#you lose some (vehicular manslaughter???)

[birbs-in-space]

ok I am about to pass out big time but actually wrt the last post I rbed, using the (far) left lane as a passing lane only does vary by location. im not sure what it's like in other places than what I'm about to discuss but here in socal, there really isn't any such distinction between lanes. left lanes are considered faster, right lanes slower, and thus the far left lane closest to the carpool/hov lane is the "fast lane", but passing lanes really only exist as temporary strips on more rural one-lane highways in the like. but like with the big, mostly two-lane highways* that connect up western PA, the passing lane exists as a fixed permanent feature and people actually respect it. that was a huge culture shock for me when I drove it last year, so much so that I came back home and immediate told my dad I wished we had something like that here, and he told me** that people from the north east like to target pedestrians with their cars for fun

*freeways to me but they're not my roads

**an observation made from a lifetime of practical experience, as he was born and raised there

[scentedpepper]

Attempted Vehicular Manslaughter

BILLY HARGROVE X MALE READER

Summary: Max Mayfield hosts a pool party.

Content Warnings: Use of the F-slur, Use of Queer in a derogatory manner, Injuries, Verbal Abuse, Abusive Household Dynamics, Reader makes a 'if I wanna kms' joke

Other Pairings: Nancy Wheeler x Male Reader, Jonathan Byers x Male Reader, Max Mayfeild x Male Reader, Mike Wheeler x Male Reader

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Oh brother we got a chatterbox

Had a dream about this ya'll

Readers a little sassy

Reader has a little brother

Reader has a bit of savior complex

Readers also kinda impulsive?

It's 3 am

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The grass was rough and patchy in the backyard, filled to the brim with wilted daisies and weeds crawling through the sprinklers. It was hardly worth a note of much consideration, as there had been nothing of great importance to discuss. There were many trees boarding the house. Pine or oak, maybe. And one dying cherry tree that was a stand alone in the yard. That was about the extent of anything substantial past the old silver fence that matched your shoes.

Nearest the house, under the shade, were several lawn chairs designated for the so-called "chaperones". The older brothers and sisters of the tweens. But really, it was nothing more than a cover-up.

Something to appease the parents' of the Hargrove house because Max knew it was odd to be friends with a group of kids the same age as her brother. Even her mother, who'd tried to remain impartial to any situation, narrowed her eyes and shifted her purse tighter when the suggestion of more than a couple 17 year old's parading around her house came.

Your mom was just happy you got along, let alone made some real friends outside the books, and encouraged the notion. More parental control, she reasoned. Less chances you were off with someone who intended on trouble.

Of course, all the shit about fighting monsters and being on the brink of death with these same friends wasn't factored in.

But no one besides them and the sheriff's deputy needed to know that.

The first time you had met the kids was, admittedly, what one would refer to as a kerfuffle. Riled up and trying to be dominant. Of course, because Billy was there, it spiraled even farther, and someone's head nearly got bashed into a rock.

That someone being you of obviously, after you'd been goaded into the fight and decided to step up. And boy, did Billy hate to lose. Hated being talked down to by a smaller kid who barely had pimples left on his face, let alone bulk.

You put up a good fight. You had a mean hit, especially the lick you gifted to Billy's chest, knocking the wind out of him when it connected. There was a bruise on his ribcage for days after and all the satisfaction he could possibly imagine at knowing it was from you.

But then he nearly killed you so, things turned sour rather quickly.

Which led to a rather impromptu welcome into the group of misfits, the lot of them. Unannounced and unexpected, you marched into the party after your small break down. Ready to be let in and accepted.

Finding out about the Upside Down was a mere accident.

You hadn't gone out of your way to befriend a group of children. Hadn't expected much in regards to friendship period even after getting your ass kicked by Billy Hargrove. Let alone a lifetime, one built from the shared experience of the horrors that lurk just underneath town, attached to one particular boy of the group.

But here you were. Standing in the backyard of Max's home like an idiot with the sun bearing down at your back. The late summer day nearly reached over 100 degrees as the clock neared the noon hour. Something you might have missed otherwise if it wasn't for the black analog watching you closely every time you renetered the house for a drink.

The main gaggle of kids swam and screamed every few seconds, trying to drag you into a half-baked game of Marco Polo that had the older Hawkins teens eyeing each other with concern.

You tapped the top of your can to ease the anxiety, looking around the edge of the yard again, past Max's mother, who waved awkwardly and would come around every so often, offering drinks or food to you, Nancy, and Jonathan.

"Nervous?" Jonathan prodded in his way, looking up from the half eaten sandwhich Will had taken two large bites from, making sure he had gotten his fill and packing it away when he received two big thumbs up from his little brother before he rentered the pool.

"Ah. " You leaned against the lawn chair, rolling your neck before looking over. "Expecting Billy to jump out from one of these corners, " you gesture towards the many hiding places you have spotted in the yard. "cause a scene. "

Nancy shifted uncomfortably, twisting her skirt slightly. "Not yet, at least. " She added while fidgeting with the button over the waist. "I thought he'd show up at least half-way through this thing. "

"Yeah, " you agreed, "thats why I'm–"

"On edge?" Jonathan filled in for you, a soft smile gracing his lips as Will looked over.

"Ready, he means. " Mike piped up, his hand was fully plunged into the cooler chest, blindly shifting around the ice as he looked over at the three.

Something in the tension held firm in the pit of your stomach, because the only times that this happened was whenever a confrontation was supposed to take place.

And judging from all the past events that had occurred, however mundane or fantastical they may be, this was probably going to end badly in more than just a couple of ways.

You'd managed to keep pretty calm in the past concerning Billy. Kept a level head about whatever shit he'd decided to cause that week. But something felt wrong today. That air in your gut had been hard to shake.

And the fact he had yet to make an appearance so far, did very little in easing you. And apparently everyone else involved.

"Don't know what his fucking problem is. " You curse, sitting up in the chair, "Never waits long to start shit."

In fact, you can almost pinpoint the time he entered the premises, an excuse to blame him for the sudden tightening in your gut and the goosebumps on your skin. Yet, he hadn't entered the backyard once since he got home. He stayed holed up in his room the entire day and that much was evident every time you, or Nancy, or Jonathan or one of the kids entered the house and heard the rock music blasting from his bedroom.

He hadn't even made a shadow to have showed his face.

For hours you waited.

Hours of worry and unease ate away at your gut while the rest of the party commenced unhindered.

And yet, it seemed all but for nothing in the grand scheme of things. Because as the sun started to lower from its zenith, you and the rest grew more tired and eventually, the temperature started to cool to a point where splashing around in the pool was no longer appropriate.

The kids came clamoring out, dripping in more chemicals than water, screaming and laughing in the process. It was getting near the five hour mark by then.

Your mind was heavy when you stood up to go inside, nearly tripping when your eyes clashed with the eldest person in the home, the both of you freezing awkwardly in the middle of the walk.

Both you and Max's mother were silent in each others presence. Stoic if there was ever a word for it.

Neil always seemed to be staring off into nothing, zoned out to some far away place only those who drowned themselves in alcohol and other momentary pleasures existed. They didn't interact, besides maybe the occasional conversation starter, or nod in passing whenever a person came too close for an inch of comfort. Not unusual in your opinion of strained marriages.

You began to speak, went to get yourself out of this weird positioning you've seemed to found yourself in. But Susan beat you to it.

"Can you do me a favor?" She beckoned before turning around and trotting off into the kitchen. Already assuming you would listen. You usually did. There weren't any hidden agendas for her actions and nothing against you personally.

She held some power that you wished wasn't. You would take just about any job that required you to be away from the current obstacles of your personal life. But as she turned back to look at you with that indescribable air and knowing nod, she had beaten you.

"Whats up?" You replied, voice more gravely then you meant it to be as you walked up behind her. She was sticking something into the microwave.

"Bye, Y/N/N. " Nancy had emerged from the Hargrove bathroom when she stood on her toes to place a friendly kiss on your cheek before joining Jonathan.

"See ya, Nance. " You say as the dark haired girl glided away, passing a wave to Jonathan and then they were out the front door.

The house was mostly empty now with nearly all the kids back home, and Dustin and Max tucked away in her room, waiting for Dustin's mother. There was enough silence now that you were itching to leave. The house had settled quiet, but you couldn't describe it as comfortable. There was a ribbed blanket across the couch that had obviously been sat on by its dishelved look.

The TV was on but the volume had been lowered so much that you were better off listening to Billy's faint music from down the hall for entertainment.

Water rushed from somewhere on the other side of the house and the distinct slam of a door being pulled shut gave you the visual to what you were hearing. Your little brother, most likely. You'd seen him dip down the hallway like he was about to shit himself the moment Nancy exited the bathroom.

You shifted around, placing your backside agaisnt the counter as you found new things to look at. Languidly, you watched, senses picking out different things around the house to latch on to. The light green walls, the ugly brown patterns on the carpet, the hum of the refrigerator that, strangely enough, harbored no family photos, just magnets with various corny sayings.

Your eyes lingered on the fridge.

Everything here was simple. Blank like a fresh canvas of dry paint. Apart from the dishes left in the sink and the few items of clothing to be picked up off the ground, it felt oddly wrong for an occupied residence.

"Y/N?"

A shift in the environment rippled over your skin and something felt charged but not in a fearful sort of way. You're pulled from your small internal worry by the same woman from before.

"Billy hasn't come from his room all day, mind taking this to him?"

Susan's got a glass plate in her hand, slightly extended our towards you. It's filled at every turn with food she'd transfered from the tupperware after the ding of the microwave you hadn't quite heard.

That same gut feeling crawled up your insides again, but you blamed the way your throat tightened on the anxiety. Why it was something now and not earlier, you can't be sure.

But, if there's one thing you learned from movies and popular tv shows, it's never to interrupt the motherfucker when he's listening to rock. But, here's your excuse. So, with a small nod and the plate in your hand, you try to shake it all away.

Because the worst that could happen is you get your ass beat again.

Stepping up to the wood slated door gave your lungs a run for their money. It was as if all the air had been sucked from the atmosphere and the pressure collapsed the walls around you. Only breathing through your nose you shook the fear away with a raised fist to the door, clenched the plate in your opposite hand.

Bass rattled through the floor and past the wooden door, you're graced with the faint sounds of the guitar on the stereo. There were bits of vocals in the background, a baritone voice that spoke. And perhaps that was part of the appeal. Your fingers danced on the metal that resided at the entrance. It felt cool on your skin.

You knocked again after a few seconds. Nothing sounded on the other side of the door but you were still unsure if Billy could hear you above the music. Maybe he'd turn it down once his father returned from whatever place he'd ventured off to in the night. But you didn't exactly have that time to be waiting around, despite your own fathers late tendencies.

You took a moment to think if you should just leave the plate on the floor, let him pick it up, and try to call a ride. You exhaled quickly, shifting your balance onto your other hip.

Before you even touched the doorknob with a single digit, the music turned down significantly and suddenly the atmosphere was more intense than you'd anticipated.

Which, was the new normal.

But, still.

Things felt off. The pressure in your bones caused your limbs to rise upward, to defend yourself, to at least put yourself in some position that wouldn't leave you open to attack.

For what?

You didn't know.

Because all Billy did was peer up at you from the crack in his door. Nothing significant yet his stare was nothing less than striking. Those blue things could put the oceans to shame, rivaling even the sky in its vivid colors. They were a mirror.

They shifted to the food, briefly. Then immediately returned back to you as the speaker could barely emit its sound.

You watched as the boy straightened, sighed and then opened the door wider, leaving the frame unguarded as he trailed off into his room.

The door held open but his gaze disappeared into the space on his mattress, and the music lowered a touch, no longer loud enough to break the door from its hinges but loud enough that Billy had to raise his voice over it to be properly heard.

You took a cautious step forward after staring at the boys backside, his attire didn't leave much to imagination but his half nude state was the least of your discernment seeing as one, you were fashioned the same way and two, Billy Hargrove was wordlessly inviting you into his room.

You thought maybe this was some kind of trick, a ploy to get you cornered, so your eyes danced over him in brief, consistent glances as you proceeded forward.

He was sitting by his window, a cigarette stuck between his two fingers as he silently stared off into the the darkness the world outside offered.

It was strange. Seemingly off guard as he propped the knee of one leg against the window, giving a free range to his left to lean. Hair swept over the shoulder to show part of his sharp jawline, which dimmed only with each intake of the deadly nicotine.

The room was bland save for a few posters, white walls, brown dresser pressed against a corner and a night stand tucked at the opposite. Clothes were tossed about, either on the floor or hung up half assed on something that you could only guess as a proper hanger.

His nightstand was covered in trash and empty beer cans and you thought of shoving them away before deciding to place the plate on his bed instead.

You spared him a last glance after the action, perplexed by the fact he was just so— quiet. Which, was certainly odd to everyone at least within half a mile from here. Usually the moment you entered his space, his bubble, he erupted like an animal defending its territory.

You decided not to push your luck. Because right now, it felt like the deadly cat across the African plains simply hadn't noticed you. And so your steps were as carefully placed as they had been when you entered. It was almost relaxing despite the looming feeling from the boys demeanor.

Billy felt a wave, a sort of ripple through the air as the presence of another remained in the room. He didn't bother to speak, only raised the unlit cigarette to his lips in a curious manner and took an unsteady puff, letting the wind carry the smoke out the screen. There was a storm, one he had sensed earlier but was hard to make out amongst the many things that had clouded his mind with anger.

Luckily, the only thing he could blame his outburst on earlier this morning was exhaustion, a clear sign of his lack of sleep from the night before which would easily explain his half dead posture and irritability that had pissed off nearly everyone around him.

Another explanation for his hideout in his room but one you couldn't quite understand.

You neared the exit when the floorboards creaked just as they had before and you almost wanted to freeze in your place. Like the cat would come pouncing now, mauling you to death.

"Not gonna make a show of it?" Came Billy's voice, it was low and calm but you caught the slight strain of it. As if he needed a clear of his throat to even be fully heard.

"A show of what?" You cast a glance over your shoulder, brows knit.

The blonde gestured with his lips, the subtle shift in his elbow drawing attention to the stick of tobacco. "I was waiting for some goddamn spectacle, L/N. "

"I don't know what you're talking about, Billy. " You sounded exasperated already and you stepped over a black shirt with a design you couldn't quite decipher from its crumpled up state. You made sure not to add anymore scratches to the ground and turned around, placing your back firmly against the door frame.

Billy's muscles became tense with the new body turned on him and he felt the wave again, the stirring of new energy entering the atmosphere.

But you had simply done so so that your back wasn't uncomfortably to him when you left.

"Whatever. " Was all Billy seemed to say before shutting you out, shoving that fucking piece of shit plate away from him. And in the split second your brain focused on how fast food was supposed to get cooled and not nearly three seconds after swallowing his cancer stick Billy must've caught the attention of the devil himself.

There was no denying the jagged yell, the shuffling in his voice like someone was gripping his head and holding it under water. You jumped away, eyes as wide as saucers as Billy's bedroom door flung open, smacking the adjacent wall with a loud slam that nearly cracked the plaster from the force.

And yet, his voice was a lot less louder than his grand entrance. "Hey, shit face. Why don't you make yourself useful instead of sitting around all day, having our guests, " he gestured to you, "bring you your own fucking food. "

You moved a step back, almost tripping on your own footing from your struggle to balance yourself without the solid sense of feeling. Your eyes darted frantically between the two people within your viewing distance, and you could barely make out Susan a few feet away who had her hand clasped on Max's shoulder.

She was ushering her daughter to their bedroom but Max refused, and the red head stood beside the door with a wary look.

"Get up. And give him a ride home. " Another gesture to you and when you looked towards the entrance of Billy's room again Neil was taking up the entire frame.

"That's really not–" You began but stopped as both of the parents turned to look at you with an appalled look. It was nothing personal but you doubted Billy even knew where you lived and the only time you ever rode with him was pervious to when he'd beat your ass.

"My dad–" You tried again.

"He won't answer the phone, much less pick you up. " Susan jumped in, though the hesitation on her voice made you doubt if that was her plan all along. "Your brother got a ride with the Henderson's. "

"Put on a shirt, stop acting like a balless queer, and go. " Again Neil thrust a drawn out, mocking tone, like his son couldn't comprehend basic sentences and he stepped out of the way to make room for your departure.

Billy's got a storm brewing in his expression and there was one moment where his eyes met yours and you were sure you'd drown in all the hate there was.

You didn't get a chance to argue about the amount of time it would take to get there and about how you would manage on your own. In fact, something in Max's eyes told you it'd be better not to. So you pressed your lips against each other as Billy grabbed his keys and pushed past you.

You watched Billy stalk past everyone, a gruff 'Yes, Sir' leaving his lips that you almost hadn't heard as he passed his father.

You exited the room shortly after, not sparing Susan or Neil a goodbye as you gingerly took your shirt from Max's hands.

She made a comment, something quietly spoken that not even your heightened hearing could make out over Billy's obnoxious slamming of the front door that he knew he would pay for later. You watched the young girl as she returned to her room.

Silence welcomed you when you first stepped into the driveway, stretching across the cement with a sense of uncomfortablity that didn't seem to fade as you entered the car and were met with a chilling quiet.

Billy didnt look at you as his ignition roared to life, nor did he speak to you as he pulled out the drive way. He stared ahead, chin down as he leaned just slightly forward, supporting an arm on the side door, palm rubbing soothing circles into his temple.

He was going 20 above the speed limit. You assumed you two were trying to get as far away from the house as you could. But, the further into the neighborhood you went, the lower the numbers on the radio dropped and the more the car filled with quiet music.

Hargrove was completely out of it, lost in some other space where you weren't welcome. And the car had filled with a tension you doubted he'd meant to cause, but given his current mood, you didn't think he could avoid it either.

Despite this, you chose to press yourself against the door with a turned head, the muscles in your body growing taut with discomfort the more you tried to make it seem as if you weren't even of existence in the passenger seat.

You wanted out of the car.

That much you could draw from your mind when you found that the speedometer was at 55 and increasing.

"Billy. " You tore your gaze from the meter, flickering over the silent boy who was intent on looking only at the road ahead.

No answer. His jaw was tightened and set. There were lines buried in the skin.

"Billy. " Your voice held a certain firmness that he didn't quite like.

Silence still and he tightened his grip on the leather, knuckles turning white. The streetlights were getting ready to cast those obnoxious eyes and like a perfect chain of events the little hairs of a certain song burst from the speakers.

His hand, fast with anger, whipped across the volume dial, ceasing the tune and replacing it with the rumble of the engine.

An inhale, then a single word. "What. "

Somehow you think that's the opposite of an answer. It's barely a question. With the tone of voice he held he shouldn't have phrased it that way because he clearly didn't want to know what you had to say, what you thought.

"Stop the car. I'll walk. " It was simple enough and on any normal occasion Billy might've done just that rather than wasting his gas on you. But tonight was different, and Billy, seemingly fueled by his own agitation, just blew past the stop sign and sent the speed at which the Camaro rolled up with you at dangerous levels.

The car vibrated lightly beneath you, air whistling as you tore through the neighborhood at an alarming rate.

"Oh for fucks sake. " It was a mutter to yourself because you hadn't exactly expected the boy to be cooperative but you didn't think you'd be forced to jump out of a moving car again. Yet, here you were; gripping the handle, poised like a god damn animal, eyeing the road as you built up your goddamned gallantry.

You didn't catch the surprise on Billy's face when he noticed you push the door open against the harsh winds.

Fuck it.

You fell with ease and with a soft oof! your limbs were somehow able to stand the blow rather than becoming mangled chunks of meat against the pavement. You could hear the car skidding to a stop five houses down as you took a moment to roll around in your own pain.

Your shirt had rode up on your torso, back pressed against the heated road as your skin made contact with the tar. You had a few scrapes along your spine, one over the delicate hip bone. And you were pretty sure the road had peeled the skin on your forearm all the way down to the elbow but hey, at least it wasn't your fucking face.

A few drops of blood gathered on a pebble directly to your right. Your nose gave a sharp twinge of pain.

"Dick. " You said that in regards to him, for every aspect of his personality. Because Billy Hargrove was what others considered a giant dick.

If you hadn't suspected it before you were sure when you heard the wheels start to turn again, the shift of a gear springing the Camaro back to life. And then footsteps, louder than the car itself, were slapping against the asphalt.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" You raised your head, eyes coming to focus on Billy's very fucking pissed form towering above you. Arms crossed defensively, face twisted with irritation as he glared down at you with something close to— well it looked a lot like anger but Billy only knew one of three emotions and that was definitely not concern.

"Fuck you. " You managed through a puddle of blood in your mouth that you promptly spit out, only having realized it was there the moment it began forming bubbles when you tried to speak.

Billy's voice stuttered in reply. "What the fuck is your problem? Do you want to fucking kill yourself or something?! "

"Better than death by fucking vehicular manslaughter on the account of Billy fucking Hargrove. " You muttered, hands pressing into the road to give you leverage when you attempt to stand up. Your body immediately yells a no to this action and you lay right back down on the road.

"What?" Billy is completely distraught in the sense that his brain has seemed to burst due the sheer incomprability of your actions.

"Oh I don't know, Billy, maybe the next time I feel like killing myself I'll call you and we'll go a hundred miles an hour off the fucking side of a cliff. "

The boys eyebrows were nearly touching his hairline as he stared at you.

"Watch me die like an old school movie where they're surrounded by bubbles and colors and shit. "

You spit the last remnants of blood from your mouth and Hargroves face ran red and blue. "Can you fucking shut the fuck up and get up already before anyone sees you. " He demanded, practically dancing around your form. Arms stretched out with a stance that reminded you very much of a gymnast.

"No. No. I think I'll lay here for a sec. " You roll onto your backside, a groan in your voice, arms folding over your body, posed like a corpse.

Billy stops in his antics and stares at you incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"Very serious, yes. " Your voice almost comes out like a sigh.

Billy reels, and if it wasn't for the fact your eyes were sealed shut now, you'd be able to see the absolute bewilderment of the teen as he stood there in the middle of the empty street. Arms half poised over you but not touching your form. As if he didn't know what do with you.

"...Get up. " He demands, standing straight again, his hands on his waist. This time he's not commanding you in that cold manner. There's a little rise to his voice like he's beginning to lose his patience, his forehead furrowing with anger.

You take another few moments to enjoy the silence. You swear you hear a cicada or something squeak from a window sill nearby and the air felt cooler than it has in weeks. Until it all becomes overbearing and your chest burns from a lack of oxygen. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath.

You open an eye to test the waters.

Billy's scowling now, a hand on his hip and the other resting across his forehead in disbelief. At you or the situation, you weren't entirely sure. Both you imagined. But there was a certain look on his face like he was ready to pull some kind of theatric, a reaction, throw a punch to knock some sense into you but ultimately decided against it.

"Where do you live?" He asked the question in such a manner that you couldn't help but be wary of his intentions.

"...Why?" You asked, the caution obvious in your voice. As he loomed over you like that... it wasn't doing a whole lot of trust building.

You almost hear the growl of frustration from his throat as he began rocking on the balls of his feet, hands swinging like he wasn't able to grab hold of something. "So we can fucking go. Before someone calls the fucking cops. "

You still hesitated.

"Before I fuck you up so hard they'll have to identify you by your fucking sperm. " Okay there were his threats. But they lacked the substance of his normal demeanor. He didn't seem overly angry like he typically did but still, his body gave some kind of look as though he couldn't quite will himself to control the way it trembled with adrenaline.

"Nice one, but you're not my type. " Another bite and a second of Billy looking absolutely befuddled as he tried to keep his voice down. His glare had weakened but only because he was taken off guard, and his cocky expression fell to a tight line.

You watched as he took a moment to look around the empty street. The lights weren't too bright so you couldn't make out that typical, telltale flush of his skin that you've grown accustomed to in his anger.

Your eyes flickered across his face, scanning every inch like a beacon. Curiously, you looked at him the same way he always did. Maybe you'd find some sort of answer hidden somewhere behind his icy blues.

The look on his face was strange. Pensive.

"Get up, Y/N. " An even voice this time. Calming maybe. And to think, all it took was a slightly gay comment in order to simmer the violent bastard.

You half wondered where the fag-bashing erratic moron went. Maybe he'd packed his bags and runaway. You could hope.

You did more than that infact, you put that right there on your bucket list, and with a frown, more for yourself than anything else, you looked away from the boy above you.

"Fine. Alright. " Your movements were stiff with pain as you moved to push yourself up by the palms of your hand, your arms trembling beneath the weight. The skin on your hand and forearm burned with a stinging sensation.

Billy watched at your pathetic attempts, a sneer or two on his face but he didn't seem to offer much help until it'd all get too pathetic and he had to reach out and aid you.

"Idiot. " His lip curled as his palm met yours, his fingers holding onto the back of your hand tight as possible.

You stumbled slightly upon becoming fully upright, teetering against Billy for a moment as you took a minute to regain your ground.

"Yeah, well whose fucking fault is that. " You've developed a lovely habit of hissing through your teeth with an unnecessary amount of spite. You're surprised Billy hasn't knocked you on your ass and left you for dead by now.

He scoffs, trying to put as much distance between the two of you while still having your arm linked through his, helping you along. To the ignorant eye, you suppose this would look platonic enough but anyone that knew the two of you well would certainly think otherwise.

Billy's all rigid limbs and stunted movements. Even when you'd finally started to walk on your own and your grip on his arm began to slack, he held firm with a grip like a vise.

And by the time you're at the passenger's side, he's shoving you into the seat and you nearly knock your head on the top of car.

You didn't bother giving a remark when he practically seethed through his teeth, slamming the door in your face. He strode around the car like a man on a mission.

"If you go more than 5 over the speed limit—" You felt the warning die on your tongue when you saw the look of pure anger etched onto Billy's face.

"You'll jump out. Yeah. " His hand came down on the shifter. "Got it. "

There was a part of your brain that you didn't recognize that was screaming in terror, completely and totally convinced you were going to die tonight at the hands of the ever brooding Billy Hargrove.

But much to your surprise, Billy maintains that 5 mile leway the entire drive home even when there's barely a car in the streets. He hadn't muttered a single word since throwing his angry body in the driver's seat.

Instead, he'd cranked up the music all the way as if it'd some how compensate for the lack of speed and conversation, not that there would be much to say anyway.

You hadn't bothered looking at him. He hadn't bothered looking at you. But somehow, in one way or another, the feeling as if you were watching each other was even more abundant in the silence.

Whatever hostility had remained from Billy's mood in the first half of the night had receded back into his depths for later. Though the occasional frown on his face never quite leaves no matter what, his eyes are softer now.

And by the time he's pulling into the dirt driveway of your home, the soft beams of amber and yellow from the streetlights dimly hitting half his face, there's no sign of anger or any real semblance of emotion. It's oddly quiet, and the only thing to really speak up was the steady rumble of the engine.

"Thanks. " You beckon quickly and with reluctantance as you awkwardly grabbed at the door handle, trying to turn as quickly as you could while still maintaining balance. Anything just to get out of his car and away from the guy.

"Y/N. " He voices and the moment you pull at the handle you come to find it's resistance. A dull tingle shoots up your spine and the hair on the back of your neck raises with tension.

You turn, facing the teen who kept an unconcerned façade. He was a calm still pond with blue eyes flickering like small waves in the face of a strong wind, and although most times they were ice and snow that held such a cold, unforgiving passion of arrogance, there were times they were the ripples of a breeze.

Now was one of those times.

"Don't go around pulling fucking stunts like that. "

That was definitely closer to a warning than anything else that had come from his lips the entirety of the night.

"This is coming from the guy who beat my ass into the concrete two months ago. " And at this point, you were too exhausted to be filled with spite for the boy.

His posture falters and not just figuratively. There's a shift to the way he's sitting but the flicker of his eyes remains. Even with you half turned, his stare remained. In fact, it seems to have gotten all the more intense.

"What's it to you anyway? " The way he tilted his head might have been endearing in another life. Now, it seemed to hold meaning, the way a predator stalks its prey with such observant behavior before sinking its teeth into its jugular.

His gaze on you could have bored into your brain, much like a drill for how quick your defenses seemed to start dissolving.

He'd always looked at you like this. Whether or not you caught his eyes on you was by chance.

In class, in the halls, it was all the same to him. He'd get one look and that was about all it took. He'd stare with the attention like an interrogation, as if trying to decode some secret behind your stature, trying to pick you apart bit by bit with those watchful baby blue's of his. And if there was no easy route to doing that he'd dig his little meat hooks into you until there was.

You were all he'd focus on. Not you in particular. More so the idea of you.

Whatever that meant.

Of course the only instance Billy looked at you without fail, hard looked at you like the blue was about to spill out of his eyes and swallow you up like a tsunami, was when he was a little tipsy or riled up with heat and fury. But like most of Billy's emotions, they were very intense. Too intense for something as simple as just a fucking stare. It almost gave you the illusion of a dangerous threat that made your skin buzz with goosebumps, your nerves rattling in their sockets.

He was doing the same now, except, the only difference was that he wasn't pissed faced or smoldering with alcohol this time. In the confines of his car, beneath the yellow white shine of the nearby street lights, he couldn't tear his gaze away even if you begged.

Billy was the sort of thing to stop you mid thought when you glance and feel your limbs freeze, suddenly petrified with all this uneasiness and sudden confusion as to why there was only one sort of definition to put on why you felt such things whenever his presence was met with a hundred paces of distance.

"I..." He starts but his voice falls flat. Something beyond frustration, something between anger and concern. The sort of look that told you he was working something out in his mind. Or he just couldn't find the proper word choice that didn't end in an f-bomb at the end of his sentence.

He's still staring, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours, like a candle wick in the night. Wavering. Stuttering. Inconsistent uncertainty.

Like he's just asking for guidance to fill his barren vocabulary, the words never existing like an undiscovered civilization in his brain, unable to conjure up the sort of speech that would get him what he wanted.

An abrupt sense of panic washed over you. You inhaled sharply and you didn't let the breath go until your next move was placed in front of you like a chess piece on the board and you couldn't take the time to think out any future moves on your part.

All of your attention was pulled to him, focused entirely. The way he moved, the way he breathed, it left a tingling feeling trailing behind him like some faint breeze of emotion.

Everything stilled, it was him and you. Him. And you.

And he's just looking at you like that. Mouth halfway opened and the noise of shallow heavy breaths were the only sounds falling from his lips while he's looking at you all wide-eyed, like some fresh-faced virgin whose never seen one in person before.

You cursed yourself. Cursed the wind. Cursed the ground. Cursed Billy and his stupid face. And every corner of his stupid car and everything else about him. You can curse the sun but that'd probably be a step too far. Especially the moment you met those watchful pools of sea foam.

Fucking Billy Hargrove and his stupid, fucking car and his even more stupid...

Lips.

Lips and teeth.

Teeth, pale pink lips.

Blue eyes, long lashes.

Stupid fucking curly hair.

The sort of curly where it always managed to get you by the tips, tangling its brambles in your fingers and refusing to let go.

Which is why the second Billy made a small noise– not even really a noise, it's a breath. A single exhale that hits your nose, hits you the way nothing has before, and it causes a wave of heat to wash over you, overtaking your senses.

You grab those curls, your fingers entwine them and his breath is alot heavier, alot hotter as his hands grip tightly onto your shirt, like he's a frightened child.

His lips are wet.

He's messy.

Sloppy.

Like he's never kissed before in his life. Lips that keep moving, and his tongue is too sensitive, too eager.

Every sharp inhale of breath reeks of sweat and chlorine.

There's no time to stop and make sense of the situation.

He's scrambling over the middle console, desperate hands gripping on your collar and in any other scenario, this would've been the step before he plummeted his fist into your face. But there's hardly anything suggesting that. At least not without the time to see the tiny trail of tears lining Billy's eyes, glossing his cheeks.

He tastes as he looks. Like liquid gold with his tongue rubbing against yours in a hot mass of burning motion. And any semblance of a rational train of thought was chucked out the window.

There was enough room in the front seat for a teenage boy and then some. Billy Hargrove was not such a teenage boy. There was barely enough room to shift and breathe and wriggle around in this half straddle.

You can faintly hear a heavy car pass over a mound in the road, an off balance tire or perhaps someone forgot to inflate it and the uneven troll on the road, not entirely deafening, but it's there. And Billy hears it and he jumps from you, leg grazing the shifter, head knocking into the top of the roof.

His ears are steaming red as he all but falls into the driver's seat, face flustered and hair slightly disheveled.

He's looking around like a wild animal caught in a trap and he can't escape, eyes flickering back and forth; from the gearshift all the way to the rear view mirror and then to your face.

Pupils shot open, dark and wide, and a hand coming up to press on his forehead, eyes squinting.

"Billy‐ " It's a start, but it doesn't stay long enough to be deemed a full sentence, not with his name lingering on your lips while you try to swallow down the heat in the pit of your stomach. Billy's looking at you, breathing heavy.

"Get out. " He mutters forcefully, the lock clicks open and when his hand comes up to rub across his face, it's shaking.

"Billy. " More insistent this time.

He looks a few shades redder than when he was before, his head snaps back to meet your stare, hair curling beneath his ears in a gentle mess, curls threatening to fall into his face.

"Get out!" His voice pitches, breaks into something close to a sob and Billy swings his arm wildly, fist connecting with the steering wheel and there's a loud honk as a warning before he shouts again. "Get the fuck out, you fucking faggot!" His voice reverberates across the entire neighborhood, shattering your ear drums in the process.

There's dogs barking from far away, probably due to the horn.

You hesitated but only for a moment before swinging the door open, just barely missing the opportunity to knock the shit out of your leg by the time Billy decided to slam down his foot on the pedal. The door shuts fast. The car speeds off before it has the chance.

You watched him drive away, with just as much intensity as the boy inside the car watched you in the rearview.

As your house began to shrink away into the distance, and the glare of the car grew smaller and smaller. You could hardly see those searing blue eyes the way you did in class. Though this time, instead of a look of hatred or scorn, it was one of fear and dread.

And maybe, just maybe, if there were more light shining on his face, it would reflect a thousand scenarios playing on his cheeks. Not that you would've been able to tell from all the way out here.

"Fuck. "

[amourluvie]

Could you write relationships headcanons for Will and LJ please? 🥺 (separately of course)

YESYESYES MY TWO STUPID HUSBANDSSS

Will grossman + laughing jack x reader headcanons (non poly) !

I love you sm anon tysm for requesting this !

WILL GROSSMAN

- y'all are like that one " the bride and the ugly ass groom" meme

- like you know couples where the gf is like a whole entire goddess and the boyfriends is just a stupid loser? Yeah that's you and him.

- he's extremely clingy , following you like a lost puppy looking for it's mother every chance he gets.

- he's also heavy on pda too,he will literally melt if you smother his face in kisses while you are out in public,he always has to hold you in some way too,such as holding your waist or hand,or simply just putting a arm around you. He wants to feel you close to him every millisecond.

- if you laugh to his stupid jokes,listen to him contentfully while he rambles about how skibidi toilet is a masterpiece, he will marry you immediately.

- he's honestly really clumsy, so you need to like keep an eye out on him on him incase he falls down the stairs (or commits vehicular manslaughter)

LAUGHING JACK

- you thought will was clingy? lj is even clingier, which makes sense due to his fuckass abandonment issues that Isaac gave him.

- you probably have to teach him about boundaries and when you do, he will respect them but still be clingy,he's just scared you will disappear from his grasp if he doesn't hold you,he can't bear to lose and get abandoned by someone he trusted once again.

- he has insane jealousy issues,he can't stand you talking to another one that's not him,his monochrome heart,which used to be all colourful,aches when he sees your pretty eyes on someone that's not him.

- however he will just be jealous in silence. He doesn't want you to think he's just just being way to controlling or possessive. But the look on his face,eyes full of envy and jealousy,says otherwise and you had to reassure you had eyes for no other,but him only.

- you love and accepted him for he truly was,he will never do something you won't like. Best bf/husband 100/10

[urlocalwormtoday]

Subjects, Faceless and Voiceless ARG Analysis

ELLOELLO ‼️‼️ you might've heard a friend of mine started an ARG, and so, tis the time to analyze everything we've gotten so far >:D

BEYOND THIS LINE INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR MY FRIEND @honeyzee312 's REALLY COOL ARG ON YT ‼️‼️

real quick disclaimer, I do have confirmation on some of my theories and small pieces of trivia bc at the time of initial analyzing I was chilling with zee irl TvT

ANYHOW;;; here's the pieces I have so far

Miscellaneous (not a video/common knowledge) :

- that hot pink color (we see it during the first video, Stars, at timestamp 0:28) is important

- the videos of the ARG are all mixedmatched at different times, so not all of them occur one after the other

- it all takes place sometime between 2015 and 2024

- there's an odd glitchiness that appears whenever we change scenes or somebody gets hurt

- soneone hit and killed somebody with a car in 2015, that's why that year is so important

Stars :

- Purple first appears

- Pink color and static for the first time

- Red first appears

- Blue first appears

- We learn Blue's name is Kayebee

- Red asks if Blue/Kayebee remembers something, to which they respond they do

There's not a whole lotta lore in this one I don't think, but I have been told to look deeper. The phrase 'lose the stars' is interesting and quite ominous :o

Liar :

- Teal first appears

- Teal is calling somebody ('he' pronoun) a liar as Blue/Kayebee narrates

- Pink and static again, scene changes

- Splotches of pink in the background of the next scene ? (I have gained confirmation that pink will not be a subject/character in the future so that's been ruled out)

- More pink, it fills up the entire screen but only ever when purple is talking and disappears when Red's dialogue appears

- I've received confirmation that there's three separate scenes; first one with Teal and Blue, second with Purple and Red, third with Red and Teal

- Purple asks if Red hates them, Red doesn't know

- Teal begins saying a name to Red in the next scene, 'Koki-' before getting cut off

- The two both call each other liars but never deny the accusations that either of them are liars

This one's interesting.. The scene switches confused me for a bit, but overall just raises more questions

Sorry :

- Scene begins with a conversation between Teal and Blue

- Teal asks if 'he' is okay and Blue asks Teal to define okay

- Teal says sorry a lot 0-0

- 'He doesn't forgive you!' from Blue to Teal

There's not a whole lot in this one that I can see either, but as I write this it has reminded me to check the descriptions more often

Trees :

- I've received confirmation trees aren't symbolic of anything, they're just pretty and something to be adored lol

- Blue, Red, and Purple chilling

- Red insults Purple, Purple hits Red, then static

Okay this one's just pretty and chill 🥹

6/8 :

- Title is a reference to a measure of music, and is a reference to Le Cygnus I've been told

- Blue and Red open up a scene

- Red is extra tired today :o

- Blue wants to show Red a song, static fills the screen as we switch scenes

- Purple is trying to calm Teal

- Static, we switch scenes

- Lilac first appears :DD

Lilac !!!!! Lilac intrigues me like a bug intrigues a scientist.. I wanna put them under a microscope and study them

Rain :

- 'on that night..' the night of the vehicular manslaughter, I'm assuming

- Static appears, switch scenes

- Green first appears!! welcome, world, to my handwriting >:]

- Red is either concussed or the rain gives them headaches

- The show begins being mentioned, and apparently Lilac wasn't tipped in on what it's about

- Blue, Green, Lilac, and Red all watch the show together

- Static, scene swap

- 'oh. my. god' from Purple, supposedly something bad

Oughh Green also intrigues me (partially because they have my handwriting lmao),, I wanna see more of them

The Show! :

- Blue begins narration

- Static, we return to Teal and Purple, Teal is panicking. Maybe the show was a news broadcast of some kind ?

- Teal apparently tipped off the cops, and told them 'they' (they as in plural, two or more) were nonviolent; I assume this is referring to the vehicular manslaughter TvT

- Static, we return to the bigger group

- Lilac is asking where 'she' is

- Green tells Lilac 'she' ran

- Lilac maybe didn't watch the show ??

- Static

- Red has a high fever, blue picks them up :,]

The plural 'them' is very interesting, I wonder if we'll ever get to meet them. It's been so long since I've had to pick apart a puzzle like this before I didn't realize how much I missed it lol

I most definitely haven't put together everything yet, but I eagerly await new material (no pressure btw Zee !! dw if u start running outta steam, it happens to the best of us lol) to put under my brain microscope :0

[e-wills-afterhours]

Pretentious Coffee, Chapter 5

In reality, Astrid knew very little about Hiccup. She didn’t know his last name, where he was from, how old he was, nor something as mundane as his favorite color. He was a stranger, and Astrid had a natural disinclination toward the different and unfamiliar. Her life had always been perfectionism, tradition, and obtainable expectations.

In the wake of her breakup, it became distressingly clear how little joy all of that brought her.

Hiccup represented change. He was a departure from her structured life of top grades and—until just recently—a steady, stagnant relationship. The only competition between the two of them was the clashing of wit, opposed to a passive-aggressive battle for innate superiority.

Other than that, Hiccup was a complete mystery to be unraveled—a thick novel with an exciting back cover summary. He was a distraction from her misery, until two-timing ex-lovers united them by a common pile of absolute crap.

She hated Eret even more for it—for reaching into the private daydream she had set aside for herself, tainting it.

“This isn’t how I imagined this would go,” Eret said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Astrid shared the sentiment. She thought the next time she spoke to him would be one-on-one, where she could tear him apart. Likely, it would have escalated to a shouting match, but that would have been enough to give her closure and end things on mutual loathing; her pride would be bandaged with contempt.

“Why is this so strange? Is this too straight-forward and decent for you?” Hiccup asked, and Astrid found herself inching closer to him.

“Look, Hiccup,” Eret sighed, “it was never about you. Or Astrid. What happened between Heather and I—it wasn’t intentional.”

“Neither is, say…vehicular manslaughter, but that doesn’t make it okay, does it?”

Astrid nearly choked on a mouthful of beer. She turned away quickly to cough and stifle a rather poorly timed laugh. Hiccup caught her eye and there was the hint of a smirk on his face. She flashed him a smile Eret couldn’t see.

“It’s not like this came out of nowhere,” Heather finally spoke up.

“Right. You asked for space and I gave it to you. How thoughtless of me,” Hiccup muttered, taking a long sip of beer. “Or was I supposed to inherently know that ‘I need some space’ actually meant you wanted to be pursued?”

“Headgames, huh? Well, you know all about those, don’t you?” Astrid asked, rounding on Eret.

“So, you didn’t even bother to read my texts,” he accused.

“Would they have contained some new revelation?”

Eret fell quiet, brow furrowing into a solid line. Astrid stared back at him unwavering.

There they were, mirror images. Both too much alike to back down. Cut from the same cloth, they were both too headstrong to last. Neither one wanted to lose—to be the one left limping way from their failed relationship with their proverbial tail between their legs.

“Let’s go,” Heather murmured, gently tugging on his arm. “I like the fire pit better, anyway.”

Eret shot Astrid one last lingering glance meant to wither her, but she did not balk. They were both proud, and so things remained unsettled still. There was more that needed to be said before their relationship could be declared legally deceased. Astrid had a whole glossary of creative insults and curse words she had yet to throw in his face and it would be such a shame if it were to go unheard.

Eret and Heather slipped back outside leaving Hiccup and Astrid in a resounding silence that the even stereo’s bass beats couldn’t penetrate.

It was only them in the tiny space, with their beer and regrets. They wouldn’t look at each other, though their history and embarrassment had become inextricably linked.

“So, that was awkward,” Hiccup commented.

Astrid could appreciate his attempt to lighten the mood.

“Heather is—was your…?”

“Yeah. I didn’t realize Eret screwed somebody over as well. He seems like a decent guy…except for the whole, y’know, falling for other people’s girlfriends thing.”

Astrid nodded. She rotated her bottle in her hands, admiring the label.

“Looks like you and I are connected,” she said.

Hiccup smiled wryly. “By heartache and bad coffee.”

“Passable coffee,” Astrid amended.

Hiccup laughed and it warmed Astrid’s toes again. She couldn’t help noticing the way his green eyes lit up like the absurd marijuana leaf atop the Christmas tree, and the way his freckles consolidated as his face contorted with mirth. She smirked, hiding it in her drink as she considered him through her lashes.

In light of their similar circumstances, she found him more appealing. True, he was no longer separate from her problems with Eret, but Hiccup understood where she was at. He could relate, and he was still so intriguing in addition to it all.

He replied, “I’m afraid you don’t know what constitutes decent coffee.”

Astrid had to give him that. “No. I don’t.”

Another silence settled between them, but it was far less heavy.

“Are you leaving, then?” Hiccup asked.

Astrid cocked her head to the side and wondered if his incessant talking was a compulsion.

“To put some distance between the two of you,” he gestured vaguely toward the backdoor, and Astrid understood to whom he referred.

“No. I’m not running away this time,” she huffed. “He can stand out there and stew in it for all I care. Best thing I can do is enjoy myself.”

“Mmm, because you were just so successful at that before I waltzed over here.”

Astrid rolled her eyes and reached out to swat him in the shoulder. He flinched but chuckled.

“Fine. Parties aren’t really my thing,” she admitted, “but I don’t want him to gloat, thinking he ran me off.”

Hiccup’s grin broadened, and though his sarcastic quips tested her claims and her patience, there was no judgment in them. He was enjoying himself, engaging her on intellect, drawn in by her brain.

“Yes,” he sad. “Staying at a party you hate just to rub it in Eret’s face isn’t vindictive at all.”

She found their mental exercise equally stimulating. Never before had someone shown such fascination in her wit, provoking her purely for the fun of the banter.

She fired back, “You’d rather I leave then?”

His expression changed from cocky to startled. “No, no! No, I…I was just saying…”

But what he was supposedly ‘just saying’ was never defined. He gazed out of the kitchen window, sipping his beer with a red tint to his ears that could not be attributed to an overhead string of Christmas lights.

In their seemingly endless volley, Astrid had just scored a point.

She was smug, catching a glimpse of the first page of him, beneath his glossy cover with its snarky taglines.

“Anyway, this party hasn’t been all bad. Besides Ruffnut, though, I don’t really know anyone else here,” she told him, sizing him up as he stared elsewhere.

Those fitted black slacks were seared into her memory, even as she admired his loose, low-riding sweatpants. Heather was decidedly a fool.

Astrid’s eyes snapped back to his as he turned toward her again.

“You know me,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes. “You served me coffee and attitude once.”

“Well, I—“

“You implied I was privileged, too.”

She delighted in the way he grew flustered—the most un-composed she had seen him. She was slowly peeling back the layers of him, and each one was more endearing than the last, which wasn’t difficult when his outermost façade was one of an almost cynical apathy. There was an appeal to the two sides of him—the newer, more vulnerable side, and the persona he projected to give the impression Heather hadn’t crushed him.

Astrid could relate.

“A-haha,” he laughed dryly. “Uh, yeah. My humor can…sometimes leave much to be desired.” His eyes flickered pointedly to the back door. “Or so I’ve been told.”

Astrid scoffed. “Who cares what she thinks anymore?”

Hiccup quirked an eyebrow. “You seem awfully concerned with what Eret thinks.”

Astrid opened her mouth to refute him, but immediately snapped it closed. Any excuse would be a lie and he was far too clever to buy it. Flirting or teasing, whichever was more accurate, there was an honesty in their exchanges that she hadn’t enjoyed with anyone else.

Sarcastic, though he may be, Hiccup didn’t mislead. He hadn’t said anything meant to misrepresent himself; no bragging, no self-adulation. He didn’t try to woo her with flattery. There was not a single incidence she could recall where he had tried to impress her. Since he had first sassed her in that coffee shop, Astrid had the impression Hiccup was being nothing but honest in the parts of himself he had chosen to show her. It was masking an internal turmoil much like her own, but it was very much real to who he was.

She owed him nothing less in return.

“An old habit dies hard,” she retorted. “Although, I would say it’s less caring about what he thinks, and more trying to stay one step ahead of pettiness.”

“A strategy I can appreciate.” He tilted his drink forward and they clinked bottlenecks together.

Hiccup swallowed the last of his beer and strode to the recycle bin to toss the empty glass. Astrid couldn’t help watching him move. He was lanky, but with some detectable definition beneath his shirt.

She finished off the rest of her beer, feeling her pulse quicken before her brain could even catch up. But she knew—adding her bottle to the bin and brushing past him—that the gathering electricity in the air was a premonition of things that might be. She was standing on a precipice with him, but whether he be just polite or obtuse, Hiccup was not straightforward about his intentions. She was going to have to decide the turn of events, should he be so inclined…

He was not an alpha male—everything Astrid had previously believed she wanted. That old checklist was quickly fading like a piece of notebook paper left out in the rain.

It was not like her to pursue—to have to ask. It was intimidating to make herself open to rejection. That was not the norm in a predictable relationship that unfolded exactly how one would expect. Nothing about her interactions with Hiccup followed any of the rules or standards she otherwise lived and dated by.

But she needed that; she needed something extraordinary to propel her forward to explore the potentials of dating, of adulthood, and a liberated sexuality.

Hiccup was that kind of extraordinary. He wasn’t a guaranteed solution to her problems, but he would certainly unlock what came next, pulling her spinning wheels out of the mud.

It was intimidating, but also empowering. With him, she could take a chance.

“Well, I’m not going back out there, and you’re the only person worth talking to in here,” Astrid sighed, folding her arms across her chest.

She could feel her own heart racing like she had just ran a mile.

Hiccup smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment rather than a lack of options.”

“Is there someplace more private we could move…this?” Astrid gestured between them, trying not to be too implicit.

It was all still open-ended. Hiccup had given her no indication either way.

Perhaps she was being unreasonable? Perhaps he wasn’t attracted to her in that sense? Perhaps she was reading too much into whatever chemistry she thought they had?

And for that reason, she wanted nothing explicitly stated, in part so she couldn’t be rejected.

Hiccup’s face did something peculiar, running through a range of emotions from taken aback, to curious, to contemplative. Nothing negative passed over his features. His shoulders slackened, head tilted to the side, trying to decode the riddle of her request.

“Sure,” he said, leaving the kitchen abruptly, and Astrid assumed she was meant to follow.

As she trailed him through the narrow hallway, she felt like molten lead was being pumped into her legs.

They were headed for his bedroom.

Her entire body felt hot with anxiety, excitement, and a knees-wobbling anticipation. She tried to remind herself a simple invitation to his bedroom did not necessarily mean anything—it was a small house where the only other private space was the bathroom, currently occupied by someone puking.

Still, she hoped it was a short hallway or Hiccup might turn to find her collapsed in the middle of it.

They took a sharp right leading to a single door that he held open for her.

“After you,” he said, and Astrid smiled, hoping her nerves didn’t twist it into something unhinged.

She stepped over the threshold, committed to chase Hiccup as far as she could down the rabbit hole.

[emerals]

the lads but it’s cards against humanity

some of these are funny most aren’t lmao

prompts are bolded!!

OZZY - - Seeing my father cry; kid-tested, mother-approved. - Step 1: A sorry excuse for a father. Step 2: Vehicular manslaughter. Step 3: Profit. - What's my secret power? Fucking all my dad's friends. - What's that smell? Poor life choices.

JUNIPER - - Excuse me, straight man, but all the different kinds of lesbians isn't for you, STRAIGHT MAN. - Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, we called you because we're concerned about Cynthia. Are you aware that your daughter is throwing grapes at a man until he loses touch with reality? - Girls. High five, bro. - A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without getting serial killed.

XIMENA - - I never truly understood hot people until I encountered your mom. - But before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you vigorous jazz hands. - That's right, I killed heteronormativity. How, you ask? Bees? - For my next trick, I will pull science out of a Bop It.

WHITTANY - - I drink to forget being rich. - Uh, hey guys, I know this was my idea, but I'm having serious doubts about breaking into song and dance. - I got 99 problems but crumbs all over the god damn carpet ain't one. - Hey guys, welcome to Chili's! Would you like to start the night off right with kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support?

ASH - - Arby's We Have completely unwarranted confidence. - When I am President, I will create the Department of a bitch slap. - Hey Reddit! I'm judging everyone. Ask me anything. - I'm LeBron James, and when I'm not slamming dunks, I love two Xanax and a bottle of wine.

VIVIAN - - YAAAAAAS! You are serving me daddy issues realness! - Dude, do not go in that bathroom. There's men in there. - What's the best metaphor for our political system? 30 shirtless bears emerging from the fog. - 50% of all marriages end in listening to her problems without trying to solve them.

EVERETT - - In the new Disney Channel Original Movie, Hannah Montana struggles with the patriarchy for the first time. - What are my parents hiding from me? Saying "I love you". - As the mom of five rambunctious boys, I'm no stranger to a little boy who won't shut the fuck up about dinosaurs. - If you can't love yourself, how the hell you gonna love committing treason?

KIWI - - Mamma Mia. Here I go again. My! My! How can I resist giggling like an anime girl? - Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on sunshine an rainbows. - TSA guidelines now prohibits wizard music on airplanes. - My fellow Americans: Before this decade we will have Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on the moon!

DEAN - - I get by with a little help from self-loathing. - I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called "being fucking pathetic". - Your dreams are one click away! Learn more at Hope.com. - What's the most emo? A lifetime of sadness.

NIX - - Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's menstrual rage. - The class field trip was completely ruined by whatever straight people do for fun. - It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with unfathomable stupidity. - Old MacDonald had dark and mysterious forces beyond our control. E-I-E-I-O.

HUNTER - - Howdy neighbor! I couldn't help but notice you struggling with getting into a pretty bad car accident. Need a hand? - Why can't I sleep at night? Dead parents. - When I was tripping on acid, BATMAN! turned into therapy. - I'm Tony Robbins, and over the next sixty minutes I'm going to teach you how to harness the power of the Kool-Aid Man!

DOTTIE - - What's there a ton of in heaven? Some god damn peace and quiet. - What's a girl's best friend? Solving problems with violence. - I'm going on a cleanse this week. Nothing but kale juice and silence. - IF you like sipping kombucha like a smug piece of shit, YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK.

ADEN - - Check me out, yo! I call this dance move "establishing dominance." - White people like drinking gasoline to see what it tastes like. - Just saw this upsetting video! Please retweet!! #stopmyinnerdemons - Why do I hurt all over? A mistake.

SYLVIA - - Designers! For this week's challenge, you must make a dress designed for telling Heather she can't pull off that top. - Daddy, why is mommy crying? Toxic masculinity. - And the Academy Award for complaining goes to the careless cunt who left a water ring on my credenza. - Why am I sticky? Soup that is too hot.

LOUIE - - Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children PTSD. - We're here! We're doing crimes! Get used to it! - Today on Maury: "Help! My son is being a motherfucking sorcerer!" - Premiering tonight: NBC's new heartfelt family drama, This Is an old guy who's almost dead.

MARSHALL - - I'm sorry Professor, but I couldn't complete my homework because of some guy. - What never fails to liven up the party? Being on fire. - Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have a date with kayaking with my sluts. - Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors and there is a messy bitch who lives for drama.

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image IDs: Image #1: Tumblr reblog from lil-rubbish reading: As someone who has accidentally hit a pedestrian with my car and killed them (text mostly cutoff but still readable: Literally wtf is wrong will all of you.

Image #2: Tumblr post from sexHaver reading: i love crossing the street in front of cars where i can see the driver is visibly annoyed because like. are you mad at me? am i making you mad? are you upset? are you gonna kill me about it? gonna vehicular manslaughter me? gonna split my head open like a watermelon with that big strong manly truck? are you mad at me?

Reblog from icexprincess reading: I will hit you will my car.

Then I'll stop, get out and offer to take you to the hospital, visibly upset.

It's just an act of course. I'm not actually upset lol.

Then I'll take you home and dispose of your stupid ugly fucking body and no one will ever fucking find you.

Do not fucking test me.

I am not a good person.

(Yes the police will question me when you're reported missing, but they won't have enough evidence to build a case against me, and without a body, it can't be considered murder. You'll always be considered a missing person)

Reblog from sexHaver reading: are you mad at me?

Reblog from sexHaver of Tumblr tags from dylanadreams reading: #this post peeves me #my husband drives a truck and our dialogue is the opposite of this post #we Will manslaughter you bitch #but go ahead and walk in front of the giant truck that can easily kill you and get cocky about it moron #sorry this is not directed at who I'm reblogging this from /end tags

this post is doing numbers in the second-degree murder fandom

Reblog from sexHaver with 4 pictures. Picture a) Tumblr tags from akumanokami reading: #what if i just... floor it? #i always have the thought #will u dive out of the way? #will you scream curses in my carbon monoxide wake? #will you calmly welcome death? #will u tell stories about that time a crazy peroan alsmot killed u with their car? #then i think about all the bother and idk paperwork? thered be if i actually run someone over and meh #but the curiosity never dies #maybe someday. when im old and got not time to lose #im also hyper aware of this whenever im a pedestrian #what if im the one some other driver will run over out of curiosity? #time will tell

Picture b) Tumblr tags from sharraus reading: #I'll hit every single one of you fuckers #you can get a pass if you are old or disabled and Can't cross faster #everyone else is just a dick and no one will ever miss yo #I don't actually care if you're on a crosswalk #even if the light turns red #but if you're jaywalking you'd better fucking hurry motherfucker or I'm taking you down #and honking at you all the fucking way

Picture c) Tumblr reply from Honestly if you take pride in the idea of disrupting traffic, fuck you. People have places to be and all of our lives are shitty too. Fuck you for making life a little harder with pure willful and unapologetic intent. Die.

Picture d) Lyric segment: [Hook] Hoes Mad (x24)

Reblog from lil-rubbish reading: As someone who has accidentally hit a pedestrian with my car and killed them

Literally wtf is wrong with all of you

Reblog from sexHaver: Screengrab of a fish from Spongebob looking behind him

Image #3: Tumblr tag reading: #i like that the guy who killed someone is the most normal person in the thread /End IDs]

[telvannibugmusk]

Chances that you're going to be able to make trans people in inzoi are rather low but I'm excited to have a life sim where you can get hit by a car. Paralives less likely to include vehicular manslaughter but you can make trans people so you win some you lose some

[agentcable]

Chicago Fire Season 2 Ep. 2 "Prove It"

Casey needs to tell the boys that their mother went on a trip after she was jailed for drunk driving. Severide goes after the arsonist after another close call. He notices a pattern to the fires after his first suspect is disproven. The official looking for budget cuts in the fire department gets a mole in Firehouse 51. The mole is a firefighter transferred to 51 after his house was closed. Mouch decides to run for union president because he's afraid of budget cuts and doesn't trust the candidate. Heather's friend dies from the crash injuries. Heather faces vehicular manslaughter and takes a plea bargain before Casey can talk to her again.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Heather Darden's boys, Ben and Griffin, don't want to get ready for school until Dawson shows up. They respond to her right away, and Casey notices.

But then she says she wants to date someone outside of Firehouse 51. Jay, one of Molly's regulars, fits the bill. He's cute, charming, and not a firefighter. She asks him to a Scotch tasting. He agrees.

Renee gets home early and is excited about the baby. Severide asks if she's sure the baby is his. She slaps him and leaves.

Severide goes to his dad, Benny, to ask about the fires from last week. Benny will look into it, but says Severide might be wrong to think it's a criminal with a vendetta. Severide checks a map of the fires and sees that each one is on the dangerous buildings list. Only firefighters have access to this list.

At the station, Herrmann helps Mouch pepare for his first town hall meeting as a Union President candidate. Mouch rehearses with Herrmann's help and feels ready. But when Mouch goes to the town hall, he gets nervous and loses the room.

Antonio Dawson tells that Heather Darden's friend died and that Heather is now facing manslaughter charges. Casey stays optimistic until he hears from Heather. She took a plea deal and will be in jail for 15 months. She wants him to stay in charge of Griffin and Ben. Casey tells the boys the truth about their mother and tells them to stay strong. The whole firehouse is their family.

At home, Severide finds Renee packing. The test proved he was right. The baby isn't his. She'd convinced herself otherwise, eager to start a relationship with Severide. They share a sad moment as she leaves. Severide is close to becoming a father. Shay comforts him at the station and offers her new place. They'll need a roommate, but they'll be fine.

An alarm goes off and everyone runs to the Mill's restaurant, which is on fire. Mills ignores Boden and rushes inside. His mother panics. The squad fears the worst until he returns with two saved items: his father's medal and an apparatus found at the other arsons. Someone's targeting the whole station.

The arsonist isn't the only one. Gail McLeod shows up at the station unannounced. She says 51 let a child take an unauthorized tour. The squad says they gave Ben a ride on the ladder, but how would McLeod know? They all agree there must be a snitch. Mills and Herrmann think it's Clarke.

Severide thinks he and Mills have a common enemy: their old colleague Hadley. He finds the fireman at a bar and asks if he's starting the fires. Hadley encourages him. "You think I'm setting fires?" "Then prove it." Severide clenches his teeth.

That night, Dawson opens Molly's so she and Jay can share a nightcap. While she gets some top-shelf booze, Jay takes her keys and looks at the cash in the register. He gives her the keys and smiles before she gets back, and Dawson doesn't notice. Is Jay really nice?

[evil-wild-lesbian-wizard]

C-section? More like skill issue

Flicks a can, slut

I was doing my job last night, your moms new name is Job

Ok just because I don’t want the wardrobe monsters eating them; doesn’t mean I like them

You know you’re dead when you hear the jazz music slowly approaching

Sings seven nation army jazzily

That’s not jazz!!!! It is now mother fucker

Wiki how is corrupting you

If you didn’t want me to eat your knee you shouldn’t have been such a Whore

Are you consuming the propaganda

Thou shalt not eat propaganda right up there with thou shalt not get impregnated with the baby of

satan in a Walmart bathroom

It’s lovely day out. I’m gonna kill my self

Not all of us are cowards Blair. Drink some milk

Are you high on a lack of brain cells??

I hope your bathbomb is a toaster

I’m gonna baptize people from the inside out

Do it pussy boy

I have no authority to say things but I do have audacity

Drinks water: yep, still soapy

Ur moms a metaphor

I don’t have pockets so have to put it in my mouth

Hey! No conflict without me

It’s not my fault, I just keep saying iconic things

No you can’t eat that! Well fuuuuuuuck you too man

Banished to the cheese dungeon for a thousand years

You were in a music video and you were just losing the argument

I give zero fucks, I will lick your hands. ^they’re probably salty^

I don’t wanna be sniffed!!!

Oofles buddy

Toyota more lil get fucked

Toyota local boob jobs

Toyotathon more like titython

Don’t guilt trip him! No I am.

We don’t eat spicy sky rasins

Hey don’t be sad the my soul cock is bigger than yours

I shit myself on the strip in Las Vegas and all I got was this lousy Tshirt

Have you ever seen a non Arab Muslim? Yes. OH SHIT THEY’RE COLONIZING

I guess if you have dick cheese….

If you take viagra and your dick starts crunching we have problems

Before and after riger mortis I’ll smash

GIVE ME YOUR VAGINA!!

Suck my dick fingers

Thou shalt eat silica beads

I just want them to use a condom

My back is not crackin shlackin

What scares you the most? Women.

What is wrong with you? 👍🏻

I washed my hair this morning. YAY!! In a Starbucks bathroom. NO!!

Do I support gun violence?

I like grapefruit because it reminds me of vagina

Your fangs need some viagra

Your old soft ball teammates dad killed three people on a motorcycle while he was high on crack

I got bit by an old person, I am not friends with old people

Are there bugs in my eye?

Honestly the school needs to serve more cunt

So I saunter up to the dragon all sexy like

He’s got the shotussy

Who here considers me their father?…. That’s concerning

Product of turkey? You’re telling me a turkey made this

If you are curious about how much cannabis you can transport in your car, the answer is not 82 pounds

It’s not violence if it’s vehicular manslaughter

That’s a lie I’m no cashier, burger maker is I

Diversity wins! The gay person can catch

The lama is gay!

You lost hydration privileges

I heard something about the devil, are we talking about the devils lettuce??

Wake up it’s time to overthrow the government

Ugh shoulders? You’re not being a good catholic

If you drink holy water do you sweat catholic?

Jesus will airdrop you a copy of the constitution

Lying: the foundation of every good thing

Sure just beat up the twink..wtf

Just gonna drink my monster and judge you

I’m gonna spend the rest of the day on ao3

You ever just look at a banana and think damn those sexy lady hips

Poland disagrees

Is bread masculine

I love the smell of superiority in the morning

To whom it may concern you suck

WERE UNIONIZING!!

you can’t have a child labor cult without any children.

The trans masculine urge to jump off of a bridge

The only difference between god and my asshole is that people worship my asshole

Get that bread you funky little stripper man!

It’s gonna hurt but we’re gonna be closer because of it! That’s just trauma bonding Jess!!

Breasticles in my testicles

Might I see thine fair breasts on this yonder morn my dear lady

Tits are too funny, breasts are too formals, Tatas just aren’t it, so idk man

Why do you know what pegging is?? INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY DUH!?!??

Boat captain do you have a long or short tow rope? HOW BIG IS YOUR PENIS???

Mother said can’t have glitter so I got GLITTER

Imma call the pope and be all “yo Francy, what’s up come snatch this Whore”

YOU CANT RAMEN IN A STARBUCKS CUP WITH LUKEWARM WATER

Damn green waste material always turning my blood the wrong color

Don’t flirt with your sleep paralysis demon

Serve that crusty cunt

No!! I have to refrigerate my bull semen

WHY EOULD YOU KILL MY CHIKD

Abortion? More like eviction notice

If you remove your scapulas are you free from sin? Yes that’s how you become a true Christian

Man Carry the weight of the world on their shoulder and women carry the weight of their sins

(Whispered) *genital herpes*

Don’t worry it’s not my dildo, it’s the schools!!

I fucked god he’s not impressive

TOUCH THE FETENOYL BUNNY LOGAN!!!!

My goal in life is helatitis b

Diseases? GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!

We’re gonna be so ready to march on the captial with our legion of screaming armed smal children

“Whawhawha” all I hear is fascist dictator!! I NEVER KILLED ANY JEWS!! THATS WHAT HITLER SIAD YOU FLOPPY COCK

Go on, test me, “I know where you sleep”

Booooo

That really resonated with the girlies

No he was not “the one the got away” he was the bastard who stole my catalytic converter and kissed me in a Wendy’s parking lot

Vagina!🥳

I wanna guilt trip old people Into buying me things

I love chickens but I don’t feel bad about eating them

I’m gonna find a fish and it’s gonna end up in your face

After being slapped in the face by so many fish I can’t help but hate them

Are you a pescatarian because you love animals or because you really hate fish ?

No, her soul is an orbee

R:”It’s cuz the salad was underdressed”

M:*staring at salad with extreme disdain* “slut”

“Can I do the dishes? No. YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING”

No solar energy for naughty America it doesn’t fit the Reagan aestethitc

They wish they had my ramen swag

The children want drugs

Feed the children addictions, cuz they were born to crack whores

Being nice gets your ass deported

Nothing but good vibes bitch

Bella I don’t think you have a boyfriend I think you have a toddler

I am your best friend you chicken fried fuck

And what is your costume? Slut

*with sticker of forehead* I’m special, and I’m allergic to these

How can I be a Whore when the only thing I pull is a push door

I’m starting an only fans to find my build a bear addiction

Live laugh love- eau de old people

Ohshitfuckdickwhoreholecocksuckingmotherofdouchesarghhhhsmmmmmmmdickdickdick

Yo can’t just say girl math and justify all your actions yes I can!!!

I would do so much if it weren’t for the Geneva convention

That is truly a pathetic man….. I want him carnally

But have you considered, war crimes?

You get appendicitis, you get appendicitis…. “You’re the Oprah of apecitis”

When I grow up I want to be cremated

*Shaking a can of Pennys* I’m sorry is my richness bothering you??

Wanna file joint taxes? No you’re not my type

What a little boy fail

What do you taste like???? Chicken

I’ll belike l whip that cunt out cowboy style

They blocked you?? Cowards

My favorite breakfast food is the souls of the undead what about you?

Waffles

Do not fuck the refrigerator

Stupid slutty refrigerator

Pumpkin spice in the off season is crack-cocaine for white girls

Where is my little girlfriend? Bitch where is your dad? Where is your father?? You don’t have one. FATHERLESS BEHAVIOR

You’re dulling my sparkle you hoe bag

When life gets hard, you must get harder

Scamming child labor companies, it’s for the children!!

It genuinely brings me joy to know that I’m making people suffer,……… am I a bad person?

For litterally fucking what??

Can we lock the math teacher in the closet

Baby he’s already there

It’s not rigging an election, it’s strategic voter persuasion

Friendship is getting hit by the same car

He was such a great guy, embezzling was a minor character flaw

If you ever get upset with a child just tape them to the wall

That was not so great

This is unlucky

I’m a cheese beggar

I hate everyone equally give me cheese

Is there a hight restriction for being a lesbian ?

Of course not

……. There should be

THATS THE CUNTY ONE, he slays the hardest

I’m fagging it up in my tranny little house

I don’t know how but I can tell he’s gay

It’s the homo in you

You are gay you have built in sparkle

Girl mid

(Alex) Things to do:

(Izzy) Kill myself

(Owens) is there anything concerning on Instagram

(Alex) everything about you is concerning

If they didn’t want me to call them a slut, why are they covered in blood??

*Assorted screaming* yeah that’s about right

Why are you crying?

I saw you

Mothman ate my whole ass in a dennys parking lot. It was a grand slam breakfast

You look like mothman threw up on you, fucking hot topic ass employee looking bitch

(Alex) I don’t think Kennedy’s was born, she crawled up from hell to torment us all

(Kennedy) Oh so that’s where we met all those years ago …. All those years ago

(Alex)Is that why you look so old all the time

None of the above kill them all

(Kennedy) Alex you should kys

(Alex) your fit is giving goodwill, so shut the fuck up

Your spirit animal is a spirit animal is a ninty year old woman

Old women mitosis… they’ll never see it coming

*tries to scream but only air comes out*

Pussy slay cunt boots slay the whole house down boots Houston I’m deceased

We watched a cadaver have breast implants

Did you just womp womp a girl with cancer?

That’s life

He’s such an icon

(Kennedy) fuck you!

(Alex) no thanks

My goal in life is to make everyone uncomfortable

I have done the world a great disservice and I’m very proud of it…. Like those war crimes I committed

Where were you September 9 2001?!???

Um…. In utero?

So you admit it!!!!!!

(Owen) how do you spell keel?

(Alex) K-e-e-l

(Owens) thanks

(Alex) that’s how you get the bitches

I want to donate my kidneys, I don’t want anyone to use them I just don’t want them anymore.

So you want one of our kidneys?

Hold on let me check the list

Me and my friend group would do miracles on tumblr dot com

[edelweiss-coffee]

wouldn’t you guys just absolutely lose your collective shit if gay love was what literally saves the world in st5.

like the entire time all mike and will needed to do was be in love loudly and openly to destroy vecna.

hear me out: vecna is a supernatural monster that feeds on guilt and self hatred.

max’s guilt and self hatred come from watching her brother die.

fred’s guilt and self hatred come from accidental vehicular manslaughter.

chrissy’s guilt and self hatred come from her body image issues.

patrick’s guilt and self hatred seems to come from disappointing his parents or witnessing domestic abuse.

we know that will harbors some guilt for being in love with his best friend. we can hypothesize that there are sprinkles of self hatred in there, too (even if the 8flix script was fake).

now, mike. mike definitely harbors guilt for the feelings he has for will, especially while he’s tried time and again to appear straight (“normal as possible”) and stay in a relationship with a girl. the self hatred is like, abundantly clear with mike. he talks about himself like he’s the worst of everyone he knows.

so what if all they needed to do was throw away the guilt? and the self hatred? what if the whole message was to live and love out loud?

“it’s a sci-fi show, scout! nobody is watching it for the ending arc to be about gay love.”

….. stranger things have happened.

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Stranger Things incorrect quote generator (feat. Sapphic Senate, Scoops Troops and a Surprise)

Pt 16

Sapphic Senate

Vickie: Where is Robin?

Nancy: I'll do you one better, who is Robin??

Chrissy: Here's a better question, why is Robin?

(I mean that's like S3 if Vickie already exited there and they (Vickie and Robin) knew each other)

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Chrissy: Hey Nancy, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.

Nancy, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?

Chrissy: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Nancy!

Bonus:

(Form the generator) *minutes later*

Chrissy: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

(Chrissy is like. No guns, but yes to hitting people with the car 💪)

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Robin: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Robin: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

Bonus:

Nancy: ...

Nancy: I want that one

(Same 😪)

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Robin: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

(We've found the most canon version of this 💪 I love her so much)

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Chrissy: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Robin. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Robin!

Nancy: Nope.

Chrissy: In that case, as the archbishop of Nancy's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Robin right on the lips!!!

(I feel like Chrissy was Robin's first girlfriend and that's why Nancy asked her)

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Robin: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Nancy: Yes?

Robin: We’re in too deep.

(They met some people in a gay bar and Robin said that she's like an expert at this, and know they somehow ended up here.. Idk)

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Nancy: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

(She absolutely would, have you seen her with Max's dog 🥺 also are they okay? The dog? Are they alive and safe? 😟😔)

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Nancy: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Robin, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Chrissy: Wow, Nancy was late too! What a coincidence!

(The radio was on and George Michael gave them a short visit)

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Chrissy: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

(She (well all of them) steals Robin's hoodies and then slaps her with them, until Buff Robin picks her up and throws her over the shoulder and she just keeps slapping her back telling Robin to out her down while giggling. Nancy was totally not jealous [probably was before Ronance started dating])

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Vickie: Robin! What did I tell you about lying?

Robin, looking down: ...That it only works on Chrissy.

(Either Chrissy can smell a lie miles away or she doesn't suspect a thing)

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Vickie: Robin, no.

Robin: Robin, yes.

Bonus:

--

Nancy: Robin, no.

Robin: Robin, no.

--

Chrissy: Robin, yes. >:3

Robin: Robin, yes. >:3

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Robin: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Chrissy: I was in the will?

(you'd probably get some of her clothes)

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Chrissy: Don’t preach to me about romance, Vickie. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

(I was so shocketh when that showed up, like damn....do I wanna know with who?)

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Vickie: Didn't you die?!

Chrissy: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

(Vickie saw that news that Chrissy died (Vecna'd) but then Chrissy shows up when Vickie wants to get a roommate and boom)

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Chrissy: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

Nancy: What the fuck?

Vickie: They’re having an idea.

(Is is really a good idea for her to have an idea?)

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Chrissy: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

(Robin was so heartbroken that she didn't come up with that joke, but she still high fived Chrissy)

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Robin: Don't go to the kitchen.

Chrissy: Why?

Robin: I saw a spider.

Chrissy: Well, did you kill it?

Robin: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...

(I completely agree with you Robin 😖)

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Robin: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

(I want brownies 😪)

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Robin: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?

Nancy: Are you calling me short?

Robin: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

(I love her heights)

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Robin, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!

Vickie, standing in front of Robin: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*

Robin, crying: Please...stop...

(I don't know what you did Robin, but Vickie is trying to make you regret it)

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Robin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

(Nancy: Yes)

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[Scoops Troops]

Erica: God, I love Robin.

Dustin: Yeah, you fucking better.

(Everyone should love Robin)

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Erica: You’re mean!

Steve: You’re meaner!

Erica: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too!

Steve: You’re uglier!

Erica: You’re a dumbass!

Steve: You’re a dumberass!

Erica: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!

(Ah yes, a normal day with Erica and Steve)

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Dustin: You're pathetic!

Steve: You're pathetic-er!

Erica: You're both losers.

(Well Erica would say that but it's not true, Dustin is no loser)

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Robin: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Dustin: How so?

Robin: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

(*nods head in agreement*)

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Robin: My father's name was just mine as well, so I'm technically Robin Jr.

Steve: But who comes up when you look up Robin on Google?

Dustin: That's what I thought!

Steve: One Robin to rule them all!

(Robin was named after her father in my AU now, so her father's name is Robin)

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Steve: We should normalize not loving family members.

Robin: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck mother” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

(We hate Robin's mother (from my AU) in this house)

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Steve: *Locks Robin in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Robin: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

(Steve would do that and Robin would say that)

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Robin: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Erica: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Robin.

Robin:

Erica: ...The nightmares.

Robin: *wrapping their arms around Erica* Awwww, sweetie-

(🥺 that's exactly what happened in my AU)

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Dustin: You're smiling. What happened?

Erica: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Robin: Steve tripped and fell down the stairs today.

(Robin is trying to not laugh tho)

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Dustin: Erica...

Erica: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

(She probably was mean to Steve. Understandable tho)

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Dustin: Life is like Erica. It's short.

Bonus: (from the generator)

Erica: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

(How dare you, Dustin 😑, also I'm like one inch shorter then her 😪😂)

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Steve: The Ocean is a soup.

Dustin:

Dustin: Do elaborate.

Steve: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Dustin: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Steve: *Tilts head*

Dustin: The Ocean is a Soup.

Steve: The Ocean is a Soup.

(Just do a smartass and a dumbass having a conversation)

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Steve: Met a dumbass today. Awful.

Robin: You looked in a mirror?

Steve: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

(She shall never, she is blessed and God loves her, as does Satan, she's loved by everyone... Besides her own mother...and stupid asshole like Jason, but they are not important)

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Steve: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Robin: Making four accounts.

Steve, tearing up: Really...?

(Platonic with a capital P Soulmates 😭❤️✨ God i love that quote)

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Robin: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

(Santana, my love (well it was bitch and not badass, but still) 😔❤️ I would love for her and Robin to meet)

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Steve: I give up. I am so tired.

Robin: Get the emergency supply!

Erica: *carries Dustin and places them in front of Steve*

Dustin: *smiles*

Steve: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

(I love Dustin's smile 😭🥺 He's so adorable ❤️✨ it could safe me too 😪)

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Robin: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Erica: What changed your mind?

Robin: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

(just bitches hanging out 💪)

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Erica: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Robin: Thank you for your sacrifice, Steve.

(Yes, thank you 💪😔)

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Erica: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.

Robin: Well then whose is it?

Erica, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

(One of Ronance's children didn't clean up after themselves. Smh 😪)

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Erica, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Steve, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

(She's been hanging out with Max too much)

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Steve: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Robin: You left me, Erica, and Dustin in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Steve: I did that on purpose, try again.

(Why were you there at 2 am tho? Is Walmart open at 2 am? I'm not American so idk)

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Erica: Steve won’t wake up, what do I do?

Robin: Did you try kicking them?

Erica: Yes.

Robin: I’m out of ideas.

(Cold water ✨)

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Steve: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Dustin!

Robin: So Dustin knows about this?

Steve, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

(He's moping about Dustin hanging out with Eddie but he doesn't want to talk to Robin about it)

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Steve: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution.

Robin: You could lose a few.

Dustin: You could be less lazy.

Erica: Don’t be such a bitch.

Steve: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

(oop)

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Robin: Erica and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Erica: We what?

(Robin, no.)

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Steve: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Erica: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

(Robin tells her to stop being mean to Steve, but high fives her in secret lol)

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Dustin: *sighs* I have no friends...

Steve:

Steve: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

(S3... But well Dustin actually knew he had a friend because he went to Steve himself.. But still lol)

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[Surprise]

Eleanor: What? I'm not aggressive!

Robin: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Eleanor: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

(I love do revenge so much 😭✨)

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Eleanor: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

(literally canon)

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Eleanor: Nancy, gather the others. We need to have another Robin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

(I need a fanfiction where they are twins 😳😭)

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Eleanor: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Nancy: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

(Nancy would for some reason dislike Eleanor at first..idk why.. Or maybe she doesn't.. Idk tho, just had a feeling)

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[The Maya-verse]

Robin: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Maya: Yeah-

Eleanor: *kicks in the door*

(I knows she's in more stuff but I've only seen two things from where she's in)

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MEleanor: Robin, what do you have?

Robin: A KNIFE!

Eleanor: Okay, have fu-

Maya: NO!

(Love that "Okay, have fun")

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Eleanor: How would you like your coffee?

Robin: As dark as my soul.

Eleanor: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

(Just milk lol. It's true tho.)

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Eleanor: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

(please do 🙏)

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Maya: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Eleanor: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Maya:

Eleanor: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

(Hcjsgelfnsnd Aah, I just had to keysmash 😪 this is so true)

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Eleanor: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

(AAAAH 😭 I LOVE HER 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CANON 😭😭😭)

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Eleanor: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Eleanor: I will not yield.

(❤️)

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Maya, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Eleanor: Maya, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Robin, would you get Maya some water?

Robin: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

(who made Maya upset 😑 also, Robin rambling ✨)

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Maya: *looks at Robin*

Maya: Baby boy. Baby.

Maya: *looks at Eleanor*

Maya: Evil (affectionate).

(Yes)

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Robin: Oooh, a train!

Eleanor: We’re in a train station, Robin.

(I love them so much)

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Eleanor: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

("it was just a love tap" 🙏❤️)

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Maya: I have a bad feeling about this...

Eleanor: What do you mean?

Maya: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Eleanor: No?

Robin: That actually explains so much.

(I overthink a lot, so I definitely have that voice)

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[Actors]

Natalia and Talia : *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other*

Camila:

Maya, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

(I am loving the Natalia VS Talia memes ❤️😭)

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Maya: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.

Camila: Uh, Talia and Natalia are not getting along.

Maya: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Camila: You may have a point.

(I need a Ronance kiss 😪 it can be like in a dream someone has, so the actors actually kiss but it's not really canon in the show)

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Camila drunkenly wanders around the house and Natalia is drunkenly giggling*

Maya, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Talia .

Talia , going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

(They drank because they didn't get to kiss Maya 😪 I feel them)

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Camila, teaching Natalia to drive: Okay, you're driving and Maya and Talia walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Natalia: Oh, definitely Talia . I could never hurt Maya.

Camila, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

(Do revenge 2: Natalia Dyer's character gives Talia Ryder's characters a little love tap with her car)

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Natalia: I'm bored.

Camila: Wanna commit first degree murder?

Natalia: Sure!

Maya, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Talia down!!

(They are really jealous of Talia....understandable 😪)

Maya: Weight loss? Drink water.

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Camila: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems.

Talia : Clear skin? Drink water.

Natalia: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

(Natalia, no. Don't do it.)

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Camila: You're smiling. What happened?

Natalia: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Maya: Talia tripped and fell down the stairs today.

(Natalia at the set of Do revenge lol)

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Camila : What’s up with Natalia? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Talia: They're just a little overwhelmed.

Camila : Why?

Talia: Maya smiled at them.

Camila:

Camila: Totally understandable

Talia: Absolutely

(I'd just pass away)

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Talia : What’s it like being tall?

Natalia: Is it nice?

Camila: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Maya: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

(Tall women >> men)

(Short women >> men )

(Any height women >> men)

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Do Revenge was so amazing. All I'm gonna say to that because I'm exhausted and don't want to write anything anymore rn 😪

Hope you liked it.

Lots of Love ✨🤲🥺✨

[drabbles-mc]

Inspired by the ask about SOA!Sitcom, 📂for the boys tackling a Costco run?

Oh it's pure, utter chaos for sure. And I would love witnessing every second of it.

The entire crew of them walking towards the building together always makes for an intimidating image. But the fear only lasts for a few seconds because as soon as they're close enough for people to hear what they're saying, they can hear the childish bickering and joking and suddenly they aren't so scary anymore. They're just ridiculous.

Bobby made a list. He made a list of everything that the guys needed. He made smaller lists for the guys so that they could divide and conquer, but he had the Master List that had everything on it because he knew he couldn't trust all of them to actually find and get everything that they needed. He knew that they would be too busy getting shit that they don't need at all.

He'd given up a long time ago no trying to pair the guys up based on having one person who could keep the other in line. It was futile. So he just lets it ride and hopes for the best.

Tig and Juice always end up together and no one knows why because all they do is argue. Juice only wants to get the things that are on the list, but Tig wants to get everything but what's on the list. If they argue long enough Tig will hop into the shopping cart in protest until Juice caves and let's him get whatever ridiculous thing he had been asking for. (Let the record show that Juice only ever wants one thing that's not on the list, and it's the giant costco teddy bear. He lowkey hopes that if he mentions it enough, someone will get it for him for Christmas). I know in my heart of hearts Juice brings coupons. Him and Happy make a whole thing of it.

Speaking of Happy, he and Kozik are a fucking dream team when it comes to shopping. They stick to the list for the most part, they find the sales because Happy refuses to pay more money than necessary. Happy is in charge of pushing the cart because Kozik is a bull in a china shop and also gets distracted almost as easily as Juice does.

Jax and Opie lose their copies of the grocery list about .5 seconds after entering the store. They try to remember some of the things that were on it but in reality they definitely just end up grabbing a bunch of random shit. No one in the entire world needs as many bags of chips as they grabbed, but they refuse to put any of them back.

Bobby and Chibs always stick together. Mostly because they know that they can effectively divide and conquer to get what they need. But it's also because they keep each other in check to make sure that the other doesn't end up trying to commit vehicular manslaughter with a shopping cart.

Send me a “📂” and I’ll give you a random/useless headcanon that I have!

[demadogs]

Favorite shows/movies that aren't ST?

oooo i have a lot.

shows:

dark - its german its time travel its on netflix its AMAZING. ive said for a while that this was my all time favorite show. it might be tied with stranger things.

cable girls - my favorite spanish show (there are a lot of good spanish shows) this ones about 1920s/30s spain of some girls who work at a telephone company. i love this show so much.

defending jacob - this is on apple tv its the mini series adaptation of the book and its my favorite murder story EVER!!!!! its about a 14 year old kid whos on trial for the murder of his classmate. it is insane from start to finish i love this show so much.

the wilds - staged plane crash and a bunch of girls are stranded on an island. im so pissed they canceled this.

i am not okay with this - again, an absolute crime that this was canceled. lesbian with super powers. classic.

paper girls - ANOTHER FUCKING CANCELED SHOW but still recommend. time travel again.

the end of the fucking world - i love this show because it ended when it should have. so many murder shows just drag on but this one was cool with ending just after two seasons and that was the right thing to do.

movies:

donnie darko - more time travel. i fucking love time travel can you tell?? this is one of my all time favorite movies.

another earth - this is an incredibly underrated low budget film from 2011. its about a girl who committed vehicular manslaughter and tries to apologize to the dad of the family she killed, but she loses her nerve and ends up being his house cleaner, all the while there is another earth being discovered with parallel versions of everyone and theres a contest for who gets to be flown up there. i love this movie so fucking much. i think this actually is my favorite movie of all time. have any of you guys seen this? ive never met anyone who has.

dead poets society - classic. todd and neil are gay.

thoroughbreds - this is about two girls who plan to kill one of the girls stepfather. i love this movie so much. also its exactly an hour and a half so thats satisfying.

portrait of a lady on fire - beautiful french wlw period piece. theres literally no male characters in this whole movie. i think theres one and his only line is bonjour. automatic 10/10.

IT (both movies) - theres not a lot of horror movies with characters that i love this much. its the same reason i love stranger things. i love how its comedic but also spooky. and i think the second one is incredibly well casted like its actually insane especially eddie. they look freakishly alike.

[utapri-hcs]

The lads as dumb shit my friends have said pt 3

So basically, I kinda got lazy and decided to just mass post all of them bcs my list is getting rlly long and it would taken a rlly long time to post all of these quotes one by one. Here is pt 3 of a series nobody asked for!

Ren:I want a rule for ASS but unfortunately there isn’t 

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Camus: Building children has ethical issues

Reiji: I mean I would sure HOPE so

Ai: Huh- 

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Otoya: Are you okay Rei chan? You look sad

Reiji: Yeah I’m okay! Y’know I’m pretty happy!

Otoya: Are you?

Reiji: …okay actually…I’m.. I’m just sad

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Starish: Happy birthday to you!!

Tokiya: I swear, if I walk into a room and you sing this song when it’s not even my birthday for the next god damn time. I’m going to lose it

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Reiji: *drops the pickle jar* Oh….you didn’t see that did you?

Ranmaru: I did

Reiji: That’s kinda of embarrassing…

Ranmaru: Yeah it is

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Camus: I believe there is something wrong with our group

Ranmaru: Yeah it’s you

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Reiji: I’m smiling but on the inside the more I think, the more I want to die

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Ranmaru: HEY CAMUS YOU BITCH

Librarian: *shushing him*

Ranmaru: Hey Camus, you bitch

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Camus: You really think you can get out of this?

Reiji: …I made cinnamon rolls yesterday (*⁰▿⁰*)

Camus: AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO GIVE ME ANY?

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Reiji: What is this image?

Camus: A smug look

Ranmaru: Oh it’s your face

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Ranmaru: You ask Reiji, “Why do you always cry?”, and he’ll fucking cry

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Otoya: They ask what type of people I’m friends with!

Syo: *looks intensely at Ren* Oh boy, do I wonder

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Reiji: Wait wait, I need to count my money real quick 

Ranmaru: You can count?

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Yamato: You have an anniversary every year?

Nagi: …that’s when anniversaries happen

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Reiji: If I wanna be hit by a car, I wanna hit by a car stylishly

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Reiji: Milk tea?! Ranran, we are getting some!

Ranmaru: Sure I’ll go with you, I guess 

Reiji: No! I’ll bring it to you so I look like a good best friend

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Otoya: Rei chan says that Myu is nice!

Ranmaru: Not looking

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Otoya: Syo??? What happened?? You’re all bruised!

Syo: Look man don’t judge victory

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Yamato: I can’t read this…

Nagi: Then don’t

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Reiji: Mouuu! I barely see Myu anymore!

Camus: It should stay like that

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Reiji: I threw Doritos at crows to befriend them….then they flew away

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Reiji: Does it count as vehicular manslaughter if you die?

Ranmaru: …to what?…Reiji what are you implying

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Reiji: Yknow I only hate myself the normal amount. What did I do to deserve this? *is tied up*

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Nagi: Have you ever wondered why you are so mean?

Camus: What do you mean

Nagi: Fullstop.

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Reiji: Sometimes you just gotta…take a deep breath and give up

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Ryuya: What do you want to do when you grow up?

Ren: Be a thot

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Ringo: Okay! Here is your test and I shall….pray you’ll actually get decent scores…

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Ryuya: So what do you think is the issue of the question? Actually, you guys have quite a few issues….

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Reiji: You dropped this King 👑 

Camus: Thanks peasant, here are your rations for the week 🥜

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Ren: Tell me you are poor without telling me you are poor

Reiji: …I don’t own word 360…

Ren: Bukki…do..do you want me to buy it for you??? 

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Ren: *gets a quiz answer correct* Ayo, too good

Syo: *sarcasm* Yeah I’m sure you are

Ren: *immediately gets the next one wrong*

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Otoya: Yay!!! I’m not dumb!!! Oh wait I forgot to put down my name…

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Ren: So, I’m going to ignore your advice and go for it anyway

Ai: You’ll regret it

Ren: I already do

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Syo, teaching Masato how to use google docs: Everyday, technology surprises you more and more

Masato: Really?

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Ren: Give me a sad Bruno Mars songs

Van: Heartbreak anniversary?

Ren: Bitch that isn’t Bruno

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Ren: You see how I can’t scan myself? It’s because I’m priceless ✨

Masato: Or you’re worth nothing 

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Ren: I will tell you that Aimi will kill you for that

Syo: Don’t tell- Ah fuck I forgot he was in the call with us…ehehehehe heeeeeeeey Ai….

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Ren: I played Shining live; worst decision of my life.

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Ranmaru: We are going to fucking be having this conversation in two weeks

Cecil: *crying*

Ranmaru: YOU BETTER DO IT

Syo: Uh…what is happening?

Reiji: Ranran is trying to talk to Cesshi about the future…

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Ranmaru: These fists are fucking rated e for everyone. Except for Otoya, he is great

Reiji: What about me Ranran?

Ranmaru: It’s fucking rated e for especially you

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Tokiya: Kotobuki-senpai…why are you on the floor?

Reiji: ….I laughed too hard when Renren gave a deez nuts joke to Ranran and hit my leg…

Tokiya: How old even are you??

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Otoya: Masato, why aren’t you and Ren friends anymore?

Masato: He scammed me out of 1 dollar, I think that’s when our friendship ended

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Syo: LOOK I WAS 8 YEARS OLD AND MAD

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Reiji: I’m back!!!

Rest of QN: Oh god

Reiji: Ehhh?! What would you do without me!!

Ranmaru: Live a normal life

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Aine: What if I just wanna be happy?

Shining: Happiness is not allowed

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Reiji: See~ I’m not like the other girls. All of quartet night hate me. Including myself

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Ranmaru: I would rather drop my firstborn child then drop my food

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Yamato: I thought you said that you would name your girl Bru???

Tokiya: What?? Why? What if I had a boy?

Cecil: Name it Gru!!

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Ranmaru: Whatever is happening over there, I don’t want any fucking part in it

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Ai: Do you even know who you are?

Ranmaru: Not a fucking psychiatrist, that’s what

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Van: Yeah the keychain was like four dollars or something 

Reiji: I remember when I scanned Aine’s hand and it said he was worth four dollars

Otoya: …Are you okay Rei chan?

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Ranmaru: You seriously have fucking problems 

Reiji: Ah! Thank you for noticing!!

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Cecil: I wonder how Shion is able to sleep this much

Eiichi: Hibernation is what we assume 

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Nagi: I can’t even hear anything!!

Syo: It’s retribution for being an iPad kid

Nagi: Sleep with one eye open

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Ranmaru: Camus, if you were on life support, I would pull the plug

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Shion: *yawn* I’m going to get breakfast

Nagi: Breakfast??? It’s three in the afternoon??

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Ranmaru: The extent that you like sweets is less of a guilty pleasure and more of a fucking criminal pleasure

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Ai: Reiji, I feel as though your life is a car crash that somehow was able to parallel park 

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*talking about games*

Ren: And like they have a religion about a dead dragon, like it’s dead?? What is it even going to do

Ai: You do realise that Jesus is dead and that you are Christian, right?

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Natsuki: Ringo-sensei! I think Masato-kun is killing Ren-kun!

Ringo: I- Repeat that

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Otoya: Oh! Can you get me a water bottle from the fridge, Ranmaru senpai?

Ranmaru: Sure, I’m going there ,anyways. 

Reiji: Can you get me one too, Ranran?

Ranmaru: Go fucking get one yourself, you idiot 

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Natsuki: Ne ne! Cecil!! True or false-

Cecil: Yes!

Ranmaru: The FUCK does that even mean

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Ai: Did something happen? You seem more energetic nowadays

Reiji: Thanks, it’s the anxiety

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Reiji: We can always count on the count to count but he better make this one count otherwise it won’t count to the counter counting the counters that the count counts!

Camus: I hope you realise how much I absolutely despise you

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Reiji: It’s illegal to own people, Myu

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Nagi: C’mon Eiichi! Just let me do it! I’ve been waiting my entire life for this

Syo: How old even are you?

Nagi: 13!

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Van, recording a tik tok: Cmon Kira chan! Sing along, Mr sandman, man me a sand- *walks into a wall*

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Syo: How is it that you are able to eat a pudding everyday single day

Nagi: Sometimes it’s two!

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Reiji: I’m really feeling targeted…

Ranmaru: It’s because you are

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Reiji: Oh Ryuya senpai! I’m with Kei…and Aine’s dead body

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Ranmaru: Your music tastes sound like a fucking Russian Uber driver that doesn’t even own Spotify premium 

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Reiji: When I start thinking really hard, I start to scream

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Tokiya: Aijima-san..what is that on the floor?

Cecil: A pentagram! 

Tokiya: Why?

Cecil: The muses told me to make one!

Tokiya: I hope you do realise that is the Star of David 

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Van: tO tHE lEFt, tO thE leFt

Nagi: If Van keeps singing, I’ll be forced to take further action against him

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Nagi: I’ll give you a reason to see a doctor alright *reloads nerf gun*

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Nagi: Yamato forced me to work out with him so immediately after we finished I passed out and angrily ate gummy bears

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Ranmaru: I would fucking rather my local restaurant chef to be more passionate then my dentist

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Cecil: The muses say it’s not time to release the wasps

Syo: WHEN IS THE TIME TO RELEASE THE WASPS????

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Ranmaru: If you ask me what should you order from a restaurant, don’t. That’s a fight between you and god.

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Reiji: I can always tell what Myu is thinking! If he is holding a gun, he is probably angry

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Reiji: You’re gonna hate me for this but-

Ranmaru: I already hate you

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Ryuya: So..Do you prefer online learning or face to face?

Ren: Both are the same to me, I don’t listen either way 

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Ren: I would allow my kids to be anything unless it’s becoming a league of legends player

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Syo: I- Cecil we said squats not magic 

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Reiji: I really don’t know what’s your problem with Renren

Ranmaru: Ren will literally do anything to spite me. I dislike a romance movie? He decides to be an ass and play another one

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Tokiya: Very well then, lets do a poll

Natsuki: Okay!

Tokiya: Shinomiya-san, voting for everything will not help

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Reiji: Awww, Ranran is such a tsundere

Ranmaru: I’m not a tsundere, I actually hate you

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Nagi: Can I say? Just saw god, a little disappointed if I’m being honest

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Reiji: Y’know we’re stressed, depressed and overdressed

Masato: …Kotobuki-san

Reiji: But at least it looks like we got it together 

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Nagi: You want a hug in this economy??? That’s like 3 million dollars, pay up

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Ranmaru: So…uh…you want a beer?

Reiji: RANRAN HE IS 6!!

Ranmaru: I don’t know??? What the fuck else am I suppose to talk about

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Cecil: Obama once said “Hakuna Matata”

Ranmaru: That was definitely not Obama

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Reiji: Look at us! We started at the bottom now we’re-

Ranmaru: Still there

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Ringo: Anyone want to guess who this is

Natsuki: Leonardo devinci!!!!

Ringo: …this is Leonardo Dicaprio 

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Otoya: Awww Masato is going to be alone. Both me and Natsuki have to go somewhere and Cecil is sick…

Natsuki: At least you’ll have Ren-kun to sit next to!

Masato: Yeah no, absolutely not

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Interviewer: What is one thing you think is a good trait within your group mates

Ai: Well, Camus is a mysterious person, he’ll know your deepest secrets. Ranmaru is street smart, he knows his way around. Reiji has a Netflix account. 

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Ranmaru: If we are having an argument, we will continue having the argument until I win or one of us dies

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Ryuya: Could you guys not play uno in my class?

Aine: Oh is it my turn? 

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Tokiya, standing in a room with party poppers and balloons: Guys, my birthday isn’t today. It’s in two days 

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Ren: As commemoration for our ten year friendship, I’ll give you $10. A dollar for each year

Masato: I would like to refund you 

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Syo: Reiji senpai, what is something you regret?

Reiji: Uhhh…probably gaining a conscious 

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Syo: Sir thinks that’s you called him stinky because you gifted him shampoo and last year Ren gave him a toothbrush

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Ringo: I’m sick of you guys not doing any work, this lesson we are actually gonna settle down and do the work. 

Also Ringo: *hands out a word search*

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Nagi: Remember when van’s hair was bad? Oh wait you don’t need to even remember it

Van: :(

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Ren: We are all sans undertale on the inside

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Van: Yeah I cheat at games? What are you going to do? Call me a bitch? Wait don’t do that, I’ll cry

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Ringo: So, we aren’t going to be having class next Monday

Otoya: Oh…so are we having class on Monday?

Ringo: Otoya think about what I said for about two minutes and you’ll probably figure it out

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Nagi: I’ve learned that I’m more concerned about you more than ever. You done a lot of things, you’ve talked about your toes, you showed your toes, you asked people to touch your toes. YOU’RE WEIRD VAN

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Syo: *tries to throw the water bottle in the bin and fails, landing it on Otoya’s lap*

Otoya,soaked: I’m not hydrophobic????

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Ren: Yeah we spent like two periods talking about Universities and stuff

Syo: No?? You guys were literally talking about Batman, I heard you guys

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Ren: Yeah they let Ochibi-chan in the canteen cause he looks like a Year 7. They told me to fuck off though

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Ren: Ahh Bukki, what’s your favourite anime?

Reiji: Ummmmm Scooby doo?

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Syo: Do you think you’re ready for the test?

Otoya: Yeah! I forgot my calculator….

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Syo: I think I got 25 questions wrong….

Tokiya: There were only 25 questions 

Syo: Exactly 

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Tokiya: What did you even lose?

Reiji: My dignity 

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Yamato: Just because you’re correct doesn’t mean it’s right

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Ren: Looks like someone didn’t looks at the rules before we started playing UNO

Yamato: I didn’t know there WERE RULES???

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Ren, holding an anime boy body pillow: I DIDN’T STEAL HIM! HE IS MINE! I BROUGHT HIM LEGALLY 

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Eiichi: I love everyone in HEAVENS equally, especially Eiji

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Otoya: How was your school holidays Ren?

Ren: Everyday I’m reminded that it’s a day closer to having to see Ryuya again 

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Yamato: If you use all your money then you won’t have to worry about how to spend it!

Nagi: I hope you never become a financial advisor 

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Syo: Ai left me on read..

Ren: Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, ghosted 

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Eiichi: They said switching to orange juice from coffee would be good for me and makes me feel happier, but i think thats just the whiskey

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Ranmaru: If it makes you happy, then so be it

Nagi: Awwww Ranmaru showing compassion…about time 

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I feel like a redemption arc for Chloé wouldn't have worked since she (1) never expressed any remorse for bullying and harassing people and abusing her father's political power as mayor to do so and have her way. In "Malediktator", Chloé says she feels useless and is upset that everyone hates her... but her feeling useless was NEVER something that was part of the show before and she never acknowledges that everyone hates her because she's been bullying them for years. Like, that's THE reason why no one likes her, but it was never brought up, and (2) she never faces consequences for her actions. Sometimes things don't go her way, but that's not the same thing as facing direct punishment for bullying and harassment and abuse of political power and also for deliberately sabotaging a subway and risking lives to stage a rescue, especially since she continued to be snotty and didn't even care when Ladybug told her why she couldn't have the Bee anymore and still acted entitled to it, even when Hawk Moth had Mayura stake out by her home. If those two things had happened, a redemption for Chloé would have actually been satisfying.

You make a fair point there. While I still wanted a redemption arc for Chloe, it doesn’t mean I thought her betrayal was completely unexpected.

Yeah, she was making small progress in some regards, but like you said, never felt remorseful or got punished for the things she did. Sure, she got some slight comeuppance in some Season 1 episodes and did apologize for some things, but some of the bigger acts of sabotage she took part in during her “arc” starting from Season 2 never really got the backlash they deserved.

When Chloe caused a fake fire alarm to go off in “Despair Bear”, Adrien did threaten to end their friendship by simply telling her to be nice and never helping her, but as soon as he let her off the hook by the end of the episode, she went back to being mean and Adrien simply laughed it off, showing he really didn’t care about their “friendship” that much.

When Chloe sabotaged Marinette’s gift to Ms. Bustier in “Zombizou”, Ms. Bustier decided to treat it like it was a gift to from the two of them while never punishing Chloe for ruining the gift in the first place and literally expecting Marinette to set a good example for Chloe instead. Fun fact: I’m currently studying to be a teacher, and I was told to never show favoritism toward my students or place any of them on a pedestal in an entry-level course.

When Chloe essentially tried to Syndrome a train in “Queen Wasp”, Ladybug got more blame for losing the Bee Miraculous in the first place (it was knocked out of her hands and she didn’t have time to look for it), and compared the potential vehicular manslaughter to Ladybug’s mistake before portraying Chloe making up with her emotionally abusive mother as a good thing. And I’m sure that won’t give viewers the wrong idea at all.

When Chloe had to be told Queen Bee was being benched in “Miraculer”, it wasn’t because of how awful she is in her civilian life, but rather, because her identity is public knowledge. Yeah, that’s still a good reason as “Heroes Day” and the very same episode prove with Hawkmoth targeting her loved ones, but the episode frames it like that’s the only reason. And of course, because nobody ever decided to simply tell Chloe it would be highly unlikely she would be Queen Bee again, she continued to delude herself by demanding to get the Bee Miraculous back to the point where it was a running gag until the Season 3 finale was like “actually, you were supposed to take these scenes seriously and you’re a terrible person for thinking otherwise”. 

“Queen Wasp” in particular was a deal-breaker for some fans who wanted a Chloe redemption arc, but a lot of other fans, myself included, were hoping that they would all lead to a big payoff where she realized the error of her ways, and vowed to change. Instead, we got smeckledorfed by the writers and insulted by Astruc for daring to have hope she would change for almost a year and a half. The fact that sabotaging a movie production in “Queen Banana” was the cardinal sin that convinced Chloe’s father and Adrien to put their feet down and not any of the earlier examples shows how confusing the writing is when it comes to portraying reactions to Chloe’s actions.

The problem with all of these episodes was that nobody ever sat down and simply confronted Chloe with the fact that as much as she thinks she’s an amazing person, she takes pleasure in hurting others by abusing her power. All they do is either tell her to be nicer and say she can be nicer without doing much. The most we got was the butler in “Despair Bear” who came across more like she was mocking Chloe instead of actually helping her to improve.

Yes, a positive influence can help a character turn over a new leaf, but they need to work with said character and help them grow and not just tell them to do better. Enabling them will only make things worse. I know everyone on the planet loves this character and the role he played in the story, but Iroh was pivotal to Zuko’s character development not just because he helped to encourage him to break away from his father’s influence, but because he wasn’t afraid to call Zuko out on some of his actions, especially at the end of Book 2. He was a mentor who understood how troubled Zuko was, and wanted to do everything he can to help his nephew, despite the trouble he would go through in his journey to self-improvement. Even when separated in Book 3, you can still see Iroh’s imparted wisdom in Zuko with how he interacts with the other characters after he joins the team, with Zuko himself regretting how he sold Iroh out to the Fire Nation.

I’m not trying to say that Chloe herself isn’t to blame for how things turned out either. Her actions at the end of Season 3 felt appropriate, as frustrating as they were in the long run, because her ego went unchecked. I’m not just frustrated that so much time was wasted, but because the biggest reason Chloe turned out this way was a failure to communicate with her and anyone who actually bothered to help her. 

Of course, Astruc made it clear that any attempts to actually bother helping Chloe were pointless a year ago and keeps doing so to this day.