they argue about her. Rhaenyra shows up at home a day later because Criston (who works the security desk for Alicent’s dad's business) brings her home after being the one to finally run into her "out in the wild."

A month later, Rhaenyra is unceremoniously & rather hurriedly married to Yorick’s bestie, Laenor, & everyone gets told "oh, they just wanted a small ceremony with only immediate family & the reception will be really big. Here's the date!" But Yorick, who knows Laenor is gay, immediately knows something is up & goes to talk to him. Laenor reveals that his dad offered him up as an easy out to cover Rhaenyra having gotten pregnant, & Yorick immediately goes to confront his dad about this. Yorick comes home that night with a broken nose, & tells his mom & Ella what happened (Nyra is pregnant, he thinks the dad is Daemon, they fought & Daemon punched him in the face). Ella does not take this well & threatens to burn his house down, Rhea talks her down & then calls her lawyer (Lyonel Strong) to serve Daemon divorce papers.

A few days later, Rhea never returns from taking a horseback ride on the family property, & Aemon never returns from having gone out to see his horse. Gerold & Gunthor find Rhea’s body that night while searching for her, while Ella & Yarwyck find Aemon passed out on a nearby hill. When Aemon finally comes to he's in too much shock to speak, & he stays like that until the day of the funeral. Daemon shows up to the service & Aemon freaks out, he gets (forcibly) escorted from the room so they can calm down the screaming 2nd grader. Aemon reveals that, when he had snuck out on his own to go riding with mom, he saw their dad kill her--Daemon is not allowed back in & Yorick has to be restrained while the cops are called. However, because 1) generational wealth & 2) he is the chief of police, this does not get taken seriously. After the funeral, Ella packs up & leaves with Yarwyck to go backpacking in Europe because she cannot stay here while so much grief is choking her. Meanwhile, Yorick is fully plotting how to murder their dad & get away with it.

[bluesturniolo333]

hello friends,

this has nothing to do with the sturniolo’s, heartstopper, one direction, or any of the other fandoms that i am a part of. but i have written something. this is like a poem. a poem that i have written about someone who used to be so near and dear to my heart. a person i used to call a friend, but they do not deserve that privilege anymore. please enjoy and let me know what you think. i want to submit it to a writing contest. here’s “i hate you” :

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i hate you.

i hate how you make every single thing about you. i hate how when i try to share a story or say that i am even proud of myself in the slightest, you somehow find a way to make it about yourself every time. i hate that i can never win when it comes to you. i hate that you’ve made everyone feel the same way as you. i hate that you make me look stupid to make yourself look better. i hate that you treat me like this.

i hate how when i look at you, i see every thing i hate about myself. i see my flat ass, i see my stretch marks, i see my too big boobs, i see my yellow teeth, i see my red hair, i hate that i see why all the guys i like choose you over me. i hate that you feel the need to point out my flaws. i hate that you poke fun at me when you think i’m not listening. i hate that you make me so insecure.

i hate that you always argue with me. i hate that it seems like i can never be right in your eyes. i hate that you never feel the need to take my side because you would rather get validation from men who only want you for your body than say how you actually feel and take the side of your lifelong friend. i hate that you don’t see how much you’re hurting me.

i hate that you crave attention so much that you have started to put down others in order to make yourself feel better. i hate that i can tell that you think none of the guys we know will ever like me because they all like you instead. i hate that i can tell that you think less of me because of my weight. i hate when you make fun of “fat” people in public. i hate that you use to live by “never judge a book by its cover” but now you need to take your own advice. i hate that you don’t realize how your words can affect the people around you.

i hate how it feels like you’re turning my friends against me. i hate that i feel so left out sometimes when you two talk because that’s how her and i use to be. i hate that i sound bitter. and i hate that i am. i hate that you said you would never be friends with her if the circumstances were different because she “isn’t your kind of person” yet it seems like she chooses you over me. i hate that you have made my best friend resent me.

i hate that i’m so jealous and envious of your hair, your eyes, your smile, your body. i hate myself and it’s all your fault. i hate that i hate the girl i see when i look in the mirror because of you. i hate that i hate the girl who i fought so hard to become throughout high school. i hate myself but more importantly,

i hate you.

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end.

[bossthebicon]

gmmtv 2024 part 2 trailers first impression & ranking :)

from most excited for to least excited:

us: I SCREAMED!!! of course gl ranks number one, let's bffr, but legit this looks so indie & good I love it! sing is gonna be so good at being the abandoned lover hahaha, and the girls have so much chemistry & are so cute!!! I ship it already <3

breakup service: I did NOT expect to get an off as MAIN in a straight romcom again after 4 fucking years, I'm beyond elated!!! the fact that he's paired with a very popular singer also makes me happy! the plot looks really fun & reminds me of catch me baby and midnight motel so I'm all in!!! my man deserves this sm <3

hide & sis: gawin in a role like this??? ATE DOWN!!! but honestly the whole cast is perfect, I can't believe we're gonna get pepper & lookjun playing an on-screen couple! I hope this one is more like ps: I hate you & nothing like the jungle but I'm super excited I love everyone here :)

the ex morning: bruh if you'd have told a kristsingto show would be 4th on this list I would've laughed in your face but... tell me why this plot seems so fucking cute?? I feel like we haven't gotten this type of second chance bl before, and idk if it's nostalgia or what but I'm actually really into it lol

thame po: yooooo this morning I could not picture estwilliam together, but actually I like them a lot already! as a lykn fan I'm happy to see them in a series, and the plot is quite original which is becoming more & more rare so I'm excited!

sweet tooth, good dentist: I still don't know how to fully feel about mark & ohm t, I feel like they look way too similar, but oh well. this looks very sweet (like its title) & y'all know I love dumb romcoms like these so I'll be watching!

leap day: this looks insane & the cast feels random af but it seems interesting! I hope it doesn't end up being one of those shows who thought throwing gun & his insane talent in a show would be enough to cover its bad writing *cough* home school *cough* midnight museum *cough* excited to see pond in an interesting role for once though lmao

the dark dice: this looks like the thai high school squid game to me, it seems interesting & I love that aungpao is in here, but I'll have to see how I feel once the show starts airing to see if I'll watch it or not.

scarlet heart thailand: this teaser told me nothing so I googled the original, ngl it's a slay for tu she looks so pretty, and I do love historical shows so I'll probably be watching! also very happy to see tay, force & phuwin here :)

friendshit forever: I legit thought I was gonna get a mookpat gl bruh lmaoooooo, but nope instead I get girls fighting over a dude ;_; like I get it new is hot af but bruh in 2024 we still have girls having cat fights... I'm good :/ the title is hilarious though :')

ossan's love thailand: this trailer actually made me happy bc contrarily to my initial thought I think earth is ADORABLE as haruta! and the actor they chose to play the ossan??? DAMNNN DADDY 😏 probably still won't be watching since I hate remakes but this looks better than I anticipated!

the heart killers: call me a hater but I did not feel this at all, I feel like it's a more boring mix of not me, only friends & midnight motel and I don't particularly care for either ships so I will not be watching... I'm sure this show will be fine without me though lol

perfect 10 liners: we are but even more boring, they even pulled up aouboom & marcpoon LMAOOO. again all love but I don't care for this at all, it's so basic I can't do this to myself anymore, I'm sorry it's called self-care at this point :')

revamp the undead story: again I don't care for bounprem & THE gmmtv vampire show is my golden blood for me babe, like sorry but jossgawin forever 🫶 (more seriously this doesn't look bad but I simply do not give any fuck to watch this show)

[beacarrot]

made in 2007.

I wrote a piece, almost a critique,

In tribute to myself,

Since no one ever did it before,

The homage I was never ready to tell,

And this time, I don't regret anymore,

Neither sleepless nights,

Nor mornings I was high,

Promises made in heated thrill,

But never fulfilled,

So, I chose to act my age today,

I drove with my hand near my heart, on display,

Less fragile, weak, reckless for say about love like before,

And face all the truth I ignored.

Since my debut days, I’ve been out of my own sight,

The world was shocked,

When I began to bleed as I fight,

God has His way to show me it worked out right,

Still, there was a look in my eye as I prayed,

For life to be kind, for dreams to stay.

I was just a child chasing prophecy's thread,

Not sure if it ever truly led,

I never knew I could feel that much...

But I was made in 2007 as such.

I don’t know how long I’ll last,

Which morning I’ll wake and regret the past,

Every demon I fed, that brought me down fast,

With greed,

With precision, with fury, a seed

Of reasons without remorse,

No sense of the "moment," just driving off course,

Fueled by feelings, tribal and wild,

A sinking boat I swore was my Titanic, oh, shit, I was beguiled,

Powers I gave my ghosts so freely,

Only to lose my mind, pointing blame for everyone who was around me vaguely,

My hopes never the same,

Will death wait for my last cigarette's flame?

Will it show how my vices claim their price,

Expensive, not nice?

Will she have mercy?

Heal wounds untended,

Unloved love, time poorly expended,

Fixing a life that was unlived?

I don’t know how long I’ll live,

When I won’t wake, and they’ll forgive,

Every slip I made,

What prayers will be on my grave displayed?

A nameless soul, forgotten and slight,

Someone they wonder if was ever in sight,

A legend lost in a blink,

Born in 2007, but now on the brink.

Sometimes it feels like you're always misplaced,

And only they fit, like a perfect embrace,

But not you,

As if those you love make you unworthy and less whole,

But rainbow sparks still ignite your soul,

I hope you never forget your worth,

Even if your body feels wrong from birth,

And you cut yourself within so no one sees,

But you deserve a perfect life, with ever rigth,

You're bold,

And that’s something I behold,

Unique,

Deserving of the world’s glow,

Though the world might not deserves you back that well,

I hope you still hold onto the dream,

For a better world, a brighter gleam,

Taking risks could be the perfect door, the key,

The right words live inside you and me,

One day they'll watch in awe,

Mouths open, struck by what they'll see,

I'll know my bets were right,

Because me and maybe someone were made to fight,

Made in 2007, since there we stood bright.

I wished to freeze a decade in time,

Cherish my mother's hug, warm and prime,

Honor the personality that defines me,

Wish cancer never claimed so many,

That my theories on favorite songs were true,

That high school never bid adieu.

I wish I still believed in pretty lies,

That on some corner my favorite singer would rise,

And plant me a kiss under the skies,

I wish I remembered silly talks,

I wish my parents could knew "forever",

That friends never left town, or crossed seas,

That youth was an eternal diamond breeze,

I wish my paintings were seen,

My stories told and kept pristine,

I wish MY story was shared wide,

That oceans would carry me to where my heart longs,

I wish for so many things that I can’t even know,

And every thought’s a wish that continues to grow,

But one thing is true,

I began with a spark in 2007, anew.

I spent too long thinking he was all gray,

But it was just smoke and mirrors in my the way,

I was the gray,

Like the cigarette, my silent friend,

Lethal and sharp, a means to no end,

I thought the world was cold,

Drained of its color, some old story untold,

But I had a golden side that would show,

Though rarely, it never failed to glow,

I feel something pulling me near,

And I can’t fight it, though unclear,

Time that I left behind in disdain,

Freedom carries me like rain,

This life is dear,

A virtue beyond compare,

Not an illusion,

The world around has already been corrupted,

Decayed,

It’s cold in summer, and lessons fade,

But no one learns from your mistakes,

Except you, with every risk you take,

The past is a time machine,

The present, a luxury unseen,

And I know…

When you're ready, bury your sorrow,

Everyone loves your life, but you,

This is the time to see your achievements too,

I want you to see them, as I now do,

This is your place, and our time to rise,

And I end this note with clear skies...

Remembering I was made in 2007.

(I was born in 2007, and in this track I think I make this clear, it's the fifth poem I post, and five really a special number for me. I think I wanted to express the most positive points of my experiences from my first years of life, and even the not so pleasant experiences at some point in life when we look back it seems less impactful than it was at the time. It's about me, you, victories, values, reflections, comings and goings, pride and complexities. Anyway, I feel this track as an importanet part in me.)

Signed: Beatriz Ranzonni.🩵

[agentravensong]

two scenes i would add to nerdy prudes must die

the thing about being autistic is that i will have no motivation to sit down and write stuff for my grad school applications all day, but then at night i'll find it in me to spend 3+ hours writing a tumblr post about my latest hyperfixation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this time that hyperfixation is nerdy prudes must die, a show that, despite still not being my favorite starkid hatchetfield musical, has really dug its claws into me. i'm gonna detail two scenes that i think would add to certain character arcs, give ritchie (and ruth)'s death(s) more impact, and really drive home the show's themes. don't think i need much more preamble than that, so, here we go!

1. Second Lauter family scene

A scene set between Ritchie's death and Ruth's, fitting best in the plot as is right after "Hatchet Town".

Primary purpose: Show more of Steph's character and her relationship with her father; show that the attitudes that made the teens' high school experience hell (pre-ghost!max) are reinforced by the adults

Basic outline: Steph and her dad are having a convo, prompted by the mayor, about how school is going; a kind of convo that, with how awkward it is, clearly doesn't happen often. Lauter says something half-hearted about how it's a shame her high school experience is being ruined by these events, because it was the happiest time of his life (as a contrast to the opinions our protags express in the opening number).

Steph doesn't want to talk about the murder stuff (duh) so she redirects to how her grades have genuinely improved (or at least did for a minute there) thanks to her studying with Pete, in a way that makes it clear she's genuinely proud of her improvement.

Mayor Lauter, in response, tells her that he doesn't want her hanging out with the nerds anymore, in or out of school, because it makes her a target (and also a suspect).

Steph gets upset at this dismissal; what kind of dad, she scoffs, would tell their daughter who was finally succeeding academically to stop trying? Especially when he was the one who told her to get her grades up?

And Mayor Lauter says something to the effect of, "You don't need to be a star student. I know you, Stephanie; that's never going to be you. All you need to be is good enough. Can you just do that for me?"

We have the mayor leave at this point; let's say he gets a phone call, cause that makes sense, and also is a deeply ironic reason for him to leave a family conversation considering his criticism of Steph's phone use. Steph could even point that out as a joke.

Here is where, if we have time, we give Steph a solo number. Well, it could be a solo, or it could be a duet with her dad — the kind where they're not singing to each other or aware that the other is singing, but they're basically singing their different perspectives on the same thing (in this case, their relationship). I propose the duet version because Corey deserves to get to show off his vocals more prominently in these shows.

Alternate ending if we're not doing the song: Steph can storm out, and the mayor can have an ominous line foreshadowing the drastic measures he'll be taking when we see him again.

The idea with this scene is that I want to give more weight to the whole "she's smarter than she thinks she is" angle to Steph's character. Show that she has found something through her bond with the nerds (Pete mainly) that makes her want to be more than just the "cool girl". And show that there is a part of her that wants a better relationship with her father (because if he won't believe in her, be proud of her, then who will?).

But also, we see how her dad has pigeonholed her into being that kind of airhead. All he cares about is that she stays out of trouble (which is to say, anything that would cause trouble for him). He doesn't care what she's genuinely interested in, what she aspires to; he's spent most of her teenage-hood assuming she's not interested in anything worthwhile, that she doesn't aspire to anything. He doesn't see her as a full person.

And, perhaps most importantly, him telling her not to associate with the nerds draws a direct line between him and our main antagonist, Max. Which matters for reasons that will become clearer as I discuss the second additional scene I came up with.

For the record, if I only got to add one of these scenes (NPMD is the longest of the Hatchetfield shows already, and both these scenes would have to be Act 2 additions), I'd pick this next one. So let's get to it.

2. High School Regression scene

Primary purpose: Showing how the murder(s) has/have affected the student body, and making the point that the hierarchies Max represented can't be disposed of that easily when he's still, literally and metaphorically, haunting the place.

This one would happen in between when the protags find out about Ritchie's death and when Grace informs Pete and Steph of Ruth's death. Practically, this means it would have to be set either:

A) right before Ruth goes to the BBQ Monologues rehearsal, with the scene centering around her, and leading directly into her arrival there (maybe replacing the cop convo entirely? maybe they're at the end of it)

or B) as basically a replacement for the Beanie's scene, but still leading into "If I Loved You" (and everything that comes after)

The beat-by-beat for this one is less solid in my head compared to the first scene, but the idea is that we see some of the cheerleaders and jocks going back to bullying Ruth in version A or Pete in version B (though in a less confident and malicious manner than Max did, as if their hearts aren't fully in it). Ruth or Pete gives some pushback and asks what changed to make them revert to this behavior.

I'm not sure how exactly the bullies express the "why", but in plain-speak, it's this: the students know about Ritchie (and Ruth)'s murder(s), and, maybe more importantly, the "nerdy prudes must die" that was written in Richie's blood. The message they've taken from that is that there is a killer reinforcing the social hierarchies they all abandoned when Max died. And so, with that latent threat hanging in the air, these students have decided to fall in line, in the hopes that they'll therefore be spared. Maybe, even, the murders will stop.

(you could also have one or two kids who are genuinely almost as cruel as max and are using this as an excuse to going back to being the assholes they were before, but you'd need more proper set-up for such a character i think)

Version A is pretty straightforward. I like the idea of Pete and/or Steph being there as well so it isn't just Ruth experiencing the misery (considering where things go from here)... but I know that they need to be dressed as different characters for when Ruth gets to the auditorium, so that probably isn't practical. Maybe there'd be time for Mariah to have made that quick change if Joey really stretched out his bit? But I know the change was tight even for Angela as is.

For version B, you could have the bullies find Steph and Pete at or on their way to Beanie's and be assholes to them there (because it makes sense to me that Steph and Pete would want to have their potentially incriminating conversation off high school grounds), but I think it has more thematic punch to set it in the high school.

Wherever it's set, in version B, Steph and Pete talk a bit about how the bullies' regression sucks, how things are even worse now than they were before Max died, which then leads into their conversation as it is in the actual show over whose fault this all is.

With Pete specifically, I think it'd be neat to call back to what he said to Steph way back in the show about his desire to blend in, to be invisible. That maybe, for a little bit, he liked being accepted, being important (to one person in particular), but it wasn't worth it. And with Steph, if we do have the second dad convo in this version of the show, we can maybe have her comment on how even her dad seems to believe in this bullshit social hierarchy, how they might never escape it.

I mentioned in my post detailing my initial nerdy prudes thoughts that I wished Pete and Steph had a convo that felt like Paul and Emma's convo right before "Join Us and Die". Basically, this is my attempt to give these teens that, without adding an entirely new scene just for that.

As a whole, this scene is my best attempt to Make Something of the themes and plot threads that are so well set up but get kind of lost in the last... third? of the show. Plenty of people have rightly posted that the adults are the real villains of this story. Max isn't scary just because he's one guy; he's representative of larger ideas, a larger system, perpetuated by those adults. Hierarchy, competition, and domination, treated as the natural, necessary state of the world. A system that reduces the personhood of all those ensnared in it.

Those ideas won't just disappear with his death. Max might have peaked in high school even if he lived because of the specific brand of boisterous asshole he was, but the world that instilled those ideas in him, the world beyond high school, will keep fostering and enforcing them, in its more mundane, subtle (comparatively) ways. It will keep producing more Maxs, and more Solomon Lauters.

Like, the whole "fuck clivesdale" bit is a running joke, and a funny one! But, also, I think there's something to be said about the fact that both the teens and adults are all in on this seemingly one-way rivalry, and how much focus is placed on it, in a show about *bullying*. A show about people who have arbitrary labels slapped on them as an excuse to be cruel to them.

"you're fucking losers, and we'll kill you!" isn't that far off as a sentiment from "nerdy prudes must die", is it?

and, like. their team name is the clivesdale chemists. chemists, like, nerds. it's supposed to be part of the joke, i'm pretty sure, that they're named after something nerdy, not a cool animal. if that parallel isn't intentional, then, i dunno man. it's still there either way.

(see also: the musical motif underneath the "who will pray for me" section of nerdy prudes must die also appearing as the chorus of "hatchet town". a motif that plays both when max asks ritchie who will remember him (who will remember *them*), right before enacting his ultimate "justice", and when the adults twist their memories into an excuse for a witch hunt, their own paranoid search for "justice".)

In real life, getting rid of the one asshole at the top of a rotten system doesn't fix the system. If the non-nerdy teens in this school were impressionable enough that one asshole could make them all act in line with his arbitrary beliefs, then his haunting presence (even if they don't know it's literally his ghost) should absolutely have *some* effect on them too.

And I think if you included a scene like this, it would make all that stuff in the script that's subtext, or half-developed, feel like it really was intentional, purposeful.

Does that all make sense? I hope so.

I know that actually trying to fit both of these into the show would require cutting some other stuff down for time, and it would complicate scene transitions and maybe fuck with the overall pacing. Really, this is more a thought experiment than anything else. I'm just glad to have it out of my head after it's been brewing there for multiple days, There's other stuff I'd change if I were to do a full edit of the script, sure, but these are the big things that really would've made the show click for me on the level tgwdlm does.

[cricket-reader]

hii!! love your writing its intoxicating!!! idk if you’ve seen the movie Easy A (if not DO IT!!! its on Netflix) but if you have i was thinking a fem (or gn if youre more comfortable with it) reader x bucky fic thats along that line where reader is like Olive and bucky is like Todd? maybe lots of angst/fluff/smut or whatever this prompt takes you. honestly anything as long as it has bucky comforting reader through whatever you choose? again if you havent seen then feel free to ignore this and thankya!!!

Easy A

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Summary: after a truly awful date, you are comforted by Bucky. (High School AU)

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, non-con kissing (not Bucky), Brock Rumlow being a prick, fluff

Word Count: 3,470

A/N: Sorry it took so long. It took a while to find inspiration, but here it is! I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕💕

How could life get so messed up?

You find yourself asking this question a lot lately. It was a simple rumour. Something that you could should have stopped—no, prevented.

In fact, you could have prevented all of this. So in hindsight, this is all your fault.

That doesn’t mean, however, that you deserved this… right? Sure, some people probably definitely thought you did. What, being the campus whore? The virgin slut.

It was a simple white lie. But it grew into something so much bigger. Something you could never outlive. Rumours spread fast. Especially on a campus. Almost like the wildfires along the west coast.

Despite never having sex in your life or even having your first kiss, you were the sluttiest, dirtiest, whore out there.

Whilst all that isn’t true, you sure felt dirty. It seemed as though everyone believed the rumours. Sure, you had done nothing to dispute them. If anything, you only encouraged them. That was just you being stupid, you realise that now. Despite all of that, you wished that someone could look through the stupid lies. Because everyone had to be idiots to believe them.

Thinking back on it, this all could have been avoided. If you didn’t tell your former best friend that lie, none of this would have ever happened. It was the snowball effect, and it had grown out of proportion.

It only truly hit you in the face when Brock Rumlow tried to make a move on you.

You didn’t put it past him to believe that you were really a whore. He was quite daft. Regardless, when he asked you out, you had foolishly believed that he liked you for you; not for your fake self. He took you out to eat at the fairly nice seafood place in town and everything. You should have known that it wouldn’t end well.

It started off fine. You both made small talk and ordered drinks and food. Then you saw Bucky. He was the guy you had liked for a long time, not that anyone besides your old best friend knew that.

He was singing a cheesy happy birthday song with his colleagues. You giggled at the sight, not expecting such a serious guy to do something like that.

It all went downhill from there.

You panicked when you saw your former friend, Sharon Carter, sitting at a table across the room. You knew that Sharon has had her eyes on Brock Rumlow for a while—since first grade to be exact. It evaded your mind until you saw her. You knew then and there the mistake you had made.

Even if she was no longer your friend, you felt horrible. Sure, she hadn’t been too friendly to you after all the rumours and lies spiralled out of control, but you were better than this. Surely there was some sort of girl code about this kind of thing, right?

“Shit… shit, shit!” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, confused at your sudden change in demeanour.

“Sharon is over there!”

“So?”

You huffed. “She’s been in love with you since the first grade.”

“And?”

“She’s my best friend.”

“I thought you two weren’t speaking anymore.”

“We’re not, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not my best friend or that I should be out with you.”

Brock frowns. “Her and I don’t have anything in common.”

“And you and I do?” This was such a bad idea. That was the mantra playing on repeat in your mind. This was a horrible, terrible idea.

“Yeah.” His voice wavered, cracking a bit. You could see his brain scrambling to come up with anything.

“Like what?”

“Like… I hate Kae too.”

You rolled your eyes. Kaecilius. The man that hated you from day one—ever since one of his Zelots—what they called themselves—overheard you talking to Sharon in the bathroom. A religious self-centred prick that thought his ways were better than everyone else’s. Nobody’s liked him.

You scoffed, “If that’s our connection, I should just date the entire school.”

“Haven’t you?”

That right there. It should have been a warning to you. But you just shook your head, brushing it to the back of your mind to focus on something more important: getting out of there undetected.

Before even eating your food, you managed to convince Brock to leave. It wasn’t soon enough because Sharon saw you. Alone with Brock. On a date.

The betrayal on her face hit you like a punch to the stomach. What even was your life anymore?

You both rushed out of the restaurant. Tears were threatening to escape from your eyes, but you willed them away.

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologised, walking to the car. You opened the door to get in, but Brock shut it before it even got halfway open.

“Uh, I’ve got something for you.”

You tilted your head, hoping it was something romantic.

He flicked up an orange gift card. “Two hundred dollars to The Home Depot,” he said with a big smile on his face.

Your face crumpled in confusion before the realisation set in.

This wasn’t a date. No. Of course, it wasn’t. Not really. It was a way to get you to–

“Bam,” he said, all smug. As if he has done something.

“I didn’t realise this was a–“ Now the tears really were starting to form. You didn’t listen as he explained himself. You didn’t care enough to hear what he had to say. You didn’t care because once you finally thought someone had shown an interest in you, it blew up in your face. Hell, maybe you’ve deserved it. Going along with all these rumours. It was bound to bite you in the ass one way or another.

You took a breath, resolving yourself to all the age old question. “So what did we do on this date?”

“Whatever two hundred bucks gets me.”

And with that he leaned in, grabbing your chin to push his lips against yours.

Warning signs flared in your mind. Just what the hell did he think he was doing? You pushed him away. “That’s not really how it works,” you tried to explain.

He wasn’t hearing it. “It’s okay,” he muttered before closing the gap again. You hit his chest, trying to get him off of you.

“Stop!” you cried out, so fucking done with today. “I’m not really having sex with people for money. I’m saying I’m having sex, but I’m not having sex for money.”

You didn’t know what about your explanation was lost on him. How he could listen to that and still continue, maybe he just wasn’t listening in the first place.

He leaned in again, trying to reassure you. And yet again you pushed him away. “Stop! No, no! Stop!”

“What? Come on just relax, babe. It’s alright.”

It was as if he didn’t hear you the first million times you said it. It was as if you didn’t repeatedly push him away. Or maybe he was just dumb enough to continue pursuing you when you clearly didn’t want it.

Whatever the case was, you didn’t care.

So, yet again, you pushed him away. His back hit the car, and you walked away.

“Come on, this is bullshit! I paid you.”

You turned on your heel and flicked the card back at him. “Well now you didn’t.”

He yelled after you, upset that he didn’t get what he wanted. Tears began trickling down your face.

You heard your name being called out, a familiar, friendly voice. You turned around to see Bucky, white button down and all, walking towards you.

“Bucky… hi,” you couldn’t hide the way your voice wobbled even if you wanted to. You saw his fists clenched as he watched Brock’s car skirt away.

“Hey, you alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”

He frowned, not believing you for a second. The moment you walked in with Rumlow, he was angry. Be it jealousy or knowing you deserved so much better than that prick–probably both—he hated watching you two together. It was wrong.

“You sure?” Bucky frowned. He hated seeing you cry. Especially over some jerk that didn’t deserve you in the first place.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. This day has been so awful. You just wanted to go to your warm bed, curl up and cry. If god took any liking to you, you wouldn’t wake to see the next day. But why would he after all you had allegedly done?

“I uh, just got off my shift. If you uh needed a ride home,” Bucky offered.

Despite the fact that you had just been harassed by a guy you foolishly thought you could trust, you put your trust in this one. You just hoped Bucky was better. You had no reason to be weary of his offer. He had been nothing but nice to you even when the rumours and lies began their torrent on your life.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Nah, plus my ma would kick my ass if I left you here alone.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled. It was adorable. “Or my sister, or Steve’s ma. Hell, even Steve would try to beat me up.”

Now that was an image. Tiny, little, asthmatic Steve trying to beat up bulky, tall, strong Bucky?

You giggled in spite of yourself. Bucky always seemed to know just what to say.

You both climbed into Bucky’s car before he took off. It was silent for the most part, letting you think back to everything that had happened today.

You watched Bucky as his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. His mouth was set in a heavy frown, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“What’s up, Buck?” You tried your best to sound like Brock’s actions hadn’t bothered you as much as they had.

He sighed, glancing at you for all but a second. He rolled up to a red stoplight and used that moment to look you in the eye.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Hmm? Oh, Brock? No, no, no. Not physically anyway.”

His eyes searched your face. He was clearly distraught. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Why?”

“I didn’t get out there soon enough, if I just got outta there sooner he wouldn’t have… and you wouldn’t have had to–”

“Light!” you nudged him.

“Right! Sorry.”

“And hey, it’s not your fault, Bucky.”

Bucky’s knuckles were white as snow. He was clenching his jaw so hard, you worried he might damage his teeth. “He wouldn’t listen to you. You said no. Multiple. Times.”

Your heart ached because you knew Bucky wasn’t going to let this go. Because he actually cared. His eyes stayed on the road, and you were surprised the asphalt didn’t spontaneously combust into flames with the ferocity behind his glare.

“But I got away, I’m okay.”

“And what if you didn’t, huh? What if I was too late? You deserve so much better, you hear me?”

You didn’t even realise he was staring right at you until you looked back at him. You were stopped at a stop sign. With no one behind you, he didn’t feel any need to keep driving.

His face morphed into pure horror as the tears began rolling down your face. You looked away from him again, to your lap this time.

“‘M sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and laughed. What even was Bucky Barnes? And why the hell was he always so inherently good?

“Bucky,” you sniffed, “I’m not upset about you yelling. I’m… It’s just… you, you care? About me?”

His brows furrowed. “Well, of course I do. You’re a great person. Your sweet and smart—”

“Why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“Come on. You’ve heard the rumours, James. You aren’t living under a rock and you’re not stupid.”

“Exactly, so I’m not stupid enough to believe the lies being spread around. What I can’t seem to figure out, however, is how you got mixed up in all of this.”

“It’s a really long story.”

Bucky shrugs, “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

That is how you and Bucky ended up on top of a nearby cliff, sitting on the hood of Bucky’s car, eating snacks you got from a gas station. You told him most of the details to your unfortunate series of events that led to this moment. Bucky only stopping you every once in a while to ask questions or make threats to anyone that he claimed deserved it.

You felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The best part of it was, you actually thought that Bucky believed you. He held no judgement and was a total sweetheart the entire time—well, besides the times when he teased you. But even then it was all in good fun.

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the guy that was a complete teddy bear once you peeled back his intimidating layers. He was a good man, through and through. Nothing and no one could take that away from him.

When you finished, you leaned back to look at the stars. “If I ran away and changed my name, would you come with me?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know if that’s the best course of action to take.”

“What else can I do, Bucky? You’ll be the only person that believes me!”

“Maybe I’m the only person that needs to.”

“Yeah, right. What if my supposed sex life gets passed around so that everyone knows about it. Employers? Schools? The government? I’ll be screwed!”

“Why would the government care?” he guffawed.

“I don’t know, okay! Stop laughing at me, you jerk! This is a serious crisis.”

“Okay, sorry! Sorry!”

“It’s hard to believe you’re sorry when you’re still laughing.”

He calmed down enough to stop his laughter. “Look, you and I both know this won’t go away overnight. You did dig yourself into a pretty deep hole. I don’t know how we’re going to fix it, we just will, okay?”

“Okay, and what’s in it for you?”

He hummed, taking his eyes off of the stars to look at you. “Well… I get to help you. Maybe I’d get to spend more time with you too.”

“And why would you want that?” You look down at him, surprised to find him staring back at you.

He shrugs before looking back at the sky. “You’re pretty cool.”

“Mhm, and did you make this assessment before or after all these rumours started?”

“Way before.” He looks back at you. “Maybe that night I wasn’t ready for my first kiss. The night you covered for me, and you didn’t get anything out of it. You just did it out of the goodness in your heart.”

“I… didn’t think you’d remember that…”

“Of course, I remember. I’m practically kicking myself right now for not actually kissing you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He hummed his agreement. Your heart beat faster as his eyes dropped to your lips only momentarily. If you had blinked, you would’ve missed it.

He cleared his throat and got up. You followed after him, frowning as he took a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?”

He looked back at you, anguished. “Sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m trying to do this right, y’know. I don’t want to pressure you or anything and this is all wrong.”

“I’m not following,” you cut his ramblings short.

“I’ve… I’ve liked you for a long time… I just didn’t say anything because… well, as Steve put it, I’m too chicken shit.” He chuckled. “I should’ve done it sooner, I guess.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were speechless. You wondered just how different your life would be if he had confessed sooner. The fact that he felt anything for you at all was… it was… you didn’t even know.

“God, this is the worst possible time to tell you. I’m such an idiot! I’m so sorry, just forget I said anything.”

“What… what if I like you too?”

Bucky froze. All of him hoped that would be your response. Truly. But he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You had just gotten done with what was probably the shitiest date of your life. You had been ostracised by everyone else. And he was the only one who held an olive branch to you. It wasn’t fair to you.

“I… I can’t… not in my right mind would I ever dream of taking advantage of you like this.”

Your face twisted. “Take advantage? Bucky, how can you take advantage of me if I like you back?”

He sighed. “You’re not thinking straight. I’m just the first guy who wasn’t a complete dickwad to you, so naturally you would like me.”

“Bucky, stop. I have liked you… for a lot longer than I care to admit. This isn’t me being desperate for any positive human connection. I genuinely like you.”

He bit his lip, looking so conflicted it hurt. You wanted to ease his worries. He shouldn’t feel that way. Not when you truly cared about him and have for a while. You’d like to think you deserved something good in your life. And if that good just so happened to be named Bucky? Well… who were you to deny it?

You advanced toward him, looking into those pale, stormy blue eyes. He said your name, a warning tone lying underneath every syllable.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I won’t push any further,” you murmured. You were so close to him you could feel the heat from his furnace-like body. He stared into your eyes, thinking about how damn lucky he was to have such a beautiful view tonight.

“You sure you want this?” Bucky just had to ask. He needed to be sure. He didn’t even know what this was. It could be just a simple kiss, maybe a one-night stand, or, if he dared to hope, a relationship. Whatever it was, he would take it. He would be grateful for the chance to hold you, to kiss your lips and maybe more.

“Have I not made it clear enough yet?” You smirked at him. Bucky’s tongue wet his lips, a moment you traced with your eyes. He was gorgeous.

His hands cupped your face as he leaned in. You both closed your eyes as your lips met. You let him take the lead, not one hundred percent certain what you were doing.

Most people when looking back on their first kiss, regale about how horrible it was. How awkward it was and how terrible it panned out.

You were not most people.

It was easy to follow Bucky’s lead as his lips moved against yours. You hoped you were doing good with your first kiss. You hoped he liked it. Because you really liked being kissed by him.

When you broke apart for air, you opened your eyes to see him grinning like a love-sick fool. It was so endearing that you pulled him into another quick kiss.

“I never thought I’d get to do that,” Bucky murmured against your lips. They were still held in an impossibly adorable smirk that made your insides melt.

You knew right then and there, you wanted him to be your first. Your first everything. Your first kiss, your first real date (because you sure as hell weren’t counting the shitstorm from earlier as your first date), your first boyfriend, your first lover.

“I really like ya, doll. Maybe we should do this again sometime?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “maybe I can skip the awful date next time though.”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind… next time you could have a nice date. With a pretty nice fella if I do say so myself. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he’ll treat ya right.”

You smirked. “‘S that so? Maybe I’ll just have to go on that date and see for myself.”

He smiled even wider. You didn’t think it was possible. “Really? Does that mean you’d wanna go on a date with me?”

“Yes, you buffoon. I thought you were supposed to be a lady’s man.”

“Hey now,” he chided, “weren’t we just having a conversation about how awful rumours could be?”

You chuckled with him as he pulled you into his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.

“I think we should get back before my parents send out a search party.”

He laughed and agreed. Bucky drove you back to your house. Instead of curling up and crying in your bed, you ended up smiling like a lovesick fool until sleep overcame you.

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[chipadequeso]

can you talk about vishals prison stay …🙁 what did he do how did he feel etc etc. and on the other hand of things can you talk some about solenne? how does xe dress and what music does xe listen to and any other cool fun facts ^_^ hi holly

STRIKES A LITTLE POSE . OK hi nora THIS IS KIND OF LONG AS FUCK

on vishal in prison it was kind of permanently stuck in this ambiguous place of grief for Someone it didnt fully get to know , mixed with its resentment that had been building up for Years and was kind of bursting into the most utter Despise for benito. he was always permanently Uncomfortable with who he was and in his own body and his comfort came from the few interests he held (which were already becoming Less and less present since he was permanently overworked and stressed out before blen's death in the first place) so now he didnt even have that anymore ! It also falls into the desperation of oh my god Why the fuck didnt i do anything which feeds into why didnt i do anything years ago either and the cycle of suffering is unending!! inaction (both in that it didnt Do something (get it?) when it could have to save blen and that it didnt kill them in the first place) was the worst possible choice. it doesnt know if it deserves this or if it was going to happen sooner or later or what all it knows is it's life is ruined and it hates. benito ituarte. to everyone around him he's a Mix of a scared trembling animal and the fact that he is a 20 year old convicted murderer so i dont Think hes having much of an okay time at all just in general. he got out after 2 years due to good conduct (his being driven to insanity with pain was pretty much just eating him alive internally and he was always okay with helping out and also look at that guy). vishal :<

on solenne !!!!! yaaaaay ^-^ she's a butch through and through and her wardrobe is 90% sports bras and tank tops. she works as a delivery girl (similar to her high school best friend camila fernando who delivers pizzas) . xe Has an insanely cool motorbike !!!!which xe uses for work. the sun is her passion the sun helped her feel better and healed her when she was struggling and she'll always prefer to be sweating under a heatwave if it means she still has the shine hitting her face. she's rather obstinate in doing what keeps her at comfort. not very talkative + her sunglasses keep her communication to the specific way she could be flashing her smile. sephardic jew and is a non-blood cousin of naomi (and LUCY KOGEN!!!!! who lives in buenos aires argentina)^-^

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what's your honest opinion about the love interests? (both mcl and eldarya)

for example, no matter how handsome some of them are, I just can't like them (in fact, most of them are annoying to me)

ugh no yall gonna hate me forever lmao- ANYWAYS🥹

nath & nevra: they are so similar, their story, behavior so its pretty easy to love them both (i mean if they r your type lol), they can do no wrong😎 i cant really express my love for them, but yall know how much they mean to me so WHATEVER, just stan them !

armin: ahh he's such a cutie but also was very thoughtless, he did some bad shit in high school, but idk i just love him so much, best friends brother AND the gamer boyfriend trope are VERY entertaining💋

kentin: yeah well im not that okay w going from good boy to bad boy bc why???? and he was pretty rude to candy, when they were childhood friends and she did nothing wrong to him so i didnt understand it, but when he changed he was such a cutie. alternate life kentin is just ughhh THE CUTEST.

castiel: the good girl x bad boy trope is awesome, but sometimes he's an asshole, especially when he teases nath (high school), hate him for that, but his character development was cool and tbh i really REALLY like him w amber so... i have to say that she would've been the better choice, not candy. DON'T HATE ME. they were just more interesting TO ME. he and candy r lovely as friends tho <3

priya & hyun: they are cute and good friends! priya deserves everything and more <3

rayan: unpopolar opinion: hes ugly. and what the fuck. a teacher? lol.

eric: 😆 you dont want me to talk about this shithead, worst """love interest""" ever. please, you cant even call him as it lmao

lysander: well... ah please dont exile me, but hes a colorless character. the whole person is boring as hell to me.

ezarel: MAN I MISS HIM SM... hes such a silly character, im mad beemoov didnt bring him back in s2 and that nevra never talks abt him when they were like brothers. id love to see him and miiko in ep 20 (im a delulu<3).

leiftan: idk i just love his demonic side and his obsession with erika in s1🤭🤭 he's so supportive, but in s2 his story is so sad lol, he deserves better. he's not even that happy anymore-,, i love the tension between him and nevra lmaoo

valkyon: :) i love him as a friend and he def deserves so much better. i wish they could bring him back:/

uhh... help. ill be short.

the traitors: so... lance in s1 was EVERYTHING. i loved how cute he was with erika once or twice lol, but still, as the enemy its something. i just dont understand why beemoov didnt see the potential in season ONE ; the enemies to lovers trope would have been the greatest. seriously. uhm... no comment for season 2. i hate him as much as i can, lets be honest he looks like an annoying rat (SORRY) and im sorry beemoov, but i will NOT accept the enemies to lovers NOW after he killed his brother. erika had every opportunity to kill him, but ofc beemoov, keep him.

yeah about mathieu, hes as colorless as lysander, but even more.

manifesting an execution for both <3 (still a delulu😘)

if you still like me after all this, i love u:')