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ladythornofrivia · 2 months ago

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The Devil’s Tongue (pt. 3)

a/n: i’m alive! i have been busy for the past few months and have been struggling with my health, but i’m doing okay. i’m here. i never forget about you guys. here’s part 3 of the devil’s tongue. hope you enjoy. i kinda forgot how to use tumblr for a second, but it’s all coming back to me. 💚

warnings: smut, heavy implied smut, dirty talk, horny reader, nerdy michael stalking, profanity

Another set of roses.

This was the second week of full package right outside of your doorstep at the dorm, brick television blasted through the walls, and those who live nearby could hear it.

“Who the fuck delivered this shit?” you asked aloud, ludicrous.

You were hoping for new packages of big dildos. But who the hell delivered flowers at night while you’re deeply focused on finishing a boss battle on a Kingdom Hearts game?

Obviously somebody annoying, you assumed, but it comes with a certain consequences and package.

Since you garnered more attention from males audience, you have received more than $1000, each day before classes, and nights before going to sleep, less stressed, less fucked out.

Lets still sore, and your pussy getting pounded by a plastic dick helps to forget the idiotic moments from a guy who won’t stop pursuing your pussy.

Up until now, you still didn’t know who kept sending you flowers—gets larger and more obnoxious. Moreover, having alongside of candies in the packages. Each time it gets bigger.

Annoyance.

As soon as you looked into your messy room, you’re fucked. There’s no way, a college staff would allow childish presents and compliments. Although once you did give it away by pretending to send package to someone’s door, but magically ended up at your doorstep.

More annoyance.

Oh, it’s getting worse, although you haven’t seen the worst yet.

You hated roses, but you love the color and its fragrance, so preserving one would suffice and threw the rest into the trash—attraction of flies and other infested bugs. Though roses weren’t wasted if distribute to some lonesome women who yearn romance with their inner Shakespeare, or those who are fond of things that wither too soon for a perfect Edgar Allen Poe quote to go alongside it.

Either too romantic or too gothic would suffice—perfect in a sense they’re almost the same, but different font.

The first day you arrived in college—in England—it was stupendous. Away from folks, from cultish family and liars you once called “friends��. Crisp air and crisp sips of tea and munching scones and a full English breakfast and cup of excellent tea you’ve heard so much, from the vast side of the other world—with a profound lack of research, and a town stuck in their own ways.

When traveling, the possibilities are endless. And to unpack and trash all things annoying, family and even old friends.

Friends…

Pfft!

Friends are such a stupid thing of annoyance such as hope to cling hope. “Friends” can only lead to disappointment and betrayal, so why keep them, they’re just baggage needs to be dumped. And who needs friends when you have a large attraction of male audience and big time cash deposited into your fat bank account? And what better way to end interactions than focusing on how to finish junk food in less than 1 minute?

Money wins in the end.

Money prevailed and endured—an ongoing reward for self-pleasure.

Money buys happiness.

Always.

And food. But both were just as good as previous. Stacked on goods and snacks for a late night somber mood would do a trick.

Except it wasn’t.

Junk food has been forgotten when the flowers and a box package of your favorite candies and chocolate decided to show up on this very hour. There was no name, no phone number, no signature. Not even a compliment was showing.

“Who the fuck sent these during my gaming hour?” you asked yourself, guessing. Probably that no good piece of shit you hung out with last time. And with a small grunt, you picked it up and slammed—locking—the door, thinking about buying a sign of “no soliciting/tresspassing” from an online store.

“Ah. Better than nothing,” you added, appeased as you were closing the front door.

Thank god.

~~~

Numbing cheeks stretched to a giant yawn during a productive hour was the worst thing ever occured after the video game night. Couldn’t stop rethinking of last night’s gift from a secret admirer.

Trying to come up with conclusions on who sent numerous gifts by your door. Could it be the recent guy you dumped or was it an ex friend? An ex-friend wouldn’t do this. They’d automatically give you an intense cold-shoulder and fuck you stare on their eyes and spread false gossip about you behind your back.

Unless if it’s an ex-boyfriend you have back in America. But boys in America lack romantic aspects.

Unless if it’s a family member, or members, then they’re sick fucks in the head that needs to be douse in gasoline and set them alight on fire.

Hence why your mind was running. And it didn’t help. Hence why you came and moved into England. Starting fresh without bringing the mentions past scars would be the best course of action.

Nothing is simple, nothing is easy, but traveling far is duo-able.

After a long session on studying Italian culture and a long-dead language Latin, it has been quite some time since the cultish collection of flowers kept you occupied. You haven’t found a way to make a use of the flowers yet.

Hand tucked under your chin as you sighed, unfocused and relented at your current studies, unaware a lean hand distributed a chocolate crunchy bar.

Gazing upwards, there you saw none other than Michael Gavey.

Michael, Michael…

Michael.

The cute nerd you wanted to see.

To fuck his glasses out of his aquiline nose bridge, squeezing at the back of his head while riding your drenched cunt against his face. The boy—the nerdy college boy—to moan equations under your grasp, showered him with your squirt like how your dreams went.

Your recent dreams have been wet.

Frequently wet.

From the innocent acts until escalated to frequent fucking in college’s library to the college class, to the kitchen counter in the dorms, then the bed, once cold now warm with squirt and jizz. Fun and erotic sights to see in your dreams and yearn for an experiment and watch the outcome resolve itself.

Up until now, the roses had come up subconsciously, an urge to unveil the mystery.

“Michael…” you uttered low, trying to maintain eye contact as possible without the possibility of crushing over someone who is a weirdo who loves math equations.

“You look exhausted,” he assumed.

But he assumed wrong.

“I was up. I was up all night,” you managed to say.

“Studying, I assume.”

“Playing video games,” you said. “I can’t stand quietness around the dorm. Makes me feel isolated.”

He hummed.

“I figured you wanted a krunchy,” Michael said, one of the little corners of his lips turned upward, seeing your eyes twinkled at the chocolate.

“I—I do,” you stuttered. “I love chocolate, especially with juicy jizz—glaze! Glaze! I just love glaze! Especially with donuts with nice glaze with nice ultimately sweet goopy filling on the center inside!”

Stomach coiled in embarrassment that you might as well tuck yourself to shame somewhere no one finds you on this earth.

You sighed, as Michael quirked his brow, unreachable but slightly—ever so more—confused. Even with shut eyes, the glint brightness of his nerdy glasses were glaring at you.

Daring to look at his long glance, your shoulders tensed. “Sorry, I had something on my mind since yesterday. It got me busy,” you explained, sighing, thinking of the afterthoughts of what to do with the flowers. Still useless of decorating, still useless with charitable case of donation. “I didn’t have coffee this morning.”

Knowing that in England, people prefer nice plain organic tea and biscuits or scones.

Distracted, the heat on your cheeks arise.

“Quite a little spectical, I’ll give you that,” Michael said with a dry chuckle, as your legs crossed, one foot making little kicks while Michael came and sat down beside you, almost with disinterested, but a peak of intrigued, hopefully not with a daunting comment.

Hoping he doesn’t know what jizz is. Better yet, a whole language of slang from the west.

For days you have been searching videos at the porn website. Masturbating over the spare time became quite useful for someone who’s randomly horny as you. Day or night.

Horny and desperate from wanting to touch you, but the moment some guy touches you, you instantly kicked him to the boot—nothing more.

They say every guy’s hands are experienced. But what experienced does a guy have other than being insensitive and dull and careless?

They offer nothing to the table, offered no speciality that could qualify or overreached your expectations. Every boy are dull, dull after dull. Nothing is exceptional.

Unless…

Michael’s red sweater kept you more occupied with a rather distinct distraction. It was a nice shade of rich red. A burgundy. Reminded you of the vibrant roses from previous nights.

Nearly groaned at the sight of his top, your legs crossed and clenched tighter. Lips bruised from your teeth clutching, no gash leaking over your lush red lips, as eyes wandered and admiringly over a single spectate.

He looked good in red. For a good, weird nerd.

I wonder if I bruise him good, too.

A good nerd. A weird nerd. Obsessed about equations and numbers.

I bet I could make him cuss out during sex. Moaning in numbers and letters while bucking yourself against does seem tempting. Not a typical guy who touches women, but does the lusty temptation escalated.

But he’s so stubborn.

Red scars and red bruises.

Red tears, maybe.

You fear as if your invisible red horns were sprouting on your head. Not that you dislike red horns. You fear someone might see it. In shadows, in daylight. You like to think yourself as a perverted, moody devil who’s in for a good long fuck. Except you haven’t had a proper date on a long run.

“There’s a Halloween party coming up soon,” Michael’s voice barged into your occupied thoughts. “Have you been looking into that?”

“Um, no,” you said stiffly.

“But I have. Apparently, only those who are qualified enough to go to party. As if I’m going with those looosersss.”

But you knew he’s been longing on being a cool kid but doesn’t know how.

Shoulder shrugged. “I don’t care much about the party. Not really my style.”

“I thought you’d go.”

“What makes you say that?”

He stared over your shoulder, and the indication is clear. Both Felix Catton and his cousin—what’s his face? You didn’t know.

“I saw them speaking to you in the morning.” Michael’s lips pouted.

Cute as fuck.

“Who? Them?” you scoffed. “I don’t know those fuckers. They just came up to me and I thought they’re trying to sell drugs or something.”

“But they were inviting you,” he persisted.

“So? I don’t care much the party life. If I actually want to go, I would’ve said yes and would fuck them in some way. But then again, I did say I’m going to think about it, just to make them back off. Especially that weirdo cousin.”

Michael’s brows tucked. “Fuck?”

Fuck. Wrong phrase.

“Anyway, it’s not my business…I have other plans to go for. Just not in the mood with parties for now. Unless….you’re going?”

Michael scoffed, taking out his math textbook and notebook.

“Guess not.” You went back to concentrate on your unfinished homework.

“What happened to your boyfriend, by the way?”

You shot at him with a dirty look. “Wait, that ugly fuck? I don’t care much about the dude.”

Talking about exes is a no-no, on a girl’s standard and rule when talking to the opposite sex. Especially when the said opposite you found oddly attractive with equation.

After shoving you out of the elevator, a dealbreaker has set in and decided to break things off as if you consider the guy exist.

You don’t even recall his name.

Michael’s relaxed hand recoiled to a fist. It was subtle.

Your eyes softened. “So…I do need help with something. Something that I’m having a hard time with, and I need some assistance with sums. Does that ring any bell?”

Michael smirked, his fist hasn’t uncoiled. “Math.”

You flashed a wink at him. “So, are you going to help a damsel in distress, or are you going to sit there and be emo?”

Michael’s eyes flickered. “Emo?”

Thank god he doesn’t know the slangs. He’s cute. I can feel my red horns are growing.

“Just help a poor girl out, please? With a red cherry on top?”

My cherry was dying to get out. I want Michael to pop my cherry.

Michael hummed, watching you. “Listen carefully, (Y/N). I’m not a patient man.”

“I can take the pain. Whatever you give me,” you said, winking.

Thank god Michael is oblivious to my pervy statement.

Michael hummed again. “The sooner we do this the better.”

You nodded and get the math textbook, but you knew it wasn’t enough, so you’re planning on gathering textbooks. But Michael is already a walking math textbook. Maybe he would explain things better.

“You’re nails. They’re red,” he said.

Your heart palpitated. “You like them?”

Michael hummed.

You wanted to tackle and jump on his face with your wet cunt.

Despite the randomness crossing your mind, you took it as a yes.

Dear Diary,

I want to shove my fingers in his mouth as I bounce on his cock.

~~~

It’s been hours since Michael taught you with math problems, including xyz and triangular shapes and parentheses. As much as you despise the numbers and the math’s creator, you watched Michael’s lips formed in soft curls and once in a while his tongue peaked out.

I want him to lick my hot, wet pussy.

Make this perverted girl happy.

Lick my wet cherry.

Not long before, the library is almost empty. And thus, the conclusion of tutoring session is over. So you devised a plan.

“Instead here, why don’t you go at my dorm? You know, we could study there. The library is too echoey and I hate it when my voices gets suddenly too loud. How does that sound?

You swore you saw Michael’s eyes suddenly glinted, like a pouted cat turned mischievous, almost naughty. But in plain sight.

Without Michael saying anything, you said, “Great. I’ll see you there. Don’t forget your smart pants when you meet at my dorm.”

~~~

Michael’s plan came into a fruition. He knew that offering for a tutoring session could get closer to you. With that annoying boy-toy you used to hookup with has been nagging in. As he knocked on your door, you opened, revealing your bright smile and welcoming, realizing she kept all the flowers he gave you, hoping you enjoy the gift.

His heart skipped a beat.

The closer to you, the more chances to get a glimpse of your personal life. The more he’ll see the true you.

His heart skipped a beat.

As for the boy you casually hook up with, hopefully no one finds his body.

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grahminradarin · 6 months ago

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Hi hey hello. I've been watching Miraculous since September, and I just finished.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS FANDOM?

That finale was amazingly well-made. I definitely get why people were disappointed, but there's no way that's everything. The writers who made the rest of the season so good are not capable of writing something this confusing and unsatisfying, unless it's on purpose. This story isn't done.

There has been a lot of focus in the season on class dynamics, but in the last couple of episodes they really start bringing this theme of how people deal with power to the forefront

With Ladybug and Chat deciding not to do anything against Chloe because it's not their responsibility even though they have the power to do it, everything with Lila, the increasingly reckless and harmful ways Gabriel is manipulating people because he thinks he gets to decide what is good for others, Gimmi complaining that no one ever summons them to tell them anything good and only summon Gimmi to use Gimmi's power.

And the thing that brings it together: Marinette's speech right at the end, just before Gabriel makes the wish, when she says the power is only valid when it's used for the greater good of other people.

And then the statue of Gabriel. Right after all of this, a statue commemorating the man who refuses to use his power for the good of others. The dissonance is on purpose. This story is thematically incomplete, and I think the London special will finally wrap it all up.

What does the fandom come away from this talking about? How interesting this all is and wondering how it gets resolved? No. The fandom on the subreddit (and some of them on Tumblr) say "The villain won without consequences! This is bad writing!" and "Why is Marinette not telling Adrien he's a sentimonster?".

I just. How do you watch that and come away with your biggest concern being "Marinette didn't tell Adrien the truth"? How do you not see that it's so much bigger than that? That's not one dangling plot thread, we're looking at an unfinished garment and complaining that the edges are fraying.

And a good portion of the fandom cannot for the life of themselves see the loom and the people working it still going. I don't know how to stretch this metaphor any further, but I cannot believe that anyone would look at something so blatantly incomplete and still treat it like it's the entire picture. It's a microcosm of a bigger issue with the fandom, which is, as far as I can tell, that this fandom wants to watch a different show. Seasons 4 and 5 are so vastly different from seasons 1 and 2, and I think the people that came here to enjoy the first two or three seasons but hated the later ones are angry with the show for not following the traditional kinds of stories in the genre.

This show isn't trying to be an episodic or somewhat serialized story about love squares and middle school nonsense. It's a deep and varied exploration of what being a magical girl does to a 14 year old (in addition to many other things), and it's not pretty. The show is trying to say "this was terrible for everyone, and it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and here's how". And most people didn't want that, which is fair. But it doesn't mean the show is badly written, nor does it mean the writers hate certain characters. It pisses me off that a show this well made, with so much time and effort and care, is constantly dismissed as a badly-written, disorganized piece of crap that people only like ironically. Something this well made deserves a more neutral presentation to let people form their own opinions, and it deserve appreciation for the innumerable things it does well, especially in later seasons and the specials.

In summary, Miraculous isn't bad. A vocal part, maybe even the majority, of the fandom just wanted something else based on the first 3 seasons, and hasn't realized it because they're so devoted to hating on the show. And it deserves a much better reputation than it has.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #mlb fandom #miraculous fandom #miraculous fandom meta #Miraculous s5 #miraculous season 5

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danrifics · 1 year ago

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you all pestered me for it and here it is. the closeness analysis/ theory.

now if you didn't see I basically had this theory that the closer to BIG and COTY we get in the DAPG timeline the closer dan and phil sit to each other. Dan made a comment about how them playing Heartthrob being like a gay soft launch and that got me thinking of some other ways they could have done it and one of those being the idea that as time goes on you get less and less strict and worrisome about what others think of you and so they end up gravitating closer and closer.

This post will be under a see more cos its probably gonna be long af.

I will be splitting it into stages.

2014 -15

2016 - 17

2018

revival

sorry the screenshots arent clickable to make bigger tumblr only allows for 30 on a post so i had to group them together!

(i will not be covering horror games apart from in the revival stage and i will also not be talking much about gamingmas 2023)

2014 - 15

now when i initially went to collect my evidence, i was suddenly worried maybe i kinda had things wrong because i feel like in Donkey Kong Country (the first dapg video, see screenshot below) they're sat pretty close but honestly when we get to how they sit a lot later on you'll see that this is actually pretty far apart

now here are some screenshots for the inital look at at the end of them we'll talk (this will be the layout for most of this post i think)

now of course this is only a selection of those year's videos if i screenshotted them all i fear this post would never end. now these first 2 years are a good mix of at desk videos on sofa videos. i noticed from some other videos not show here that in sofa videos they rend to sit a lot closer to each other than they do at the desk, this is kinda funny to me cos really they definitely have room for a wider frame on the couch if they wanted to sit like normal people.

2016 - 17

2016 and the start of 2017 feel like a mixed bag of how close together they are but i did notice that the more into 2017 we got the more they seemed to be shoulder to shoulder! these also started to wean out sofa sitting games (not 100% gone yet but almost). now if you're wondering why i've kept this screenshot apart its cos this is the last one in the first london apartment.

and honestly from here on out is where i believe the "soft launching" begins!

so lets finish 2017 and see if im right!

just had to single out this screenshot for a sec:

in case anyone wondered that is the face dan made during dream daddy when phil reads "we were roommates for a while too"

softlaunch?

anyway moving on

watching these videos definitely feels like something changed btw, while they still arent as close as we'll start seeing them sit, i definitely noticed more often they were shoulder to shoulder. but like a new room has definitely changed the vibe a little bit between them, and now we can move on to the next and final year of pre hiatus dapg, where things as you will see immediately start to change.

2018

like i said... immediately we are met with this, i would also like to let everyone know that 2018 is my favourite era of pre hiatus dapg

lets see what the rest of this year will bring

now i'm splitting 2018 up into parts because i need to do a whole talk about the tour situations so for now lets look at the above screenshots, now its very obvious that they are sitting so much closer to each other which i think is really funny considering how big that room is and often in this section of videos there is a lot of room either side of them so they literally do not need to be that close.

now lets talk about the tour bus. this is how close they're sitting

thats for sure a 1 person seat yet they've both forced themselves on even tho the sofa literally behind them would have been perfectly fine to sit on, and they cant give me "this is the only place to set up the camera" babe its really not theres a whole surface behind you.

okay thank you for listening to this, moving on to the final part of 2018!

(the last 2 screenshots are out of order oops)

idk about you but yeah i think they are definetly a lot closer than they were way back in 2014. i really dont have a lot to say other than that, and i have definetly proven my theory so now we've established that lets have a brief look at post hiatus dapg!

Revival

Now this is gonna be really brief its just a summary of where we are post BIG/COTY and post hiatus (things my brain still cant quite believe is real)

now here are the revival moments i wanna give a mention!

firstly sims season ep 3 when dan moves his chair away from phil and their wheels are literally locked together, pushing phil's chair too

heres dan looking into the monitor and then moving closer to phil <3

and finally

hand hold

thanks for reading all this and sorry if it didnt live up to the hype lmao

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phan #dapg #dnpg

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randomfoggytiger · 6 months ago

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React: A Late-Canon Reviler Gives the Revival a Try (My Struggle I), Part I

For David Duchovny’s birthday, I put out a poll asking Tumblr which of his projects I should watch for the first time.

The Revival won. Welp.

I then, fool that I am, put up another poll wherein I doomed myself by including an option to watch the whole thing.

And here we are.

My Struggle I.

Oh, boy.

This post will be long because I'm laying the groundwork for the rest of the series.

MY MODUS OPERANDI

I don’t care how cute or cuddly or happy or heartfelt individual MSR moments are, popcorn will be thrown if those scenes are achieved through incomplete, inane, or nonsensical plot points. Give me 1+1=2 or give me death.

The Revival is part of a whole that includes all of Seasons 1-9 and Fight the Future and I Want to Believe. As much as I prefer to distance this series from canon, the reality that it functions as a direct follow-up remains; and it needs to be judged accordingly.

And, as always, I separate the art from the artist~.

...WELP. It’s time to face my doom.

Let's go!

MY STRUGGLE IV

The intro’s… fine. Engaging, even.

I did notice, though: the last series and Fight the Future and I Want to Believe began with the same formula: glimpses from what will be an x-files case, then straight to Scully’s perspective. Usually Mulder’s narration and POV didn’t feature until the tail-end of a two or three parter, i.e. Redux or Amor Fati or… well, even then, it was juxtaposed against Scully’s.

Scully was the voice of The X-Files-- even Chris Carter noted that her report of each episode’s casefile became a motif of the show. Mulder’s narration was rare, very rare, even in episodes that were written to focus on him.

A definite and purposed choice, to be sure. Mulder as an active agent in his own story. …OR a story that focuses on Mulder’s voice instead of Scully’s.

We shall see.

The intro continues; and it’s still engaging, possibly gripping (too bad I know where this leads)... but the music got a bit LOTR there. Is that just me? Seems… mellow, orchestral, a little more fantasy than sci-fi. Am I nitpicking? Maybe.

The BIBLE references UFOs?? Lol, no. (Unless you count the objects described in Revelations-- the book, not the episode-- but even then, those are largely considered to be drones, not UFOs.)

Chris Carter, I see you.

(Note from the future: NOW I see why the Bible bit was included-- lots of heavy-handed "God means this, Scully" in order to get her on-board to join the files. Ugh.)

…They’re really doubling down on the UFO lore, huh. All of which evaporated because of global warming, I guess.

GUYS, why couldn’t this have been about life on Earth after Colonization?????

It fits with the disaster footage, it fits with Mulder’s voiceover, it fits with the character progression from Season 9 (I GUESS), it fits with a whooooooooooole ton of other factors.

I’ve never been one for wanting Colonization in canon, but it literally would have worked for this series. There wouldn't need to be a complete wipeout of humanity, maybe just a “disaster happened, but the humans are fighting back” scenario.

And that would fit with Mulder and Scully’s "breakup", PERHAPS-- they spent so much time working, trying to save the world (she in science, he on the ground or with untainted factions who coalitioned post-Colonization) that their relationship cracks would need to be actively worked through. Not broken up so much as together and repairing.

It would also help CC and co. to avoid the tempest of modern US politics and the more mainstream conspiracies that were taking hold at that time-- a broader reach to all audiences, a "bigger picture" for everyone to unite under.

(Guys, they should have let me write for this show. …I take it back, I’d have quit after three days.)

Also: The show writers spent all their brain power on this sequence and this sequence alone, didn’t they?

Obiwan Kenobi and Military Man are going on a bus somewhere.

...On closer inspection, neither man looks like anything like Obiwan Kenobi, but the nickname is staying.

We’re back to Scully at a hospital-- not unlike I Want to Believe’s opening.

Skinner called? Oh. Didn’t know he was “here” this early.

WAIT.

Wait, wait, wait.

Scully just called up Mulder like nothing’s a big deal? He answered like nothing’s a big deal? She’s smiling over his joke from the get-go?

…And we’re supposed to believe they’re seriously broken up. Which the show will insist is the case.

David and Gillian really said, “Script? What script?” and did what they wanted. I salute them.

Also, “What’s happening out there, Scully?” is a great line to point to Mulder’s continued isolation… which the series will IMMEDIATELY toss aside because he’s, apparently, not been as much of a hermit lately? (Granted, this could be a joke at his own expense because he’s no longer claimed by ~the darkness~, but…. I don’t think the writing’s gonna be that clever, I’ll be honest.)

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Fine, I admit it.

I’m loving this so far.

And that’s gonna make me even angrier later on.

“Why doesn’t he [Skinner] just call me?”

“He doesn’t know how to reach you, Mulder. I barely know myself.”

Mulder is baffled and a tinge annoyed, Scully is amused and straight shooting.

THERE IS NO HINT, BEHAVIOR, OR MANNERISM SUGGESTING THEY’VE BROKEN UP. None. At all. He’s isn’t reluctant to answer her call, isn’t sad or withdrawn, isn’t affected by anything she’s saying other than to be teasy or poky. She isn’t hesitant to call, isn’t sad or depressed, isn’t anything other than a little pleased to dangle a juicy tidbit in front of Mulder’s face.

This is gonna follow IWTB’s ping-pong writing-- they’re fun and in-character, they’re suddenly out-of-character, they’re fun and in-character, they’re suddenly out-of-character, etc. etc. etc.-- isn’t it?

(Mulder taping over his laptop’s webcam is a great touch and not something at all that I’ve done before. At all.)

“I thought you were done with UFOs-- the ‘stranglehold they put on your very existence’, I believe you put it.”

“I’m just the messenger, Mulder.”

That’s GOOD, that’s necessary writing. That’s planting the seeds of what happened between them, what led to a cooldown or a breakup or a whathaveyou. AND STILL neither character acts as if they’ve broken up: no melancholy, no sadness, no nothing.

Mulder’s timbre became a little sardonic while quoting back her words, but that doesn’t mean they’ve broken up. If anything, that points to a bicker and line-in-the-sand between them-- him bringing up UFOs at the dinner table and her reminding him to talk to someone else about it before turning the topic to how the lettuce is growing or something.

Neither actor is performing like one would if pain and trauma and heartbreak and distance were placed between them; and that really complicates things because the breakup is built on top of the aforementioned list of struggles.

Would Mulder have dug his heels in post 2012, seeing it as a sign that “the aliens” just changed their plans? Yes.

Would Scully have seen a pursuit down that rabbit hole as a waste of time? Debatable. The Truth S9 Scully wouldn’t have-- the aliens are still out there; and they cost her months of her life, months of Mulder’s abduction, months of Mulder’s death, months of Mulder’s separation, and the ultimate cost: William’s adoption and their life on the run. Post The Truth Scully would have seen this as her quest, too: she won’t give up, she says in the finale, because he won’t.

IWTB Scully, however, would- and that's a problem.

I’ve already discussed, at length, how out-of-character Scully was in I Want to Believe (posts here.) Although Mulder doesn’t escape from the same writing blunders, she is really, really scalped: of her courage, of her will, of her determination.

Whenever Scully gave up, in canon, it was only because she thought she was holding Mulder back, or when she felt Mulder had lost his faith and trust in her. That held true in Season 9-- despite the appalling writing choices there, too-- but didn’t in IWTB.

The Revival had the perfect opportunity to factory reset the writers' mistakes: portray a wiser duo who continue to fight the fight according to their strengths, like they always have before Mulder ever met Scully. (When Mulder tells Scully to set up a meeting with Skinner, he adds, “Don’t pretend I’m going alone”-- which reinforces my point.)

But I know that's not going to happen.

Scully goes without argument-- THAT’S GOOD, THAT’S GOOD CHARACTER WRITING. At this point in the game, of course she would-- they trust each other, they have for years, they’d have reached even deeper levels after going on the run for [insert math] years. All good things!

The problem: this will create a huge conflict with her actions later.

(I’m already so disappointed.)

“Uber?”/”Hitchhiking. Relax, Scully, I’m kidding” was a fun modernization of their humor, I’ll take it.

This scene is starting to highlight the distance between them, which is all well-and-good, but feels tonally different from the previous scene. As in, their two scenes were definitely filmed on different days, in different moods, and with different intents.

She’s worried about him, with tears in her eyes; he has his walls up; there’s distance, as previously noted.

“Good for you to get out of that little house every once in a while”/”Certainly was good for you” is followed up with knowing, indulgent, pleased smiles and you expect me to believe these two are seriously broken up. Nope. I’ve seen Scully sad but amused, I’ve seen Scully too sad to be amused, but these two? This moment? Nah.

Tonally dissonant-- the IWTB problem: at-ease and close one minute, at-odds and distant the next. Hoorayyyyyy....

None of this makes sense for a long-term, permanent (as Scully infers later to someone else) breakup. Nor for a short-term, semi-permanent one. Math doesn’t math.

“I’m always happy to see you,” she says, implying he's the one who permanently pulled away… which will be contradicted later this very episode.

“I’m always happy to find a reason [to leave the house],” he says, somberly.

Both of which are odd lines.

If he’s happy to leave the house to see her… why hasn’t he?

If she’s happy to see him, always, but says a relationship between them was "impossible" (which she will later), why is Scully staring at him with heart eyes, hoping he gets better so they can continue their relationship? (And mark my words, this tone underscores her interactions with him the rest of this series.)

Tad’s here. He’s... fine. He represents the overly cautious very well. At least he hasn’t gone full Alex Jones mockumentary (...yet.)

I’ve heard criticisms that Mulder and Scully don’t act like themselves in this series, but based off the few minutes I’ve seen here… I don’t agree.

The essence is the same. Truly. Scully’s got the same face that lights up the same way, Mulder’s got the same expressions and young-at-heart humor. Neither are really melancholic. Neither are David or Gillian esque.

Perhaps that will change.

(Note from the future: OH BOY. Which Mulder and Scully are we talking here-- OG Mulder and Scully? Nope. IWTB Mulder and Scully? Yep. David and Gillian? Once or twice.)

But, again, their interactions feel… wasted. Hollow. They’re supposed to be broken up, but their breakup doesn’t contribute to their interactions or the plot. They’re supposed to have suffered and are working back to each other… but they aren’t really separated, haven’t seemed to suffer (note from future: except for one scene which comes outta nowhere), and won’t collapse back together on-screen.

They’re supposed to be wiser and more mature, but they’ll still engage in a silly will-they-won’t-they while Mulder eats up the latest UFO or conspiracy slop he’s either already engaged in or debunked [insert math] years ago and Scully clings to her cowardice like a leech.

First nagging problem: Scully smiling at Tad, Scully excusing Mulder’s mannerisms when he becomes briefly jealous, Scully making nice with a conspiracy nut.

…Isn’t that Mulder’s job? Didn't she leave because conspiracies were consuming her life? Does this mean she actually does want this life back but is she playing coy or elusive because...?

Furthermore, when Mulder popped a comment off to a witness or informant in the past, Scully never excused him-- just breezed over it professionally with another question. She’s only saying “excuse him” here because she’s taken a shine to Tad. WHY, on this post-2012 global warming green Earth, WOULD SHE?

Tad says Mulder is the X-Files, Mulder says that “book is closed”... WAIT. Wait, hold up--

Pause. Stop. Rewind.

Mulder wants to believe. Actual proof is hard to come by.

Tad thinks Mulder is the X-Files.

MULDER SAYS… *ahem*... Mulder says, “I’m afraid that book is closed.” …Which means he’s no longer into UFOs or aliens, too. SO. why did Scully LEAVE.

If that’s behind him, why aren’t they together again???? Mulder didn’t know who Tad O’Malley was a minute or so ago, meaning he’s been outta the conspiracy scene for a bit. That MEANS his departure from Conspiracyville's been long enough to patch-up his obsession and ensuing depression, I guess.

But then... what about Scully??

Because Mulder wants her to come back (already subtly established in each scene), and Scully is concerned for his welfare; but Scully thinks he’s still into UFO conspiracy and hasn’t come back because of it? BUT SHE ISN’T SHOCKED WHEN HE SAYS “I’m afraid that book is closed” MEANING SHE KNOWS HE’S PUT THAT BEHIND HIM... BUT STILL HASN’T RETURNED?

And both of them aren’t acting as if they’ve broken up, anyway, except for a pointed line of dialogue here and a brief reaction there before they yeet back to the status quo.

They’ve left that behind them, Scully says, for better or worse. And Mulder latches onto that better or worse, making a pointed barb at their breakup, but…. There’s no writing glue, just suggestion and inference; and the suggestions themselves don’t add up.

Here come the bullet points.

Season 10 posits Mulder became depressed after the aliens didn’t invade in 2012-- that’s reasonable and logical, his nature is depressive when his expectations are subverted or smashed or etc.

Season 10 also posits Scully left because Mulder became too much to deal with. That’s… not logical, since her nature is to rescue and nurture, even when Mulder’s being an actual boil on her sittin’ cheeks (ala Demons, etc., etc.)

Season 10 posits Mulder’s hard to get a hold of-- despite being in the same house the FBI helicoptered to in IWTB-- and posits it might be hard for Scully to get a hold of him-- despite the fact both characters easily got in contact, knew it was each other, and even joked about the fact it’s hard to get in contact with Mulder… which means it really isn't. (The script doesn’t catch these discrepancies, of course, pretending Mulder is very hidden away at the same ol' house he'd been discovered at in 2008.)

Season 10 says Scully doesn’t want UFOs to be part of her life anymore, that it was a stranglehold… yet she came along on a conspiracy gig without question to… what? Be around Mulder? But then, why warm up to the conspiracy guy-- an embodiment of what drove her and her partner apart?

Season 10 posits Mulder chased Scully off with his conspiracy spiraling YET ALSO states he’s put that part of his life-- conspiracies, UFOs, the X-Files-- behind him. Which implies: A. Mulder’s aaaaaaall better now and B. he put that all behind him but Scully never came home and C. Scully shouldn’t know he put that all behind him if that’s what’s keeping her away; but she does know because his declaration doesn’t take her by surprise, which means she’s still driven away and concerned for him for no discernable reason.

Season 11 posits Scully didn’t leave because Mulder became too much to deal with but because she, too, had issues to deal with. This point wasn't mentioned or hinted at in the episode that introduces their breakup, which makes that line of reasoning a complete rewrite. (Whatever. I’ll judge how well that’s executed when I get there.)

It doesn’t add up.

Are we surprised.

Five seconds after this, I had to listen to a back-and-forth between Tad O’Malley and Mulder on conspiracies and Conservatives and alien beliefs and the O’Reilly Factor and….

This seems out of touch, I’m not sorry.

When this show aired, Conservatives already had their miles-long conspiracy theories. For Mulder to be ignorant of that fact while allegedly knowing exactly who and what Tad believes while also alleging….

More bullet points!

Fox “I’m afraid that book is closed” Mulder has, supposedly, been out of the conspiracy scene.

Fox “I’m afraid that book is closed” Mulder isn’t aware that not only did 2015 Conservatives believe in aliens-- despite the fact Tad is a watered-down copy-paste of Alex Jones-- but that there were also Conservative believers in the 90s (who were a fringe in their own group, but.) This was Mulder’s expertise; and his eidetic memory isn’t likely to have tossed that info because it was no longer relevant to his life.

Fox “I’m afraid that book is closed” Mulder has supposedly not been out of the conspiracy scene-- despite saying he is-- because he does know who Tad O’Malley is-- despite not knowing who he was two minutes ago.

Mulder is assuming that Conservatives “of your credentials” don’t believe in UFOs or “9/11 false-flag conspiracies” despite people from the Left, Center, and Right publicly believing those conspiracies in 2015.

Fox “I’m afraid that book is closed” Mulder is supposed to be dismantling Tad’s grift; but he (and the writers) sound uneducated and incredibly out-of-touch during this dialogue-- as if all Conservatives were still Bush-era believers. Most were suspicious of the government by this time (they helped elect a man who ran on a “drain the swamp” campaign, after all.) Mulder’s bewilderment here is old and tired, even by 2015 standards.

This writing is flashy-- long sentences, quick back-and-forths-- but poorly constructed and badly executed.

This is also the first segment where David Duchovny is peeking through Fox Mulder; where Scully is swinging wildly between absolutely-fine-with-Mulder and we’re-no-longer-together; and where we, the audience, are being force-fed that only one side of the political aisle believes in aliens-- or the Bigger Question or whatever-- on a show that wants to poke at unfounded conspiracy beliefs.

Oh, look! Scully made a Scully-face, so everything’s good now!

(UuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH--)

Sveta. Aww, I like her--

“You don’t remember me.”

“No, I think I’d remember.”

WHAT WAS THAT.

Show writers, STOP with the romantic triangulation, it’s NOT. GONNA. HAPPEN. David doesn’t even TRY to make that romantic-ish. Yet you angle on Scully’s face as if she’s supposed to be out-of-the-loop and a tinge jealous.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, hoooooooooooooooooooold up.

Svetta was a dark-haired little girl Mulder interviewed after her first abduction, meaning she’s set up to be another Samantha.

So…………………. What’s with the murky jealousy issue, CHRIS. You wedged it in solely so Scully would feel jealous over Mulder? Y’know. Like I Want to Believe?

And I say Chris Carter because he wanted to play the breakup angle:

"We do it in an interesting way," Carter told The Hollywood Reporter. "We put some of the tension back in that was relieved by them being together. It added to the storytelling opportunities. It's something that I came up with; I had been thinking about it. There was always talk of [breaking them up] if we did another movie."

The first shot canon takes right between the eyes:

Scully being “familiar” with the “screen memories” abductees are given was a cool touch… except she’s never been given “screen memories.” The abductees in Jose Chung’s From Outer Space were given screen memories-- she was returned a blank slate. (Even Mulder didn’t have “screen memories” after his abduction.)

Scully poking Sveta about aliens taking her unborn fetuses seems a tad (heh) strong except all the alien-related pregnancies have been the result of government testing, not alien probes. So. If this scene followed canon's rules, her skepticism would be warranted.

But this skepticism is still odd.

Two seconds ago, she was making nice to Tad O’Malley in the car, and now she’s leading the questioning for Sveta. The odd icing on top of this odd cake is that Scully left because she didn’t want UFOs to have a stranglehold on her life, yet here she is leading an interview with an abductee.

Sveta: “I have alien DNA, for sure.”

Scully: “Have you had a doctor confirm that?”

Sveta: “No.”

Me, too, Mulder. Me, too.

Scully doesn’t question the alien DNA bit, so that’s good.

…I’ll bet everyone forgets she and Mulder have a bit lingering in their systems from the black oil and his brain thingy and residue from when she touched the ship and and and.

“Something you can test. Dana.”

What… what was that.

Honestly, what was that. Whatever mood David was conveying through Mulder, it didn’t match anything from any previous scenes, let alone this one.

Is he poking at Scully? Why? He’s not jealous anymore (if he even was.) The way he says it and her expression in response implies they have a tense back-and-forth going on, but they don’t. THEY DON’T.

We’re 13 minutes in and I could make another numerical list. But I won’t. Yet.

Back to not-Obiwan Kenobi and Military Man.

That alien’s stupid bad-looking.

Wait.

That’s not how canon said Roswell unfolded.

And the first alien shot on Earth was by Deep Throat’s hands-- that was his whole turning-point backstory.

CURSE YOU, LACK OF A SHOW BIBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(Note from the future: All of that past canon? Fake. Faked. All lies. None of that happened.)

“What have you done??” Not-Obiwan Kenobi yells… and what have they done?

Back to Scully and Sveta.

Sveta can move things with her mind-- not all the time-- but at least Scully is listening to her claims without automatically shutting them down.

But also…

“I can move things. With my mind,” should have IMMEDIATELY had a greater impact on Scully, up-close-and-personal as she was to her son’s abilities. But nope! No reaction! Of course!

Sveta “You were together but now you’re not” is asking the right questions. I don’t even mind Sveta. I’ll bet this episode’s the last time we see her, though.

Does she contribute to anything? No. But she’s nice, so.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

Scully diagnosed-- wait, hold up, list time.

Scully diagnosed Mulder with depression.

That killed their relationship.

…THAT killed their relationship? After everything?

The writers are going to have to explain, in detail, why that killed it.

Why does canon need to explain? Because we have a history of Scully sticking by Mulder during the worst periods of both their lives-- leaving him would have to require a very, very good reason.

And there is no indication, thus far, that Mulder’s depression drove a humungous wedge between them, forcing her to walk away. In fact, there is no indication a wedge exists between them, AT ALL-- only the odd, inconsistent word or phrase here or there that bears no weight on the plot or their ultimate decisions.

Whenever Scully left in canon, it was because she could no longer help Mulder. Season 11 will rewrite Season 10’s initial explanation but setting that aside: we’re not given any indication that she did try to help him; or that his depression was so deep and so dangerous that it drove her away.

And if it were that deep or that dangerous enough to drive her away, Scully leaving would have been the last and worst possible action she could have taken. If Mulder's mental state was in such a massive nose-dive that she couldn’t handle what he was going through, Scully-- a medical professional-- would have had him hospitalized, even temporarily against his will, because she would know (per Demons or Gethsemane or Amor Fati) that this level of depression always manifested in suicidal tendencies for her partner.

But Mulder, as per the rules laid out in this episode, never went that far in his deterioration. (Note from the future: We'll get to that.)

If he had, Skinner would have been aware of his hospitalization and wouldn’t have asked for his help; Scully would have been aware and wouldn’t have passed on the information; and Scully wouldn’t have called from the hospital with a degree of buoyancy when relaying Skinner's request to Mulder.

In short: Scully leaving = very big, very drastic measure. Mulder suffering from depression = very big, very bad consequences. Scully's nature and past actions = getting Mulder help, even if he resists at first (i.e. shooting him in the shoulder to save his life.) Mulder and Scully's partnership = unbroken, except through distrust or botched writing.

“And you have a child together.”

Wow, that wasn’t clunky at all.

SCULLY STICKS SVETA HARD WITH A NEEDLE BECAUSE SVETA MENTIONS WILLIAM, darkly saying "That's enough", SO SVETA WOULD KNOW SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE.

I’m… so disgusted. Like, eck. Urk. Awful.

Telling Sveta to back off, strongly, would be in-character; USING PAIN TO DO SO is…. So wrong on so many levels. Scully never utilized medicine to inflict pain or injury on her enemies.

Wow, this grossed me out. You know why?

Scully diagnosed Mulder with depression and left. At first glance, that seem like an out-of-character action that the writing can salvage later by this or that means.

BUT THEN, Scully inflicts pain on Sveta for mentioning William, leaving the audience with the impression that she’s vindictive.

Which then connects the dots between “vindictive” and “left Mulder when he was diagnosed with depression.”

And since we, the audience, haven’t been given a stronger reason for how Mulder’s depression got that bad or why she didn’t help him through it, we’re then left with a sour impression of Scully’s character.

The writers then try to imply Sveta was spilling out Scully’s personal secrets to prove that her powers were real, but that still doesn’t give Scully the right to abuse her power. Especially because a traumatized woman was trying any method possible to be believed.

And the fact that Sveta is also a victim of the government weaponizing science and medicine makes me even angrier at Scully.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, BOY, another helicopter outside the Unremarkable House, my favorite part of IWTB....

Mulder’s never seen… an alien replica vehicle.

Oh, my mistake: “No. Never. Not like that.” Covering all the bases, I see. Y’know, in case the writers FORGOT MULDER SAW ONE in SEASON 1, EPISODE 2.

OH, LOOK, he’s got his wonder face back, everything’s aaaaaaaaaaaaall better now!

Running on free energy they’ve had since the 40s, sure Jan. Whatever you say.

This just feels so old. Like. Tech we haven’t had since the 40S, GUYS, GET IT, BIG MONEY CORPOS KEPT IT FROM US. Yeah, we got it.

And the flashbacks to Not-Obiwan Kenobi just walking off with an alien corpse because Military Man didn’t… see… value in studying… it. I guess.

Scully doing “God’s work” giving kids ears because their biology neglected it.

I admit, that’s an intriguing window into her perspective of God vs. science, and how she sees a person’s biology separate from God messing them over or messing them up just because. I dig it.

(Note from the future: This will be used as a plotline club rather than a nuanced discussion of her faith.)

Mulder being the most challenging relationship she’s ever had-- “and the most impossible”-- is a weird line. Because yes, it’s true that their relationship is challenging; but her fervor at impossible is the only time in this episode we see an adversarial tendency, DESPITE My Struggle I trying to drum up moments to prove TENSIONS still LINGER (they don't.)

It’s IWTB all over again. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

“Yeah. I got that impression.” Tad says, and Scully’s hurt because she thinks Mulder gave Tad that impression of her.

So. So. Wait.

Scully lied when she stated “It’s impossible” because she didn't like Tad poking into her private affairs?

But she sounded truly convinced their relationship was "impossible" while saying it.

So, she was either angry or still confused about her emotions-- which is fine, Scully's not always in-tune with her inner workings-- when Tad replied, "I got that impression."

Which explains why she was so hurt at Mulder's seeming rejection.

Because she thinks Mulder’s behavior led Tad to that conviction.

Which means CC just wants Mulder and Scully to be caught in a miscommunication fic.

Also, why is Tad so sad about this? Were they his OTP, or is he pretending to sympathize to get in Scully’s pants? Because that’d be crummy, Chris, to have her be overly nice to Tad only for him to try to twist that into an opening as the new conspiracy guy on the block.

On a lighter note, Chris Carter said Mulder and Scully could still get it in their 50s, so there’s that.

HE DID, HE DID SET SCULLY UP TO BE PURSUED BY TAD--

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT--

KNOCK IT OFF, CHRIS.

Poor Sveta. She’s gonna be butchered in this script, isn’t she?

The series is EATING up vast amounts of time with very little scale or grounding. For all I know, a day or a week could have passed.

It’s so, so badly paced.

Mulder’s investigating now, without Scully, because he noticed Sveta had a tell during the interview.

Um.

Sure, that’s a Mulder thing to do.

Oh, wait. This is the “work of men” realization.

The dialogue between Mulder’s questions and Sveta’s answers are really disjointed, as if they’re mildly talking past each other-- another aspect of IWTB I couldn’t stand.

Welp, at least it’s easy to prove they were both written by the same people.

The second shot-in-the-head for canon:

“Sveta, who took your babies?”

“Men.”

“Men? Humans? You saw their faces.”

Also, Sveta’s babies are referred to as her babies, but William-Jackson isn’t Scully’s baby despite sharing half her DNA but Emily Sim was Scully’s baby despite also only sharing half her DNA.

It’s a mess.

Well… Mulder doesn’t seem too surprised here that men were involved in her abductions (I mean, he's long since been aware the government was involved from day one, so.) It’d be really stupid if the writing made him surprised about this later, wouldn’t it?

…Wouldn’t it?

Another poorly constructed set of lines:

“I haven’t worked for them [the government] in years.”

“But you always wondered… if they were lying to you, too.”

No, he didn’t wonder-- he believed it.

A wonky way to address his old skepticisms, for sure.

JUST AFTER I NOTED THAT MULDER DIDN’T LOOK SURPRISED AT SVETA'S REVELATION, HE CALLS UP SCULLY AND MAKES A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT BEING A CONSPIRACY OF MEN.

I knew this was coming, but maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan that was so, so poorly handled.

SCULLY WAS GETTING (sort of) WINED AND DINED BY TAD O’MALLEY??????????????

I HATE IT HERE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHAT IS HAPPENING, WHAT IN THE WORLD AND WHY, HOW COULD YOU BE SO EASILY FLEECED, DANA, THIS ISN’T AN ED JERSE PARALLEL BECAUSE YOU THINK MULDER DOESN’T WANT YOU, THIS IS STUPID, THIS IS THIS IS THIS IS

WHAT.

I thought Scully had dated Tad O’Malley in the past (sometime after the breakup) but this is worsefarworse.

SVETA IS THE KEY TO EVERYTHING, I’M SO TIRED.

“Mulder, where are you going?” sounds exactly like Scully, and now I’m mad Gillian didn’t use that voice for the rest of the show (voice recovery aside....)

I KNEW SKINNER WAS BEHIND GETTING THEM BACK. He just calls up Scully to call Mulder up, then just unlocks the old office when Mulder wants to get back in. 110% Skinner thought this would help his buddy Mulder. And he’s not wrong.

Wait.

Did Skinner put in more effort to save Mulder from his mental health struggles (per this My Struggle I episode) than Scully??????

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-- my brain is broken.

The hold on Skinner’s face while he says “Can you tell me what this is about” was way too long.

Also, don’t try to play coy with me, Skinman.

Now the camera’s zooming around and losing its “X-Files” feel by being too… modern.

Skinner telling Mulder to calm down is the only time in canon where I agree with him. Mulder’s just spouting and demanding and not really making clear sense and this is why you don't let Mulder back into his basement without Scully by his side, Skinner-- don’t you remember that lesson?

Skinner telling Mulder to calm down then saying he doesn’t take orders from him only for Mulder to say “Who do you take orders from?”, ugh.

GUYS, THIS WAS RESOLVED IN SEASON. 2. BECAUSE MULDER KNEW MEN WERE BEHIND THE CONSPIRACY SINCE SEASON 1, EPISODE 2; AND SKINNER SINCE SEASON 2, EPISODE ASCENSION.

BECAUSE SKINNER’S ALREADY HAD HIS LOYALTY TESTED AND THIS IS HURTING MY BRAIN MAKE IT END.

I’m not even 25 minutes into this, help.

“Why do you think I called you? Because I was looking out for you, because I’ve always looked out for you.” Is… is Skinner the only character who’s progressed? That’s exactly what he would do-- he’s acting sensibly, rationally, and in-character... and more mature, more veteran, than his agents.

I know the Revival is supposed to be “Mulder and Scully all grown-up” but none of their actions have been intelligent, measured, or informed by their age or life experience. It’s a farce that I hope future episodes will rectify.

“A decade of my life--” Mulder rants and kicks his poster like a toddler AND YOU KNEW ALL THIS INFORMATION FROM SEASON 1, MULDER. NONE OF THIS IS NEW. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHAT IS THIS.

I can’t imagine how disappointed philes were when they tuned into this episode. Well... I can because of how I feel; but at least I knew, roughly, how bad it would be going in.

This is worse.

Skinner: “You’re blaming me for that?”

Mulder: “No, I’m blaming myself. I’m sure they lied to you, too.”

This isn’t a revelation, chump.

At least Skinner confirms my theory: “There hasn’t been a day since you’ve left that I haven’t reached for my phone to call you, Mulder, wishing you were still down here.”

Feral Mulder is touched.

“Since 9/11--” OH NO, WHY ARE WE GOING THERE “--this country’s taken a big turn and in a very strange direction.”

Guys. Guys. This isn’t… this… what.

“Now they police us, spy on us, and tell us that makes it safer--” CAN THE WRITERS GET OFF A SOAP BOX FOR FIVE SECONDS. Of course it isn’t safer to be unnecessarily policed or spied on, but the answer isn't just "boo, the government!" What… why… my brain’s melting, I feel it deteriorating.

This, again, feels so Bush-era. Like, whoever wrote this didn’t update their mentality.

Also, the camera shots and cuts are weird. Holding too long, zooming out at “pause and take THAT in” moments, focusing on Mulder’s phone while he silently calls up Skinner to prove a point… it’s supremely unsubtle.

Back to Tad, I don’t care. You did this to yourself, Scully, cozying up only to be used as a name drop on his show. Stupid.

Is Scully gonna be shocked she has alien DNA? She shouldn’t be.

But then again, Mulder shouldn’t be shocked this has all been a work of men, so.

She’s expecting-- no, hoping-- for a call from somebody named Mulder.

Sure, they’re broken up with hard feelings. Sure. Absolutely.

Is this old man Not-Obiwan Kenobi?

Of course.

At least Mulder seems old hat at this informant business.

But of course, he’s “not even close” to putting it all together.

Stupid.

WAIT.

The countdown was WRONG-- Mulder states it began, not ended in 2012, meaning he's believed this theory for some time. Meaning... why was he so depressed after 2012? Why are there still depression concerns in 2015?? Seriously, what's with his depression if the 2012 Colonization was allegedly the cause of it but there is no Colonization and the clock's simply been reset????

WHY WAS HE DEPRESSED IF HE RECONFIGURED THE COUNTDOWN. WHAT.

Mulder: "Not by aliens, not with aliens, but by a conspiracy of men--"

“You’re wasting my time.” Tell him, old man Not-Obiwan Kenobi!

“Ten years ago, you came to me--”

Wait, ten years ago? What, 2005? The guy showed up while Mulder was on the run? And Scully never… knew about this?

There were no aliens lighting each other on fire??????????????????? WAIT, I NEVER HEARD THIS INFORMATION.

THERE WERE NEVER ALIENS, AT ALL???????????????????? Like, AT ALL?????

The writers are saying that Scully's experience on Ruskin Dam in Season 5 was not two warring alien factions BUT TWO GROUPS OF MEN LIGHTING EACH OTHER ON FIRE, OR GIVING EVERYONE FALSE MEMORIES OF ALIENS LIGHTING EACH OTHER ON FIRE, OR...??????

hONESTLY.

Let's be real specific for a second: Chris Carter expects us to believe that the ENTIRE mytharc from the original show was ALL faked; that there were no aliens, ZERO, ZILCH; and that CSM and Deep Throat and all the others created elaborate schemes JUST to manipulate MULDER because the aliens weren't a threat from the start????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? DON’T BELIEVE YOUR LYING EYES. THEY WERE ALL MEN IN SUITS.

Like… do you realize how stupid that is? How actually, unfathomably stupid that is? It’s not just “the aliens didn’t invade because of global warming,” no, it’s “they were never a problem to begin with, we just manipulated Mulder into believing they were because… because he’s so important, I GUESS.”

Roswell’s also a smokescreen, of course.

Y’know how, during the 90s, DD thought The X-Files was a stupid sci-fi show? If he thought each mytharc plot was as bad as this one, no wonder he wanted to bail.

Oh, by the way, the global warming explanation is part of a theory: the fascist elites will dominate the world and escape from consequences into space, leading the rest of humanity to die by a globally warmed planet. The aliens weren't chased off by global warming because they were never a factor to begin with.

Wow.

I CAUGHT A CONTINUITY ERROR!

Scully shows up at his place in her uniform from yesterday, panicked, like she’d just run from Tad’s side to see what happened despite her saying over a day has passed.

Going to ignore his “What are you doing here, Scully?” because we’ve ping-ponged back to the out-of-character Mulder that the writers use when it’s time to remind everyone he and Scully are broken up.

It’s IWTB all over again, I’m so tired.

They’re talking past each other and he’s touching her shoulders now because he needs her to trust him and yadda yadda yadda.

It’s soooo, sooooo, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo highschool, I’m sorry. This is Riverdale. This is [insert whatever teen series you want to watch.] These are teenagers masquerading as adults, for the angst.

None of this holds up, their emotions shift left and right without provocation, things just happen, and there is no strand of continuity stringing anything together.

Scully trying to talk Mulder down from further pursuit doesn’t make sense because, AGAIN, she’s the one who's always gone back to the files even when he walks away; and every time he’s given up, or wanted to, SHE'S called him back and held him accountable and kept him going.

This is the Scully from IWTB with no gumption of her own, who denies her leaps forward because of plot, plot, plot.

Guys, I’ve been religiously dosing myself with caffeine (via chocolate), but my body keeps trying to make me go to sleep because it’s so uninvested. I don't even need sleep.

“This is my life, this is, this is everything I believe in--” HOW. MANY. TIMES. Has he said this before. WHEN HAS THAT LINE EVER WORKED ON SCULLY.

But that's beside the point: "this" was no longer his life after Amor Fati, by his own choice. Closure brought him closure, but he was already spittin' walk-away talk by Requiem, chose to leave in Vienen, and insisted Scully stay gone in Alone. In Season 9, it was Scully who had to beg him into hiding to pursue the Truth or whatever; and it was Scully who brought him the case in IWTB and Scully who relayed Skinner's request and tagged along both times until she got uncomfy and decided never mind, too hard.

Y’know? This claim gets to me because it’s a lie. A lie so blatant that 90s Mulder would have thrown hands over it, a lie so baseless that it erases his declaration in the hallway:

“I don’t know if I want to do this alone. I don’t even know if I can.” And every time Mulder yells his “THIS IS MY LIFE”, he erases that part of his past, the part that willingly left the files or the big Truth or the next chase to save Scully’s life or to keep her by his side.

Chris Carter said Mulder and Scully were The X-Files post The Truth… but I guess he keeps conveniently forgetting that. More accurately, he keeps making MULDER forget that, in spite of all evidence in Mulder’s history and personality to the contrary.

It infuriates me.

“Tad O’Malley is a charming man--” get outta here.

Now Scully’s been played the fool so she’s going to think Mulder’s being toyed around with by a social media sociopath. You’re an idiot, Scully.

You’re an idiot, Mulder.

You expect us to be idiots, writers.

Here’s some ham-fisted “Fate” dialogue for you, *ahem*:

Scully: “How do you know he’s not playing you, he’s a player!” (You would know, Scully.)

Mulder: “He’s a Godsend!”

Mulder’s not a believer in God, BUT this is also supposed to refer to the God conversation Scully and Tad had in the hospital, which will inadvertently make Scully ~believe~ again.

“What are you talking about?” I’m with ya there, Scully. I’m with ya, there.

Scully’s trying to insist Mulder's on a verge of a breakdown, which… UGH.

This scene implies Mulder hasn’t had a breakdown or a break from reality YET-- Scully spends the episode constantly concerned for his health and begging him, here, to watch what where he's stepping because he’s on the verge of spiraling.

Which means he hasn't spiraled, because she's afraid of what would happen to him IF he did.

MEANING that there wasn’t an inciting factor that made her leave: no alcoholism, no outbursts, no nothing. He just became depressed, probably withdrawn, and wouldn’t change; so, she left.

Do you realize what that means, per this episode? It means Scully ANTICIPATED a breakdown and left BEFORE it happened. Then hoped he’d get better before it did.

Which breaks the established morals of her character. If she had been able to help, she would have stayed. If she hadn’t been able to help, she would have found another way to help him, even if it involved calling in a third party against his will. Instead, she withdrew and hoped he would get better BEFORE he reached a breaking point-- essentially, leaving him to an impending breakdown while hoping and praying against it.

This makes her decision to leave a mark of weak character-- not because she was a woman who left her depressed husband, but because Dana Scully, whose character we amply know, left. It checks none of the boxes she'd have to clear first before choosing to take one step out the door.

All the fic I’ve read to justify their breakup-- and make no mistake, CC wrote her to say “as your friend” intentionally-- or time apart or whathaveyou had Scully reach a breaking point. Because, of course! That's logical. But here, in canon-- in black and white-- that didn’t happen.

We, the audience, have to create a plausible scenario in our minds to justify the steps she took. Because. it. Is. not. In. canon (as per this episode.)

Now Scully’s gonna get jealous of Sveta, I’m so done. Riverdale, uuuuuuuuugh.

Mulder just lets Scully walk away because Scully thinks he wants Sveta but “Sveta is the key to everything” and if Scully wants to misunderstand that she should have more trust in him, I guess, and I NEED A RESPIRATOR.

He just says “Scully” once and lets her huff off.

TAD’S BACK, GO AWAY.

WAIT, TAD STOPS HER BEFORE SHE LEAVES.

Mulder: “I would have invited you, Scully, but I didn’t think you would come.”

That’s…

That’s….

Let’s break down this stupidity:

Scully shows up.

Mulder had Sveta in the house because he was calling her and O'Malley for a group meeting.

When Scully becomes nearly hysterical over his safety, he doesn’t reason with her, just spouts like a lunatic.

When she misreads the Sveta situation and stomps off, he lets her go with a weak, “Scully"--

--because he knew Tad was right behind her and was pulling in to stop her from leaving.

Because Tad and Sveta were invited but Scully was not.

And Scully was not invited because.

Because she might not show up.

I’m just preaching to the choir at this point, continuing on.

Scully gave in, just like that. Guess she’s not leaving, anymore.

She’s so, so… spineless. Has been since Season 9, has been a BIT since Season 8 (though that was at least justified and kept to a bare minimum.)

I’m just. So sick of passive Scully.

I HATE THOSE STINGER NOISES NOW.

It’s always, “You can't let this information out because these men work in secrecy”/”What is it?”/”You’ll see”; then stinger; then we, the audience, are immediately shown what it is.

No suspenseful build-up.

Tad: “Then why are you [Scully] here?”/”Scully: “Mulder, what are you up to?”/Mulder: *knowing look*/stinger/next scene.

KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY.

“Implanting of alien embryos”-- so Sveta’s babies weren’t her babies.

So Scully’s baby wasn’t her baby.

But Emily was her baby but William isn’t.

Sure, Jan.

In spite of this information, the Revival will paint William as their son until it doesn’t; despite, again, stating from day one that the alien babies are implanted embryos and not biological babies.

So, these two boneheads should have suspected that William wasn’t theirs, anyway.

Even though William is theirs because the CSM timeline doesn’t add up, which they would have mathed in their heads by the time little William was snuggled in their arms.

It’s all so stupid.

Why does this feel so fearmongery about the government? And I’m not going to sit here and say the government should be trusted-- it has a VERY bad history, I'm aware. But this is “my first conspiracy” level of worldbuilding.

Did the writers think it was clever to set O’Malley up as a bad actor then reveal he was a good actor, modeling him after the notorious Alex Jones only to point and jeer, “HAH, you assumed! He’s actually on Mulder’s side!”

Because that’s not genius, that’s laziness.

Scully only now decides to inform everyone Sveta has no evidence of alien DNA? So, what, she was never going to tell them unless Mulder kept being, what, crazy?

“They got to her,” says Mulder about Sveta, but Scully LITERALLY SAID she had no alien DNA, so what was Sveta supposed to believe???????? That Tad O'Malley wasn't using her for as a hoax???

Mulder ran all the way to her house, or ubered then ran, or whatever… and she’s gone, of course.

Poor Sveta.

Tad O’Malley’s Truth Site is gone, oh, noooooo.

Look, I’ll always be against censorship. But this is sending so many odd and mixed signals that it’s creating craaaaaaaaaaaaazy levels of dissonance.

Mulder wrote “Don’t Give Up” in Scully's car dust….

Riverdale.

Mulder presents the global warming = no aliens theory?

I’m so tired.

WAIT, SCULLY BELIEVES MULDER'S THEORY NOW THAT HER BOY TAD’S BEEN PULLED OFF THE NETWORK.

“We need to find her [Sveta], Mulder,” Scully insists.

Hold on, prediction time: Scully only changed her mind because this case now involves her-- i.e. only extending empathy to Christian (a boy that reminded her of William) and not to the string of missing, possibly murdered, women in IWTB.

OF COURSE. Her results for Sveta ended up being wrong AND HER OWN GENOME HAS ALIEN DNA IN IT, TOO.

You selfish, self-centered clone of Dana Scully.

Scully truly hasn’t recovered since… Season 9, let’s be real, where she told Mulder to leave then spent the whole year crying over his absence. In IWTB, she brought Mulder a case then left him when he wouldn’t stop his pursuit (to SAVE. LIVES.) And in the Revival, she called Mulder and the gang crazy until her own genome showed alien DNA.

Hate this, hate this, HATE this.

Also, yeah, she already knew she had alien DNA in the OG series, moving on.

Oh, and now they get a call from Skinner just when Scully says someone has to stop the bad guys.

OF COURSE.

Remember the God convo from earlier, guys???? GOD. FATE. SOMETHINGSOMETHINGSOMETHING.

You had ONE good idea to explore-- how Scully views God vs. the aberrations of biology-- and then just... used it as a convenient club to beat in the “God/Fate means for us to do this” instead.

“Scully, are you ready for this?”

“I don’t know there’s a choice.”

Can’t someone PLEASE just explore her faith with nuance? PLEASE?

Sveta's DEAD???????? I’M SO MAD, I liked her!

YOU FAILED HER, SCULLY.

YOU FAILED MULDER, SCULLY.

WHY DOES SCULLY HAVE TO KEEP FAILING PEOPLE????????????

Skipping the CSM scene because I don’t care, the END.

CONCLUSION

How does Scully’s mischaracterization keep reaching new lows?

How does Mulder become less wise with age?

How is Skinner the only mentally mature character here?

I’m so tired.

#txf #React #Revival #A Late-Canon Reviler Gives the Revival a Try #Revival Reviler's first-time watch through #My Struggle I #mine #first-time watch through #Part I #x-files #xfiles #the x files #Mulder #Scully #Tad O'Malley #Sveta #S10 #xf meta #thoughts

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alexjcrowley · 2 years ago

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Since the House M.D. fandom on Tumblr is getting bigger, I though I'd share with you the fact that all I took six years to finish watching the show, and I started well after it finished airing. Why did I take so long, you ask? Here's why.

I started watching House M.D. suring my second year in high school (in my country high school is five years, btw). When I was a kid my parents watched the show, I only caught bits of it and I didn't like it because I didn't understand it. When I was 15-16, out of nowhere if not pure curiosity, I decided to give the show a shot. I became obsessed with it.

I spent entire afternoons watching it. I was a straight A student, as americans say, I was "a pleasure to have in class" and then I started skipping P.E. to watch House on my phone in the locker room. I forced my best friend to skip the lessons with me (they did it gladly). My classmates skipped P.E. to smoke outside of the gym, I jumped up and down in the locker room to find signal so the episodes would load. I still remember making my best friend watch Euphoria part I and II whole others played volleyball. It did not end there.

I remember being at the house of an old friend studying chemistry and biology (which, ironically, I've always sucked at): it was me, my best friend and a couple of other gals. These girls were trying to understand science homework while me and my best friend were giggling because I spent all the time writing "Gregory House" with hearts around his name or lines from the show on the margins of the science textbooks. And, since I have a heavy hand with pencils and pens, I was never able to lend my science textbook to anyone ever (especially the teacher, who sometimes asked for our textbooks) because I had love notes for a fictional doctor written all over it.

I started referring to myself as House and my best friend as Wilson, and to this day on my phone my best friend is saved (amongst other nicknames) as "Jimmy" and I, on their phone, as something like "untrustworthy limp" (I started watching the show in my native language, not English, and in Italian at some point Wilson calls House "zoppo malfidato"), which, by the way, proved to be incredibly accurate because in a few years I would have started having problems with my left ankle, which would have led me to limp a lot and use crutches.

Therefore the question arises spontaneously: why did I take so long finishing the show? Well, as you can clearly understand, I really liked House's and Wilson's friendship, it meant a lot to me (and later on I would have understood, as an aromantic, it was the qpr I aspired to have).

We all know what happens at the end of season 4. I cried like a baby and all that, it took a couple of days, but I started season 5.

But then, in season 5, House and Wilson weren't magically friends again (who would have thought?). And my poor little heart, simply couldn't bear that. Suddenly I was taking P.E. again, and my best friend was asking about House and I said "I need time to elaborate". And then I didn't, for six years.

"Hey, don't they make up in the fourth episode of the season?" Yes, they do. Do you want to know at which episode of the fifith season I stopped watching because I couldn't bear to see them not being friends? The first. Fucking. Episode. I watched one episode of the fifth season that ended with Wilson saying "We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure we ever were" and said "Nope, I can't, MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS" and as a matter of a fact it didn't take it. I saw them not being friends for ONE episode for something that was ENTIRELY justifiable and I had to take a moment for six years.

"Then how did you decide to watch the rest of it one day?" well, well, well, let's jump six years forwards, no longer than last year. Last year was the worst year of my life and I doubt this will ever change, it was the first year of university and truly a year I wish I could forget. I started doing things I regret, my life was a mess, I skipped an exam, my mother was angry with me, one night I am crying in fetal position in my shower (I am not taking a shower, I am in my pijama just lying in the shower) and I think "it doesn't get worse than this". I have my phone with me, I open Tumblr to try and think of something else instead of crying and I see, unprompted (I didn't look for it), an House M.D. post.

I had tried to go on Tumblr to look for content on the show 6 years before, I hadn't found a lot. I remember I never finished watching the show. Again, my life sucks, I am thinking very bad things, I am emotionally fucked, I think I'll have to jump from a window by the way things are going. I tell myself (I very vividly remember why I stopped watching House) "it can't hurt more than what I am already going through". I start watching from the second episode of the fifth season, I remembered everything about the show.

I find out if I had powered through two more episodes at time, House and Wilson would have been friends again. I finish the show in less than a month (and the night I watch the finale I make four minutes audios to my best friend at 3 in the morning in which I bawl my eyes out and say very incoherent sad things).

And this, kids, is how I met your mother took six years to watch all House M.D. It just took me to be at the lowest point of my life but oh well if that's the price to pay.

#house #house md #wilson #dr house #james wilson #greg house #gregory house #hilson

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Sorry?! She was sorry?! She didn’t know the meaning of the word, but Hook decided that he would delight in showing her how sorry she could be once he was through with her. Emma Swan would finally understand why Captain Hook was feared and reviled throughout the realms.

He yanked his arm against the chain and shackle holding him back resentfully. Swan had definitely made sure he couldn’t break out of these any time soon. He gazed around him again, searching in vain for something that could help him get out of his predicament. Again finding nothing, he growled long and low.

“That didn’t sound very friendly,” came a booming voice from above him. “I promised not to hurt you.”

Hook looked over his shoulder to see the giant that lived here towering over him. “How wonderful,” he muttered darkly in reply.

The giant took another bite out of the hunk of bread he was munching on and considered Hook. “So what happened? I thought you and Emma were friends.”

Killian glared. “We’re not,” he growled. He left unspoken his I thought so too response. The giant didn’t need to know how betrayed he was feeling at this moment.

The giant finished eating his bread. Once he had swallowed, he said, “My name is Anton. Are you hungry?”

Hook didn’t reply, but the giant left anyway to get him something to eat. When he came back, Anton set a giant-sized plate down in front of him with a huge hunk of bread and grapes as big as hedges. Hook looked up sardonically, raising an eyebrow in the giant’s direction. Anton blushed.

“It’s all I’ve got,” the giant muttered embarrassedly. “At least you know you won’t starve.”

Anton walked off deeper into the castle, and Hook looked back at the plate. Truth be told, it had been a while since he had last eaten, so he shrugged and dug in. Even though everything was much bigger than normal human portions, it tasted good. Once he had finished eating his fill (with a lot of food left on the plate), he fished his rum flask out and examined its contents, regretting using the last of the amount he had in his bottle on treating Emma’s cut. He shrugged the disappointment off and endeavored to make himself as comfortable as possible. If he were going to be stuck here, he might as well get some rest.

Sitting with his back against the wall, his thoughts once again turned to Emma Swan. How had she gotten the better of him? And not just once, but at least twice in one day? (He refused to count her ability to read him like an open book as besting him a third time.) His ability to read her wasn’t supposed to be a two-way street; it was supposed to be a way of unsettling her, getting under her skin, but it had backfired tremendously on him. Perhaps the near thirty years he had spent “frozen” in the aftermath of the curse had made him lose his edge? No, that couldn’t be it. Captain Hook doesn’t get soft. He was the worst pirate that sailed these waters, and he was damn proud of that fact. No one had been able to turn him from his course of revenge or make him feel as if there was more to life before this, and no pretty blonde haired woman with sea green eyes was enough to accomplish what no one else had.

Hook shook his head in frustration, trying to dislodge the thoughts that were distracting him from his new goal: escape. He refused to entertain any more speculations about how Emma Swan took him so off guard and managed to trap him into being restrained on this damn beanstalk for ten hours. He was done with the hurt and betrayal running through his veins at her treachery. It was clear that she had never had any expectations of him anyway, save for looking out for his own skin, so he would do exactly that from now on.

(Never mind the fact that she had looked at him like he was a person, a being with thoughts and hopes and dreams like anyone else instead of the vengeful pirate everyone else saw. Never mind that he had felt an instant attraction unlike any other he’d felt in his long life, not even to Milah. Never mind that she shone bright as the sun and he had felt as if he had been in the dark for too long, avoiding its brilliance until at last, he could hide no more in the pit of his despair. Nevermind that she seemed so familiar to him, though he couldn't place where or when he had seen her before. He’d never be able to forget her if he had met her before, anyway.)

Hook had just turned his gaze to the chains holding him in place when the floor started rattling and treasure started falling over. He looked up to see Anton trudge into the room and sighed. He watched as the giant walked over to the suspended cage and hoisted it up to the ceiling, resetting the trap and trip wire. Perhaps the giant could be talked into letting him go early?

Hook licked his bottom lip in consideration. “You know, you could just let me go,” he suggested.

Anton frowned at him. “I have a deal with Emma. You’re to be let go when ten hours is up. No more. No less.”

Hook smiled in a charming manner. “She doesn’t have to know.”

Anton rolled his eyes. “I keep my word. I’m not going to break it just because you’re trying to talk me into it.”

Hook tilted his head as he considered the giant. He decided to change strategy. “How long have you been here?” he asked, causing Anton to look back at him in surprise.

“What do you mean?” Anton questioned, looking at him warily.

Hook gestured with his hook. “How long have you been here?” Hook repeated.

Anton shrugged. “A while, I guess.” He turned so he wouldn’t have to meet Hook’s eyes.

Ah, another lost soul. Hook stared at him for a moment, his brow furrowed as he tried to read Anton like he had Emma. “Your family is gone, too, then.”

Anton nodded. “Humans killed them. They came and razed our fields and took our treasure. They killed my brothers. They destroyed the beans.”

“And none survived,” Hook said, nodding in understanding. “I must admit to going through a similar circumstance. Humans can be the worst.”

Anton moved closer, causing the room to shake again. “What was your deal with Emma?” He asked, obviously content to leave past experiences and hurts in the past.

Hook sighed. “I offered my help. She betrayed me.”

“Why?”

Hook shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t lie to her. I guess that’s what I get for working with heroes. And now she’s got the compass we came for, and I have no way to get to her land.”

Anton frowned. “Well, I’m sorry you'll leave here with nothing.”

Hook shrugged. “I’ll find another way. I always do.”

“That’s the spirit!” Anton said, leaning down to give Hook a smile. As he did so, a necklace peaked out of his robes. It caught Hook’s attention.

“What is that?” Hook asked, gesturing at the necklace.

“Oh this?” Anton looked down. “It’s the remains of a magic bean. It was the last one, but now it’s dried up. Petrified. It has no magic left. I wear it as a reminder that humans are not to be trusted.”

Hook blinked, his heart beginning to race. “Pity it’s dead.”

Anton nodded but didn’t reply, too busy staring at the bean.

After a moment, Anton frowned. “Hey, I know! Why don’t you take it as a kind of souvenir of your trip up here? You know, since you didn’t get the compass for yourself. I’d hate for you to come all this way for nothing.”

Hook blinked. “You would give it to me?”

“Yeah!” Anton slipped the necklace off. “Here, take it. It does me no good. It just reminds me of what I’ve lost. But maybe it could do you some good instead.” Anton shrugged as he held it out to Hook.

Hook smiled, taking the necklace carefully in his chained hand. “Thank you, mate. I shall treasure it always.”

Anton returned his smile. “Well, you better get some rest. I’ll be letting you go in a few hours. It’s a long way down that beanstalk.”

Anton left for another room, presumably to rest himself, the floor shaking as he walked. Hook held the dried up magic bean in his hand and stared at it. Perhaps he didn’t need to double cross Emma to get back the compass after all. And Emma didn’t need to be stranded in the Enchanted Forest, away from her son.

He would descend the beanstalk and see if he could catch up to the heroes. He could use this as reassurance that no matter what happened, they always had a ride back to the Land Without Magic. (And if Cora somehow got a hold of the compass and ash, it made not a bit of difference whether she took him with her or not.) He finally had found his plan B.

Hopefully he could find some way to communicate that to Emma, to reassure her that, though he was a pirate, he had a code to abide by, and that abandoning a mother who was only trying to reunite with her son was the epitome of breaking that code. Hook had always had a bit of a soft spot for a damsel in distress, and though Emma obviously did not consider herself to be that type of woman, he knew that that was what she was in this land. The similarities between her and Milah were striking (though he had to ignore that voice in the back of his head nagging him about how very different from Milah that Emma actually was in the way she fought so viciously for the opportunity to get back to her son). He shrugged off his thoughts, instead choosing to focus on his next steps.

If Emma didn’t want to work with him in this, then he had just found his way back into Cora’s good graces. He knew the sorceress would appreciate an alternative plan for leaving the Enchanted Forest, though he would be sure to avoid revealing it until the last moment if he had to take u[ with her once again. He just hoped that, whatever it was he ran into at the bottom of this beanstalk, it gave him long enough of a chance to enact his plans.

Finally, he had some hope.

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cybernightwanderer · 5 months ago

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My life was over before i was even born.

I haven't popped up here in a long time... Not because i didnt " need to vent " but more like, i hit a point where i was/am so alone, even the ghosts in tumblr won't be here. I know im alone, i know i don't have anyone in this world, a hand to reach out and save me from this hell, no one that loves me...i mean if my own parents didnt love me, who the fuck could. Im so exausted from " living "... So so exausted,,, I keep asking myself " what am i doing here? why am i here? i need to die"... Im basicly just waiting to die..no will to live, no personality, no likes, no dislikes, no goals, no wishes, no dreams, no one that wll remenber me, or wish i was there...just nightmares and memories of all the painfull and reocurring memories, over and over again, showing me that i shouldnt be here.. My lonelyness is so deep that i revisit my past just to have a glimpse of someone else but me.. I need to die...heck! i shouldnt even have been born...i was/am here just to serve a mother who didnt want to raise her kids alone, i was here to cater to the men in my family, i was brought here to be a slave and punished for all the women who suffered in my family. It's been 3 years and 4 months now, since my last job...this last job i suffered some " mild " sexual harrassement, and i say mild, because in comparison, nobody tried to rape this time, nobody beat me up... But i was saotaged, exploited, yelled at, humiliated, threatned, overall bullied, i tried to defend myself " dont talk to me that way " , i took photos , proof of the exploitation and abuse, of the sabotages, i hired a lawyer, i did everything right this time, i tried to protect myself at all costs... and that cost me the rest of my savings, my honor, even the lawyer scammed me and got away with my money... If that is not proof that i shouldve died along time ago then i dont know what.... I am unemployed, traumatized, my body is weak, my mind is fucking week...and nobody will hire me because of my looks, and my speech... 3 years going on 4 ...I will eventually be on the streets.

I keep questioning my reality more than ever...am i really a hardworking person? i tought i was...or maybe i was just workaholic to escape my mother, the pain she caused me, the slaving away and the mothering i was forced to my own brother... I am dumb, i am not assertive, i smile too much when i dont know what to say and when im embarrassed wich is anytime i talk to anyone, i am not pretty, i am too ugly for the customer to look at, my hair look dirty because its all cracked from the stress, my teeth are crooked, missing, yellowish, my body is bigger than my head, i have become overweight, even tho there are days i dont even eat, because my will to die is stronger... Is it the tattoos??? but its so common now to see workers with tattoos, even those with direct contact with a client, at the supermarket, at the post ofice, at the doctors, even piercings... So it's def not the tattoos or the piercings... Nobody hires me because of the way i look, of the way i talk.. and more specificly because of 3 years unemplyed... My ptsd caused me to be on auto pilot, hiding away from the sexual assault and the constant abuse...slowly i wake up here and there... and it's too late...it has become worse. What does one do when they cant even get a job? i dont wanna be homeless, i dont want to be raped, attacked, i ... I suffered too much, i've suffered enough in my lifetime...when does it end?? why does it keep getting worse and more painfull??WHY? the pain is too much i can barely breath, but not enough to kill me...what a miserable life..

#suicide #depression #ptsd #sa #dv #abuse #trauma #homeless #jobless #unemployed

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ragamuffin-ponies · 11 months ago

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My friend made this, it fills me with joy and good emotions. I think the idea of a "comfort character" is lost on a lot of people outside of fandom culture, and even to those within it.

With MLP G4 rising back into a viral sensation, a lot of people are using this to point and laugh at G5. "G4 got trending to beyond its peak in some spaces, and G5 is blah blah blah". That's fine, I don't think there's a problem with comparing old nostalgic good thing and new flashy 'not as good' thing. It's just part of our biology I think, to OVER value the old and UNDER value the new. But I do think a lot of the popularity G4 has been receiving recently is manifesting into people becoming bullies, ironically using the same lame talking points people did against G4 when it first came out and Bronies started leaving the dark pits of 4Chan. "The animation is bad!" "It's for kids" it's too this it's too that it's just trying to sell you toys. It's cute. It's funny. It's fun.

When I was 10 years old my best friend told me a story about a group of six magical ponies who went on adventures while we did classwork under the computer desk. It was so incredibly enticing, he would tell me all about the nerdy one, and the silly one, and the shy one, all of them. He would tell me about their adventures and I couldn't believe it! I laughed at them and I was so suprised that a show that his sister should be watching had them fight big monsters. He told me about Applejack, and I knew right then from the start that she was my favorite pony. She was a silly cowgirl who loved her family no matter the obstacle; and although I may have waivered, she is still my favorite pony to this day and forever more.

It's hard to properly explain well exactly WHY I love her so much. I mean, beyond why she's just my favorite character. Applejack is a lesbian orphan who grew up poor and has to raise her kid sister and has to struggle to be everything all at once and is constantly desperate for to prove herself and for approval because of her tramua and tries to be everything for everyone and still manages to smile and have fun. She grew up too fast and HAS to please everyone always. No job is too small to give 110%, and that includes jobs bigger than she can handle. The fandom called her the "mom of the group" and like yeah she kinda is. She basically was a mom before she graduated high school. She had to step up, and she did. I often think of the lullaby AJ sings to Apple Bloom every night when she tucks her in. Or the Apple Family Reunion episode. Or the entirety of Somepony To Watch Over Me. Behind that unwavering love there is fear, fear of time slipping through her proverbial (and non-existent) fingers. Fear of not making that 110% most out of every instant, fear of losing again.

AJ keeps it all inside, and in my giant list of things I wish they did an episode on, I really wish they did one where the lesson was it's okay to feel sad, sad about things even if they happened a long time ago. I think it would have worked really well with AJ and the rest of the Mane 6 in season nine. You can't keep it all inside, you gotta be honest with yourself. I guess that's what fanfic is for though.

Applejack is more than just a fictional pony I love, to me she is the closest thing to being real as anything fake can be. Seeing her, thinking about her, it literally makes me happy. It's like an old friend I grew up with over the last 12 years, and we still check in on each other time after time. No matter how much I change, she will always be the most loyalist of friends and the most dependable of ponies. I can count on her to be there by my side. Those crazy Tumblr folk are right, it really is more like a kinship.

I'm very happy my friend likes Misty, the same way I'm very happy my other friend loves Trixie, and Fluttershy, and Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, and Twilight, and Dashie, and all the other little ponies all my friends like. Finding that one character you can cling to and who speaks to you is magical.

Back in say 2013 or 2014, people did not love Applejack or appreciate her at all. She would be bullied constantly by fans and no one would take her seriously at all. That is no longer the case, and although she will never be as liked as the rest of her friends, something tells me that doesn't bother her too much.

I saw a lot of Misty hate online today, and I just don't get it. I've seen very little G5, but she's so cute and fun! I could have watched nothing at all and you know what, I bet she'd still be cute and fun! Because she's a magical pony. And she means the world to many people, and THAT'S awesome.

I think the idea of a "comfort character" is lost on a lot of people outside of fandom culture, and even to those within it, but I think it can be explained to people at least within the same fandom. I'd do it like this: "you know how we all feel any My Little Pony? Well, I feel that way about this character, within My Little Pony." These worlds mean the world to people, and so do three characters inside them. I know she makes me feel safe and calm, anyway. A little crazy, but so is all of this anyway.

I hope G5 only gets better, and I hope everyone stops being so mean to people who love their ponies a little bit different than what they are used to.

Stay safe, love a pony 🧡

safe space

#mlp g4 #mlp #pony rant #brony #my little pony g4 #mlp g5 #comfort character #discussion #Can you tell that I've thought about this a lot?#pony #///

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space-helen · 8 months ago

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There's a guy that comes into my work now and then and he's always so polite and refers to me as ma'am which I just automatically find endearing because sir I am only 25 I don't feel like I am qualified to be referred to as ma'am lol also its just not commonly said in my country like at all. One day when he was leaving he tipped his hat at me and said goodbye ma'am and oh my heaven above it was so old timey and cute and i love old Hollywood and dressing vintage and all that jazz so the hat tip really did me in

Anyway I forgot about that because it was months and months ago, well anyway he came back in recently and was still just being all polite and throwing the ma'ams out. And then I realised oh it's hat guy! and tbh i have crappy self confidence and I shit you not I couldn't even look at him, I was just typing away getting the info he needed and trying not to blush, on the freaking way out this guy does the thank you ma'am and then just as he was going through the door he turned and went you're gorgeous by the way. I am so glad he was leaving when he said that because I had to duck behind my computer screen I could not stop smiling I was legit swooning like what!? But yeah my lack of self confidence I convinced myself that somehow he could sense my insecurity and he just said that to be nice and boost my self esteem just being a nice dude like there's no way he meant it

Helennnnn he came back again and asked me out and I said no even though I really really wanted to say yes. I do not like my appearance to the point where I am saving for cosmetic surgery and have been on consultations with two surgeons. I was never planning on dating being an option for me (was mentally ill in my younger years and thought I wouldn't make it to this age). I have acne scars and I never leave the house without makeup like I can't. There's also the fact that all I do is work, go for a walk, come home and rot on tumblr for hours because I had accepted that that's good enough for me I'll do my job and spend time with my family and get my social and relationship fullments through fics 🤣 So I have no real hobbies and no personality so not only would I be soo so insecure about how I look but I wouldn't even have anything to say I wouldn't even be able to talk to him. So I had to turn him down even though I seriously didn't want to but like how can I even attempt to go on one single date when I'm not even comfortable with myself 😢 I do kind of envy the past generations when it comes to dating like my mum was married and had me by the age I am now and all I have is tumblr. I'm now convinced I'll never find anyone again because I went and said no to someone I actually liked because I don't like myself 🙃 😭

So I read this as soon as I woke up this morning and I've been thinking about it all day. First of all I'm super sorry you feel like this - these emotions are THE WORST and I know those words won't fix everything, or even anything, but I get it. Putting the rest under the cut so people on tumblr don't get mad.

This guy sounds really lovely and as you day, endearing. I love that he asked you out on a date and that's super positive!! He seems like such a gentleman/cutie.

I get why you rejected his offer. I 1000% get it. I also self sabotage a lot like you. I grew up bigger than everyone else both height and weight wise, I also had acne/spots from the age of like 8. I got bullied so much because of it all the way through school and man, it sticks. I've always been looking for love but when it actually comes to asking someone out? I just don't do it because I don't think I'm worthy of it at all. When someone shows interest (not that it happens often) I always deny it because I can't possibly see how anyone would fine me attractive. Yeah somedays I think, damn I look good and will take some photos. But it comes in waves. Most of last year I was ok and had more good days with my body image than bad. This year? the amount of times I don't like myself has increased.

I'm really really sorry you feel similar, I know it's not entirely the same but I get some of what you're feeling. Hopefully he comes back in and you can have a little conversation - I'm not saying apologise, don't do that for now, but try and spark up normal, friendly conversation if circumstances allow. Just to show that you don't dislike the guy and then maybe one day when you're feeling confident he can ask again or you can ask him. If that doesn't happen? That's also ok too! Absolutely no pressure.

I know this post isn't enough to address everything but I do want to say thank you for trusting me/putting this in my ask box. If you want to message me about it please do!! I'm always happy to chat

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mcyt-peach · 3 years ago

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you've got to be kitten me

*:･ﾟ summary: your pawsitively irritating coworker manages to melt your heart when you find him caring for stray kitties behind the building

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!wilbur x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns

*:･ﾟ note: sorry for the repost, tumblr decided not to show anyone my post so let's try again for some more interaction this time!!

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Working a shift with Wilbur was never boring, to say the least.

It seemed like everyone in town knew his schedule and his clocking in brought customers throughout the day. And he ate up every second of it.

More customers were good, of course. But it left you dealing with everyone while Wilbur slacked off. Smiling and joking and laughing with friends while you dealt with your third crying child this afternoon.

It bothered you. He never picked up his slack, always flashing that brilliant smile at the other patrons. Flirting and blushing, looking all handsome...

Nope, no way. Definitely ignoring whatever that train of thought was.

Your less than gentle slam of the cash drawer drew Wilbur’s attention as he finally waved off his company.

“What’re you in a huff about?” He leaned up against the counter where you stood.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that while you’ve been having fun, I’ve rung up about a hundred customers!” Your cheery tone was meant to mock him, though he only smiled back.

“What, you keep count?” In your silence, his smile only gets bigger, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous Y/n!” His voice drops an octave as he crowds you against the register.

Oh God, maybe you should’ve been happy his attention wasn’t on you this whole time. You could barely handle a bit of teasing from him.

“Quit it, Will. Go get a box of honey combs from the back, we just sold out.” You miss the sad look on his face when you push him away.

“Why do I have to go get it!” He shot you his puppy dog eyes, but you stayed firm in your demand. “Ok, fine.”

A new flood of customers came in as soon as he left for the warehouse and you scrambled to keep up with their demands.

Only once the last person leaves do you realize Wilbur still hasn’t come back from the warehouse.

Busting through the doors, you find an empty warehouse, no lanky Brit to be found. What you do find is the sound of Wilbur’s voice coming from the door leading outside.

“You’re too adorable, I’m gonna lose my job if I keep sneaking off to see you like this.” Oh my God, you were going to throttle him. Ditching you to flirt behind the building!

You slip through the door quietly, hoping to catch him in the act, but all you’re met with is a litter of kittens.

“What?” You can’t help but vocalize your confusion, causing Wilbur to turn to face you. He’s sitting on the back steps, with a tiny cat in his lap.

He motions you over without speaking and places the kitten in your arms once you sit down beside him. The blonde kit wriggles in your lap, grasping at your finger when you go to pet him.

“Who’s this little one?” Your voice is much softer this time, hoping to keep the cats calm.

Wilbur lifts a brown kitten into his lap, who immediately tries to cross to your side. “That one is Tommy. Watch out, he bites.”

“Let me guess, this little rascal is Tubbo?” Wilbur hums, placing the two kittens on the ground so they can rough house freely.

Wilbur points out the rest of the litter, calling the lanky black and white cat “Ranboo” and referring to the overbearing mother as “Phil”.

“If you think these ones are cute, you should see the other stray. I swear it’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen.” He’s smiling that stupid smile and you can’t quite tear your eyes away from the way the evening sun catches his profile.

“Oh? And what did you name that one? Bet you named it after yourself, huh?” You tease, but Wilbur’s silence draws your attention.

He’s got a deep blush sprinkled across his face and if you look closely enough, you can see it on the tips of his ears too.

“It’s actually named after you.” This was new. In all your time knowing Wilbur, you’d never seen him this bashful.

Suddenly, the rattling screech of a window sounds above you. Phil’s head sticks out, covered in a frown before he shouts down. “Wil you little shit! I told you to stop feeding the strays!”

“C’mon.” Wilbur stands, brushing off his jeans before offering you his hand. “Let’s go close up.”

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hairstevington · 2 years ago

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i wanna cut to the feeling (chapter 5)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Robin drags her best friend to a Corroded Coffin show. How were they to know sparks would fly between Steve and a member of the band? (aka, the fic where Steve fixes Eddie's hair before a show and falls in love immediately)

Word Count: 3K for this chapter!

Warnings: Language, Robin is happy and a good friend, drinking/smoking, Hairstylist!Steve freaking out over feelings, Rockstar!Eddie is smug af, alternating POV, GAY SCHEMING, they're both idiots

A/N: This is the last chapter I’m posting to Tumblr, so please head over on Ao3 to read the rest! Thank you to all who followed along so far!

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 and link to Ao3

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“Oh my god, she’s perfect!” Robin announced as she burst back into their too-small apartment. Steve jolted on the couch, not expecting her grand entrance. He waited for her to continue, as she always did. “You would have been so proud of me. I strung so many actually cute sentences together all by myself! And she’s really cool, and she thinks I’m funny, and also she’s so hot it’s absolutely bonkers that she’s into me.”

“Robin, we’ve been over this. You’re one of the most beautiful women I know, alright? Of course she’s into you.”

“Well, my personality usually is too much for people, as you know, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.”

Steve listened as she continued, recounting their coffee date as she told most stories - enthusiastically and out of order. When she was finished, she collapsed onto the couch next to him.

“So, are you thinking there’s gonna be a second date?” he asked, curious.

“We already have one set up,” she smiled. “The festival that’s in town.” Steve nodded in approval, knowing exactly what she was talking about - every year in November, there was a pre-winter celebration with cider and doughnuts and Christmas lights that went up way too early. It was a great place for a date. “Oh, and you’re coming.”

“Wait, what?” Steve was not at all interested in crashing Robin’s date. “Why? You said yourself that you managed to talk to her just fine without me today.”

“You have to come because if you don’t, Eddie will be third wheeling.” She said it with a grin, knowing this was the piece of information that would sway him.

“Eddie’s gonna be there?”

“Yes, Eddie’s gonna be there, dingus. Bri thinks it’s really cool that we’re friends, so I reached out to him and asked if he wanted to come with us.”

“But you’re not friends,” Steve pointed out.

“We’re close enough,” Robin shrugged. “Besides, he agreed to come, so the feeling must be mutual, right?”

“I guess,” Steve answered, although he really wasn’t sure why Eddie would agree to go to the festival, unless Robin left a bigger impression on him than Steve had realized. “Aren’t you worried Bri is using you to get to the band?”

“Oh my god, it’s so not like that. You’re thinking about this too hard. The fact of the matter is, I’m terrible at dating and I really want to impress this girl and I need my Emotional Support Steve or I just know the whole thing will implode, I know it. And besides, it gives you the chance to be around Eddie again, so I don’t see the problem here.”

Well, when you put it like that, Steve thought to himself. The idea of seeing Eddie again was obviously enticing, and it would give him another chance to impress him. Maybe he’d actually allow himself to flirt, this time.

But that’s when it hit him - Eddie thought that Steve and Robin were dating.

He sighed. He’d probably just have to come clean. It was a stupid lie in the first place, and one that never was sustainable. Although, in Steve’s defense, he didn’t think he’d ever be seeing Eddie again. But he would, and soon.

This was going to be a disaster.

Eddie had never been to the Winter Festival, even though he heard about it every year. It wasn’t really his scene, to be honest.

But pranking Steve Harrington? That was exactly the kind of thing Eddie was into, and if he had to do it at the Winter Festival, so be it.

Eddie showed up at the big oak tree Robin told him she’d be at, and sure enough - there they were. Steve looked out of place next to the two girls, his hands tucked deep in the pockets of his jacket, his nose bright red from the frigid air. All three of them were quiet when Eddie approached, and he figured if anybody could liven up this party, he could.

“You made it!” Robin said, excitedly.

She had asked him to show up and lean into them being old friends, so she could impress Bri. Eddie knew the game, and he had no trouble playing along for Robin, especially since he really had known her for ten years or so. Plus, he liked Robin, and he liked Bri.

“‘Course I made it, doll,” Eddie responded with a grin. He pulled Robin into a hug, holding it a few moments too long to really sell the bit. He turned to Bri. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she replied sweetly. Eddie looked to Steve last, who stood next to Robin completely frozen.

“Hey,” Steve said with a wave.

“Hey, Harrington.” Eddie could see Steve already knew he had fucked up with the whole him and Robin thing. He looked so incredibly uncomfortable, Eddie almost thought he wouldn’t have to do anything at all to get the satisfaction from the night he desired.

Almost.

Phase one, play dumb. The four of them walked to the entrance of the festival, flashing their IDs and showing their tickets. Robin had been nice enough to cover Eddie, even though he told her it was unnecessary. While they walked as a group, they paired off as Robin/Steve and Bri/Eddie, which Eddie thought was weird on Robin’s end, considering she was supposed to be on a date with this girl.

“So, Robin told me that you and her go way back?” Bri asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Eddie answered. “She’s great. Always super smart, and quirky but in an endearing way.” This was not a lie by any means - that was and continued to be exactly what Eddie thought of Robin.

“Yeah, I like her,” Bri said. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, as if he’d passed some test. It was also nice to know she seemed genuinely interested in Robin, and that she wasn’t just using her to get closer to Eddie as he’d worried would be the case.

“Hey Bri,” Robin said, spinning around on her heels to face them. “Let me show you my favorite display.” Bri nodded with a smile, leaving Eddie’s side to join her date.

“I’ll get everyone a drink,” Steve offered. The girls cheered, then ran off together.

“I guess I’ll come with you,” Eddie shrugged, his eyes fixed on Steve’s.

“Right. Yeah, okay.”

They walked together to the booth with the crazy long line that was selling alcoholic beverages for way too much money. But Eddie had to give it to the town - the setup was nice. Cozy, despite the temperature.

“So, what country is this collar from?” Eddie teased, pulling at the lapels of Steve’s coat. He noticed Steve twitch slightly from the contact, and smirked.

“This one’s just from China, I think,” Steve responded.

“So worldly, Harrington,” Eddie said through a smile. Steve was already squirming, which was exactly Eddie’s intention. He was being nice, yet so deliciously wicked at the same time. There was an awkward pause as Steve decided what to say next, followed by a deep sigh.

“So, listen, man. There’s something I should probably tell you.” He was visibly nervous, and barely making eye contact.

“Uh-oh,” Eddie mocked. No way, is Harrington about to come clean already? That wouldn’t do, considering their night had just begun and all.

“It’s not really a huge deal, and maybe it’s not even a deal at all, I just, um.” Eddie stared at him doe-eyed, wondering how long it would take for him to fully form his confession. “Well, remember when we were at the bar?” Eddie nodded.

“Sure. Did you end up listening to that playlist, by the way?” Steve blinked a few times as he adjusted to the switch in topics.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, not all of it,” Steve admitted. It was like twenty hours long, so Eddie never expected Steve to get through every song, but he was surprised to hear he had actually listened at all. He wondered if maybe Steve was lying. “But anyway what I was trying to say is -”

“Any favorites so far?” Steve seemed kind of irritated that he was being interrupted, which was exactly what Eddie was going for.

“Uhhh…” He thought about it for a moment, then, to Eddie’s surprise, named quite a few songs off the playlist. But he wasn’t going to let Steve go just yet. After one song in particular, Eddie tutted in fake disappointment.

“You would.” That comment finally threw Steve off his original point entirely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve somehow picked the ones I always skip,” Eddie explained.

“If you always skip them, why are they on your Good Shit playlist?” Steve argued. Eddie raised his eyebrows, impressed.

“Touche, Harrington.”

After that, they got lost in conversation about music once again.

Why did Eddie have to be so damn hot? It wasn’t fair. Steve was desperately trying to do the right thing, and instead Eddie got him talking about anything except his relationship status with Robin.

But the thing was, he wasn’t questioning why Robin was off with another woman. He didn’t seem to care at all. Maybe he was completely oblivious to the whole thing, and maybe Steve was making a big deal over nothing.

Which meant that maybe, he could pull this off with little to no humiliation.

The four of them spent the evening mainly together, and Steve managed to distract Eddie away from Bri and Robin anytime they did anything coupley - which, as the night went on, happened more and more frequently.

They were actually incredibly cute together.

Eventually, they’d seen all the lights, they’d spent too much on food and drink, and they were ready to leave. Crisis entirely averted.

“You know what? You’re actually not too bad, Harrington,” Eddie said as they were having their goodbyes.

“Uh, thank you.” He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to that. “Are you insinuating that up until now you thought I was bad?” Eddie smirked. “Wow, okay.”

“Relax, I just wasn’t sure you were good enough for our dear friend Robin, over there. Now, I know for sure.”

Steve’s heart sank. He really was hoping Eddie had forgotten about that whole thing, especially after the way they’d been interacting the last few hours. With them paired off, the night kind of felt like a double date, and Steve would be lying if he were to say he didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

Except for the moments he felt like he was being strangled by a web of lies he’s stupidly put up himself. Like this moment, for example.

“Oh, right.” Steve sighed, feeling frustrated as ever. “Eddie, listen -”

“Night, Steve.” Eddie’s crooked smile gave him butterflies. Goddammit.

“Good night.” Steve resigned to the fact that every time he said goodbye to Eddie, there was a possibility it would be the last time they interacted. Even though he’d made it through this mess without embarrassing himself too much, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened had he treated this night or the last one they’d had together a little differently.

Whatever. It was over, for now anyway. Although, Eddie and Robin seemed to get along extremely well, so maybe not all was lost.

That night, Steve and Robin sat on the couch, her legs draped over his lap. The two of them were always kind of touchy like that. He listened intently as she gushed about the moments of the date that Steve hadn’t been present for. He was happy for her, truly, but she clocked something on his face he didn’t realize he was showing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, knowingly. When Steve didn’t answer, she went a different direction. “You and Eddie looked good together.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure he just tolerates me.”

“Yeah, that’s not the vibe I’m getting,” Robin countered. “There’s nothing passive about the way he looks at you, trust me.”

“Fine, he doesn’t tolerate me, he hates me.” Steve crossed his arms, and Robin swung her legs off him, annoyed.

“You know what they say about hatred, right?” Steve shook his head. “You’re in his head, dingus. There’s a lot of overlap between love and hate.”

“Robin…” Steve whined with a roll of his eyes. “Did you not see him flirting with all those women at the show? I didn’t see him express interest in any men. We don’t even know if he swings that way.”

“First of all, I saw him express interest in one man,” she insisted. “Second of all, are you kidding me right now? Steve.” She shifted to sit on her knees, facing him. “Eddie is like, really fruity. I swear to god, your lack of gaydar is unmatched.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “I mean, yeah, I’ve had a history of not knowing women were gay, but I’m usually pretty good when it comes to men.”

“Yeah, usually,” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Let’s see if we can figure out who’s right.” Steve took out his phone and pulled up Eddie’s Instagram, wondering if he could maybe find any proof either way on there. Robin peered over to look at his phone screen.

“Seriously? You don’t follow him, yet? What’s wrong with you?” Steve sighed, then clicked the follow button. He wouldn’t be able to see Eddie’s posts until he followed back. “You’re lucky I did this ages ago.”

Robin pulled out her own phone, then the two of them took a quick glance at Eddie’s most recent posts. After a few minutes, their search was inconclusive. Eddie didn’t post enough to really give them any information.

“I didn’t expect him to be so restrained on social media,” Steve said. He and Robin tended to post quite a bit.

And that’s when the realization hit him - He followed Eddie, and now Eddie could see Steve’s profile. And Steve’s profile would blow his cover entirely.

“Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Robin asked, always in tune with how Steve was feeling.

“Because Eddie’s about to find out I lied to him.”

“About what?”

“He thinks you and I are dating,” Steve admitted. He braced himself for Robin to smack him, or yell at him, or laugh, but she didn’t. Instead, she just gave him a weird look.

“Uh, no he doesn’t,” she said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, he does. That’s why I kept pulling him away tonight, so he wouldn’t find out.”

“Steve, Eddie knows I’m gay. And he for sure knows I was on a date tonight. What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” None of this made any sense to Steve. Eddie had referenced their fake relationship on his way out of the date, so he couldn’t possibly know, unless -

Oh, shit. Eddie was in on this the whole time. What an absolute asshole.

Steve was in a pretty bad mood after that, so he ended up going to bed. He’d found it was best to be alone at times like these. The plan was to get some rest, but he couldn’t fall asleep, so he just laid there and watched Tiktoks until his brain turned numb.

But then, naturally, he got the dreaded notification that reminded him of why he was there in the first place.

Eddie accepted your follow request

Steve scoffed before deleting the notification, but curiosity got the better of him a few minutes later.

He opened up Eddie’s page, staring at the images he’d looked at earlier, except this time he was filled with a lot more disdain for the person in them. He scrolled until the beginning, where he found pictures of when Eddie must have been a teenager. It was crazy to Steve that he’d gone through all of high school without noticing this guy - as Eddie had said himself, he wasn’t a subtle presence. Steve tried to scroll back up to the top of the profile, and that’s when his bad night somehow became worse.

Oh no. Oh no no no oh shit oh god oh no.

Steve accidentally liked one of the posts. Like, he liked a post from a long time ago. Like, there was no way Eddie wouldn’t know that Steve had been stalking him at 2am.

Well, if Steve was too embarrassed to show his face to Eddie again before, he certainly could never face him now.

Robin was asleep, so he couldn’t bother her. But he did know of someone who was in a timezone where it was only 11pm, and that someone tended to stay up late anyway. He dialed the number without thinking twice about it.

“Steve! Long time no talk! Wait, why the hell are you calling me? Is everything okay?” Steve froze, feeling stupid. Nobody called anymore unless it was for emergencies, although this felt somewhat like an emergency.

“Dustin, hey. Sorry to bother you out of the blue, but I’m really freaking out over here.”

Ahahahahhahahahha. Oh, this is perfect.

Eddie stared at the notification like it was a prize. He knew it was everybody’s worst nightmare - We all stalk people from high school, and we all fear accidentally alerting those people that we’re stalking them. And at 2am?? Eddie almost felt bad for the poor guy. He was probably losing his shit right now, wondering whether he should unlike the post, or embrace the mistake.

Wait.

It’s two in the fucking morning.

Eddie thought back to all previous interactions he’d had so far with Steve. How awkward he’d occasionally get, how flustered he was every time Eddie touched him. Eddie had assumed Steve was being standoffish because Robin had dragged him out with her. Steve seemed so uncomfortable being at the bar, like he didn’t really want to be there in the first place. Eddie was giving him a hard time because he didn’t think it mattered. He didn’t realize that…that…

Jesus Christ. Steve has a crush on me.

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tohokuu · 3 years ago

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snow days with ateez

tumblr is based on a system of likes, not reblogs. please reblog my work :)

warnings : wearing a bikini in the winter… and boxers (wooyoung) wooyoung is the warning. suggestive in wooyoungs, yes. the rest are very soft <3

wc : 1.7k

a/n : because it snowed 8-12 inches where i live </3 also you can slowly tell that i don’t put in any effort in making mood boards for headcanons :D

waking up on a snowy morning with hongjoong was the best. none of you worried about the fact that the driveway had to be cleared. you stayed inside with him, sipping on hot chocolate as he smeared whip cream along your nose. you protested, “joong !” but he giggled his adorable little laugh instead, placing dainty fingers over his mouth. “don’t ‘heehee’ at me, go clean the driveway, you bum.” you tell him. but he pouts in return, not wanting to go out at all. “nooo, it’s too cold. i don’t wanna go.” he whines. voice all pouty as he paws at your body,, trying to dig his face into your chest instead. you tried to pull him off you, but no; he just happened to be a little stronger and way better at clutching at you than a mouse with cheese. “let’s just wait for the snow to melt, y/n. we can drink hot chocolate and watch the lion king.” he continued. “there’s no yogurt at home.” “wait what-” and with just that, hongjoong dashed to the garage, grabbing a shovel and wrapping himself up as quick as he could : on a mission to get himself yogurt.

mornings with seonghwa were like a breath of fresh air. his arm wrapped around your body as he pulled you tight against him, pressing your back against his chest. he woke you up with small sweet kisses on your neck and cheek, telling you ‘i love you.’ but snowy days with seonghwa were like a breath of chaos. the second you see the snow coating the ground and everything else in sight, you dash out of bed. “seonghwa, seonghwa get up ! there’s no fucking milk at home ! i didn’t put up the windshields last night !” and the second seonghwa hears of no milk, he dashes up just as quick. how was he going to make hot chocolate now ? how was he going to make you hot chocolate now ? but all that chaos dissipated when you sent him out with a shovel and he cleared up one side of the porch before coming back and given up. so you ended up shoveling the snow away and he spent his day inside cooking warm meals because he felt bad that you went out for him <3

yunho was not worried about cleaning the driveway like his hyungs. “the sun will take care of it.” he said. so instead, he wrapped your body up in a scarf, forcing you to waddle outside so he could make snow angels with you. “y/n ! look how much bigger mine is !” he yelled. and it was true, his snow angel was bigger than yours. pouting, you bent down and scooped snow in your palm, forcing it into a solid sphere of wrath. you unleashed it against yunho, letting it land right on the back of his neck. “y/nn !” he yelled. he turned out, quite pissed this time around. then you knew you were in for it, he ran after you while you pathetically trudged around the snow. “where do you think you’re going ?” he said as he engulfed you from the back, falling right into the snow with you. you laughed as he tickled your sides, wrapping his legs around your body so you couldn’t leave. “yunnie ! no no let me gooo !” you yelled between pained laughs. yunho let you go, but not before shoving a handful of snow right in your face.

yeosang hated snow. he hated cleaning it and he hated having to layer up to the point where he couldn’t show off his fantastic biceps. “yeo, go and clean the driveway. i need to go to the store.” “no.” “no ? what do you mean ‘no’, yeosang ?” he pouted, crossing his arms. “i don’t wanna go outside.” he said matter-of-factly. “okay, but why not ?” you asked. “i don’t like snow.” he said, a little bit more quiet this time. walking up to him, you cupped his face in your hands, “if you put those biceps to work and go clean the driveway, i’ll make you the best fried chicken you’ve ever had in your life.” he raised his eyebrow. “seriously ? you thought bribing me with chicken was gonna work ?” you rose an eyebrow right back at him, “okay. help yourself then.” but when you actually left upstairs, he waited in the kitchen to see if you’d come down and make something to eat. he couldn’t cook … at all. and all the takeaway/delivery places were closed. when 15 more minutes passed by, he wrapped himself up in a jacket and 3 layers of sweatpants, heading outside with a shovel to get his damn chicken, quietly mumbling to himself about “stupid snow.”

san woke up on snow days before you. he was overly excited, voice higher than usual and he was already dressed in a jacket, scarf and a hat with cute little cat ears at the top. “y/n ! y/n ! y/n ! come outsideeee !” he annoyed you out of your sleep and then dragged you to the window. sleepily, you rubbed the tiredness out of your eyes, taking a look of the iced out branches and roads. “let’s go play !” he chimed next to you, smile gleaming, eyes scrunched up and dimples deep as the ocean. you couldn’t say no to such a face, you kissed his nose softly, “okay, let’s go in a second. let me just get ready, okay sannie ?” he nodded quickly, “okay !” but as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom 15 minutes later, he was passed out on the bed, snow covering him from head to toe and his nose was red as a cherry. you’d remind yourself to rebuke him for dragging snow onto the bed later, but for now you’d head into the kitchen and make yourself and san some breakfast.

mingi was scared of snow. it wasn’t like he was terrified and would run screaming at the thought of it. it was more like he thought that if it was too deep, it was gonna swallow him whole. or if he stepped anywhere, he was gonna slip and fall on his behind. he was like a fawn when stepping outside, gripping the rails of the porch for dear life as he attempted to avoid any solid ice. “y/n… why didn’t we throw salt out ?” he whimpered. “i don’t know, min. maybe someone didn’t want to head to home depot last night and grab any.” you snapped back. he pouted, trying to navigate his way to the car (the passenger seat. there’s no way he’s driving on an icy road. in fact, there’s no way he’s driving at all.) once he made it to the passenger side of the car, he turned around to look at you. a smile spread on his face in victory that he had made the journey without falling like he had many seasons before. but he turned just a little bit too fast, unbeknownst to the ice frozen under the fresh layer of snow he had been stepping on. and just like that, he fell back; right on his butt.

do you know when people go out to take those selfies when it snows ? no, not the ones where they’re out sledding. the one’s where they’re half naked and close to freezing a limb off for the dear sake of good pictures. that was wooyoung, who had convinced you to wear your best bikini and wore a pair of black versace boxers himself. he slid a balaclava over your face. “can’t let you get cold, darling.” he says. you slapped his chest. “are you fucking kidding me ?’ you snapped. he laughed in response. “what ?! stop hitting me !” needless to say, the photos were great. you laughed looking at them later, sniffling and wiping both your nose and his as you sat wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire. they were great photos, wooyoung laying against the snow fully naked, but the photos cropped right above his v-line. it showed off his abs and arms as they crossed behind his head. “you look good here.” you mumbled to him. “and you look good here.” he swiped to your set of photos, admiring the one where you were bent over, snowing covering your ass while you looked back at the camera. “i know we bought caught a cold, but i’d do this again just to sprinkle snow on your ass.” “wooyoung !” “don’t hit me ! noOO!”

jongho rolled his eyes and pursed his lips as he stared at the garbage amount of snow in the driveway. he shook his head as he got to shoveling, so irritated that this was how he was going to have to spend a majority of his morning rather than being wrapped up with you in a blanket. he grumbled to himself, mumbling about how this couldn’t get any worse, until he noticed that you weren’t here. you weren’t here helping him. he paused, placing his hands on his hips as he squinted. who do they think they are ? he asked himself. he raised his eyebrow before going back in the house. “y/n. i’m not doing this shit by myself. come and help me.” “nO!” you yelled from upstairs. he sighed, heading upstairs to convince you, but the second you saw him, you quickly grabbed the side of the bed, holding on for dear life. “y/n, i’m not - just come and help me.” “NO!” he sighed, grabbing you and doing his best to pry you off the bed. “when did you get this strong ?” he questioned. you didn’t answer, just wrapped your hands around the bedpost tighter. needless to say, none of the driveway was cleaned that day.

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whiteqnn · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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