#we gotta go back to the 90s I’m sick of this shit

[rigginsstreet]

Haunted by the anon I got a few years ago asking if I thought one day Hollywood would just make totally cgi movies instead of filming on location and I was like “haha no that’s silly people still like authenticity”

Cut to now and that Twitter thread Justine Bateman posted about how actors images are being signed away in contracts if they’re not careful and how peoples voices are being artificially generated and they really just wanna make everything fake and phony so the big heads don’t have to pay people like we are in hell world!!!

[milkshaketg]

skewbald belgian named Inksplash. palomino cream or smth.

Florence and Tuscany go the realm. feline hall. human was a bitch who “I turned out fine so they should, too.” maybe I make her too sick to be able to tell anything. black cat companion with purple eyes who can see your death.

someone who comes face to face with their killer who through time loop shenanagins it isn’t in the past it’s the current except they’re alive even though they did kill them and the killer is just like nonchalant or at least appears unbothered

like others are in a time loop and she comes back and is like what

another character just disappears and it isn’t mentioned at all until dead girl returns and is like where are they and everyone else is like who

maybe they come back somehow except not alive

au self inset w Joot in JoJo where I’m a lesbian and therefore an outcast and he and I find solidarity in that and whatnot. I yell at him for how he treats his mom.

Dollarpaw as in sand dollar

SSO Vid Ideas:

dive into SSOblr

Autumn “TroyTheBoy” after their fursona Troy

Featherbelle🥦

Nicodemus(Nico)

Griffin

Wolfgang

fear look in her eyes as the sword is about to come down on her, but is saved by someone else last minute. she doesn’t question it. she just runs. she has no idea what happened to that person.

Angela on a throne looking kinda shocked and surprised and anxious and Akuma is at her feet, all seductive n draped over her n shit and just staring at the viewer sure of herself. not smug, though. just confident.

pink haired self insert for FE3H to draw a Ashe, Catherine, fuckin uhh other pretty lady, maybe Sylvain? Felix? anyone tbh. Claude, too. ladies as well ofc.

-traumatized lady, cannot be on the battlefield or she shuts down. mayb a new crest, a special one. bc she’s special :>

-self regenerating from a big battle who lost everyone and everyone was starving then offered herself up to eat and they found out she couldn’t die by mutilation alone, eventually was captured and used as a human shield and then ofc this fucks her up real bad so they erase a ton of memories so now she’s just ditzy lady being studied except gently at the monastery. ig she can’t really work out bc regeneration.

Flayn x Dedue

someone with a pet named Cream Cheese

self insert where I’m broken and Dirk fixes me I’m a cyborg except he’s got complete control now and I become a husk just used by him to accomplish his misguided deeds. robot turns to flesh eventually even the tail n shit.

oh wait fuck he’s gay.

we don’t gotta fuck it can be platonic extremely fantastically toxic codependency

I am a pet.

this again, except I am a lesbian who forms an unhealthy codependent relationship with Sylvain. he’s chasing my friend who I have a massive crush on, so I approach him. he ofc thinks I’m going for him/his crest but is visibly taken aback when I admit I’m in love with my friend and I need him to back off. we chat a bit and become acquainted or whatevs. he does. then after the five years comes back and she’s dead, I’m heartbroken obviously. emphasis on bad disassociation too. and boom, codependence. then he’s basically backed into a corner and forced to marry so he chooses me bc he knows I’m not tryna use him for his crest. I’m literally 90% into girls thank u.

fire emblem + blorbos + desired self inserts

Canary method(if you’re gonna act like a clown I’m gonna treat you like one)

did I fuck up my circadian rhythm in middle school? because this is not a case of bad habits.

no food :(

issues at work bc girl I don’t have peripheral hearing. god I feel so fucking disabled.

Ottalie

Muse

Rush retains the same mass no matter her form, in addition to being albino.

(hey, are you alright?)(pans to me full strawberry outfit + strawberry makeup + accessories)(yeah, why?)

goth in beanie: are you okay?

strawberry: yeah, why?(HEAVY pink blush w white freckles + lashes and whatnot)(holding my stuffies)

goth in beanie: alright,,,

caption: inside you there are two wolves

me, blank expression: listening to a cat get graphically and brutally murdered and remembering how violent my favorite books as a kid were

Skyclan’s Destiny or whatever is literally just skyclan getting slowly slaughtered one by one

dark eyes of ebon

Rose looked up at Silva. She honestly looked kind of pathetic, one of her lashes hanging haphazardly and her lipstick was smudged. She had seen better days, certainly.

She looked from Silva’s hand, to her face, then back to her hand, not even seeming to register her face wasn’t all that visible. Without much hesitation she took her hand. She had no reason to even consider refusing the help. This was a safe town, no one knew who or where she was so no one would be coming for her. If she had articulated these thoughts they would have sent a pang of pain through her, but as luck would have it her brain stayed full of fluff for now.

“Thank you, appreciate it.” She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, flashing a smile at the girl. “Now… do you happen to know where we are? Of course you do, you must if you’re out here. Could you show me to” she looked down at her unsightly appearance. She didn’t even want to know what her face looked like. “I guess going out isn’t an option, now is it? You know the direction to Fen’s stable? If you could be a gem and take me there.”

Mon: 10-3

Tue: off

Wed: 10-2

Thurs: 5-9

Fri: off

Sat: 3-7

Sun: 10-3

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stealthnest127

[floralseokjin]

The green eyed monster 

⇢ memoirs of a mistake timeline

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin x reader // smut //  2,232 words  

warnings; party/bathroom sex, protected sex, some type of mirror sex, fingering

You pushed the bathroom door open a few inches, impatiently searching for Seokjin in the crowd of bodies that littered the hallway while simultaneously trying to keep undetected. What the fuck were you doing right now? You’d told Seokjin there was no way you’d fuck at a filthy college party ever again, and yet, you were the one initiating it tonight... It was absolutely mortifying, but you just couldn’t think about it. Especially when you saw him emerging through a small group congregated by the stairs, all massive shoulders and handsome face. Damn him. Damn him straight to hell. 

He smirked as he saw your head peeking out the door, steps quickening and you jumped back inside. No one could see this. You didn’t want anyone to know you were having sex with Kim Seokjin. Not even Lina. (Although thankfully she hadn’t joined you tonight.) 

He pushed the door open, casually strolling inside. “Can’t resist me, I see.” He couldn’t help himself, smug look all over his face. 

You scowled. “Lock the door. Now.” Without any objections he listened, turning his back to bolt it closed. “Do you want someone to see us?” You were very aware of your tone, you just couldn’t help it. You were annoyed. At yourself. At this party. At Seokjin... 

“You’re the one demanding me to meet you in a bathroom.” He pointed out, immediately homing in on you. Hands at your hips he backed you up against the sink. He was either really dense or didn’t mind your attitude. You didn’t know which one was worse. 

Ignoring the obvious eyes he was throwing your way, you folded your arms across your chest, nose in the air, refusing to meet his gaze. (If you did, he’d have you bent over in no time, and the thought pissed you off.) “You didn’t tell me you were going to be here tonight.” 

Yumi had dragged you out, like she usually did these days, desperate to see more of the guy she’d recently started dating. It was cute really, but you were getting sick of the lack of sleep. You’d spotted Seokjin almost instantly, laughing and joking around with a bunch of his friends. He’s looked in your direction, given you a tiny smile and that was it. Not that he could do much else. He knew this was a secret between you two. But still... 

“You didn’t tell me,” he countered, finally sensing something was wrong. Maybe– “Are we doing this thing or not? Because I was having fun down there...” 

“Oh, I know you were,” you shot, eyes wide. 

Ding ding! He caught the implication laced in your tone immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you dancing.” 

There was a brief pause and then he burst out into laughter. “I see. You’re jealous.” He gleed, leaning in, his face millimetres from yours. His breath reeked of beer, but somehow that didn’t bother you. “Green eyed monster.” 

You pushed his chest. “I’m not jealous.” 

“Are too.” 

“Am not.” 

So what if you’d seen him dancing with a bunch of different girls throughout the night? You weren’t annoyed because you were jealous, you were annoyed because you and he had a deal. No sleeping with anyone else. You’d been sticking to it. Was he? 

Seokjin smiled, now lacing his arms around your waist as he tilted his head. “I gotta say, I’m touched. Didn’t think you cared about me that much.” 

“I don’t...” You said slowly, unamused. “We have a deal, remember?” 

He rolled his eyes. “I was dancing with a few girls not fucking them.” 

“They want you to fuck them though.” The thought made you a little angry. It wasn’t jealousy though. 

“But I don’t want to fuck them.” He replied, his eyes running down your chest, stopping at the cleavage of your dress. “I want to fuck you... All day, every day.” Giving you a squeeze, he pressed his crotch to yours. “Feel that.” You most definitely could feel it. The bump of his erection. “That’s what you do to me... Got me all hard from just a text. Even with all your griping.” 

You ignored that last bit, too busy softening at his words. The fact he’d gotten hard from the sheer prospect of having sex with you did wonders for your ego. Seokjin ran a hand down your ass, giving one cheek a squeeze, voice soft. He was trying to coax you. You weren’t dumb, but you let him think you were. “You know if I was allowed I’d be dancing with you, right? I really want to dance with you.” He pressed into you, circling his hips, erection growing stiffer. “Grind all over you...” 

You looked up at him, trying your best to keep your expression neutral. “Just fuck me.” 

He had the skirt of your dress up above your hips in no time, his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. “No.” You shook him off. “Just fuck me.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “No prep?” 

You shook your head, letting him pull your underwear down around your knees. He brought two of his fingers towards your entrance, checking if you were wet. “Are you sure? You’re not even wet. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t,” you told him. “I’m getting wet. Just get a condom. You have one, right?” 

He was too busy unzipping his jeans, pulling his dick out of his boxers. This is why you didn’t like having sex at parties. It always felt so... cold. Maybe you’d grown too comfortable having sex at his place. You liked him better naked. 

“Jin. Condom?” You were getting impatient. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting it,” he complained, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. “And before you ask, this is my emergency one. Just in case you jump me around campus or something.” 

You pulled a face. There was way more chance of him jumping you. He initiated sex 90% of the time. Tonight? It was one off. He went to rip the packet open but glanced at you. Outstretching his hand, he grinned. “Put it on for me?” 

“Fine.” You snatched it. He was wasting time. You’d already been in here for ten minutes. The door was bound to get bashed in at some point. 

Ripping it open with your teeth (a dumb thing to do, by the way), you pulled the condom out, pinching the tip to slip it over Seokjin’s cock. He pulsed beneath your hand as you made sure it was secure, looking up to find him staring straight at you, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Turn around.” 

You listened, letting him spin you around by the hips, underwear falling to the floor as you spread your legs a little, letting him have access. He rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance, finding you were now wet. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t point it out surprisingly. 

He pushed in slowly, letting you take him inch by inch. It wasn’t painful, but it was a squeeze. When he started fucking you, he wasn’t fully in but he didn’t seem to mind, bunching your dress up further so he could watch your ass better as it bounced with each thrust. He sucked in some air. “God, you really have the most amazing ass.” 

Looking up, he met your eyes in the sink mirror. Uh oh. Busted. He was instantly grinning. “Enjoying the view?” You’d been watching him the entire time, he just hadn’t noticed up until now, too distracted by your ass. You couldn’t help but moan, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You’d never had sex in a bathroom before. This was new territory but actually, it was pretty exciting. 

“There we go,” Seokjin encouraged, sliding in deeper, all the way, as you got more comfortable. “Start soaking my cock.” 

“Ngh. Jin!” His words got to you, walls squeezing around him. 

He carried on, hands pawing at your ass. “I thought fucking at parties was beneath you?” His tone was goading, as if he was trying to get a bite. “I get it. You want to prove a point.” His thrusts got harder, you held onto the edge of the sink tightly, staring at your own reflection. This was fast becoming one of the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. 

“Shame those girls don’t know about you. Seems like you’d love to rub it in their faces.” 

“That’s... Th-that’s not it at all,” you insisted, voice weak. Fucking Seokjin wasn’t something to be proud of. 

“You want them to know I’m off limits,” he carried on between grunts. He was making you feel so good right now you couldn’t even think to tell him how wrong he was. Not with all these distractions. “You know I only want to fuck you.” 

You melted. Pushing back into him like something desperate. He cupped your ass with one hand, the other holding you tight by the hip. “Fuck. You make me feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking warm and soft. So fucking wet now. I make you wet, don’t I, babe?” 

You both moaned then, making eye contact in the mirror. Seokjin’s cheeks were flushed red, something you’d gotten very used to these past few weeks. You found it oddly endearing.

“You’re getting off on this.” He noted. “Watching me fuck you.” 

“O-of course,” you choked out, biting down on your bottom lip when he started fucking you harder. “Seokjinn–!” 

His hips stuttered, watching you go crazy for him. “Shit. We need to be quick, right?” He got no reply. “I’m gonna cum.” 

If you weren’t so distracted right now you would’ve laughed. He didn’t need to make excuses for himself. Cute. He was close because he was so turned on. Nothing more, nothing less. 

A few moments later his body stiffened, dick rammed inside you as he released into the condom. “Fuck,” he sighed, when it was all said and done, slipping out of you to remove the latex and trash it. (He did have the courtesy to hide it in toilet paper beforehand though.) 

Turning around to face him, he smiled at you, looking a little gooey around the edges. “You look so pretty tonight,” he murmured, your eyes immediately dropping to his mouth. Nope. 

“Wanted to get my hands on you as soon as I saw you.” He leaned in to nuzzle your neck, hands grazing your bare ass. At least this position was safer. 

“You didn’t even say hi.” You almost pouted. It sounded so unlike you. 

He lifted away, looking surprised. At the same time one of his hands travelled forwards, thumb at your clit. “Am I allowed to say hi?” 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, pushing your hips into him. 

“You need to make these rules clearer.” His voice was barely there, distracted as he pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned, your face falling into his chest. It was safer this way. No temptation. 

He pushed a third finger in gently. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “N-no.” 

Going a little faster, you clutched at his t-shirt, thighs beginning to tremble already. Chasing your desperate release you started circling into his thumb, needing the added stimulus to get you off. 

“God. This pussy really can’t get enough,” he muttered, voice strained as he concentrated, snapping his wrist like no tomorrow. 

“Seokjin, I-I...” You couldn’t get your words out, breathing heavily, pleasure intense. 

“Cum, baby.” He purred, the little hairs on the back of your neck shooting up. “Let go and just cum all over my fingers.” 

And you did. With a muffled cry up against his t-shirt, pulsing uncontrollably down below, your back sweaty. 

“You okay?” He asked once he’d pulled out. 

You nodded, lifting your head away. “Yep.” Your voice was a little shaky, which was normal now.

You both soon busied yourself with looking presentable again, moment over. Checking your reflection in the mirror one last time you, you asked him a question curiously. “Did you really mean what you said?” He looked clueless. “About wanting to dance with me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged. 

“Then do it.” 

“Here?” He seemed confused. 

“Yeah. I guess if you just came up behind me and started going for it, I’d probably find it funny and let you continue.” 

Pulling a face, he stepped closer. “Huh? Like some kind of pervert?” 

“No, idiot,” you scoffed. “Just try it out and see what happens.” 

“Okay.” He looked happy. 

“Okay.” You smiled, feeling happy too. “Now leave,” you prompted with a tap to his shoulder. “I’ll follow you out in five minutes.” 

“See you down there.” He walked past you, hand brushing across your waist affectionately. “By the way.” He stopped, turning back to tell you something. “I caught like three different guys trying to hit on you tonight.” 

“What guys?” You asked all confused. What was he going on about? 

He chuckled. “Cute, you’re so clueless.”

He gave your ass a tap. “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting lured away.” 

You refrained an eye roll. “Go!” Yet you were unable to stop yourself from laughing, shaking him away with your hand. 

“I’m goinggg,” he whined, shooting you a parting wink. The nerve. 

You waited until he was gone to let yourself smile, excited to get downstairs. You wanted to go dance. 

With Seokjin.

[clotpole-art]

Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.

[soulwillower]

almost stupid • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: requested by @demo-wise :)

Hello, my darling. I was wondering if I could request a Richie Tozer x Reader fic from you? Taking place in their college years, so sometime in the 90s? One where the reader and Richie go to a party, and though typically it’d be Richie that gets drunk, this time it ends up being reader, so Richie makes it a point to stay relatively sober during the party so he can keep an eye on you ans make sure you don’t get hurt. Then after a while - maybe the party ends, maybe they have a set curfew, or maybe something happened at the party, you choose - they head home, and since reader is too wasted to find the keys for her (off-campus) apartment - for argument’s sake, let’s say they both live separately, off-campus - so Richie lets her stay with him, and she’s a really sweet and afectionate drunk, and she ends up confessing her feelings towards him, and then is promptly out like a light. Then I guess the next morning he’d tell her about it, since there doesn’t seem to be a logical way to integrate it into one night. Hopefully this isn’t too confusing with how invovled it is, just exercising my enjoyment of the no word limit on asks. Thank you, love, and have a lovely day.

 i love u, hope u enjoy!!

warnings: binge drinking, getting sick/vomiting, party, fluff

(losers + reader are in college.)

3.5k words

♡

you hadn't meant to let go of yourself this much.

music thuds around you as you move, your eyes catching patterns of plaid as a boy with a red flannel steadies you, "woah there, are you okay?" he asks, and you blink a bit, laughing. "yeah, i'm just l-lovely, how are you?" you say, slurring and hiccuping slightly. the boy laughs, and his smile makes you giggle more. "i'm fine. what's your name? did you come here alone?"

"y/n. i'm... 'm here with richie." you say, stumbling over your feet and raising your eyebrows as the boy nods. "tozier? okay. wait one second." and then you're topping off the cup of vodka sprite in your hands and hiccuping as the boy in front of you cups his hands, calling a loud, "TOZIER!"

as if he's a dog, richie comes bounding over with a toothy grin, "what's going on over here, chums?" he says easily, and as he moves all you can do is watch him in awe. 

his raw power, as odd and shaky as it is, is ever so prevalent right now - he has a way of pulling people to him. his lips are red and freckled, his adam's apple bobbing slightly when he speaks. your neck nearly hurts from craning to look up at him and you start to giggle to yourself as you watch him.

that noise seems to call richie's attention down towards you. his smile grows exponentially, his eyebrows raising as he takes you in. you know your cheeks are red. "hey, kiddo, how're you feeling?" he says, gentler this time, his hand absently raising to rub your shoulder before falling back down to his side.

you can't help yourself as you lean into the touch just as it's gone, and richie notices with an amused grin. you smile a bit, "oh, i'm feeling great! me n' my friend, oh, what's your-" as you turn to regard the boy who'd helped you, you find yourself gesturing to the empty wall instead. you whip your head back and forth in confusion, wondering where he'd gone. "oh. he's gone." you say, feeling embarrassed as richie huffs to himself.

"how are you feeling, richie? why aren'you playing king’s cup right now?" you ask, stumbling through your words as you gesture to the crowd of people cheering as a girl pulls an ace from a deck of cards. richie chuckles, shifting on his feet so he's leaning back against the wall, watching you with eyes full of joy and amusement.

"someone's gotta take care of you, sugar. we can't go dumb and dumber tonight, i gotta get you home safe."

you turn red, guilt crowding you as you realize you're probably prohibiting richie from letting loose and having fun. "oh, 'm sorry." you whisper, looking into the suddenly unappetizing contents of your cup. you set it down on the chair next to you and it wobbles, but you turn back to face richie. 

he's smiling, eyes running over you. "why're you sorry?" he asks, sounding like he's much more amused than you right now. "i'd do anything for you, kid. and it's one night, i think i can handle being the adult. you do this for me like every week." he insists, his eyes soft as he bites his lip. you lean into him, close enough that his warm chest is close to yours. “you’re too good to me, chee.” you whisper, smiling. you place your hands on his arms because you just want to be touching him, and you smile. 

he smiles back, rolling his eyes. “don’t think you don’t deserve it, sweet girl.” he says with a slight shake of his head. you scold yourself even in your hazy drunken mind as you feel yourself yearning to lean closer and kiss him.

instead of that, you just giggle, watching richie speak as he leans over the chair to grab your drink, knowing it'll probably spill if he leaves it. he has to lean around you to reach, and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle up, leaning backwards with his body. you can feel him chuckle as he steadies you. his eyes hold yours, and you open your mouth to tell him just how amazing he looks when you’re pulled away from him by a voice. 

you hear your name called and you perk up as your friend from one of your lectures waves to you. you jump on your heels as you place a hand on richie's chest, not really thinking about it, "i have to go see them!" you insist, and your heart thumps as you feel richie's large, warm hand on top of yours, sandwiched between his chest and hand. "i'll be here, go have fun." he insists. you turn to him, a sudden surge of confidence and affection induced by the bacardi and vodka coursing through your veins. up on your toes, you kiss his cheek and pat the other with your hand softly, face red as you realize how close his face is to yours; you mutter, "i'll be right' back. promise."

richie laughs lightly as you make your way towards them, his face red.

it was an hour and a half before you realized you were really, really fucked up. your vision felt like it was lagging, your eyes droop, your voice feels raw when you speak. and all that's on your mind is richierichierichierichie.

you're in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror with awe when you realize that the only reason you're having fun tonight is because of him. he's usually the one to get really blasted - it was your dynamic, and you liked it that way. he’s the funniest person ever when he's drunk, and tooling him around your university to walk back to his apartment was always more fun than it should be. in your head, you know it's because you're in love with him.

you pull a face at yourself in the mirror as you think about that, knowing damn well that that secret has been vaulted up for months ever since you figured it out. but you're just so goddamn happy right now, letting richie know that he's loved doesn't seem all that bad. he deserves to know, really. 

a knock on the door makes you jump and you finish drying your hands, wiping your eye as you hear his muffled voice, "you coming out anytime soon, y/n/n?"

you roll your eyes with a huge smile, feeling giddy to know richie was on the other side of that door, taking care of you. you pull the door open and he stumbles a bit, having lost the spot he was slightly leaning on. you're standing close to him, his face lower than usual after stumbling, and you grin as you look at each other. 

you can see the spare eyelash on his cheek, the light freckles hiding under his glasses as his curs fall perfectly around his face. "hi." you say quietly, giggling to yourself.

he backs away with a grin of his own, shaking his head at you. "hey, doll. you ready to head home? gotta get you some rest."

you comply, because there is almost nothing you wouldn't do for richie tozier.

you quickly come to realize that there is at least one thing you won't do for richie tozier, no matter how drunk you are. "richie, put me down!" you laugh. you're swaying as richie carries you through the mostly-empty streets, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his chest.

 richie laughs, re-gripping your thigh with his long fingers and making your stomach flip. "but i want to." he says matter-of-fact, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his smile. you groan, thumping him with your fist and kicking your legs.  "plus, you're going to die if you walk, y/n."

you scoff, "we're all going to die, richard. it's ‘97, the end of the world is in three years." you laugh at your own joke. 

"yeah, drunk y/n believes in y2k. i think i want to keep carrying you, crazy girl." he mutters, grinning to the ground.

"but i don't! i jus wann'walk with you." you huff, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. he smells like fresh laundry and mint cologne and it makes you sigh dreamily. 

giving in, he stops and sighs, releasing your legs so you slide down back to your feet.

he gives you a soft smile, and his face in the moonlight makes your stomach flip. "happy, babe?" he asks, watching you. you stare at him for a few moments, your hands lingering on his arms as you watch him. "always with you." you say honestly, hand moving up to brush a strand of his hair from his face. you almost think you could kiss him. 

but you break your trance with a laugh and you start to walk again, in relative silence, until you stumble and nearly fall. richie grabs your hips, muttering "jesus," as he steadies you, and you laugh as you right yourself. you're walking again, and you slip your hand into his as you listen to him tell you about his new computers class, nuzzling against his side as you near your apartment. his fingers fit perfectly in yours.

"-shit, i don't have my keys!" you say quickly, looking at richie and tugging him to stop. he turns and gawks at you, and you almost start to tear up. god, you're drunk. "i can't get in. i'm locked out, i don't-"

richie tugs you closer to him until he's hugging you, holding your head against his chest. as he pulls away, he rolls his eyes, "calm down, toots. you can stay with me, you don't have to worry."

you smile, feeling butterflies again as you hug him, whispering thanks into his ear. it makes him laugh. "you're quite an affectionate drunk, aren't you doll?" he mutters as you grab his hand again, your other coming to gently rest on his forearm.

you pull away from him then, playfully ripping your hand from his and walking a foot away. your body feels cold at the loss of him, and he mumbles, "no, no! i never said i didn't like it." richie says with a laugh, pulling you back towards him.

you're in richie's apartment within ten minutes. he's holding your hair back as you vomit within fifteen.

"i hate this." you say miserably as he sits behind you, rubbing your back. "i know, but you'll feel better now." he insists, thumb rubbing you sweetly and making you surge with love.

you pivot on the tile of his bathroom so that you're almost straddling him, pulling him towards you and into a hug as you sit on his lap, legs folded on your knees on either side of his hips. “do you promise?” you mutter, eyes closing. you suddenly feel exhausted. 

his arms rise to encircle you and he laughs a bit, muttering something about a koala bear as he hugs back. “f’course i promise.” 

and then he's calling you clingy but he's pulling you closer; as you press your lips lightly to small places on his neck, peppering his smooth  skin with soft kisses, his breathing chokes and his words halt a bit.

you pull back after a few seconds, unsure wether the racing heartbeat was yours or his, and you stare at each other. you're lost in his eyes, his hand on your thigh and the other rubbing your back. your eyes can’t help but bounce to his freckled lips and you shift a bit, fingers tugging on the curls at the back nape of his neck. you mutter, "can i have a toothbrush?"

richie insists you take his bed. you've begged him to at least share it with you, but he promises he'll be just outside the room on the couch in case you need anything. you're so tired that you can barely protest, anyways.

"thank you for being the best friend ever." you say to richie as he helps you settle into his bed. he laughs a bit, shrugging. "you do the same for me." he mutters, standing from the edge of the mattress.

your heart swells, your smile shortens, and you grab his sleeve. he stops and looks at you expectantly, a sweet smile on his face. “y'know, i should do this more often babe, you're a sweetheart when you're drunk." 

you shake your head, "oh, my god." you say, smiling and bringing your hands to your eyes. he laughs, "what? honest, you are. it's adorable, kid." he ruffles your hair but then his fingers start to run through the strands, gently combing the strands. you shrug, shaking your head again. you let out a laugh, knowing you’re doomed. "oh god, rich, you have to stop."

he lifts a brow, not saying anything else although there's a grin on his face. you laugh again, feeling dizzy but more comfortable than ever as you drown in his sheets. it smells like him, overwhelmingly so - all you can see and hear and smell and feel is richie. and so as he pats your head and turns off the lamp, the following darkness in the room gives you the courage to whisper it.

"i love you, richie."

he laughs in the dark, "i love you too." and your eyes are already closed because you're exhausted but you shake your head. "no, richie... you idiot. i... i wanna be with you."

he laughs, "i am with you right now, y/n. we’re in my room. god, you had way too much, i'm a bad babysitter."

in your exhausted, drunken stupor, you groan, pushing your head further into his pillowcase. how daft is this boy?

"oh my god, richie." you mutter into the pillowcase, the hand that you'd laid on his thigh sliding to his arm to give him as good a shove as you can, seeing as you're already half asleep.

"oh my god what?" he asks, and you can hear his smile. it makes you giddy, thinking about him. you shake your head. "it's just stupid, richie... i am so in love with you, it's absurd." you mutter, the clearest you've sounded all night since you walked into that party. and as the world fades away quickly and sleep knocks you out, you don’t second guess richie’s silence or his soft, what?

you wake up to a piercing headache, a fogginess that clouds your mind as you flip onto your back and stretch. you brush your teeth in silence, drinking handfuls of water from richie's faucet because of course he doesn't have a cup in there.

and then you're padding into richie's kitchen where he sits at the table, two cups of coffee and a plate of eggs and toasted eggo waffles in front of him. he's reading his calculus text book, his stereo playing an oasis tape quietly in the living room. he looks up at you, "mornin' sunshine."

you almost scowl - you know you look probably just as awful as you feel. he has no goddamn right to look this handsome at this hour, so effortlessly. 

he slides a bottle of pills to you as you sit across from him, swallowing them dry and then sipping on the coffee. you start to eat in relative silence, until you bring up a question gnawing at the back of your head. "hey."

he looks up, giving you a goofy smile that makes your insides melt. "hi." he says, smiling huge. he looks elated, and you're not sure why, but it makes him glow more than usual. you bring your knee up in the chair, resting your chin on it as you look at him. 

"did i...get into any trouble last night?"

he hums, "you don't remember?"

you make eye contact and you lift a brow, "...is there something i should?"

"last night." he says, gnawing on his lip, an smirk on his face. you sit up, rubbing your eyes more as you lick a bit of toothpaste from your lip. "just before you fell asleep. you said..." he laughs, then. shaking his head. your stomach plummets - jesus, what did you say?

"you said you- that you...like, want me." he says it in a laugh, trying to make eye contact as you avoid it. you know you're turning red, you can feel it in your face, "wh-what?" you stammer, unsure if richie is teasing you because he doesn't care, or because its better than just straight up shooting you down. or he thinks whatever you said, you weren't serious.

did you try to fuck richie last night? 

"when you went to bed. you said you're in love with me. that you want me." he looks like he's won the lottery as he smiles at you.

your stomach drops. love. ironic of him to try and joke about that, considering that’s something you very well could do when drunk. 

you roll your eyes, "couldn't imagine why i'd say that. you're repulsive." you mutter, dragging your waffle through some syrup. richie laughs at this, shaking his head.

"ask yourself, babe. you seemed pretty adamant on me knowing. you fell asleep immediately after." he sounds more serious now, and that's when you realize he's not joking.

your smile falls, "wait- i really said that?"  

he nods, "but if- if that's something that was just drunk y/n, that-that's fine. i totally understand, but i do think we need to talk about it." he's still got that teasing grin, but he's clear and his voice is soft. "i don't think it's okay for me to just not ever tell you about that. it would be really disrespectful to you. you deserve someone who you trust."

you blink, throat dry. what do you say now? how can you play this off, like it was nothing despite the constant flirtation between the two of you? 

how can you sit here, in richie's dinky kitchen sipping on coffee he made just for you, wearing a pair of his boxers and his shirt, after spending the night in his bed and looking into his eyes, and tell him you're not in love with him?

"sorry." you say with a scratchy throat, tucking hair out of your face. you remember bits from last night - pulling richie's arm around you every time you and him were next to each other, putting your hand on his chest when you listened to a friend tell a story. you remember when he kissed the crown of your head, then when you insisted he hold your hand.... you remember sitting on the floor with him and kissing his neck. but you don't remember much else.

then you think more about being on the bathroom floor with him and you groan, "oh my god, i threw up last night too. i'm so sorry." you say, rubbing your eyes and burying your face. richie laughs, “don’t be sorry toots.... it was kind of cute actually.”

you send him a look, "you think me vomiting was cute?"  and he shrugs, "i just like it when i get to be close to you. you know, even when you're not drunk and overly affectionate, i can't ever get my mind off you."

his boldness takes your breath out of your throat and you stare at him. "you- what? really?" you ask, your heart thumping.

he shrugs, leaning forwards and taking one of your hands gently in his own. "it makes me happier than anything in the world." he says it so casually, like he's known it his whole life.

“it’s embarrassing,” your eyes strain on richie’s hand, your fingers trailing idle patterns because it's easier than looking at him. “-that i've felt this way, but we've never said anything.”

“i guess i just never really felt like it needed saying. it was always just there for me.” richie's gaze is intent, and a finger teases over your lip, feather-light. “would you like me to say it now?”

your eyes widen - in all this, in your hangover brain, it hadn't yet occurred to you that richie may feel the same way. you grin against his finger, and his thumb pinches your chin lightly, bringing you forwards. one hand tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i think you're the cutest. even when you're piss drunk.” his words make you wrinkle your nose, and he laughs. gently, he leans forward and kisses the top of your nose, shaking his head. 

"i am in love with you, y/n."

his words make you feel on fire, and you look away with a small grin. he tuts, using his fingers to guide your face back to his. "don't look away." something about his words makes your stomach coil in excitement, and so you keep your eyes on his. "i love you so much it's almost stupid."

"not as stupid as you." is the only thing you can think to say, and the half-chuckle that leaves richie's mouth as he surges towards you makes your heart soar with pride.

he kisses you like you're the center of gravity, surging forwards with so much force you almost fall back against the chair. a hand is on the back of your neck, a dizzied breath falling from your lips as his thumb brushes an exposed slice of skin at your hip settling upwards, warm and steady.

you're breathless, tentative, and abruptly shy as your panting breaths chased the silence. your eyes meet, richie's bold and unregretting. a gentle, loving smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

and then he kisses you again.

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[whatyouandihave-makesmefree]

How to say “I love you” without actually saying it - or 137 Milkovichy ways to say “I fuckin’ love Ian Clayton Gallagher”.

1. Kiss me, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.

2. I’ll meet you there in 20.

3. You say that again, I’ll rip your tongue out of your head.

4. Take your hand off the glass.

5. You wanna chit chat more or you wanna get on me?

6. Fuckin’ tough guy, huh?

7. Jesus Christ, you want us to spread a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?

8. Sorry, I gotta go kill your dad, but I’m doing a lot of people a favor, including you.

9. -I missed you-  You did?  -Yeah, man.-

10. So, uh, what you going down for, then, huh?

11. Don’t know what you see in that geriatric viagroid.

12. -You fuck anyone in there yet?-  God, no.  -Wise choice.-

13. Hey, my dad took my brothers on a run out of town for a couple days, so you wanna ditch that dump and crash at my place, you can.

14. Fuck you, is what you were invited to.

15. What are you hoping, I tell you not to go? I’m gonna chase after you like some bitch?

16. -Don’t.-  Don’t what?  -Just…-

17. -You seen him?-  Why do you care?  -Don’t.-

18. You heard from Gallagher?

19. Not fucking Frank. The other one, the redhead.

20. I like fucking carrot-tops, like, with the freckles and the pale skin and fucking alien-looking.

21. He in trouble? What kind of trouble?

22. You wearing cologne?  -No. It’s Kenyatta’s perfume soap shit.-

23. I gotta take care of something important.

24. No, I’m not having fun. I spent the whole day looking for your coked-out ass.

25. You coming back?

26. I’ll do it.

27. Those fingers go anywhere near that cock, I’m gonna break every knuckle in your hand, all 15 of them.

28. Together.

29. That all you think he is? Some twink?

30. Probably best if you don’t, tough guy.

31. Of course we are.

32. You want me to go?  -No, I don’t want you to go.-

33. I’m not lying to you.

34. Ian, what you and I have makes me free, not what these assholes know.

35. Well, good. Leave. What the hell do I care, bitch? Fuck.

36. Hey! Excuse me! Can I get everybody’s attention, please? I just want everybody here to know I’m fucking gay. A big old ‘mo. I just thought everybody should know that. You happy now?

37. Fuck you! Don’t worry about it! I’ve been staying at Ian’s since you’ve been in the can, bitch! Guess what we’ve been doing, daddy! We’ve been fucking! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard, and I fucking like it.

38. You’re a fucking dick. Yeah, there. That’s what you get.

39. You love him?  -Maybe. I don’t know.-  Because he has a real penis?  -Yeah, I guess.-

40. Rise and fucking shine, Cinderella.

41. Yo, sleepy-face.

42. Hey, you okay? Feeling sick or something?

43. All right, you want me to bring you back something to eat?

44. Ian, are you high? You take something?

45. Fuck’s wrong with him?

46. Before, he was fine. He was happy. He’s staying up all hours of the night, dancing, telling fucking jokes. He kicks my ass every day. I can’t keep up with him.

47. No, no, look. He– he’s low… We cheer him up.

48. What do you mean, hos– Like a psych ward? No fucking way! No fucking way! He’s staying here.

49. I can– I can take care of him. Okay? Let me take care of him until he’s better.

50. Don’t fucking tell me what’s impossible! We’re taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family.

51. He’s not going to some fucking nut house. You hear me? He stays here. He’s staying with me.

52. I’ll be there.  -Better be.-

53. All right. I guess I’m going with you.

54. She’ll send him to a fucking shrink. No. We fix this ourselves.

55. I came out for you, you piece of shit.

56. What’s your type?  -Redhead.-  I am downstairs.  -Batshit crazy.-  Check.  -Packing 9 inches.-

57. I got to take you to a hospital, Ian.

58. I’m worried about you.

59. His partner. Lover? Family? You know?

60. At least he’ll be getting some kind of fucking help.

61. Relationship to the patient?  -Sister.-   -You?-  -Uh, boyfriend.-

62. Hey. Sorry I’m late.

63. We gotta get you to a fucking clinic. Get some meds. Today.

64. Hey, it’s okay. It’s all right.

65. He’s not a fucking lab rat.

66. He’s got me.

67. Hey, Ian’s sleeping in there.

68. All right, breakfast of champs. We got your mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, anti-depressant. Gatorade.

69. Shut the fuck up. Take the pills, bitch.

70. Hey, no caffeine on your meds.

71. Eat it. Take all those pills on an empty stomach and you’re going to have diarrhea real bad.

72. I didn’t know which Bs to get, so I just got all the fucking Bs. I got B-complex, super B-complex, B-12, B-6.

73. The hell happened to your hand?

74. Did a doctor take care of that?

75. You can’t go anywhere unless you get that looked at, man.

76. Your hand, man.

77. No, no. Look, you’re not supposed to drink on lithium. It makes your blood fucking toxic, and it gets you hammered in like two seconds flat. You can’t-

78. You look like a fucking wet rat.

79. We’re going on a date.  -Fuck, yes, we are.-

80. Where the fuck are you?

81. Where the fuck you been? 

82. You okay?

83. It means we take care of each other.

84. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.

85. You look good.

86. Got a new tattoo. Did it myself. Hurt like a son of a bitch.

87. Been thinking about you. You ever think of me? Gonna wait for me?

88. Will you? Wait?

89. You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man.

90. Look, I’m, um I’m getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.-  Wow.  -You should come.-

91. Thought a lot about you inside. You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do? Hmm? Can I do?

92. Knew you’d come. 

93. Come here.

94. I’m gonna see you again?

95. The fuck you looking at?

96. It’s what kept me going in the joint. The beach. Us.

97. Oh, check it out. Ian Gallagher putting his big boy pants on!

98. You never fucking visited me.

99. What am I leaving behind? My family? Who cares I never see those shitheads again. You had my back more than they ever did.

100. You ever think about me? When I was in the joint?

101. Fuck, I missed you.

102. What the fuck is that? I don’t want your fucking money! I want you to come with– me.

103. Don’t do this.

104. Fuck you, Gallagher.

105. I rolled on the cartel I was working for, and in exchange, guess who gets to pick where he gets locked up?

106. No, I just did it ‘cause it was the right thing.

107. Would you be fucking happy?  -Yes, fuck, yes!-

108. I guess I need some advice. It’s about my partner, Ian.

109. You’re not throwing your fuckin’ parole for me. We need to get you the hell outta this shit-hole.

110. You don’t belong in here, Gallagher.

111. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay.

112. FaceTime your brother. See the baby.

113. You seen Ian?

114. About time, man. Your Panda Express is getting cold.

115. Eat your Szechuan beans.

116. Chill your fucking tits and eat your noodles, man.

117. Let’s get out of here, get some Pinkberry.

118. No. No. I’m not running. I need to protect him.

119. Jesus Christ. You proposing to me over fucking patty melts?

120. Fuck it. I do.

121. When you know, you know. You know?

122. No, just saying you don’t love me enough now. And that’s fine. It’s cool.

123. Jesus Christ, save the fucking speech, you pussy. I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll fucking marry you.

124. You must really love cock.  -I definitely love one.-

125. You ever try to get me to move to Milwaukee, I’ll fuckin’ murder you.

126. Hey, I like the blue ones.  -Yeah?- 

127. You sure you still wanna go through with this?  -Yes. Why?-

128. You’re a sneaky bastard.

129. -Take your meds?-  Yes.  -Good.-

130. The son of a bitch is never gonna let me be happy. He needs to die today.

131. Well, there’s plenty of strays wandering around the neighborhood. I’m sure we can pick one up for cheap.

132. Yeah, well, at least I don’t have to hide in a coffin till the sun goes down.

133. Damn straight, Gallagher.

134. I, Mikhailo, take you, Ian, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,  to love and to cherish you till death do us part.

135. Good morning, Mr - Millagher?

136. You hungry?

137. You wanna go again?  -Absolutely.-

[mypimpademia]

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinso quarantining w black s/o

Bakugo x Todoroki x black!reader x Shinso

TW: Swearing, refers to sexual activities at the end of each of them

Note: Yes, I did do most of this stuff in quarantine. [And they're aged up as always]

BAKUGO

He honestly feels like he's losing his shit

And he probably would if he did have you with him

You guys are staying up all night and watching Wild n Out, Basic to Bougie, 90 Day Fiance, all that shit

And of course Bad Girls Club

He claims he hates 90 Day Fiance and BGC, but he stays watching that shit, even if he has the remote or youre on his phone

His sleep schedule is fucked up

And by fucked up, I mean its a few hours past the old man's bed time

He goes to bed at 1 am now instead of 9 pm

But still wakes up at 9 am

He took a leave on hero work because of covid

He loves his job almost as much as he loves you (aw💖)

But hes not gonna risk his health for it

"Fuck all that bullshit, as much as I love my job, I'm staying my ass in this house. And you are too. I'll be damned if you catch it, especially if its from me."

Yall only go out once a week

He could minimize it to once every other week, but he tried that and it almost drove him crazy

There aren't any exceptions unless there's an emergency

Makes you wear gloves and use a reusable mask that he washes as soon as yall get home

And you get mostly essentials but he'll ask you if you want candy or anything and he'll buy a big box of brownie mix if you like brownies just to hold you over for a while

Also stocks up on meds like pain killers and allergy pills

No fucks given, he will hit up different stores for toilet paper

"WHY ARE ALL THESE FUCKIN IDIOTS TAKING THE TOILET PAPER?? I KNOW DAMN FUCKIN WELL YALL DONT SHIT THAT MUCH, AND HALF OF YALL PROBABLY DONT EVEN WIPE."

Hes gonna experiment with cooking more now that he has time

Writes down all the recipes that work out

Youre his taste tester so you best believe you bouta be eatin good 😌

If you want your hair done he'll order it online unless yall are already out

Hes gonna make sure that you're eating good and feeling okay because these are tough times 🥺

But hes gonna do it in his own way and act like he's not concerned

"Hey idiot, do you wanna pass out? You haven't been drinking water today, I can tell. I'm getting you a full cup, you better drink it all."

"You haven't eaten anything today, I'm making you dinner."

"Your hair is dry, come here so I can help you put oil on it. I keep telling you to take care of it, ill laught at you if you go bald." He wont

Also has you work out with him do you can stay in shape

Libido?

Yessir

Every other day, anywhere (except in public because hes not about to get sick), at anytime

It goes 50/50

Sometimes its just because hes in the mood

Other times hes feeling really soft and wants to show you that he loves you

All in all its a mixture of Bakugo losing his shit and loving you all in one

TODOROKI

He's pretty chill about it

Just super bored

Starts watching BGC, binges Basic to Bougie and 90 Day Fiance

Oddly enough he really enjoys watching Love & Hip Hop????

He finds it interesting

Especially likes Cardis season because its funny and hella memes came out of it

Don't get me wrong tho I aint a Cardi stan but you gotta admit that she's mad funny im a barb at heart tho

His crackhead really comes out over quarantine

He'll start referencing random ass memes

Hes mostly on leave for hero work unless they really need him

In that case he wears a mask and gloves out

When he gets home the first thing he does is reference BGC

"WHATS UP BAD BITCHES"

And thats how you know he's home

Goes to bed at like 1:30 - 2 am

Only because he doesn't want to be passed out if he's needed for hero duties

Goes out every other week

Mainly for basic essentials, but if you want a little extra he'll buy it

Anything else he'll buy online

Also goes to other stores to buy more toilet paper

Figured out that hes really good at crochets

So if you want your hair done he'll order any crochets you want off Amazon and do them for you

Takes care of you and makes sure your doing well all together

"Did you eat today baby?"

"How much water have you had today?"

"Have you been putting oil on your hair?"

Lotsss of cold soba

But he cooks a few other things so that its not the same thing 24/7

Asks Fuyumi for help when he doesn't know how to cook something super well

If you're the type to go to bed hella late, he'll make sure you sleep a full 8 hours

Even if you wake up after 5 he'll ask you to take a nap with him

Has you work out with him every now and then so you can both stay healthy

Not too much libido

He didn't get in the mood like that even before quarantine

Its not every other day like Bakugo though

More like twice a week

Anymore than that and it'll probably be because you needed it rather than him

If its after a mission it'll be slower just so he can show you how much he loves and appreciates you for being someone he can come home to and just being you

If its more spontaneous he'll be slightly rough but still a pretty slow

But it's a lot of crackhead Todoroki and soft Todoroki

SHINSO

He's doing fine

Just more bored than usual

I feel like Shinso likes cartoons so hes rewatching a bunch of childhood cartoons

Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Regular Show, all that good shit

Lotsss of cartoon quotes

Yall are having a pillow fight and he grabs 2 pillows and claps you?

"Cheatin ass bitch."

"Street rules, man." (Regular Show quote for those who don't know)

Please sing the bacon pancake song (Adventure Time) with him while yall make breakfast

He'll be so happy

If you do something stupid hes gonna do a lemon grab (Adventure time) quote

"UNACCEPTABLE"

On leave for hero work

Really doesn't care about getting himself sick unless he gets super sick or dies

But hes not about to get you sick

He'd genuinely rather get himself sick and die than get you sick

Yall go out twice a week

Once to get essentials and another just to get out

I feel like shinso is a decent cook so he'll cook for you

Write down recipes that you like

Also gets some off the internet

Works better with natural hair than braids and crochets

So he'll do slick backs for you and maybe give you a ponytail or something if you ask but he'd rather do 100% natural just because hes better at it and he likes natural black hair

Can also do half wigs

Takes care of you more than himself

So you have to take care of each other

"Did you drink water today, Doll?"

"I did, did you?"

"Did you eat today?"

"No, and you haven't either. What should we eat for lunch?"

"You havent been putting oil on you hair. Do you want me to help you, kitty?"

Small work out sessions

Maybe like 15 min a day

Full body tho because hes too lazy to split up days

Does to bed at like 4 - 6 am

Mostly just watching YouTube and binging cartoons and eating

Insomnia Cookies? (If you dont know, its a cookie place that delivers till 3 am and theyre so good-)

YESSIRRR

Yall gain back any weight you burned off from exercising earlier that day

Pizza, cookies, chicken nuggets, fries, fried chicken, etc.

Basically just a constant sleep over

Libido to the max

Once or twice a day

Nothing public because germs

Normally rough

But every now and then he'll get soft and just tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you

His aftercare for times like that consists of a bubble bath, lots of hugs, food and cartoons😌

[isthisthingeven0n]

not like the books say : d.d

brief summary: for years you’ve been friends with david, but of late you’ve developed a crush. in your attempt to rid of the burden, you start to distance yourself from david, except it doesn’t go unnoticed. 

word count:  1.7k requested: yes - by a lovely anon, thank you for the angsty idea! warnings: none that i’m aware of

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

You always thought it just happened in films and books. Never in a million years did you think you’d end up being the protagonist who falls for her best friend. Yet, here you are; in love with your best friend, David.

It was something you intended to avoid thinking about, but when you spent nearly every moment with him it was harder than that. You kept your cool 90% of the time, and the only person who seemed to really notice was Natalie.

Since Natalie found out about your harbouring crush, you made the decision to try and distance yourself from your best friend. It was only going to be a temporary measure, just until you felt more like yourself again (and didn’t find yourself drooling over David.)

Yet, you quickly discovered it wasn’t going to be that easy. You see, being apart from David is like going without your phone for a long length of time- close to impossible. Even if you were in his house, but in a separate room, David just knew. He loved having you around, no matter what’s happening, he just wanted you to be there.

Leading you to now, sitting in your house trying to ignore the ringing and bombardment of text messages from David, wondering where you are.

“You gotta answer him at some point, Y/n.” Your friend, Dani speaks up.

She listens as you let out an audible groan before turning your phone face down. “Think that’ll stop it for a bit?” You glance up toward her unimpressed expression as she passes over your drink.

“It’s David. He won’t stop, next thing you’ll know is he’ll send the police around to make sure you’re not dead.” Dani passively jokes, but you both know it might be something he’d actually do one of these days.

Leaning forward, you reach for your phone as the mass of notifications illuminates your screen. “Yeah, I’ll just answer this one.” You mutter, seeing Dani nod out of the corner of your eye as she exits the room.

As you answer the phone, immediately you’re greeted by a long sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, I thought you died.” David dramatically exhales, hearing you chuckle through the line.

“Nope, not dead I can assure you.” You smile to yourself, feeling the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach. “Everything alright?”

Pacing around his bedroom, David nods to himself. “Yeah, yeah. I just wondered if you were coming over today? Jase is here along with Carly and Erin.”

“Sorry Dave, I can’t today.” You tell him, curling up into a cushion on the sofa as you picture his brows furrowing and frown forming.

“Oh,” David mutters, taken aback by your response. “are you ill?” Worry takes over his tone.

“No, not at all. I’m just super busy with some admin things I’ve left to the last minute. Need to just crash out in my office and get them done.” You lie, hoping he can’t tell. You’re always on top of your admin work, so being behind is highly unlike you.

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” David tries to hide his disappointment as you hum in response, hanging up shortly after.

Placing his phone in his pocket, David exits his room with his shoulders slouched forward. “Something up, Dave?” Jason speaks up, breaking from the conversation as David slumps onto the sofa beside Carly almost causing her to spill her coffee.

“Y/n isn’t coming over.” David states, looking up as if it isn’t the biggest surprise and everyone should be alarmed, but they’re not. “You heard me, right?” He reiterates his point, and Jason leans forward.

“Dave, it isn’t a big deal. She’s here nearly every day with you, girls gotta have some down time.” He speaks calmly, seeing David look down at his phone once more hoping you’ll change your mind. “Or maybe she’s just sick of your company.” Jason jokes, but David lifts his head up quickly at the comment.

“Fuck off, Jase.” David scoffs. “But what if she is? Like, she’s barely spoken to me all week, suddenly been super busy with work or helping out Dani with things.” David explains, everyone now captivated in his thoughts.

“Maybe she’s started to see someone.” Erin suggests, and immediately David tenses at the thought. “Or not, I don’t know.” She mutters, looking over to Carly who keeps her eyes on her phone.

Walking out from the room, David heads into the yard as frustration clouds his emotions.

“David, wait.” Natalie follows after him as he clenches his fists, leaning against the railing. “Y/n’s not seeing anyone, I know that much.” She says calmly as David sighs.

“Then why is she not around? I, I miss her being here for me to annoy all the time.” He tries to joke, but Natalie can tell he means it on a deeper level.

“Is there more to why you miss her being here?” Natalie pushes the subject, hoping he’d finally say something.

Sadly, David shakes his head. “I just miss her, alright.” He comments coldly. “I’m going for a drive, I’ll be back later.” He states before walking past Natalie without so much as looking up.

“Fuck.” Natalie sighs as she walks back into the house, hearing the front door close and everyone look up at her with the same confused expression. “He just needs to clear his head.” She excuses him before sitting back down with everyone else, sending you a quick text just in case.

*

Lying on your bed, you couldn’t tear your gaze from the ceiling, suddenly finding the detailing in the blank canvas fascinating.

“Y/n?” Dani yells your name, quickly followed by the sound of her running up the stairs and appearing at your door. “You’ve got a guest.” She swallows her breath as you turn to face her.

“But I’m busy, clearly.” You sarcastically comment, only encouraging Dani to sit beside you.

“Let me rephrase that.” She sighs. “David is here.”

Quickly you force yourself upright, looking at Dani quizzingly. “You’re not bullshitting me, are you?” Dani shakes her head, and you groan loudly into your hands. “Okay, I, I’ll come on down.” You mutter in defeat, following her footsteps as you descend down the stairs.

As you appear from the railings, David perks up immediately. He can feel his smile growing, even if he can’t see your tired expression just yet. All he knows is that you being home, and willing to see him is enough to make his day.

Appearing fully in his view, David’s smile softens as you face him. “Hey, what’re you doing here?” You ask calmly, but David can see the glances that Dani has toward you.

“I just came to see if you’re doing okay.” David mumbles, suddenly feeling like a child in a staff room at school. “You’ve not been 'round much and everyone's missing you.” He quickly adds, trying to ease the matter by focusing on the others, not just himself.

“Oh,” You think aloud, catching David’s eye. “I, I’m fine just been busy with stuff.” You repeat the same excuse he’s heard countless times now, and David nods.

“But like, is there something we can help with?” He asks, stepping forward as you step back. “I, I’m sorry if I’ve said anything or done something to upset you. You can talk to me, Y/n, you always can.” He raises his voice slightly, and Dani turns around and walks upstairs, leaving you both with some privacy.

Lowering your gaze to the floor, you watch as his feet shuffle against the wooden floorboards. “I can’t right now, David.” You tell him honestly, refusing to look up to see the cocktail of confusion and anger crossing his face. “It’s my fault, but I can’t explain it, not yet at least.”

David furrows his brows together as he focuses on you. “So we’re keeping secrets now?” He scoffs, stepping back as you do too, leaning against your sofa as your hands grip the ledge tightly. “Since when do we keep secrets, Y/n?”

“Since they involve you!” You blurt out, feeling your heartbeat thumping in your eardrums as you look at David, dead in the eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting to be with you, being in fucking love with you and it’s driving me crazy!” You’re yelling now, unable to hold it back after so long of keeping everything bottled up.

Remaining in a state of shock, David just stares with wide eyes as he processes everything you’ve just said.

“How long have you felt like this?” He finally speaks up, and you can’t help but laugh as you cover your face with your hands.

“Too long, Dave.” You admit, still hiding your face.

David steps forward, lowering your hands down as he focuses on the worry in your gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n?” He mumbles, but you shake your head.

“Because it’s stupid, you’re my best friend. I, I can’t be in love with you, David.” You explain as if it were obvious.

Shrugging a shoulder, David raises his hand to rest against your cheek. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.” He whispers, leaning in closer as his lips brush yours.

Except, you pull away, falling back onto your sofa. “What’re you doing?” You ask, caught off guard as you stand up straight, the sofa being the obstacle between you both.

“I was going to kiss you, dumbass.” He chuckles, running his hands across his jeans. “Look, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, it’s just, I feel the same.” David explains, and now it’s your turn to process what he’s just said. “I have for years, just I never thought you’d feel the same so I’ve supressed it. Kinda only realised it whenever you’ve dated some guy.”

“I, sorry,” You stumble over your words.

“Oh for god sake, people!” Dani blurts out, and you both look up to see her peering through the railings. “You love him, he loves you. End of!” She sighs dramatically before retreating back up the stairs, leaving you stood in silence once more.

“I guess this is the part where I ask you on a date then?” David turns to face you, shyly smiling as you move around the sofa and stand in front of him, your fingertips brushing along his.

“Yeah,” You chuckle softly. “I guess that’d be a good start.”

[prose-for-hire]

The Cabin

Pairing: Faith x reader

Request: Maybe ❝ is that your idea of a costume? ❞ and “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.” with Faith x reader. Faith is attracted to readers costume but pulls the whole little kid pulling crushes pigtails with their words type thing. Thanks a million and no worries if you aren't inspired or you are writing and get to it and realize you have too many requests or something.

Requested by: anon

Warning: Swearing. Threat/violence. Serial killer. 

A/N: Reader’s family owns a cabin (in the woods). Reader is wearing a Halloween costume. You’re dressed as a vampire. I felt I had to assign something so I’m sorry if you don’t like it – you can imagine you’re something else it’s not essential to the plot.

You and Faith liked each other. It was widely known by pretty much every resident of Sunnydale, demons and humans alike. The only people that weren’t aware that one had feelings for the other were you and Faith. You definitely knew you liked here but you weren’t aware she felt the same. But you had been dropping hints and trying to vie for her attention when you could, without success.

This was your last resort. You were spending the Halloween weekend away at a cabin in the woods. You had convinced Faith to drive you both down there. You told her that the others would meet you there, but you may have forgotten to invite anyone else. You had been sick of waiting for a moment to create itself organically and decided to take destiny into your own hands.

She pulled up in and didn’t get out, just honked her horn at you and waited. She was excited to see you, but she didn’t show it. She didn’t want to be rejected – she knew she was punching every time she tried to create a moment with you. You eventually came out of your front door, hauling a large bag for the weekend. As soon as she saw you, it knocked the breath from her body. Your costume. You were a vampire this Halloween. For a slayer, she was ridiculously attracted to the way you looked as a stereotypical vampire.

“Is that your idea of a costume?” you asked as you stopped next to her rolled down window on the driver’s side. You looked her up and down and frowned. She hadn’t dressed up. She was in her usual clothes. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you as if she wasn’t obsessed with you in your outfit.

“We’re going to your folk’s cabin, how am I meant to know there was a fuckin’ dress code”

“It’s Halloween! Of course there’s gonna be fancy dress!” you gave her a look as if to say it was a very obvious requirement. She shrugged, clearly not dashing back home to get her little Bopeep costume.

“Get in, y/n/n” She said “D’ya know the way?” she called as you opened the boot and placed your weekend bag inside.

“It’s kinda off the beaten track, but that’s part of it’s beauty. I have a map” You offered as you shut it and walked around to the passenger side with a smile. She didn’t reply, just started up the car and kept her eyes on the road ahead.

Faith had trouble expressing her attraction and seeing you in your costume was making it harder. Her eyes had widened, only a fraction, and she had raked her eyes along your body as subtly as she could without you noticing. 

She set off, driving like a bat out of hell down the highways as you instructed he the right way to go. She chatted a lot and you happily chipped in. She was fun to be around and you desperately wished you could tell her how you felt, but she kind of teased you when you started talking of anything serious. 

There was a lull in conversation and you looked to the back seat, noticing a baseball bat rolling about on the backseat. You squinted at the item and then back at her but shrugged. Best not to ask, it might be a Slayer thing. 

After getting lost twice, and having almost an argument every five minutes, you finally rolled up the drive.

“Hell’s cove. Are you kiddin’?” she asked after reading the name on the cabin that someone in your family had decided on generations ago. The sign was kind of old and faded.

“It’s named after the beach down the road. We live on Hell’s mouth, it’s not much different” You assured her, but the shiver that ran up your spine and rang through to your brain. It vibrated with concern as if it were the bell you would try to hit using a hammer on a carnival game.

 In the cabin you both started to settle in. You took a deep breath, trying to think how to word what you needed to say. You decided to just get it over with.

“Oh, uh, the others kinda cancelled...” you mutter, turning away to check in the cupboards. She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. She was actually really pleased that she had you alone.

“Whatever” She shrugged.

“I guess we’ll have to make our own fun” You smiled and she rolled her eyes, but couldn’t quite conceal her smile. 

It was later in the evening and you had put some music on. There was a wood fire going and you were bustling about in your outfit with Faith watching you from her seat. You reached to close a cupboard but paused just before you contacted with the wood.

Had it been the crackling of the fire? The music? Movement from inside the shopping bag? No. Your gut told you no. Something was wrong. That noise was coming from inside the house.

“D-do you hear that?” You mutter, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the fire.

“What?” She asked as you go and turn the music right down.

“That... noise”

“Aw, y/n, you never told me you were scared of the things that go bump in the-”  She was stopped mid-sentence. She heard it this time. The strange rattling that appeared to be close and yet so far away. You and Faith stared at each other and didn’t say anything. It started to sound closer and closer and then it just stopped.

An eerie silence, all you could hear was yours and Faith’s breathing. You wanted to grab for her hand. But you didn’t want her to think you couldn’t be tough. 

You slowly managed to regulate your breathing, after staying still and waiting. Just as you relaxed, a new noise echoed through the cabin.

Knock knock knock.

You jumped. Faith was about to get up but you ran to the door, insistent on not giving into your fear. You swung the door open but nobody was outside. In fact, nothing outside was moving. It was creepily still. The lights weren’t on and there was no movement. You slowly closed the door, the creaking echoing back to you from the tree line.

You turned away starting to walk towards her, wishing you could run into her arms-

Knock knock knock.

It rang through the cabin, you jumped and paused before walking over there. You were staring to feel sick. Scared. This time, Faith came with you. You swung the door open and you were presented with the never ending darkness of the night.

You were so spooked you hadn’t even noticed the door. But Faith had, she tapped your shoulder and pointed.

“Were they there before?” She asked, already knowing the answer. This was all she needed, some demon coming in and ruining her chances with you. You looked to what she was gesturing at. Deep scratch marks had been left in the front door. They were nail marks. They had dragged across the front door after you had arrived. 

A shadow goes across the window and you jump. You caught it from your peripheral vision. You moved to her side and she frowned, as you whispered what you had seen. She looked towards the window but not able to see anything. She didn’t leave your side, she allowed you to huddle close to her without comment. You stayed that way for a while until a loud noise made you jump from you place by her side.

The lights had started to flicker before suddenly leaving you both in a flood of darkness. You were trapped in the shadows.

“No no no!” You shouted in frustration and she had to clasp a hand against your mouth to stop you screaming louder. She moved her hand and walked to look out of the window, checking that it was clear. She turned to you, concern evident.

“We’re outta here” She muttered and you nodded. You wanted to leave too. She grabbed your hand and lead you straight out of the door and back the way you had entered. 

You both dashed straight to the car and got in. She fumbled with the keys as you turned and manually locked the car doors. Faith turned the key in the ignition but the car wouldn’t start. She tried again, but with no luck. 

She hit the steering wheel twice in frustration and when that didn’t work she muttered, “Shit. It’s dead”

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches…” You muttered, banging your head in frustration against the dashboard, “…And I’m 90% sure there’s a serial killer on the loose”

“Okay, what decade are you living in? I’ve gotta torch in here” she muttered, moving you out of the way, her hand lingering slightly on your shoulder, before she started looking in the glove compartment, “See?” She flashed the torch in your eyes to prove it worked as you complained and shoved her hand away from you. She smiled and turned to open the door and leave the car.

“You can’t go out there! What if he- what if there’s someone waiting to-?”

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much. But hey, I got the Slayer thing goin’ for me so I’m gonna check it out – you should stay”

“I’m not staying in here on my own dressed like this!” you gestured at your costume which wasn’t suitable for the weather or if you were honest, suitable to be seen in public in. It was a little too well-fitted and you really wished you hadn’t dressed up thinking about Faith’s approval.

“Just lock the door, I’ll be back for ya” she winked before turning to walk away.

“I don’t know that! You could be in on it, waiting to hold me down for the creepy shadow guy!” You hissed, opening the door and slipping out.

“Why would I do that?” She squinted, assuming it had been quite obvious that she had a soft spot for you. I mean, she had driven you here hadn’t she? Her well-timed jibes the way she hinted her affection. It was flirting 101, but apparently you hadn’t been taught that teasing and comments designed to brush someone off were now considered flirting.

“Well you don’t seem to like me very much. I mean, I had hoped you were covering for some-” you stopped yourself. You had hoped her attitude was a kinda cover-up for her real feelings. But now you just felt stupid. And cold.

“I came to Creepsville for you, on Halloween. D’you think I’d do that for anyone?” She laughed as you slammed the car door shut and moved to stand by her side rather than safely get back into the car, “What’re you doin’? Stay there”

“I’m not leaving you to go out there! I’m... back up!”

“Back up? We’re never getting’ out of here alive” she quipped, shaking her head. But the small smile suggested that she appreciated you wanting to stick by her side.

“I have fake fangs in my pocket, if anyone gets too close I’ll snap at them” you said very seriously but Faith could help fully laughing at you. You really did make her smile, it brightened her day. Even in a situation like this.

You both walked the perimeter. You had a jacket, but it was pretty thin material and you were cursing yourself for it every step you walked around the perimeter of the cabin. You knew it was cold up here and yet you had sacrificed yourself for the Halloween costume. She rolled her eyes and offered her leather jacket to you, “Take it”

“Thanks” you say softly, a contrast from your spooky costume, “Do you, uh, do you actually like me?” you finally had the courage to ask. It only took a life or death situation to make you finally do it. It could be your last chance, after all.

“What?”

“You said that you wouldn’t come here for… anyone” you pressed.

“I said that, huh?”

“Yep. So, does this mean that-” You finally decided to ask. To see how she felt. But she cut you off.

“We don’t have time for this, y/n/n” She cut you off quickly, unsure of how to express herself. How to explain exactly what you meant to her. But you wouldn’t let her off the hook this time.

“There’s never a good time! I like you! I want to kiss you and hold your hand and all of that!” It finally exploded, pouring from your mouth, “You drive me places, you let me share your jacket and you tried to protect me before – don’t tell me you’re too cool to feel the same way… please?” your voice tailed off slightly.

She closed the space between you. Unable to put into words how you made her feel. She kissed you, in a way you would never have expected. It was slow, almost gentle. She kissed so softly, featherlight at first. She cherished every part of you, her hands now on either side of your face as the kiss deepened, both showing your want. Her non-verbal confirmation of everything. You were the one. You kissed her as if it was the last thing you would ever do. Your desire to have more of her. To have her in every way she would let you. Your lips gliding over hers, parting for her so easily. You had dreamt of this for so long and the feeling was better than you could have imagined. Somehow, you were now pressed against the thick trunk of a tree, her body pressed against yours. She kissed more urgently, the chill of the air whipping around you as you both leant into the fiery embrace.

Just as midnight tolled on a clock that neither of you could hear as the nearest town was so far away, evil walked towards you. This would be where the eerie music would have started playing, if you had really been inside a horror movie. Where the music would start to reach a crescendo, allowing the

A twig snapped and you sprung apart. A figure stood there, his head cocked to the side. A mask, he was wearing a mask. He was holding a knife and he was running his pointing finger along the tip of the knife with the other hand. He was toying with you, not realising who he was dealing with.

Faith scoffed, the kiss from you filling her with more self-assurance than she knew what to do with. She had just got the one person she never thought she would. She felt invincible. She ran straight for the killer, who started to wildly stab at her. But Faith had more practice than him. She was a brilliant fighter and managed to disarm him almost immediately. He didn’t go down easily though.

You left her and her eyes widened. You had gone to grab the baseball bat that you had eyed on the back seat on your journey over here. But she thought you had left her. She nodded, telling herself she should have expected you would leave. Everyone did.

Faith had been distracted watching you walk away. He took his chance and tackled her and they went rolling down the bank together, narrowly missing the trees and landing near a body of water. you just caught them tumbling as you ran back, the bat in your hand. You skidded down the hill, hurrying after them when you returned. She was punching him repeatedly, hitting anywhere she could now. The fight had been on a long time and this human was surprisingly agile. Almost superhuman.

You swung the bat behind you, steadying your breathing. You tried to visualise the shot you needed to take. You moved back, quickly smashing the splintered bat against the back of his head. The bat returning to you slicked with blood.

You gasped, staring at the bat as he sunk to his knees and eventually lay on the ground of the woods that had been littered with pines. The sticky liquid now running down the bank and into the once clear water below.

She ran over to you, taking the bat and insisting you saved her life. That you had to do it or you both would have died. You went cold, staring at the masked figure. You nodded along with her words, getting used to the idea that you had just killed someone. She stepped over the body to embrace you, holding you to her as she could tell you were still in shock. As you sunk into her arms, lulled into the soft embrace of security, the hair on the back of your neck started to raise. 

Something was wrong.

A large, garbled breath rattled. A horrifying gasp as the figure moved from the floor and reached to grab at your ankle. He wrapped his hand around you, gripping tight. You start to open your mouth in shock, struggling against him. Faith sprung into action immediately, she kicked him and then stamped down on the mask hard several times. Making sure that this time he wouldn’t get up again.

Much like a Scooby-doo villain the man behind the mask looked a little pathetic compared to his persona. He had messed with the wrong pair and you had both shown him before he was sent to his watery grave.

You both turned to leave, covered in dirt and lightly caked in what you presumed was blood. Faith wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to climb back up the bank in the early dawn light. Both vowing never to return to the cabin again.

[365days365movies]

May 7, 2021: TRON (1982)

Starting to leave lo-fi sci-fi with this one.

Can I just say, I am VERY excited for this one. Mostly because it’s hard to get more ‘80s than this movie, specifically in terms of computers. I’ll explain. Y’know Jurassic Park? Yeah, the same movie I’ve brought up far, FAR too many times this month. Is...is that my favorite sci-fi movie? Shit, it might be? I’ve read the books, I’ve seen the movie COUNTLESS times...I’m pretty sure it is! Huh. Go figure. Anyway, where was I?

Oh, right! Remember the most irritating character in the movie? This is, in my opinion, older sister Lex Murphy. In the book, for the record, she’s a VERY different character. She’s the youngest sibling amongst the two, and she’s a sports nerd who hates dinosaurs. And she’s also the most annoying character in the book, so at least they kept that consistent. However, you may be saying to yourself: “Jesus, this dude really loves Jurassic Park. Even in the intro for Tron, he’s talking about it. Why the hell does he keep bringing it up?”

Well, allow me to explain. When I was 9 years old, I was super into two things: dinosaurs and reading. You may think that I wasn’t very popular in school as a result. And the truth won’t surprise you. Anyway, on January 3rd, 2001, it was a cold morning in the supermarket when

...OK, lemme get to the point. IT’S A UNIX SYSTEM!

See, this moment when Lex hacks into the computer to reactivate the locks (a task given to Tim in the book, but whatever) does two things. One, it makes Lex relevant in a film and story where she’s almost entirely unneeded. And two, it established something in the minds of movie-watchers everywhere: a completely misguided idea of what computer programming is.

And this is just one of MANY examples of Hollywood weirdly representing computers to the public. This was kind of a trend throughout the ‘80s and ‘90s, as computers were beginning to become available to the public. Examples are:

WarGames (1983), dir. John Badham

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), dir. James Cameron

Revenge of the Nerds (1984), dir. Jeff Kanew

Weird Science (1985), dir, John Hughes

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), dir. Russo Bros

That last one isn’t a great example, and it’s not even within the right time period. I just love Arnim Zola, and he NEEDS TO RETURN to the MCU. Goddamn it, I want this guy back, complete with his full robot body! COME ON FIEGE, LOOK AT THIS GUY! That last one may or may not be my fanart for the character with my own design NEVERTHEGODDAMNLESS!

Look, all you gotta do is connect the various machinations of Arnim Zola to the foundations of AIM, which is easy given their link in the comics. Zola and his fellow Paperclip scientists helped fund Aldrich Killian’s AIM, and the project to give Zola his sick-ass robot body eventually wound up being a part of the project that would create the hovering robotic chair used by this guy.

THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED PLEASE

...Ahem.

Anyway, the weird-ass ways that Hollywood’s represented computers, hacking, and all other associated things can be traced back to 1982, when the first film to use mostly computer generated imagery for its setting was created. This was, of course, Disney’s TRON. And while I haven’t seen it before...I’ve see its sequel in theaters?

On a related note, Tron Legacy might be a mediocre film with a mediocre soundtrack, but GODDAMN DO IT LOVE THE FUCKING VISUALS. It’s genuinely my favorite aesthetic. That whole “outlined in light” thing? Goooooooh, BABY, how I love it.

Style over substance, but OH THE FUCKING STYLE

Anyway, despite that, I’m looking forward to seeing where the whole thing came from. I dig that style, too. Is there a name for those aesthetics? Let me know, so I can devote my life to it forever. Anyway, shall we get started?

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

So, we start this movie off with a BANG, jumping into an arcade where two kids are playing none other than Lightcycle, and jumping into said Lightcycles to meet one of the drivers, Sark (David Warner). A sadistic program, he takes great pleasure in executing programs in Lightcycle races.

One of these programs, in fact, is being brought into imprisonment now, to be set against Sark in a race. The program, Crom (Peter Jurasik), speaks with fellow prisoner Ram (Dan Shor), where we get some idea of the lore of this place. Many programs believe in “the Users”, god-like figures who they believe created them and tell them what to do. However, the mysterious Master Control Program is rounding up the programs that believe in Users, taking over their functions or executing them. Diggin’ the lore so far.

In the real world, we meet Kevin Flynn (Jeff Bridges), a computer programmer commanding his own program, Clu (also Bridges), and...look, I’m not sure what they’re doing, but OHHH. IT’S A UNIX SYSTEM, BABY. The beautiful bullshit that this movie uses to denote computer activity and programming, it’s...MMMMMMMMMCHEF’SKISS, it’s so FUCKING GOOD!

Anyway, Clu’s apparently being sent to find some information, but he’s caught by Master Control. Jeff Bridges shows off some pretty over-the-top acting, but it’s charming as hell. Clu’s interrogated by Master Control Program (also Warner), and killed, or “derezzed”. This frustrates Flynn, but why?

Well, we get a clue from MCPs concentration with Ed Dillinger (David Warner), who arrives at his office in the COOLEST FUCKING HELICOPTER I HAVE EVER SEEN. I will never make enough money to have this helicopter, but maybe one day I can do it to a car, holy shit. Anyway, Dillinger lands and enters the ENCOM building, where he speaks with his computer table, which contains MCP.

Is this a thing with computer programmers? Do they, like, physically talk to their programs, and the programs talk back? Is this a thing that happens? Are the conversations interesting? Are IT people literally computer-whisperers? I gotta talk to my friends in computer sciences and IT about this.

Apparently, Flynn’s been snooping around their servers for a specific file, and they’re trying to stop him from getting that file. Meanwhile, in an office in the building, a man named Alan Bradley (Bruce Boxleitner) is blocked out of the system in an attempt to flush out Flynn’s location. Bradley’s summoned to the office for what seems like a routine interview, but is actually more of an investigation. Doesn’t go anywhere.

On a side note, by the way, it would appear that MCP is somewhat in control of Dillinger. Although, how and why is unknown. In any case, he’s attempting to amass power. Additionally, the fact that he’s directly speaking to one of the Users is...interesting. And on a second side note, Bradley is preparing something, a security program called “Tron”. That might come up later.

MEANWHILE, elsewhere in the building, a group of scientists are conducting an experiment to digitize solid matter and transport it into computers. It succeeds with an orange, much to their delight and celebration. One of these scientists is Lora Baines (Cindy Morgan), Flynn’s ex-girlfriend and Alan’s current girlfriend. They go to the arcade to reconvene with Flynn, much to Alan’s irritation.

Flynn not only owns the place, he’s also a game whiz, brilliant computer programmer, and recently fired ex-employee of ENCOM. He’s also been sneaking into the ENCOM system, and he details exactly why he’s moving against them. While working for ENCOM, he had started writing programs for some very complex video games, which could’ve have made him quite a bit of money. But Dillinger stole his files, and uses it to climb up the ranks to Senior Executive of ENCOM, while Flynn lounges in relative poverty. He’s planning on getting into the system to get evidence of Dillinger’s wrongdoing.

The trio plots to take down Dillinger and get the evidence together, breaking into ENCOM that night. Meanwhile, Dillinger’s meeting with Walter Gibbs (Barnard Hughes), a co-founder of the company, and one of the other scientists who made the digitizing machine. Dillinger says YOUR TIME IS OVER OLD MAN, and brushes off his concerns about he’s handing the company.

He’s not the only one with issues, as MCP decides to take over FOR Dillinger. Apparently, Dillinger’s talents are stealing data and creating Cybernet/HAL 9000. Good job, buddy. But that may end, when Alan goes to finish and install his program, Tron, which will hopefully take MCP down. Meanwhile, Lora and Flynn go to the basement with the digitizing machine. At the computer terminal, MCP decides to stop Flynn by...well, you know where this is headed.

Yup! Flynn’s brought into the computer by Lora’s machine, and is digitized and put into the game grid. And since we’ll be spending a lot of time there, I think I need to acknowledge something: I really love how this movie looks. The CGI is rudimentary, but it’s used surprisingly well. Consider that this is also made in an era where this is the kind of imagery that computers could literally generate at the time, and you’ve got a pretty great movie in-context.

Flynn, now in those spiffy program duds, is sent by the MCP to compete in the Game Grid, under Sark’s supervision and tutelage. He’s thrown into the brig with the other imprisoned programs, where he learns more about this world. Once brought into the throes of the Game Grid, he’s told that those who believe in the Users are to be trained poorly, ensuring their inevitable death. Meanwhile, those who renounce their belief will be spared. And of all the programs who still believe in the Users, there is none quite as powerful...as Tron (Bruce Boxleitner again).

We see Tron’s badass skills in Ultimate Frisbee. And OK, it’s not Ultimate Frisbee, but you throw discs that contain all of your essence and all of the things you’ve learned in your time there. You basically pour your entire essence and being into the disc as you throw it. So, really, it is Ultimate Frisbee, according to that one dude who’s REALLY into Ultimate Frisbee.

Flynn is commanded to play one of these games, and he winds fairly easily. However, when he defeats his opponent, he’s almost about to die. However, Flynn refuses to finish him off, leading Sark to do so instead. And Sark is tempted to kill Flynn as well, but he holds off at the last moment.

Flynn finally gets to meet Tron, where he feigns being a program that knows of his User, Alan. Of course, Tron looks exactly like Alan, which is why Flynn blurts out his name. But as they’re discussing this, Flynn, Tron, and fellow prisoner Ram are sent to compete in the Lightcycles. And, yes, I’m now looking for a game like this on my phone, because GODDAMN to I love Lightcycles. Can’t WAIT for the Disney World ride, oh my GOOOOD. 

So, our guys get in the Lightcycles, and they outmaneuver Sark’s guys. They’re actually able to escape the arena and the Game Grid, making it outside the citadel. They encounter a, uh, bitstream, and soak up some energy before moving on. On the way, though, they’re nearly killed by Sark’s guys in tanks, and Tron is separated from Flynn an the unconscious Ram.

Flynn and Ram finds a place to rest and hide, and Flynn discovers that, as a User, he actually has the ability to somewhat manipulate the reality within the computer, and he makes a version of MCPs ships, the Recognizers, which resemble the villains in Flynn’s game that Dillinger stole. Now realizing that Flynn is a user, Ram asks him to help Tron, before dying and disappearing into pure code. Whoof.

Tron, meanwhile, ends up finding an input/output program named Yori (Cindy Morgan), who helps him in his escape. She takes him through the city, where we see some interesting designs for control programs, almost like a Hunger Games Panem sort of deal.

Flynn has trouble driving his ship, as he meets a “bit”, a small bit of data that only answers in yes or no. He, too, ends up in the city, and you start to notice that this film has a really heavy influence in our cyberpunk concepts and fashions today. Honestly, I really dig this whole thing. Kevin uses his programming powers to disguise himself as one of Sark’s guards, while Yori and Tron find their way through the main citadel of the guards.

They make their way through to the access tower, where they ask the program Dumont (Barnard Hughes again) to let them access the interface that will allow them to speak with the Users, specifically Alan. Reluctantly, Dumont agrees to let Tron through, where he goes to the access port. Which, for the record, looks awesome. He goes to speak with Alan, and he does that one pose. Y’know, the famous Tron pose that’s on the poster?

Yeah, that’s the good stuff. Anyway, he gets information written onto his disc that’ll allow him to kill MCP. Neat. And unfortunately, that’s exactly when Sark and his guys show up, taking Dumont away as Tron and Yori escape. Yori gets them onto a Solar Sailer, a device that will transport them to the central computer. Tron fends off some of Sark’s guys with video game noise kicks, and the Solar Sailer arrives to take them away.

Sark chases after them, but the pair manage to outrun his very cool-looking ship. MCP threatens to destroy Sark for his failure, but he promises that he’ll be able to get them. On the ship, Tron looks down at the side to see Flynn hanging on. Turns out that he was one of the guards that attacked the two. Tron pulls him up onto the ship, and Flynn reveals that he is, in fact, a user. He also reveals that Users aren’t exactly the gods that programs believe them to be.

Anyway, how’s Dumont doing?

Ah.

Well, the Recognizers find Tron, Yori, and Flynn, and chase after them on the light beam the Solar Sailer is on. However, with his User powers, Flynn manages to get the Sailer onto a different beam, while pulses on the original beam destroy the Recognizers.

Doesn’t end up mattering much, though, as Sark finally catches up and intercepts the group. The Solar Sailer is destroyed, and Yori and Flynn are thrown in the brig with Dumont, who’s still alive! Can’t say quite as much for Tron, apparently. But, again, I can only assume that Ton is still alive. We’ll see, though. Sark denies Flynn’s identity as a User for some reason (I mean, MCP told you who he was, but OK), and he sentences them all to death. Outside the ship, of course, is Tron, who’s hiding and waiting for the right time to strike. And that is when we finally see him.

Glorious. Absolutely goddamn glorious. MCP is taking the remaining programs that believe in Users, Dumont included, and incorporating them into his mass. Meanwhile, Sark has found Tron, and the two are fighting with a classic game of Ultimate Frisbee. Tron nearly defeats Sark entirely, but MCP revives him, and gives him the power to take out Tron. He grows gigantic, and it looks genuinely really convincing.

Flynn prepares to take out MCP once and for all, and kisses Yori just beforehand, which is weird as shit. He jumps into the program, and controls it just long enough for Tron to throw his disc at it and land the finishing blow. And with that, MCP is ended, and the threat of take over is gone! The I/O towers light up, and the Video Warriors have won! Don’t ask me what that means, I study birds.

And with ALL OF THAT DONE, Flynn gets the proof he needs from a print-out that, to be honest, I feel like he could’ve just typed up himself. It doesn’t look like that much. But, still, MCP is gone, Dillinger’s screwed, and Flynn now gets a cool-looking helicopter of his own, as the new CEO of ENCOM. And from there, he will become a deadbeat dad that abandons his kid to live in computers forever. Or something like that, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Tron Legacy.

And that’s Tron, a goofy movie of its time, but one that’s a lot of fun all the same. And with some effects that, to be honest...I actually really liked! But more on that...IN THE REVIEW! See you there!

[kinetic-elaboration]

June 17: 1x23 The Omega Glory

Watched the very uneven episode “The Omega Glory” today. Upon some reflection.. I think I have seen it? But I think my last rewatch ended abruptly after “By Any Other Name” so it might have been some time ago.

Anyway, it was... something. Decent, I might even say good, until the last 10-15 minutes and then it just went off a cliff? That’s how I’d summarize it.

Sulu, my beloved. I’ve missed you.

Kirk knows where all the ships are. I mean, obviously, but I love to hear it.

Phasers on heavy stun huh?

It’s so weird to be on a different ship. That looks like the same ship. It’s so empty and haunted looking.

With creepy crystal remains of bodies everywhere.

“These white crystals... are the crew.”

Something was thirsty!! Perhaps... a water vampire? Perhaps... a former McCoy girlfriend?

(Honestly having watched the whole ep...they could have expanded this intro longer. It was creepy and mysterious. Then cut the last act.)

Oh no, they’ve been infected and now must quarantine. Sort of. I guess.

...Oh no, is this Vietnam? Again?

“Our old enemy, Vietnam.”

My mother suggested the disease might be communism and I don’t think that metaphor tracks through the whole episode but you know what.. anything’s possible.

I don’t like this whole “you can’t leave the planet or you’ll get sick and die” thing. Too familiar.

"I may never be able to leave this planet but I have a worse problem: a colleague may be breaking a rule."

Says the man who has frequently violated a directive that has never been referred to as Prime before.

Kirk is getting very mumbly. That’s his serious voice.... bu it’s also his Denny Crane voice lol.

Like bio warfare in the 90s? TOS really thought the 90s was going to be the dark ages, didn’t it?

Only 90s kids remember...

Spock bursting in with a wounded man, just bringing the drama, as he does.

He’s not even listening to McCoy. Rude.

Spock absolutely 100% would have killed Captain Tracey on instinct as soon as Kirk is threatened.

Sulu’s in command? I love Captain Sulu but where is Scotty?

Kirk is so good. Clever, strong, smart. Knows all the regulations.

Tracey’s so dumb. “They’ve eradicated disease and live for hundreds of years!” Man, have you considered that they are...aliens? And their life spans are simply.... naturally longer than human life spans? And even if you could isolate the serum, it might not work on humans?

And his master plan is to isolate their immunity and bottle it for profit. It’s our old enemy... capitalism and the exploitation of intellectual property.

A fight scene!

“The pointy-eared one stays.”

Another fight scene!

Spock is watching all of this, and you know what, I feel like he’s not upset about it. It’s just like Pre-Reform Vulcan. Perhaps some... Amok Time flashbacks? “Damn, I wish that was me.”

Peanut gallery Spock.

“I wish you could teach me that.” / “I have tried.” Omg where is my scene of Spock trying to teach Kirk the nerve pinch?

And then that look Kirk gives him.

I don’t get the point of this scene but it amuses me that as soon as McCoy sees the pretty girl, he feels better.

A post-apocalyptic alien world... a very interesting concept. Like you could do a lot with that idea imo.

“That’s our worship word [freedom too.” Umm.... questionable.

Damn bitch, that was cold. Just knocking him out like that.

Damn yankee.

...Yankee and Communist dammit.

McCoy’s not even surprised to see Kirk and Spock out of jail.

Nature created a natural counterbalance to the biological disease. Where is OUR natural counterbalance, I ask?

McCoy sounds extra Southern rn. It’s all the stress.

I really don’t think Shatner gets enough credit for his subtlety. His face when McCoy explains the whole situation...

Oh he's mad now. "You've hurt Spock for nothing! Oh yeah and also killed thousands but MOSTLY THE SPOCK THING!”

Whereas Tracey really doesn’t seem to care about anything but war for its own sake. He knows now that his master plan for immortality was nothing the whole time...but he still needs to call those Yangs.

In other words, another once-reputable figure of authority now gone mad.

Kirk’s voice is so casual when he’s talking to Uhura and Sulu, you feel like he’s gotta have something up his sleeve. He can never hide when he’s really upset about something.

...Apparently what he had up his sleeve was his crew knowing regulations and then another full body tackle. Fight scene 3!

"My need for attention is vital.” Same, Spock.

This is a very attenuated and unbelievable connection Kirk is making but he’s Kirk so I’ll assume it makes sense that he’s putting it all together so fast.

Alternate Universe: Vietnam canon-divergence lol.

For anyone keeping track, this is right about the point where the episode goes off the rails.

YOU’RE A ROMANTIC, JIM. Well he’s right about that at least and he should say it.

Oh no, an American flag.

Cloud William, chief and the son of chiefs. That’s continuity of government for you.

(Also pretty hilarious that this society is supposedly So American with our exact flag and Constitution and everything... but they’re not a democracy.)

I really don’t want to believe that “under God” is still in the pledge 200 years from now.

"You're confusing the stars with heaven." Kirk thinks he's being called an angel.

The absolute mishmash of meaningless, referent-free words here. America. Native Americans. Communists. The flag, the Constitution. God. Angels. Devils. What???

Like how can they both be flag worshippers AND...believers in God? Who is their God? Alien George Washington?

So rude to call Spock Kirk’s “servant.” That’s his space husband!

Is that a literal picture of Spock as a demon in their.. Bible?

I can’t even follow this anymore.

“You command him.” I mean...yes, that’s how the military works.

“He has no heart.” Wow, rude.

“His heart is different!” I stan one (1) Southern Doctor.

I feel like Spock is just... not having this at all. His face loos like he’s thinking what I’m thinking.

Oh no is that the CONSTITUTION??!

“Kill his servant” wow Tracey is obsessed with Spock, isn’t he? I guess everyone in the Fleet knows about them and their special relationship.

Spock is even amused by the knife at his throat. His eyes say "I am distressed--but fascinated!"

A FOURTH fight scene? And here I thought Kirk was going to recite the Constitution.

“I’m open to suggestions.” He’s just as worried about Kirk as McCoy is, bu the doesn’t show it.

...Yep, he’s being telepathic again. Not really in line with his usual telepathy but okay. Alien magic is flexible.

Okay I have a JD and I can confidently say there is nothing about good defeating evil in the Constitution.

And now this alien guy is immediately ready to make himself a “slave.” That seems problematic. What happened to the holy word “Freedom”?

Wow, Kirk's in a bad mood. "You can't pronounce your own holy words worth shit."

“This is only for the eyes of a Chief,” he says and Kirk just pushes him away.

Spock literally turns Tracey around for Kirk’s big final speech like “Listen up, bitch, my boyfriend’s talking.”

Is this the 4th of July episode?? Feels like there should be canons and fireworks going off behind him rn.

Idk, the words of the Constitution can't be so unique and unprecedented if a WHOLE OTHER ALIEN CIVILIZATION just came up with them, too, on their own, like monkeys typing Hamlet. (Given the timelines here... they probably did it first too lol.)

"Liberty and freedom need to be more than just words." Like what does that even mean in this context? Sounds nice but it’s very hard to put into the context of all the rest of this.

“And uh be nice to the Kohms,” after most of them (?) were probably just killed.

I really was into this until the last 10-15 minutes and I think there were under-explored concepts that could have taken the fever dream of whatever that bizarre-o fever dream at the end was. The abandoned ship. The leftovers of bio warfare. The whole weird and under-explained concept of immunity. The tragedy that so much was destroyed,, including but not limited to the whole Exeter crew, for no reason. What happened to Tracey to so destroy him--was it just greed? What about the “Prime” Directive? Is it important or not. They just leave at the end after (as Spock pointed out) doing quite a bit of their own meddling, even though meddling is allegedly the worst. Also, we know almost nothing about the Kohms at all. The “American” society clearly wasn’t democratic. Were the Kohms literally Communist?

I’m willing to accept a certain degree of alternate Earth scenarios--like Miri (though imo that was not a necessary component of that story) or Bread and Circuses, but this was too much. TOO unbelievable. And frankly unnecessary. You could do an allegory for alternate-Vietnam, and it would be just as clear but even more effective. There wouldn’t be any distraction in the form of “what the fuck is that flag doing here?”

There is a potentially incendiary concept here, which is the same one I thought of reading about actual COG plans--certain aspects of the Yanks’ culture survives, but with absolutely no meaning attached. They have a Constitution but they mispronounce all the words. They have this tattered flag but it has no other meaning. They’ve turned the symbols of the government into a religion, but they don’t practice any of the civil aspects of it--they have chiefs, not democratically appointed leaders, for example. Like, COG asks “what IS the country, and how do you make sure the country endures no matter what?” This was an opportunity to show the worst of that: the country continues to exist as symbology only--incredibly strong symbology, but only that--and all of the actual values that were supposed to be stored with that symbology have disappeared. Similarly, their hatred of their enemies endures. It’s lauded in the ep as their attempt to get “their land” back but what if it’s just war for its own sake, as Tracey seems to be engaging in? To tell that story, especially in the 60s, against the backdrop of Vietnam, and with the references to bio warfare and nuclear warfare, could be powerful. And I know TOS can work in metaphor and comparison. It doesn’t need to bring out a literal fucking flag.

Honestly, it was like they had one good, classic, sci fi story but it didn't fill 52 minutes so they tacked on the American Pride 4th of July Propaganda Extravaganza at the end.

It really felt like the lesson was “America good” lol.

I liked the concept of the post apocalyptic society in the aftermath of bio warfare as a cautionary tale for 1960s America, and I'd be up for crazed snake oil salesman Starfleet Captain (or...whatever his rank was) if it were a bit better explained. But the rest of it....

It also... could have been kinda incendiary with the idea that the Constitution and flag are religious symbols... I mean some people do treat them that way and I've always found that, first, blasphemous, and second, bizarre in such a hyper-Christian country. But I feel like instead of digging ito that, they just tempered it with "But also they're Christian, as you can tell by their drawing of devil!Spock, for some reason."

Idk, this story could have been complete with out the whole weird “Vietnam AU” back story or alternately it could have been a biting commentary about what defines America, and about whether or not our symbols might be more enduring--or even more important to people today??--than the laudable but more complex and difficult ideals that underpin the country’s founding. Are the words of the Constitution just gobbledy gook? They are if you don’t live by them, and America has always struggled to do that. It definitely would struggle even more in the aftermath of an apocalypse.

...I’m more annoyed now, thinking about the possible sci fi story that could have been...

Anyway next is an ep I’m fairly sure I haven’t  seen, so that should be fun.

[manjuhitorie]

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While the heavy news of daft punk’s breakup was sending me spiraling, The hefty amount of memories I have regarding the song ‘dirty’ filled my mind. My musical career is nothing short, I’ve seen countless bands breakup in my time. But seeing a breakup through but the screen of my PC - the vast wildness in there just exploding within - is a whole ‘nother story. A first for me. When I say ‘exploding’ I don’t mean like those flashy red explosions you might see in old tokusatsu action films, but like a black mass being fragged and leaving a trail. A kind of instantaneous explosion. Yeah, that way’s more up daft punk’s alley, all spiffy. I loved ya daft punk. I don’t think guys have been active at all since your last album release but it’s thanks to your impact that the genre future funk was inspired, so to me it feels a bit like your heir and- Wait a second I’m supposed to be writing about dirty. Ahh, I gotta pull my shit together. I can’t remember anything. AAAAAAAAA Oh yeah, this song was actually recorded before I started employing the reamp technique, So yeah. For two days straight I had been stuck at the studio dubbing my guitar, the workload so much that I was fed up, utterly exhausted- And that was when our resident engineer Hirai-san told me about ‘reamping’. There’s only three songs on REAMP that use 0 reamping, and one song that is half-and-half. Which one’s could it be~? Have fun figuring it out. If you pay attention the level of adhesion of the guitar with the other instrumentals is actually differs quite a bit, if you ask me at least. There’s a few seniors of mine who think poorly of reamping but. To each their own. Personally I have this tendency to yearn to play music backwards, So in the background of the riff of dirty there’s actually soft acoustic guitar playing backwards. Y’all should try playing some music backwards. It’s fun. Most importantly, I played loyal to the demo phrase ygarshy wrote to a T, I think. Then I used the essence of it as the basis to finish off the rest of the guitar. The gross unpleasantness of the riff and chorus are all as ygarshy’s bidding as well. Guitar phrases guitar written by non-guitarists are interesting indeed. The guitar in the middle is like the song ‘Warui Hito-tachi’ by Blankey [jet city] - or so was ygarshy’s order, thus it is how it is now. Comparing things to Blankey makes things easy, bless ya ygarshy. The intro lyric “I woke up in a trash bin, a girl is staring at me” was initially  “A girl who woke up in a trash bin is now staring at me”. But that part stuck out in ygarshy’s inspection, and he ordered me to make it “Make the main character the one who woke up in the trash bin, and the girl staring at that.” I sealed the deal by adding a “,” between “bin” and “a girl”. So take note y’all. The one who woke up in the trash was the main character. And the girl is staring at that. Got it? But why is it that the people we hate are always the ones who seem the happiest. There are times when the people we hate actually are having a good life but, There too are times when the reason they seem so happy is because we ourselves are not in a good state, so the guys who’re opposite us get all the hate. We make assumptions and try to find fault. Which makes me wonder, when I’m feeling on top of the world is someone looking at me thinking “I hate this guy.”? When I’m high on happiness are my unconscious actions making someone else feel bad? Sorta thing. The fact that this is even crossing my mind means that someone like that made me feel that way, at some point in my life. Though I’m an adult at this point so I don’t think like that much anymore. There’s people close to me who have been hurt like hell yet still bust their balls in order to somehow maintain their happiness, and I myself have a lot to be happy about.  When it was time to record the vocals ygarshy had told me to “Make it like Bladerunner”, so I tried. Though in the end it became more like Toyoda Toshiaki’s “Pornostar” if you ask me. Porno Star is a movie starring Chihara Junior, back before he got into a motorcycle accident, in the so-called ‘Jackknife’ era. He turns into a yakuza killer machine, pulling tons of knives out of his bag and making yakuza into mincemeat. It’s a true jackknife style movie. Loitering the streets of Shibuya in the 90’s; contrary to the content it has a bit of a mellow lost downer atmosphere to it. I’ve no fucking clue what’s going through Chihara Junior’s head and that makes it all the cooler, I highly recommend y’all go watch it. The imagery of the hallucinations Junior sees in the scene when he awakens to his murderous desires is awesome as well. dip’s work on the soundtrack is sick too. If you watch the movie then after go listen to ‘dirty’ I bet you’ll be going “Ah~”. That’s all I have to say. Shinoda

[aragima]

hannibal questions! 🍖🔪

@nietzscheantrout @horrorlesbians and @hanniba1 wanted me to answer these hannibal questions and i wrote too much but oh well! thanks to all 3 of you ilu!!!

favorite episode and why: oh we’re just goin straight to the hard questions huh um OKAY so i think i can only do an ep a season - s1: SORBET SUPREMACY! you get to see the exact moment will looks at hannibal and thinks “.........shit. it’s him isn’t it. he’s The One. SHIT.” and that is so important to me - s2: this one is really hard maybe naka-choko? it’s so fucking gay and sexy. but tome-wan... but mizumono............ yeah idk - s3: torn between digestivo and the wrath of the lamb cuz they both hurt SOOO good much; i love will breaking up with hannibal and hannibal manipulating the situation so will can’t leave asldkjansk it’s so toxic we have to stan..... and for twotl i mean do i really have to give a reason every scene LIVES in my mind and it contains my favorite shot in the whole show:

that is LOVE baby! that is DESIRE! that is being ENTHRALLED!!!!

least favorite episode and why: i feel like they’re all so necessary that it’s kind of impossible to say but probably antipasto. i get sick of hannibal and bedelia’s shenanigans really quickly and as much as i hate to admit it... i miss will. i also think it was an extremely weak season opener and i blame it for getting the show canceled sjshshsgsg the resentment...

favorite side character: chiyoh or jimmy or actually wait— RANDALL TIER 🖤

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be?: RANDALL FUCKING TIER. i want there to be a weird thing with him and hannibal and will going on. but also i love what his death did for will so idfk, other than him it’s gotta be beverly

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: i was supposed to make hannibal’s osso bucco recipe like 3 weeks ago but it completely slipped my mind so i guess i’ll get on that my next grocery trip  

which side character would you kill off?: chilton just because for god’s sake just let the man DIE ALREADY poor guy <- i’m taking ava’s answer because YEAH

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at?: nah. the skin ripping scenes at the beginning of either kaiseki or sakizuki (idk i don’t remember, i hardly watch s2a) are particularly brutal but i tough it out

biggest ship: i mean do i even have to say

why did you start watching hannibal?: my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, and her dad were watching it as it was airing and i was like “oh cool hannibal lecter origin story” but due to inconsistent access to the episodes i would just watch it randomly and that is... not the way to watch hannibal. i gave up around the end of s2 but knew hannigram was It regardless. i decided to watch s3 for the first time earlier this year just to have finished it and was like HOLD UP and did an immediate rewatch that left me... well, how i am now

favorite hannibal fic if you’ve read any?:

oh boy. yall ready for this? all of these can be found on ao3 obviously (i’m so sorry this is so long but i guess i’ve been asked to put together a fic rec anyway)

as soft, as wide as air by blackknightsatellite, the ladders series by emungere, blackbird by emungere, consenting to dream series by emungere, taken for rubies by emungere, at first meeting by emungere, protect me from what i want by @alienfuckeronmain, god of the cold, cold wars by highermagic, the abyss smiled back by highermagic, pomegranate seeds by highermagic, absolute zero by highermagic, in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini, TKO by sidnihoudini, oh dear by lunarwench, each according to its kind by chapparral_crown, a flood in our hearts by nanoochka, let me sinful be by darlingred, uncomplicated by stratumgermanitivum & youaremydesign, good bones by @damnslippyplanet​, like they do in babylon by @damnslippyplanet​, your obedient servant by kareliasweet, past our satellites by shotgunsinlace, only the tender meat by isagel, the shape of me will always be you by missdisoriental, a white-walled room by rodabonor, spleen et idéal by rodabonor, the paper doll series by rodabonor, a common point of interest by rodabonor [i do NOT like a/b/o stuff but if i did... it’s this fic], just thought you should know by earthsickwithoutyou, the sacrificial lamb by princesskay, transcendent suffering by itsbeautiful, not something polite by moistdrippings, leave your message after the tone by onewhositswithturtles, holes in the floor of the mind by feverdreamblood, crossing caina by feverdreamblood, the archipelago series by melusine10, but seas between us braid hae roar’d by kareliasweet

have you watched any of the hannibal films?: yeah all of them except manhunter! i grew up watching silence of the lambs because my mom loved it and i went thru a big edward norton phase as a teen so i’ve seen red dragon like 10 times

have you read the thomas harris books?: no and i’m not going to lmao #fakefan

favorite murder tableau: if we’re talking just hannibal’s- the judge. if we’re talking Murder Bad But Kinda Pretty like in general probably the mushroom people or the totem

favorite blood spill: will imagining hannibal while he beats randall to death or The Gutting of Will Graham

what’re some of your headcanons?: - will is good at shibari (backed up in canon: his fishing knots, the firefly man’s full body hishi karada harness) - hannibal rarely listens to modern, non-classical music but he’s a björk fan and he saw one of her chapel performances during the vespertine era and was Moved - will listens to classic rock (zeppelin, the doors, pink floyd) with some classic country (patsy, merle, johnny) and blues (billie, muddy, bessie) thrown in. he’s also a sucker for early/mid-90s college rock/alternative/grunge - will plays the piano (because of the piano in his living room) and the harmonica (because he’s country white trash); he’s kind of shit tho - hannibal fell for will somewhere between “my thoughts are often not tasty” and “you won’t like me when i’m psychoanalyzed” (love at first sight! at last sight! at ever and ever sight!!!) - will’s circumcised, hannibal isn’t 🤪 - hannibal’s a gemini!!!! adaptable, creative, intelligent, outgoing, impulsive, etc - will’s an aquarius!!!!! analytical, a loner, temperamental, unique, compassionate, etc - will’s mom was jewish go read my fic about it https://archiveofourown.org/works/26774326 - hannibal is an agender man (tbh i think of this as canon, it’s just unstated/undefined) - hannibal can speak russian, spanish, and a teensy bit of portuguese in addition to the other languages we know he speaks (lithuanian, english, french, italian, japanese) - will speaks limited amounts of french; he learned it as a kid in louisiana - ED TW will sometimes has a Difficult relationship with food due to food instability by the way of poverty as a kid and goes through periods where it’s hard to keep himself fed, but hannibal is so good for him in that way because he keeps him from going hungry 😓 (yes this is me projecting but also it makes SENSE) - hannibal typically bottoms but THEY DEFINITELY ARE BOTH VERS and will never stops being surprised by how much he loves catching a dick. every time is like religious experience. okay? okay - they’re also both very kinky and switches but tbh.... will was made to Dom hannibal like that’s the reason he exists he could drag that old bitch around by a leash and hannibal would be in heaven HANNIBAL WOULD CALL HIM SIR - the first time they have sex hannibal comes like immediately but he isn’t embarrassed because he’s hannibal fucking lecter and hannibal lecter doesn’t get embarrassed - i have a hc for their favorite sex positions but i’m not gonna put that here because i don’t want yall calling me crazy any more than you probably already do but if you wanna know just DM me all i do is think about them fucking it’s a curse - okay no more dirty stuff abigail called hannibal “dad” on more than one occasion and it was half-joking but it also felt comfortable to her; she never thought to call will “dad” because he’s a weirdo and never knew her as much as he knew his idea of her - hannibal taught her to play piano at the cliff house - beverly is pansexual!!! - brian and jimmy kissed one time when they were drunk and they NEVER talk about it EVER - chiyoh is straight probably. i know, i know, everyone says she’s a lesbian and if she’s a lesbian to you that’s awesome! she’s a lesbian! but idk i just think she’s SO fucking straight and tbh i mourn bc that’s my wife. she could MAYBE be bicurious... - chiyoh is non-monogamous and doesn’t do serious relationships, she doesn’t like the idea of being tied to one person ever since she left the lecter castle - she helped hannibal and will escape after The Fall; she told hannibal she would continue to watch over him and i think she did, she got them a boat and got them the fuck out of there - MOLLY IS DOING SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT WILL. SHE’S SO GLAD SHE GOT OUT OF THAT WHEN SHE DID. she has a good, long talk with alana and finds out all the shit about him and hannibal that will never told her (and it was a lot), gets drunk and burns all his shit, and then washes her hands of the whole thing; moves to a different state, gets a girlfriend, and never thinks about will again

okay i’m capping it there or i’m never gonna stop!! i’m not tagging anyone cuz i think everyone has done this by now lmao but if you’re a mutual who hasn’t and you want to just do it and say i tagged you!! mwah!!!!

[unmaskedagain]

Grimm Cleaners: No Questions Asked

I wrote this short story a while ago. I really hope you like it. I took example from my own experience.

The first murder happened on a Monday because of course it fucking would. A new body was found, every day, after that, for two weeks and Todd was sick of it. He didn't know if it was a serial killer, devil worshipers, or fucking Dracula but it was interfering with his social life.

"I don't need this shit! It's my day off." Todd said as he furiously wiped down the blood-splattered table. "Who fucking murders someone in a coffee shop?"

"Quit bitching; you're getting overtime," Sierra said as she mopped the floor. The once white mop-head was already stained pink. And she hadn't even mopped off a quarter of the blood on the floor. "You worked at Walmart for five years. You've seen worse. You've cleaned up worse." Sierra was thin, with big brown eyes and caramel skin. She was fresh out of college and had a look on her face that screamed she was done with the world.

                     The coffee shop was a trendy place called The Coffee Roosters. Vinyl records and 90s cartoon characters decorated the wall. It had a real mom and pop feel and would've passed for one if not for the unicorn cappuccinos, and every drink being written in French. However, that night, it looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Blood and body parts covered everything. There were symbols painted on the walls, Todd was pretty sure, opened a portal to hell.

                     They had gotten the call just after midnight. The boss wanted all-hands-on-deck. Nevertheless, somehow, all-hands-on-deck meant Todd, Sierra, and the new kid. It was because it was October, Halloween; their busiest time of the year. Everyone worked odd hours. No one else could come in.

"Yeah, and I also got PTSD," Todd retorted. "I can't even watch The Walking Dead without thinking of Black Friday." He rung out his sponge. Todd was grumpy, nearing thirty, a grad student with an arm tattoo of the Deathly Hallows. "All I'm saying is that after seven years of customer service, and 'I wanna speak to the manager,' He mimicked in a high voice "The only murder I should have to clean up in a place where you're forced to smile and say 'how can I help you', is the one that'll happen when I finally snap. Anything else is just rude."

                          Sierra paused, looked around, and brushed back a dyed strand of neon-blue hair. "Yeah, whoever did this didn't work in Customer Service. Only assholes would fuck with someone else's job. This is still better than working the counter at freaking Sephora. Or Best Buy! You know a two-year-old once pissed on the floor, right in front of me, and the Mom was just standing there looking at tablets. Like what the hell?"

"Ah Dude," Christian whined as he ran into the room. He was a tall, lanky, baby-faced, college sophomore with shaggy blond hair and, unlike the other two, still a hopeful outlook on life. "I think I just found some dude's spleen." And sure enough, in his hands were some poor guy's lumbar vertebra. It was gooey with pieces of flesh and muscle still attached to it.

                        There were a few moments of silence. Then Todd just shrugged, "Whatever. Still better than working retail." And went back to work. They didn't have time to waste. The coffee shop opened at sunrise. If this wasn't done, they'd be fired.

                          Sierra murmured her agreement. "At this job, I never have to hear 'Oh it's such a nice day. So sunny and warm. There are rainbows and butterflies and ice cream raining from the sky.' Like I literally haven't been outside in five hours." She dunked the mop in the bucket. "And I don't get to leave this fucking sweatshop of nightmares until it's dark, but thanks for letting me know, Debra."

                          Todd looked up and saw Christian still standing with a grossed-out expression on his face. Then he remembered that the kid hadn't been training long. Christian hadn't gotten any real experience on the job yet, only taught how to do it. Still, the training wheels had to come off sometime. Todd sighed, "Man, just put it with the rest of the body parts. We gotta get out of here before the police get here."

                        Christian nodded and turned around to put the spleen in the other black bags on the counter. "This or Mcdonalds," They heard him tell himself. "I can't go back to ramen every night. I won't go back."

                       Sierra cooed, "Poor guy. Third week of training, and he already found his first body part." She snickered. "I remember mine. I cried for the rest of the night."

                      Todd grimaced, "He'll get used to it." He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Wait until he realizes he's making enough money to move out of his dorm. He'll be fine with diving in a lake to get the head of a dismembered camp counselor."

                        Sierra nodded, "Yeah, once I realized that paying off my student loans depended on getting a hand out of a crocodile's stomach. I got that hand and a new belt." She bent down to pick up a stray eyeball. "Besides, these customers are the best I've worked with."

"I know, right?" Todd threw up his hands. It was the only part of the job that still remained bizarre to him. "You wouldn't think serial killers or monsters would be. But I'll be damned if they ain't the nicest, most polite people I've ever met. You remember that Hannibal Lector type of guy we worked with last week. Well, at the job, I ended up finding some chick's liver. So I put it in one of those black security boxes and sent it to his place. I figured: hey, maybe the cannibal would want it. Because, you know, 'fava bean and a nice chianti' and all that. The very next day, I get a thank you card."

                        Sierra laughed, "That's nothing! I helped out this Freddy Kruger- rip off, nightmare dude, last year. He was having a hard time tracking down the rest of the people who murdered him. Long story short, I introduce this guy to social media. They were all dead in like a week. I get the best customer review of my life. And I haven't had a bad dream since. How awesome is that?"

                          A scream came from the kitchen, followed up by Christian yelling, "Brain! There's a fucking brain in the freezer. Holy shit. Oh god, oh god." Then the sound of him throwing up.

                          Todd and Sierra shared a look that said 'Trainees, what can you do?'

                        Christian came back into the room, pale-faced, and his shirt covered in puke, "I'm fine," He said. "I just can't get used to this."

"Dude," Sierra said, with a raised eyebrow. "Yesterday, I cleaned up the birth of yet another Rosemary's baby. Demon daddy thanked me for a job well done and tipped me a solid gold brick. Eventually, you get used to everything... well, almost everything." A haunted, faraway look appeared on her face. "Do yourself a favor: never take a job in New Orleans, after New Year's. It's like a vampire free-for-all."

                       Todd nodded. He would never take another job in New Orleans again. Lesson learned. "Man, once you're done cleaning up back there, I need you to start cleaning the ceiling." He pointed up. There were a bunch of satanic symbols and black scorch marks. "Get everything. Boss will freak if a hell portal opened during business hours. Trust me, it won't be easy budgie jumping into the mouth of hell to pick up some poor chick who just wanted a pumpkin spice latte. The paperwork alone is a bitch."

                       It took them hours to get the coffee shop back into the pristine condition it was once in. Afterward, they went out the back, locked up, and got into their black truck. It had no nameplates or any identifiable markers.

"Todd?" Sierra asked from the shotgun seat. "Do you ever wonder who we work for? Who our boss is? Or how they found us?"

"No," Todd said as he pulled the truck out of the dark alley. "I just figured they put spotters in high traffic customer service areas. And whichever employee looks most like they've given up on humanity and one more 'there's no price tag on it, it must be free' joke away from burning down the store, they point at him and say that's our guy."

                   Sierra hooked the aux cord up to her phone, "I think that's the only still scary part. It's like they knew all they had to do was offer us a living wage, and basic human decency, and we'd be theirs. No questions asked."

                Music blasted through the car as the coworkers contemplated the truth of her words.

"Makes you wonder who the real monsters are," Christian said.

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In This Hell Daryl Dixon x Reader part 8/??

Hey guys!  I’m so excited to post part 8!  I’m sorry about such a large gap in between parts, I'm currently trying to figure out a schedule for posting parts. I hope you're all safe and well. Thank you for being patient and so lovely!

Warnings- Slow burn, Light smut?, General Walking Dead stuff, Blood, Gore, Swearing, Shane being sus.

The drive home seemed shorter than the drive there, passing the familiar mailboxes and other run down buildings.

The minute we arrived back, Shane left to speak with Rick, furthering their search for Sophia.

I started grabbing the Medical supplies that we had found scattered throughout the houses and took them into the farm house.

I knocked on the wooden doorframe, waiting for someone to answer, Patricia’s head popping around the corner.

“Good morning (Y/n).” “Morning, I just thought that since we’re all low on supplies that I would bring you some stuff. Shane and I went out this morning and came across all of this medical stuff, even found a full first aid kit.” I chuckled as she opened the door, stepping aside for me.

“Oh thank you, just sit it all on the dining table.” She smiled, grabbing one of the bags from me, leading the way through the house into the dining room.

“Did you guys find much?” “We found some things, a bunch of medical stuff as you can see, some food, which is in that green bad, and some gardening stuff that ill take out to the barn now.” I smiled.

“No!” She paused, my head turning to look at her. She cleared her throat before continuing. 

“Don’t take them to the barn.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but not before she cut me off again.

“It’s too far from the house, not to mention the barn needs some repairs. I’d feel absolutely horrible if I let you go up there and get hurt. We have a little garden shed out back I can put them in.” She stated, walking with me to the car, grabbing the equipment out, briefly making eye contact and sharing a soft smile. 

“Are you sure? I honestly don’t mind.”

“I’m sure, now it’s best if you go sit down for a bit.”

“Pat-“

“Go on, get away.” She swatted softly.

 I shook my head as I backed away.

“It’s hardly fair that you guys do everything around here.” I try to argue.

“If you doing nothing around here protects gods little miracle, I do not mind. Now, go sit down and relax for a couple of hours.” She gave me a warning glare that had reminded me of my 5th grade teacher Ms. Gabel.

“Yes Ma’am.” I nodded, turning away from her and made my way towards the RV.

As the majority of the group were discussing the upcoming gun practice at the rear of the RV, I noticed Carl and Shane talking.

Shane looked Carl up and down, as if questioning him, and nodded his head.

I noticed the small movement and my breath stopped.

He had slightly raised his shirt, Shane’s eyes doubling in size. 

And that’s when it hit me.

This is a new world we live in.

A world in which to survive we have to fight.

Fight for yourself, your friends, your family, your people.

Shane barely even blinked. 

I picked up speed, my legs carrying me as fast as they could to the RV.

“Give me that now.” Shane firmly stated.

Once the gun was handed to Shane, he stormed off to the others, no doubt taking it to Rick.

Carl stood, staring at the ground.

“Hey, Carl..” I spoke softly, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s sit down, you can talk to me.” 

He nodded his head as he walked with me to where the camping chairs were set out.

I took the seat next to him, slightly turning to face him. “What was that about?” “What?” “Carl.. why did you have a gun.” “I just wanted to help..” “I understand, but guns are dangerous.. You shouldn’t have had it.” “I know.” “You do know that your parents are going to flip?.”

He nodded his head and resumed staring at the dirt beneath his feet.

I looked up to see Shane, Dale and Rick staring at Carl, making their way to the boy.

“(Y/n), can you get Lori for me? We need to speak to Carl.” Rick asked, nodding in my direction.

“Yeah.. of course.” I nodded, turning and starting the search for Lori.

The first place I had checked, the fire pit where she and Glenn were earlier showed no results.

I made my way to where the chicken coop was, to be met with the clucking of the hens, but again no Lori.

I checked her tent, to see her sitting on the mattress, head in her hands.

“Hey.” I spoke, moving the door to the side.

“Oh, Hey Honey.” She smiled. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, Im fine, just a little tired. Whats up?” 

“It’s Carl.”

She stood quickly, worry present in her eyes.

“What? What’s wrong? Where is my boy?”

“He is okay, he isn’t hurt.. Rick asked me to come get you..” “What? Rick asked you to get me? Whats going on?” “Carl had a gun.”

Her eyes widened, her left hand going to her mouth.

“Oh God… im going to be sick.” She shook her head

She paused briefly. 

“Where are they?” 

“”They’re at the RV.” 

“Let’s go.” She stated, grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind her.

She cleared the distance between the tents and the RV in no time.

Letting my wrist go when she got within earshot of everyone, walking straight over to Carl, taking the gun from Shane and showing it to Carl.

“Where did you get this?” She asked sternly as she kneeled in front of the boy.

She waited for an answer.

“Carl Grimes. You answer me.” 

She stood up, turning to us.

“How the hell did this happen?” She asked, tucking the gun into the back of her jeans.

“Well, It's my fault.” Dale began, slightly pausing as Lori’s attention snapped to the older man. 

“I let him into the RV. He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one.” Dale continued.

“So on top of everything else, he lied.” She began. 

“What was he thinking?”

“He wants to learn how to shoot. He asked me to teach him.” Shane started, earning an ice filled glare from Lori.

“Now It's none of my business, but I'm happy to do it. It's your call.” He nodded, sensing the tension.

“I'm not comfortable with it.” Lori looked towards Rick, who tried to avert his gaze.

“Oh, don't make me out to be the unreasonable one here. Rick?”

“I know. I have my concerns too, but-“

“There's no but. He was just shot. He's just back on his feet and he wants a gun?”

“Better than him being afraid of 'em. There are guns in camp for a reason. He should learn to handle them safely.” Rick responded to his wife’s worries.

“I don't want my kid walking around with a gun.” She shook her head.

“But how can you defend that? You can't let him go around without protection.” 

“He is as safe as he'll ever be right now.” She started.

“Look, everything you're saying makes perfect sense. It feels wrong. I mean I didn't feel good about him following you out into the woods. And I wish I'd said something. I should've gone with my gut.” She argued.

“He's growing up, thank god. We've got to start treating him more like an adult.” Rick tried to reason. 

“Then he needs to act like one. He's not mature enough to handle a gun.”

“I'm not gonna play with it, mom. It's not a toy. I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to look for Sophia and I want to defend our camp. I can't do that without a gun.” Carl stood and walked toward us.

“Shane's the best instructor I know. I've seen him teach kids younger than Carl.” 

“He will be with Shane. He loves that boy and wouldn’t let him get hurt.” 

Lori looked at me and I could tell that even though the thought of Carl having this gun terrifies her, but him not having one in this world terrifies her even more.

She waited a few moments and walked to Carl, resting her hand under his chin, making him look up at her.

“You will take this seriously and you will behave responsibly. And if I hear from anyone in this camp that you're not living up to our expectations-“

“He won't let you down.” Rick stated clearly behind her.

Carl nodded at Rick and answered with a “yeah.”

The sound of the old blue truck pulled up next to us, Beth, Patricia and Jimmy all inside.

“Now if you're gonna do this, you listen to Shane.”

“Okay, dad.” 

“All right? You two be careful.” Rick pointed at Shane and Carl.

“You coming?” Shane asked Glenn.

Glenn shook his head.

“I gotta help Dale clean the spark plugs on the RV. He said he's gonna teach me mechanics. I should probably go look for him.”

“You found me.” Dale called out from two metres behind him, startling Glenn. 

Shane nodded and got in the car, starting it.

“He's a good learner.” Dale called out.

I moved towards the car, getting in with Shane, watching as Lori, Rick, Carol, Carl and Andrea piled into the Cherokee. 

T-dog jumping in wi†h Shane and I, as we made our way to a neighbouring farm’s paddock, distancing the gunshots from the Greene farm.

The sound of breaking glass, and the metallic ricochet of bullets hitting the tins and bottles that were sitting in a perfect row on the boundary fence line.

The loud echoes of the gunshots leaving my ears ringing, the slight scent of gunpowder present in the air.

Rick and Shane pacing behind us all, ensuring that we were all practicing gun safety.

T-dog, partnered with Jimmy, who needs as much help as he can get.

Jimmy was holding his gun as if he had just come from a bad adaption of a 90’s gangsta movie.

“Hey, come on, man. Don't give me that gangsta shit.” T-dog stated.

Jimmy, stood up, straightening his posture, moving his free hand to help support the gun, shooting and finally hitting his target.

His face lighting up as if he had just won an award, a participation award, but an award none the less.

 Shane gave him a pat on the back as he passed him.

“Did you see that? I hit it!” He exclaimed turning to T.

I watched as my brother zoned in on Andrea, stopping next to her and looking to where she was shooting, through his binoculars.

Helping her change her posture before letting her shoot again, which she hit the target perfectly.

Shane and Rick shared a laugh, and some small talk before continuing the pacing.

Lori was planted a metre behind Carl, watching him shoot, hitting the tin off the fence.

“Got it.” Carl smiled widely.

“That's a great shot!” Rick smiled back at him.

I look over to where Beth was aiming at her target, slightly missing it.

“Hey.” “Oh hey.” “Would you like some help?” “Um, I think im not doing it right.” “Oh, no, it’s fine, here.”

I moved to where she was and helped position her arms.

“Dont be scared, of the gun. You’re in control.” I paused.

“Just breathe, take your time. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

She visibly relaxed and pulled the trigger, the glass bottle exploding.

I looked over to see her eyes closed.

“Beth. You did it. You hit the bottle.” “What? I did?” She asked opening her eyes and looking to where the bottle once sat.

“I hit it! I actually hit it!” She beamed.

“Thank you!” She jumped on me, hugging me tightly.

“You’re welcome.” I laughed.

“What about you (Y/n)? You a good shot?” Rick asked.

“I was once.” I nodded.

“She had the best teacher.” Shane smiled.

“Yeah. Grandma.” I jeered.

“Oh really? Mind showing us?” Lori laughed. “No-“ “She wasn’t the strongest shooter, she probably forgot.” Shane shook his head laughing.

I grabbed the gun from Shane’s holster and shot three targets in a row, the sound of shattering glass echoing beyond the gun.

“Where’d that come from?” Shane asked as I handed him the gun back. “I told you. Grandma.” I smiled as Lori held in a small chuckle.

“Yeah, Yeah. Let’s go then.” Shane shook his head.

“Sure showed him.” Lori chuckled.

“Shane needs to be put in his place. I never had a strong shooting arm when I was a kid. Shane never tried to teach me after he realised. Grandma took it upon herself to teach me. Always said that a woman should always know how to defend herself.” “Well, your grandma was a smart woman.” Rick smiled, leading his wife and son to the car. 

Everyone following in pursuit, getting into the same vehicles that had transported them from the Greene farm.

I got in the car, and looked at Shane.

“Is there any other things that Grandma showed you?”

“The secret recipe of her butternut squash pie.”

“Is that all?” He laughed.

“Yeah.. yeah I think thats pretty much it.”

“That pie sounds good right about now.” T-dog chuckled.

“Maybe Hershel might let me commandeer the kitchen.”

Shane had pulled the car over.

T-dog, jumping straight out in search for Dale and Glenn.

“Get out.” “What?” “Get out. Andrea and I are going for some more target practice.” “Oh is that what we’re calling it now? Target practice?” “Shut it. Now get out.”

“Alright. But please please please make sure that you wrap it before you tap it.” “(Y/n)-“

“No glove, no love.” “Seriously-“

“Plug your funnel then enter the tunnel.” “What does that one even mean?”

“If im being honest I don’t even know. But It’s on the same line as the others.”

“Seriously get out now.”

“Alright, alright. Calm down.” I raised my hands and opened the door, sliding out and closing it, putting my head through the open window. “Shane.” “What?”

“Love is cleaner with a packaged Weiner.” I laughed.

“Goodbye.” He muttered through his teeth.

I took a step back from the car, watching as he moved to where Andrea was waiting, letting her hop in and then taking off down the dirt road towards the gate again.

I laughed to myself as I made my way towards the RV and the others.

“Whats so funny?” Carol asked smiling.

“Nothing, just thought of a joke. Do you need a hand?” I chuckled.

“Sure, sit down and I’ll show you how.” She smiled.

I knelt next to her, watching as she continued patching holes in clothes for us.

Her work perfect.

“How did you get it to look so good?” “Years of practice. Ed used to come home after going to the bar in a mess, clothes torn and bloody from fighting earlier in the night.”

She paused, taking a breath.

“He used to say that it was my job to fix the mess and clean it.”

“Carol-“ “Oh no honey, im fine.” She smiled once more.

I nodded.

Carol and I sat for an hour and a half, her teaching me different stitches and when the best use for each one.

“Alright guys, foods ready.” Dale called out.

I stood up, and walked over to Dale, who had two plates set aside, handing them to me.

“I figured that you’d be hungry, Daryl would be too.” “Thank you Dale.” “Go on, go eat. Make sure He eats too or we will all be insufferable.”

I nodded my head and chuckled, turning around and heading towards the farm house.

“Hey (Y/n).” Maggie smiled as she walked down the front steps.

“Hey.” “Glenn and I are going for a supply run, im going to keep an eye out for any pre-natal vitamins for you. Is there anything you’re after?” “Oh thank you, not that I can think of.” “Okay, well, Daryls upstairs, I think he might be asleep, but head on up.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” I smiled as she continued past me.

I made my way up and into the Greene family home, and up those familiar steps that lead me to Daryls room.

I softly pushed the door open and walked in, smiling as I see Daryl sit himself up.

“Where have ya’ been all day?” He asked

“I, have been everywhere today it seems, Shane and I went on a supply run this morning.”

“Ya’ did what?”

“Daryl-“ “I don’t want ya’ out there. Why would he take ya’ out?” “He didn’t take me, I took him. Technically. But it was smooth, no near death experiences to report.” I smiled softly.

“Dale cooked whatever, this is for us. It smells good though.” I chuckled handing him a plate.

He took the plate and picked up the food, biting away at it.

“Quit ya’ starin’.” He spoke through a mouthful.

“Or what?” I challenged, taking a bite from the food.

He shook his head as a light pink blush rose on his cheeks.

“Are you blushing?” I grinned, watching as he finished eating.

He grabbed his plate and moved it to the side, grabbing mine from my hand and placing it on his own.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished- “ 

“C’mere.” He muttered, reaching over, pulling me onto his lap.

“Daryl.. what are you trying to do?” “I’m tryin’ to finish what ya’ started.” “Oh, what I started?” I grinned, my hands resting on his shoulders.

“Mhmm” he nodded.

“If I remember correctly, it was you, that initiated this.” “Was it?” He smirked.

I nodded my head.

“Guess im gonna finish it too.” He stated, bringing his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I smiled into the kiss, both of my hands made their way to the sides of his face, cupping his stubbled cheeks.

His hands moving down to my thighs, picking me up and laying me back.

I pulled away from his lips and smiled up at him.

“What?” He muttered.

“Nothing.” I shook my head softly, bringing his face back down to mine.

Daryl’s hands roamed freely over my body, sending shivers coursing down my spine.

I shivered against Daryl, earning a low chuckle from him.

Once Daryl had fallen asleep, I got dressed and took the plates downstairs for cleaning.

I left the farm house, making my way to our little camp.

Washing up the two plates in the tub we had set aside I left the two to air dry.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to.” Lori spoke up as she exited her tent.

“I just gave Daryl his lunch.” I smiled, getting off the ground.

“Thats not all you gave him.” I could hear the smirk in her voice without even turning to look at her.

I smiled and turned to face her.

“I don’t know what it is you’re implying Lori.” 

“Sure you don’t.” She grinned.

“How else would your shirt be inside out.” 

I looked down and laughed, quickly stripping my shirt off and flipping it the right way in.

“Lucky it was only me.” She laughed, patting my back.

“Ill give you a hand.” I smiled motioning to the laundry that needed folding.

We laughed and joked for about 15 minutes as we folded, the clothes.

The creak of the side paddock gate gained the attention of both Lori and I.

We looked up to see Maggie storming through, Glenn hot on her heels.

“Hey! We got your stuff.” Maggie called out.

“Maggie, hang on, please.” Glenn called after her.

Lori looked around, seeing who else was out.

Then she looked at me.

“Come on in here.” Lori tried softly, gesturing to her tent.

“Why? Nothing to hide. We got your special delivery right here.” Maggie started.

“We got your lotion, got your conditioner, your soap opera digest.” She named each item before throwing it to the floor.

“Maggie..” Lori tried.

“Hey, Maggie, calm down. What-“ I tried to reason.

“Next time you want something, get it your damn self. We're not your errand boys.” 

“Honey, I-“

“And here's your abortion pills.” She threw a small blue box at Lori, storming off, Glenn and Lori sharing a look before he followed Maggie.

“Lori?” I asked softly as she stood there in silence.

“Honey, I can explain.” “You don’t need to explain anything to me.” I stated bringing her in for a hug.

“I just wish you’d have told me.. we could’ve talked about it.” I rubbed her back. 

“I just don’t know what to do. I haven’t told Rick yet. I’m not going to until I know what I’m going to do.” She paused.

“Does that make me a bad wife?” She asked.

“No. It makes you a cautious one, and thats not a bad thing considering what’s happened in the last few months.”

“You have no idea how good it feels now that you know.” She softly laughed.

“I’d say it’d be a whole lot less stressful.” I laughed with her as we sat on the small stools near the table in the tent. 

The little blue box holding the attention of both Lori and myself.

“Whatever you decide to, I’m here to support you.” I whispered placing my hand on her own.

She grabbed my hand and looked over to me, a thankful smile on her face.

A slight movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention, to see Glenn appear at the tents doorway.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.. just come get me if you need anything.” 

“Thank you honey.” She hugged me.

“I’ll see you later Glenn.” I smiled, softly patting him on the back.

“Yeah, see you.” He nodded as I made my way through the tents door.

The familiar green car came into view and pulled up by the RV.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I noticed the light flush on Andrea’s face as she climbed out of the car.

I made eye contact with Shane, him rolling his eyes as he noticed the small smirk on my face, continuing his walk to Carol and Dale.

“Anything?” Carol was the first to speak.

“Not today.” Shane shook his head.

“I’m so sorry. We'll cover more ground tomorrow.” Andrea sympathised with her at least.

Andrea was covered in more grime and dirt than what she had left in, signalling that they’d run into some sort of trouble whilst out.

“What happened out there?” Dale asked looking her up and down.

“Um, I-“ Andrea was cut off before she could even finish her sentence.

“The place was overrun.” Shane said far too quickly.

“Yeah.” Andrea agreed, sharing a look with my brother.

“Let's go get you clean up.” Carol motioned towards Andrea, pulling me along with them.

“(Y/n), you coming?” “Yeah, i’ll catch up, just got to grab Andrea a towel.” I smiled running into the small share tent, grabbing one of the towels.

I turned to leave, but overheard Dale call out to Shane.

“Shane.” “Shane, I was thinking, you've got that nice new ride of yours, plenty of fuel, more than enough for you to get far from here.” Dale began.

I furrowed my brows, not understanding where Dale is coming from.

“What, you telling me to leave?” Shane asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

“I know you've been planning to. Maybe now is a good time.” Dale responded.

Shane scoffed before laughing.

“Is this about Andrea?” He asked.

“I’m looking out for the group.”

“You think the group would be better off without me, Dale? My sister would be better off? Why don't you tell that to Rick or Lori? Their boy would be dead if I hadn't put my ass on the line.” Shane argued.

“And Otis's. You've been vague about that night, about what happened.”

“Otis died a hero.” Shane stated smugly.

“So you've said.”

“A little boy lived because of what went down that night. I think you ought to show some gratitude.” Shane sneered

“I wasn't there.” Dale responded.

“No, man, you weren’t.” Shane agreed, clearly angry.

“But I was the time that you raised your gun on Rick.” My hand instantly covered my mouth as I had heard what Dale had said.

“Come on. Jesus.”

“You had him in your sights and you held him there. I know what kind of man you are.” Dale continued.

I heard a sigh, the same one that I’ve heard my entire life, the one that Shane used to use when he was caught in something.

Shane stayed silent for a moment before speaking once more.

“You think I'd shoot Rick? That is my best friend. That's the man that I love. I love him like he's my brother. You think that's the kind of man I am?”

“That's right.” Dale answered.

“Well, maybe we ought to just think that through. Say I'm the kind of man who'd gun down his own best friend. What do you think I'd do to some guy that I don't even like when he starts throwing accusations my way? What do you think?” Shane threatened before retreating.

My stomach was in knots, knowing that my brother isn’t the man I knew.

I heard the footsteps retreat and decided to give myself a moment.

I took a deep breath, and shook my head softly.

As I took a step out of the tent, gasping when someone spoke.

“How much of that did you hear?”

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Kloktober, Oct. 19th: 80s Fashion or 90s Fashion

Another combo day, of 80s and 90s fashion, because this features one of my fave topics: Pickles’ Snakes N’ Barrels wardrobe.

Synopsis: Charles/Pickles. Charles has had a shit day, and decides to explore Pickles closet, but naturally gets caught. Pickles isn’t mad though, not at all. Also Trans/FTM Pickles Because. 

TW: alcohol and drinking/being drunk, also this is just really NSFW lol

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“Murderface, I fuckin’ told you, you can borrow what you want from my old shit, but you gotta ask fi-” 

Pickles stopped dead. 

Not Murderface. 

Charles. 

In a pair of fishnets he’d forgotten he owned, a pair of unbuttoned cut off jean short shorts he’d worn on stage all of once (one of his balls had popped out and they’d nearly been banned from that particular club, otherwise he would have happily worn them more often), and one of the black leather vests with velvet interior (that frankly was comfortable to wear, but probably smelled like every place he’d ever worn it at.)

Charles blushed bright red. “M’sorry. Just always been curious...” 

“You’re drunk,” Pickles laughed. “Holy shit, you are...really drunk. You okay?” 

“Murderface pissed on a Klokateer, and they’re suing us,” Charles replied, a thumb flicking at the bare skin of his hip, not covered by the shorts or the vest. 

And there sure was a lot, not covered by anything. 

“On purpose?” 

“Accident, shockingly enough,” Charles scoffed. “But they’ve got an ammonia allergy or some shit. Whatever, they deserve the payout anyway, and it won’t make a dent. It’s just the last thing I wanted to hear today.” 

“I bet I could tell you some things you’d wanna hear,” Pickles said, gently stepping into the closet and letting his hands linger on Charles’ hips. “Like how you have my permission to raid this part of my closet whenever you want from now on.” 

“Yeah?” Charles giggled as Pickles kissed at his neck and chest. He was fucking plastered, so Pickles wouldn’t let it go too much further without him sobering up, but goddamn if his giggling wasn’t as hot as the outfit. 

“Yeah,” Pickles replied. “You look fuckin’ amazing. No more suits, I declare it.” 

“Never again?” 

“Never again,” Pickles repeated, letting his hips grind against Charles’ increasingly hard cock, barely held within the confines of the very short shorts. “Only stuff from my Snakes N’ Barrels days now.” 

“What else do you want to see me in?” 

He got a little bit happily dizzy at hearing that, not a single bit of blood left in his head. “Shit. Give me a minute.” 

He let go of Charles, who stripped out of the vest like a fucking showgirl (and goddamn, it would be Charles that had that in his past, wouldn’t it?) 

Only one of the chairs in his room fit into the walk-in closet without much trouble, but he wasn’t about to be picky about it. 

Pickles settled into the chair, undid his trousers and shoved down his underwear until he could get a hand at his cock and folds. “You look first. I wanna see what you like.” 

Charles blushed bright red. 

“No one ever let you fuck around with shit like this, did they?” Pickles asked. He wasn’t trying to get overly introspective, just stating a fact. “If you call in sick tomorrow, and stay in my room tonight, I can get you in makeup too.” 

Charles’ cock was leaking through the shorts, and that damn near sent Pickles over the edge right then. “I’m one of your bosses, so I just made that what’s happening. You’re gonna be hung over as fuck anyway.” 

Charles winced. “Yeah. I...I need to order a full refill for my drinks cabinet.” 

“Jesus,” Pickles breathed.

“You can’t judge!” 

“No, I’m not,” Pickles said. “I mean, to me, that’s hot as fuck. I don’t get to see you put booze away like that. Fuck.” 

Charles smiled, and plucked at a patterned piece of fabric. “Is this...what I think it is?” 

He pulled the kimono out and cocked his head. “I didn’t think you’d be the type.” 

“Honestly?” Pickles giggled. “I thought Freddie Mercury looked hot as fuck when he’d strip out of a kimono on stage, for those Japan shows?” 

He was being vague on purpose, he had those dates of the shows as well as the pictures of Freddie absolutely ironed into his mind forever, exactly where he wanted them. 

“So...when we went to Japan, I picked one up. But the guys wouldn’t let me do the strip out of it into short shorts like Freddie. That’s part of his magic, by the way. He started a band with all straight people, and it worked out. Only he could do that. Meanwhile I did it and they were fuckin’ assholes about me ‘lookin’ too gay on stage.’ I’m fuckin’ gay, yeah I’m gonna look fuckin’ gay onstage!” 

He’d gotten into his mini-rant, enough to not notice Charles had changed into the kimono.

Only the kimono. 

“Holy fuck,” he sighed, and pulled his hand from his trousers, gesturing Charles towards him.

“Nope,” Charles said. “I wanna see you in something those assholes wouldn’t let you wear onstage. Your dream, most gay outfit, that they vetoed.”

They traded places, Charles dipping away when Pickles tried to snag his bare hip as they walked past each other. 

“Fair warning,” Pickles said as he yanked out the outfit he had in mind, giggling as Charles covered his eyes. “This is another Mercury-inspired one. That was most of it, honestly...whatever wasn’t inspired by him was Elton, or what the drag queens in the clubs suggested I looked good in.” 

This one, however, was peak seventies Freddie: a rhinestone covered bodysuit. Pickles had taken notes from Freddie in cutting the neck all the way down past his belly button, and had cut the sleeves off till there was just the barest string of material, all the easier to fall off his shoulders while he performed. According to the rest of Snakes N’ Barrels, it ‘wasn’t a tough enough look’, but he didn’t see them going through the pain of getting into a tight-ass bodysuit with five minutes to show time. 

“You can look,” he said softly, a little nervous. He had some paunch now that he hadn’t had back then, more body hair. It might not have the stunning effect it had had on his lovers back then, the few that there were. 

Charles uncovered his eyes, and his jaw dropped. “Get over here.” 

“Is that go-” Pickles was cut off as Charles stood and stepped over to him, sweeping him up in a tight embrace and kiss.

“Fuck them for not letting you wear this,” Charles murmured against his lips. “They had no fucking clue what they were missing out on. I would have been at even more of your sho-” 

He paused, and blushed, just as hard as before. 

“I figured you’d been to a few,” Pickles said. “You tellin’ me if they’d let me wear this onstage, I could have been fucking you years ago, backstage and in my hotel rooms?” 

“Rooms?” Charles asked in between the kisses he’d resumed to the freckles on Pickles’ shoulders. 

“Hell yeah,” Pickles replied, sighing happily and grinding against Charles as much as he could. “You’d have been comin’ everywhere with me.” 

“In which ways?” Charles grinned, and they both broke into laugher. 

“Every way possible,” Pickles said. “We’d be wreckin’ hotel rooms by the time we were done with ‘em.” 

For a few moments, he fell into near-silence aside from gentle moans in between kisses. 

“Y’know, I bet if we work at, we could pretend my room is a hotel room,” Pickles said. “Once you sober up a little.” 

“I have literally never sobered up this fast in my life,” Charles said, and the clarity in his eyes and hardness of his cock were clear evidence of that. 

“Good,” Pickles kissed him hard, and teased at his cock through the material of the kimono. “Let’s go make up for lost time then. Get some makeup on both of us, then get in my bed and pretend it’s 1989.” 

“You would have been...twenty?” Charles smiled. 

“Don’t go gettin’ all nostalgic right now,” Pickles said. “Save that for after. Then you can cry and your eyeliner can run, you can look even hotter, and we can fuck again.” 

“I love you,” Charles sighed as Pickles led him out of the closet. 

“I love you too,” Pickles laughed, and he’d never said that with so much meaning to anyone before. 

The way Charles kissed him again let him know that he meant it just as strongly.