#I'll do one of kevin someday

[j3nnix]

guess who's here...

THE SCRUNKLY!!!1!!11!!!1!1 HIS HEAD IS HUGE I LOVE HIM

I suck at doing this kind of things (the poor thing is all stained with glue...)

but if you want to make your own here is the template!! I made it myself :D

If anyone tries it I'd like to see it. You can tag me in the post!

the little strebers will rule the planet 

[megamagimugi]

(M) 331 poster and sketches

I absolutely love this fanfic by Yoshi_with_hat on AO3 and personally consider it a masterpiece, one of the best this fandom has to offer. Might be my personal favorite if it's even possible to pick just one. So I decided to show my love for it in the best way I know how: by doing more fanart! I went with a poster this time.

I wanted to do more. This story deserves it. But eventually only made this poster and a few sketches and didn't really want to wait anymore to post them. Maybe I'll do more someday since I regularly reread this story, but for now I'm afraid that's it.

The sketches, however, contain major spoilers. Please, I beg of you, if you haven't read the story yet, skip the sketches. This fic's greatest strength, other than its well crafted characters, is without a doubt its plot with some brilliant twists you couldn't possibly predict. If you've already read it, feel free to take a look though. If you're curious, then please, read the story until the end first. I highly recommend it to any Mario fan, especially anyone who likes Mario 2D platformers.

Speaking of which, I think this is a perfect spot to put the link to the story:

Alright. So, as for the spoilery sketches.

Here they are:

72 wall jumping out of the pit, Bowser carrying 42 and Peach (with Kevin's wand) on his shoulders, and 304 telling Loggi what he did.

Now, after my fourth reread I must say one thing. This fic made me cry twice this time (honestly don't remember if it did on my previous reads, but maybe? probably?). I don't even cry at movies very often, let alone written word. It's so rare! And it's all because of 304. Yes, his thought process was flawed and eventually he did a horrible thing, but other than that I relate to him way too much, with him being rejected for no clear reason when he only wanted to be accepted and make some friends... Man. It just hits too close to home. When #1 cried for him, I could certainly relate :')

Alright. Dear Yoshi_with_hat, if you see this, I really hope you like it. And thank you for writing this amazing fanfic.

[daisyvisions]

10 79 99 w juyo

im just doing all the members <3 take ur time

(this was supposed to be out for his bday but life happened 🥴 belated hbd to our juyo still!)

Behave...

Member + Prompts: Lee Juyeon (TBZ) + 10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”, 79. “Behave.”, & 99 .“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), brat taming, bratty reader x brother’s best friend!au, hard dom, dubcon, fingering, overstimulating, squirting, Juyeon’s a lil perv (if you squint), dacryphilia (ish?)

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka dubcon) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

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Juyeon had seen you almost every single day since you were kids. Not only was he your neighbor, but he also happened to be one of your brother’s closest friends.

Growing up, you were seen as the annoying little sister who would always try to play with your brother and his friends. And for some reason, you insisted on staying beside Juyeon every single time. Always trying to link arms with him, show him the things you would create, etc.

To you, no one else mattered in the room except for Juyeon. There was just something about him that always had you sticking to him like a magnet (…or maybe because you had a fat crush on him).

But for Juyeon? It was annoying as hell. The more you kept on clinging onto him, his patience was wearing thin.

That’s how this whole rift between the two of you started when you accidentally overheard Juyeon ranting to Kevin that you were getting on his nerves and that he just wished you could back off. It broke your tiny little heart into pieces.

Since then, you distanced yourself and became more hostile towards him, trying to find ways to push him away so you wouldn’t get hurt again.

Juyeon didn’t pick up this new attitude of yours at first but when you started becoming more snarky and rolling your eyes at him, it pissed him off even more than you being clingy.

And that’s what you did through the years growing up together: nothing but pure pettiness and bickering, more than your actual brother!

However, neither of you expected that some of these fights ended up becoming more flirtatious and suggestive as you both went through your teenage years.

Naturally, it gave you some confused feelings about him (especially when puberty did him so good…) and Juyeon was well aware that some of his words came off too flirty or suggestive (and yes, some were on purpose). How could he resist? Especially when your puberty hit you like a damn freight train.

One day you were this annoying little clingy girl then next thing you know you’re walking around the house wearing those skimpy little shorts that hugged the globes of your ass so perfectly. and what a sight it was indeed (especially when you would bend to pick something up from the floor.)

But what really riled him up the most was when you would act like a brat towards him… oh how he wished to put you in your place someday and teach you a lesson.

— — — — — — —

It was 10:17 PM and you were heading out to meet some friends at this newly open bar to just drink and have fun, making sure to wear the cutest top and matching skirt along with some of your favorite accessories.

As you were walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water before heading out, your body accidentally collides with another figure. “Really? isn’t that skirt a little too short on you?”

Oh… It's Juyeon…

“What does it matter to you?” you snap back.

“You could at least cover up or something.” he retorted.

“Who are you, my dad? Why don't you just shut up and mind your business you prude.” You look in his eyes before you walk past him, slightly bumping into his shoulder on purpose.

“Fucking brat…” he muttered to himself, trying to ignore the slight twitch in his crotch area because admittedly, the outfit you wore was incredibly hot to say the least.

“Okay! Going! I'll text you, bye!” You shout to your brother in the living room as he and his other friends were playing a video game. “Kay, bye!” He shouts, still looking at the screen.

“Are you just gonna allow her to go out dressing like that?” Juyeon asks your brother, but he shrugs and ignores him, failing to notice the overprotective tone in Juyeon’s voice.

Hours pass and Juyeon does nothing but nervously shake his leg and glance at the clock every five minutes. Why does he feel so anxious and nervous all of a sudden?

It’s not like this is the first time you’ve gone out dressing up like that. And it’s not the first time you’ve been out too late either. So what made tonight different from the rest?

His internal thoughts were cut off when he heard your brother’s phone ring with you asking to be picked up from the bar. But before your brother even gets up from the couch, Juyeon immediately cuts him off.

“I can pick her up if you want. I don't mind.” he eagerly says.

“Oh really you sure? Thanks man! You know where to find the keys.”

Nodding his head, Juyeon pushes himself off the armchair and heads straight to the car to go you.

— — — — — — —

“What the fuck is he doing here?” you mutter to yourself as you see your brother’s car pull up at front of the bar but Juyeon in the driver’s seat instead.

“Get in.” Juyeon utters. You open the the car door and slide into the passenger seat.

“Why are YOU picking me up?” you snarl at him.

“Just doing your brother a favor.”

“What, so you can continue pissing me off? Don’t you have anything better to do than be obsessed with me?”

“You better watch that fucking attitude…” Juyeon’s hand on the wheel tightening the more you keep on fighting back, the whites of knuckles instantly popping out.

“Why don't you make me-” Before you can even finish your sentence, Juyeon’s large strong hand grips your exposed inner thigh.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and when you turn your head towards him he’s already looking straight at you with his piercing eyes and jaw clenched.

“Behave.” he sternly says.

That’s all it took for you to shut up the whole time driving back home. Juyeon’s hand was still grasping your inner thigh very hard during the drive. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna leave some light bruises the next day.

You bit your lower lip so hard trying not to to react with the feeling of Juyeon’s hand dangerously close to your core, your arousal practically blooming through your thin panties.

By the time you get home, you slam the car door and make your way inside. This doesn’t sit well with Juyeon of course so he follows behind you, nagging about how you should fix your attitude.

The sounds of you fighting from the front door of the house travel all the way to the kitchen. Your brother and his other friends treat it like background noise at this point.

“I don't know why you always have to make things so difficult!” Juyeon argued.

“Stop nagging me like you have a say in what I do!” you snap back.

Furious with your attitude, Juyeon grabs both your wrists and pins them on top of the kitchen counter, your back pressed against his chest while his entire body cages you beneath him.

“Such a fucking brat.” He whispers in your ear, the vibrations of his voice making your core slightly throb. You feel his bulge dig in-between your ass and his hot breath fanning the sensitive spot between your neck and ear.

The words are caught up in your throat, struggling to utter even a one-worded response to him. You almost let a loud whimper come out of your mouth instead when you feel Juyeon’s hand snake under your skirt, aggressively pulling your panties to the side and sliding two digits in-between your soaking folds.

“I’m gonna put you in your place, show you what happens if you keep being a brat in front of me” he whispered.

Juyeon instantly forces his two fingers inside your weeping hole, fucking them in and out of you without any warning whatsoever. You mewl at the rough sensation it brings you. “F-ffuck- Juyeon wait-”

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he increases the pace of his fingers to the point you hear the wetness of your own arousal squelching. But when he starts curling his long fingers inside you, hitting that gummy spot you could never reach with your own fingers, you let out a desperate moan.

Juyeon quickly covers your mouth with his other hand, making you remember that your brother and his friends were just in the other room.

“Shhhh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” Juyeon smirks. Hearing your muffled moans against his hand made his cock strain in his jeans, digging into your ass even more.

Juyeon continues to curl and pump his fingers into you at an ungodly pace, you mind slowly entering into subspace from how good it actually feels.

You suddenly see a flash of white before your eyes as you cry from the pleasure of your high unexpectedly hitting you harder than it has ever did before.

But Juyeon doesn't stop there. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you like his life depended on it, his free hand snaking under your skirt to vigorously rub your overly sensitive bud.

“Ju-juyeon s-stoooppp-” You hazily say, now covering your mouth with your own hand.

“Nope, wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with the sensations, the pleasure now turning slightly into pain. You quietly scream into your hand as you feel your abdomen explode, feeling your juices squirting out of you, running down your legs and onto the kitchen floor.

The moment Juyeon saw the mess happening below, he did nothing but smile from ear to ear and let out a satisfied hum. Before he leaves, his hands travel back to your waist and leans in forward to whisper in your ear once again,

“The next time you decide to become a brat, I’m not gonna be nice about it…”

[hellparkri]

Kevin Stoley

-They are just bad dreams, nothing more. Just fall asleep at once, Kevin, you're almost eighteen, you're going to school and you have a girlfriend, you've got to grow up-...

 These were his sister's words to reassure him after a nightmare. Kevin was a weird guy, but weird in a good way, Kevin was very interested in science fiction and comics. His room reflected this very well: From posters of  giant Star Treks that filled the entire ceiling of his room, to a complete collection of Star Wars lightsabers. If you needed someone to tell you about a universe that involved a minimum of spaceships, whether it was any comic, book, movie or video game, chances are Kevin Stoley had you covered. This perhaps doesn't sound so bad; But Kevin's sister: Esther, I knew Kevin was a bit of a person... "Sensitive", Kevin used to present constant nightmares with monsters from video games and movies, this would not have any problem if Kevin was still in his childhood, but the problem that his sister had was that her brother was seventeen years old, this was just almost sad, and although Esther was always happy to comfort her brother,  Even she was starting to get irritated from getting up at one in the morning every night to tell her brother that the stain wasn't real and that she wasn't going to kill him.

"I know, but you really have to treat me like a little boy because of that?"

-Listen, just try to fall asleep today without getting up, OK? I have an online exam tomorrow and I should be **super** rested. Esther smiled at her brother one last time and kissed his forehead.

-Argh! Esther, you know I don't like this, it's embarrassing and I'm too old for you to kiss me. Kevin complained while frowning a little. His sister still treated him as if he were ten years old. Although well, he was the one who asked her for help when she woke up from a bad dream

-Kevin, first of all I remind you that I still have to come to comfort you almost every night, second: You shouldn't act like that with those who give you love. His sister asked as she looked at him with that smile that his brother had seen so much before falling asleep.

-Well, obviously not... Maybe because she's not my sister! Kevin shouted in a friendly tone and somewhat sorry for having to wake up his little sister practically every night.

"Look, Kevin, you shouldn't feel ashamed that your sister shows you care, if she didn't, she wouldn't come to wish you goodnight. Besides, who knows if this will be the last time I'll see you, who knows and I'll die in my sleep. we should not be like this with anyone, much less your old reliable little sister! Esther made jazz hands while spreading a big smile on her cheeks. Kevin, on the other hand, just smiled and hugged his sister, that smile of Esther's had now stuck to him too, and he couldn't help but just hug his sister for a while.

"Esther, I promise I won't wake you up today, you always worry about me, it's the least I can do..." Kevin was about to shed a tear when his sister stroked his hair and said:

"Oh, Kevin, you don't need to, just for today, will you?" Someday I'm not going to be there for you, and I hope Red is there to take care of you, I don't know. I only ask you to give it a try tonight. His sister winked at him confidently and left his brother's room, but not before turning off the light in the room and closing the door.

The hours passed; Kevin was already asleep in a light sleep, barely four hours had passed since he had gone to sleep. It was two in the morning, that day it rained incessantly for hours and hours, from morning until almost sunset, it was really an extraordinary event, at first he was relieved not to have school, but "as happened to almost all the children in the town and its surroundings" he realized that the signal was unstable and the light was even worse,  It was almost a miracle that their computer or TV had not short-circuited so many times that they were victims of sudden blackouts. That rain was an event that the whole town would remember for several years to come... And even more, he suffered the tragedy of not being able to play any of his video games for long and agonizing hours, he was truly sure that he had suffered more than everyone in the village combined.

But that didn't matter anymore; The rain had ended a few hours before he went to sleep and all he could hear now was only the loud barking of a dog that seemed to be trying to scare something away. Those loud screams were enough to wake Kevin, who had been sleeping too light for as long as he could remember, so anything no matter how insignificant it seemed was almost certain to wake him up.

"Hell, is it that no one is capable of going to calm their dog?" Kevin said quietly as he rubbed his eyes somewhat irritated. After a few minutes of trying to go back to sleep Kevin noticed that he was simply not able to do it anymore, but it did not seem strange to him nor was it like that in general, once something woke him up it was almost impossible for him to go back to sleep without someone asking him. That was mainly the reason why his sister always had to come and make him sleep. "Or at least that's what was always said in his mind."

Kevin got up: He was short in stature, his hair was straight but extremely soft, his face had some acne marks and he had to wear glasses because of his myopia. He wasn't the most attractive guy, but that didn't matter to him, Kevin used to be quite friendly with everyone around him and "even though he never wanted to admit it" he always thought of others and others thought of him. This had given him quite a few friendships and he was generally appreciated by everyone around him. Kevin put on his glasses and walked to the window of his room and silently admired the stars for a while; With his hands he began to draw the face of his beloved Red MacArthur in the air. She thought for a while what she would think of him if she found out that he still needed someone to comfort him before sleeping, that was the most precious secret Kevin Stoley had, because if someone found out, well... I only knew that at least I would be the laughingstock of the school for five painful months. He quickly shook his head and forgot about that thought, still in his pajamas he decided to go out to his backyard and walk around a little until he got sleepy. But even worse was that she felt that her sister was lying to her, she felt as if she only wanted him to grow up and stop waking her up every blessed night just because a dog barked too loudly or because she dreamed that a monster was devouring him alive. That was indeed the most troubled in his mind. The teasing was temporary, but feeling like a martyr to someone you love was truly the painful thing.

Again he tried to forget those intrusive thoughts and went down in silence so as not to wake anyone up to his backyard. He felt something strange in that place, the screams of that dog had stopped, there was not a single hint of sound in the whole place... Kevin felt a déjà bu, it seemed as if he had already experienced this before; In a dream from many years ago, perhaps. He could not remember for sure what it was that bothered him so much, he felt that he was going to die soon, that there was something extremely wrong in that tranquility of the night, he simply felt... false.

His thoughts short-circuited when he heard something go up near his house, he turned to his right corner; from where the sound had originated and he saw a person climb the fence. He stepped back a little frightened, but it seemed as if the person who had just crossed the fence of his home was not very uneasy or scared.

"Tally-ho, Kevin!"

"What, who the hell are you!?" - Kevin slowly backed away as he watched as the person approached him. It looked like it had some strange fake "wings" and "horns" on its back and forehead as it tried to hide its teeth with a short smile.

"Oh, don't you really remember my name?" Oh Kevin, look how much you've grown! Are you still with Red? Or even better, do you happen to know where Damien is?" said the intruder as he approached with a big smile; His teeth being somewhat long and even somewhat sharp, his clothes were too clean and shiny, but he noticed that there was a little bit of what seemed to be a strange black liquid in one of its corners.

"D-Damien!?" Eh-listen~ j-just get out of here! I-I'm going to call the police if you don't leave~-

"Oh Kevin, would you really do that with your old friend Pip?" I doubt it, now be a good boy and tell me if you've seen Damien anywhere, he's been spending a lot of time on earth and I'm starting to worry already!" Pip started to walk nonchalantly towards Kevin, staring at him, penetrating into Kevin's soul with is purple eyes, even when the boy with glasses tried to scream, Phillip was just getting closer and faster towards him,  until finally stopping for a second; Kevin watched as Pip's expression for the first time denoted some anger and frustration.

-Kevin Kevin Kevin... Do you really not remember my name mhm? Okay, I get it, I was never the most popular or the most loved. That doesn't make me angry... What makes me angry is that you don't want to cooperate..." Pip quickly approached Kevin; Who, helplessly, looked at a great and sharp smile, the blond one formed on his face; his teeth opening massively until revealing that in his mouth there were only rows after rows of sharp teeth, Kevin heard how the jaw tore and stretched to inhuman reaches; Phillip's skin stretched and revealed Phillip's red-hot skin, you could even see Phillip's throbbing veins, the two long horned ones began to slowly expand on Pip's forehead as he laughed maniacally in an increasingly distorted and heartbreaking voice, two long tongues that looked as if they belonged to a snake peeked out before Kevin's helpless gaze; Who only tried to struggle in vain and scream for help.

It was a great and agonizing scream that woke Esther up: it seemed that it came from her backyard, but first she went to check her brother's room as a precaution. "He's not there..." she said to herself in her mind. But Esther didn't feel real panic, the fences in her neighborhood were not very long and this meant that rodents and other wild animals often scurried around the yards, Kevin was already quite afraid of animals such as raccoons and mice, so knowing his brother he had probably only met one of these animals and got a good scare... and, hearing no more screams, he assumed that Kevin had calmed down and probably only admired the nightscape.

She calmly went downstairs and turned on the lights in the living room, but her expression changed completely when she saw what appeared to be a monster on top of her brother's inert body.

That demon looked at her with blood in her mouth for a few seconds; Their pupils were extremely small and luminous: of which a mixture of purple and red light was visible through them. Esther screamed and rushed to save her brother, Pip on the other hand fled the scene quickly. But that was the least that could matter to Esther at that moment, she went to see if her precious brother was still alive, but a quick inspection of what was left of his face and torso was enough to confirm that nothing could be done to save him.

[jaguarys]

top 10 favorite movies of all time, and why they made the list!

Ok so I haven't been a movie person for years BUT that's recently changed. Watched like 10 movies in the last two weeks lol. That being said my movie education is lacking so bear that in mind and do not begrudge me <33

Heathers (came across it at the worst time (sixteen) and it unfortunately made a permanent impact on my psyche. I have extremely strong opinions on pretty much every aspect)

The Pirates of Penzance (specifically the 1983 version. Kevin Kline is the reason I'm gay. Started my lifelong pirate AND musical obsession. The reason I'm Like This)

Narnia: the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (grahh grahh grahhhhh someday I'll write some Narnia fanfic. I love the whole series but this one has my heart)

A Silent Voice (watched it at the best time for it to have maximum impact on me. One of the only cases where I think it functions much much better as a movie than manga. Gorgeous and impactful though far from perfect)

Mirrormask (one of my childhood Weird Ass Movies. Slightly freaky and very pretty. I need to rewatch it 'cause it's been literally forever)

Star Wars: Rogue One (hot take, but my favorite of the SW movies. It just has my favorite themes and I love a non-Jedi POV)

Coraline (Once again, just gorgeous and such a fun story. I don't think there's anything to say that hasn't been said frankly)

Spirited Away (it was really hard for me to choose which Ghibli to go with. Other options were Ponyo or Totoro or Mononoke. But yeah)

The Breakfast Club (obviously such a classic. Has its issues but it's just so fun)

The Truman Show (watched this for the first time like a year ago and ugh the themes... the motifs.... yadda yadda. Love)

EDIT: I FORGOT THE PRINCESS BRIDE. Bonus movie.

[astercontrol]

Who is your User, Program?

Well… there's no way to make this easy, really.

Several different perspectives on that complex question, "Who is your User?"… as directed toward the MCP himself.

On the Tron Wiki, both Gibbs and Dillinger are listed.

Looking for evidence of these claims in onscreen canon of the '82 movie, there's clear support for Dillinger:

I may be missing something, but I don't see any explicit claim of Walter Gibbs as the MCP's User…

...although he IS explicitly stated to be the founder of ENCOM, so it seems likely he would have been involved in writing the MCP when it was a chess program.

(His own program, Dumont, at least confirms he was there at the time.)

(Interestingly, right after Dumont says he's "old enough to remember the MCP when it was just a chess program," his next words are "He started small, and he'll end small." Someday I'll have to analyze in more depth these alternating he/it pronouns for MCP. Perhaps "it" was the pronoun used back in the Chess Days?)

The prologue of the Tron: Betrayal comic offers another perspective on MCP's creation, but this is narrated by a version of Dumont who…. seems to have vastly distorted memories of what actually happened:

"FLYNN WAS UNLIKE THE OTHER USERS. HE WAS, AND IS, A CREATOR. HE MADE ORDER FROM THE CHAOS OF ONES AND ZEROES."

…um. I think you transposed the words "chaos" and "order" there, program.

"HIS FINEST CREATION, THE MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM, REBELLED AND TRIED TO DESTROY HIM. THE MCP BROUGHT FLYNN TO THE GRID."

…setting aside the confusion of what exactly "The Grid" refers to here… even IF Kevin Flynn created the MCP, I cannot imagine anyone calling it his "finest" creation.

(Even by Flynn's own evaluation, at the time of the '82 movie, his infiltrator program Clu1 was "the best program ever written." Sorry, MCP, that sweet little User's boy is better'n you.)

But anyway.

The Tron Wiki acknowledges that Dumont's narration here is incorrect:

But we do, at least, know that Flynn interacted in some capacity with the MCP when it was a chess program:

Could he have worked on beta-testing and/or debugging the chess functions?

If not the original programmer, he may at least have been involved in development of the MCP, in some capacity.

But now let's look at the MCP's own viewpoint on its origin.

When Dillinger says "I wrote you!" this is how MCP responds:

He doesn't contradict Dillinger's claim to have written him, but he dismisses it as unimportant, in light of how far he's come since Dillinger did any of that writing.

Then, when Sark makes a similar admonishment:

This time, the MCP does contradict him, claiming he doesn't have one singular User. Rather, he considers himself a collaborative project so vast that any individual contributor is unimportant.

So, even if Dillinger and Gibbs-- and maybe Flynn-- were all involved in developing him… from his own hubris-soaked perspective, none of it even matters.

Is this the face of his original User? Who cares. He started small and he ended small.

[kevinsbitch]

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

pt 4 (finale):

Neil crouches beside Kevin. He doesn't say anything for endless minutes. Then, he jumps up and take a step backwards. Kevin thinks that Neil feels uncomfortable with him being so close. But what Neil says is completely different from what Kevin thinks.

"So, I'm not good enough for you, then?" Neil's voice is trembling.

"What?" Kevin looks up in incomprehension. He blinks stupidly and can't say a word more. It's him who isn't good enough. What is that dumb Josten talking about? Neil looks sad and slightly angry.

"You like me, Kevin, and you know I like you too. But, perhaps, I'm just not good enough for you. Sorry for being a disappointment, Kevin, but fuck you. I don't need you, you hear me? I already have—"

He can't finish his sentence because Andrew interrupts him with his sharp voice.

"Truth, Neil."

Neil flinches and speaks quieter.

"Okay," says Neil and looks straight in Kevins eyes, "Maybe I need you."

Kevin's gaze shifts from one man to another. Why is Andrew here? Why he wants Neil to tell him the truth? What truth?

"What do you want?" The only question Kevin can come up with.

"To be with us," Neil almost whispers.

"Okay. Back to normal, then?" Kevin tries to smile but he can't. Andrew steps closer to him.

"You don't get it, Kevin. Neil asks you to be with us, not just be back to normal."

"With... What? What do you mean...? What? You're kidding me, right? Stop it. You'll break me, Andrew." It sounds like a plea. Kevin's chest feels tight. He doesn't know why Andrew is being so cruel to him.

"Are you still sure about him, Neil?" asks Andrew, his voice is doubtful.

"Yes. Kevin, are you that stupid?"

"You're asking me to be with you, I get it. Isn't it cheating?" Kevin says after minutes of silence.

"You see someone offended here or what?"

"You don't even like me, Andrew. Why?"

Andrew buries his face in his hands and groans, "I hate you."

"That's what I'm talking about. You want to see me and him together and suffer from it? Or you just want to have a reason to kill me someday?"

"He doesn't hate you. Neither of us. He just like this word, I think," says Neil and Kevin doesn't look at him, but his voice sounds like he's smiling right now.

"He keeps telling me that," says Kevin, like Andrew isn't in this room with them.

"Yeah, me too. But I stopped believing him ages ago," Neil sounds joyful and Kevin doesn't know the reason of his joy.

Kevin knows that Andrew hates him. And he knew that since they first met. And it was safe to think about Andrew's hatred, because Kevin could hate him in return. It was the only thing he allowed himself to feel since that day.

If Andrew doesn't hate him, then...

You're not allowed, Kevin. Don't even think about it. You need to control yourself. Now Andrew is going to say that it's a joke. Just a cruel joke, and even if Kevin doesn't know why they treat him like that, he will forgive them. Perhaps he deserves something like that? Andrew interrupts this dangerous train of thoughts with his strict voice.

"Listen to me carefully, Kevin," Andrew comes close to him and Kevin can smell his perfume. He feels dizzy. "I'll give you one chance. You need to decide whether you want it or not. Just say no, and it'll stop everything. Just say it."

"You want me to say no?" Kevin asks, but he already has an answer.

"I just want your answer. Give it to me, but be honest with yourself."

"I want it more than anything," Kevin's heart is racing in his chest but he finally feels a great sense of relief. "I want to be with you. If you just let me, I'll be perfect for you, I'll do my best, I promise."

"Shut up. I don't want to see you even trying that," says Andrew, trying to sound irritated.

"Kevin, you already are," says Neil, when he holds his cold hands. "And Andrew really likes you," Neil whispers in his ear. "So am I."

Then Neil kisses him softly and Andrew sighs loudly. Everything feels perfect now.

The end.

(you can also find it on ao3)

[itsjaywalkers]

OKAY MY SWEET STARFLY i just finished footloose n you are SOOO right. it's sm better than the original like,,,the dialogue flows a lot better n the soundtrack mmmm so good

obviously i can't consume anything without inserting marauders into it—james is so ren oml!!! willard n him are james n sirius coded ESPECIALLY the montage of ren teaching willard to dance

"do you wanna kiss me?" "someday." JEGULUSSSS you're so right i need a fic of them. regulus as the reverends son??? james as the new guy from the city who just messes everything up???? i need it so bad

sorry, i need to talk abt the scene of ren just going off in the garage,,,to quote my mother who walked in during it, "who would even do this?" all i can imagine is james busting a move n it makes me giggle. that scene will always give me secondhand embarrassment i actually cannot. although, the gymnastic moves really got me cause those were really good

overall the movie was MUCH MUCH MUCH better than the remake n kevin bacon was soo fine in it n i will die on that hill. a 10/10 watch for sure

FIRST OF ALL...... MY SWEET STARFLY IS SUCH A CUTE TERM OF ENDEARMENT . IM LOWKEY OBSESSED . I ADORE UUUU

i'm so glad u enjoyed it <3 like, don't get me wrong, i always have so much fun watching the remake too, but u simply can't compare!! the original is the original for a reason yk?? i think the remake does a decent job of adapting the dance scenes to . more modern dance styles etc etc but that's about it. the only things i like better in the remake are . miles teller (especially him learning how to dance) and the line dance scene!! bc it's iconic!! and that one moment between ren and ariel (u know which one) is so fucking HOT the chemistry is insane and i've seen sex scenes look less like sex than that one sequence of them dancing

THE DO YOU WANNA KISS ME SOMEDAY SCENE MAKES ME SCREAM EVERY SINGLE TIMEEEEE GOD THEY'RE EVERYTHING and yesss you get, it just fits jegulus so well.. reg as the reverend's son + him leading a double life is Perfect.................. AND JAMES BEING A CITY BOY NEW IN TOWN AND TURNING EVERYTHING UPSIDE DOWN HELL YESSSS also ren has THE cocky vibes + some underlaying anger issues !! sooooo james coded imo

LISTEN THATS SCENE IS SO FUCKING ICONIC AND THE DANCE GOES HARD but yeah the secondhand embarrassment is also there and very much real.. i'll always love it tho!! i watched it when i was younger and still a dancer and it had me in awe so it's . special to me <3

IM SO GIDDY ABOUT U WATCHING FOOTLOOSE (the good one) BC I RECCED IT !!! AND THE FACT THAT U LIKED IT SO MUCH !!! BEST THING EVER and kevin bacon looked Perfect i had the biggest crush on him in that movie (still do tbh)

kissing u all over MWAH

[melodythebunny]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆WELCOME to my dreamscape!⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

(also known as my blog)

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i'm Melody! You can call me Mel if you want. o₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

-Please read through this before interacting!-

I draw....like...ALOT. No seriously! I can fill up an entire notebook in a short time period. both traditional and digital art...though I tend to have my time to post my digital works.

I also write and love LOVE LOVE! To read. Pretty much a book worm also.

I have a sweet tooth and occasionally I love eating savoury foods.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼 𓋼 𖤣𖥧 𓋼𓍊

My hyperfixtations can be and not limit to:

Wordgirl, Eddsworld, Adventure Time, BATIM, Cuphead, DHMIS, bee and puppycat, and undertale/deltarune

I like to make ocs. Be for a fandom or original work! („• ֊ •„)੭

Speaking of original works...

Im hoping to turn one of my ideas into an animated series someday!

i really post most of my original content on my side blog @the-mis-adventurers (it means alot to me if you do look at my original work) ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

(ˊ•͈ ◡ •͈ˋ) is okay to ask/do

-art commissions! Only if you want and have the money. Message me about commissions.

-art trades (depends on how busy I am tho)

-collabs/crossovers yes plz!

-rp (also long as it isn't that creepy stuff or adult rps like NSFW, that stuff makes me uncomfortable)

-Art requests are for FRIENDS only. Bc I trust that they will repsect my limits u-u (don't friend me just so you can Free art. (•ˋ _ ˊ•) I AM A PERSON WITH FEELINGS TOO!)

-share headcanons, rant about each others ocs

-tone tags helps with jokes so no one gets confused on anything

❌❌❌ Things I DONT LIKE/accept or have limits with

-venting (venting is OK as long as we KNOW eachother. And we both feel comfortable venting to each it other, keeping in mind that neither of us are professionals/therapist and everyone's experiences are different)

-NSFW, fetishes (this include jokes, asking for me to talk and draw it, rping that, showing any of that to me. ILL BLOCK YOU WITHOUT SECOND THOUGHTS)

-hate talk/speech

-please don't harrass me for art

-trying to bring drama. (I got enough drama to deal with irl )

-Pro shipping and incest (EDIT: including selfcest. Its confusing to me and I don't get it)

keep in mind that if I feel uncomfortable its in my right to block you.

shipsss. Yeah I have ships... (No hate. I understand some of these are considered mid by the vast majority but idc/pos) and I'll update the list over time bc I'm always joining new fandoms.

Experimental cheese (two brains x oc)

star crossed cheese (two brains/Steven x oc)

Bigslie ( Mr. Big x Leslie)

Quesibrent

Plasmarope

whatever the ship between the butcher and dupey is called

tobecky

Whatever the ship between violet and scoops is called

Starco (yeah ik it's mid but I could have written them better)

Jantom (aka the ship between Janna and Tom.)

cherry oreos (if you know you know)

Cherry soda (same with this one)

Dancing portraits

Randy x Theresa (Rc9gn)

edd x coco

Edd x honey(the ship has grown on me)

Eduardo x laurel (depends on the fanon version of they're exes or not)

Eduardo x Claire

(Ik almost nothing about My hero academia but I have two ships) dabi x miruko and izuocha

fluttercord. (I may have fallen out of mlp but this is my forever otp for that fandom)

Sonamy

Silvaze

Tailsmo

Knuckles x Rouge

cherry pie (bob x oc)

Sugar crash (Kevin x oc)

pastel gothic (streber x oc)

deadly love (patty x friend's oc)

inner reflections (Dexter x friend's oc)

Some cool friends/mutuals to check out!

@crazywolf85 @wordgirl-reboot-eva @nyxcharliechaos @animation-is-my-jam @ninjastormhawkkat @drtwobrains @drtwobrainsstuff @professor-boxleitner @oddedd @kagurafernandes @lartmacabre

@earth-420-69. @liloskull343 @pantakichi @bloodthirstypigeon @kadiwright @notsosw3et @peanutbutter-doodles @fluffytimearts @hibiscus-candy @soupsy-daisy @misscreativity94

@luckykaix @spaaceeboyy @lauritanaomystery @sfcabanasstarcgs

Andd A BUNCH of other cool peeps too! 😊

[tv-girllover07]

Something Metal🥁

Kevin × fem!reader

Movie: Metal Lords

Part 2

Blue italic= Thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

“Why?” She asked “Uh…cause then you can get to know people. If you want you can join Hunter and I at lunch, maybe uh make some friends” I said the last part a little bit quieter please say yes “…Okay I’ll come to the party but not for long social things aren’t really my thing” she said and looked around then met my eyes. “Okay well, text me your address and I’ll pick you” I said and she was confused for a second “Oh! Right you have my number. Okay so pick me around 7?” She asked and I nod my head and put my hands in my pockets “I’ll see you at 7.” “Oh and ehh…sorry I called you stupid earlier”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

After Kevin comes to pick me up we drive to the party I sit in the back and don’t really say much while Kevin and Hunter talk about something I’m not even paying attention to once we show up to the party we stand there awkwardly dancing a little to the terrible music.

Kevin’s POV

I’ve never been to a party. I always wondered what people like this did at them. People whose bands didn’t have names like Skullfucker. Now I know. Here we are…in the middle of it all.

Y/n POV

Hunter, Kevin and i are standing off to the side and Kevin sways to the music a little while Hunter looks around from where he’s standing “This rules. Awesome idea” Hunter said sarcastically and I laughed slightly

“He said everyone’s invited” Kevin said yelling slightly over the music and Hunter scoffs “How do they do it?” Kevin said looking around “What are you talking about? This is like three chords and they still can't get it right. They suck. Look at the drummer he’s high out of his mind” Hunter said and you could hear the drummer playing offbeat “I mean, them, all of them. How did they just... do this, like it's the easiest thing ever?” Kevin said curiously, then Hunter puts a hand on Kevin’s shoulder for Kevin to look at him “Okay, listen to me things are gonna happen for us.” Hunter said hyping Kevin up a bit “Someday, all these people are gonna be like, Holy shit! Kevin Schlieb and Hunter Sylvester I went to high school with those guys I could've even hung out with them maybe, but it's gonna be too late, 'cause we're gonna be too busy hanging out with the guys from Iron Maiden.” Hunter finished his little speech, Kevin looks around at all the people drinking, I look up “Wow Hunter that was one of the greatest things you’ve ever said, even though we’re in the same speech class”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

We’re in the living room, Kevin and I have a drink in our hand but Hunter doesn’t which is perfectly fine but I don’t think Hunter like the fact that Kevin’s drinking as we lean against the pillar an Hunter looks at Kevin while he’s drinking “Great” then I turn to my right to see Kevin dancing a little and I decide to join him “Hunter, it's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. Seriously.” Kevin said looking at hunter then looking at me and I give him a smile and go back to dancing with him while hunter just stood there clearly bored. I don’t think Hunter likes me very much.

We go back into the kitchen and get some beer, Kevin and I sit on the bar stools while Hunter just stands there listening to Kevin and I talk “Hunter, seriously, our band is gonna be so awesome. I'm gonna practice like five hours a day. I'm gonna be better than Ringo Starr.” Kevin then gets up and gets a shot and he downed, then he looks at us and throw the cup to the ground “Whoo! Heavy metal rules!” He screams in a deep voice and everyone looks at us I look around and mouth ‘sorry’ to the people around us, “I have to go pee.” He said and patted Hunter on the shoulder “I’ll walk him to the bathroom and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere else” I told Hunter and he nodded

“I'll drive you home when you're finished” Hunter said looking at a very intoxicated Kevin “After. After pee-pee.” He said

After walking kevin to the bathroom making sure he didn’t get lost I wait out side by the pillar just waiting there for him while being on my phone, once he comes out of the bathroom he’s stumbling around and he looks up and sees me standing there waiting for him, he stops walking a stares at me after 10 seconds I look up and see him staring at me “What are you looking at?” I said yelling over the music looking at him confused, he walks up closer “You” he said “Why?”

“Because you're pretty. Why else do people stare at you?” He said kinda fast “People don’t stare at me.” Said bluntly “That's dumb.” He said mumbling “What?” I look at him confused “Why don't they?” “I could give you a million reasons.” I laugh. “My nose is a little too big…I have anger issues…people hate my accent it only happens when I’m mad though, you can hear the accent” as I talked I could tell Kevin was really listening to what I was saying.

(Kevin’s POV)

I am talking to Y/n and I'm not even afraid to talk to her. Beer is amazing. This party was a great idea. I don’t even care what Hunter says. Even he must be having fun right now.

(Y/n’s POV)

“That’s why they don’t stare at me. They all stare at her…” I said and look at the girl in the crowd full people, the one that laughed at me during lunch today “Her? I could’ve stared at her but I didn’t I’m an impartmentege. I’m an impart-- impartial judge” I look at him and give him a concerned look at how drunk he is and I laugh,

“Your funny” we stare at each other moment then out of nowhere we hear the speaker crush into the keyboard and it makes a terrible wail of sound. We look over and see Hunter on the ground next to the broken keyboard, after looking around I see that one asshole jock laughing, Skip, the one that bumped into Kevin earlier.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Clay said to skip Clay asks if Hunter is ok “Are you good, bruh? You hurt? Here, let me help you” but Hunter denied his help “No, no let me help you take lessons-” Hunter said as kevin and I ran up to him “-you guys suck…bruh” and the crowd Oohs. Clay looks at the three of us and says “I’m sorry you feel that way. Do you play?” I shake my head no as fast as I can “Yeah, I have a band. Me and my friend over here” Hunter that grabs Kevin by the sweater and pulls him closer

“A real band. A serious band. Not like you fucktards.” Clay looks at Hunter like he doesn’t even care Hunter called them fucktards, and the feeling in the room got really awkward “Got it. Um, I guess we'll be seeing you at the Battle of the Bands then.” Hunter looks at him in disbelief “There hasn't been a Battle of the Bands since Dave Migdall hung brain on stage.” Hunter said while looking at Clay “There is this year. Go sign up with Dean Swanson, but maybe don't say ‘fucktard’ 'cause she's a Special Olympics ambassador” an the crowd of students laugh. “All right, guys. Let’s keep this party going!” Clay yelled and the student cheered, Hunter looks at Kevin “Give me your car keys, come on” Kevin looks like he about to be sick so I step behind him and put my hand on his lower back, right when I did that he immediately threw up, I keep rubbing his back and we get outside and into the car.

Part 3 🥁

[herrscherofmagic]

I just came to a sudden realization, and think fellow Seele fans would love (or hate) to hear this...

Red Seele comes from the stigma that Blue Seele has, right? But we also see another stigma being that's a bit like Veliona, specifically the one in the Kaslana stigmata; and that guy had all the memories of Kevin but could also appear to Theresa and Siegfried.

Then what if there was a scenario where the Current Era failed to stop Finality and got reset, and Blue Seele didn't survive into the new Era but Red Seele did?

Red Seele would be stuck in the Stigma Space by herself for all those thousands of years until this new Era's Seele appeared and met her. It'd be a repeat of Blue Seele's experience meeting her "other self" except this time Red Seele already has all these memories and life experiences with her past Seele.

Jeez, that'd suck for her wouldn't it?

I'll probably explore this idea myself someday but i've also got a bajillion other things to do, so if anyone else wants to mess around w/ this idea and write a fic or make art or whatever, go for it! ^.^

[atjsgf]

... that Xavier apologist part is new. Explain?

I was gonna accuse you of trying to get me killed on the guillotine fetishist website, but then I remembered I put that in my bio fully willingly knowing what site I was on, so, yeah, this one's on me.

Someday if I feel like swinging a bat at a hornet's nest I will write a whole essay about this, but the basics are:

When people say "Magneto was right" what they actually mean is "My politics, which I have projected onto Magneto, are right."

Likewise, when they say "Xavier is a liberal (derogatory)" what they mean is "the politics I have projected onto Xavier, which are the politics I associate with my IRL enemies, are liberal (derogatory)."

Both statements have little to nothing to do with the actual politics displayed by either man in canon.

Magneto (at his best) operates on the assumption that the mutant-liberated utopia is just around the corner. Xavier operates on the assumption that the world we actually have is the world we're going to have for the foreseeable future, and that it's in everyone's best interest to try to improve that world. There's value in idealism, but there's value in realism, too.

"He gave Kurt a watch to make him look human!" Yeah and that watch is the one thing keeping Kurt from getting hate-crimed on the daily so what about it

Recognizing the reality that mutants with visible mutations are often subjected to violence and giving those mutants the ability to ward off said violence =/= endorsing that violence

"But remember how Mystique said she doesn't hide who she is cause she shouldn't have to!" Good for her! This line is then followed by her son staring longingly at her because the filmmakers were allergic to the comics that co-producer Kevin Feige kept trying to sneak onto set like contraband, so maybe we can zoom out and take all of this in context, as a story with characters who have differing political opinions inside the fictional world they live in, instead of a political manifesto for the real world with real world stakes.

Just generally Xavier's politics seem more attached to the reality in which he lives than Magneto's, whose politics seem largely driven by emotion and trauma. It's understandable; that doesn't make him correct.

This all being said: I actually like Magneto as a character more than I like Xavier lmao.

This is an aside but I guess it's kind of related, so I'll throw it here: Dark Phoenix actually briefly introduced the most interesting philosophical and moral quandary in the entire XMCU via Mystique and Xavier's conflict over Xavier using the X-Men in part to garner good PR for mutantkind. Then she dies and they just forget about it lol

Stan cherik

[magentagalaxies]

so basically a few weeks ago paul bellini sent me two signed mouth congress vinyls as a late birthday present slash gift for running the mouth congress social media and i thought i'd post a vinyl tour bc there's so many cool details here! this is gonna be a long post bc the lyric booklet that came with waiting for henry is pretty much a full zine and i really love all the effort they put into it

contents:

waiting for henry double LP (signed by scott and paul!)

ahhhh the pollution 7" (signed by scott and paul!)

Mouth Congress button (did not know this was a thing so it was just a fun little bonus gift he threw in)

first, close up photo of the sticker on the waiting for henry cover:

next pictures of each of the vinyls:

the lighting was a bit off in these pictures but the vinyls are so beautiful it's unreal. ahhhh the pollution is a translucent bright orange, the first half of waiting for henry is beige, and the second half is this beautiful bright blue that looks like blue rasperry candy. i'm always a sucker for colorful vinyls (i just picked up a copy of "take the sadness out of saturday night" by bleachers on a seaglass vinyl the other day) and i wasn't sure if they had any left so the fact that both releases are on such beautiful vinyl is amazing

next we have the zine!! here's the cover:

the first few pages are a short summary of the mouth congress story as told by paul himself, along with a few pictures of the band members from their college days:

after that we have a fictitious profile of the band written by aviva avoovoo (a freelance writer character created by paul bellini) where she visits the mouth congress chalet and discovers the "dark secrets" that lie within. it's so funny and surreal but i didn't want to post every page of it so instead i'll focus on this old vaguely-cursed pic of paul that accompanied the writing:

once we're done with the fictional side of things there's a two-page spread of cassettes mouth congress put together in the 80s/90s that they released in an attempt to promote the band. each cassette description has a list of featured songs, some of which were later put on "ahhhh the pollution" or "waiting for henry" and some of which i'd never heard about previously and am very intrigued by. i took close-up pics of these two specifically since they're the ones i most want to look into from that page

specifically i really wanna learn more about madam alphonsa. who is she. she's mentioned in "me on my off hours" and makes an appearance on "madamifesto" and "let's hear it for show business." they mentioned in the mouth congress documentary that kevin used to play madam alphonsa's husband. several characters scott played in mouth congress were later done on kids in the hall but madam alphonsa is my new lost media obsession.

after that we have a solid six pages of scott and paul interviewing each other. again it's very long so i'm not posting everything but it was a very good interview which makes me love the band even more and it also had this picture with it:

more old pictures (look how young scott and paul look in the bottom right one i'm losing my mind):

centerfold:

then we have at least 10 pages of lyrics for every song on waiting for henry as well as short blurbs about the story behind each song which was really cool and might be its own post someday, but last but not least i wanted to leave you with my favorite part of the mouth congress zine: the word search

legit took this pic just so i could highlight the words digitally and not draw on the actual zine but oh my god i had so much fun doing this. unironically i think every vinyl should come with a thematically linked word search. it really just goes to show how much joy and effort scott and paul put into everything mouth congress does and i'm so honored i get to be part of their story at the level where i can get something like this autographed and sent to me for free (and also might get free admission to an upcoming mouth congress show if i help them set up beforehand and film the show?? like paul you do realize i would pay VIP prices for this but thank you for doing it for free?? also thank you for asking how my own musical went and genuinely caring about the answer???)

anyway this got a little rambly towards the end but my point is. queercore punk is truly the genre of all time and mouth congress is so fucking great nobody is going it like them

[sunny6677]

Beautiful Dreamer.

A Kevin x Fem! Reader.

DISCLAIMER BEFORE WE BEGIN:

1. Y/N is female because of the job she has in this book, since I think if I had made Reader gender neutral in this book, her job would probably bring Male or Trans FTM and NB people great discomfort or dysphoria. And also because I haven't made anything for the girlies in a while. So if your Trans FTM or Male or NB, this book probably isn't for you. But don't worry, I'll make something for the MLM folk who like Kevin someday soon.

2. Y/N has an actual personality in this simply because I didn't want to make her boring. I apologize if you are not like the Y/N in this fic.

3. There won't be any smut in this. Yes, there might be a few suggestive scenes, but no smut. It's only because I'm uncomfortable with writing that shit.

4. This will also be a one-sided/mutual enemies to lovers kinda thing. Not sure which one yet though.

Alright, we good? Alright. Then let's get started.

TWS FOR CHAPTER: NONE.

TWS FOR BOOK SO FAR: GRIEF IMPLICATIONS, PROFANITY, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, ARGUMENTS AND BICKERING, ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Summary: Y/N meets someone who will change her life forever.

"𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦."

- 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 1: 𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘕.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵; 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲."

- 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗲.

~~~~~~~~~

Y/N had not been the type to ever write poetry, or at least, she did not think so. And yet here she was, with a pencil in between her pale/dark fingers, writing letters and words that came overflowing from her mind. A poet she was not, but perhaps in this moment, she was. Poetry was not a skill she possessed, or at least she didn't think so. And yet here she was, writing away her thoughts anyway.

She observed the thin page that was in the journal she had opened. The journal had been a small, leather-brown book with a cold texture to its cover. A cover it had not had, and yet, despite how difficult it was to write on the cover, Y/N had attempted to label her name on the cover anyway incase of an event where she would lose it. The result was sloppy handwriting that contained her name, and it was barely readable between the textures of dark brown. Still, it was en effort nonetheless.

She sighed, her mind fuzzy and aching with an urge to set down the book and lay on the couch she had sat upon. How could she want to stop now? There was no reason to stop now. Then again, there has been a reason to.. no, no, there had not been. There could not be. She couldn't keep making excuses not to do things simply because procrastination was a bad habit of hers. Bad habits are not excuses to not do things, ever. She knows that so.

Y/N looked down at the page with her E/C eyes, her eyelids fluttering down into a blinking motion as she read her own handwriting.

"𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸"

She looked down, puzzled by her own writing. This poetry piece had no rhyme, no rhythm. Always, she thought she had been somewhat skilled at things, but for the first time in a while, she felt dissapointed in herself. That wasnt to say she had not been regularly dissapointed in herself though. What was she to write to complete the poem? The poem had no name, and now she couldn't think of what to write in order to complete the poem.

It had been a lousy poem, a useless poem which would bring nothing into the hearts of others. It would bring no meaning, unlike a Shakespeare's play(Like 'Romeo and Juliet' or 'The Hamlet').

Her lips quivered, for she could not bring words into the poem, for she could not bring ideas into her mind. Everything was fine, so why was it that she could not write? Her eyelids shut again for a split second, her eyes glistening with a scrim of moisture. Her breathing became a little faster as she observed her lousy, useless poem one last time. Before she then quickly shut it, and placed it on the couch beside her, crawling over to the other side of the couch so she could grab the remote and find something else to do with her existence.

For a moment, she glanced at an empty light brown chair. The fabric had been soft. It was just a regular chair, where no one had been sitting. It had been a chair for one to sit in, but no one had been sitting there.

...

Wisely, she chose to ignore it, and her eyes locked on the screen of the television set in front of her.

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Drenched sheets of rain poured down in the city, glistening the sidewalks and roads with moisture as cars speeded through the short burst of water which had been the rain. Y/N didn't get rain, or why it happened. Yet she loved it so. And from what it seemed, rain loved her, for rain had been coming more often now for some reason. Nearby dirt had turned to mud, and blades of grass had been completely flooded by pools of water pouring on from above.

Here Y/N had been, an umbrella in her hand and held above her so the trickles of rain would not splash upon her. As much as she loved it, she couldn't really deal with getting wet right now. Anytime she did walk through rain, some people would ask if she were okay and if she needed an umbrella. Yet like always, she'd smile and say it was fine, and that she would be alright. That rain was a regular event for her.

She was dressed in a black jacket, which had a white shirt underneath, along with some blue jeans and some black boots. It hadn't been her usual rain attire, but it was fine nonetheless. She could deal with it. Normally, she'd be so motivated to change into something else for such an event, and yet, she could not. But why?

Did she know the answer? If the answer was what she thought it was, she would not and never know.

As she continued to walk along the sidewalk, she noticed a wilted fire hidden between blades of wet grass on the left side of the sidewalk. For a moment, she couldn't help but slow her pace and stare at it. The flower was wet, but wilted, and it had been near a flower shop of all places. Did it belong to the shop? Would the owner care for it? Why was one of the flowers just so casually dead and yet not taken care of?

She sighed, and continued walking beneath the pouring sheets of moist rain, which she had been protected by due to the cover of her umbrella. The air had been humid, damp and nearly sticky to have to walk through. She felt like she was walking through a lake or something, with how hard it had been to walk while it was raining. And yet, she was not. Lake's had been water though, and rain had also been water, so maybe she technically had been?

No, that was a silly thought.

As she passed by the radiant, glowing yellow light which had been peeking through two square-shaped crevices of windows on a building she payed no attention to, she found her mind becoming more and more fuzzy as her thoughts began to cling to her again. Where was she going? She didn't know. This had merely been a walk. A walk in the rain though? Did she really want to distract herself that badly? But from what?

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No, it had not been a distraction. It had not been, it could not have been. She just wanted to get out more, that was all. Perhaps she could have chosen a better night rather than a rainy night though.

Y/N then found that her foot had stopped in front of an object which she did not see yet, she nearly tumbled over it actually. She peered down, and blinked in slight surprise.

Her eyebrows raised, and for a moment, she just stared down at what it had been. It had been what looked to be a doll with cracks on random parts of its body. The cracks had almost resembled spider webs, from how it looked anyway. There had been two cracks on its left cheek, one crack one its right eye which had no pupil, and a singular crack on its neck.

Curiously, she bent down, and picked it up, furrowing her brows. "Sheesh.." She mumbles to herself, a disgusted scowl filling her gaze. "What an ugly doll.." She comments, observing its dirty orange clothes and its blue hand-made overalls with a disturbed glance.

She then peered to the side of her, which had been the building she had at first layed no attention to. She looked up, and saw the sign on the building which had simply read "Candy-Club". She looked ahead, and observed the white entrance with had several yellow stripes stretched out across it.

The door had not been open, and yet, she could make out a singular figure inside. Y/N wasn't one to normally investigate things, but perhaps she could see if maybe someone dropped it while they had been visiting this building? The building appeared to be a candy store, due to its candy-themed decorations. So perhaps it belonged to a child who maybe dropped it while exiting the store? But why had no staff member done anything? Why had they not said a word to the child, if it had been a child?

She let out a small breath of exhaustion, and began to walk foward toward the door. She felt the rain ceasing from on top of the umbrella as she stepped below the entrance. She twisted the doorknob, and carefully creaked the door open, not wanting to make too much noise. Blinding, bright lights had filled her vision as she stepped inside and heard the faint buzzing of the lights above her.

As she glanced up and squinted, she saw two half-lidded, exhausted eyes which had be staring back at her with a hint of exhaustion held inside.

A forced and tired, almost sarcastic-sounding, baritone male voice spoke to her. A voice that belonged to the figure who was the source of the eyes she had been staring at for a few moments:

"Welcome to the Candy-Club, miss. How can I help you?"

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Holy shit I put a lot of effort into this for no reason.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e14 trial and error (w. andrew dabb)

is this when the trials happen? i haven't read much stuff with specifics around those. nonsense but 5am and it's that bright out and it's january?? where??? lol (not on a boat in missouri)

the sentimental music while dean is setting up his room again reminds me of princess bride. think i've made that comment before (yes: speaking of manufactured conflict, this thing with garth and dean over bobby. dean snapping at him, garth getting upset. mushy music that reminds me of the princess bride)

s8e14 dean and mushy music / the princess bride once upon a time...storybook love c. mark knopfler

strings with that plucked acoustic guitar apparently is the princess bride sound to me

and oh have i heard about the memory foam mattress lol

that they stopped a pretty blurry shaky pan across the room to focus on the bed is making me laugh way too hard

sweet moment, letting us see sam is happy with dean settling in

.... okay.

LOL he picked him up like a toddler, that was adorable

SAM So, what – God wants us to take the SATs? KEVIN I-I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways. DEAN Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways. All right. Where do we start?

SAM I know. I do. But trust me on this – this whole "saving the world" thing – it's a marathon, not a sprint. You got to take better care of yourself.

really nice (dad) moment there with sam and kevin

meanwhile dean swooping in to be the irresponsible drug supplying dad and give him groceries

ma'am

you sent dean on a face journey

CINDY Really? Keep it coming, Ken doll.

oh now sam gets called ken doll, dean was too back at biggerson's s7e9 from the reaver side effect of the turducken leviathan ooze

SAM Right. [SAM leans into DEAN's phone.] Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep.

dad sam with the positive reinforcement, love to see it

DEAN Crowley. Poncy guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks.

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SAM Uh, they're on lockdown, and you need backup. DEAN No, I don't. SAM Yes, you do. DEAN No, I need you to be safe, Sam, okay? That's what I need. SAM What? What am I – when are WE ever safe? DEAN This is different. SAM How? DEAN Because of the three trials crap – God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before, man – with Yellow-Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin' Roman. We both know where this ends – one of us dies... Or worse. SAM So, what – you just up and decided it's gonna be you? DEAN I'm a grunt, Sam. You're not. You've always been the brains of this operation. SAM Dean— DEAN And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But I tell you what I do know – it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get. So I'm gonna do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone – end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If landshark comes knocking, you call me. If you try to follow me, I'm gonna put a bullet in your damn leg.

intermission for me to sob for a while. i hate when he's like this. i hate how little he values himself at times because it slams into suicidal so fast. and of course because they're settling into a home, they're both happy, the show had to do it. and then how they ended the series.. maybe someday i'll come to be okay with dean dying at 42, but today isn't that day. i need to just finish watching this

glad we get to see the hellhounds finally and that they went a route that we can't see much and worked to the strengths of the cgi

DEAN Sam, I didn't pass the test. SAM But I did... And I'm doing the rest of them. DEAN My ass you are! SAM I'm closing the gates. It's a suicide mission for you. DEAN Sam... SAM I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't – I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it. DEAN Sam, be smart. SAM I AM smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius – when it comes to lore, to – you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen – better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. So, please – please believe in me, too.

that's what dean and i needed to hear too. thank you, sam. and thank you dean for not fighting him on it.

i know how this plotline wraps up, more or less, but none of the details. thinking about my fuckup vs righteous man feelings, how sam is regularly put in that role of having to apologize for messing up. but has made these two big sacrifices. the pit for ruby, the trials for amelia. but i've also been in my sam feelings more lately so my read on anything might be skewed. gotta take turns getting tortured by some deity/deity-adjacent-thing

[sastielsfandom]

Not only do I feel like my blog needs some joy in it, but I need it for my sanity. 

So here's a jumble of my random thoughts I've had these past few months that I haven't been able to share since I've been busy. Also, I'll throw in some fic ideas cause why not. 

One fic I've had that I'm still trying to flesh out a bit. Sam lives in a fishing town, and he's a diver. He spends a lot of time in the water even outside of his job. 

On one of his days off, he finds himself face to face with a mermaid. But days before this he kept seeing these blue eyes everywhere and when he finally faced them, they were more  captivating than he ever could have imagined. 

He doesn't tell anyone, and instead, the next day, looks for the mermaid again. Away from the docks. And it meets up with him again, but this time, they talk. 

Sam finds himself in a routine, no matter what, every day he meets up with this mermaid, Castiel. 

The thing is it's getting harder and harder to walk away when he sees Castiel's disappointment when Sam leaves. 

When Sam does eventually miss one day, due to things out of his control, the next day, Castiel doesn't show up. Sam waits there until nightfall, still no appearance. 

The next day, even with doubt, Sam visits, and he finds Castiel and someone casting a spell. A spell on Castiel who's screaming in pain as he transforms into a human. 

There's a lot more to this AU, but I don't want to give away the whole story, it's one of my favorite AUs to work on even though I don't have anything published for it yet. 

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Another fic I've been meaning to work on is my soulmate's AU. I have a cool idea of when Sam and Castiel meet, Castiel being fully powered, still connected to Heaven, and Sam, still being in tune with his powers, there's even more of a magnetic pull between them. And it hurts to touch, but in a way that is hard to let go of. That mixed in with the fact that both of them can now see every color they missed before, the feelings must be intense in that scene. 

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Just in general though for Sastiel, the idea that the two have trouble identifying reality, and end up becoming each other's grounding anchors is a neat idea. Especially as they spend more and more time together, they know each other so well, it's easier to separate their minds from messing with them and what's reality. 

I've written about this for Sam, and Castiel helping, but I haven't had Sam be that anchor for Castiel yet. 

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A step away from romance, my headcanon that Dean loses his hearing from Castiel using their true voice, I've added onto it. I think the idea that both Sam and Dean learn ASL because it's necessary, and it gives them an advantage when they can't say anything, but can sign something. 

So when they eventually meet Eileen, it's funny to think that Sam gets so flustered he just messes up ASL despite using it all the time with Dean, but also, Dean and Eileen communicating in ASL is everything I need. 

Especially because they'd be able to bond over losing their hearing from something supernatural, and adapting from it. That's something that I eventually want to write someday. 

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Oh, another AU is where Kevin doesn't die. And instead, ends up being a brother figure for Jack because Kevin knows for a fact that the Winchesters and Castiel know nothing about raising a child. And so someone has to make sure this poor child isn't completely screwed and traumatized. (He is well aware that he is also screwed up and traumatized but it's no mystery why he is, stares pointedly at the Winchesters.) 

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Oh, a very old idea I've had is Jack, Magda, and Elijah finding a stray animal, and promptly sneaking it into the bunker. That one is such a fun prompt, I just haven't been able to do it justice. 

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Returning back to some romance, I have to spread the saileenstiel propaganda of course. I do think it very much starts off as a, we both like Sam, and Sam likes us both. But when they can see Sam has plenty of love for the both of them, they are able to see that they like each other as well. 

Oh, I'd also love to write something with them having a day out with Elijah, Madga, and Jack. Maybe at the beach or a nature hike. That would be fun to write. 

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I was also brainrotting a lot for Dean and Cassie, and what if Dean did go back to see her. Or what if he didn't go to Lisa but to Cassie. Which I'm unsure if I've talked about before. Either way, I'm talking about it again. I still very much want to write a fic about their first date or the first time they just lounged around doing nothing but it felt like everything. 

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Also, I really need to finish my Debriel fic, it's written but not written. The dialogue is there, as well as rough, very very rough, actions, it just needs to be edited. And some motivation to return to it. 

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I would love to do more crossover fics, especially like Marvel and Supernatural. I have a few started, I just never finish them. Apart from the one with Jack and Peter which was based on a textpost. 

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Switching to Marvel, Interwebs, I want to write about them again. One of my fics made me miss them which was rude because it's unfair that my writing can make me miss my writing. 

I want more cuddles and dates and just overly sweet fluffy fics for them. And maybe some more bittersweet ones as well. I don't know why but I like the bittersweet idea for them.

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I've been meaning to write a winterfalcon fic for ages, even just based on a text post or something, I just tend to forget I can write about them. 

Same thing for thunder science (Bruce and Thor), any ideas I have for them I forget I'm a writer. 

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Kind of want a fic of Valkyrie too, no idea what though, I just think she'd be fun to write about. 

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I had some minecraft ideas too, like for Hermitcraft, but once again I feel as if I can only write for Supernatural and sometimes Marvel for some reason. 

I have an idea that I do return back to go quite frequently, where it's Phil, Kristin, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tommy going to visit Phil's brother, Grian. In Hermitcraft season seven. That idea I've chipped away at for a while. I have a good intro but haven't worked out a good plot. So it hasn't gone anywhere. 

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I've also had some fics for Wilbur's characters but they're all pretty depressing/dark so they usually get put on the backburners. 

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I wrote a Spider-Boo fic once, and I'd like to return to that idea again, especially because I had Aimsey in it, and I liked writing their dynamic. 

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Stranger Things is interesting to write for, I haven't tried anything complicated yet, just different dynamics and characters, but they're really fun to explore. I really enjoyed writing Lumax, I owe them a happier fic. 

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I think that's all my thoughts for now. I mostly just talked about my fic ideas and what I want to write eventually. I just have so many ideas and not enough time to write them all. This was a nice break and refresher for me. I miss talking about fandom things. Alrighty, good night! I hope you all have a restful sleep yourself.