#not that it doesn't. if thats how it makes you feel.

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about Eddie being so eager to kiss you all the time and he just gets a little too excited sometimes a little too rough and you bump into something and he cradles you while you giggle cause he can't stop smiling into his kisses

And sure maybe it's a little awkward and teeth knock against each other and he catches your lip in his teeth a little too hard but it's okay cause you're deliriously happy

And it's not about getting to the sex (not all the time anyways) but he's just so happy to have found a safe place to land and he's enthusiastic that he found someone who wants to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you

And this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big and he doesn't need to tone it down cause you're his person and he's yours

Okay bye ily

mouse. mouse get the fuck back here. MOUSE DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

he's just so happy to have a safe place to land and this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big were daggers straight to my heart you come back here right now before i actually bleed out from needing this man so badly.

no but thats exactly it. eddie has spent so long jumping and toeing that line of either trying to cram himself into this bite-sized shape for the ones around him, and just exploding and pretending he doesn't give a fuck that he will never fit into anyone's cup of tea so he'll just make himself even larger, that when you enter his life he just doesnt know what to do about it.

because he starts with his regular tricks of being so over the top, so unbearable, and all you're doing is laughing and entertaining his antics. even playing along at times. and so he retracts a little, turning back into a quiet boy who will shrivel up until he's invisible or easy to love (whichever comes first). but then that doesn't work - and to be truthful, he doesn't even know what his mind's end goal is here because why is he trying to push you away so desperately? - and he's just at a loss. you want him on the thundering days, where he makes his grey clouds everyone's problem and all his lightning is blinding and sporadic. you want him on the quiet days, where the downpour is no longer a roar but a soft drizzle, a bit more silent and a bit more bearable but still there. and he can't tell if it's a joke - he can't decipher if your kisses amidst his rambles are sincere, if you're actually smiling at his jokes because you like him or you're too polite to break his heart. he can't see through those gentle hands you use to caress back his wild hair to be sure that the softest of touches are really just you, or some strange gloves of care that you're only simply wearing for now.

and then one morning, he wakes up, and you're still there, awake before he is and just watching him with so much love. feather-light fingers taking their time tracing over his tattoo on his chest and arms, not noticing he's awake yet as you smile so serenely at him. you're looking at him in a way that he's never really gotten to experience so vulnerably before - like he isn't a nuisance, isn't a mistake. like the universe has so intentionally dropped him into your palms, and you're so aware of how delicate he can be below the surface. and he just breaks.

"i love you"

he'd blurt it out, the first time he's ever said those words to you. it almost feels like the first time he's said those words, period.

he's said them to wayne, in their own way, both a bit stiff in expressing affection and skirting around those words whenever they can for a simply ruffle of hair or unexpected side hugs. he'd said them to his mom, a young boy with shining eyes despite it all, looking at her like she was the world because she was his world.

and... well. that's it. he can count the number of times he's said those words on one hand, and now he's said them to you, and all he can hope is you handle them with as much care as you've handled him.

he hopes you can feel the weight of his heart pressing down on them.

and he thinks you do, when you startle a little, looking up to his lips where those rough words had just fallen from in a cracking tone, and you take your time in awarding him with a smile that could save lives. cure cancer, cure sadness, cure the end of the world even. every cliche possible.

"yeah?" you'd whisper back, and his heart skips a beat, terrified that the next words you say won't be what he needs to hear so desperately. but they are. because of course they are. you wouldn't have been watching him sleep in that way if they hadn't been on the tip of your tongue, "i love you."

not a crash landing, but a soft-padded decent. a slow fall with a cushion to prevent broken bones and more invisible scars.

he kisses you then the way he was going to kiss you every day going forward: pushing forward recklessly, teeth and noses bumping a little, smiles making it nearly impossible. he kisses you like he's coming home after a long day, because he is.

he's home. no boxes in sight to fit into, no cups that'll overflow from all the fizzling feelings pouring out of his chest. you've got him, and he's got you.

[eph3merall]

can u do a little angst fic where reader and chris are fwb and reader realizes chris only sees her as a sex doll

this pic of him is so sexc mmm. starts off as smut, felt like it'd be better if it led up to the angst :)

"oh.. chris," the shrill sound of your whines and moans were pathetic in chris' ears, growing higher pitched each time he rammed his dick back into you. he stilled for a second, relishing in the way you would groan and tug at his hair, urging him to keep going and not stop. your thighs have begun to ache, the burning pain in your muscles a reminder to how long you two have been going at it.

chris is grinning, smug and wide. he runs his tongue over his lips, letting his hips ease back just so the tip remained before ramming himself right back in, his heart beating out of his chest at how pretty you are. the slick sound of your pussy gripping him with each thrust has his head spinning, eyes locked on the way you suck him right back and the milky ring formed around his dick.

your orgasm hits you hard, arms wrapping around the brunette's neck to pull him close and whispering curses into his skin. your body is layered with a thin sheet of sweat, breath hitching when you feel chris' hips stutter and eventually pause. when pulling out, you shiver at the feel of his cum mixing and leaking out of your spent hole, teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle a moan.

the bliss that comes afterwards is one that has you feeling giddy and high at the sight of chris pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, only for him to sit up and leave your line of sight. you lay still, stomach heaving with slowing breaths as you calm down. the faint rustle of clothes makes it through the fog of your brain, the sound of a zipper and something else as you will your body to muster the strength to sit up.

propping onto your lower arms to lift yourself up, you blink at the image of chris getting dressed so quickly. he doesn't seem to be paying you any mind, running a hand through his hair and grabbing a towel to run it under the bathroom sink. he's returning and wiping you off, and you find the gesture comforting, especially coming from someone like him.

it's not like you two are in a relationship, but sometimes you fool yourself into believing that you are. the sex, the affection, the gifts. to anyone else, it would look like chris was in a relationship with you.

"there y'go.. all better," your thighs have been cleaned, along with your whole body, as he takes a glance up and down. hearing chris hum as he tosses the towel aside onto the bed somewhere, you let your eyes close to savour the good feelings. deep down you know chris will be telling you to get out in a second, but you want to stay in this moment for just a second.

chris tosses your clothing onto the bed by your head, giving a jerk of his chin to tell you to get dressed. you dont know where he got a pepsi from, but hes cracking it open and taking a sip.

"cmon. gotta get somewhere in a sec, hurry up," you know its not an invitation for you to go as well, even if you wish it was. you arent dating. the words play in your head, trying to remind yourself that this doesn't, and shouldn't, mean anything. you two are just friends, thats all.

you have noticed that chris has been distant lately. hes talking to you less, texting you only for a quick fuck. and you dont have the heart in you to say no, even after your friends tried blocking him on your phone. plus, chris knows how to fuck. he knows how to use his dick, and his mouth, and his fingers.

clipping your bra back on and tugging your panties up your thighs, chris pays no attention to you. unfortunately. it sparks disappointment in you for some reason, and you aren't too sure why since you have no reason to feel the way you do. the sheets rustle as you get up and pull your pants on, seeing chris approach the door.

"gotta go. see you later, kay, baby?"

god, he sounds so sweet. with a grin and a short wave, he's out the door and you're left alone. it makes you feel good to know he trusts you enough that he could leave his own room and not worry about you doing some sneaky shit.

it hurts, in a way. hes gotten distant, only viewing your texts and leaving you on read. you remember when the two of you were best friends, and you weren't caught up in this mess of being 'fuck buddies' yet. chris used to text you and let you rant about your day, tell you what he's up to and tell you he misses your pretty face.

the last text received from him was 'come over?' and a picture of the bulge in his pants. he doesn't talk to you anymore, acting as if you two were never anything in the first place anyways. it's like you were just a quick fuck to him, not anything more, as if you two never used to joke around and have fun.

maybe you were just some quick way for him to cum.

you're glad chris is gone, the reality of the whole situation hitting you full force in the face. chris really doesn't care anymore. he couldn't give a fuck where you were or what you were doing, ignoring every text you send asking him to hang out or watch a movie. he's always horny when he messages you, always asking so sweet for you to come over and help him out. there were no after orgasm kisses, no sweet praises of how well you did.

at first, it's all anger. you want to call him, tell him off for being such a dick. chris saw you as some outlet for frustration, treating you how he would treat you if you were some quick hookup at a party. one and done. except, he keeps pulling you back in and somehow managed to create the illusion that he even cared for you.

slowly, the anger turns into sadness, and you're standing at the doorway out of his chris' room staring at your phone. you should get out. get out of this house, leave him behind, forget this ever happened. because you were just being used for your body, like you were some emotionless sex doll who never even had feelings in the first place.

—

©eph3merall 2025

[maplegyu]

I wanna start off by saying: Kae i love uuu and a million thank you's will never be enough for the way you indulge me!

I always feel so seen in all the requests of mine that you accept and bring to life. This was no exception!

First: THE TITLE BEING HARD CARRY??? HELLO THE LITTLE SPRINKLE OF GOT7!!! its the perfect title and i loved it a little too much!!!

Second, let me yap about our love for math genius/math tutor!Mingyu 🤩 one of my favorite things about Mingyu is that he's such a smart boy!!! I love when fics incorporate this detail about him! I've told Kae about personal headcanons i have for a version of math tutor!gyu and they fully supported me and my delusions so when an opportunity came to have Kae write their own math genius!gyu, i took it! We cheered when i landed on this specific soulmate request HAAHAHAH

I love this particular take on the soulmate connection because it's not a forced proximity type thing! They just have a connection and somehow know each other whether they like it or not.

Being able to choose your soulmate's font subtitles was such a cute touch!!!

There you go, he answers.

I screamed and my knees went weak so quickly. It's insane actu how down bad i am for Mingyu! The way i pictured him saying this LIKE OKAY MR SMARTIE PANTS BUT ON THE INSIDE IM LIKE DAMN YES UR SO ATTRACTIVE KNOWING ALL THAT AND VALIDATING ME TOO

Don’t tempt me with a good time.

I SCREAMED AT THIS TOO WHAT ARE YOU SO SMOOTH AND WITTY FOR

I also live for reader calling him a nerd! Yes that's your nerd!!!

All the paragraphs describing Mingyu's inner turmoil of missing reader asking him for help... my chest it felt things!!!!!!! I also loved the switch in pov rraaaahhhh

But this whole scene was everything to me!!!

It reveals so much about their personalities/character! Reader being a little sassy and fiesty but also at the end of the day can swallow her pride and ask for her soulmate's help.

Mingyu being smug that it did not have to be him to connect with her first. And the admittance to like being needed. Please that's so canon Kim Mingyu my acts of service king!!!

The little detail of the heart sketch? My boy you are in love 💘

Okay so the Somi cameo was crazy??? I recently revealed to Kae that Somi is the love of my life 🙈 (ok i have like 4 or 5 lomls and ults dont come for meee) I DID NOT IN MY WILDEST DREAMS EXPECT HER TO MAKE A CAMEO 😭💖 its details like this that really make me feel seen and loved and know im not just yapping into the void. Kae really listens and remembers little details and thats truly a special love language!!!

You can’t miss somebody you’ve never met. 

BUT YOU CAN MISS SOMEONE YOU KNOW 🥺 not having met Mingyu doesn't mean you haven't gone through things with him! Missing your soulmate in your thoughts is valid 🥰 that's what I imagine Somi would've told reader if reader opened up to Somi like that hahaha

The conclusion was honestly perfect 🥰

Kae somehow conjured up the perfect soulmates meet cute.

It was never up to them when they would meet because what are the odds that they decide for the very first time, they learn and order each others' coffee orders! It's so different it feels like they ordered it for each other 🥰 i imagine a sip from each others' drinks and they switch orders soon after hahahaha

And the way they both heard saw "cute" in their heads?! When we know the connection is something they can turn on and off?! I so believe it's the universe telling them it's time!

Thank you for this addition to our ever growing Mingyu multiverse! Which i lovingly started calling our gyuniverse 🥰 thank you for your writing and your stories you so generously share with us! I feel so lucky to not only know your work but have you as a gyuldaengie-in-law friend too!!! I love you most ardently!!! 💖

hard carry 🧮 mingyu x reader.

your math major soulmate is the only reason you’re surviving college, but how long can you rely on him for help?

★ math major!mingyu x art major!reader.  ★ word count: 2k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: college/university, alternate universe: soulmates (you and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts), romance, fluff, humor. a math term/solution i am not 100% sure about. reader’s thoughts are in pink while mingyu’s are in blue.   ★ footnotes: this is part of my follower milestone event. when are @maplegyu and i not self-indulgent? alas, brainiac!kmg is one of my favorite versions of gyu— so i’m glad to finally have an excuse to play with it. ily, maple! 

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ hard carry by got7. no song without you by honne. in the same place by girls on top. let’s love by suho. lilac by iu. mariposa by peach tree rascals. love equation by vixx. common denominator by justin bieber.

Barnett Newman. Helen Frankenthaler. Mark Rothko. 

All fantastic abstract expressionist painters, known for their vibrant compositions and color-saturated canvases. Some of your peers turned their noses up at the movement, presumably because it always took a little more of a critical eye to understand it. 

You didn’t share the same distaste. Most of the time, you enjoyed the colors, lines, and shapes that all served to be a bigger part of a whole. 

If anything, the math problem in front of you was the most abstract thing you’d ever faced. 

You stare at the test paper, your pencil hovering uselessly above the page. The numbers have all blurred together— a mess of equations and symbols that could rival the work of Jackson Pollock. 

It’s almost comical, how you slot so easily into the stereotype of art-major-who’s-ass-at-math. Some people are an exception to the norm. You are not one of them. 

“Fifteen minutes left,” your hard-pressed professor drawls from the front of the classroom, and you snap out of your woe-is-me reverie.

Question five taunts you. If f(x) = 3x² - 4x + 7, find f'(x) and evaluate f'(2).

Derivatives. Okay. You know this. You should know this. 

Except, right now, your brain is a blank canvas.

You purse your lips. This isn’t going to bode well for you, but you’d held out this long. You’ll be lucky to get a C on this test— to pass by the skin of your teeth— and so you deserve to get at least one question indisputably correct. Right? 

Mingyu. You reach out through the bond, desperate. You there? 

Some have said that once you’ve met your soulmate, once you know how they sound like, it’s their voice that rings in your thoughts. If you haven’t, though, you’re left with something more akin to subtitles. Text flashing in your head in a font of your choosing. 

(Your poison is Courier New. You asked Mingyu once, what his font for you was, but he never really ‘got back’ to you on it.) 

There’s a pause— just long enough for you to feel guilty— before a response flashes in your mind. Aren’t you in the middle of a test? 

You can almost imagine his tone. You anticipate it’d be something sharp and warm all at once, which is just your way of coping with how desperate you feel right now. 

I’m seriously failing in the middle of my test, you respond. Hopefully, he can read how frantic and desperate you are. I just need a little nudge. 

A beat. 

You tack on, Please? 

If Mingyu could sigh, he probably would have by now. He’s a man carrying the weight of your academic shortcomings, after all. There’s just enough exasperation in his ‘tone’ when he shoots back, Fine. What is it? 

Your eyes dart over the problem plaguing you. Once you’ve mentally relayed it to your soulmate, he responds without missing a beat. 

Power rule. If you have something like axⁿ, the derivative is naxⁿ⁻¹. 

You blink. Say that like I’m five. 

So help me, God, Mingyu says, forcing you to tamp down a laugh. Okay. What’s 3x²? 

Uh… 6x? 

Good. And -4x? 

-4? 

And a constant? 

Zero— 

You sit up a little straighter, faltering mid-mental correspondence. So f’(x) is 6x - 4.

Mingyu can’t really sound amused— or proud— but you picture it all the same when he urges you to go on. And f’(2)? 

Your pencil is already scribbling furiously across your test paper. Eight, you triumphantly declare. The answer is eight. 

There you go, he answers. 

For not the first time, you wish you’d already met him. It must be nice to have a smile in your mind, a cadence instead of sentences. But you and Mingyu had agreed that neither of you were in a rush. You were both uni students wanting to explore your individual lives at your own pace before attempting a happily ever after. 

It’s only through your ironclad will that you’ve resisted the urge to look him up, to find out if there was a math major named Mingyu within your area.

This is the last time I’m going to help you cheat, he says as you move on to correct your answers for some of the other questions.

A corner of your mouth twitches upward. That’s what you said last time. 

Yeah, well, I mean it this time. Get a tutor or something, woman. 

Are you presenting yourself? 

Don’t tempt me with a good time. 

Your professor keeps you from responding immediately. “Five minutes,” she calls out. 

Your fingers tighten around your pencil. It wouldn’t be the first or last instance where academic integrity might be compromised because of the whole soulmate bond, but Mingyu is right. You can’t keep summoning him like your personal math genie. 

Fine, you concede. I’ll stop bothering you with my [math] problems. Nerd. 

Mingyu asked for it, so, really— he’s to blame for missing it. 

It’s an odd feeling, this restlessness that comes in the absence of your out-of-the-blue inquiries. The two of you still occasionally reach through the bond to exchange an amicable word or two, maybe recommend a song, but gone are the times you’d come running to him for help. 

He’s sitting in the library, his notebook opened to a half-finished proof. His pencil twirls idly between his fingers as he attempts to focus. Instead, his mind keeps drifting to what was once a daily occurrence. 

Panicked whispers of Mingyu, help. Last-minute pleas for salvation. Complaints about how math is ruining your life, how this would most definitely not be useful in the real world. 

(He would never admit it, but he had always liked when you tangented into the last one. It felt a bit like a betrayal to his field, the endearment he felt whenever you’d flood his mind with paragraph after paragraph cussing out Newton and Leibniz for inventing calculus.) 

With a sharp sigh, he stabs his pencil into the spiral binding of his notebook and leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. His fingers drum against the desk. His leg bounces. He debates reaching out first— just to check, just to make sure you haven’t actually given up on math altogether. But what would he even say?

Hey, fail another test yet? Are you alive, or did calculus finally take you out? I kind of miss you annoying me. Don’t let it go to your head.

No, no, and definitely not. 

He doesn’t even know you like that. You’re soulmates and that’s pretty much it. He’s lucky that you’ve been rather chill about the whole affair, not hurrying to meet him and lock him down like other soulmate horror stories he’s heard. 

He knows bits and pieces. Your major, your love for survival reality shows, your utter distaste for anything beyond multiplication. 

Mingyu mumbles something like “for fuck’s sake” to himself. He tries to refocus, and he manages to make it halfway into his homework when it comes. 

Mingyu. 

When you wanted to tell him something inconsequential, like The new Fantastic Four movie sucked or I’d kill for a slice of pizza right now, you went straight into it. You only ever ‘said’ his name when it was related to numbers. 

Took you long enough, he says, his lips twitching. 

Shut up. I was trying to figure it out on my own this time. 

And? 

Your brief moment of hesitation has Mingyu wondering if he’s too cruel. His mother had always advised him to be nice to his soulmate, to not overwhelm you, and he contemplates throwing in an apology. Before he can, though, you’re back in his head. 

I need you. 

Something in his chest tightens. He tells himself it’s just relief. 

(The truth of the matter is this: Mingyu liked being needed by you. He wasn’t sure yet why, but he did.) 

Yeah, yeah, he responds as he absentmindedly sketches a heart into the corner of his notebook. What’s the problem? 

You’re starting to think that a tutor might not be that bad of an idea. 

While Mingyu is always obliging, the guilt of relying on your connection was beginning to weigh on you. You scoured the university boards until you found a girl named Somi willing to meet with you twice a week, and it was going pretty well. 

Still— is it weird to admit that you kind of miss running to Mingyu? 

You try your darndest to keep those thoughts catalogued. A couple of your friends have talked about accidentally slipping some of their innermost thoughts to their soulmates, and God forbid Mingyu find out that you crave his dry wit. 

You can’t miss somebody you’ve never met. 

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you go to Mingyu less and less, instead filling in the gaps of your conversation with menial, everyday things. 

What coffee do you usually drink?, you ask him one afternoon. 

You’re in the world’s slowest-moving line, at the cafe you and Somi frequented for your tutoring sessions. Your phone is dead, you’ve analyzed the art on the walls at least seven different ways, and there’s no one around for you to talk to. Might as well abuse the soulmate connection. 

His response comes in by the time you’re nearly at the front of the line. Iced Americano, he responds. Why? 

No reason. 

“Next.” 

You offer a sympathetic smile to the dead-eyed barista at the counter. “Once large iced Americano, please,” you say. 

You go to stand off to the side. As you’re waiting for your order, Mingyu asks a question of his own. 

What about you? 

What about me? 

What’s your go-to order? 

You contemplate it for a moment. Salted caramel cream cold brew. 

The barista hands you your drink. A corner of your lip twitches upward as you accept it, Mingyu’s response coming in at the same time. 

That sounds obscene, he taunts. A toothache in the making. 

Hey. You’re mentally britsling, readying to defend your coffee of choice. I’ll have you know— 

“Oomf!” 

This was sometimes the problem about getting lost in your thoughts. You tend to get dragged out of the real world, stuck in your conversation. You exchange a quick apology with the person you bumped into, the tips of your ears flaming red. 

With your drink in hand, you make a beeline for the table that you and Somi always sit at. You’re distracted enough to forget that you were mid-‘conversation’ with Mingyu, and so you barely register that your usually punctual tutor has yet to arrive— or that someone else is coming up to your table once you’ve settled in. 

Later, you will get a text from Somi telling you something came up, but not to fret; she called in a friend to help. Someone who was more than willing to pick up Somi’s slack after joking that he’d already been doing it for the soon-to-be-love-of-his-life. 

Your gaze flicks up to the boy standing in front of you. 

‘Cute.’ ‘Cute.’ 

It’s a two-way record scratch. 

The stranger hovering by your table seems to freeze, too, and the pieces fall together in your head like a puzzle— no. It’s like when you squint at an abstract painting and the whole thing comes together.

You had said sorry earlier, hadn’t you? To the person you bumped into. He had apologized as well. 

Now, there was a voice to the words in your head. A face to the soulmate you’d been missing.

“Hey,” your soulmate says, he says out loud. 

He plops down into the seat across from you, trying and failing to fight off the biggest smile on his face. There’s no need to exchange introductions. He says your name, and it’s so much better than anything you could have ever imagined. 

When Mingyu sets down his drink, you actually laugh. 

It’s a salted caramel cream cold brew. 

[genderqueerdykes]

Sometimes it's really draining to try and engage in queer discussions as a man because it feels like I'm always a man first and a queer person second.

That it doesn't matter that I'm literally 4 different letters of the acronym and that I've lived those identities, experienced those identities for most of my adult life- I'm a man and I'm read as a man, so therefore I can't possibly understand.

And even if I get someone to listen it feels like I have to water myself down, make sure my voice is soft enough and my opinions just vague enough to never actually challenge something some other, more viable, queer person has said.

It just hurts, sometimes. And it's made me stop engaging with the community by a lot which I hate because I love us and I want to be a part of this. But not if I have to present as only half of what I am.

thats exactly how it feels and you should say it

i dont understand why its so hard for people to understand that alienating all men has a horrible affect on so many people and that its not okay to use manhood as an excuse to strip away someone's queerness. it's gross how common this is. it really does happen way more than we currently realize

you deserve to be able to be able to talk, to be seen, and to be heard. there's no reason why people should have to be made to feel like this among other queer people. i dont know why people think this is helping somehow. it's not. take care of yourself, thanks for sharing your story

[love-byers]

(same anon that previously sent an ask about the monologue, because writing all this just got me thinking)

Another thing to take note of is that Mike only talks in the past/present tense, but never in the future tense. He says "I've loved you every day since" but never "and I'm going to love you every day for the rest of my life". He's clinging to the past, he's refusing change. There's a line after where he says "And I’m not ready to lose you -- you hear me??". It's just so clear to me. Once he's ready, he can finally grow and allow new and better things to come into his life, and truly come of age. That's the kind of ending I believe is right for the show and those characters in a more general sense anyway.

OMG IVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE PAST/PRESENT TENSE STUFF THATS SO TRUE

i've always thought that it seemed like both mike and el were clinging to the past. it starts in the s3 epilogue when el says i love you too. its supposed to be taking the next big step in their relationship, maturing and changing. but mike realizes he doesn't want that, he doesn't want things to change. he doesn't want to get more serious with el. he yearns for the past when he was closer with will and didn't have the pressure of growing up and committing to el. and of course the idea of that scares him bc it makes him question the nature of he and will's relationship.

"And I guess...if I'm being really honest...I don't want things to change. So I think maybe that's why I came in here. To try to maybe...stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were."

i've analyzed the living hell out of this in a byler way, because it is undoubtedly coded towards byler, but i think there is a bit of mileven here too based on what happens in s4. here's some quotes/moments that made me think mike and el were clinging to the past because they know they have no foundation of a future.

"Bitchin' right?" "Yeah, yeah, bitchin'. Do you come here a lot?" mike is so dismissive of her here it's kind of funny

then there's mike bringing her eggos before their fight. he's trying to make peace with a staple from their past, but it doesn't work, because that's not what makes a relationship strong.

"You can't let those mouth breathers ruin you, ruin us." again a reference to a joke/phrase from their past. something they share, or should share. mike feels like saying that will draw them back together. but it fails

"They're nobodies. And you're a superhero." "Not anymore." i feel like this one speaks for itself lol

and the fact that the song playing over their fight is called "Eulogy", a track that plays during scenes referencing dead characters (barb, bob, el (before mike knew she was alive), billy) and metaphorical deaths, like el moving into the cabin with hopper. "This is your new home." it's representing the death of el's old life in the lab, and finding new beginnings. their fight was the death of their relationship, and even mike knows it. a fight you can't come back from.

[hanaybuns]

Misconception about Karamatsu

ok so i plan to make a more in depth analysis about karamatsu's relationship with his brothers individually and as a group, but first i have to get something out of the way

i think what some people need to understand about karamatsu is that, yes, he's a kind person for being able to tolerate all the crap his brothers put him through, but thats also sometimes just how siblings are.

like, if you're an only child or have a really friendly relationship with your sibling, you might not understand. but as someone who has a very totty-esque younger sibling, i totally understand why karamatsu is able to let it slide.

(way...way too many examples to count...)

because when my younger sibling insults me or steals my food or uses my haircare or ruins my stuff, for the most part, i don't care. or i guess i can't care. why? because that's just how they are. that's just how it is! if i made a fit every single time something like that happened, i would go half crazy (just look at choromatsu)

i cannot stress to you guys enough that the whole experience of being an older sibling is literally just putting up with various bs that your younger siblings do. you have to let it slide because you're older and supposedly more mature. like, i'm not a saint, i just let it slide because i don't have a choice! that's just how my younger sibling is, and there's honestly really nothing i can do about that.

honestly, if anything, rather than kind i think it displays that karamatsu is mature and takes his position as second oldest seriously. i'm petty, so honestly i'll still argue and insult them back when they piss me off. but karamatsu? kara's as cool as a cucumber. just lets out a mmmm~~? and calls it a day

i'll go more in depth about this on a later day, but this is also why kara is harsher on osomatsu when he's being awful. it's because kara takes his role as an older brother seriously and has higher standards for osomatsu because that's his only older brother.

so yeah this isn't exactly an analytical post, but i feel like i always see people citing the fact that karamatsu puts up with todo and ichi's awfulness towards him as evidence that he's this kind, saint-like angel. but i feel like that's a mischaracterization that stems from a lack of understanding about sibling relationships.

while i do think kara is kind, this more so feels like a heightened sense of responsibility as an older sibling than anything. he's kind of just used to being the bigger person and doesn't care that much anymore (i still think he may care a little, but he's too exclusivematsu to express it). and even then, i don't think he's always consciously trying to be mature about it, sometimes he just feels like it'll be not worth the trouble to complain (pizza skit).

i still think it's a good trait in and of itself, because it's honestly soooo hard to let things slide at times for me, but ultimately...it's kind of just part of being an older sibling.

[phightingheadcanons]

Shuriken blast bc I'm finally working on my Shuri-centric fic again after forgetting about it for a month

Ik Soda said Shuriken's vigilante name would be smth edgy, and I don't recall if she specified any particular name, but I like to think his vigilante name is "Malachite" based off his scarf patterning!

Shuriken can sort of.. breathe out this weird smoke/gas, green in colour, which is why he's still associated with green even when not in his vigilante outfit. The gas/smoke is how he creates his illusions/clones! Inspired by that one art piece of redesigned Shuri that Soda did

Shuriken is normally really good at taking jokes, but just can't stand jokes about his family getting hurt, even from them directly. Hearing jokes like that often elicits one of two responses: suddenly being extremely cagey and avoidant, or getting mad. He's not the best at articulating why he reacts like this nor what causes it, so normally he ends up storming off before he gets too mad about it

Shuriken still acts all ninja-like outside of vigilante stuff, because who could ever guess the guy obsessed with being a ninja actually does ninja stuff? He's hiding in plain sight, and it works horribly well

Listens to pop as canon, but also hyperpop and musicals. I think he'd love glass animals too

Shrimp postures frequently bc he has a laptop but barely uses the desk he has for it. Just sorta puts the laptop in his lap then shrimps over it

Cannot sleep in silence. Normally puts on music or videos to sleep. Not that he gets sleep regardless but yknow

Shuriken either has a genius sense of fashion or the most atrocious outfits you've ever seen. It depends on how he's feeling when he actually puts together his outfit for the day

Has a scooter for travel when he can't grapple hook his way around. You could not pay this guy to go on a long walk (you could he needs the money but he'd complain every 2 seconds about leg pain)

Can't be trusted to do the dishes because he always slacks due to Despising the textures of it. Always forgets laundry also. He's typically sent on grocery shopping duty bc of this. Professional haggler

Messy but understandable handwriting. Unless he's writing quickly. Then not even he can understand it half the time

Normally talkative, but kinda.. goes really quiet when he's unsure of a situation or around those he doesn't know. If he's with at least 1 person he's comfortable being around it's a certified holy yap

Generally not considered as creative as Vine because he never actually shows the stuff he makes. He put his entire vigilante outfit together though, and occasionally writes short stories. Most of the time he writes to vent out bad emotions, but the amt he writes has dwindled a lot. He just doesn't have the time anymore

Generally likes physical contact and is often pretty touchy with his friends and family. Constantly slinging his arms over their shoulders, falling onto them, clinging to them ect. If he doesn't trust you however he's pulling cat physics to get away from physical contact

Okay thats all I'm just thinking a lot abt him

~ redshift anon

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[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

Spectre x Tera (The Night at the Hotel)

Smut. But you knew that. Here be the warning. Ye have been warned. @cursed-spectre

“You'll like it, we both will~” Tera whispered, looking down at her shape-shifting girlfriend, now in a dissasembly drone form rather then her more human one.

She hadn't asked her to change for any aesthetic reason, Tera would think Spectre was beautiful regardless of the form she took; no, she'd asked for a very specific reason.

Tera drank in the form of her girlfriend, feeling her tail twitch with anticipation. Then, she leant down and pressed a deep, lengthy kiss on her core. Letting Spectre's hand fall back to press against Tera's own.

Spectre gasped at the contact, hands gripping into her fiancé’s hair as she kissed every exposed inch, fangs lightly scraping against the casing, her tongue following to seal the miniscule amount of damage.

For the simple reason that she knew how to make a drone unravel.

The small claws on the tips of her fingers dragged over the rubber, memorizing every unique rivet and bump, even when she knew the next time they would be slightly different, but that didn't deter her, if anything it just meant she got to do it all over again.

Spectre let out a soft moan, closing her eyes and letting the sensation wash over her, a ball of nerves already tightening in her chest.

She thumbed into Tera's core, the drone above her purring in approval, paired with soft growls and groans of pleasure. Her tail arcs up as the sensation rolls down her spine.

Tera trailed kisses up to her collarbone, hands dipping under to crop top to shuck it off so her hands could travel unimpeded over her chest, claws scratching up the surface to activate every (Though in this case fake) sensor she came acros.

When Spectre's tail wraps around her own and rubs down the braided cord she moans, and she returns the favor, the head of her tail clamping onto the vial.

“Ah Fuck~” Spectre wheezes out, the intensity of the feeling surprising. “S-so t-thats what that feels like~ mnn~”

Tera laughs; chuckling. “Mmhmm~”

She can't keep the laugh up when Spectre latches teeth onto her shoulder though, laughter transitioning into a yowl of pleasure.

“Ahn!~ Shit… fuck~” A plethora of curses tumble from her mouth as the smallest bit of oil drools from the wound. Spectre pulls off, slightly concerned but her eyes hollow when Tera forcefully makes her latch on again.

“Don't you fucking dare~” She grunts, eyelights starting to roll into the back of her head when her teeth sink in again.

Spectre throws her head back when Tera leans back down and bites and licks into the sensitive plating over her core, claws scratching up Tera's back and over her wing scars, which produces long and delighted vibrations directly into her core from Tera's mouth.

Spectre sinks the tips of her claws into Tera's wing scars, which makes the drones back arch and yelp. “Spectre! Hah! Ngh…” Her port opens like it's spring loaded, steam wafting from it.

Spectre laughs. “Aww… guess that's it Kit- mmph-!” She's cut off by a desperate kiss, Tera throwing off the miniskirt and beginning to softly grind their hips together. “Nuh-uh~” She parts just long enough to say before all the attention turns to Spectre.

Just because drones don't have the same equipment, it doesn't mean they aren't sensitive there. Humans did design them after all…

“Tera- hah, hu‐ mmmn!”

Pleasure eddied up her spine, Tera unrelenting on the licking and kissing of her core, to the point the living shadow began to squirm under her, panting and trying to regain her breath.

Tera lightly pulls on her tail, taking a finger and her thumb and lightly rubbing on the sensitive cannister on the end of her tail, claws dug into Tera's back hard enough to draw oil, but her pleased grunt showed she liked it.

Spectre's form starts to melt, dissolving a bit at the edges as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. “Te-era, w-wai-ah!”

Wait she did not, the pressure on her tail, still on her core, and between the sensitive plating on her tail was working up something entirely new in her core, her visor glitched as she grinded thier hips hard and mindlessly, chasing whatever it was like a desperate animal.

She squeezed the vial perfectly, not too rough to cause oversensitivity and just enough to push Spectre over the edge. “AH!~”

Acid burst out of the end of her tail, splattering on the floor, a long moan followed, and the port on Spectre's chest opened, even though where it led was nowhere.

Her form melted more, Thankfully hearing her partner come undone made whatever was building up in Tera's core snap suddenly. “Fu-zzzzht!”

Her wings shot out and arched up, trembling as they spread out above her, the muscles tensing tight as she hit her limit.

Her visor filled with her own code, strings describing thoughts, bits of trait data, and bits of junk data racing down her visor like she was being hacked in one of those cheesy hacker movies until it was replaced with [PACKET STORM! REBOOT!]

Her visor blinks off and she shuts off, falling limp to Spectre's side…

[harleysawyershusband]

🍎 🍉 🍏 🫚 🌽

bats my eyes at you innocently im totally not collecting data /silly

HAHA. Hello bestie !!! You did not specifiy so I'll answer for my main two ( yeah, suffer /silly )

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

☆ Harley Sawyer: Oh my moons, he would kill for some Whiskey. Any. But the factory only has water, coffee and... applejuice. And he knows better than to drink heavy before work. He does enjoy a black coffee with no sugar. Sometimes for flavor, he likes a bit of lavender, just for its strange smell and kick it gives.

☆ William Afton: His favorite alcoholic drink is a Margarita actually! Not that he hates wine persay.. he actually knows how to make it himself. But if he had to pick a non alcoholic beverage.. it would be strawberry milk. He wouldn't admit that though, he would probably say coffee ( and then spit it out ).

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

☆ Harley Sawyer: Nope. Not religious, at least not until the Prototype existed and he got roped into that mess... Before the Prototype, he found religion and spirituality childish and illogical, if a God or gods did exist it would be obvious, he thought. But post Prototype.. while he absolutely despises him, he somehow found himself as his Priest in a sense. He doesn't know how to feel about this.

☆ William Afton: Its complicated. He was raised Christian and doesn't really follow the beliefs anymore, he absolutely hates it. But he isn't really sure what he believes. He is very aware of the spirits, even prior to getting Springtrapped. If there are spirits does than mean there is a hell? A heaven? He doesn't really care. Or he thinks he doesn't anyway.

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

☆ Harley Sawyer: He always knew he was trans, he didn't know he was gay though until older. For canon he strictly uses he / him pronouns, no it/its. But for my AU he does use He / Xey. He does use xenogenders. I will put those in his tag

☆ William Afton: He hides his queer side.. a lot. Due to internalized homophobia and transphobia. But ! He is Bigender, and Bisexual Aromantic. He uses He / She / It + Bun/ Star / Vibe when feeling okay to express himself.

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

☆ Harley sawyer: Ironically, hates meat. Fucking haaaates it with a passion. Not that he's happy about being vegan, but he hates the texture so bad. If he absolutely has to, he likes turkey, and thats it.

☆ William Afton: Not really sure yet, other than i know he has ARFID like i do. So it just depends. Probably anything outside of his comfort food ( hint: it isn't pizza.. its Pasta !!! )..

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

☆ Harley Sawyer: Favorite Animal.. whatever Yarnaby is /hj. Thats the closest thing he "loves" that is an animal. Though i suppose he is fascinated by Tarantulas. Afraid of, probably wouldn't admit to that.

☆ William Afton: besides Bunnies / Hares, he actually really loves Vultures !!!!! His favorite is Andean Condors !!! He is afraid of dogs ( wouldn't hurt them ever, but he was bit by one ).

[marzipanilla]

lol I was gunna ask if you'd seen the new eps yet. The answer is apparently yes

If you think how Mark and Eve get together in the show is bad !! Wait until you hear about how in the comic she dated William first (he doesn't come out as gay until later) and straight up tells Mark that she did it to be close to him. The stupid future her speech does get brought up between them and she is upset about it but like... I don't remember her having such meta commentary about the future her not being her and how weird it all was. Like. If you writers were aware how stupid it was WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE IT IN. it gives nothing. truly. nothing to the narrative. Instead of inventing stupid shit to put in, why not just naturally let the two of them bond over their fucked up family situations? Eve could be all hey, I was made as a government weapon, and Mark could be all my dad wanted to use me as one !! and they could party. But no. A sad middle aged woman cries at you after an insanely traumatizing moment in your life so now you gotta date her proxy.

To keep adding on to the lack of platonic relationships... fucking Samson once again desperate to call them all family when he's still barely spoken to any of them. Did something happen to you man ??? you an orphan??? you having flashbacks to the OG GoG getting rid of you??? why are you so determined to use that word ?? did someone just say it once to you and you thought it sounded cool ??

Also Imma laugh my ass off if they force me to watch Immortal and Kate get married and that girl still doesn't get another outfit. fr I think she has had the same wardrobe for all eps now.

What if the team had actual team dynamics : \ what if they gave us that. instead of one liners. what if there was an indication these ppl actually liked working together. what if there was an indication of who didnt like working together! what if they... had to... communicate with each other !! tbh, I was amused by this sort of happening in the recent ep batch, but then I remembered it was so intermittent in the narrative that it feels jarring when it does happen. pls I need more than two scenes a season if you are going to keep telling me these characters are important as a group.

Art having immunity bc he knows everybody. lol don't try and shake down the tailor, its mutually assured destruction AND you'll have heroes and villains on your ass who just dont want to have to find a new guy. Is having a Rosenbaum costume like having a Gucci bag?? is he considered lower end to others?? does he try and keep a very strict schedule to keep things separate or do nemesis run into each other sometimes at his place picking up stuff?? How did he become friends w Nolan ?? the man tipped him w books ! books he never read ! did he just find Nolan's alieness charming? did Debbie make them hang out? did he just figure a guy who came here from another planet might be lonely so offered to hang?? is he so used to seeing villains that Nolan's offness just didn't bother him? like he didn't even realize he was picking up unsettling vibes ?? also it seemed like he didnt get the Omni-Man suit until around when Mark was born, so what was he tailoring for him then? copies of his Viltrumite kit?

Its funny how little time Mark actually spends around other heroes. On one hand it would make sense that a fair number would want to avoid him, but thats really only reflected in Immortal. Literally nobody else seems to give a fuck. He really is the special nepo baby of the GDA. Monopolizing all that Cecil time.

Yeah normal until not only works if the ppl involved were normal at some point, and space alien hiding the fact he's here to do a lot of murder, and woman who is apparently fine w marrying a god creature ARE NOT NORMAL. How did they produce such an average child. Why is the scope and depth of this universe only relative to Mark's existence. whyyy. it squishes so many compelling things down into nonsense.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[britneyshakespeare]

Being then in a pleasant frame of mind (from which I infer that poisoning is not always disagreeable in some stages of the process), I resolved to go to the play. It was Covent Garden Theatre that I chose; and there, from the back of a centre box, I saw Julius Caesar and the new Pantomime. To have all those noble Romans alive before me, and walking in and out for my entertainment, instead of being the stern taskmasters they had been at school, was a most novel and delightful effect. But the mingled reality and mystery of the whole show, the influence upon me of the poetry, the lights, the music, the company, the smooth stupendous changes of glittering and brilliant scenery, were so dazzling, and opened up such illimitable regions of delight, that when I came out into the rainy street, at twelve o'clock at night, I felt as if I had come from the clouds, where I had been leading a romantic life for ages, to a bawling, splashing, link-lighted, umbrella-struggling, hackney-coach-jostling, patten-clinking, muddy, miserable world.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, "Chapter 19: I Look About Me, and Make a Discovery"

[dreamyblanket]

Yearning from the nothing dimension [rambling in tags ^^]

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

A doodle of a couple misc hcs I have about Gman's anatomy

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

[solarpunkani]

"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"

OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.

"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"

OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it

"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"

OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.

"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"

I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.

I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.

Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.

So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.