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★As much as I appreciate it but you're like,,, 2 months off ehe :')

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5 Long Years 💔 | Everett Ross Imagine

Takes place during Avengers: Endgame

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x female avenger!reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: angst, profanity, fluff at the end, mentions of death & violence | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 3k

Premise: Five years has gone by since Thanos erased half the universe. Among the fallen was CIA agent Everett Ross, friend & ally of King T’Challa as well as longtime partner of Avenger Y/n L/n. Having met after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra, Everett and Y/n’s relationship was bound to have conflicts of interest yet they somehow managed to keep it going for nearly four years. Then the call to action against Thanos caused what little of the strands holding them together to shred. And when five years of grief and torture over regret pass, Y/n takes the opportunity to get her love back—even if it means she may never see him again.

Note: I freaking love Martin Freeman & I’m so excited to see him again in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and Secret Invasion. There’s not many works for Everett Ross, so expect to see him a lot on my list of works.

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“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n.” The one sentence shatters the very last piece of hope Y/n had. Though Everett looked just as tortured as her, it didn’t bring an ounce of solace.

“You’re giving up?” She spits at him, anger flaring up inside her. “Just like that? After everything we’ve been through the past three years you’re going to throw it away like trash—!”

“What more do you want me to say?” He shouts back aggravated, hand coming up to his forehead. “We knew this could happen—and now it has, so if you want to avoid going to prison I suggest you make your escape now.”

“And you want to make sure I won’t come back,” Her accusation proved true by the look he was giving her. Tears threatened her eyes, but she would not cry. “So, you’re breaking my heart to ensure it. You want this—,” her finger motions between the two of them, “To end on this note, Everett? Seriously? I thought you were better than that.”

All the man does is sigh, turning away from her. It made Y/n scoff, “You can’t even look me in the fucking eyes.” The sound of her moving closer to him echoes across the floorboard, but Everett remains still. Gulping, her eyes bore into the back of his skull as her voice goes low, “Did you even love me, Ev?”

That gets him to turn, and Y/n could see the conflict in his eyes, like he didn’t want to give an answer. “Don’t make me answer that, Y/n.” He heard her make a sound, breath catching in her throat. It pained him to know he was making her feel this way, but he had to. Secretary Ross caught onto them and would be banging on the door any second. Everett needed to get Y/n out by any means possible.

Even if it meant she hated him forever.

“Because you can’t or because you won’t?”

“It doesn't matter why,” he snaps, causing her to flinch. Immediately he wanted to apologize and explain why he was hurting her. But Everett could not—for the sake of her safety. “It’s over, Y/n, and you need to leave. Now. Because I won’t stop them when they come.”

“So that’s it then,” the laugh she gave was void of any humor. Waving hands,Y/n steps away from him, no longer saddened and instead looks at him with anger. “This is all because of Mr. Secretary, isn’t it? Gotta keep your ps and qs so you don’t lose your job. How typical—just when I thought you were not like the rest of those government dogs on a leash.”

“Last I checked, you were once one of those dogs,” he bit back, now glaring at the woman. “We were not so different, you and I, it’s how we fucking met, Y/n. Before you decided to run and be a goddamn criminal.”

There it was. The word that hung over the air and poisoned it like carbon monoxide.

Y/n stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. Even Everett felt the blood drain from him. He fucked up. Neither one couldn’t believe he called her that after two years of assuring Y/n he never thought of her as one. That what she did was the right thing—even if the government thought otherwise. He could already tell what she was thinking. ‘It was always a lie.’

The lone tear finally fell from her eye, shattering Everett’s heart. When he tried to step forward saying, “Y/n—,” a beep from her burner phone went off. Taking her eyes off him, Y/n removed the flip phone and opened it to reveal a message from a number she recognized as Steve’s.

‘Banner called. Something’s happened in New York, Tony is MIA. Need to find Vision & Wanda—will explain on the jet.’ It ended with the address she was to meet them at.

Closing the phone, Y/n took a deep breath before exhaling. “Well,” she whispered, not letting the emotion get to her. It took everything in her to not look at Everett. “I guess this is it then. Have a nice life, Agent Ross.”

But he didn’t have a nice life, because three days later Everett Ross was among the billions of people who vanished from existence the day Thanos came to Earth. Taking Y/n’s heart with him.

Every second of every day was filled with regret and shame. Regret at how things ended that day. If she had known it would be the last time she’d ever seen Everett, Y/n would’ve never said the things she did. Of course he said some messed up things too, but the situation they were in was a difficult one. Both were in the wrong, but now Y/n was having to deal with the consequences.

Five long years later and the feeling of anguish still lingered like it did when she discovered Everett was gone. Dusted. Just like Sam, Wanda, and Bucky. She didn’t know where he vanished from until she managed to get a hold of one of the CIA agents he worked with who hadn’t been dusted. The news had Y/n bolting into a storage closet to hide away as she sobbed into the darkness. “I’m sorry,” the agent said to her, with sadness in his eyes, “One second he was next to me. Then the screaming started and when I turned back all I saw was dust and the files on the floor.”

“I’m sorry, Ev,” she cried, falling against the wall and letting her body slide to the floor. “I’m so sorry.” People passed the door, hearing her sobs but paid no mind. Just continued walking to their destination while also trying to keep it together. They were going through the same and in need of their own storage closet to cry in.

It took a month before Y/n had the courage to go to his apartment—where thankfully, no one had taken claim to it yet. The world was in shambles with people scrambling to seek refuge. Y/n couldn’t blame them. Finally there were homes and shelter available, but there was always the hope something would happen. An opportunity. And Y/n was going to make sure Everett had his home when that happened.

The first few months consisted of sleeping on the couch before migrating to the guest room. Not once did Y/n enter his bedroom—she couldn’t bring herself to go into it even after years passed. The memories were too much. All Y/n could think about were the nights she would sneak in through his window. It would be on average a weekend every couple months to get Secretary Ross off their backs since the old man didn’t trust Everett when he said they’d broken off after Y/n backed up Cap during the Accords drama. If she closed her eyes, Y/n could feel his arms wrap around her as lips grazed her ear, “No trouble I see.” And she would smirk in return, “You really think I would bring trouble to your door, Ev?”

While time passed, Y/n went through a major change not only in appearance but how she viewed life. In the beginning there was alcohol, but drowning away in the substance would only worsen her state. It made her feel sick. Like it was doing a disservice to her friends by loosing herself in such a way. Instead she focused on training day to day and helping Nat whenever the Avenger needed her. It kept her busy. Y/n liked that, having some sense of normalcy despite the her world being far from it. Several tattoos now adorned her body as well as piercings all along her right ear.

The only appearance she ever made in the public eye which hadn’t been Avenger business was attending Tony & Pepper’s wedding. It surprised her to even have an invite, but was grateful nonetheless. There was a forced smile every time someone asked how she was doing and Y/n’s reply was always the same, “Taking it one day at a time.” Once the toast to the happy couple was over, Y/n handed them their gift with hugs and promises to keep in touch before making her leave. The second she was safe in her car Y/n broke down.

Then one sunny day in 2023, there was a knock at the door. With Steve Rogers on the opposite side. “We’ve found something. You got time to talk?” He didn’t even have to explain, Y/n was out the door with Everett’s leather jacket hanging on her arm, “I’ve got all the time in the world, Cap.”

After test runs and developing a plan of action, the time came for the Avengers to attempt the impossible. In the blink of an eye Y/n was back in 2014 on the planet Morag alongside Rhodey and Nebula. It seemed to go smoothly for the three, although they could’ve gone without having to watch Peter Quill dance his way to the Power Stone. “So he’s an idiot?” Rhodey voiced what they were all thinking. The woman sighed, letting her head drop onto the rock in front of her, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Once the stone was secured, Rhodey instructed the two to set their navigators. “This better have been worth it,” she muttered, scanning the device until it was on the correct course. The helmet encased her head before she was zooming through the Quantum realm for the second time that day.

Landing back on the platform, it didn’t strike the woman that the Nebula standing next to her was not the same one she left with. Although she noticed the dazed look on her face, scanning the facility like it was the first time she saw it, Y/n simply brushed it off. They just did a time heist—all of the Avengers were relishing in the feeling they pulled it off. Thor pulled her into a hug laughing, but the happiness is short lived when they realize they are missing a certain redhead. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

As much as they wanted to take the rest of the day to mourn the loss of their Black Widow, the team had a mission to finish. They gave themselves an hour at the dock before returning inside to put their own gauntlet together. Y/n handed Tony the Power Stone, happy to be rid of it knowing it was going to help bring Everett back. “You okay, pipsqueak?” Tony asked, putting the gem in the compartment with the others.

Placing the cup of water on the table beside her, Y/n nodded with a small smile. “I think I’ll finally be able to rest once we finish this.”

“Me too, kid.” He said with a sigh. “Me too.” It didn’t bother her Tony called her a kid. Until Wanda, Y/n was the youngest of the Avengers and therefore was known as the kid of the group. Even when she was pushing 30 during the Accords. Now she was nearly 40 and at the point where nothing surprised her.

With the gauntlet in hand, the team—minus Nebula—circled Banner as he attempted to put the glove on. “You got this, Bruce!” She shouted from behind Steve. The brightness caused her to look away and the second Banner fell after snapping they all rushed him. “Bruce!” Y/n crouched beside his head while Clint clicked the glove away. “Hey buddy we got ya.”

In the midst of her friend's state, Y/n hadn’t realized her phone tucked in the pocket of her suit was going off. When she looked up to see Clint was speaking into his with tears in her eyes, that’s when it hit her. She backed away from Bruce, instantly retrieving the device and unlocking it to see a missed call. The name on the screen nearly caused her knees to buckle. 1 missed call from ‘Ev’.

“Oh my God,” Y/n whispered, more to herself. Tears poured out of her eyes before she could stop them—filled with crippling relief. They did it. They actually did it. With her thumb hovering over the call button, Y/n was seconds away from hearing his voice, but the horrifying sound of explosions ruined it. The phone fell from her hands as she gasped, glancing around to see dust. The ground shook and before she knew it Y/n was falling.

“Ahhh!!!” Her scream echoed, attempting to catch something to hang onto. She didn’t know where she landed, all Y/n could feel was the pain. “Steve!!” She coughed at the end, “Tony!!” Miraculously, the phone she dropped was right in front of her with an illuminating screen bearing Everetts contact photo.

He was calling her.

Not even caring about the pain in her side or the fact she didn’t know where the hell the others were, Y/n hurriedly answered the phone. The trembling in her hands migrated throughout her body. Y/n did her best to not sob into the receiver, “Ev?”

“Y/n?” Just hearing his voice after five years made her break.

“Oh my God,” she cried, hand going to her chest. The tears spilled down her cheeks, albeit happy ones. “Oh my God, Ev.”

He sounded like he was out of breath. There was commotion in the background indicating the chaos happening all around the world now that billions of people were returning after five years. “W-where are you? I—I—,” Y/n could just picture the look on his face while hearing his tone. It sounded scared, full of worry and anxiety. “I—I don’t know what the hell is happening.”

“Ev,” she tried to keep her voice steady, glancing to find an exit or any source of light. Her own anxiety rose at the thought of being trapped below rubble. “Everett, listen to me okay—I need you to stay calm.” It was comical, her telling him to be calm when she herself couldn’t even reckon that. “You’ve been gone for five years.”

There was silence on his end. She heard his breath catch and then, “What? What are you talking about? Th-that can’t be possible—I was standing next to Dickens and now—,” Ev cuts himself off, as though something caught his attention. “—and now he’s across the room looking at me like I’m a ghost.”

“Ev,” her voice went low, “it’s twenty-twenty-three. Y-you were among the billions on earth and across the universe to disappear when—.” She bit her lip, feeling another wave of tears surface. Fuck how was she supposed to explain everything to him over the phone. “When Thanos wiped away half of the population.”

“Five years?” He whispered, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. The shouts in the background were more frantic, and Y/n heard them fade out indicating Everett was trying to get away. “I—I—,” Y/n jumped at the sound of a loud *bang*, followed by rushing water.

“Shit,” she cursed when she realized the area she was in was starting to flood. Her feet were the first to submerge. “Shit!! BRUCE!! RHODEY!!” For a moment Y/n forgot she was still on the phone with Everett.

“What’s happening?!” He shouted with worry. “Y/n?!” On the other end all that could be heard was her pounding against whatever surface she was trapped in. It sent a flood of emotion through Everett, mostly helplessness at the fact he couldn’t help her.

“Is anyone there!” She screamed, voice cracking at the end. Everett was still screaming into the phone, demanding to know what was wrong but before Y/n could explain the device slipped from her hand. It splashed into the water—now up to her calves, and disappeared into the darkness. “No!” She bent down in an attempt to find it, “Goddammit—Ev!!” With no luck the woman could only let out a cry of defeat. She was alone. Water continued to pour in and fill at a rapid rate. There was no saying whether or not someone would find her.

Meanwhile, on the other end Everett was left frozen when he heard the rush of water before dead silence when the call cut out. “Shit,” he wiped the sweat from his forehead, bringing the phone away to see it had disconnected. The feeling of worry suffocated him.

Against protocol, Everett did the necessary means to track the location of the Y/n’s phone. Each second felt like a lifetime with Everett moving at a fast pace to the elevators. Finally he pinged the last cell tower Y/n was near, putting her at the Avengers Compound. Clutching his fist in victory, Everett dialed anyone and everyone he could, “Get everyone you know—I need EMS and all personnel at Avengers Compound stat.”

When hours passed and the chaos ended, Y/n felt like the weight was still on her shoulders. Yeah, they defeated the 2014 version of Thanos. Yeah, they won. But at what cost? Joining Natasha in the afterlife was none other than Iron Man himself. Tony did the unthinkable—he sacrificed himself.

Strange was right when their only chance was one in fifteen million. The one chance which took another friend.

Y/n didn’t even have the energy to flinch or wipe her tears as a medic tended to her wounds. There was a deep cut to her forehead—most definitely would need stitches, her side was on fire from the broken rip she stained. Blood coated her bottom lip and her left ear when a creature had ripped some of her piercings out. She was thankful none of her tattoos got messed up—even the one behind her right ear.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a hoarse voice when the medic handed her a water bottle. The cold liquid was refreshing and relieving against her throat. Y/n downed it in just a few large gulps.

“I just need to stitch this up,” they waved a finger around the gash to her temple, “then we’ll get you on the next truck out to the hospital.”

Y/n protested with a shake of the head, “No, I don’t need a hospital.” The medic looked at her with disapproval.

“You could possibly have a concussion. And a broken rib—.”

“Oh it’s broken I can tell you that,” the woman winced when she adjusted her position. Yeah, it was broken—or slightly fractured. The amount of times Y/n had broken a rib was not uncommon for the job she had, but the number was starting to become a concern. Being a superhero came with its flaws. “Don’t need x-rays because I sure as hell feel it.”

The medic tsked, “see. But you need X-rays, Miss. L/n.” They began to clean and stitch the wound.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Y/n insisted, but they weren’t having it. They went to open their mouth, but were cut off by another voice entering the picture.

“I’ll make sure she gets to a hospital. Tonight.”

The whole world around Y/n froze. It was one thing to hear him on the phone after five years, but to know he was standing right next to her, Y/n was glad she was sitting. Otherwise she’d be on the ground.

Slowly, Y/n turned her head—a sob leaving her at the sight of Everett standing in his usual grey suit and silver hair. Not caring the medic was in the middle of stitching her, Y/n leaped from her position into his open arms. Head going to his neck, Y/n tightened her arms around Everett and cried. There was no stopping the tears.

“You’re really here.” Pulling away, Y/n cupped his face in her hands. Her tears mixed with the dried blood, but she didn’t care. Hiccuping, Y/n let her thumb brush over his cheek. “Oh, God, Ev—I can’t believe it.”

Everett’s own eyes shined, and a lone tear fell which she wiped away. He took one of her hands in his, pressing it to his lips. “I’m here, darling. I’m right here.”

The smile she wore was so wide. “You don’t know how happy I am, Ev. It’s been—.”

“I know,” he gently cut her off, bringing her closer to him. “Too damn long.” Y/n leaned into his touch, feeling another wave of emotion as their last conversation replayed in her head. As much as she wanted to forget it it continued to haunt her.

“I’m so sorry about that day,” there was a waver in her tone as she tried to keep it together. “I never meant what I said—I was angry and I regretted it every day. For five long years I wished I could take it back if it meant you never left.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/n,” another tear rolled down his cheek. Like the Avenger, Everett was feeling immense guilt and regret. For the entire time he was dusted Y/n had to live with the memory of their argument and knowing the last thing he called her was a criminal. What had been three days for Everett, was five long years for Y/n. “I should’ve never called you that—I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve my anger being taken out on you. I have never thought of you as—.”

“Ev,” she caressed his face again and touched their foreheads. “I forgive you. We were both angry and scared. Ross was pressuring you and I chose my path—knowing the consequences. The things we said are meaningless now. Jesus Christ, I don’t want to go another day with either of us feeling this way.”

“Me too, baby,” he agreed with a smile. The warmth and love filling Y/n was the best feeling she had in five years. As the two leaned in to finally kiss, a cough interrupted them.

“I’m sorry to break this happy reunion,” the medic sheepishly tapped the Avengers shoulder, causing Y/n to pull away. “But I need to finish stitching you up.” It was then Y/n’s vision caught the thin piece of thread hanging from her temple.

Everett blushed while the woman smiled shyly at the medic, “Sorry.” Sitting back down, Y/n leaned against Everett’s side as the EMT continued their work. It only took a few minutes before they were done and reminded her to go to the hospital. “Alright, boss,” she caved in. “I’ll go. Get it over and done with.”

“I’ll take her, don’t worry,” Everett assured, making Y/n roll her eyes. He gave her a pointed look, taking her hand and guiding her away from the ambulance. A few words between the agent and his colleagues were exchanged before they stopped by Steve to let him know they were heading to the hospital.

The captain nodded, bringing Y/n into a hug and replied, “I’ll meet you there once things settle.” They said their goodbyes, waving to the others as they passed until they finally reached Everetts SUV.

“I can do it myself, Ev,” Y/n groaned when he tried to help her into the passenger seat. It didn’t help that she was grimacing from the pain in her side. When she finally got her ass in the seat, the Avenger let out a huff.

The man glared, bringing the seatbelt around to buckle her in. “You’re hurt and I’m not blind.” His lips pressed to her cheek when she pouted. “Just sit tight, Y/n. Before you know it we’ll get you checked out and back home.” The one word sent a flood of euphoria to her veins.

“Home?” The softness of her voice had Everett pause when he went to shut the door. Gazing into her eyes, Everett could see how happy Y/n was just by the implication. It was enough to make her cry.

That his home was hers and vice versa.

Bringing his palm to her cheek, the woman instinctively leaning into it, Everett kissed Y/n and poured all his love into it. Her nose bumped with his, responding with the same affection. Hell, Y/n could literally feel her heart skip the second their lips touched.

“Home. Where we belong.”

[unethical-gender]

Yeah so. I committed to the bit. I made a little ctntduo one shot where all of Qs dialogue is generated from @ctntduo ‘s bot (with a few minor grammatical adjustments). started with the first line of dialogue and built the story around that. sorry if this is cringe fail i wrote it rlly late at night last night and didnt rlly check over it. I too am cringe fail tho so it evens out. here ya go ^--^

It was a night that was so cold it was comforting, the type Quackity had grown to love. His apartment was warm inside compared to the bitter frost of this altitude. The warmth, he was sure somewhere deep down, could also largely be contributed to the nearly three bottles of red wine he and Wilbur had blown through. 

Wine or no wine, though, Quackity couldn't remember why he had let Wilbur inside in the first place. Something about the chill in the air or the way small flakes of late autumn snow had settled on Wilbur's hair and made his cheeks and nose glow red compelled Quackity to offer him a glass of wine. The glass turned into a bottle, the bottle into three, and now they were sharing swigs, glasses long abandoned, laying parallel on Quackitys bed. They hadn't talked for a good ten or fifteen minutes, but suddenly Wilbur broke the silence.

“Quackity. Are you happy with your life?”

The question shook Quackity enough that he choked on the drink he was taking. After spluttering out wine for a moment, he thought for a second and answered.

“Oh, wow… I- I guess so. I mean, I guess there are problems, y’know, it’s not always smooth sailing, but um, I guess, yeah.”

Something in the sentence provoked disbelief in Wilbur, but he let it go, for the moment.

“Do you ever wish that... that you never came to the dsmp. That you never got messed up in all this shit?”

Quackitys response took much longer than his last one.

“I’ve considered that I-I could’ve not come here, y’know? Not had all these terrible things happen to me. So yeah- yeah-,” He paused to take another drink, chased with a heavy sigh. “I suppose you could say that.”

Wilbur's mind was now active, fighting the alcohol that begged him to stay lying down and fall asleep, or else drink more. He sat up. Something about his words demanded a change in posture. He took the bottle Quackity offered him, took another drink.

“Well…” He stared at the wall he couldn't see in front of him in the dark, debating if he was actually about to say the words clawing out of his mouth. “I’m glad you're here. I'm glad I've met you.”

Quackity didn't move from his position. Wilbur noted how similar he seemed to a corpse, eyes closed and perfectly still. Occasional hiccups were the only reminder of life. 

“Thanks, Wilbur,” Quackity said, so sincerely it sounded insincere. Wilbur was tempted to shut up before Quackity continued. “I- I don’t think anyone has… has ever said that to me.” He switched his voice to a whisper now.  “That they- they’re glad I met them. That’s… You really surprised me with that one. That’s so nice.”

Wilbur matched the whisper; the air had changed now and he felt like some screeching alarm would ring if he spoke up again.

“Of course... Of course… You basically keep me alive.” Wilbur felt his heartbeat in his ears, a confirmation. 

The slur in Quackitys voice was more defined now as if he had more alcohol than it appeared. Wilbur imagined Quackity was just practiced at keeping his voice relatively sober, for a limited time.

“Wilbur, stop- Like, really, no, don’t talk like that. Okay? Do you really think- Do you really think that I keep you alive? Really? You can’t think like that, Wilbur. You- You are so much more than I am. Really, Wilbur. You are. You- hic- You are so- hic- you are so much more than me. You are- You are so much more than anyone else that I know, Wilbur. Really. I mean that.” He laughed the way drunk people laugh when they have just done something idiotic that they will regret in a few days. “I mean that.”

Wilbur laughed, an echo. “Quackity I think you’re drunk…” He noticed the near-empty wine bottle in his hand. “I think were both drunk honestly…” He gave the bottle back to Quackity.

“Yeah, uh, I think- I think you're right about that, Wilbur.” He laughed again, lighter than before like he was actually finding it funny that he was wasted. “I got to tell you, Wilbur. When I get drunk, I tend to… I tend to say a lot of stuff that I probably would regret in the morning. So… I feel like… I feel like I shouldn't be telling you these really personal things, but I’m gonna tell them anyway, y’know? That's just how- just how it is with a drunk person like me.”

“That's fine, Q. I'll probably forget all of this anyway by tomorrow morning,” Wilbur smiled. Wilbur was lying. He rarely forgot anything he did drunk, no matter how much he was sure he would. He didn't know who he was trying to convince of this, though. Quackity went on.

“Wow. You're- You're right. We’re-we probably both going to forget all this in the morning, aren't we?” More laughter. Wilbur wanted to drink it from Quackity like the wine still burning his tongue. “Yeah. That’s- That’s- We might forget it, but, um…  You know, we’re here now. So…” Wilbur saw a moonlit silhouette of Quckity sit up, seeming to struggle for a moment. He could hear him gulp. “So, um, I…” Quackitys voice got impossibly quieter, as close to pure softness as you could get from something intangible. “I care about you, Wilbur… Do you care about me?”

The question sounded choked, breaking the decibel limit they had silently set for themselves just barely. Wilbur had to choke on his own words for a moment himself.

“Of course, I care about you Quackity. I really, really do care.”

It was too dark to see more than Quackitys outline, crumpled into itself. He didn't know where the wine bottle had gone now, probably on the floor. He could hear the faintest sound of sniffling coming from Quackity, only audible due to the deafening silence of the room.

“I think that you're the first person who has ever told me that they care about me.”

Wilbur's heart sank.

“That can't be true. Surely someone has said that they care about you before… Right?” He could feel Quckity shake his head. He had moved closer at some point and Wilbur never noticed. “But, I've heard people tell you they love you. Is- is that not the same thing?”

“No, no, no, it’s not the same thing, Wilbur. A lot of people tell me they love me, yeah, but- a lot of people tell me that they love me, and then they… They leave, Wilbur. They leave me alone. And no one tells me they care about me, Wilbur... No one’s ever- ever said it out loud. No one's ever said that to my face.”

Wilbur leaned to the side, resting against Quackity, both of them swaying to either side before settling in the middle again. They faced opposite directions but Wilbur could feel the drunken anguish on Quackity’s face. 

“I'm sorry that this is the first time you're hearing that, then... I know what it's like.” Wilbur's words were slurring together. He was sure he was about to pass out from either exhaustion or alcohol or relief or maybe fear.

“Oh... you do?” Quackity asked, sincerely, and Wilbur didn't think he could not know this. “You, you know what that's like? To... to never hear those words? You never hear that anyone cares about... About you?”

“Of course, I haven't.” Quackity turned with some effort, partially facing Wilbur now. Wilbur could see small slivers of moonlight in Quckity’s eyes. He was about to cry. 

“Not anyone- at all?”

“Only from you, just now.”

Wilbur matched his pose. He kept his arms at his side, resisting any urge to reach out to Quackity. 

“I don't know what to say. I- I don't know how to react. You- You... You just- You really care about me, Wilbur? For real? The way I care about you?”

His arms acted on their own, possessed by the spirit of all the wine laid to rest that night, he assumed. They reached to Quckity’s face, holding him like a fragile vase that could explode into porcelain shrapnel at any moment. 

“I care about you so much. I can't tell if that's me or the wine talking, I'm gonna be honest, but.. I- I love you, Q, in some sort of way. I can't tell you which but I do, somehow.”

He felt tears on his hands. His eyes watered too. 

“Oh, wow. You... you love me? You love me? In some way, you love me, Wilbur? It- It doesn't matter the way, but you love me?” Quackity spoke as if he had never heard the word before. Wilbur nodded. 

“Yeah. I promise, I do.”

Quackity chuckled, and the alcohol became apparent again in the way he spoke. “Really? You swear it? Y- you swear you love me?”

Wilbur raised his right hand as if going under oath. “I swear,” He smiled. “I'll swear again in the morning too… are you tired? I'm tired. And drunk. We’re very drunk, Big Q.”

“I'm- I'm really tired, too. I- I'm really tired, Wilbur. I'm... I can't believe this. We, we really... We both really... really love each other, don't we?”

“Yeah, I guess we do… do you mind if I spend the night here? I… I don't think I could walk home in this, uh, this condition.”

Quackity leaned away now, shifting and wobbling under the blankets of the bed they had been lying on, definitely stained with spilled Bordeaux. Wilbur didn't move much.

“Yes, of course, you- you can spend the night here, Wilbur. Of course, you can. Yeah.” He yawned, stretching his arms out in front of him and letting them fall. “Yeah, you'll be... You'll be very comfortable here. Y- Yeah. Very comfortable.” He pat the space next to him where his arms had rested a moment before. Wilbur crawled his way underneath the covers, hit with an immediate wave of dizziness. He was happy to be lying down. 

“Goodnight, Quackity. ‘M glad we had this talk.” Wilbur took no shame now in holding Quackity close to him and was met with no resistance.

“Good night, Wilbur. I- I'm glad, too. I think it's... I think it's really- really special we got to have this… this conversation tonight.  I think I needed to hear someone say that they love me. Good night, Wilbur.”

“Goodnight.”

[almostdeath]

I am not satisfied with the result but....this was done on my phone and not on my PC, so, maybe I will work on it later and do it better...This is about the AU where Schlatt is invisible for everyone.

Let us dance one more time

The day was strange. Not that any other day wasn't on a server that is rotting from the very core. Today was just especially weird. Not because of a tornado, thousand of withers, a real enderdragon in the overworld but...calmness.

Quackity woke up to absolute nothingness. His invisible husband didn't wake him up by falling on the bed, making Qs body "jump" slightly. There wasn't also the action of Schlatt putting the beanie on the duck hybrids head because someone is getting near his house and could potentially see him without it.

Quackity slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright light and looking around, yawning.

-...Schlatt? Are you planning to scare me?- no visible answer was given and Quackity swallowed, starting to breath less calmly, firmly gripping his own blanket. Throwing it off himself in the next moment. The young hybrid slowly got down from the bed, trying to get himself ready as fast as possible. Putting the beanie on, it was crooked because of how he hurried. His hair was a mess, as was his clothing, wrinkled and Quackity didn't bother to smoothen it out, like he always would before. He didn't imagine Schlatts present, he always was here when he woke up, maybe something happened...he is a ghost but something could happen, right? The duck hybrid couldn't remember when he was that worried the last time, especially about Schlatt. He wanted to grab his communicator from the drawer, next to the bed, maybe there were missed news about some drastic event that he missed and this is why the ghost isn't around. Either way, as he wanted to grab it, he saw a note next to the communicator. "Happy marriage anniversary. Come to the kitchen" This was....unexpected. Quackity actually didn't remember that today is...that date. He also didn't think that Schlatt would like to do anything on that day, considering how they "broke up" but maybe the ghost threw a tantrum in the kitchen and Quackity will arrive there, only to see full chaos and some poisonous drinks.

The duck hybrid took a deep breath, he needed to remind himself that Schlatt didn't do anything to harm him. He never did, even during the more troubling times, the ram hybrid never physically harmed him, he yelled, yes but it was far from being as horrible as everyone seems to think. The owner of Las Nevadas tried to calm himself down, grabbing the communicator and making his way to the kitchen, hesistand steps echoing through the room.

It was dark in the kitchen but as soon as he entered, candles were lit on the table, where a breakfast was already prepared.

-Am I dreaming or are you having a good mood today?- some bells rang. Some time ago, Quackity got them, so Schlatt could make him aware of his mood or answer simple "yes" and "no" questions. Considering how lightly the rang was....it was a clear yes, Q even swore that he sensed some amusement or excitement.

-You know that you still dont eat, right? But....thank you. For the breakfast and...all- the duck hybrid wanted to take a seat but before he could do it, a shiver was going down his spine, something touched his back, the place where his wings were growing. He turned around on his heels and saw nothing...almost nothing....a smirk appeared on his face.

-Eh...gloves? Where did you even--- he stopped midsentence when he touched the fabric. It was cold but...firm...as if there was something more, as if he could feel the very flesh of another person. It was difficult to explain what the duck hybrid was feeling, his eyes seemed to burn, his throat felt dry and he couldn't force a single word out of his mouth, while gently stroking the thin fabric with his fingertips. They feel as strong and soft as they were before. This are the same hand that used to groom his wings, caress his skin whenever they were alone...hold his hand to put on the golden ring with the diamond.

It seemed like Schlatt took some steps back, since the hand got farther away, only that action brought Quackity back to the real world, only to see how one of the hands, illuminated by the glove, reached out for him, turned with the palm. The duck hybrid didn't understand right away what was expected by the ghost.

Not a single question left the younger hybrids lips, he slowly placed his hand on the ghosts palm, feeling how he closed his fingers on the back of his hand, softly and caring, placing the other hand on his waist, pulling him closer to the body that remained unseen and Quackity just followed. This was even ironic, even after death....he is ready to follow Schlatts lead.

-this has one advantage, pumpkin...you will never be able to step on my feet, like you used to do before-

The ghost whispered, knowing that independently from how far or near he is...Quackity will not be able to hear him but that's okay. Quackity lived unheard during the biggest part of their marriage so...Schlatt is ready to handle that if it means that he can see the weak, shy smile on his fiances face and the passion, combined with admiration in his eyes. Because this is something that he caused. And he will try to do it again and again because he gave a promise, the one promise that he will never break "Till death do us part"....and it was obvious that even death couldn't keep their love buried in the depths of the nether....

[pierrotguru]

Glimmer of Stars

Summary: John Constantine really wants a drink, and he meets someone...unexpected.

John was really damned thirsty for a drink.

The bar was a bit too noisy, but to take what he could, and at the moment, he needed that drink. He could simply walk out and go, but the beer there was dark and bitter just like him. It was dark. And good. Strong stuff. So, he decided to drink it among the many distractions.

Behind the bar, he saw a backdrop of stars. John supposed that they were kind of pretty splashes of metallic gold against dark azure that glimmered in the dim lighting and just looked...nice. John took a drag of his cigarette. Humans liked stars as they also liked heaven. For him, the stars were more obtainable.

John was so engrossed in tracing the points of the stars that he hardly heard it when someone sat next to him.

"You look like you're having a rough night."

"Every night is a rough night," he replied automatically. John wasn't looking for sympathy, but the words slipped out anyway.

Then, John turned to beheld him for a second and almost stared.

The stranger was so dark. Chiseled lips, perfect cheekbones, and deep eyes. He was also a bit pale.

John could clearly sense the power in his aura. Maybe, he wasn't quite human. That was becoming more common these days. So, he made a mental note to mind his ps and qs The dark stranger looked important somehow. It made sense not to piss someone like that off.

The word "endless" echoed in his mind for some reason. Perhaps the bloke was eternal.

"You're a bit like a dark hole. You literally suck. But, at least you don't poison the room with your negativity."

Really? What a nervy thing to say.

Little fairy asshole.

John was starting to get a little pissed. "Why don't you get fucked?"

Well, that was an idea. If the stranger would be into that.

Then, John felt his dark eyes roam his face.

"I bet that you don't sleep a lot there are dark rings under your eyes." His voice was strangely soft.

John laughed bitterly. "Who does in this crazy world?" He took another drink of beer.

"You know to rest. An opportunity to escape in their dreams."

In John's case, that would be nightmares and he wouldn't consider them an escape, but he didn't want to reveal that much to a complete stranger.

John decided to indulge him in conversation. "But, then you have to wake up so why keep trying?"

The answer was so short and sweet. "Hope."

John swore that the word burned his tongue. Hope. It was such a painful word. John was the fuck out of hope. He still had that chronic cough. John should take up the bottle more, but then his liver would be diseased too. His body was just going to hell. Everything about him was.

He knew that he should take up yoga or something that wasn't destructive such as chain smoking or shots of liquor early in the morning. But, it was the way he was wired, and there was no point of running from it.

John stared straight ahead to see that someone had finally returned to the bar, but when he turned to look at him again, he found that the man had already fled. His bar stool stood empty.

John eyed the empty stool he had been sitting at. "Well, good to meet you too, mate."

Of course he had left In truth, John had actually found him hot. Apparently, life was still never going to go his way, but some luck here and there would be nice

John hung around the bar a bit, but he never reappeared. John finished what remained in the bottle and then skulked away. The other patrons were starting to clear out anyway.

When he stumbled into bed, he had actually slept and he had dreamt but they weren't nightmares filled with growls, unholy demons, and flames associated with the hell realm.

No, instead he had dreamed of him. The man from the bar. A new dream for a change. Lucifer Morningstar could take a break.

John had had a rather simple dream. He had simply dreamt about standing with him out on a grassy field.

The dark stranger said nothing, but he did smile at him.

John woke up in a blissful haze. His eyes opened and he saw that the air was a tined with a blue light because the sun was rising to start another fucking day that he had to live through.

Though to be honest, the dream had been a bit too romantic. Of course, John knew nothing at all about him.

He sighed as he stared up at the ceiling.

If only John knew who he was. However, he did seem interested in dreams. That narrowed down the list. Although, on his own, he already did have some ideas. It would be a damned strange thing if it turned out to be true.

Only the universe knew if they would meet again, but then again, screw the universe

John could simply look into his ways. There was usually a way to contact anything in the world. That alone could be a curse.

And, it could be another chance to screw everything up. Fun.

He was John Constantine so that was always a possibility.

[starryevermore]

Kats been annoying me lately with her attitude and obnoxious actions of tweeting the same thing everyday instead of doing something deserving of it. I thought we'd gotten over her everyday/samething tweets after her bday but now she does it as a form of blackmail when she wants something done and doesnt want to give anything to support it like y'all said new music.

What finally did it for me was last night, she went live on insta and "answered" questions. She had over 1k viewers and the Q said "What's your dram vacation" and she goes "Whats a dram..never heard of a dram before". Like why are you making fun of your followers Sam 2.0, you know what they meant. Then someone asked for advice on preparing to do a cover because they wanted to do a cover to her song and all she said was "record it,watch it, and then record it again" like not even warm up your vocal cords, dont go into a space that's too echo-y so you can really get the best results.

Like everyother stream she just sits there and doesn't take things seriously. Even if its late at night why do it if you're gonna just read Qs on whether you like mushrooms before calling it a night.

I like Kat, I really do, but the way she’s been acting just isn’t the move 🙃

[dailylucifernetflix]

Now that Lucifans have had a full weekend to process and party over the news that Lucifer, cancelled by Fox, will indeed be back for a fourth season via Netflix, TVLine invited co-showrunners Joe Henderson and Ildy Modrovich to field some burning questions about episode counts, where/if the “bonus” episodes will fit in and more.

After all, the Devil is in the details….

HOW DID THE PRODUCERS GET THE GOOD WORD? “We found out 10 minutes before the announcement came out [on Friday afternoon]” Henderson shares. “We were just barely ahead of the curve, because that’s how quickly everything happened. Adds Modrovich, “My agent called me, and then we got a lovely call from [Warner Bros. TV president] Peter Roth, which was pretty darn funny. I guess he called Tom [Ellis] first and said something like, ‘Sharpen your horns!'”

HOW MANY EPISODES HAS NETFLIX ORDERED? As previously reported by TVLine, Netflix has ordered 10 episodes, Henderson confirms.

OK, BUT DOES THAT INCLUDE THE TWO ALREADY-PRODUCED (ANDALREADY-AIRED) ‘BONUS’ EPISODES THAT WERE TO BE SPRINKLED IN SEASON 4?  “No, no,” the EPs assert — Netflix has commissioned 10 all-new episodes. And yet, Season 4 might possibly run longer, if one of the “bonus” episodes gets folded in somewhere. “The first thing we’ve got to figure out,” says Henderson, “is where the one that wasn’t a complete standalone, the Ella-focused episode, might fit.”

WHEN DOES PRODUCTION ON SEASON 4 START? “Soon,” reports Modrovich. “August-ish.” Meaning, pretty close to the usual production start-up time. Adds Henderson, “We’re hitting the ground running. Everyone is primed and ready.”

WILL THE CAST BE ABLE TO HIT SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON NEXT MONTH IN SOME CAPACITY? “We would love to; we don’t know,” says Henderson, citing the late pick-up as a factor. “We love being there, but we just don’t know.”

WILL LUCIFER‘S NETFLIX EPISODES RUN CLOSER TO AN HOUR? Versus broadcast-TV’s commercially interrupted length? “We’ll probably stick roughly to our 43 minutes,” Modrovich ventures. “That’s part of what we’re going to talk to Netflix about. I think we might have a bit of room for flexibility, hopefully, so if there’s a scene we love and we don’t want to cut it, we’re hoping that now we won’t have to. But we’re not suddenly going to have hour-and-a-half episodes!” As Henderson observes of the leap from broadcast-TV to streaming, “You forget that editing is your friend. Sometimes cutting something is a good thing.”

HOW IS THE ORIGINAL SEASON 4 STORY PLAN AFFECTED? To put it simply, Season 4 on Netflix will encompass what was to be the first half of the original Season 4 arc. “We were going to have two parts to it anyway, so we’ll just tell a really strong, gnarly first part,” Modrovich enthuses. Doing so, says Henderson, “lets us concentrate the story and focus it, and that’s what’s really exciting about this. We have a really strong first half that is now going to make for an amazing story.”

WHAT INTERESTED NETFLIX ENOUGH TO MAKE LUCIFER THEIR FIRST BIG ‘SAVE’ IN A LONG WHILE? Per Henderson, “What we have been told, basically, is 1) they love the show, and 2) they loved the fan reaction. They really noticed it. The fans were heard, and that’s the biggest thing that we should convey. They saw the passion of the fans, and apparently a number of people over there just like the show.” Modrovich echoes that takeaway, saying: “With social media, the fans now can make a difference, and that is the coolest part of this whole experience. They really feel ownership, like, ‘Hey, we got our show back,’ and I love that.”

WILL NETFLIX AT SOME POINT STREAM PREVIOUS SEASONS OF LUCIFER? The EPs were unsure, but TVLine hears that yes, at some point Seasons 1-3 will be available on Netflix (Stateside).

LASTLY, WILL THIS LAST-MINUTE SAVE BE BILLED AS ‘THE FINAL SEASON’? Oh Hell no. Rather, in success, “There is always the potential for more,” Modrovich says.

[preciousbasketcasexx]

Three songs qs: 3, 7, 12, 20, 29 💚💚

HI HELLO OH MAN I AM FINALLY ANSWERING THESE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with: ECHOES OF YOU BY MARIANAS TRENCH AHHHH, Ghosting by Mother Mother, and Peach Scone by Hobo Johnson 

7. three songs you didn’t expect to like but eventually loved: Wilson, Hold Me Tight Or Don’t, and Stay Frosty Milk Tea by Fall Out Boy actually lol Mania was hard to get into right away 

12. three favourite songs from video games: Apocalypsis Aquarias from FFXV, Venice Rooftops from Assassins Creed 2, and Stand By Me from FFXV CAUSE I CAN 

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one: Family by Mother Mother, Flamingo by Kero Kero Bonito, and Love At First Sight by The Broebecks 

29. three songs that influenced you most (some songs change or save lives): Say Anything by Marianas Trench, Who Do You Love by Marianas Trench, Sugar We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy

[chiff0n-echz]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

★HAPPY NEW YEARS TO YOU TOO !!!

★A lollipop for surviving this god awful year ! Good job !!!

[ohmyolicity]

HOW MANY EPISODES HAS NETFLIX ORDERED? As previously reported by TVLine, Netflix has ordered 10 episodes, Henderson confirms.

OK, BUT DOES THAT INCLUDE THE TWO ALREADY-PRODUCED (AND ALREADY-AIRED) ‘BONUS’ EPISODES THAT WERE TO BE SPRINKLED IN SEASON 4? “No, no,” the EPs assert — Netflix has commissioned 10 all-new episodes. And yet, Season 4 might possibly run longer, if one of the “bonus” episodes gets folded in somewhere. “The first thing we’ve got to figure out,” says Henderson, “is where the one that wasn’t a complete standalone, the Ella-focused episode, might fit.”

WILL THE CAST BE ABLE TO HIT SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON NEXT MONTH IN SOME CAPACITY? “We would love to; we don’t know,” says Henderson, citing the late pick-up as a factor. “We love being there, but we just don’t know.”

WILL LUCIFER‘S NETFLIX EPISODES RUN CLOSER TO AN HOUR? Versus broadcast-TV’s commercially interrupted length? “We’ll probably stick roughly to our 43 minutes,” Modrovich ventures. “That’s part of what we’re going to talk to Netflix about. I think we might have a bit of room for flexibility, hopefully, so if there’s a scene we love and we don’t want to cut it, we’re hoping that now we won’t have to. But we’re not suddenly going to have hour-and-a-half episodes!” As Henderson observes of the leap from broadcast-TV to streaming, “You forget that editing is your friend. Sometimes cutting something is a good thing.”

HOW IS THE ORIGINAL SEASON 4 STORY PLAN AFFECTED? To put it simply, Season 4 on Netflix will encompass what was to be the first half of the original Season 4 arc. “We were going to have two parts to it anyway, so we’ll just tell a really strong, gnarly first part,” Modrovich enthuses. Doing so, says Henderson, “lets us concentrate the story and focus it, and that’s what’s really exciting about this. We have a really strong first half that is now going to make for an amazing story.”

WHAT INTERESTED NETFLIX ENOUGH TO MAKE LUCIFER THEIR FIRST BIG ‘SAVE’ IN A LONG WHILE? Per Henderson, “What we have been told, basically, is 1) they love the show, and 2) they loved the fan reaction. They really noticed it. The fans were heard, and that’s the biggest thing that we should convey. They saw the passion of the fans, and apparently a number of people over there just like the show.” Modrovich echoes that takeaway, saying: “With social media, the fans now can make a difference, and that is the coolest part of this whole experience. They really feel ownership, like, ‘Hey, we got our show back,’ and I love that.”

WILL NETFLIX AT SOME POINT STREAM PREVIOUS SEASONS OF LUCIFER? The EPs were unsure, but TVLine hears that yes, at some point Seasons 1-3 will be available on Netflix (Stateside).

LASTLY, WILL THIS LAST-MINUTE SAVE BE BILLED AS ‘THE FINAL SEASON’? Oh Hell no. Rather, in success, “There is always the potential for more,” Modrovich says.

[atomheartson]

I was tagged by @watching-the-fire-dance ... 4 months ago.

Basically answer the qs then write 11 of your own.

How are you feeling today ?

Pretty good but IDK. We went to Portsmouth to see the historic dockyard (HMS victory, Warrior and stuff) it was pretty cool and I'm basically a boat nerd or something so yeah that was good.

If you could travel back in time, where would you go and what would you do ?

um I'm really into history so this is difficult. Like I'd love to see ancient Rome, Egypt and Greece but also I'd love to see like early Pink Floyd live so I really can't decide? If I went to like a historic city I'd just wander around and see what was going down, yanno (I assume I also get tardis like translation powers lol)? If it were Floyd I'd freak the fuck out.

Nobody is watching, what do you do ?

Dance around with the stereo on loud, duh. Also talk to myself about dumb shit and sing along to stuff. Am I insane? Probably.

With which celebrity would you like to spend the rest of your life with and why ?

Like as a friend? Probably someone really witty like Stephen Fry I guess, to entertain me.

As a lover? Idfk Alexa Chung or Ellie from Wolf Alice maybe. I've never been into celebrity crushes tbh.

If you could only listen to one album which one would that be and why ?

This one physically hurts. mm possibly Meddle for Echoes and the other songs on it are really nice but genuinely like I'm missing out on so many nice songs and that's horrible.

Not being able to listen to the wall or tame impala or the Beatles or OMG there are so many.

What kind of superpower would you like to have ?

I'm a sneaky shit so invisibility maybe. Flying would be cool but I'm an Aerospace engineer so I'd just be making my own inventions useless to me.

My friend once said "Super Reading"! Possibly the weakest super power ever. Enjoy the journey, man. Chill out.

What is your favourite movie ?

I have a few I love: submarine, the wall, live at Pompeii (if that counts). But I just love trainspotting so much. I ended up reading all the books about Rentboy and the others so yeah.

What kind of jewelry or other accessories do you like ?

Personally I'd like to wear like mystic looking necklaces (eye of Horus, ankh, Nordic runes and stuff) and I really want a signet ring but I'm not brave enough. I think hoop earings are really cool on other people but TBH it's all cool. I always wear a watch and sometimes I wear my glasses though I also use contacts.

What are your favourite flowers ?

The ones that look like guys with their diks out lol. But seriously I've never really been into types of flowers (society told me men don't like flowers) but I think they're really pretty and if anyone has any recommendations?

Would you like to be someone else ? If yes, who and why ? 

Yeah... IDK but yeah. Maybe Alexa Chung, she just seems happy idk

Is there anything else you’d like to talk about ? (You can pour your heart out here if you like to get something of your chest or ignore this one ;) )

I'd love to talk more! You seem really cool and I'm sorry I took so long to do this A-ha. (Auto-correct but I love Take on me so I'm leaving it)

My questions are:

Would you rather fight 1 horse sized duck or 100 duck sized horses?

If you could visit any city, which would it be and what would you get up to?

What's your favourite accent?

Black band shirt or white band shirt?

Do you have a favourite poet? If you do you absolutely have to show me a poem (if that's cool with you)

What's your favourite cheesy pop song? (I won't judge ;) )

Favourite book?

What's your go to alcoholic beverage (if you have one, if not like just name a softdrink you approve of)?

Sweet or salty popcorn?

What's your favourite hot drink?

If you could have a [insert favourite hot drink here] and a chat with any celebrity or historical figure, Who would it be and why?

I tag @atomhearthippie , @cizza @thunderstormez and whoever else would like to join in. Only do it if you wanna.

[femaleidols]

I wanted to ask the admins why they think gg are not as popular as boy groups. I think it's misogyny, but does it go deeper than that?

see our thoughts below the cut!

sullflower: I don’t really think about it, but I’m sure it has to do with misogyny and people prefer girl crush concepts.

iyokans: (hiatus)

heonies: i’m not really great at expressing my opinions on these things, but i agree with everything everyone else has said, especially about internalised misogyny. i also feel like a lot of fans just don’t give other groups a chance when they’re not backed by a big company with a giant budget.

jiaerrs: i’m echoing everyone else in that it’s totally some internalized misogyny going on. it’s really damn ridiculous that a lot of female kpop stans only care about a certain type of girl group (notably girl crush-like groups) because it’s like, typical white feminist rhetoric. females should be celebrated in all forms and in all concepts, and it’s ridiculous that they can only be appealing whenever they’re badass/hard and wanna kick some dude’s ass. don’t get me wrong though: i love girl crush concepts to death, but it feels like a lot of female kpop stans seem to only like them bc they remind them so much of their male faves……also companies don’t wanna invest heavily in a group unless they bring boy group level money, and longevity is difficult to obtain with girl groups bc they don’t have a strong enough female base to keep them on top. because let’s be real: uncle fans stop giving a fuck after a while and go on with another younger act (ew), but the ride or die people are the female fans. 

katypery: yeah it goes deeper since misogyny brings other preconceptions about women and their achievements. it already starts when some companies would rather promote their boy groups properly than girl groups because fangirls give a lot of attention to them even if they’re relatively new. now when it comes to girl groups it’s harder because of the lack of promotions and interest which is upsetting.

sunjis: well, basically the base is misogyny lol and ggs being less popular than bgs is one of the consequences

sooyulti:it is indeed misogyny, no matter what girl groups can do or achieve first, boy groups will always get /that/ praise for doing exactly the same thing later on, it makes me sad that girl groups dont get the recognition they deserve

wonhosoks:im a fan of both gg and bg so i enjoy both and i don’t really think about it much and just let it be…but somtimes i do think its unfair that gg get treated or reacted differently to bgs…hmm

euechas: that’s a good question and honestly i have no idea. maybe it has something to do with the fact that most (note, not all) hardcore kpop fans are girls and therefore they fall easier for the boy groups?

1krystaljung: oh it’s definitley misogyny/internalized misogyny lol. girls can work just as hard and be just as talented and will still continue to be overlooked. it seems a large amount of kpop fans don’t even give ggs a chance before dismissing them, just because they’re a gg.

seuhgi:yeah i guess it’s misogyny :/ and also that it goes deeper than that anyway. i wouldn’t know why exactly though, i just think it’s frustrating somehow.

prkchaeyoung:i think a lot of it has to do with misogyny, especially internalized misogyny, but for others it’s just a matter of preference. but overall, i don’t think there’s one specific answer to this question as there’s so many factors to be considered and analyzed.

jeonghsk: -

monoka:there are certain ggs that are as popular as bgs or more, but some ppl are too obsessed with “who is more popular” and who sells more qs, like it’s a competition all the time. i just wanna enjoy things and support the ppl i like. i also wish success to every gg obvs.

kkuks: (hiatus)

xiyeons: -

baechus: I do think it’s misogyny and sometimes it really frustrates me to see girls fangirling over abs and not supporting girl groups. Also, I think majority of kpop stans only support groups that have the “girl crush concept” and don’t even consider the cutesy concept groups also, I think 70% of kpop fandom is kinda shallow, they sometimes only care about looks and what’s trending now, so…

[arringtondblake]

Frequently Asked Qs

First - a huge, heartfelt thank you to everyone that has read and commented on ‘All That Remains Now Echoes’. I was so, so nervous to post the first chapter. Your support has meant the world to me!! Thank you, thank you, **THANK YOU**. Secondly, many of you are asking the same questions about the story. As such, I thought I would start a post that would answer some of them! I love comments, questions, and discussion. Feel free to message me with any questions or comments you have! Q: Why is this in Laurel’s POV? Will the whole thing be in Laurel’s POV? A: Several reasons. Firstly, as a reader I love reading Olicity from the POV of other characters. Especially since Oliver and Felicity are often oblivious. Secondly, I wanted to challenge myself to write this story in such a way that Laurel seems like a human rather than a plot device or an unmotivated villain. Telling some of the story from her POV both challenged me and allowed me to do this. Thirdly, Laurel’s POV allows me to stay in touch with characters like Sara and Tommy, and plot lines like Tommy’s club that would be difficult other wise. BUT that being said, no, the whole story is not from her POV. I rotate POVs every few chapters. We will see parts of the story from Felicity’s POV as well.  Q: Will we see flashbacks? Will we find out about the scars? etc. A: Yes and No. I am largely staying away from flashback chunks that would be similar to Flashbacks on the show. BUT dreams, conversations, and nightmares will definitely illuminate more of what happened to Felicity on the island.

Q: Will we find out what the fight was about? A: We will find out how Felicity and Oliver feel and felt about the fight. 

[hockeyismyreligon]

Music tag Rules: Using only one band, answer the following questions. Then, tag ten people. 
Tagged by @all-together-run-for-cover thanks nerd 
Surprise surprise I’m gonna use the weeknd 
What’s your gender?: Stargirl interlude Describe yourself: Prisoner How do you feel?: can’t feel my face If you could go anywhere: Montreal 
Favorite mode of transportation: Sidewalks If your life was a TV show: Attention Relationship status: echoes of silence 
 Greatest fear: Six feet under I tag: @coach-qs-stache @lawcrouse @artturi-lehky @lookitsham @katxhavok @jonnytoews-19 if you guys wanna :)

[jkbaws]

Jennie unnie! I wanted to say you looked amazing at the Chanel exhibition! As expected you had this BLINK's heart beating wild! I don't know if you got to take part in picking what to wear but any advice for summer going into fall styles? You always look so simple and classy so I'd love some tips! Hope you're doing well, fighting!

hello there, my blingie. thank you! be careful, okay? we don’t want your heart bursting out of your chest. keep it intact so you can continue loving me 😘 stylists dress me up for official schedules but i do have a say in what i wear ultimately. all of us girls in the group actively discuss with our stylists. and awh, so sweet of you to come to me for advice. i appreciate it. i’m no expert but i do have a lot of interest in fashion so sure! i’ll indulge you with a some tips.

layering is the perfect strategy for extending your summer faves into fall, but keep it simple to avoid looking like you’re being eaten alive by your own outfit. the keyword is moderation! don’t let your outfit wear you! make sure you have no more than three levels of layering going on. i personally only do two at most. pile on the layers to keep yourself feeling comfy during those fall wind gusts, but keep some skin exposed, too. besides being ideal for finicky temperatures, the look is subtle and sexy. pairing a dark layer like a black blazer over a pretty summer staple will add another few months to the pretty dress you can’t bear to put away at the end of the season. tights are obviously the go-to. a simple opaque tights in addition to your classic black shorts can already do the trick for you. but of course, you don’t have to cover your gorgeous legs if you don’t want to or feel the need to. i actually don’t really do it much. i just like to flaunt them and you can, too! give a nod to fall by settling for dark shoes and heavier fabrics on bottom instead of stockings. sometimes making a seasonal transition can be as simple as extending your sleeve length. at the end of the day, the best fashion is what you feel confident in.

thank you for the question! i hope you’re doing well, too.

MUCH LOVEfrom your Jxx

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“Getting Worse and Worse”: Trump Blasts Facebook for Banning Conservatives

This week, Facebook banned Paul Joseph Watson, Alex Jones, Milo Yiannopoulos, and Laura Loomer from the site, claiming they are engaging in hateful, abusive content that is not appropriate for the platform. In a statement, Facebook denied that the right-leaning approach of the banned individuals had anything to do with their dismissal from the site.

“We’ve always banned individuals or organizations that promote or engage in violence and hate, regardless of ideology. The process for evaluating potential violators is extensive and it is what led us to our decision to remove these accounts today,” Facebook said.

The site also banned left-wing, Muslim provocateur Louis Farrakhan, apparently in an effort to prove that they were being balanced in their discernment. If that was the game being played, it was spoiled by media outlets like The Atlantic and the Washington Post, both of which carelessly lumped Farrakhan in with the rest of the “right-wing extremists.”

Meanwhile, over on Twitter, actor James Woods was locked out of his account for tweeting about the Mueller report.

“‘If you try to kill the King, you best not miss’ #HangThemAll,” Woods wrote.

Apparently the “HangThemAll” hashtag was too much for Twitter’s sensitive ears, and they relieved him of his posting privileges.

In his own tweets this weekend, President Trump blasted the social media titans for trampling free expression.

“I am continuing to monitor the censorship of AMERICAN CITIZENS on social media platforms,” Trump tweeted. “This is the United States of America — and we have what’s known as FREEDOM OF SPEECH! We are monitoring and watching, closely!!”

After mentioning Woods, Watson, and viral conservative stars Diamond & Silk, Trump said: “It’s getting worse and worse for conservatives on social media!”

As private companies, of course, Twitter and Facebook are allowed to ban whomever they want for whatever reason they want, and that’s probably the way it should remain. It might be tempting to bring the heavy hand of the U.S. government to bear on this unfair, biased situation, but that would likely create many more problems than it would solve. It would be nice to have social media networks that respected free speech and protected unpopular points of view, but that’s for an enterprising entrepreneur to figure out, not Congress.

Free speech will live on, regardless of what Zuckerberg and Dorsey do on their respective platforms. Those that want to seek out Alex Jones and Laura Loomer can still do so. We may not care for Silicon Valley’s approach to conservatism and/or other right-wing viewpoints, but the answer lies in finding new homes for our social media discourse. Unfortunately, this can lead to the creation of even more echo chambers and “safe spaces” where no one on one side ever hears a word from the other side. But until we collectively agree that it’s better to argue it out than to stamp our feet in separate rooms, that’s just going to be the way that it is.

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