#like his parents oblivious neglect of him is something that he's just going to be stuck with the rest of his life

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You know I don't think Timmy actually ended up sharing Wanda and Cosmo for all that long with Chloe in the grand scheme of things.

I mean there's various points in the show that seem to imply that having Fairy GodParents is a temporary thing. Like extremely temporary for most kids.

As in even being 10, and having gotten Cosmo and Wanda at age 8, Timmy's considered as having been a GodChild for a long time. Even if that's only a couple years.

Like there's a reason why there's multiple episodes about all of Fairy World being interested in whatever Timmy's up to.

Timmy's an outlier case.

He's going to end up aging out of the system (bar any breaking of any major rule that the fairies can't find a way to forgive) and everyone knows it.

They made a whole live action trilogy of bending the rules just for him where he gets to keep his fairies as an adult, and then turns into a fairy at the end of that trilogy.

He's a, probably wouldn't have made it to adulthood without fairies, kind of a case.

That's not the case for most kids who get fairies, or at least it's heavily implied that's not the case for most kids who get fairies.

Take Cosmo and Wanda being Crocker's fairies in 1972, and having already been his fairies for about 2 years by that point, but having had been Billy Gate's fairies in 1970.

We're never even given a hint that Billy lost his fairies traumatically, because he grew up to invent the internet just fine, and we never hear about him beyond that. And it seems like if a kid traumatically loses their fairies before their ready, it ends with them being a screwed up adult.

Which tells me that whatever situation Billy was in to need fairies resolved itself shortly after the time travel thing.

Heck even then, it was heavily implied that Crocker's life, even qualifying for fairies, was better than Timmy's was. Considering the only things mentioned is that he's got a single mom that works multiple jobs, and when she doesn't she tends to focus on her hobbies, and an evil babysitter to deal with.

He's not bullied at that point, he's not struggling academically, the only things wrong with his life (before getting over dosed on magic mindwipe and being disfigured and losing his mind as a result, which turned him into a social outcast) is that he's got a single mom who works a lot and leaves him with a mean babysitter so she can have me time.

That's it, that's what makes him qualify.

And he would have aged out of at least one of those problems before turning 18. He would have been 14 when he would have naturally outgrown needing to have a babysitter (as that's how old Vicky starts babysitting Timmy).

Then by that point he would have also been old enough to get a part time job of his own. Lightening the financial lode on his mother, and possibly freeing up some of her working time to actually spend with her.

Meaning it's possible that both of his fairy qualifying problems would have resolved themselves by age 14 or 15.

But also the kind of miserable it takes to get godparents (at least when that baseline is first established) is temporary for most kids.

I wouldn't be surprised if the typical Fairy GodParent & GodChild relationship typically only lasted like a year or two for most kids.

[And it seems like the majority of kids we meet who have GodParents, get them at age 10.

I'm pretty sure Timmy being 8 and getting his Fairies, is the youngest kid we ever see having Fairies.

Other than de-aged Vicky that one episode, but because it happened in the constraints of one of Timmy's wishes, I'm not going to count it. Especially because when Cosmo and Wanda are reassigned to Vicky, no one comes to erase Timmy's memory of having fairies, so she doesn't have to worry at all about hiding them which all other godkids do.

Also Vicky is just given Cosmo and Wanda and not her own fairy, which I feel heavily implies that all of this is falling under wish logic, and not normal logic.

Crocker is the second youngest, because he had Cosmo and Wanda at 9.]

Especially in cases where the root of the kid's misery is something they have the power to personally confront and change.

Like if a kid gets a fairy because they're being bulled at school to the point it's ruining everything else in their life. [Bully is making it to where they can't complete school or home work, causing grades to drop, meaning no extracurricular stuff, and getting in trouble with parents.]

But that kid manages to reveal what's happening, and gets things to change, and their life goes back to how it was before. Then that kid obviously doesn't need a GodParent anymore to make up for their miserable life.

I could easily see plenty of situations where a kid might only have a GodParent for less than a year.

Like Hazel's situation from A New Wish weirds me out, because all her problems are super temporary problems that resolve in like a few months to a year for most kids who have those problems.

It's missing her older brother who left for collage. Which most kids eventually get over after just getting used to them no longer living in the same house as them.

When the younger sibling gets used to the older siblings absence, a pretty good chunk of them revel in the bizarre experience of being either the new oldest, or an only child for the rest of their own childhood.

It's moving to a new city and having to make all new friends. Which Hazel does over the course of season 1. She's got 3 friends if Dev counts.

Everything causing her to need fairies is all extremely temporary. Which is a large part of the reason why I don't think she'll be one of the kids to age out of the system the way Timmy was.

She's got parents who love her, she's not struggling at school, she doesn't have an abusive babysitter, she's already started making friends at her new school, her brother came home from collage, but even then that's something she'd just grow out of eventually.

So I feel like unless something in her life changes for the worst, she's going to only have Cosmo and Wanda for a few years at most. And lose them around age 14-15.

Sure her problems are a lot more relatable than Timmy's ever were.

Which is understandable considering Timmy was a kid who had literally everything going wrong in his life, except he wasn't living in poverty.

From neglectful parents, being bullied as school, an abusive babysitter, being specifically targeted by a teacher for harassment, being the target of a girl's stalker crush on him, being canonically considered an idiot even without Crocker targeting him (even though I'm pretty sure he just has ADHD). And that's just the major stuff he starts off with.

That's not even getting into like the magical enemies he makes over the course of the show. Who are out to get him from then on.

And the fact that his parents weren't actively malicious towards him, just forgetful and oblivious.

But Hazel's problems are also all a lot more temporary than Timmy's ever were.

And that's like, the big thing that makes them different and give me the feeling that, while Timmy definitely aged out and had fairies until the last possible moment, kids like Chloe and Hazel probably only had fairies for a few years at most.

That's most likely why Wanda and Cosmo still refer to Timmy as their last godchild before retiring. Even though they were assigned Chloe years after they were assigned to Timmy.

Chloe's issues probably resolved at some point and Timmy returned to being a singular GodChild from that point on.

[I'm guessing she grew a backbone at some point, lets her parents know all the pressure they put on her was making her miserable, and stopped being a complete doormat for literally everyone. Because those were her big problems that caused her to qualify for Fairies.]

Which was probably extremely awkward for Timmy in the aftermath of Chloe having her memories purged of fairies, considering they only spent time together because they were made to share fairies.

Sure Timmy had seen kids lose their fairies before, like with Remy, but he'd never cared then because he hardly spent any time with Remy, and no one would call him and Remy friends.

But it had to be weird when it inevitably happened with Chloe, because by the end there, she basically lived in the Turner house.

Heck of the two kids who get fairies in A New Wish, I'd say that Dev is the kid more likely to be an age out case than Hazel. If he ever regains godparents.

Considering having a single parent, who literally loves business and money more than he'll ever love his own kid, is a bit more of a permanent misery than "I moved to a new town and have no friends, and my brother went off to collage" is.

Just to be honest.

Like maybe it's different rules because Hazel is a post-retirement passion project for Cosmo and Wanda, and they can stay with her until she'd age out because they're not on official rotation or whatever.

But no one will be able to convince me that she'd actually need fairies the entire rest of her childhood unless something horrible happens to her in season 2.

Like baby girl those are some temporary issues that tend to resolve themselves within a year, how are you going to keep qualifying for fairy godparentship the rest of this series?

[pomefioredove]

can I request house wardens + leech twins with a reader who doesn't eat enough bc Crowley doesn't give them enough for food, and they end up really ill and collapsing or something. I'm cravin some fluffy comfort rn, pls and thank you 🙏

I got you🫡🫡 as someone who's been through an eerily similar situation, I really liked this request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ another crowley moment™️

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jade, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating

Riddle wouldn't even have to like you to rush to your side. but he does like you, which makes it all the worse

after checking your vitals, you're in the infirmary. he's got doctors for parents, after all, and he knows that malnutrition is bad

he should have seen the signs...

with exams coming, he's been so busy, and he assumed that you were just tired from studying

but he can feel guilty later. right now, he needs to focus on you getting well again, and not killing Crowley

(then, of course, he'll look for some legal statute or clause that he can threaten Crowley with so you're fed properly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona noticed you'd been acting a little weird lately, but watching you collapse still puts him in shock

luckily, Ruggie and Jack are nearby to help you to the infirmary, so Leona can focus on hunting Crowley down like an animal

there are very few times where Leona is particularly grateful for his status, but this is one of them. just one word on how his family will be hearing about Crowley's neglect, and the old bastard is begging him for forgiveness

even after that, Leona still sends Ruggie with snacks and drinks to Ramshackle

and if you ever scare him like that again, you'll regret it (lovingly)

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the news of you collapsing during flight lessons reaches Octavinelle rather fast. no one is particularly surprised, since Floyd had mentioned how easily you'd been bruising lately just the night before, but everyone is certainly worried

Azul is the first at your side, asking you all sorts of questions, worried sick. Jade has to remind him to give you space to rest, since you look exhausted (had you always had those dark circles? how could Azul have not noticed?)

now, Azul and the tweels could easily find a way to pressure Crowley, but they know better than to trust him

from now on, you'll be eating in the Mostro Lounge, free of charge

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perhaps Kalim was just oblivious, because he really didn't think anything was wrong until you were suddenly on the floor in front of him

sure, you'd been a little moody lately, but he figured it was just a thing you were going through. and besides, you know that you can talk to him about anything... right?

Jamil hurries to check your pulse, and shouts for him to get the school nurse- which is jarring, because Jamil never shouts

when you explain everything to Kalim later, he feels... terrible. he should've known- no, he should've asked

Kalim insists you stay at Scarabia while you're recovering, and makes sure you have the most enriching, delicious meals money can buy

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Vil knew it was bad, but not this bad. if he had known you were on the verge of collapsing, he would've taken a firmer approach to getting you to eat

you're going to worry him to death someday, you know that?

after he's done verbally eviscerating Crowley, he'll insist on joining you at every meal. he'll eat at Ramshackle, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that's what it takes

he's subtle about it, at least

if he notices that your plate feels empty, he'll just take some food from his and put it on yours. gracefully, elegantly, without a word

you'll come home one day to see your kitchen stocked with vitamins, supplements, and apples (courtesy of Epel)

<3 and a note that says he'll treat you to dinner whenever you want

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never scare Idia like that ever again. he wasn't even with you when you collapsed, and he STILL nearly had a heart attack

listen, he knows he's not a great role model when it comes to nutritional eating, but you have got to tell him these things. he would've had Ortho go get takeout! or something!

typical Crowley behavior, SMH. what does he think you are? a rabbit? even the school horses get treated better...

no way that Idia is going to even bother with that old fart, anyway. you want something? he'll get it for you. you don't even have to ask, he'll just send food to your place (and have Ortho check your vitals more often but shhh)

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I would not want to be in the room when Malleus finds out about this

not even the building. you know what? I'd steer clear of the whole island, because it will not be pretty

when you collapse in front of him, it feels like he's dying, too. the panic sets in, and he sends Lilia to look after you, and Silver and Sebek to escort you to the infirmary, and then he casually threatens to smite Crowley. obviously

if the students and staff of NRC thought Malleus was scary just being Malleus, he's terrifying when he's mad

(rest assured that you will be getting ten times the amount of food from now on)

it's thunderstorms for days after, but he never leaves your side

[starlight-bread-blog]

Why Stolas is a Terrible Person/Character

Oh this will be long. In this post I will cover why Stolas is a character that fundamentally fails at everything it tries to accomplish. I probably have to say that you can love Stolas. That's just why I hate him.

Trigger warnings for: Racism, casteism, power dynamics, sexual assault, sa apologism, abuse, and neglectful parenting. A lot, I know, but that's Stolas.

His Actions in S1

Despite the title, there will be two examples from season 2.

Racism/Casteist

Stolas is from the upper caste, a royal. He seem to often fetishize imps, or the fact that he's sleeping with someone who's less than him. I even saw fans pointing this out. He have empathized Blitzø being an imp in a sexual context.

(Notice the use of words: "little", "plaything", to me this is blatant racism and fetishism).

He also showed a certain lack of empathy for his imp butler.

Stolas isn't particularly violent, he doesn't choke people left and right. He's just angry, at Stella, so he decides to.. choke the imp.

Stolas has been dehumanizimg imps. Fetishizing an imp for being an imp, calling him an "impish little plaything", and he has been willing to choke an imp just because he was angry at something unrelated. He's racist and casteist.

Treatment of Blitzø

"Treatment" is putting it lightly. In the first episode, Stolas does something inexcusable that will taint their dynamic for all of season 1. First, he sees Blitzø in a vulnerable position, where he cannot think or negotiate. Thus, stripping him of what little choice he has on what he's about to offer.

What Stolas is saying is, "Fuck me or I'll shut down your business". This deal he makes is just a threat with extra steps. Which, is a real life abuse tactic called Quid Pro Quo:

"Quid pro quo harassment occurs when someone in a position of authority over another directly or indirectly demands sexual favors in exchange for some benefit, or to avoid some detriment in the workplace".

One element I haven't brought up yet, is the political power imbalance. Stolas is royalty, one with a lot of power, influence, credibility, etc. Blitzø has non of that. Other characters have commented on that the fact that Blitzø even has a business is a miracle.

There are so many layers of imbalance and how Blitzø has no choice or agency. A royal is """offering""" the powerless a Quid Pro Quo while he's in a life threatening situation.

And their dynamic looks exactly like you'd imagen. Stolas is consistently sexualizing him against his consent. (As it's been established, Stolas's racism feeds into this). And refuses to do the surface level courtesy, not even calling him his real name (x).

Stolas treats Blitzø as a lesser being, violates his boundries, forces himself on him, and strips him of all autonomy.

Faliure as a Father

Stolas's role as a father is directly tackled in Loo Loo Land and Seeing Stars. At the beginning, both episodes show Stolas being a good father to Octavia, but does this still hold true in the currect day? Well, no.

In Loo Loo Land, Stolas wants to take Octavia to a theme park. Octavia is 17, and Stolas ignores her when she says she doesn't want to go. (In retrospect, Stolas coud be oblivious because he's projecting onto Via his experience meeting Blitzø).

But that's just the start. Stolas then invites Blitzø to the trip and harasses with him all throughout. Essentially, Stolas is forcing his daughter to watch as he harasses "the homewrecker", all the while he's supposed to be with her, on a trip she didn't even want to go to.

After a whole day of this, as expected, Octavia runs away. Stolas chases her. (And of course, he's still thinking of Blitzø on his way to find Via). There's an apology scene that looks deep, but when you dissect it, it's rather empty.

Stolas never actually provided an explanation as to why he just did what he did, nor of the "drama" with Stella. There is nothing here. Octavia only makes up with him because he said he isn't gonna leave her. Which is bare minimum.

After he realizes that his affair hurts his daughter to the point where she feared he's gonna leave her, what does he do? What practical actions does he take to improve? Divorce Stella? Cut off his deal with Blitzø? Explained the situation?

Nothing. And now we see he's willing to stand up on a stage and let people know.

In Seeing Stars, Stolas bashes Via's mother to her. Which, does she know about their situation? Does she not? She isn't shown to hate or.. anything Stella. Is he hiding the situation (which I'll cover), while also trashing her mother? That's impulsive and negligent.

But that's nothing. She later runs away, Stolas is stressed as he should be, but the second they arravie on earth he's all calm and everything's normal.

When his daughter is missing. When he is shown to be stressed, it's for the sake of plot. But he's willing to just chill, watching Blitzø's show.

Stolas is, dare I say it, neglectful. He might care about his daughter, but he's proven that she's not enough of a priority to focus on her when it matters.

Cheating

Yes, I know what ended up being revealed, I'll cover that. In season 1, the relationship is presented to not be perfect before Stolas cheated.

But there were instances that showed that what Stolas did changed their relationship for the worse. (Some additional rebuttals).

It could have been a loveless marrige, they could hae fallen out of love, they could have been arranged. But their relationship was manageable. Love or no love, it's a committed relationship. and Stella didn't deserve to get cheated on.

Who was Stolas?

Stolas's behavior is common among royals. Stella has no problem throwing said butler at Stolas (S1 E2), and the Goetias are shown to be casteist. They're untouchable privileged assholes.

Stolas was born that wealth, never having to suffer the consequences of his actions. Always putting himself first, hurting others. He doesn't mean to, he wants for everyone to be happy, he does care.

However, when it actually matters, he acts on his worst tendecises with no self control. He never had to learn self control. That is, until Ozzie's.

Before Ozzie, Blitzø and Stolas are at obligation. Stolas's actions had tainted them. There was one redeemable moment: He saved Blitzø's life. Stolas did something for him. But this one act of goodness doesn't magically fix anything.

Stolas's family life have been escalating. Stella hated Stolas for cheating and his daughter just had to take it. In Loo Loo Land, he learns the full weight of the damage he caused. And in the next episode we see him, he proceeds to take no steps to improve the situation. In the end of that same episode, we learn that Stella hired an assasin after him. Because he did nothing.

The season 1 finale, Ozzie's, is aware of all of this and absolutly delivers.

The episode starts with seeing Stolas alone, in his big house, miserable. It appears that Stella finally left the house. (Also he later says "Octavia is with her mother this weekend"). He's eating a bowl of cereal, pitying himself, wallowing in his despair. You feel bad for him, he looks so torn down.

And then Blitzø calls. The one he loves, asks him on a serious date. It's hope, it's honest, and it's exactly what he wanted. It's almost as if the universe handed him is fairytale scenario.

Almost. Reality smacks him right in the face on that date. Asmodeus calls him out on losing everything he had. He had a family, a happy daughter, but gave it all up for an affair.

Blitzø calls him out on treating him like a pet, not earning any of that emotional connection he wants or even communicating it, just violating him, they have nothing.

The show held him accountable and called him out. While it's not perfect, Stolas is a morally grey character. Now, a character arc was set up where he learns to treat people better. Stolas is exactly the character I want to see from a show like Helluva Boss. He's a horrible person, but nuanced, who does care.

Season 2

Yeah... all of that is thrown out the window. Because apparently, Stolas is just imperfect. He simply made a lot of mistakes. He misread a lot of situations, really it's all just an accident. He's an oblivious victim. So, let's get into the woobification of Stolas.

Surrounded by Evil

In The Circus we're given Stolas's ✨️backstory✨️. And we find out he had such a terrible life.

Stella is, and always was, an abusive evil bitch. From the day she was born. Pure evil.

So you see, Stolas did nothing wrong. Let me be clear, you are not obligated to stay loyal to your abuser. We can erase "cheater" off the list. But that's the only reason why it's done. So we can erase that off the list, and that we could feel oh-so-sad for him.

Because Stella isn't written to be an abuser. She's a cartoonishly evil. We see a picture of her as a kid where she's the same person. Spongebob villians have more depth than her, you know, the abuser in the adult show.

Helluva Boss reversed an established dynamic where Stella is the victim and Stolas is at fault, except without any of the depth or nuance.

But that's not all. Stolas's dad (Paimon) is also neglectful. By "neglectful" I mean, of course, a Saturday-morning cartoon villain.

He doesn't remember his name. This is such bullshit. I can buy Stolas having a horrible father. It's also not bad to show Stolas's trauma. What is bad is that the subject matter is handled with less seriousness as the fish fight in Spring Broken. And Helluva Boss did write Crimson as a serious abuser, the episode did have comedy, but not Paimon.

The reason why all of this is happening, is so we could feel bad for Stolas. They do zero of the work to earn a good story about abuse, but still go "Do you see how sad he is? Look at how they're treating this poor baby!!"

"Recontextualization"

In said ✨️backstory✨️, we also learn that Stolas and Blitzø are childhood friends. But also not really, they just hung out for one day. Where did this come from? How does that enrich the characters? I would tell you, but I don't know. However, what I'm sure of, is that it's done to make Stolas look less problematic.

DO YOU SEE HOW CUT THIS IS? He isn't just horny for that imp, he is special, it's absoultly pure! Don't worry, totally safe.

Later in the flashback, we see how Blitzø and Stolas reconnected after over 20 years. Apparently... Blitzø was the one who sexually manipulated Stolas, selling him that he wants him.

All Stolas did was just buying into Blitzø's narrative he was imposed on. It's a role he leaned into, because he thought Blitzø liked it. I.. WHAT???

If this horseshit is true, why did he make this weird r*pe deal with Blitzø? If Blitzø was the one who acted like he's interested at first, and he was sexually exploiting him, why did he lash out at Stolas in Ozzie's? Did it just hold no weight for Stolas? It went from "Don't pretend to have something when you've been harassing me this whole time" to "You misunderstood".

The Stolitz backstory makes no sense, it's cheap, and fixes nothing. No matter what the story is trying to sell, in season 1 Stolas knew what's happening enough to try to force it. And maybe Stolas wanted Blitzø because of a connection, he still harassed, dehumanized and violated him.

Note: Stolas realizing "he imagened the relationship" is completely ignored one episode later in Seeing Stars. This is a huge deal, didn't he learn? Just further evidence that he's willing to violate the guy. (x)

Before this backstory, we had a story of a selfish man hurting the person he loves while explointing the broken system and the power that he has over him for his own selfish desires that he's forcing on him. Now, we have the same thing, but with fanfic tropes – and the story refuses to confront that.

Casteism is Brushed Off

Helluva Boss pretends that Stolas isn't racist, because he didn't want Blitzø for being an imp, but for being his fanfic trope childhood friend. Which fails to adress the disgusting fetishism of Blitzø for being an imp, and he also continued to dehumanize his imp butler in Seeing Stars. He's still racist.

Imperfect Father

In The Circus, Stolas devivers this line: "The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty, was for that girl to have a normal life".

Sounds impressive, he stayed all these years just for his daughter. But that's the thing – it sounds impressive. Every time their relationship is the focus, Stolas is being the scum of the earth. What I see here, is a person. A person who despite being willing to stay passive, acts on his his selfish wants, forgetting to look around him. Mind you, this fact is also being revealed one episode after Ozzie's.

But no, one episode later, in Seeing Stars – that was covered as a prime example of everything I just descriped – Loona says this:

Yeah. He's just a good father "trying" his "best" and makes some.. "mistakes". The Circus did present Stolas as this, but Seeing Stars really solidified how his parenting will be handled moving forward. And I think it's comlete and utter dogshit.

Damsel in Distress

The title is a bit misleading. This section is mainly about Stolas's power being toned down. Both magical and in presentation.

In season 1, he was energetic and enthusiastic, while being able to set his foot down and intimidate when needed. He's still all of those things, but in some instances his characterization made my raise an eyebrow.

In Seeing Stars, he's being weirdly gentle with people kidnapping Blitzø and are later beatting him.

In Oops, he's excited to start negotiating with literal kidnappers. I have no idea why he's so nice.

(He did harass Blitzø again in Seeing Stars and bashed Striker, all of which isn't soft, but it's also the two moments where he should have shut up).

Further more, both of these conflict rely on Stolas not using his powers for some reason or another. Why didn't he just do whatever he did in Truth Seekers to track Fizz/Via?

About Via, I'm gonna have to call bullshit on the "My powers are limited on earth" nonsense because, for starters, kid Stolas is shown to remember the contents of his books and now he's been studying them for years. And two,

There is no excuse for Stolas to not use his powers and whenever the show says otherwise it's bullshitting its way out of it.

Even in Western Energy, before Stolas gets captured he was just aimlessly going in and out of his demon form. Why didn't he turn him into stone like he did in Loo Loo Land?

Stolas has been presented as weaker than he is. He's made to look more vulnerable, less "above it all". He was untouchable, and when he wasn't, it had a harder impact and made sense. Now, I almost forgot he's a powerful demon.

And his characterization is at the core of this issue. At times he's just so kind and gentle with people who should get smacked in their heads.

What about Ozzie's

The big clash, the one that called Stolas out on everything, the one that set him on a genuine path to grow, what about it? How is it adressed while the show tries to pretend he's a good person?

No, not the message Stolas is looking at, the ones in the background he just scrolled through.

I'm not breaking this down. I refuse. The only reason I put it here is to show how fast it goes. I'm not touching that.

Who is Stolas

Stolas is a moral scapegoat – "a character that is bad, but the book/movie/show portrays them as good". It's characterized by the story twisting itself to make one character look good.

Stolas didn't start out as one, but became one over one season premire and it just kept escalating from there.

Helluva Boss takes place in Hell. A horrible place filled with horrible people, the root of all evil. Stolas fits right in there. He was already problematic, awful, fed into Helll's broken system. Why trying to cover up his faults? It's Hell, and it was great. But now, we're supposed to pretend he's just flawed.

With the show actively ignoring everything he did, what's left for him? What does he have to learn? How will he grow as a person? How will he improve? What's his character arc? It's nothing. Because everything that happens to him isn't his fault, and at times could just be solved with one conversation.

[yk-4]

YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS, APOCALYPSE

w. haitani rindou

ⓘ rindou reminiscing your first kiss. short n' sweet. sfw. slight angst. hint of rindou smoking. heavy depictions of anxiety. song : apocalypse by cigarettes after sex.

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rindou's grip tightened on the steering wheel, the worn leather cool beneath his fingertips. the familiar scent of asphalt filled the cab of his beat-up toyota truck, a stark contrast to the sweet memory that flooded his mind. he wasn't sure why he was remembering it all now, driving through the deserted streets that lead to your place, the moonlight casting a shadow on his face. it was the fleeting moment of a summer long past, the one that made him believe that maybe, he deserved you after all. maybe.

it still haunts him, the way the air hung heavy with the scent of sunbaked asphalt—a familiar aroma that clung to the old skatepark like a second skin. vandalisms of frat names, scrawled in bold spray paint, marred the concrete ramps, a testament to the place's rowdiness. but you were oblivious to it all, your gaze fixed on the sunset that painted the sky before you. he watched you, too, captivated by the way the hues of orange danced on your eyes. and then, in that moment of shared stillness, his cigarette-stained voice broke the silence, a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. "i wanna kiss you so bad," he said, his words hanging in the air like a whispered confession. fuck!

"y-you wanna kiss me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. the question hung in the air, confirming his fears, he felt his cheeks burned. he tried to compose himself, meeting your gaze, but the words caught in his throat.

then your eyes met his, under the soft glow of the golden hour. and the world seemed to fade away in that fleeting moment, your breaths mingling in the warm air. damn it! a sudden surge of determination replaced his hesitation. your sweaty foreheads touched as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours.

just a little taste, he promised himself.

but he should have known better than that.

all his reservations were long gone. no, he didn't care anymore. didn't care that he was a delinquent, didn't care that he couldn't give you a normal life. all that mattered was you, the promise of something real.

you pull away, breathless and dazed.

he swore under his breath, your eyes sparkled under the golden hour. his heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his again. and then you smile, like you were in love with him too—and maybe you were.

realization dawned on him, "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have-"

"no, i really wanted to kiss you too." you interrupted, your voice soft but firm.

a silent hope bloomed in his chest. he was sure that this memory would haunt him forever, even if it was fleeting and ultimately unfulfilled.

he let out a deep sigh, as he let the memory wash over him. now he wonders if it haunts you too.

the thought of losing you, after all this time, sent a jolt of anxiety through him. he needed to fix things between you, to make up for neglecting you these past few days. tokyo manji gang was a constant drain on his time, taking him away from you. your cold, short replies to his messages stung his heart, and right now, you wouldn't even answer any of his calls.

"you know you can't have her, rin. people like us don't deserve good things like that. what kind of life are you going to give her anyway?" his brother's words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the reality he couldn't escape.

ran was right, but rindou shouldn't have to choose between you and the life he'd always known. he wanted to be with you more than anything, and he knew he couldn't have both. the weight of reality pressed down on him, a heavy burden he couldn't shake.

the cool night air did little to soothe the heat of his anxiety as he pulled up to your parents' house. he reached over and grabbed a handful of pebbles from the floorboard, the rough texture grounding him in the present moment. he started throwing them at your window, aiming for a gentle tap, just enough to let you know he was outside. but there was no response. sudden images of you with another man gnawed at him, a relentless ache in his chest.

he climbed up to your window and knocked gently, his heart pounding in his ears. you were there, your tear-stained cheeks a testament to your pain. his heart sank. how long had you been crying because of him?

"love," he called out, his voice hoarse with emotion. he gently pushed open the window, his heart aching at the sight of your back turned towards him, your face buried in the pillow. seeing him, you sobbed harder.

"shh, stop crying now, sweetheart. please talk to me," he whispered, gently rubbing your back. his touch, usually so comforting, seemed to only intensify your sobs. you clung to him, your body trembling with unspoken emotions, and he held you close, his heart aching with the weight of your pain. "what's wrong, love?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"i've missed you so much, rin! how long are we going to be like this? i-i don't think i can take it anymore," you cried into his shoulder, your voice thick with despair. the words, laced with a desperation he hadn't heard before, pierced his heart. he could hear it in your voice, the slow, agonizing process of giving up on him, and it filled him with a cold dread. rindou tried to compose himself, taking a deep breath and reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a folded piece of paper, a card perhaps.

"look," he said, his voice firm with determination. "i want to be a man you can be proud of, a man you can bring home to your parents. i won't let us be like this forever. because i have dreams for us." he unfolded the paper, revealing the acceptance letter. "i got accepted into your school. i'm going to leave the delinquent life behind, so i can give you a proper life."

his words washed over you like a wave of relief. you leaned into him, your heart swelling with a love that felt both fragile and fiercely strong. you kissed him instantly, the taste of your tears mingled with the warmth of his lips. he was changing for you. he was choosing you. he was willing to fight for a future with you. rindou deepened the kiss, savoring every corner of your mouth.

"i love you," you managed to whisper between the kiss. his hands cupped your face, his thumbs gently tracing the outline of your cheekbones, a silent promise of his devotion. "i love you more than anything." he replied.

—

[inkyquince]

just thinking about Harper making some money on the side, being visited by men, unhappy with their wives, and paid to make them... Happy. Less nagging, more open to sex, suddenly likes more of his hobbies. The usual, and then the ones which have an increased fee. Making them they they're dog women, a craving for cum from all men they meet, wanting to whip their husbands and step on them. Hey, whatever floats their boats.

characters. harper the doctor.

cw. hypnotism, brief fingering, lots of talking about harper in the asylum and stalking the reader, reader being a neglected house wife. afab reader

notes. legit one person has asked for me to make a VGen account and ngl I legit think it's a really good idea, so this is my horny post for that.

So, when he was visited by your husband, he was a tad miffed. Just a tad.

He remembered you. You were so sweet, so nice to everyone, even to Eden and Bailey. You probably didn't have an enemy in that entire school. Didn't mean you weren't... A little oblivious though. Yeah, you never knew your up-skirt pictures were spread around. He even watched Niki slip his camera from his pocket and darted it forward while you were walking up the stairs. Your locker was broken into every now and then, which you put down to Bailey fighting some poor schmuck in the hallway and slamming them into the metal. You'd never suspect him of being the one to jimmy the lock and snooping through your things. Even snuck into the locker room to steal a pair of your underwear. Calming you and asking what was wrong as you stammered and looked humiliated was the icing on top, your panties burning a whole in his pocket. Of course, that was the same pair his mother had found when doing his laundry and had been the last straw. He was sent away shortly afterwards.

So, he could only half pay attention to your husband's complaints about you, his hand taking notes on instinct as he remember the smell of your shampoo as he sat behind you in History, the sound you make when you realized your bra was showing through the wet fabric after he spilled water on you. Good memories.

The only thing he could focus on was that he would be able to see you again soon. So, when he did finally look at your husband's list, his fingers twitched, the plastic of his pen creaking. Wasn't engaging with sex, crying at night, depressing him, wasn't engaging with his hobbies, your own interests were boring to him, not wanting to be lent out to his boss to get him that promotion.

This wasn't what you were supposed to be like when you were older. Harper had it all planned out. He was going to marry you right when you two had graduated. Live with his parents while he did his further studies, maybe you'd also want to do something. Live in the attic, planning to get a house on Danube street. Big wedding, so everyone knows that he got you, he got you, despite people calling him a stalker, a creep. Sex and kisses and fingering and christening every room in the house. Dinners with work friends and school friends and your friends and his friends. You two would die at the same time.

Then he was sent away and you were punished with being married to this man. You couldn't have picked him willingly.

But after long last, he had your address in hand. And an appointment, while your husband was out golfing. The house looked like what he'd imagined. Tended to, pretty. Even the doorbell was how he knew it'd be.

Your face upon seeing him was strange. An automatic smile for a stranger, then slow realization.

"... Harper?" You squeaked out, keeping one hand on the doorknob. "I thought you were still-"

"Oh, no no." He smiled at you, drinking you in deeply. You were still so perfect. Older, more sad, a look of worry that he never saw before, but oh-so perfect. "That was a whole misunderstanding. It was horrible. You know my mother ended it after she realized what she'd done?"

Your mouth parted in shock. Harper felt his facade slipping, having blurted out the excuse he was preparing since he was still in his old room, padded walls and high ceilings. Stupid.

"Sorry." He murmured, low, taking a moment to glance down and look at you through his blond eyelashes. "I didn't mean to say that. It's just been forever since I got to see a friend."

Finally. Your expression melted a bit.

"... How did you find me? I... My parents made sure none of my details would be released to-"

Of course. Your parents. You'd never hide anything from him.

"Oh, no, no. I didn't even know it was you I was going to be seeing. Your husband came to me."

The change in your expression was instantaneous. Your face crumpled, even if you tried to hide it, but it's what finally did the trick. The door opened and you allowed him in. Harper locked the door behind himself with a small smile before morphing his expression into something softer, caring. You barely made it to the kitchen table before beginning to cry. He didn't listen to your words as you blubbered against his shoulder, talking about your husband, he could only rejoice in holding you again.

Then he began his work. Made you a special cup of tea, started talking about the joys of his work, letting people fall into a trance so they could unburden themselves freely to him, so he could know the best course of treatment and counseling. You listened quietly, with your head tilted a bit, just the way he remembered.

It wasn't a surprise that you agreed. He was good at talking, like all that time ago. You mumbled something, the tea already taking affect. Harper grinned and cupped your face in his hands, part of him hating the glazed look to your eyes, but a... Larger, throbbing part of him loving it.

"Your husband isn't very interesting, is he?" He murmured, low and gentle. "No, I don't even think you like him. You always liked me more, didn't you? Even when you believed those lies, it excited you that I liked you that much. That I was the only person alive who could ever love you that much."

He pressed a slow kiss to your lips, sighing softly against your mouth. You made a soft noise. It was cute.

"You married him because you knew I was the only one, didn't you? But you feel bad about that now, don't you?"

You nodded weakly.

"You don't even like him. He doesn't get you wet, not like I do. You liked to think about me inside of you instead, even on your wedding night. You don't have to be embarrassed, I know. I always know. You love that about me. You don't want to sleep with him anymore."

You whined softly, shifting in your seat, like you used to do when you were called on by your favorite teacher in school. Harper frowned. His nails bit into your skin.

"In fact, after so long being forced into by him, you don't think you could stomach anyone but me sliding in-between those legs. Your pussy loves me so much, doesn't it?" Harper could feel himself get harder, pre-cum already staining his underwear. "No, you can't even think about me without getting wet. You've missed me so much."

You nodded hazily, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue and slowly focusing on his lips. Even tilting your chin up, as if wanting a kiss from him.

"So, you'll start coming to session with me. Lie to him, tell him anything you want to, but you'll be with me. That's when we can figure out how to cut him loose so we can be together. Forever?"

Harper couldn't help himself, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, immediately slipping his tongue in to drag against your teeth before pulling away. He was far more interested in checking something else. His fingers buried themselves into your underwear, greedily feeling you, your aroused little clit, your hole that was dripping wet. His own cock strained against his trousers.

"Oh, there you are." He murmured, before slipping his fingers free and tucking them into his mouth. Harper couldn't help but moan at the taste, but he had to hold himself back.

No, he decided, when he kissed you again and got his things, even with you clinging to his sleeve, that this was going to be done properly.

Kofi

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[momentomori24]

I haven't seen anyone talk about it in detail if at all, so I'll just throw this out there: Is it just me, or are Ashley's feelings for Andrew very not romantic?

Just to be very clear-- this isn't me trying to sanitize the incest present in their relationship or twist it into pure unproblematic platonicness despite everything in the game being a hellish, dystopiant, grotesque, unapologetic mess (in a good way), just an observation that's been on my mind for a while.

We know Andrew is absolutely, 100% romantically attracted to his sister especially through both his inner monologues, relationship with Julia and of course, The Scene. But I never really got that same attraction from Ashley. She loves to degree where it can't be considered platonic, but there's a blunt edge to her affection I wouldn't call romantic either.

She's obviously been obsessed with him from a young age as he's the only person she had to cling to without worrying that he'd leave her. She doesn't treat him like a person, she treats him like a coveted toy that only she can play with. Between borderline neglegent parents, untreated apathy issues, a major abandonment complex and a parentified brother/psuedo-dad, unhealthy attachments and toxic tendencies can go real bad real quick. Go figure. It's possessive, referring to her brother as hers and something that's considered stolen the moment someone else has an interest in it, but it feels a lot more "innocent" than Andrew's possessiveness of her. Andrew is hers to have because he's her brother, just like how a plaything would be hers because it was bought for her-- there doesn't seem to be anything more to it than that.

I think the best example of that is their reaction to the Vision in the Burrial route:

Unlike Andrew, who is disturbingly flustered rather than reasonably revolted, she just... doesn't have a reaction to it. They've already trapped themselves in a box with each other and commited some of the worst atrocities imaginable, so she just chalks it up to another thing to add to their crimes list. Her causual playfulness and indifference to the situation is such a strong contrast to Andrew's desperate denial and really shows her feelings about the whole thing. Or lack of, as she isn't at all fazed about it. You'd think that she'd be thrilled, or excited or equally as flustered as Andrew at the thought of their relationship taking the next big step, but there isn't any of that here. Despite her jealousy, obsession, possessiveness and extreme closeness, it doesn't seem that there was ever any romantic intent involved on her end (or at least none that she knows of). Heck, she even voices her confusion when Andrew confesses he read her actions that way:

There is something funny about going through the story thinking ''ok i get it she's the obsessed yandere sister with a brother complex i see you game'' only to be hit with the revelation that it's the complete opposite way around. Basically just Ashley hitting both Andrew AND the players with the "wait you really saw me like that what did i even do to make you think that??" at the very end and it is baffling. The fact that she seems genuinely oblivious to how she comes off is both a little cute and unexpectedly innocent, but also cements just how little she grew up from when she was a kid.

But I think this line from her really encapsulates their relationship perfectly:

One way to keep him around. She won't sleep with him because of some repressed sexual tension or genuine (messed up) affection, but because she views it as transactional. She loves Andy, that version of her brother who went along with whatever she wanted and cared about her despite all her issues when no one else did. She always acts uncaring towards other people, but it's so obvious that she's lonely. That the people she cares about not caring about her has an effect on her. We see it with their mom, the way she continued to call her despite the abuse and neglect she put her through and immediately assumes she wouldn't have wanted them to find her because she feels that unwanted. We see it with her ''friends'', the way she felt so betrayed by how they basically left her for dead in that apartment without bothering to try throwing some food up their balcony. She didn't even care if they would've succeeded or not-- she just wanted someone to try. She clings so viciously to her brother because he's all she has left. She's been labelled unlovable by everyone else in her life, and the moment he leaves her for someone more stable, she's alone for good. Andy needed her the same way she needed him, but now he's gone, and Andrew is more unpredictable than ever. His nightmares have gotten better, so he doesn't need her to sleep easier at night (not that he did in the first place). He's better at having a social life too, so surrounding himself with others and getting his life together shouldn't be too hard. He doesn't need her the way she needs him anymore, but she knows that Andrew wants her, so she'll give herself to him before anyone else can if it means that he'll stay. Which, by the way, is such a good parallel to her mom's own mindset when it comes to relationships (like mother like daughter ammirite). It's so far from love; it's just blatant codependancy she doesn't acknowledge on her end, something we see Andrew both enable and take advantage of whether he realises or not. And I think that's a more nuanced, fascinating trait of her character rather than just the ''yandere sister in love with her brother'' trope.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this messy, hopefully coherent analysis of our gravecest couple, mostly focused on Ashley. And who knows, maybe she IS in love with Andrew and I completely misinterpreted her feelings for him, but until proven otherwise I'll keep clinging to this theory. This GAME THE-- [GUNSHOTS].

[anastasia-queen]

Character Appreciation: Chloe Carmichael from Fairly Oddparents (Proper Character Analysis WIP)

(Note: The discussion you are currently reading is a WIP. As for the reason, I wanted to post something about the subject just in case I lost motivation for this personal project.) Anyways, let's begin this discussion about Chloe Carmichael.

Chloe Carmichael is a heavily misrepresented character across the general or FOP community. She does have a source of misery, which is she is a child who has a sheltered lifestyle and must live up to her parents and other expectations and morals enforced upon her.

As a result of her sheltered life, she has a strong personality that makes socializing with kids difficult. Her conflict is purely internal, not external because her conflict focuses on the psychological effects on her character. The beauty of Chloe's Character is that despite having to enforce a sheltered lifestyle, it's due to that lifestyle from her parents' skewed reality. Chloe can see the beauty of small things and believes there's always a positive direction of thinking or behavior for anyone. She's an optimistic person.

However, due to how her parents unintentionally put their mindset upon their daughter, whether something minor or major that breaks Chloe's perception of reality, she often breaks down or loses it.

Chloe Carmichael is essentially the antithesis of Timmy Turner, Timmy, a child who had a neglectful life as a result of his parents' personal work life, escapades, and oblivious behavior interfering with his need for attention and guidance in his life, which led to him taken advantage of hence characters like Vicky, and Timmy begrudgingly accepts it because he has no one else to go to for help.

As a result of this consistent behavior cycle, Timmy had a very pessimistic outlook on people and life, resulting in Timmy having a noticeable blunt, sarcastic, and partly arrogant behavior in the earlier seasons, especially for Season Zero.

While Timmy and Chloe are both opposites in lifestyles and mannerisms, they also have the same problem of acknowledging both of their feelings ignored by the general public.

While Timmy's situation and source of misery are more noticeable and direct than Chloe's, Chloe is still miserable because she represses her feelings and thoughts of wanting more, to be heard, to be an actual child, for only to follow the morals enforced by her parents. Chloe even admitted in the episode Booby Trapped that she holds her parents and extension their thoughts in high regard. The episode Summer Bummer also amplifies this notion by having the physical manifestation of the inner child in Chloe's mind, saying Chloe is prioritizing the need for education over the liberty of freedom of being a child.

Someone would ask the question. If Chloe has an internal conflict that affects her perception of life, wouldn't that mean Timmy also has an internal conflict? The answer is no. Timmy's conflict is external.

An external conflict is about having a force of nature, like society or a situation set against the main character. Whether natural or not, it must be outside the character's control, which the main character must learn to overcome. Hence, Timmy's reason to have Cosmo and Wanda. Timmy is a child who had a neglectful upbringing outside his control, which led to people mistreating and taking advantage of him, which caused him to have a pessimistic outlook to only have Cosmo and Wanda to help him combat this.

While it's true that the neglectful lifestyle had taken a toll on the perception of the mindset of Timmy and how he interacts and perceives others. The definition of an internal conflict is about the constant inner battles of prioritizing your wants and needs for a set principle. Timmy doesn't have this problem because he doesn't have major internal battles of his identity to qualify. After all, Timmy is a person who suppresses his feelings.

A person who suppresses their feelings is self-aware of their problem. However, they are deliberately making the conscious choice to avoid acknowledging it. As a result, the issue remains unresolved. The only reason why Timmy's problem is being addressed is because of Cosmo and Wanda. Otherwise, Timmy wouldn't have had the inherent ability to do so, thus setting aside his feelings.

In contrast, a person who represses their feelings is not subconsciously aware of their feelings. Hence, Chloe often has an epiphany when her problem is eventually acknowledged.

Someone would probably ask me a question. If Chloe is a child from a sheltered upbringing who deals with the constant repressed inner battles of her parents enforce morals over her needs and wants of being an actual child, which had an unintentional effect of giving Chloe a strong personality that overwhelms or annoys people to be long lasting meaningful friends with her outside the things she can offer as her character conflict. How come no one mentioned this component of Chloe's character?

Well, dear reader, that is because no one thoroughly watched the tenth season outside the first episode and the notorious horrendous episodes of the Flash era. (Specifically, the episodes The Kale Patch Caper, Knitwits, Tardy Sauce, and the most popular contender everyone loves to use to belittle this season and extension of the modern era Fairly Oddparents as a whole, the episode Certified Super Sitter.) If you don't believe me, then go to YouTube and Twitter.

However, not every episode from the Flash era is terrible. Summer Bummer and Fancy Schmancy are relatively decent for Season 10B standards.

(Season 10B is only thirteen episodes across seven episode blocks. Season 10A is 30 episodes across 13 episode blocks.) I mentioned this because there is a noticeable misconception that the Flash era was half of Season 10. (7 out of 37 episodes is approximately 19%.)

Poor episodes that plague the reputation of Season 10A are The Big Fairly Scare Share, Girly Squirrely, and Return of the Losers. (3 out of 30 episodes is approximately 10%. In total this is approximately 29%, a third of the season, which is legitimately poor.) Leaving 71% of Season 10 undiscussed. "Yeah, that is definitely fair".

[rosewaterandivy]

2. make plans to break plans

Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumass reader

Warnings: no use of y/n - reader goes by Trouble instead, depictions of high school, cursing, dumb group chats & contact names, references to Vine memes, mention of a broken engagement, sad girl hours

A/N: Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance. Here’s 3.1K of Steve and Reader’s ~feelings~; feedback and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy!

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Then - Fall term, November

The end of the day finds you hunched over your keyboard, furiously typing back a reply to some helicopter parent. You blow out a puff of breath and hit ‘send’ as your door creaks open.

“Hey,” Steve greets pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He sets his hydroflask down on your desk with a clang and leans against a nearby desk. “You ready?”

“Yeah, gimme just a sec,” you say, logging off for the day. Turning back to your desk, you give him a small smile and shove a few things into your backpack. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the two of you worked at Tiger Library, aka extended tutorial sessions in the library. The extra pay was decent and it allowed you both time to keep up with any grading or lesson planning that had gone neglected during the week.

You rearrange a few items on your desk before swiping a stack of essays to hopefully grade. Steve hits the lights after you, while you nudge the door open with your hip, elbow pressing down on the door handle and balance a backpack dangerously close to slipping from your shoulder. 

“Gimme,” he tuts, index finger looping around the strap sliding from your arm, “S’okay, I got it.”

You hum in assent, turning to take the stairs down to the first floor, Steve hot on your heels. “Thanks,” you try to keep your voice level and impassive passing through the corridor. Steve keeps a respectful distance as you stride through the doors of the library. 

Something is wrong, but he can’t guess as to what. You’d been off all week; since your weekend bender, really. Nance had dropped you back at The Hideout to get your car and once she’d returned she beelined directly to her room and didn’t say a word.

Nancy rarely has such a visceral reaction to anything, so whatever you had divulged to her was enough to crack the surface of her rage. Having been on the receiving end of it before, Steve knows it’s endless. 

But the question remains, why haven’t you said anything to him? You’re friends, thick as thieves and have been for god knows how long. Yes, you’re an unfiltered, oblivious dumbass with poor emotional regulation skills, and he hates that at times. But you are his friend; and Steve currently wants to throttle himself for allowing you to go radio-silent for the better part of a week.

He sighs, for what feels like the millionth time today, he’ll let you be. 

For now.

Students have claimed tables and chairs for the evening, notebooks and laptops scattered here and there. Chairs pulled up as teens arranged themselves amongst their cliques, catching up on the latest gossip since the final bell rang. 

Making quick work of Vickie’s computer you set up shop, decidedly ignoring her post-it reading ‘Dumb & Dumber - don’t mess with my shit!’ Steve slides in the circulation desk behind you, depositing your backpack at your feet. Silently, you prize the post-it from the monitor with two fingers and pass it to Steve who reads it with a snort.

He snaps a quick photo to send to the ‘elite meeting’ group chat and tosses it into the trash. Queueing up the collaborative playlist for the night, you call out, “Okay team, this is our final Humanities night at Tiger Library before the fall break, so you know the drill.”

The students turn to the circulation desk, conversations falling to a murmur. Steve crosses his arms and leans back against the built-in bookshelf, he gestures between the two of you with his index finger, “Ask either of us a math or science question and you will be vacated from the premises.”

A few laughs and snickers ring out here and there.

“Yeah,” you concur, “Harrington will suplex you into next week and I’ll post it to the school’s socials.” 

That shuts them right up. 

“Furthermore,” you continue, “The collab playlist is live for tonight and if any of you turkeys forces me to listen to anything that would make your friends and parents ashamed to know you,” you pause, eyeing a few kids menacingly, “I will force everyone present to listen to ska for the rest of the session. Got it?”

Steve shudders and shakes his head, “That is not an idle threat, by the way. She’s done it before and it was god awful.”

Announcements made, you and Steve sign off on a few seat-time papers for the credit recovery kids and settle in for the night. You open your texts to find a notification from Eddie in the group chat. Reading through Harrington and Buckley’s responses, you tap out a reply to Eddie’s question. 

💫elite meeting💫

bandcamp 👿: why is my paladin not at Hellfire you schmucks?

god’s fav 😎: spill the tea, sis.

dingus 👽: ooh, if he’s breakin out the yiddish he must be pissed!

trouble 👁️👄👁️: it’s like you don’t even read your emails eds.

god’s fav 😎:  whaddup, i’m eddie, i’m 28, and i never learned how to fuckin read ✌️

 bandcamp 👿: shut up.

During tutorial nights, someone from the group would be assigned to take care of dinner for whomever else was stuck on campus. Nancy had made a laminated chart and stuck it to the loft’s fridge, y’know, like any completely sane person would do. 

You huff a laugh and open your insta feed, clicking on the invite in your messages. ‘Steve has invited you to eat at Chipotle today!’ You select your regular order, tacking on some chips and queso for good measure. 

After a while, a student shyly approaches the circulation desk with a worn copy of The Catcher in the Rye and a worksheet in hand. You give her a reassuring smile and invite her to take a seat. As you’re reviewing the questions she’s struggling with, Eddie storms into the room searching for Mike.

“Wheeler,” he bellows, startling the students from their conversations, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The student at your side jumps in her chair at the sheer volume of his voice. “Oy, Munson,” you hiss, “Can it!” He fixes you with a perturbed glance and strides over to Mike’s table to tear him a whole new asshole.

Managing to get the students back on track, you talk through the more complex passages of the text with the girl, directing her back to the questions when appropriate, and send her off with a friendly wave.

Returning from his circuit around the library, Steve dramatically slumps into the chair at your side, letting out a long-suffering sigh. He shoves his glasses up to his hair in an effort to scrub at his eyes. “What’s got ya down, clown?”

He blows a raspberry and rolls his eyes at your quip. “See that table by the windows?”

“Yeah,” you nod, noting the giggling group of girls, freshmen, if you had to guess. Sneaking side-long glances at Steve before blushing profusely and turning back to their friends. “Ooh, they seem struck by you!” you tease, letting your voice twang in a southern affectation.

“Don’t encourage them!” he admonishes, “They wanted help with geography, I don’t even teach that,” he sulks. 

“Steven,” you gasp, “Don’t tell me you never learned to read a map, you are an educator!”

Steve fixes you with a glance, “I’ll have you know, it all gets very confusing in Europe after the dissolution of the Soviet Bloc.”

“Don’t you teach AP World: Modern?”

“Yeah, you know that.”

“A-are you indoctrinating the students, Steve?” you needle him, earning an exasperated huff in response. “Snowflake,” you tsk reproachingly, “Trigger warnings! War on Christmas!” 

The taunting continues until Eddie approaches the desk. With a too-wide smile directed at Steve, you cut your eyes across the library to where Wheeler sits trembling like a leaf.

Mike looks well and thoroughly abashed after whatever Munson just lectured him about. Sinking as low in his seat as he did during the parent conference facilitated by Assistant Principal Bauman. Munson had clearly laid it on thick. 

Chains jangling against his hip, he sits on the desk. “Hey there, big boy,” he purrs winking at Steve, causing him to blush and sputter. “Light of my life,” he croons addressing you, “A thousand apologies for young Wheeler there,” he nods at the dejected teen in question, “It will not be happening again.” Raising his voice to a louder pitch, hollers out, “Not on my watch!”

“Yeah,” you goad him, waggling your brows, “On god, no cap?”

He stares at you as if you’d grown another head, and leans down to your level. “What fuckin’ Tik-Tok nonsense is that now?”

A notification pings from someone, Steve probably; grandpa that he is, he refuses to silence his phone like a normal person, no matter how many times you show him the focus or do not disturb function. 

He throws his keys at Eddie, who catches them before the ring of metal can brain him in the face. Steve pouts as Eddie jangles them triumphantly walking out the door, “Be back in five, hot stuff!”

Steve sends you an annoyed look, “Please tell me that wasn’t directed at me.”

You take a loud sip from his hydroflask and grin, “No, you’re big boy and I’m hot stuff,” you chide. “C’mon now.” Like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“So,” he mutters escorting you to your car later that evening. “Are you ever gonna spill what went down the other night?”

“Huh,” you kiss your teeth with a wet click, bag slung haphazardly across your arm. “Thought Nance would’ve cracked by now.”

“What d’ya mean?”

You kick at the rocks scattered along the blacktop, refusing to meet his eyes. “Well,” you sigh. A grunt, a huff of breath before you tug at the strap of your backpack and admit flatly, “He, uh, ended it.” You hold up your left hand and wiggle your fingers in proof, and sure enough, no engagement ring in sight.

Steve never truly understood what people meant when they said the phrase ‘seeing red’ until now. Granted, he’d been knocked on the head more than most in his time, but even with the concussions he still had enough sense to know that you were the real fucking deal. And any asswipe that thinks he can do better than you is sorely mistaken.

He should know.

Willing himself not to vibrate with rage, he slings an arm across your shoulders and pulls you to his chest. You sniffle and press your forehead to his neck, he smells clean and comforting like cypress and vetiver with the faintest whiff of laundry detergent. 

“M’sorry honey,” he soothes, voice soft and low, subtly rocking from side to side as you fail to stop the tears from falling. “I gotcha, it’s okay.”

Naturally, you completely lose your shit in the school parking lot while Steve holds you. And truthfully, you’re more frustrated than anything because you’d been trying so damn hard to keep it together this week. You thought you’d been doing pretty well, too, until Harrington used his dumb best-friends-forever powers of perception.

Unbeknownst to you, everyone’s been desperately trying to keep their cool. 

Nancy was tight-lipped about the cause for your bender last weekend, but occupants of the loft were distinctly aware of how rigidly she held herself after dropping you off. Completely glued to her phone in case you needed anything at all and going so far as to out-law rom-coms for seemingly no reason.

His anger is simmering now, bubbling just under the surface because hell if he’s going to let you see how affected he is. True, he was never the biggest fan of your fiancé, well, ex-fiancé now, but he seemed like an okay guy. 

Clearly not.

A wet sob claws its way from your throat as Steve draws you closer, his hand cradling the back of your head. He’s doing his best to comfort you, but there’s only so much he can do in the parking lot of Hawkins high school. 

He pulls back briefly to look down at you, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “Wanna crash at the loft?” He asks, voice hushed, as if he’s afraid to spook you. You glance over your shoulder to your car parked a few spaces away, eyes wide and wet. 

Steve feels like he’s lost all language. Doesn’t know any words because you’re stuttering, cursing, and sobbing against his chest like he’s never heard before. He’s at a complete loss as he shepherds you toward his car, opening the passenger door and sliding you into the seat. He has to pry your fingers off from the way you’d latched on to his shirt. 

As the door closes, he grabs his phone and types out a quick missive to let the roommates know what’s coming.

🫰freeloaders🫰

steeb🖕: nance, a heads up would’ve been nice

bucko 🤠: 👀

nwa 🔪: oh shit.

dumbass🤘 : stop talking in code nerds

steeb🖕 has changed the name of this group from 🫰freeloaders🫰 to 👊 fight club👊

steeb🖕: trouble is crashing with us, it’s bad guys. like, defcon 1

bucko 🤠: isn’t that the lowest level of defcon?

steeb🖕: not the time robs

nwa 🔪: her fiancé broke it off, that’s why she got shitfaced. didn’t want me to say anything until she was ready

bucko 🤠: what a piece of shit

dumbass🤘: i’m gonna need his name and address, ss# is a plus but not a necessity 

bucko 🤠: eddie NO

steeb🖕: eddie YES

nwa🔪 has ‘liked’ this message

“Sorry–” you whisper hoarsely, “I’m–sorry–”

Steve’s mouth falls open, so fucking helpless and confused. “There’s no need for that,” he assures you, “You didn’t do anything hon.”

You’ve barely gotten out of the shower, hair damp and dripping on the tiles of the bathroom. You stand in the doorway, dressed in an oversized Warped Tour shirt from ages ago, one bare foot scratching the adjacent ankle. 

Steve had to coax you to shower after arriving at the loft, your face puffy, smeared with tears and snot. Once you had been safely stowed in the shower, Nancy went into crisis-management mode. Delegating tasks to everyone in proximity to her and speaking in hushed tones with your parents on the phone.

Robin was in charge of securing a sub for you tomorrow (and, let’s be honest, one for Eddie, Steve, and herself as well), Eddie was researching moving companies and doing some mild internet sleuthing about your ex, just for his own research purposes, which left Steve on babysitting duty.

You start crying again, hiding the tears in your palms and dropping to the floor, curling up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Steve’s losing it. Can’t even keep you happy for two seconds–which he knows is the easiest job in the world because you have attention span of a goldfish and will laugh at anything.

He’s still perplexed when he drops to the floor with you, splaying his legs around your body, wrapping his arms around your back. His shirt is basically soaked through, sopping with your tears but that doesn’t deter you. You burrow into his chest, hands crawling up his shoulder blades, fingertips digging in enough to bruise, and you cling to him like a lifeline. Steve’s chest swells in pain for you, a hurt he feels down to his bones. You’re shaking with sobs and shivery hot in his arms.

Unable to soothe your tears, Steve gets to work and slides an arm down underneath your legs to secure you against his chest. “Okay honey, hold tight,” he breathes, scooping you up as he rises from the cold tile floor. You press your face further into his chest, sinking so deep into his hold he thinks you might fall right into him. Another choked sob as you nod.

He carries you down the hall and into his bedroom, all dark and quiet. Steve lays you down atop his sheets where you continue to sob fitfully, eyes blooming with fresh tears. He reaches over your body, takes the far edge of the sheet and pulls it around, tucking it beneath your back. He does the same to the other side and soon enough, you’re wrapped snugly in its cocoon. Only your head is visible.

And he knows you’re sad, and it’s very fucking real. The kind of sadness he felt when Nancy crushed his heart to smithereens back in high school. That, but times a thousand.

“How’s that?” he says, breaking the silence now that your cries have died down. “Better?”

You blink at him after a while. Your head jerks a few times, eyes pointedly cutting to the open space on the bed next to you.

Steve shucks his shirt, volleying it to the hamper, and slips in chuckling at the way you inch your body closer to his. His arm falls to rest against your hip, “Okay honey,” he whispers over the top of your head, “Better now?”

“Mmhm,” you sigh, pressing your forehead to his chest once more. “Stevie,” you rasp, voice muffled, “Can you stay?”

“Yeah,” he says right away, fingers sketching along your side, a crease of worry forming between his brows. “‘Course I’ll stay honey, long as you want.”

Steve spends another couple of hours with you, settling down in hopes that you’ll eventually drift off to sleep. He pulls a movie up on his phone, something with little emotional labor because you’re more than likely spent for the week. He lays next to you on the bed, propped up by a pillow or two, his free hand tracing calming circles against your hip. After the credits roll, your swollen eyelids begin to slip shut.

He stays for a little longer, just until your breathing evens out and he knows you’re asleep. As gently and slowly as he can, Steve gets out of bed careful not to jostle you awake and makes his way to the living room. Everyone’s awake and lost in their own little world, it’s quiet save for the sound of clacking keys and mouse clicks. 

Settling against an armchair, he clears his throat and says, “She’s asleep, for now.”

“How’s she doing?”

He shrugs, because isn’t that the million dollar question. Steve couldn’t begin to guess at that thoughts rattling through your brain. But he tries anyway, “Uh, not great.”

Silence settles around them once more. Steve stares wordlessly at the ceiling and grits his teeth loud enough for everyone to hear. He inhales a deep, steady breath and it feels like the only one he’s taken in hours.

And for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to fall back on a familiar feeling. To push past all the anger and hurt; the tinge of his own failure he tries not to associate with you, struggles to do that most days, too. 

Behind the darkness of his eyelids, there is strangely so much light.

A semblance of hope.

[sstardustt3]

-akira kurusu (joker) headcannons-

First of all, THEATER KID. 

You simply can not tell me that he is not an overdramatic theater kid who does the most at all times, especially when he was a kid.

But this led him to be seen as “odd” and outcasted by the people around him in the which made him extremely lonely, he wasn’t bullied but he didn’t have any friends 

Because of this he kinda closed himself off to fit more into the societal norms and not be seen as strange which is why he’s so quiet and keeps to himself all the time 

Which made him partially excited to go to shibuya because despite it being a pretty shitty situation, being on probation and arrested for something that wasn’t even his fault, he thought that maybe in the big city he’ll find some people that won’t think he’s weird and can open up to which he ended up getting with the thieves  but his hope was only temporarily diminished with his record being leaked

Holy fuck that was long but, moving on, I think he has a very poor relationship with his parents, especially after being convicted of assault.

I don’t think his parents hate him by any means but they’re definitely neglectful based on the fact joker doesn’t get a single call, text, or a letter from them

What i personally think is that his parents are the type of parents to do the bare minimum and do nothing else for him

In a sense his parents sort of gave up on him because of his “eccentric”  behavior and him getting arrested might have solififed that for that for them and even if not they’re definitely not on his side when it comes to the whole assault thing which could be why they never contact him

Okay the last two were pretty angsty but moving on,

He has like, zero experience with girls and he’s the most oblivious mf ever

And because he wasn’t really popular at his old school (for the aforementioned reasons) he got ZERO bitches, none, cero.

 This is actually another headcanon that i really don’t have an explanation for but when he moved way more girls started liking him because of people thinking he was this bad boy and he had NO idea how to deal with that

Like for a while he just thought people were just being weirdly nice to him

Like he is the type of guy who unintentionally flirty like just natural charisma with looks

Like you have to be insanely obvious for him to even take a hint

Adding onto the headcanon that you have to be insanely obvious to get him to notice that you like him, once he does realize  that you like him like one of two things is going to happen:

One, if your not that close than he has no idea what to do about that and he’s just slightly more awkward than usual

But two, if you are that close, he is BOLD. despite he is not knowing how to flirt for shit he is still charming enough that his horrible attempts at flirting and teasing somehow work

Because he has no cannon birthday other than the year he is born (2000) my personal thought is that he’s born on valentines day, there’s no elaboration for this one just a gut feeling

I feel like he has a vivid imagination of scenarios 

Like for example he can imagine an entire plot for a musical at three am and exactly how it would go

Morgana and sojiro have frequently told him to shut up and go to bed

Also he has insomnia. I just felt like I should throw that into there.

Him, sojiro, and futaba have movie nights once a weekend and ninety percent of the time it’ll be a horror, old movies, or a studio ghibli movie

Texas chainsaw massacre, kill bill, sadako vs kayako, jacobs ladder, don’t look up, my neighbor totoro, spirted away, sailor moon r, ponyo, etc

60 precent of the time futaba picks the movie

I have no explanation for this one but him in the metaverse is very much christian borle coded in a way i can’t explain i swear (please i beg of you listen to hard to be a bard from something rotten its so good)

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[yanderes-galore]

OKAY FINAL REQUEST FOR NOW FROM ME. yandere Bro Strider headcanons? Reader is either a teacher of Dave's or his doctor from a callout appointment, either way someone Dave holds at a high regard in a sense, for how Bro would meet them perhaps. I feel like Bro could be a bit of an unstable yandere, like really nice at times but can be suddenly really mean and uncaring of their own comfort at others. I still want to kiss him though ):

Oooo, Bro content? I can try my hand at this >:D Sorry if he came off too harsh, I was trying to keep it from being OOC I guess.

Yandere! Bro Strider Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of child neglect because Homestuck canon, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder implied, Forced companionship, Blood.

I'm going to start this off by saying in canon Bro is definitely a horrible parent/brother/guardian.

He isn't the most empathetic person and sees taking care of Dave as some sort of game, usually being overly harsh to prepare him for something.

Bro is very monotone and quiet most of the time.

He plays mind games and is unusually fast and stealthy.

However, even though Bro teaches Dave through harsh methods (such as physical violence and neglect....), he most likely cares for him somewhat.

Which means Dave no doubt has either a teacher or a doctor he sees for the sake of this concept. Maybe even a babysitter.

This could be where you come in.

Dave no doubt ends up attached to you due to the contrast between you and Bro.

You're nicer, keep him fed, and don't subject him to painful levels of... irony?

Bro seems like a yandere who'd be hard to read or even tell he has an obsession.

Far as you know he's just Dave's guardian, you don't have any connections beside taking care of Dave.

Wrong.

Bro isn't very vocal about his obsession so it brews while you're unaware.

He's perfectly capable of stalking due to his stealth and no doubt uses Dave against you.

Bro knows you care about Dave and often invites you over for something involving Dave.

Tutoring, Check ups, Extra care...

Things like that.

You don't mind since Dave is such a good kid with you.

I personally see Bro as an unpredictable yet calm yandere.

He's caring towards you at times while at others he may act like you did something wrong.

The biggest thing in this dynamic is the fact Dave is a bargaining chip.

You'll find out how Bro treats him at some point and may feel obligated to watch over the kid.

Which leaves you vulnerable to Bro's tactics of getting you close to him.

It's hard to tell his emotions at times, very similar to his post-scratch self.

He appears platonic but could very well mean romantic.

He isn't the most expressive.

Eye contact doesn't help as he barely removes those glasses of his.

In some strange way Bro cares for you like he does Dave.

He appears a bit blind to if he's hurting someone he cares about though.

For example, he has no issues with kidnapping you or taking a sword to those he hates around you.

He could be covered in blood and expects it to be okay because he did it for you since he cares.

He's not the worst Homestuck yandere but he's pretty bad due to his lack of empathy and tendency to do whatever the hell he wants.

I feel him hurting his darling is partially accidental yet also because he feels he's doing the best for you.

Kidnapping you and locking you in his room is for safety, right?

It's like he's selectively oblivious?

He chooses not to care sometimes when you're in distress.

If anything you're closest to Dave and are scared of the stuff the kid deals with.

I don't want to say everything about Bro is bad though.

Most of it is, don't get me wrong on that.

When he isn't pretending nothing is wrong, he's affectionate.

He holds you, pets your head, tries to make you feel comfortable and wanted.

He even praises how you take care of Dave.

He trains him... you provide care.

Bro's intentions unknown but they appear to be similar to Dirk.

But he's so harsh with it.

Bro's obsession is the definition of tough love.

He feels to protect you and Dave he has to do what he's doing now...

Even if it means neglecting your wants and needs at times for his own selfish interests.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Is there any UEFA High headcannons you have and are willing to share hehe :333

ANON CMERE N LEMME GIVE YOU A BIG OL SMOOCH I LOVE YOU

during the election, christian tried to get his fellow students to register to vote, despite the fact that they are a) not american and b) under eighteen. sergio ruthlessly mocked him.

students skip class to watch when xavi n ancelottis classes play each other in soccer in pe

also yeah xavi still has a job in this au yippee

pablo is still VERY ACTIVELY crushing on nico after they had that one (1) conversation at marcos party

like bro is constantly asking either marco or joao to set them up

in like,,, 90% of thomas' scenes, hes wearing some old crewneck sweater that says 'washington dc' that he got at the airport

sometimes neymar naruto runs to class n luis literally pretends he does not know him

marcos home life fucking SUCKS. his parents got divorced n it was MESSYYYY

harry kane has a crush on thomas n is completely oblivious to the fact that thomas is VERY CLEARLY still hung up on his ex

the week after robert broke up with him, thomas spent the entire time listening to sad music in his room, only coming out begrudgingly when simon wanted to play mario kart with him

sergios dad is literally the most STRESSED individual on the planet. hes like this nervous sweaty guy who constantly looks like hes on the verge of tears, n his entire job is him cleaning up the diplomatic messes his son creates

manu has never heard his dad refer to him by his name

aurora n fermin are in a talking stage n every time pablo hears about it he very openly has a fucking aneurysm

pedri is one of the like,,, maybe two kids at this school who doesnt have neglectful ass parents. his dad is a diplomat n his mom owns a restaurant n they are very kind lovely ppl!!

despite the fact that federico finds dusan annoying as HELL, he rlly truly does love him

dominik is not letting go of that crush on trent anytime soon, boyfriend be damned

pretty much the entire german embassy knows abt the thomas / robert / marco beef

luka wants to study international relations at georgetown, n be a diplomat like his mom

trents actually quite shy when robbo isnt around

ok this isnt that related but i like to imagine that kate, thierry, jamie, n micah exist somewhere in this universe,,, like theyre college students or something, n titi is just as down bad as he is irl

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 3

>> Ghost x Reader, part FOUR

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Five more days till Simon gets to see you.

He should have spent his time doing something else, but because he couldn’t get you out of his mind, he opted to do something productive, and something productive in his mind meant tracking you down and following you until he learnt what your typical day looked like, what you liked to do, where you went, and, most importantly, where you lived.

He had no idea where to begin, but he concluded that the last place he saw you at would be a good place to start. And it was. Of course, he had to spend two days wandering the same street, keeping his eyes open, in hopes of seeing you again... but eventually, there you were , strolling, well, more like running down the street – you definitely were late.

Simon followed you like a shadow for the rest of the day, staying a few feet away, never walking on the same side of the street as you, and turning around, concealing his face, pretending to be on the phone anytime you looked over your shoulder, just in case you recognised him.

But you never looked at him. It was as if you were oblivious to the world around you, lost in your own mind.

Once or twice you even crossed the street without looking left and right, and once or twice Simon almost ran towards you, wanting to drag you back to the sidewalk, when a car drove by too fast, startling you.

You need to be protected.

You were too naïve, too innocent, incapable of taking care of yourself.

You needed someone like Simon by your side - you didn’t realise it yet, but he was convinced that he could be the answer to all your problems.

And, based on what he could overhear while listening to your phone conversations, you appeared to have a lot on your plate.

You despised your job, and your boss was overbearing and unable to keep his hands to himself, but you couldn’t quit because you needed a way to make a living; Simon made a mental note to deal with that jerk as soon as he found out where you worked at.

He also discovered that you were pretty forgetful when you answered your phone for the second time and began apologising to someone on the other end of the line for being late and promising that you were on your way and would be home soon.

Home.

You were going home.

Simon's eyes widened, and he could physically feel the satisfaction seeping into every fiber of his being.

He was afraid that he would have to follow you around the city all day, and to be honest, he was getting bored with walking; you didn’t have a car and never took the bus or called a cab, which was great because Simon never lost track of you. But his fingers were freezing and going numb from being outside for so long and having to linger around several places, when you would go into some building and he didn’t want to follow, not daring to risk being seen.

You lived in a run-down house in a sketchy neighbourhood. Every one of Simon's senses seemed heightened as he trailed behind you, unable to fathom your sense of safety while walking down these streets alone. This was not the right place for you and he wanted to do nothing more than to whisk you away because you deserved better, you deserved more.

As Simon stood, leaning against a tree, trying not to attract anyone’s attention, not that there were a lot of passersby, but there could still be plenty of noisy neighbours, who had nothing better to do this evening than sit by the windows and spy on people that passed their houses, he wondered if you lived alone .

Probably not.

The house, with its faded color and overgrown front yard, appeared old and neglected. The place was big and he couldn’t fathom you owning it, so perhaps you were renting it. Do you have roommates? Or was this your parents’ house from which you still hadn’t moved out?

So many questions, and so few answers.

Enduring any kind of conditions was second nature to Simon, who had been trained as a soldier. Spying was part of his work, and he was damn good at it, but he had to draw the line somewhere. This was enough for one day.

His fingers were numb and he could barely feel them. His back was stiff, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek to stop his teeth from chattering. The cold was seeping into his flesh, causing his body to shiver, and his skin to turn to ice.

He was already walking back, smoking, his feet lazily dragging across the concrete, when a car drove down the street and parked in front of your house. He came to a sudden halt, whirling around just a little too fast and tossing the cigarette to the ground.

A man got out, closing the door a bit too loudly, alerting the entire neighborhood of his arrival.

Matt. He recognized him from the picture he saw on your profile.

What was he doing here? Was he here to see you? Why?

He stood there watching as Matt walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened, and he saw you.

For a second, he was only focused on you. You had changed your clothes and were now wearing shorts and a plain white shirt. Was this how you always dressed when you were hanging around the house? Probably. Simon smiled.

He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up on a Sunday morning, around noon, walk to the kitchen and find you, making a cup of coffee, dressed like this. He could see you turning around and your eyes lighting up when your gaze would settle on him. Your lips would curl into a smile as you would walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, getting on your tiptoes and…

Simon snapped back to reality  feeling the icy breeze on his face.

He blinked.

Matt and you were gone, and the front door had been shut. He knew Matt hadn’t left and was inside your house now because his car was still parked in the driveway.

He would have marched down the street, broken the fucking door, and dragged Matt outside if he had let his impulses control him. Matt didn’t deserve to be near you; he didn’t deserve to look at you or to talk with you. Hell , he didn’t even deserve to be in the same room as you, much alone breathe the same air.

But Simon was wiser than that; he knew he couldn’t act on his urges. He had to be smart about this and it was going to be a long game. It may take time, but he always prevails and this time wasn’t going to be different - he will win again. He had no doubts about that.

You are going to be his. Only his . He just needed to keep himself grounded. And that meant, as much as he despised turning around and leaving, he had no other choice.

But walking away, knowing your house was disappearing behind him in the distance, wasn’t difficult since he knew he would see you again on Friday.

[of-many-aus]

Reaper of Odds

Summary: It was the annual reaping, but the results weren’t what you had expected

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, hints of neglectful parents, and mentions of drinking

A/N: Feel free to request for any one shots you would like to see in this series!

Masters of the Scene Masterlist

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder- if you could even call it that. It was more like shoulder to stomach with so many people packed into the small square.

There was almost no breathing room, it made your chest squeeze painfully and your lungs begin to tickle with the slightest bit of a burn.

It was safe to say that the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment was the small squeeze of reassurance that the boy to your left gave your hand. You grasped his hand back tightly, not caring how desperate you came off. His hand was the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment.

“Welcome, welcome, to the seventy fourth annual Hunger Games!” The woman- Rowena- spoke smoothly into the microphone upon a stage that made her look out of place against the bland concrete behind her. You could only imagine how she would look standing in the crowd with all of you.

“I have a feeling,” The red haired woman with too much makeup and too bright of a dress continued, “That it is going to be a very special year.”

Not a single person matched her enthusiasm.

“As always, may the odds be ever in your favor.” It must have taken years of practice for her to stare out at all of their tired, grief stricken faces and not once let her perfect smile falter, “Let’s begin with the girls.”

Deans hand tightened even more around yours when she spoke, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

His lips were set in a stern line and his eyes were hard, the complete opposite of how he looked whenever he was looking at you. It was almost starting to see the face you had grown so accustomed to look such a way.

To his other side stood his younger brother, Sam, who was slouched down as if that could hide him from the reality of the reaping. His eyes were wide and filled with a horror that would be enough to fuel your nightmares for a long time.

Though he was Deans little brother, he had always been like one to you too. He was always someone you felt you needed to look out for, take care of.

And the interesting thing about it was, it wasn’t just because you and Dean were together. The two of you had been best friends almost all your lives having grown up as neighbors, and even then, you still looked out for Sam as if he were your own.

It was only recently that you and Dean had finally admitted your feelings after years of hiding it. And though you were arguably in the most dangerous and difficult district to live in, you found yourself being happy. A rare feeling for any person in district twelve.

Of course, you knew the chances of any one of the three of you being picked were as slim as they come, but that didn’t stop your breath from catching in your throat as the woman onstage gracefully made her way to the large bowl on the side of her and fished out a single slip of paper.

On that paper would be the name of one doomed child, one forced to give up their life and everything it could have become, victor or not. No one ever truly won.

The woman cleared her throat when she got back up to the michrophone and made a spectacle of dramatically unfolding the paper, as if she was oblivious to the way every single person in the square was holding their breaths.

In a couple seconds, all but one person will let out their breaths of relief.

But then she did something she wasn’t supposed to do, Rowena read your name from the paper. Clear and crisp as day. Though there was absolutely no way she had read it wrong, you couldn’t help but desperately wonder if she had- if some sort of mistake had been made.

You stumbled backwards, even Dean's grip had loosened in shock at the news. He was staring up at the podium, frozen, barely looking like he was even breathing.

There was a ringing in your ears, sharp and painful, you couldn’t hear anything else but it. Not the horrified sobs of Sam, nor the impatient grunts of peacemakers who were making their way through the crowd when it became clear that you weren’t moving.

People all around parted from you like a plague, not offering a single hand to you as your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. You were too numb to even feel the sting upon impact.

The peacekeepers had finally surged through enough of the crowd to reach you. The closest one roughly grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. Your mind was too full to even comprehend the gesture, so you simply stumbled up and followed as he pulled you to the stage.

“Hey! Hey!” Dean finally snapped out of his trance, and a look of complete and utter rage washed over his face, “Let her go, you son of a bitch!”

A separate peacekeeper had to hold him back, but you still numbly made your way to the stage, giving no sign that you even noticed the outburst coming from the boy you loved.

“Now,” The lady smiled once you stood beside her, as if nothing had happened, “We shall draw from the boys.”

The peacekeeper holding you apparently deemed you safe enough to let go and took a step back, still close enough in case you had another episode.

Your eyes finally lifted to meet those of Deans, whose green eyes showed with unshed tears. He had stopped fighting, fallen silent and held a sobbing Sam to his chest.

An overwhelming smell of fruity perfume filled your senses when the woman returned, holding a folded slip of paper.

“Samuel Winchester!” She read happily.

No. No. No. No. No-

One of the local officials that were near the two Winchester boys moved to take Sam and push him onto the stage.

A furious scream left Dean's lips as he lunged towards the peacekeeper that wrenched his younger brother out of his grip, swiftly punching him in the face.

The official fell to the ground the second Deans fist hit his jaw, knocked out automatically.

You sank to your knees on the stage floor, hands cupping your mouth as you wept and wept.

The odds that were supposed to be near impossible not only brought you despair once- but twice.

Not Sammy, anyone but Sammy-

The boy was practically shoved into your arms, and you held each other close.

Suddenly, remembering the cameras that were directed at the two of you, no doubt having at least half of Panem watching, you shakily pulled both of you to your feet, keeping one arm wrapped securely around his shoulders.

Even through your panic and duress, one thought broke through all others: now that he was here, you needed to do everything in your power to keep Sam safe. If one of you was going to get out of this, it would have to be him, not-

“I volunteer!”

Your head snapped up to where Dean had shaken off the holds of the officers that had restrained him, his arm was raised straight in the air, eyes trained solely on you and Sam as his voice boomed through the square.

“I volunteer as tribute.” His voice was steady, calm, a stark opposite from how he had been acting a mere moment ago.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath and tensed up. He might have been horrified to be sent into that arena, but that didn’t mean he wanted his big brother taking his place.

Unlike you and Sam, Dean didn’t need an escort up stage, he simply strode forward with his chin held high and a look of determination set on his face.

The young boy was directed back into the crowd as Dean came to stand beside you, facing forward, but immediately grasping onto your hand with his own, interlacing your fingers and squeezing reassuringly.

“Well, this was an interesting experience,” Rowena laughed airily before swiping an arm to the side to present to you and Dean, “Our district twelve tributes, everybody!”

Instead of being met with applause like the woman had hoped, all she got were pitying looks directed at you and Dean, who still stood hand in hand, facing the people of your home district.

After clearing her throat, Rowena ushered the two of you off the stage and into some back rooms you knew would be where you were meant to say goodbye to your loved ones before you were shipped off to the capital.

“It’s okay, Honey Bee,” Dean muttered into your ear as you walked, “We’re going to be alright.” He squeezed your interlocked hand.

The two of you were sat down in a small back room and were told to wait while they let your families in.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the only one to scurry through the door.

Your parents had died when you were young and Dean and Sam’s father, John, had been sulking in the back of the square, no doubt nursing a flask under his jacket and taking quick sips when no one was looking.

He hadn’t so much as make his presence known when not just one, but two of his sons were put on stage in front of the entire district, awaiting departure to their possible deaths.

Quickly, the younger boy threw his arms around his brother's torso and sobbed into his chest.

“I-I’m so-sorry-“

“Hey, hey, shh,” Dean shushed him, rocking the boy back and forth as he rubbed a comforting hand up and down his back, “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

The boy was still sniffling when he pulled away after a few moments and fell into your arms. You just pushed his hair back from his eyes and gave his forehead a kiss, “It’s okay, Sammy, it’s okay.”

Neither of you said that you promised to come back, that was too big of a promise to make to the boy. Too much of a possibility that you wouldn’t.

“P-please watch out for each other,” The boy hiccuped when it was finally time to leave, giving his big brother one last hug.

“Of course we will, Sammy.” Dean mumbled, closing his eyes briefly as he held his little brother tightly.

He pulled away after a moment and looked at the boy sternly, holding him at arm's length, “If you ever need anything, I want you to go to Jody. She’ll look after you.”

Jody was also your neighbor, and the woman had been kind enough to take you in after your parents passed. She never failed to take care of you or either of the Winchester boys. She wasn’t family though so she hadn’t been allowed in with Sam.

The boy nodded, rubbing a dirty sleeve over his nose.

“And Sam?” You swallowed, “Will you tell her that I said thank you? For-For everything?”

His eyes filled with tears once more at your words, but nodded again nonetheless.

“Alright, we best be going.” Rowena entered the room, clapping her hands and perfectly manicured nails together once.

Dean squeezed Sam’s shoulder once more, “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too,” Sam mumbled, glancing at you as well so you knew he included you with that.

Your heart clenched with pain at the thought of leaving the boy, but not as much as it did if he had been with you.

Instead, you were now faced with having to go into a fight to the death with your boyfriend by your side. A fight that will take one of you away from the other.

And just as you had promised yourself with Sam, you would make sure Dean made it out alive. He needed to survive more than you did- he had so much more to live for. He had a family, you did not.

“Let’s go,” You said quietly, taking Dean's hand in yours and following Rowena out of the room.

[sleepmuchneededhonestly]

Sooooo... This took much longer than expected in terms of research. And just as long to rank. HOWEVER!-

*Drum rolls*

The 40 Mom Tier List:

Ranking the Mom's of the 40 Characters!

S Tier:

Tamako Yukihira - Taught her son that making mistakes is part of success, introduced her son to a new passion for cooking, etc. Cool Mom points for sure.

Rachel Phantomhive - Even she had asthma, she tried her best for her family while she alive. Took care of her children, disciplined them when needed, and took joy when her sister played with them when she couldn't. She was even there for sister when her husband died and tried her best to cheer her up.

Hiroko Kastuki - She's a caring and supportive Mom. AND SHE'S ALIVE! S Tier for sure. :D

Hinata's Mom - Same as Katsuki's Mom. Caring and supportive. We like supportive Mom's in this household.

Nanako Hasegawa - Top Tier Mom, supportive of her son's passions and offered advice during his feed with Reki. She even asks for advice from her late husband's photo when it comes to her son, which shows how much the two mean to her.

Kie Kamado - Took care, supported, and raised of all her children while she was alive, so that counts for something, right? S Tier.

Kotoko Fujioka - Someone Haruhi tries to model after, so that counts for something.

Mitsuko Serinuma - Supportive and caring of her daughter and son, especially with Kae's biy troubles. She even supports her otaku's shenanigans without much of a fuss from what I've seen. Of course, she got worried when she locked herself in her room, though.

Senna - Cares for her child avatar or not. Supports her even though it sometimes means letting her go perform her duties as the Avatar, no matter how dangerous.

Trisha Eldric - CARED for her family and supported them even though she was mourning her husband all the while.

Sachiko Fujinuma - Known to be caring and dedicated to her son.

A Tier:

Ursa - Look, aprt from taking care of Zuko however she could, she was also part of how he remained strong after all those years and taught him that trying even though things get tough was a strength of his. But Azula. Enough said there. Plus, if you want to include the comics, then much more of a reason may be.

Inko Midoriya - She takes care of her son and supports his decisions even though it takes convincing sometimes, say how she wanted to keep him from U.A. that one time. Buuut, as much as it pains me, she did sort of unintentionally cause some issues to form in Deku the day he was prescribed as quirkless. So A Tier instead of S Tier.

Kurumi Saiki: Now, she's personally one of my favorites; she is part of why Kusuo rarely ever uses his powers for wrong reasons. BUT, she also sometimes fails to be an actual parent to both her children who were probably barely raised, if at all because of their fastmature news compared to her and Kuniharu. Not to say she didn't try, but considering Kusuke and Kusuo's sibling hood, Kurumi get A Tier. Still like her though.

Sukuyo Mankanshoku - Now correct me if I'm wrong, you guys (I wanna finish this fast, and I've hardly watched Kill La Kill before sorry), but she seems like a sweet mom. She takes care of her childern, discipline, and even makes meals fo Ryūko as if she wer her own. But she has shown to be a bit oblivious like Kurumi when it comes to the safety of her children, so that's probably one of the only reasons she's not in S Tier.

Kyoko Honda - Reeeeally wanted to give her S Tier, but even if she helped form Torhu moral compass and all that with her wisdom, she did go into a depressive state once her husband passed away leading her into neglecting Tohru and even considering suicide. So, A Tier is the least to do here.

Mrs. Kageyama - A little overworking and doesn't know that her son is hanging with Reagen of all people in all honesty(no offense to Reagen dudes), but supportive.

Kuchel Ackerman - Worked as a prostitute sooo... She cared for Levi, she did, but if only she reached out to someone to take care of him while she was getting sicker. Not saying it was without reason, but she unintentionally did leave her child to starve if it weren't Kenny. Well, I'm not giving her B Tier, but I'm not giving her D Tier either.

B Tier:

Maho Fujiwara - I didn't find much on her and I've never watched much of Love is War, but since she's diplomat, overprotective, and Chika barely mentions her, Imma say she tried her best, but could do better. Feel free to tell me if I should move her up or not.

C Tier:

Yugi/Hanako's Mother- Now I tried to research about her but... well after her son left, well she sort of-... Well, committed sewerslide. Yikes. She only gets D Tier because she didn't treat them like nothing while she took care of them.

D Tier:

Hiromi Shiota - Projected her desires onto her son by making him present as a girl so that he could live a life she wanted. Not very caring or nurturing if you ask me. Then again, she not F Tier.

Leano - Chose her appreance over Legoshi. If you know then you know.

F Tier:

Raygo: No. Just no. NO. (If you know then you know)

Isabella: Season 2 didn't do it for me, so she gets F Tier as she deserves.

Kikyo Zoldyck - Do I really need to explain this one? Do I REALLY need to explain this one? N-O.

Iruma's Mother - Yeah, if you read the first ranking of the Dad's, you know what she did. No S Tier for her.

Bonus, some honorable mentions here:

Kya, Midori Nendo, Mrs. Nanase, and Mrs. Neogi

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf , you like? Please help me fix the ranking if you feel I was too harsh/soft on one of these Mom's. Remember to take a break please! :D

[prettyrealm]

tom holland mini personality reading

positives + negatives

+ positives

i think he may be quite grounded, self-aware - he doesn’t think he’s the smartest person in the room and doesn’t pretend to be either, open to different personality types and accepts people for who they are, i don’t think has a lot of crazy misogynistic or hateful views of women (compared to most men I’ve read for so far), doesn’t find it hard to apologize, he can be quite charming, very good at managing himself (isn’t the type to over eat, drink too much, do drugs or sleep around too much), refuses to sacrifice his integrity or go against his own moral code, good at creating wealth (if he ever fell off he would probably have a super lucrative business or something to fall back on and just stick to that), very understanding of others and likes to learn, likes to share his success with those around him, good mental strength and doesn’t fall victim to peer pressure, can handle being made fun of, doesn’t allow insecurities or low self-esteem to get in the way of his goals (it’s like he actively combats negative thoughts telling him what he can or can’t do or for ex. ignoring how bad he thinks he looks in a film because he knows that’s not what’s important anyway)

- negatives

he seriously does not want to hear about drama at all and he can be kind of dismissive when it comes to this, fearful and can be a bit cowardly, pretends to be oblivious, bad at putting up personal boundaries (if someone’s making him uncomfortable he won’t say anything he’ll just deal with it), i think he can get in his head a lot and this results in a lot of sleepless nights, he can get pretty angry and when he does his words are very cutting, learns lessons the hard way, if he has children I think he should be wary of child neglect (he may end up pushing his children way too hard and becoming an overbearing or smothering parent), mega control freak and overly protective, a bit gullible, chatterbox - he’s not good at keeping secrets in general, but he also may have a habit of revealing things on purpose and acting like he didn’t know any better, likes to play dumb, reminisces and dwells over the past and what he’s lost too much & people may find him hard to trust.

[thegirlwhoimagined]

If Artem is so innocent, why hot?

I just can't stop thinking of how much Artem and Loid have in common. They both have malewife behavior, they are oblivious, they can cook. Both are tall and have big dicks. Both are smart but clearly are dumb when it comes to anything other than their work/jobs.

Is that the formula for the Dream man? They also both like the same type of women. Yor and Rosa are very dedicated to their jobs and are both kind with crazy brother figures that are involved in dangerous jobs in their life.

Coincidence? I think not.

HOLY SHIT SPYFAM X TOT CONSPIRACY??!??!?

I honestly think the dream man formula is a man being a malewife and not seeing what's so "rare" about it.

I hat to bring him up but take N*d Fulmer for example, he was BARELY a malewife. All he did was like bake bread and cook once in a while. And he kept on about how he 'loves his wife'. Because he knew that the bar for men was in hell, and that going even 5% beyond it was enough to gain fame and fortune. But he left alot of things to be done by Ariel. Why? Because, to him, it's a woman's job. It may not have been something he thought actively, but the undercurrents of it were there. In fact, its so instilled in all of us, that we all end up thinking and acting that way subconsciously. Because its our learned response, it doesn't mean we WANT to think that way, its just the way that we think because it was reinforced in us over and over.

Loid and Artem, however...

They don't do house chores and cook and stuff to be called malewives, they do it because it needs to be done. They take an active part in household chores because they understand that its their home too so they need to do equal amounts of work to maintain it.

Both of them grew up in situations where they didn't have a traditional home life. Loids parents were killed and Artem presumably lived in a home where neither of his parents were around for things like house chores. They both have also lived a large part of their adult lives living alone. Which means they had to do all the chores for themselves, because neither of them are the type to neglect their surroundings - because being a spy and a lawyer takes precision and attention to detail.

So yeah, they don't do chores FOR Yor and Rosa, they do it because its part of life. They don't hold it over them or constantly recount it to them - as if them doing it was a favour. That's what makes them dream men.