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floatinginwords · 4 years

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Saved by the Devil (11/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You go to the garrison and hang with some of the shelbys.

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader (not romantic yet..but i swear we are getting there thank you to those who are reading who are bearing through it all.)

A/N: Took me two nights to write but it made me really excited for the upcoming chapters...almost had a heart attack when my laptop froze and i couldn't remember whether or not i saved the doc thankfully i did. So enjoy and please have a lovely night

The young boy led you through the streets of Birmingham. He was quick around the corners, almost blending in with the shadows on the walls as if it was second nature. The two of you end up in front of the same bar that Thomas had patched you up. The Garrison. Silently the two of you walked in together. You awkwardly sit down near the bar. The boy takes off his cap and stands by the door. He just watches you.

“You gonna babysit me, kid?” You cock an eyebrow up, hoping that that wasnt the case.

He doesn’t answer. Guess that trait runs in the family.

You shrug and hop off the chair, deciding that you wanted a glass of water. You go behind the bar, looking for a faucet.

“You’re not suppose to go back there.” Finn says.

“Your brother owns this place, eh? Tell him to charge me later.” You say toasting to the air, greedily gulping down the entire glass.

The silence envelopes you again. And you begin thinking, regretting not going home last night. You remembered everything you said. And you hate that you did. You hoped to yourself that he wouldn’t bring any of that stuff up. You didn’t need any further embarrassment.

Finn moves to sit down on one of the chairs.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, kid?” You ask feeling bad if the kid was just stuck here with you.

But before he could ask, another figure walks through the door. It was the older woman from before. What did Thomas call her? Polly.

She stops walking as she notices the presence of others immediately. She sees Finn first, then you behind the bar. Her eyes send daggers to you. You notice her eyes are red and puffy.

“You again?” She sneers.

You swallow. Usually you weren’t very scared of people but this woman had you quaking in your skin.

You open your mouth, to say who knows what when Polly decides to disregard you completely. “ Finn, what the hell is she doing here?” She asks the boy.

“tommy said to bring her here.” Finn answers.

“And where is he?”

The boys eyes glance to you then beck to his aunt. Polly seems to catch on to whatever he was trying to say with his eyes because she nods.

“Okay, finn go on now.”

“Tommy told me to stay here.”

“Well im here now.” She says this time her stare directed toward you.

Finn huffs and rushes out the door, leaving the two of you alone. Polly doesn’t take her eyes off of you. Even as she sits and takes off her jackets, her eyes were trained on you the entire time. She takes a cigarette out and lights one end, her shoulder relaxing just a bit as she sits back.

“You gonna be the new barmaid?” She sighs.

“Excuse me?”

“Just tommy has a bit of a type.” She exhales a ring of smoke.

You walk away from the bar at her words and sit back in your seat. “No, im not a barmaid.”

“A whore then?”

“Not even close.”

She smiles at you but its not a kind one. Its condescending. As if shes laughing at you instead of with you.

“Then what are you?”

What you wanted to say was none of your business, why do you even care, what’s your problem with me. But you held your tongue back. Trinity would cheer you for your self-control. Usually, your mouth ked you to all kinds of trouble. And right now, you didn’t want that. Especially with a Shelby.

You can feel her stare as she continues to stare at you. You dare to meet her eyes and for a moment its as if your having a staring contest across the room. And then her eyes widen.

“(y/fn) (y/ln)…”She whispers as if she just finally recognized your face.

You tilt your head a bit. You certainly did not tell her your name. You don’t remember that. You wait for polly to continue as you watch the women lift a hand to her mouth mockingly.

“You know you look just like your father.” You can see the smirk behind the hand.

“How’s Michael doing?” You ask already regretting saying anything.

‘So much for holding my tongue’ you think to yourself.

The woman strides over to you fast, knocking down her own chair in the process. Shes quick as she grabs a pocket knife out of her bra and holds it under your chin. You don’t flinch or make a move. Though you were shitting your pants, you make the effort to not seemed intimated by her. But the crazed look in pollys eyes tells you she doesn’t care about that.

“I could slit your throat right here right now and leaving you choking on your own blood. Don’t ever say his name again. Got it.” Polly threatens. You can feel the knife poke a bit more harshly under your skin as she speaks.

“I believe you,” You say not wanting to anger her more. You definitely did not want any more issues with anybody else, especially with a Shelby, “I’m sorry.”

Polly looks at you stunned, as if an apology was the last thing she would expect from your mouth. She slowly lowers her knife from your throat and steps away from you. You both say nothing.

It feels as though the silence last for years, until the door swings open again, revealing Thomas Shelby. He steps slowly, hands in pocket, with a neutral expression on his face.

“Ladies.” He says, moving past the two of you, heading toward the back.

Polly rolls her eyes as Tommy disappears. She glances one more time at you before she leaves herself. You sigh as soon as you’re sure shes gone. Your feet move to follow wherever Thomas went. You find him on the phone, leaning against the wall. His eyes meet yours, they doont leave yours as he speaks into the phone.

“Yes, Ill be there sometime this week. Need to see how my horse is doing, of course.” You can hear Mays giggles on the other end.

You wonder what they’ve done together. You can see the hint of mischief behind his eyes. And the flirtatious giggle May is sounding off on the line. You know something must have went down between the two of them. Or at least something was bubbling. A wave of nausea rolls off you. You dismiss it as an effect from not eating anything.

He hangs up the line and looks at you, with an eyebrow raised.

“How was the meeting?” You deiced to ask, feeling shy under his gaze.

His chuckles as he places a cigarette between his lips. “Not gonna ask about the phone call?” He says teasingly.

“No, why would I?”

He shrugs before lighting up the cigarette and taking a drag. He offered it over to you. You take it without thinking pressing it to your lips when a thought crosses your mind.

‘This Is like an indirect kiss.’

You try to press that thought to the back of your mind, not wanting to think about that with him. But even so your gaze lifts up his lips and you cant help but notice the soft pink color they are. You wonder if he kiss rough or delicately.

“You’re thinking pretty hard there.” He says interrupting your thoughts.

“You never answered my question.” You say thankful for the distraction from your lustful thoughts.

‘I must still be drunk’ You think.

“it went fine.” He says

“Youre not gonna tell me anything are you?”

His lips twitches as he takes the cigarette right our of your hands. “Its time to set our plan in motion.”

“Our?”

“Yes. Our.”

“Okay do you need me to do anything.” You say eager to help with literally anything.

“Just one thing, Be at Epsom.”

You sigh on the inside wishing your role was a bit bigger and sooner. Epsom wasn’t until next Friday. But you took what you could get.

“Sounds good.” You say not wanting to argue.

“It’s a date.” He smiles

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Rabbit ii

More of my purely indulgent fic of Draco Malfoy 💚

W! Mean! Draco(kinda) possessiveness

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Draco pulled himself away from you to fix his robes and roll his shoulders straightening himself out. The stare he gave you made you shake in your knees, what did you do? It was his lackeys not you..

“The next time.. this happens..”

“It was them not me!”

Draco raised a brow at you, at that raised voice. He stepped over grabbing your face with a smile that seemed to go all the way up his face.”who are you yelling at?”

“Im not.. i.. i mean..i didn't mean too..”

“Should i tell Hufflepuff they have a cheater in the house?”

“No!!” You grabbed his robe pleading with him.

Draco let go of your face to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Say your a good badger who would never yell at her superior” he told her with a smirk.

You did not want to cry in front of him, everytime you did he would lick your cheek and tell you how sweet you taste.. instead you hid your face in his chest to hide your tears while you spoke. “Im a good ba-badger who would never yell at her superior”

You could feel Draco stroking your back in slow movements. “Such a well behaved badger, a good rabbit.” Slowly he took his wand out. “But i think.. i should still punish you.”

The same second you looked up at him he waved his wand around at you .

Everything got much.. much bigger around you. Everything seemed closer and your sense of smell was heightened.. and all you could think about was carrots….

Draco kneeled down, tipping his head looking satisfied with himself . “Perfect. Lets hope i can figure out how to change you back. But never mind that, lets go to class” he scooped you up in his hands and held you up by a nearby mirror looking very happy. “Look at you, so fluffy now” . Your long ears shot up and you began to panic. You were a white rabbit.

***

You were panicking in his grip. No no no. not this. You cant talk, nothing! You had to completely rely on Draco till he changed you back… you looked up at the happy man who was making kiss faces at you telling you how cute you looked like this. He opened his cloak to place you inside a pocket and scratched your head with a finger. “Off we go yeah?” he teased as he started to walk. Draco was so focused on you he did not realize his father had passed him in the hall seeing him talk to a snowy white rabbit. All you could think about was changing back and running away, somewhere safe. Maybe Hagids Hut...but all you could do for right now was wait it out.

The class was spells with Professor Snape. Your ears fell behind you when you heard his voice. He would not help you change back. Draco sat down in the back taking you out of his pocket to place you on his lap and scratch your chin. The look he gave you was demeaning…. So happy with himself, satisfied with his work. Treating you like a legit animal and turning you into one. What if he never figured out how to change you back!? You hopped in a circle on his lap panicking all over again. Snape isint gonna help me, what am i gonna do ?! what if i hop away and find help, but i cant talk!! And Draco would probably turn me into a frog ! what about.. McGonagall, she can turn into a cat maybe she could help me...

“Shh shh… pretty rabbit” he spread his legs slouching in his chair.” Be good and i might change you back.” his tone was condescending and hurtful, he had all the power right now. Your ears fell behind you again and you hopped to his stomach nuzzling his shirt up and over your eyes trying to pretend you were anywhere else. He cooed down at you scratching your rear and tugging your ear lightly. “Arent you cute when you wanna be ey? You didint want to snuggle the other night but look at you now.” you felt his hand scratch at your rear again. Why would i want to snuggle after what you did… “I like having you there Rabbit. Gets you used to my scent and i can feel your little wet nose wiggling against my chest, your cold padded front feet kneading my lap.” shut up.. I hate this, i hate it.. his long fingers stroked along your back, back and forth. “Your so fragile like this, a defenseless little Rabbit, if i change you back will you do this for me when your human?” he asked you, expecting an answer. What? Does he mean cuddle? You shook your head and budged your face into his chest feeling really sad. Why me, he could have picked on anyone else. If he changes me back im going to ask… You stretched a leg out getting sleepy. Why does that feel .. so nice.. Why is he being like this.. “aww, “ he tickled your little foot, smirking big. “Comfy on me? How adorable. Lets hope Snape doesn't call on me for some bloody demonstration” Draco turned his attention to the man, a hand still on your back rubbing ever so slowly, lulling you right to sleep.

Later on you woke up from the sound of students and the smell of food. It was dark and you could only see Draco a little bit . you must be in his pocket again. I slept the whole class? Is it lunchtime? The day is almost over then. Im hungry.. Dracos robe pockets were deep, deep enough for you to sit comfortably in his robe with two front feet sticking out in front of you. It was cozy… you wished it wasn't. All you could smell was him, all you could really hear was him, him him him… You yawned kicking your back feet around alerting Draco that you were awake. He moved his arm a bit so his robe opened making it easy for him to see you. He smiled down at you and held out some of a carrot for you. “Have a nice nap Pet? You slept the whole class” he held his robe open with his free hand .

You sniffed the carrot hearing your tummy growl. Dammit why is he like this… i am hungry..

It was mentally painful for you to do but you held your mouth open and Draco placed the carrot on your bottom teeth chuckling to himself.

“Malfoy? Where'd you get the rabbit?” Crabb asked him, from the opposite side of the table.

“Never took you for an animal lover mate.” Goyle added.

“None of your business, its for class” he snapped at them before feeding you again.

Ugn,,, just give me the whole thing… you kicked your feet and Draco glanced down at you again. “Hungry still? Can you give me the big sad eyes?”

You want me to beg you.. While im a rabbit.. For food!? When is this going to end…

You sighed low, moved your front paws together so they overlapped, lowered your ears till they touched your back and gave Draco the biggest, saddest eyes you could do, you even added in a lip quiver.

“Thaaaats my good Rabbit, my good girl.” he held out the whole carrot and you took it into the pocket nibbling like crazy.

“Hes talking to his rabbit”

“Just.. just dont say anything…”

After lunch Draco decided to just stroll around the castle. He talked about himself mostly or his father. He had you up on his shoulder and was outside the castle just walking around. Everyone he passed either gave him a look or asked about his companion. If they were not Slytherin he did not even look at them. But if they were of his House he would tell them he had a special class assignment and had to drag a rat around all day. Every now and then he would nuzzle his cheek on you while he walked, hands in his pockets, smile on his face, head in the clouds.

“Ya know Rabbit, this is the best day i've had in a long time i think. Its a lot less tiring than making hell for that Gryffindor kid. How bout you Pet? Good day?” he looked at you nuzzling you again.

I cannot…. Begin to explain how awful this is… i'm not your little accessory. Its your lackey's fault i'm stuck like this. I think you are a - wah!

Draco brought you to his chest to hold you as he sat down near a small river with flowers next to it. He had one leg up and placed you between them to scratch your chin. “Want a little treat for being so good?” he leaned over picking a flower, holding it down to you.

Are you kidding me…

“No? Cmon love, cheers”

You thumped a foot opening your mouth for him to place the little dandelion in. “good little Rabbit, tasty?”

You swallowed the flower whole with wide eyes. It is good.. You got out of his lap to hop to the flowers munching another and another making Draco laugh to himself. “Well i guess so Pet.” he watched you munch on a few flowers for awhile, leaning back on his hands. “Rabbit” he said.

What now… You turned to him with your ears back.

“Come to me,” he pat his lap. “Cmon, right here”

Im not a damn dog.. You hopped over between his legs again and he scratched your back in long strokes.Ugn dooonttt.. Il fall asleep again … Your little body slouched over his thigh and you nuzzled your face into his crotch closing your eyes.

“Must be the sweet spot yeah?” he glided his fingers down then up your fuzzy back watching your back legs kick out from under you. You were getting sleepy all over again. Dammit why.. Just stay… aw..aw...awak...e…

“If only you would let me do this when your human.” you heard him say.

Wait what? What did he say just now? Your nose wiggled and you laid your chin on his crotch staring up at him.

“What? I told you i dont know how to change you back” he spat out looking away.

Maybe,, pretend to sleep…

You nuzzled your face back into his crotch closing your eyes and Draco laid his head on his knee watching you.

“Those fucking two trying to touch you, i dont know what came over me. Your mine, Little Rabbit. No one can touch you, no one can have you, no one can take you away from me. Not your stupid House, not the teachers, no one. Youll stay loyal to me wont you? Thats what Hufflepuff is. My loyal little Rabbit.”

What.. what does this mean?does he plan to keep me with him after graduation?! You wiggled around and Draco scooped you up laying down with you on his chest. You looked scared to him. Draco scratched your head and you scooted closer to his face putting a foot on his chin.

“Yes little Rabbit?”

I dont understand you.. Why are you being so soft right now.. All the time your mean and cruel to me but today… i dont understand. Is this all a trick to get me to fall for you? Mess with my head?

Draco pouted his lips at you. “Hmm? Give us a kiss, Pet” he fake whimpered.

I swear when im changed….

You moved your foot getting closer to nuzzle his face. Draco smiled pulling you closer and closing his eyes. “Good little Rabbit.” he dozed off holding you.

I could leave… find help.. Your body felt weird all of a sudden. Whats going on ? im floating?! Draco!! Draco!!! You struggled in the air watching Draco get farther and farther away. You floated back inside the castle and up some stairs to a open door where a man was waving his wand around directing you. He had long blond hair and looked very curious. You knew who he was the instant he put you on his desk.

His hand cupped your chin giving him a good look at you. Your squeezing too tight.. Please.. It hurts..

“Black and yellow eyes,. A Hufflepuff student.” he stroked your back in long hard strokes while he talked. “How did my son come across you? I wonder? I think ill hold onto you, he should realize soon enough..”

Lucious Malfoy… anyone but him… Malfoy was tolerable.. But his father… please come find me Draco…….and soon.

#😤draco #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy

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fruitylibrarian · 3 years

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quest of the spear live rewatch!

i already spewed my pre call to adventure flynn thoughts all over a text post but I would like to repeat: pre-canon flynn my beloved <3

yes he is a bit of a bastard but he just loves his books and he’s so genuinely just like. passionate and like…. Big? does that make sense? like i mean inside. not literally. bright

flynn’s mom is so fucking funny

and she’s Trying Her Best

you know one thing I don’t understand, I assume that flynn could afford to keep going to college because of like grants and scholarships since he’s all smart and like, even if his mom is well off, no one below the morally bankrupt millionaire line can pay for 22 degrees and not die of no-money-itis otherwise known as Starving

but like. why not become a professor or some other academia position?

you’d be incredibly overqualified and you’re a white dude, so while academia isn’t exactly bursting with new spaces to fill I’m sure you could find something???? and like. a professor in particular, while baby flynn might not be great at the connection part, seems like a natural progression to at least try for considering it keeps you in that comfort zone and familiar space just in a different albeit familiar role, and allows you to go on long lectures people can’t interrupt. and like, professors literally like, part of their job is research and to continue learning, so like. it seems like the natural choice for him to go for?

don’t get me wrong, baby flynn in particular might not be extremely well suited considering his lack of people skills, but plenty of professors are brilliant slightly odd smarties who give long, super engaging theatrical lectures (sounds like him!) but suck at one on one meetings and talking to people or may be accidentally insulting, but like, their class is genuinely interesting and they grade decently so like, I think he could get past that hurdle is what I’m saying

obviously he’d have to work at it and get the skills necessary but you know what that means? MORE SCHOOL, BABY! just in a different direction! like just? it seems like the obvious choice for his situation

ah yes!!! magic letter!!! it’s kind of funny they do this, it’s a great hook and way to make applicants go Uh Excuse Me and want to know more but also like, there’s no proof magic happened either?

although you’d think some people would get obsessive like let me tell you if i encountered real ass magic like that i wouldn’t stop until i had an answer

ah the Incredibly Long Interview Line. it’s kinda how funny how like. Not Special he is but at the same time he is?

“never been treated so badly in my entire life!” what did you say to him charlene

i’m sure he deserved it i just want to know

wait oh no i just realized

all these people are dead

every single one of them got murdered in the first episode of the series

jesus that’s dark

not gonna be able to stop thinking about that one huh

also love how it’s pretty evenly men and women

although it’s still mostly white

fuck that lady just left crying I know they’re doing this to turn up the drama but DAMN, charlene

god he almost gave up. remember the timeline episode where he never became the librarian? weird.

Gkjlfkgjhfglh Where Do You Think You’re Going? (weak gesture like “me?”) Yes You. Get In Here amazing how can she even see him she’s around the CORNER. camera? magical surveillance? why? just to freak people out? amazing.

i do so love charlene, it’s a shame she wasn’t in the show more

also she literally never explains shit. What Makes You Think You Can Be The Librarian he doesn’t even know what that means, charlene

He Doesn’t Even Have A Library Science Degree

oh wow he does actually have librarian qualifications lmao

why did i not remember that

DLKFGJDFG I did remember him sherlocking her tho

wait her MARRIAGE? to WHO?

i thought her and judson were a thing despite jenkins being into her or something?

huh

also why does this qualify him to be The Librarian™ like oh he can sherlock? ok?

maybe it’s just bc he had the balls to do it

well, the sherlock thing is also not completely unhelpful it just doesn’t seem central to his skills, or at least, not the way he uses it (do we see him use it like this again? he usually applies more obscure knowledge then ye classic deduction sherlockian skills if I remember correctly which I may not because my brain is smooth)

judson is such a fucking drama queen

LKDJFGLKDJFGLDKFJG I FUCKING FORGOT HE LITERALLY JUST FUCKING REPEATED HIS MOM’S LITTLE PHRASE AMAZING

also why did he seem to think her sending everyone home meant he didn’t get it why would she stop all interviews because you fucked up

he just fucking walked out of a wall judson you are so dramatic

also warehouse 13 vibes huh. welcome to a world of endless wonder

I could do a whole fucking thesis on warehouse 13 and the librarians or—well that’s a whole other tangent

anYWYA

this interview was remarkably easy tho, it’s not like he wasn’t impressive but it wasn’t mindblowing either????? this coming from a big fan of flynn

the big shiny wonderous eyes as the library lights up……flynn my beloved

also his floofy hair ldkfgjdlkfgj

he’s like this is too good am I being prank’d

why the mona lisa?????iIs the mona lisa magic??? It only became famous because it got stolen why would it be magic??? Is this one of those we make it magic by believing it or some shit things???

Flynn Do Not Open The Random Box In The Library Of Incredibly Dangerous Artifacts

oh hello excalibur !!

oh rip flynn immediately being like “oh im not worthy, trust me” with 100 percent certainty im hurt oof

KSJFLGKDJGLKDJG THE APPLE “the apple from the garden of eden…….” *judson takes a bite* “actually I just left this here”

excalibur hello properly!!!!

judson is such a fucking DRAMA QUEEN he’s so casual!! and cal you too you slippery bitch!

ah the jetpack.

DLFKGJDLKFGJ “it usually takes a new librarian four hours to find the jetpack. you did it in three! congratulations” love the implication that every librarian (at least since it was added to the library) has done this no matter how serious like the bad guy of this movie… *checks notes* edware wilde? jetpack. darrington dare, probably? jetpack. i like to think jenkins did it too (not technically a librarian, but you know)

flynn thinking of himself as embarrassing… ☹

HIS MOM IS SO PROUD OF HIM

part sweet, part funny, part rip

I don’t know what she was expecting when he said librarian tho like. originally he literally looked at shit for FRY COOk degrees don’t always mean shit you know

and librarian is up there with professor in Perfect Jobs For Flynn like what did you expect??? Like even if he’d become an archaeologist (a “cool” job) it’s not like that pays super well either as far as I know??

he was never going to be Traditionally Successful

he’s still the same person he still has the same strengths and passions of course he would go into academia and do something like librarian like????? her reaction saddens me.

just be happy for him!! look at him!!!

ok first of all even normal non magic librarians don’t just put books on shelves and that’s a condescending reduction of the job, and second of all, he is so happy!! he has a job, he’s taking responsibility, he’s meeting people, isn’t that enough??? isn’t that literally what you wanted??? even if it WERE what you think it is why couldn’t it just be a good first step??? like??? fuck??? you did been know that he was doing all those fancy degrees because he loved them not because they’d get him some super fancy job??? I mean egyptology is not the most profitable field you know this isn’t med school or whatever

god.

flynn’s mom, visibly not proud and very upset: of course im proud of you!

ok im being a little unfair, she’s trying and clearly she’s been supportive of him, if not straight up enabling of him, but like this is clearly being presented as like. normal person who is normal forced to take care of freakish strange son who is so nerdy and strange and a loser and she is so tired of his shenanigans and all that WORK she put in and he’s NOT FANCY AND CHANGING TO CONFORM TO HER IDEALS OF A GOOD SUCCESSFUL SON/MAN?

and that’s just all very. sigh.

the snake brotherhood are such obnoxiously cheesy villainous villains they’re even called the snake brotherhood

also I think we’re supposed to recognize him as the previous librarian from the painting but if I didn’t already know that I for sure would not know that

smartass flynn is a smartass

I never got people bringing someone coffee to impress them unless they knew their order like there’s no way you know who she likes her coffee so you could so easily get it wrong—like even if you don’t know exactly how much sugar she wants, you could also just get it entirely wrong like assume she likes black coffee but she likes it super sweet, or vice versa, or whatever. it can go wrong so easily!

or she could go “I Hate A Kiss Ass”

she did take it anyway tho so.

ah i did forget (or just not actively think about) how much like… christian mythology there is in this show :/ I mean we did been knew (excalibur and arthurian legend are pretty important to the mythology)

not that christian mythology is inherently bad it just gets a) annoying, b) boring, and c) y’know, very western centric and all

but then trying to reconcile di—you know what that’s a tangent for another time

then again I do assume no one is going to read this

the library really does just throw new librarians into death and go “hope this is fine!” huh

did they just imply god is canon in the “the librarian” universe

you were so cryptic with the no one thing!! just say NOONE

he’s scribbling in his notebook and mumbling out loud what a mood and I love him. what a nerd

ldfkgjdlkjg god sexy jazz music and a breeze this is so dumb

I do hate the forced love interests in all these movies it’s always like Some Hot Girl Is There And They Get It On!

like he really had chemistry with eve and banter but here it kinda feels like that wish fulfilment and then the nerd gets the hot chick the end and im saying that as the nerd

it doesn’t help that each movie has a different one who immediately is dropped as if she never existed afterwards

maybe it’s not as bad as I remember but. sigh

my instant impression of her is to not like her sorry nicole :/

she’s just so rude? she’s like. hot (derogatory)

i get there’s gender politics here with like. she’s used to being treated like a piece of meat and generally like, why not reap the benefits when you are going to get the creeps too, but like, also she’s just so unnecessarily rude—I mean rejecting his clumsy flirting is one thing but you know—ok I won’t even get into that the point is I just don’t really like her that much even tho I don’t think she’s necessarily a bad person or anything you know

but to be fair I think she got better and I remember her being compelling in her return to the show

and like. I do like how the trend in this franchise is “smart little nerd librarian and badass lady guardian kicks ass” but I do wish that it turned around occasionally. we do get cassandra but like. more lady librarians

wow an air marshal? aren’t they rarely even on flights?

sorry im being nitpicky there for sure lmao. please delete the cinamasins ding my words probably summoned from your brain

I get why shoving him out was necessary but also Wow

Gjklhkjfgh imagine sitting next to some mumbling nerd the whole flight and then you see him fly past the windows

LFKGJDLKJDFG he brilliantly lowers our expectations then jumps without a chute! remarkable!

hilarious or commentary on men getting credit for womens’ competency? why not both

i really thought that she was going to be a lying liar the first time I watched this

ah naïve boy. “uh that’s against the law”

flynn’s greatest strength isn’t just his knowledge but his like. breadth of different topics, just like, passion for learning of any time, and like. the ability to not just know a lot of different things but cross-reference and apply them to each other and use them in tandem to understand a greater whole

and we love that for him!

ah flynn therapizing himself lmao

why would she take him going “this bridge is rotting and physically cant support our weight” as a challenge

or him being cowardly like THE STRUCTURAL SUPPORTS ARE ROTTING

YEAH WHAT DID YOU EXPECT OF COURSE HE FUCKING FELL

ok i lied i like nicole i just don’t love their dynamic

i get what they’re going for i just. not my thing

like with eve there was still a clear mutual respect? i guess? idk

maybe it’s just because i’m more sensitive to mean banter? i don’t like mean banter, even when it’s like, def 100 percent well meaning and not mean spirited and no one is actually offended or hurt

although despite not liking their Thing I do a) think it’s very cute how he looks at her, b) their vibe as they start to get to know each other is Better, c) the end of the movie scene where she rides in for maximum drama? now that was good shit.

oh he’s sherlocking her in a shy attempt to impress her but it’s only going to piss her off, right?

oh she’s just sherlocking him back

KSGFJLDKFGJ LMAO “nerd” and that’s it. fair

Cutting Off His Head damn that’s hardcore

hmmmm cringe,

and more cringe

and cringe.

her waking up to him gone right after telling that story about waking up to her librarian gone and then killed—oof

love the serpent brotherhood lady being like wow!! he’s SO COMPETENT!! (cuts to him screaming)

do these ancient traps just have infinite arrows?

also I do love the whole waltzing across trope what can I say im a sucker

DFLKGLDKFGJLDKJG fucking CHUCKS SOMETHING AT IT and immediately where he would be standing is crushed by a huge rock amazing

he literally just chucked a rock at it and it fell over

ah the classic “let the hero get it for us” move

oh there he is! rip

why does he look like macpherson

not really but kind of

also contrast between the lady always being like “omg the librarian is so smart” and him assuming nicole is the one who did the smart thing

“your tears were perfect” how much more of an asshole can you get

They really could have played him as more sympathetic—“oh, we’re always around these powerful artifacts but we never use them for good! I had to do it, I was sick of sitting back and doing nothing” or like “all those years of danger and guarding powerful things and what good did it ever do me? what do I get for my service?” or anything but nah hes just like “mm power good babes. anyway I love sex and being mean”

to be fair flynn he was the librarian too—a real librarian? I mean yeah edward was corrupted and ultimately failed his duties but he had to have been qualified and actually got the job for a reason

flynn I know you think you sound badass but you really don’t

god not shangri-la again. everything the show did with that was. Bad. yikes

why is—god, I should really learn her name [checks notes] lana fangirling so much?

also following the lamia tradition of “serpent brotherhood second in command who is more interesting than the main evil white guy and also a pretty woc” huh

never got like “this is literally impossible” “well do it or I [generic bad guy threat]” like usually that means nothing lmao

LDFKGJLDKFJLDKFGJ ok first of all god is me? bitch?

second of all. me in english? on this fucking ancient very much not english thing? I mean I guess a) it might not be literal, even though he did say “m, e” by letters, b) it is a christian myth so maybe planted later??? but like?????

dude. giving the super powerful artifact to your prisoner? bad idea. if you’re worried about booby traps have a minion do it.

oh yes your gun is so scary in the face of a temple collapsing

why do heroes always think the whatever is safer with them than the temple that’s guarded it for a thousand years

I get it’s been discovered but like. fuck. still

You Are Going To Crash This Helicopter

SLKGJ HORRIBLE HIGH VELOCITY PIE OF DEATH

flynn and judson…..wholesome

oh here comes more forced romance

just let them be friends who grow to mutually respect each other blease

it is very fucking funny that the mom is like ….. oh my god…. oh my god,,, a WOMAN AJUST ANSEWREDM Y SDONGS PHONE?????????OH MY GOFD?????

he is bisexual. but it’s good he’s getting out

ah floofy hair

cahooting,

Yes You Do Need Clothes

that’s a teleporter sir

god eddie wild is such a boring fucking villain and person

and his plan SUCKS

also the serpent brotherhood (why BROTHERhood?) sucks and hates the library why would they just let this guy, a librarian, literally be their new leader

wow he just stabbed a guy on his OWN TEAM for no reason

great going asshole

love how lana is just like…. O-O

we stan lana. she hasn’t done much and she’s technically a bad guy i just love her

“at last we can be one” what does that even mean

why would lana or any of them want to help him he just killed one of their own for no reason hes clearly tripping on power and leaving yall to die

lfkgjdlkfgj flynn dodging so hard while the others is fight and then PUNCHING A GUY

dfglkjdflgkj wait it’s the professor dude why is that so funny

is he WITH THEM??? I think I just missed something

hold on a sec

yeah I think he just appears??? And flynn just fucking broke his nose iconic

wait so was he with them or is he just here going WHY ARE THERE RANDOM PEOPLE IN MY PYRAMID????????????

oh right he built the—ok I got it

Wait what

I mean I did think lana was neat and she seemed impressed with flynn but what shes just like, in love with him now? that makes zero fucking sense why would she want them to Be Together

Is it just so there can be a catfight between the two hot chicks?

seriously tho? morally pure blonde blue eyed girl versus Evil Asian Chick? really?

for the record NOT THAT IT MATTERS but lana is way cuter im just saying

ah badass judson

THE COMEDY OF THE CAPSTONE CRUSHING HIM DLFKGJDLKFGJ

oh………….pulling out excalibur…. predicable but so good

oh the painting….the very Parenty way of revealing it…… wholesome

oh did NOT like that transition

oh here comes the badass fucking entrance with his gf busting in on his mom trying to set him up with girls

HER ENTRANCE IS SO UNNECESSARAILY DRAMATIC I LOVE THEM

I just love the mom’s face ldfkgjldfkgjdlkfgjdlkfjgd shes like WHAT THEGUFVCJK

again I don’t love the vibes of “oh my weird loser son is finally normal!” but to be fair im exaggerating a bit from just facial expressions it’s just. sigh

but ngl the vindication of him being able to be like. yeah that’s right im a badass now and my gf is cool as fuck is still good

him and nicole do have not terrible vibes at the end but if I remember correctly that mission (time travelling ninjas and hg wells’s time machine) is the one that separated them so rip I guess

overall: good movie! as cringe as I remember but I still love flynn so much

#flynn carsen #the librarian: quest for the spear #going to bed now. perhaps the others tomorrow

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goldentournesol · 4 years

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📺 rock creek park :)

alrighttt, rock creek park let’s gooo! i’ll be documenting all my thoughts so i will be putting a read more lol (long post)

- i love how immediately we know what the victim was doing last purely because of a phone call, cm tends to do that a lot, they use the “phone call” to let the audience know what the victims were doing last

-OH MY LORD SPENCER LOOKS SO GOOD i’m 40 secs in and he’s literally gorgeous??? he looks good in blue

- so just because her husband’s a congressman, she’s VIP....okay...tell that to the hundreds of prostitutes who go missing without anyone noticing

-kate playing devil’s advocate “what if she left on her own accord” MHM

-Hotch in short sleeves??? YES PLEASE

-hahaha he’s a white congressman with a white, blonde wife no wonder they’re VIP

-ahhh so they weren’t sure it was an abduction BUT GET THIS the last voicemail proves it was, i love when TV mimics reality :)

-hehehe spencer read the opening quote

-ANDERSOONNNNN!!!

-ahh yes casually mentioning shipping missiles to syria

-LMAO ROSSI JUST SAID 1-800-THUG, comedic genius

-i love the satchel clutch™ SO MUCH

-”yeah i’m spencer!! i don’t really shake han-” ICONIC

-I DONT SPEAK RUSSIAN--but he sounds good. also the subtle stare before telling her not to worry, he does {speak russian} that was hot, sir.

-NOT THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT FROM HIM SPOILING THE BOOK FOR HER AHHHHH im cringing

-UGH I REMEMBER THE MOTHER SHE PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH

-the successful brother and struggling brother trope, media loves it

- THE FAMOUS GIFS OF HIM BY THE WINDOW, i’m melting

-the fact that he can understand a western nigerian language???? his brain amazes me

-”coffee is a language in itself” CUTIEPIE

-why is the reporter so rude AHAH

-JJ LOOKS EXQUISITE!!!!!

-20 MILLION DOLLARS?? 20 MILLION DOLLARS COULD FEED 20 MILLION PEOPLE what a stupid price to ask for, ask for something realistic (not me telling criminals how to do their jobs)

- rossi going “Someone could be trying to hurt you, but who is the 20 million dollar question?” SOMEONE TAKE THIS MAN’S SCRIPT AWAY

-I LOVE WHEN JJ TALKS TO THE REPORTERS

-hehehehe those drawings were ALL matthew not spencer

-what an impersonal personal question, what did we do after our first date?? what about something you’d only share with your wife? but they went to rock creek park, i get it

-I’M SORRY, MORGAN IN BURGUNDY IS VERY DISTRACTING, he KISSED garcia’s cheeeekkkkk eeeeeeeeeee!!!

- if JJ and MOrgan interrogated me i would be shivering in a corner

-i love how SWAT people are in full gear and the BAU is in kevlar vests aahaha

-SHIIIII THE EARRR that is gory af, the reveal was awesome though

-oooo hotch intimidating the congressman and the intern ratting him outtt (i dont remember what happens lol it’s like i’m watching this for the first time)

-does everyone just readily threaten with suicide? do people really do that as often as tv makes it seem?

-another man incapable of taking no for an answer smh

-aww spencer caring about the woman 🥺🥺

-i’m sorry, it’s who’s responsibility is to use protection???

-i cannotttt get over how good mgg looks in this episode!!

-AHHH THE PLOT TWIST, i really thought they were gonna kill her

-Hotch’s condescending tone is making me act upppp

-it got political yyoooo

-oh man when they saved her 🥺🥺

-”speaking of pretty boys, where’s reid?” YOU KNOW WHAT YOU RIGHT

-HE;S SO POLITE SO CUTE

-WE COULD HAVE HAD SOMETHING

-UGHHHHH THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN SO CUTE

-BUT THE WRITERS ROBBED US AGAIN

-HE shook her hand 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

-politics are one big joke, sorry

-the last 30 seconds are what really ties the whole ep together tbh

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skullrock · 4 years

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the partners, chapter four - Steve x Reader

chapter four: heaven knows I'm miserable now

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: You and Steve tip toe around your feelings; You find evidence that might link Chief to the death.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, pining

word count: 4k (oof!)

a/n: here’s the Spotify playlist that goes with the series, and you can catch up here. would love to give the biggest possible shout out to @comedy-witch who helped me go through this entire plot line and find the essence of the story!!! em is the best and im love her. I hope you folks enjoy this chapter!

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“And so Tommy was like –“ You make a stupid face. “’Oh, look who it is!’ And Steve was like –“ You make an exaggerated frown. “’Oh, hello!’”

“That’s not what I said,” Steve laughs.

“Um, I think I’d know, I was there,” you respond, then continue. “And so Tommy was like, calling me a slut, and – oh, and Carol touched Steve’s hair – and then Tommy got really close to Steve—”

“And Y/N shoved him away, and I tried to stop her, I did –”

“Yeah, but I was really mad, and then Tommy called Steve a fuck up, and that really made me mad, and so I took the lid off my slushie and I went –“ You mimic pouring the slushie over Steve’s head, and he makes a shocked face. “And then I was like –“ You grab Steve’s arm and twist it behind him, gently enough so it doesn’t hurt him.

“Holy shit,” Mike says, leaning forward.

“You did that to Tommy?!” Lucas says in disbelief.

“Oh, that’s not even the craziest part,” Steve says. “Then she was like, ‘Tommy, if I hear you say Steve’s name one more time, I’ll kill you,’ and then, she was like - “ he turns to you, intending on reenacting when you kissed Tommy’s nose, but decides against it. “And then she kissed his nose!”

“No way!” a few of the kids gasp in unison.

“It’s true, I was there,” you repeat.

“It was so badass,” Steve says. “I thought she was just gonna tell him to tuck his shirt in or something –”

“Steve, when have I ever –”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” he says, and you slap his shoulder.

“And you didn’t get in trouble?” Will asks nervously.

“Not yet, hopefully never,” you respond.

“Tommy’s got a thing against girls standing up to him, he won’t say shit.” Steve assures.

Your watch starts beeping – it’s 10 pm. You have a shift in the morning, while Steve gets the day off.

“I’ve gotta run, guys,” you say, grabbing your jacket.

“Don’t beat someone up while you’re at it,” Max jokes, and you roll your eyes.

While talking to everyone, you didn’t notice Robin standing in the corner, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed. Her eyes narrow even more as Steve grabs your arm when you try to go, telling you to be careful. She watches as your face flushes and your hand tucks a stand of hair behind your ear.

You walk out to your car, and Robin bounds up behind you. “Y/N!”

“Oh, hey,” you say, as if it’s the first time you saw her all night. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” she asks, scoffing. “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” you ask, laughing nervously.

“Are you kidding? Y/N, when have you ever been physical with someone for someone else?”

You shrug. “I’m emotional.”

Robin laughs. “Well, sure, but you’ve never been outright violent.” She narrows her eyes again. “Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

She laughs in disbelief. “You’ve got it bad for Harrington!”

“No, I don’t!” you defend, but your face turns red and your eyes shift over to the right. “We’re just friends.”

Robin sighs. She reaches out for you and pulls you into an embrace, which you return happily. She pulls back, placing her hands firmly on your shoulders. “You need to be careful with him.”

You furrow your brows and open your mouth to question it, but she cuts you off.

“Steve has completely shut down after last year,” she explains. “And I’m very happy he’s letting you in, he must think you’re really special to have done that…. But he’s definitely not ready for any type of relationship. I’m worried you’re going to fall for him, and not be able to have him. You both deserve to be happy – I don’t want this to end badly for you guys.”

“Robin,” you say, irritated. “I’m not catching feelings.”

She rolls her eyes at first, but her expression softens. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not going to,” you say, rolling your shoulders. “Robin, I promise.”

She bites her lip and starts to smile. “You would be cute together, though.”

You blush, smiling, but quickly shake your head. “I’m not into him, Robin. I promise.”

Robin clicks her tongue. “If you do get into him, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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The next time you patrol with Steve, you are acutely aware of just how much Robin was right.

Every time Steve would smile, you’d notice how cutely his nose would crinkle. You got goosebumps when he would laugh, and you found yourself laughing at almost everything he said. One time, his forehead creased, and you reached out to smooth it, stopping yourself just in time.

Keep it together, idiot, you tell yourself, diverting your hand to act like you’re rubbing a crumb off of Steve’s shirt.

“What do you think about the Chief?” Steve asks suddenly, making your brows furrow.

“I mean, we’ve agreed he’s pretty odd,” you say. “I don’t have much of an opinion beyond that. Like, he taught me everything I know – how to shoot, how to detain… how to bully guys from high school.”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek, and you laugh. “What’s your latest problem with him?”

He continues to bite his cheek, and you wait for an answer. Finally, he talks. “Before you got to the scene last week, it was just me and Chief…. Well, those weird government guys were there, too. And… I don’t know. Chief was being really condescending, and he kept deflecting me when I said I thought it was something worse than a suicide. He seems pretty hell-bent on not letting either of us around this investigation, too. I don’t think that’s what we signed up for, do you?”

You shake your head. “I think it’s weird, too. They won’t even let us look at the photographs.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right. Something really doesn’t seem right with this. And don’t you think it’s weird that he was first on the scene? It’s usually the lower level people who respond first.”

“Damn,” you say, leaning back. “You’re right.”

“I know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Something’s up.”

At that moment, a car goes down the road. It wouldn’t be odd, except it was irrefutably Chief’s yellow ’67 Corvette. Your brows furrow and you lean forward. Chief never comes to this side of town – he lives on the outskirts on the very opposite side. You don’t even have to tell Steve your thoughts; he’s right there with you. He quickly puts the car in drive and begins to follow him from a distance.

“We really keep having these coincidences, huh?” you ask. “First Tommy, now Chief.”

“I think he’s heading towards the Source,” Steve breathes.

“The source?” you ask.

“I mean – the crime scene,” he corrects quickly, licking his lips. “You know – the source of the crime.”

That statement doesn’t sit right with you, but you don’t question it.

You follow Chief all the way to the west side of town, on the very outskirts. You watch as he pulls down a side road, and Steve takes another one, so it doesn’t look too suspicious. Your anxiety continues to grow, as does Steve’s, and you notice his jaw clenched tightly.

“Steve, you’re going to hurt yourself,” you say.

“Sorry,” he says, absentmindedly, and unclenches his jaw only slightly.

Steve’s confused. He thought Chief was going to Rimborn, but now they’re on the other side of town. Nothing makes sense, but he thinks something is about to happen. He’s not going to give up now.

A bright building illuminates the end of the road, surrounded by thick woods. A neon sign reading Bartini hangs off of it. Chief’s car pulls up to the front, and Steve continues down the road a ways before pulling over. You both whip around, Steve grabbing a pair of binoculars off the floor.

“Bartini?” you ask. “That’s lame.”

Steve shushes you, and you scoff. “Do you think you can hear them from he—”

“Shh!”

You both watch as Chief gets out of his car. He goes into the bar through a side entrance instead of the front. The side door is guarded by two tall people – Steve thinks they look an awful lot like the government men from the other night. He watches as Chief flashes something – it’s too dark to tell what – and Chief enters the building.

“What’s happening?” you whisper.

“He went inside,” Steve whispers back.

“Riveting,” you reply.

Steve turns back around in his seating, letting out a sigh. He brings the binoculars to his lap. You see that same thoughtfulness from earlier. You again wait for him to speak.

“I know it sounds weird. I know it does. But something bad is happening. I want to get to the bottom of this. I wish I could explain this to you, but I can’t. And I really need you to believe me on this.” There’s a desperation in his voice that you haven’t yet heard. It makes your heart hurt.

“I trust you,” you say, despite being confused as all hell internally.

And you mean it. You would trust him with your life. Even though his vagueness and attitude are a bit annoying and frustrating, you believe his judgement. You can see in his eyes that he’s not messing around.

“You’re my partner, remember?” you add. “I’m in this with you. I believe you.”

Steve sighs, looking at you gratefully. “We’ve got some sleuthing to do.”

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The next few days at the station are spent sneaking around. You both would wait until Chief went to lunch or to a meeting before raiding the office, trying to find anything to work with. You both knew most of the evidence for the case was in the evidence room – ironically, made from Hop’s old office, despite your protests – and that room was under strict lock and key.

While you tried to find things from the investigation, Steve researched building permits for the town at Town Hall. He finds the one for Starcourt Mall and sets it aside. He feels disgust churn in his stomach as he reads Mayor Kline’s signature, signing off on making a capitalist nightmare that nearly killed him and his friends a year ago. A pang of guilt runs through him. He shouldn’t have added you to this mess. If his hunch is right, you could be in serious danger. But he swallows the feeling, knowing he needs your support and help more than anything right now.

Not long after finding the records for Starcourt, he finds the records for Bartini. Steve’s heart races as he reads – Bartini was proposed the same day as Starcourt, built by the same company, and also signed off by Mayor Kline. Steve shakes his head, mumbling a “you son of a bitch,” and jumps up from his seat with the records in hand. He wants to believe that the government wasn’t that stupid, that they had realized this coincidence and checked it out. But the other part of him remembers the atrocities of the lab and thinks maybe it wasn’t a mistake at all.

At the same time, you find scans of the photographs from the crime scene. They’re shoved haphazardly into an empty drawer in the main office, and you truly can’t believe your luck. You scan through them carefully for any clues, and you strike gold. In a photograph of the back of the body, you notice a napkin sticking out from the man’s pocket. You grab a magnifying glass and look further – an illustration of a martini glass with an olive inside is printed on it in red ink. The emblem looks familiar, and you think for a moment before realizing it’s the same emblem that was on the Bartini sign.

You jump up and at the same moment, Steve walks in. He looks equally ecstatic and like he’s seen a ghost. He holds up the files with a small smile and settles at his desk. You run over and stand beside his chair as he pulls them out.

“This one is for Starcourt,” he says, placing it down. You scan it over and nod at him.

“And this one is for Bartini.” He places them side by side, and while you notice the similarities, you’re still confused.

“If Starcourt just caught on fire, then why does it matter if they are related?” you ask. “I mean, I know Kline was a crook, but what’s the connection?”

Steve curses under his breath. He forgot you didn’t know the whole story. He briefly considers telling you at least some parts but decides against it. You’d already agreed that you would take the information you were given, and you can’t break that agreement now.

“Just trust me on this,” he says slowly. “I think there’s a connection here.”

“I mean, alright,” you say, also slow. “I do have something that may reinforce your theory.”

You show him the photograph and explain the emblem on the napkin. Steve’s eyes widen and he grabs you, spinning you around. Your heart leaps and races as you laugh. He puts you down, beaming. He still holds on to your arms though, and his warm palms are all you can think about at the current moment.

For a fleeting moment, Steve’s stomach flips, thinking of how beautiful you look when you’re happy. But he pushes those thoughts to the side with an anxious pang in his gut.

“This is it!” he cheers. “This proves it. The bar is involved.”

“Bet you’re happy you let me help, huh?” you ask.

“You’re wonderful,” he says. “I knew I could count on you.”

You feel yourself blush, so you quickly pull away, walking towards your desk. “Do you think the napkin would be in the evidence room?” you ask, looking anywhere but at him.

“Most likely,” he says. “And I know just the way to get in.”

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Steve’s idea was admittedly pretty stupid, and a little rude, too.

His plan was simple – flirt with Veronica, who has the key, get her to go in to find the napkin, and bring it to him.

“Veronica’s not an idiot,” you say. Something about the plan makes you feel sick, but you push it down - again. “She’s not going to just waltz in and steal evidence for you.”

“You underestimate my charm,” he says. He’s looking into a mirror in the annex and fixing his hair.

“We don’t need the napkin,” you say.

“Oh, but we do,” he replies. “Chief went to that bar last night, remember?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don’t have a memory problem like you.”

He rolls his eyes. “Chief. The bar. Starcourt. Body. Chief goes into a private entrance at the bar – that implies that he is some sort of VIP, right? The bar’s emblem is on the dead person’s body. The bar was made at the same time as Starcourt. Chief probably has something to do with the bar, Starcourt, and the body. He doesn’t want to be caught, so he takes evidence and destroys it. We need to get that napkin before he does.”

The feeling of dread and uncertainty permanently attaches itself to your stomach, and you feel nauseous. “What if you’re wrong? What if Chief isn’t involved?”

He turns around from the mirror to look at you. He did fix his hair up pretty nicely – the handsomeness he exudes sidetracks you for a brief moment.

“Don’t you think he is involved?” he asks.

“I mean, I guess, but Steve, you’re not giving me a lot to work with here,” you say, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “And if we get caught, we’re done for.”

“We’ve been living on the edge for a while now, Y/N.”

“Patrolling on our own is completely different from breaking into the evidence room and stealing evidence.”

Steve sighs. He walks over to you, taking you in his arms again. “Don’t you trust me?”

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. It feels good to be in his arms. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Steve.”

“Do you think so?” he says cheekily, flashing a smile. It’s enough to make your knees weak.

Still, you force yourself out of his grip. “I’m sure Veronica will think so.”

You both go out to the reception desk, meeting with Veronica. Veronica was usually a pretty quiet gal, but when she saw Steve, she could not stop talking. He flashes her the same smile he just flashed you, and your heart equally leaps and sinks.

“Veronica,” he purrs. “What’s been up, doll?” Steve admittedly does not really remember how to flirt with women, but is trying to channel his high school self as best as he can right now.

You scrunch your nose in disgust – doll? – but quickly go back to being pokerfaced.

“Ugh, it’s been so busy today, oh my god. First Chief has a ton of meetings, then Callahan isn’t here, so I have no one to talk to, and did you see what happened on 8th and Oak this morning? What a wreck, probably going to take a while to –”

“Veronica,” Steve interrupts sweetly. “Can I ask you a favor?”

She smiles brightly. “What can I do for you?”

Steve pauses – he didn’t think this far ahead. He looks back at you with his mouth slightly open, then back at Veronica, smiling cockily again. “Any chance you could grab something from the evidence room for me?”

Now you know why this display is sickening to you. Steve’s treating her like a pawn to help him excel in his mission, and it kind of feels like he’s doing the same to you. You remember what Robin said – how he isn’t going to catch feelings – and the impact of those words settle in your stomach like a rock. You are no different from Veronica; just a girl helplessly infatuated with a boy who will never reciprocate, wanting to help him as much as you could in the hopes that maybe he would like you back. These thoughts pull you from the situation unraveling, and you don’t even notice Veronica skipping off.

“Hey,” Steve says quietly, bumping into you. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah!” you say after a pause.

“I got her to go in,” he says.

You force a tight-lipped smile, and his falters. “What’s wrong?”

You bite your tongue, afraid to speak. Is it even worth it to bring it up? Would it give your feelings away? But you decide to do it anyway, because ragging on each other is kind of your brand.

“Just seems kind of mean,” you say slowly.

“What does?”

“Using Veronica to get shit done for you.”

His brows furrow and he shakes his head slightly. “What are you talking about?”

“Steve, she’s like, in love with you,” you say nervously, “and you’re using her to break into the evidence room. She could get fired for that, man.”

Realization dawns on Steve’s face, and he looks disappointed with himself. His epiphany calms you, because at least he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

Either that, or he’s just a really good actor.

“I didn’t think of it like that,” he whispers, eyes downcast.

“Yeah,” you say. “Maybe you should reexamine your relationships with wo—”

“Stevie,” Vanessa calls as she walks out of the evidence room.

Steve spins around on his heals, dashing smile plastered on his face again. “Yes, sweetheart?”

It infuriates you that he goes back into this bullshit façade, but you decide to question him on it when you aren’t in front of Veronica.

“No napkins are in there,” she says.

Steve furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“No napkins,” she repeats. “Nothing that even looks like a napkin, actually.”

Steve stills and your mouth falls open. Someone did tamper with the evidence.

“Oh, well, thanks, Roni!” he says quickly, and pulls you back to the annex, leaving a confused but happy Veronica in your wake.

He shuts and locks the door and starts to pace.

“Holy shit,” you say, stunned.

“We’ve got to go in there,” he says, voice wavering.

“Into the evidence room?”

“No, no, the bar,” he says. He runs his hand through his hair – a nervous tick you’d picked up on – and he taps his fingers against his crossed arms. “Chief took the napkin, I know it. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

You swallow, hard. “And what are we supposed to do there?”

“Get to the bottom of this,” he says. “Find out what Chief goes for, see if there is anything up with it. Try to find out what the connection is, who owns it, who runs it.”

“We’re underage,” you point out, and he deflates. You sigh and add, “But I know a guy.”

Steve spins around. “A guy?”

You sigh again and pull out your wallet. You hand an ID over to him – it’s a fake. Steve looks between it, back at you, then back down at it, mouth open. “You have a fake ID?”

“How else was I supposed to drink when I was at school?”

“You just don’t seem like the type.”

“Does it matter?” you snap, snatching it back. “Look, if we are going in, we have to be disguised to the max. I’m talking wigs and an entire wardrobe change. We cannot be found out, because if Chief finds us, underaged in this bar, we are getting kicked into the sun.”

“Or he could get his Russian cronies to kill us,” he mumbles. His eyes widen and he looks like he regrets it immediately.

You know it’s against the rules to push, but you do it anyway, because how the fuck can you be quiet after that? “Russians?”

“I said – I said he would be rushing – rushing to get cronies to kill us.” He laughs sharply. “Uh, damn Y/N, get your hearing checked.”

You narrow your eyes. “If you don’t explain this shit and stop gaslighting me in five seconds, I’m out.”

Steve grabs your hands and pulls you towards him. This is getting ridiculous, you think, as your heart yet again goes crazy over his touch. You look away from him, but he softly says your name, so you look back. You see sincerity in his eyes, and he looks solemn.

“I promise when this is over, I’ll explain everything,” he says. “But I can’t tell you until I know you’re safe.”

“Oh, like you care about me,” you say. You try to smile through it – like it’s a joke - but it’s still a bit painful.

Steve’s brows furrow and his face goes soft. “I’m not trying to use you or Veronica. What I did with Veronica – that was stupid, and you’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. But I really do need your help. I’m not telling you things because they can really hurt you. I should never have let you in on this anyway, but I need you. You keep me going, Y/N. You’re….”

He trails off as he takes your face in. The innocence in your eyes, the rosiness in your cheeks, your widened pupils. How beautiful you are throws him off guard again, and he swallows hard, recovering and pushing past his anxiety and attraction. Being with you is simply not an option, and he feels foolish for even having the fleeting thought.

“You’re my best friend,” he finishes. “I couldn’t do this without you. Honest.”

You stare at his chest for a moment before smiling. “I thought Dustin was your best friend?”

“Oh, I forgot about Dustin. You’re right, he’s my best friend.”

You both laugh and the tension dissipates. You sigh and look back up at him. “Saturday night, we go in.”

Steve steps back and offers you his hand, and you shake on it, but you can’t help to notice how nervous his eyes look.

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i had known that lostinsantacarlo was a homophobic asshole but i didnt know she was transphobic (i mean, i suspected but other than her "i perceive the lost boys as straight males" comment i didnt have much to go on for the transphobia) but thank you for saying something because im sick of her -_-

This is probably gonna be a long answer so my apologies. To you and whoever else is reading this in advance

Yeah man you're welcome and anytime. This has been something that's been going on before, even before I made these posts and called her out. Because this is something that STILL needs to be said. Like in the beginning sure I thought the blog was cool, I've left them some asks in the past but, slowly I've started noticing and seeing her behavior especially how she portrays the guys and how she goes out of her way to "correct" people. It's still clearly an issue, because she is still fucken doing it. Nitpicking, controlling, and using "oh it's canon because I said so, and you're wrong" type of excuse just to project her cis, homophobic, transphobic, and racist behavior. It's bad enough she talks over people of color, and lgbtq youth in the fandom. She's in no position to be telling us what's canon or not that's one and second she's a fucken bully, that knows exactly what the fuck she is doing. I hate that she acts like some "mother figure" when she does the complete opposite. She'll belittle you, and act like you're beneath her, that she "owns" the characters/film. She acts like she has sources when she purposely steals from others, sends people to stalk others that have blocked her, and mainly discredits anyone who actually sourced info from the film and claim it as her own. Her stories never add up keep that in mind. I doubt she has contributed in any way of form with the film. And even if she did help on some small part of a book, that doesn't make her the boss to tell us what is and what isnt. She goes out of her way to press and press her own opinions and try to tell others how they're wrong because, the way they portray the characters don't fit into what she likes. She has no respect for other's posts or writings, or art, cosplay etc. Uses the whole "I don't agree this but its cool anyways LOL" type of comments, it's all really condescending. Because she just wants desperately for others (especially those new to the fandom and film) to believe that she is in charge when obviously she's not in charge of shit.

For sure my issue here with her is EVERYTHING, and is her being a bully, and then acting like she was the one being bullied. She lies. Alot. And it's so cringy because this is a 40yr old white woman. That clearly doesn't have alot to do and just keeps acting out onto others. And then excuses it or flip the narrative like "oh woe is me, I'm not devious or evil" she's blocked me for calling her out, she's blocked my friend especially when all my friend did was confront her POLITELY example down here my friend tells her this..

And then Jen goes and sends my friend this after that post being over dramatic and clearly not fucken reading what my friend tells her..

The first one sounds innocent right?

But then she goes and says this to my friend on her IG

Instead of being an adult and LISTENING she just quickly blocks her not even bothering to read what my friend has explained to her or even apologized. She(Lostinsantacarla) does some fucked up shit, and allows her friends/followers to go and bully others that don't agree with her. She's done it before and she's done it especially to my friend. And as that all is happening she then does some post about "keeping the peace" when she knows exactly what's going on.

Over all she's not a good person she's toxic as fuck and her behavior will never change. I feel very sorry for those that believe her sob story and even justify or try to even excuse her behavior. Like just because you went through shit DOESN'T give you a pass to a toxic piece of shit to others. At all.

Followed by her telling my friend to get rid of her post. Again acting like she wants no ill will etc.

Here's some more examples of her being a condescending and nitpicker

This 1st one was what she told someone I used to be friends with(they are those people that excuse her behavior and even try to Justify it too, after going on a full rant why they hate how she acts but that's a topic for another day) about my friend V. Spreading rumours that aren't true. She talks about people behind their backs and then acts like she loves you to your face.

Another fact that ex friend( who's account is deactivated) doesn't know my friend V. That was a false statement on his part. But again that's a story for another time.

And then this is her(lostinsantacarla) recently too telling that same individual that I'm no longer friends with this about their favorite character Paul

Now I understand others not wanting to be involved etc. Cuz she is a bully and maybe they are scared of her. But I'm not and I don't care. I rather do something about it, than sit by and stay quiet. Because it's gonna keep getting worse and I don't want people like her to leave others in the fandom feeling like they can't express themselves the best they know how or even enjoy the film. She's a fucked up person. And is in no position to tell anyone what to do. And I don't pity her because she knows what she is doing.

And I'm just glad I'm using my platform, my voice to speak up. If others don't that's fine. Just know I won't stop using my voice at all. And expose her for what she really is.

Don't be fooled by her guys lostinsantacarla isn't a good person and her behavior won't change ever. Her behavior is unacceptable and you can't excuse that. At all. She's been doing this shit forever and even with all these call outs she STILL does it and then acts like a victim when really she is the problem. She's the bully and she knows it. She just loves to disguise herself like the victim.

I'm just proud that you see it and it makes me proud that some are actually noticing this. USE YOUR VOICE AGAINST FOLKS LIKE HER!!

If she calls me a bully that's fine. I know I'm not, neither is my friend V. I just don't tolerate bigots like her. Her manipulative and toxic behavior I don't let at all slide.

#im just doing my part #andyaxo #me #asks #answered #stoping the real bullies here #Lostinsantacarla #lostinsantacarla is trash and we want her gone now!!#lostinsantacarla #The Lost Boys #80s #the lost boys 87 #the lost boys 80s #asks and answers #thank you #mullet69

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softmoxymuffin · 6 years

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It Started with Submission

why am i writing another ambrollins fic when i haven’t even finished my other fics? coz im stupidly inspired and lazy all that the same time...

anyway... might finally attempt some ambrollins smut if anyone is up for it but this is the first part and i wanted to see anyone is interested

inspired by jaboukie young white’s joke to how to get someone to stop bullying you

hope you guys enjoy

update: decided to turn this in to a series

It Started with Submission

Chapter 1: Gym

Chapter 2: Showers

Chapter 3: Car

CHAPTER 1: GYM

It started with submission. Actually, like many of Seth’s problems it started with Dean being an absolute brat, and the fact that he always seemed to be able to get under his skin so goddamn easily.

It was just from a passing comment. Nothing really to be meant by. He and Dean actually found some time to get into a gym, and luckily or unluckily enough, depending on who you were talking to, this gym had a ring. Though it was mainly used for boxing the guys who ran the place recognized them and told them they had free reign to wrestle as they please. So as long as they didn’t damage the thing.

As they lifted weights in the practically empty gym, they started to chat as they did. Nothing really major, just catching up their day to day. At some point in the countless reps and bench presses they’re friendly chatter turned to the usual playful competitiveness between them.

“Think it’s pretty easy to figure out-” Dean spoke confidently. “I mean we bring differences-” he pointed to Seth “You’re all speed”, and pointed to himself with a cheeky “I’m stamina.”

Seth scoffed. “If I remembered correctly I beat you in a 45 minute match.”

“Yeah, barely.” Dean snarked. “Plus at the end of it you practically dead weight… I would have been fine if I actually got you on the mat.” He added with.

“Oh you wanna bet?” Seth dared as he motioned to the ring on the other side of the gym.

With a bright row of pearly white teeth, a condescending smile was all the answer Seth needed.

The two men climbed into the ring and decided whoever tapped out first would lose, and be in charge of the driving from here to the next state they were headed to. They shook in agreement and began.

Something really fun about fighting Dean was the fact that Seth always felt this electric energy between them. They were so different as individuals, but in the ring they always seemed to be in the same wavelength. What was also very frustrating about fighting Seth was he assumed by the way he fought him he seemed to feel the same way. Dean could just tell how he moved. He always seemed to just know when he’d turn left, when he swerved right. He knew when to hit him hard, but he also knew how to catch him safely. For a wrestler like Seth this was the dream, but also a nightmare.

On this rare occasion, Seth actually caught Dean by surprise with a submission lock. A move Dean would have been more attuned with, which what made Seth come up with it. He did have to admit, the close to the ground and grappling sort of fighting really was more up Dean’s alley, but Seth had a deep desire to prove the other man wrong.

Both men were on their hands and knees, well at least Dean was. Seth’s body framed over Dean’s. Everything from the thighs up meeting with the Armenian’s front on top of Dean’s back. The only way they were different was with Seth holding Dean’s right arm in a V behind his back, at the same time he had his left arm wrapped around the other man’s throat. The only thing keeping them somewhat upright was Dean’s left forearm which then suddenly buckled underneath them.

With his left hand now free, Dean managed to grab ahold of the brunette’s forearm that was currently digging against his windpipe. It wasn’t enough to really choke the man, but enough for it to be uncomfortable.

Seth knew he had the power at that moment. But the way Dean struggled beneath him and the way his knee was starting to ache from the pressure to keep them both down that was slowly getting to him.

“Ready to tap?” Seth had grunted against the blond’s ear.

“No.” Dean smiled, Seth was pretty fucking sure if he weren’t getting choked right now he’d be laughing at him. “I can get out of this… easy.” He spoke the last word with the barest of air.

“Oh really?” Seth found the other man’s cockiness frustrating, but he wouldn’t be Dean if he didn’t. “Go ahead and try.” He dared.

Dean did.

It felt like it happened all at once. Dean dipped his shoulders lower, his chest practically flat on the mat. He arched his back like a cat, then he pushed his ass back against Seth’s front. Finally, he used his free hand to pry the some space between the other man’s tan forearm from his vulnerable neck. It was the tiniest bit of space, but it gave Dean enough leverage to turn his head to somewhat face and nuzzle against his dark scruffy beard. Then Dean moaned.

“Uhh Daddy…”

With that one word it was like a live wire was connected to Seth’s spine. He couldn’t let go of the other man fast enough. That sudden scramble, for less than a second, was all Dean needed. He had twisted his body in a way that flipped both men from their original position. Instead though, Dean aimed for Seth’s lower body and somehow managed a knee lock.

Just as Seth suspected, his knee already pretty banged up from before just couldn’t handle the move as long as the other man could. Reluctantly he found the energy to loudly tap against the mat signaling the other man to let go fairly quickly.

They laid there in the middle of the ring, both breathless and tired. Their bodies feeling that familiar ache of a good match. Even in ridiculous gym fights, both still found it within them to be as intense as they were. Dean lied there with a grin on his face. The portrait of tired victory.

Seth on the other hand, though was very disappointed at his defeat, was far more preoccupied by what had happened in the last couple of seconds. Seth knew logically it was impossible that what had occurred lasted only a couple of seconds, but if it didn’t it almost felt like it lasted for hours in repeated slow motion. Seth couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

One second he had his best friend in a chokehold, just waiting for him to submit. Another second, his so called best friend practically ground his ass against his dick as he called him daddy. It was probably one of the most shocking things that had every happened to him.

But what was most shocking was.

He seemed to like it. At least going by the hard on he seemed to have in his tights in that very moment.

“Fuck…” he said under his breath.

“Don’t sweat it man.” Dean reassured him.

Seth’s turned to face the other man, his neck giving a sharp bit of a crack from the sudden movement. Thankfully his fear that the other man was talking about his current situation right now, he could see Dean was still flat on his back and locking up at the ceiling.

Seth was sorely tempted to cover himself up, but he knew he’d risk the possibility of directing attention to the very situation he was trying to hide.

Again, thankfully, Dean had slowly made a move to get up. His face turned away from Seth and as he turned to outright just leave the ring.

“Headed for the showers,” Dean said without turning to face him, nor did he stop from climbing out the ring.

The brunette sighed a breath of relief, as he force his arms to stay glued to the mat, and keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He was just so fucking glad Dean didn’t seem to notice anything.

“You coming?” he asked, playful teasing practically dripped from his question.

Seth felt himself twitch. Whatever relief he thought he had found, vanished into thin air. Replaced by the cold tingly feeling of his sweat drying against his skin. A heavy emptiness on his lap. He swore he could even feel the ghost of the heat from Dean’s mouth against his face as he whispered those two words.

What the fuck was Seth gonna do?

#blagamuffin writes stuff #ambrollins #friends to lovers #ambrollins smut #eventually... i like making them squirm first #hehehhe #i dont have a great wealth of knowledge with the technical aspects of wrestling #but it can be kinda gay sometimes #or like all the time #dean ambrose #seth rollins #it started with submission series

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hippityhoppityyourenowmyproperty · 6 years

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Reset!Rant (part 4)

Blackout

Chapter: 1

Thad: "Even though Craydl was programmed to obey my dear grandfather over me, he still could hold a conversation and be useful. While you have some rudimentary communicative abilities, it's not the same. I could say the same of Bart."

This is a put down that comes out of the blue and it shows how normal it has become for Thad to resort to insulting Bart. This insult is especially tasteless when you remember that a lot of ND people have problems with verbal communication/talk too fast/talk too loud or too quiet/have trouble expressing their thought and can go nonverbal. So yeah, basically another slice at Bart for having ADHD, wouldn't you know it.

Thad's vision blacked out and he grabbed the washing machine for stability. If felt as if the bottom fell out of his world. He knew this feeling all too well now, but it had never been as bad as this. He staggered away from the laundry and into the kitchen to sit.

.................................... Helen's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Thad? I just got a call from the school. Bart passed out in class and I'm going to pick him up. I'll be home soon." When Helen returned home with Bart, Thaddeus was waiting in the kitchen with a smirk on his face. "You passed out?" Bart scowled and stomped off to dump his backpack and jacket off on his bedroom floor. Thaddeus snorted, still sneering.

Making fun of someone because they showed physical weakness, that's stereotypical school yard bullying right there. "Haha look at you you loser! You passed out. You're such a weakling!" Thad is so...pathetic in this. He is so desperate for power, so desperate to be superior to Bart. He waited all this time in the kitchen just so that he could throw Bart this line. He clinges to everythign that will make him appear better than Bart. He obssessively seeks out every little one of his flaws and mistakes in order to maintain his big ego. It's almost pittyful. Of course he snots at Bart, of course he is behaving as condescending as possible. Thad is the kind of person who kicks someone who's already on the ground. This is just...So ugly to read. Hey Thad, you nearly passed out earlier this day, I don't see you shaming yourself for being weak. What's the difference? What's making you so special that you don't deserve to be shamed for it?

Hey Helen, you're just going to ignore Thad very obviously and viciously bullying the closest person you have to a son? You're not gonna repriment him for it so that he won't continue to destroy Bart's self esteem and his mental health? No? Great, it would be very confusing if you suddenly started being a responsible parent.

Thaddeus leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. "You're pathetic." He sneered.

Funny that you mention it, have you looked in the mirror lately?

Chapter: 2

Mike gestured to Bart's injuries. "You could say that you got hit in the face with a basketball or something." Bart slung the bag over his shoulder and pushed the bathroom door open. Maybe he could just go home? No, Thad was there, and he didn't want to listen to his evil twin berate him about getting bloodied in a fight.

Through his frequent put downs, Thad now made Bart afraid to show weakness. He knows that Thad will make fun of his vulnerability and won't be of any help to him.

Thad: "No moron, I'm playing with a tesseract puzzle." His voice was dripping with condescending sarcasm. "What else would I be doing?"

Another put down out of the blue. And a very sordid one, I might add.

Chapter: 3

A commotion in the backyard grabbed her attention and she saw Bart and Thad duking it out again. "Oh, for the love of...Wally, I'll call you back. The boys are really at it this time. I swear, Thad needs to get out of the house and get a life, and Bart needs to stop antagonizing him."

Hmm, that's odd. I could've sworn that Thad was the one who constantly ripped on Bart, was a dick to him and provoked Bart with "You've got ADHD so you're dumb" insults, and Bart was the one who remained friendly despite having to endure insult after insult without retailiating. Are you referring to the times Bart called Thad a jerk and said "Like you're any better"? Are those the oh so bad words Bart calls Thad that justify you saying "He's antagonizing him"? Because, and maybe that's just me, but calling someone who is neurodivergent a r*tard, moron, idiot, shortbus, brainless, annoying, destructive, a nuisance, hyperactive, embarrassing, dense, pathetic, saying that they have "Rudimentary communicative abilities", that they "probably got distracted with by something shiny" and implying over and over again that they're stupid and useless, that you see it as a disgrace to be related to them, that you'd like to beat them up, (and actually beating them up) and that they're inferior to you because of aspects of their personality they can't control is a bit worse than saying "Jerk" to defend yourself in response to being called those insults. And somehow we should believe that Bart is the one who is antagonizing Thad? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Thad is so obviously abusing Bart in this, I don't know how anyone couldn't see this. Screw Helen, she has no sense of fairness and justice when it comes to Bart's treatment. Do I have to explain the word favoritism? How come she lets Thad get away with was worse stuff? Why doesn't she chew him out for all the stuff he put Bart through? He was very clearly shaming him for having ADHD im Helen's presence, and she didn't do shit.

I'm 100% sure Thad started this conflict with some "You're inferior to me" comment and was also the one who got physical first.

Helen: "You don't even know?! Get in here and go to your rooms!" The boys let go of each other and sulked past Helen. "I swear you two, if you were girls, I would be blaming hormones for these outbursts."

Yeah, let's just casually ignore the fact that testosterones are the hormones that increase aggressive behavior and that boys produce about 16× more testosterone than girls, and that men are known to be quicker to express their anger through violence than women. (Cite: Men vs. Women: Hormones; a transgender perspective, Why do women and men respond differently to anger? PsychCentral) I guess I can add "sexist" to the list of things that make Helen an unlikable person. Also, glad to know that she now cares about breaking up a fight between them. Play fighting for fun in the yard? Absolutely not! What were you thinking? Why do you act like that? You should know better! Shady sparring fight in the streets? Sure Thad go ahead! Nothing wrong with beating up your brother to release your anger!

Chapter: 4

Thad answered with a smirk, "That you're a hyperactive brat who would just get more destructive when introduced to sizable amounts of caffeine."

Bart glowered and crossed his arms. "Shut up! I am not!" Thad lifted his chin in victory. "See? Hit the matk. I'm right."

Both Helen and Konner sit next to Bart and they say nothing in response.

Kon chuckled as Bart settled down at the table. "Man, I kinda missed that."

"Missed what?" Bart asked.

"You driving people nuts. Inertia's not Rob or Wondy but he flips out pretty fast." Thad snarled at Kon, "They don't have to live with him!"

Bart has been nothing but nice to Thad. Bart is the one who has to live with Thad's constant belittling. Thad has deluded himself into believing that he is the victim here, but he's really not. Bart is. Bart has been trying to help Thad, even though he was a total douchebag who constantly humiliated him. Bart has to live with Thad.

Chapter: 5

Kon: "Seriously, don't you have any other modes than "up yours" or "sideways"? You're going to die a lonely virgin life if you keep this up. Yeah, I get that your childhood was stolen by an evil madman and all, but you're preaching to the choir here. Dude, get over it. We did." Thad's glare darkened and he clenched his fist. Lunging forward with a punch, he stopped just short striking Kon. Shaking with fury, Thad backed away and left the kitchen. Bart sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. "He's gonna need to spar today and I'm all beat up already."

"You don't have to be his punching back."

"I'm not a punching back. I hit back."

I agree with Kon up until the "just get over it" part. It's nice to see someone finally calling Thad out on his demanding and shitty attitude, but telling an abuse victim to "just get over it" isn't good advice, either. What Kon should have told him was that Thad should work on his behavior and that him having been abused doesn't make it okay for him to abuse others.

The dialoge after that between Kon and Bart is another attempt on the author's part of justifying this situation. The "I hit back" isn't very encouraging when you consider that Thad is a way better fighter than Bart. The "He needs to spar today and I'm all beat up already" makes it very clear that Bart would rather not participate in a duel, but does it anyway because he feels pressured to keep Thad's emotions in check. Without Bart sacrificing his own well being, Thad would've gotten himself into a lot of trouble by beating up random people in blind rage. And Bart knows this. Despite what this sentence is trying to make you belive, their fights aren't balanced. Thad can easily overpower and outsmart him in a duel. At the end of the day, Bart is still his punching back.

Chapter: 5

Seeking Thad out, Bart found him in the library, talking with a couple of upperclassmen girls. Bart pulled him aside, much to Thad's annoyance. "I'm gonna need some help. Eddie's-" "Not my problem," Thad interrupted. "I don't care what's going on." "Look, getting beat up was just the start of it. He's-" "Not. My. Problem." Thad turned away from Bart. "If he got himself into it, he can get himself out of it. This is a waste of my time." "I just want you to back me up."

This kind of sums up what kind of person Thad is. He takes and take but doesn't repay the favors. He's cold and has no compassion. It doesn't matter to him what Bart did for him, and that he vouched for him. And going by Thad's logic, Max and Bart shouldn't have offered Thad to stay with them because; If he got himself into this situation, he can get himself out of it! Not our problem, we don't care what's going on!

Thad knows that Bart is going to do something really dangerous and could get seriously injured or even die, and he still doesn't give a fuck. He hasn't learned to care for Bart one bit.

Bart grinned at him. "You came."

"Max wanted us to take care of each other," Thad remined. "Letting you get pounded into a smear is a violation of those orders."

This is Thad admitting that the only thing that made him help is Max. I'm 100% certain that Thad would've gladly stood by and watched Bart die if it wasn't for Max. Thad still hates Bart's guts for whatever reason, and he actively shows him that every chance he gets.

Chapter: 7

"Obviously, I got my intelligence from both of our grandfathers. Pity that means there wasn't any left for you."

Hey Thad? How about you shut up and not smack talk Bart every chance you get? It would make you less of a person that deserves to get hit multiple times in the teeth with a brick. This is, very obviously, another put down directed at Bart's ADHD that is disguised as a joke.

Jerking his head up, Bart nodded. "You would do that?" "What kind of evil twin do you think I am?" Thad huffed in mock offense. "I only beat you up and ridicule your intelligence, not withhold precious words of wisdom that can be thrown in Wally's face whenever he gets his tights in a wad about you not being the perfect little sidekick. He treated Bart to a wicked grin. Legacies are more than a name and a costume."

Oh don't worry Thad, you're not the evil clone, you're just the abusive, selfish, cold hearted, self entitled, manipulative, egotistical brother. Yes, you 'only' did those things. They are still reprehensible and loathsome. They will still mess up a person and are unforgivable. Turning your actions into a joke doesn't make them funny or acceptable. The fact that he admits to his wrongdoings but doesn't see them as reprehensible speaks volume about his personality. He talks about his crude actions with such satisfaction and confidence as if he were proud of them. After everything I read about Thad in this, it's very likely that he is.

And the reason why he does Bart a favor here? Again, just doing it for himself. He tells Bart these things not becaus he likes Bart, but becaus he dislikes Wally for that whole legacy thing and wants him to suffer. Thad is self projecting about his issues with his legacy.

#tw abuse #tw manipulation #sibling abuse #bart allen #thad thawne #impulse #inertia #reset!rant #max crandal #helen claibrone

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cs-discourse · 6 years

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here we go

https://cs-discourse.tumblr.com/post/179953845684/uuuuwuu-every1-whos-concerned-abt-biased-judging

ok this attitude has been pissing me off long enough that it's time for one of my Big Ole Posts (tm) about how shitty this is! thanks.

uuuuwuu every1 whos concerned abt biased judging in comps is just soooow entitled !!!1 i cant bewieve ppl wouldnt want some1 whos literally explicitly stating at this point that they trust their friends more to "demonstrate dedication to the character" they assign to a design to b an influence in judging comps !!!!!11 bc artists Never weigh in on other artist's comps, so obviously thes ppl just want fwee merc designs !!!1!!1 also my last braincell just died pleas h

so here's the og post in question for quick reference

i honestly have no idea why people keep bringing up this idea of bias in judging competitions because, while i do think there is a type of bias that certainly exists, i think a lot of so-called "bias" that people have is ... not whatsoever like what people think it is lol. artists are people and there's always going to be SOME kind of bias no matter what you do, because it's literally fuckin impossible to NOT be biased. by that i mean:

your taste in plots/types of characters/medias influence your judging

quality of writing or art can influence your judging

the person who's applying for the adopt you may have previous judgement about

even if you say you aren't biased, you STILL have preferences and tastes in things that you prefer more than others, which in of itself is a kind of bias

people who know you (friends for example) will naturally know what your taste is.

a competition is judged based on what form the artist thinks is best, right?

NEWSFLASH EVERYONE'S IDEA OF "WHAT'S BEST" IS DIFFERENT FROM PERSON TO PERSON ..... "BEST" is literally the most subjective thing there is, and while i agree that there are certain aspects of art and writing that you can use as objective measurements of tangible skill, it's... still subjective. what people think is "best" will vary from person to person because we all have different tastes. so, essentially, this boils down to the idea that the winner of an adopt competition will ALWAYS be the form the artist liked best, because that is what the artist perceives as best. so like. when people appear biased in adopt competitions towards friends or certain circles, it's probably because they're literally friends because they have similar tastes in things, and therefore the form the artist likes best is naturally going to be from someone who shares similar tastes.

so whenever i hear about """bias""" in competitions i just kind of roll my eyes tbqh because it's usually followed by complaints of "BUT I PUT IN SO MUCH EFFORT" or "I WROTE SO MUCH MORE THAN THE WINNER" uhhhh. if adopt contests were won by effort alone it wouldn't be a contest, it'd be an endurance test lol. literally just "who has the most time to waste writing out 60000k words of absolute meaningless fluff"... because, i hate to break it to you, but ANYONE can write 5000 words of mindless drivel that has literally no substance to it.

now in caps for emphasis. takes a deep breath

THERE IS NO SKILL NEEDED TO BLOAT YOUR WORD COUNT.

YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HOW TO WRITE WELL TO WRITE 5000 WORDS.

YOU JUST NEED TO KNOW HOW TO TYPE AND PUT SENTENCES TOGETHER.

quality > quantity, always. like, i'm sorry you put in so many hours of effort but, those people who win with MUCH smaller wordcounts... did they not work to get as good as they did with writing? you put in 5 hours into one tryout. but others, take me for example: i have been writing for over 10 bloody years. i've worked hard to improve my writing, so you can't tell me i "didn't put in as much effort" as you because i did. i put in YEARS of work to get better so doing simple things would take me LESS time now. inb4 IT'S UNFAIR! dude, the literal definition of a contest is for the best to win. it wouldn't be a contest if it wasn't like that lol. it'd just be charity. what you should be doing instead of complaining about it is ASKING FOR CRIT and WORKING TO IMPROVE like a good sport? i get that it's discouraging but you should be prepared to lose when you join a contest. it's valid to be upset about but the moment you say you deserve it more than others JUST because of your effort, then i have a problem.

and you know, there's gonna be times where i think a comp winner is objectively less skilled than other tryouts. honestly i just kind of shrug that off on account of different taste lol. sometimes that's just how it be, bc of those predetermined biases i mentioned before, and maybe a judge and i are just in completely stages of life so what i call quality might not appeal to the judge. that's also fine. anyway this really got off on a tangent but i'm leaving it in bc i think it needs saying. back to the og post

> i cant bewieve ppl wouldnt want some1 whos literally explicitly stating at this point that they trust their friends more to "demonstrate dedication to the character" they assign to a design to b an influence in judging comps !!!!!11

wtf didn't i address this in a different post

here let me link it for you

https://cs-discourse.tumblr.com/post/179841459154/post179838988303-the-difference-is-that-you-have

which was replying to this: https://cs-discourse.tumblr.com/post/179838988303/179837734509-idk-anon-i-kinda-agree-with-the

i said it once but i'll say it again: artist entries aren't main adopts lol. people don't work for artist entries. all you fucking do is post on one like "can i have this pls" .. there is... no effort put into that lol. main adopts you WORK for. it's a CONTEST. claiming an artist entry is NOT a contest. if a bunch of little nasty gremlins come running up to me like a hungry horde trying to be the first one to claim my design, i think giving friends first pick is COMPLETELY FINE, BECAUSE WHAT DID ANYONE ELSE DO TO "DESERVE" THAT DESIGN? nothing. you did. nothing. you're literally coming here with this attitude that NOT GIVING THINGS AWAY TO STRANGERS FOR FREE SOMEHOW EQUALS BIAS? i literally do not understand your logic whatsoever. like. i'm trying really fucking hard. at least with main adopts the "payment" is the effort you put in trying to answer the artist's prompt. i know i sound super dumb repeating myself but i don't know how much simpler i can make this concept tbh

and this is EXACTLY why i say ya'll are fucking entitled because merc and any of the kal artists could be making REAL $$$$ selling their own designs and adoptables and art and NOT deal with all the bs ya'll throw at them. they're literally here because the ENJOY MAKING ((( FREE ))) CONTENT for you, and they're not obligated to do this. they can stop whenever they want. if you had to pay per hour for the length of time collectively worked by ANY species artist staff, the lot of you would be fucking broke. i'm actually constantly shocked that species artists work like, 8 hours or more on some of these gorgeous designs just to give them away for free in a contest.

so, yeah, as someone who hasn't spent my entire life on CS (i've only been here for a year and a half), ya'll seem pretty fucking entitled to me lol. the world outside CS rarely gives out such gorgeous designs in write-to-adopt contests so i'm honestly baffled at the amount of bloody entitlement i see

>bc artists Never weigh in on other artist's comps, so obviously thes ppl just want fwee merc designs !!!1!!1

this part i don't actually understand what you mean. do you mean they... help judge other comps? or like, enter them? i don't get what you mean by "weigh in" but listen, lol. just because something DOES happen doesn't mean it gives you a good reason to assume the worst. i mean... of course it happens. it's statistically impossible for skewed contests and bias to NOT happen, because there's always going to be cases of it happening. but like, what proof do you have that merc will be biased lol? like, real proof? because your main point i've basically debunked and don't believe in at all. do better than "i cant bewieve ppl wouldnt want some1 whos literally explicitly stating at this point that they trust their friends more to "demonstrate dedication to the character" they assign to a design to b an influence in judging comps !!!!!11" because this doesn't make any sense to me for the reasons i already listed above lmao. if artist entries were supposed to be contests they'd be contests. what the hell makes you important enough to get first dibs on a stranger's work. ARTIST ENTRIES AREN'T EVEN MADE TO BE GIVEN AWAY, THEY'RE MADE AS ARTIST ENTRIES.... LIKE.... JESUS i struggle to understand ya'll

anyway im done here, if you wanna actually talk and debate this hmu on discord at lysander#9229 bc if you actually talk to me instead of spew this hot mess on the blog i might actually listen to you and change my mind and be nice about it instead of being a condescending bitch.

wait one more thing

>also my last braincell just died pleas h

yea clearly

p.s., why do you ppl keep going to the blog to give critique on merc's designs when on literally every other design merc makes there's this:

https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=38&t=3950980

here i even linked it for you. idk why it's so hard for yall to give constructive crit like decent human beings

#cs discourse #submission

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yoon-kooks · 7 years

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Careless Bickering

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, with a hint of Taehyung

Genre: fluff, angst, roommates!AU, songwriter!Seokjin, ceo!Taehyung

Summary: You and your roommate always bicker over the stupidest shit, but how did things go from 0 to 100 when you showed the slightest interest in Seokjin’s boss, Mr. Kim Taehyung?

Word count: 1.6k

PREQUEL#2 // Piggies in a Blanket PART1 (coming soon!)

A/N: this is technically a one-shot, but it also serves as a prequel/backstory for the new tae/jin series im in the process of writing~!

You awoke to muffled guitar strums and an angelic voice. Tossing and turning, you threw your blankets over your head to block it all out so you could get another hour or two of sleep. But of course, you could still hear the soft melody through your defenses. At least it sounded pretty though. So you couldn’t be too mad at Seokjin for waking you up early on your day off.

As you laid in bed, you heard constant revisions being made either to the lyrics or the melody. And in between breaks, you’d hear a tsk or groan of frustration. Ah, a new song. That was the best and worst thing about having a songwriter for a roommate. You’d be able to hear all these new songs before they were released, but you’d also have to put up with hearing the guitar 24/7 along with all of Seokjin’s complaints about his beloved boss.

You tiptoed out of your room to the kitchen in just your underwear and a pink oversized shirt. As you made yourself and your roommate a cup of hot cocoa, you peeked over at the boy on the couch who was too focused on writing down lyrics to notice your presence. There was something very attractive in how he worked on a song so diligently, although you knew there wasn’t any chance you had actual feelings for him. Those feelings had faded away long ago.

“Why’re you up so early on a Sunday?” You placed Seokjin’s mug on the coffee table in front where he was sitting on the couch.

“I didn’t sleep yet,” he yawned and took a sip of the hot cocoa which, judging by his overly-dramatic facial expression, he thought had been coffee. Now fully alert, he inspected the shirt that was just barely long enough to keep your ass covered. “Is that my shirt?”

“Anything pink in this apartment belongs to you,” you laughed, holding the hem of the shirt a bit suggestively. “If you want it back, I can take it off now but I don’t have anything on underneath~”

“Just give it back to me later,” he sighed at your childish behavior. You were disappointed by his bland response, but that’s how he always was. “Y/N, I really can’t play around until I finish this song, okay? That snake moved up the deadline to tonight.” The only person Seokjin ever called “snake” was his boss at PigLit Entertainment. Kim Taehyung.

“What a shitty guy,” you said, only to humor your roommate. You set your mug down and curled up in a blanket right next to him on the couch.

“Yeah, I know right,” he shook your hand, glad that you were on his side. “Because of him, I have to drop by the studio later to record and get his approval. After I catch up on sleep though.”

Of course, you had never met this Taehyung guy, or rather, Seokjin had never introduced you to him despite inviting you over to the studio every once in a while. All you knew was that your roommate made him out to be some privileged fuck boy of a CEO. And you always wondered if that was true.

“What kind of song did he have you write this time?” You perked up to look over at messy notebook filled with lyrics. Snow, santa, mistletoe. “Ooh, Christmas!” Christmas was always your favorite holiday because you loved the thought of cuddling up with a lover to stay warm during the snowy weather, or going out on a late night date to see all the pretty Christmas lights. The only problem this year was that you were single as fuck.

“Ooh, Christmas!” he imitated your squeak as he picked his guitar back up. “Wanna hear what I have so far?”

“I already heard it. In fact, it woke me up, you know,” you huffed like a spoiled brat as you laid your head down onto one of the couch pillows, making sure you were facing away from your roommate. “But yes, please play it again for me~”

As he sang to you, you tried to stop yourself from humming along, but the tune was so catchy. The lyrics were cute too. You interpreted it as a song about a “friends to lovers” kind of romance. Which was exactly the type of love you hoped to some day have.

You thought everything about the song was perfect, except for the one line you cackled at: “you got my heart melting like snow”. Too cheesy, in your opinion. But being the talented songwriter he was, Seokjin knew how to give even the cheesiest of cheese enough charm to make it sound good.

“Was it any good?” the boy asked, although you pretended to be asleep. When you didn’t answer, he slowly peeled your blanket open and exposed a naked area on the nape of your neck. You yelped when his freezing guitar-callused fingers pressed gently against your much warmer skin.

“What’d you do that for?” you hissed, swatting his hand away and wrapping yourself back up into the warmth of your blanket.

“Just checking your pulse,” he smirked. “You didn’t response, so I thought you were dead.”

“You’re dead to me.” You jumped to your feet and slowly disappeared into the hallway. Despite the annoyed front you were putting up, you were a little bit concerned over how cold his fingers were.

When you heard the guitar again, you snuck into your roommate’s bedroom and rolled into his bed. You decided to camp out there until he finished his song. That way, he could retire to a nice and toasty bed that you warmed up for him. And you’d shower his song with compliments as well. That would surely earn you a few hours of quality cuddling before he had to leave for the studio. And perhaps later that night, the two of you could see the Christmas lights together. Who needed a lover when you had a roommate?

All the bickering between the two of you was just an unspoken act, a weird thing you did as roommates. Maybe it was a defense mechanism of some sort. But truthfully, Seokjin was the most important person to you, just as you hoped you were to him.

The next thing you remembered was feeling a block of ice pressed against your back. You shifted around under the sheets until you were in the comfort of slightly warmer arms. There was a soft kick when your ass accidentally backed into something stiff, but you decided to ignore it. Instead, you rolled yourself to face the other way, delighted to see the handsome face of a sleeping Seokjin.

Even after furrowing his brows at the rustling of the sheet, your roommate kept his eyes shut, “If you’re gonna stay in here, let me get some beauty sleep, yeah? Otherwise I won’t hesitate to kick you out.” Despite his threat, he slid his hands underneath your shirt to your upper back and pulled you closer to his body.

“How about a ‘thank you’ for warming up your bed for you?”

“Thank you. Now good night.”

“No wait, Jin!”

“What?”

“I want more than just you saying thanks.”

“Like what?”

“A thank you kiss?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay fine, I’m kidding.”

“Haha. Can I sleep now?”

“I said wait!”

“Y/N, spit it out already. Please, I’m fucking begging you.”

“Let me go with you to the studio when you show the song to Taehyung.”

“What? No.”

“But I wanna support you and see him-”

“You wanna see Taehyung?” Seokjin peeked with one eye and glared at you.

“I wanna see him react to your music,” you finished.

“Why are you so interested in that guy?”

“Because you always call him a snake.”

“That’s because he is one.”

“Well, if he reacts badly to your music, I’ll believe you.”

“You don’t believe me, your roommate?”

“That’s not what I meant. All I’m saying is that everyone has their own opinion.”

“Well my opinion is that it’s best for you to not get involved with someone like him. But do whatever you want, Y/N. If you still wanna come, I’ll take you.”

You hated the condescending tone Seokjin used towards you whenever he spoke about Taehyung. Sure, a lot of people hate their boss for a variety of good and bad reasons. And yeah, you knew your roommate was only trying to keep you away from another fuck boy, another heartbreak. But it wasn’t like you’d fall in love with Taehyung the moment you saw him anyway, nor were you even looking for a serious relationship. You didn’t need to be protected. And you just wished Seokjin wouldn’t stress over you or his boss so much.

“Just never mind about it, Jin. I won’t go,” you wiggled your body out of his embrace and rolled out of the bed. “From what I heard, your song sounded great. Good luck on getting it approved.”

He didn’t respond. That was always a bad sign. Because it meant the argument was much more than your usual harmless bickering. It meant he was mad at you, and you were mad at him.

You closed the door behind you and returned to your own room, immediately stripping Seokjin’s pink shirt off your body and throwing it into your pile of laundry. As soon as you dressed yourself in your own winter clothing, you left the apartment to see the Christmas lights. You didn’t care that it wasn’t night yet, or that you had no one to go with. You just wanted an excuse to leave.

#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts angst #seokjin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagines #seokjin x reader #taehyung x reader #seokjin #taehyung #bts #bangtan #careless bickering #piggies in a blanket

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franeridart · 7 years

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are you going to draw more of that lovely erasermic? :o

Unless I find reasons to stop shipping them in the near future, then sure~ as I said, I really like that ship

Anon said:i love it when you draw chris and josh, you should do it more!! Your oc's are great!!

THANK YOU! I’m really really happy to hear you like them! I draw them just as much as I wish to, tho haha

Anon said:THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH MORE CHRIS!!

Anon said:Honestly I love your ocs so much! I like seeing your fanart because you really flesh out characters we don't get enough development of, but I really love seeing your ocs. I can tell you love them and enjoy drawing them just by looking at it, and that makes me love them even more! You're a wonderful artist!

SOB thank you!!!!! holy heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O; I can’t believe how much love my kids get hahaha I’m so so grateful aaahhhh!!!!

Anon said:Okay, so I was just going to tell you how great your comic is (and it is), but I just read your last ask to that anon, and I'm sorry, but deku didn't do nothing to gain his quirk? Like, what? He risked his life and almost killed himself trying to say his exfriend/then bully? That isn't just "being nice"? He didn't know all Might would save him? He risked his life even though he was powerless just to help another person? He earned the quirk, all Might said so in the second episode, like, what?

Since you don’t seem to want a polite and civil exchange of opinions on this, and are actually being incredibly rude here (whether you meant for it or not, I don’t know) I hope you won’t mind me keeping this as short as I can. All Might worked in the beginning of the bnha manga as a textbook definition of a deus ex machina, came around, solved an otherwise unsolvable plot point out of the blue bending the laws that had just been established for that universe, and Deku literally (literally) didn’t have to go through any conscious trial, soul-search or any other self-aware journey with the intention of fixing his own problem. All he did was to be heroic and to be quirkless, which for him are circumstances since those are innate traits of his character. And the only singular thing he has is that he’s quirkless, his heroic personality is shared by all of UA (Mina acted in the exact same way in Kirishima’s backstory as he did to save Bakugou, didn’t get any cool op powers out of it)

All Might was supposed to give OfA to Mirio, the literal most heroic character in bnha, a boy who had been working his ass off to become a proper hero since he was a child, but instead he found a quirkless kid and decided that he deserved a chance to become a hero too. I’m not saying that’s not true, or that Deku didn’t deserve it. I’m saying that he didn’t actively or consciously do anything to gain that power. He simply acted in a way true to his self, and that was it.

I’m gonna have to make present to you that the next time I get an ask with that tone in my inbox I’m blocking you without answering. I’m not here to be called an idiot by the first random stranger I find online, if you want a conversation with me all I’m asking is for you to be polite, that’s not too much at all in my opinion.

Anon said:Your last BakuShima comic was so cute!!! AAAAA!! 💖

Thank you!!! I’m super happy you liked it!!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you. So much right now. Can I give you a virtual hug because I swear

I dunno what I did to deserve this but SURE *holds u back*

Anon said:do you think you'd ever sell any minajirou merch? (maybe like the one with the flower background) because if you do i would buy 20 (not literally but,, i think you get the point) Sorry if this sounds annoying or anything! im just curious

Not annoying at all!!! If I remember right the one I posted was a bit small tho, I’ll have to see if I can work with the size in a way that would fit the default redbubble dimensions... if I can’t I’ll be sure to make the next one big enough to fit, tho!!!! And thank you for wanting to buy my stuff!!!!! :O

Anon said:I'M NOT THAT ANON BUT I CAN HELP W MOMOJIROUS & yes we totally agree they're fuckin gay and canon there's no doubts here. SO anyway I at least see them liking in each other exactly what you said- they have what the other lacks (or thinks they do), and still find the other to understand them and be interested in them in every sense of the word, also tol and beauty and smol and cute are def the first thoughts about each other, damn maybe I should have thought about word limit I need more space

Awwww anon I thank you for trying to explain to me why they work!!! But that’s not the problem I have with it at all haha I understand the ship on a superficial level perfectly, that’s why I ship it! I just can’t seem to find myself in the relationship anywhere, so empathizing with it comes harder than it does when it’s MinaJirou haha

Anon said:you draw kirishima's eyes so pretty I can't look away from them

THANK YOU Kirishima’s eyes are super pretty in canon, I’m so so happy I can portray that in my style well enough!!!!! :O

Anon said:Ok, sorry for going through ur hq!! tag sjeow, oh gosh I love ur art and ur art style and I love the way I draw the boys !!!! Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Thank u for blessing my night!!!! I hope something makes ur day the way going through ur art *cough* again *cough* made my day!!! (Also a question: what's ur second fave ship from hq!! after bokuroo?? )

MATSUHANA :O and thank you so so so so much for liking my stuff!!!!!!! I hope you’re having a great day today too, anon!!!

Anon said:I love you Fran, but I completely disagree with what you told the last anon about the idea behind bnha. You had me with the positivity concept, and I would also love it if eri could fix mirio and nighteye, but the rest of that was just so far off to me; and probably for many other fans in this community. Like, first, a story does not have to be the level of snk or dgray man to have bad things happen. That is how all story telling has been since the beginning of time.

A good narrative story is never straight sunshine and happiness throughout, even if it doesn't involve death. People don't just enjoy the bad things that happen in a story because it's realistic or because it's sad, they enjoy it because that is how a story and it's characters grow. They make mistakes and learn from them; these moments help the characters change and pushes them forward through every new obstacle.

It helps drive them and gives their stories/actions/ideals meaning and gives the audience a reason to care. And that is where I wonder if we are even reading the same story, because this concept is shown throughout the entirety of bnha. It is no where near the "positive-to-a-naive-point" you seem to believe it is. The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend?

Like, I really don't want to sound condescending, but I don't understand how you could come to this conclusion. Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil, todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood, iida's brother/idol was paralyzed and almost killed, shigaraki unknowingly killed his parents as a child, toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever,

eri was used and experimented on HER ENTIRE LIFE, believing she was a disease to the world and could only cause suffering. I could go on for pages about the suffering these characters have ALREADY gone through- but that is okay, because the story is better for it. Because we as an audience wouldn't have cared nearly as much for deku's gain of one-for-all, if it wasn't for the trials and turmoil he faced his whole life living as a quirkless child;

Bnha is a positive story, but it does not rely solely on positivity to get by. It is a story about determination; to push back against adversity, to go on even in the face of the unknown or impossible; even if fate itself is against you. It's about climbing your mountains and beyond that, dare I say, beyond plus ultra. It's is not trying to adhere to its genre, it's is trying to be everything the genre could be and more, and as succeeded thus far.

Which is why I can understand the disappointment from the last anon, because solving everything through friendship and "hand holding" has become a norm in this genre specifically- and bnha is anything but quick and easy ways out.

Sorry if this is long, and I really hope you don't take this as an attack against you or your opinion. If that is all bnha is to you, and if that is how you perceive the show, who am I to say you are wrong. But I hope you understand what I have said at least, because you still are a huge inspiration to me as an artist and in this community. Hope the rest of your day goes alright.

Alright, first off, if you don’t want to come off as condescending try and maybe don’t be condescending. I’m nearly sure you didn’t do this consciously, considering how you ended the rant, but going “are we even reading the same story” when you supposedly want a civil exchange of opinions is the worst thing you could do ever. You pretty much said “I don’t wanna disregard your opinion but here is a list of reason why you’re wrong and I’m right”, please next time you mean to keep it civil try and avoid that, because that sounds just as bad as you’d assume.

Second, I thank you for the recap of all the tragic backstories bnha gave us, but my answer was about conclusions to arcs, not beginnings. I literally never once said that bnha is a happy-go-lucky story from start to end, I only said it made an habit of reaching for the best possible conclusion it could ever go for by the end of every arc up until now.

“The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend”, sure (aside from the “once best friend”, Deku and Bakugou were never friends to begin with, please do reread the second Kacchan vs Deku for Bakugou’s view on their relationship) that’s how the story starts, and it ends with Deku with the strongest quirk on the planet, mentored by his childhood hero, with a civil and friendly rivalry with his childhood bully, on his way to become the number one hero, happy and loved and respected. “”Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil” again, sure, and he could have given in to it and become a villain or let his terrible personality just become worse and worse, every single bad thing happened to him could have made him closer to a bad guy or given him good reasons to go against the heroes, and instead he’s working to become better, is loved and cherished, has friends that will build him up and care for him and risk their lives for him, and is actually in a way healthier place than he was in the beginning. “Todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood” SURE and now he’s got his mother back, he’s learnt to be the bigger person and put distance between himself and his father to instead use him to reach his own goals, is happy and has friends and, again, he’s supported and loved and is in a way happier place than he was in the beginning. “Toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever” yes, and in any other manga the reveal would have brought a whole damn lot of drama and people calling him a fraud and turning against him, but instead that scene is the most heartwarming one in the whole manga, the whole world supporting and loving him and yelling his name to cheer him on

I could go on, but I think I made it pretty clear? Every single arc, be it a character arc or a story arc, starts tragic to end up with the most positive outcome you can have for it. There isn’t one arc that has had a tragic conclusion yet. So is it really that weird for me to think it’s believable and not surprising at all that Eri’s story, for however tragic it might have started as, could also have a happy ending? That this manga never tried to present itself as one in which things can and will turn out for the worse?

I’m not even sure exactly what your incredibly long ask was about, man. What were you trying to prove to me? Which part of the answer I gave were you trying to disprove? You just went on about how sad everyone was at the beginning of the manga as if that proved somehow that Horikoshi isn’t actively working to give everyone the happiest future they could have.

A recap of my answer is: “I personally don’t mind Eri having a fix-it quirk because it fits well in Nighteye’s plot and falls perfectly in line with how every other arc has turned out for the best up until now”

And you came at me with an eight asks long rant that can be summed up in “you’re wrong because people in the beginning of the story were sad”

Listen. I’m always open to conversations about different opinions and takes on a story. But, again, I’m gonna need you to be polite about it and open to an equal exchange. Simply going at the end “I hope you won’t feel attacked” and “have a nice day” isn’t enough if for the rest of the rant you talked to me as if you were assuming I’m an idiot. And I’m actually gonna need you to properly read my answers before trying to follow up with them, next time. Please. I don’t have the time to rephrase my answers sixty times just because people keep answering without actually reading them.

#fran answers #i'm sorry about the tone of a couple of the answers i gave in this #being talked down on is one of the things that make it harder for me to remember im trying to be as polite as i can get #but well #that's the last time anyway #this is an art blog after all #i didn't make it to have this sort of arguments #we'll just stick to the doodles from now on shall we (=u=)#anonymous

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“Let me get this straight,” Lance said, after a long pause.

Arthur glanced up at him from his supine position on the creeper, his legs under the hood of Lance's tow truck. “Take your time,” he said. “And I, um, don't mean that in a condescending way, I just mean that it is honestly a lot to take in, so—”

“Stop being a dingus, Art. You didn't sound condescending.”

Arthur grunted and pulled himself entirely underneath. That was how he'd related his long, crazy story, once Lance had finally managed to cajole him into relaying it. He'd been under Lance's truck, devoutly fixing the car, and explaining what had happened like it was some kind of idle gossip about celebrities, or hair, or something.

“So, Lew's a ghost, tried to kill you because he thought you killed him, but now he knows about that demon thing that got in your arm, so he doesn't try to kill you—as often. Vivi can remember Lew except she still doesn't. And her dog can talk. And isn't a dog.”

“That's the essentials, yeah.”

It wasn't even like when Arthur had told him about the cave. He'd been sobbing then, still lying on the hospital bed, curling up instinctively and without enough arms to hold himself.

Gritting his back teeth, Lance stepped forward and leaned on the truck. “Art?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Offhand. Disinterested.

“Why? What the—God's name—Christ, are you kidding?” After some aggressive yanks at his mustache, Lance crouched down, looking Arthur in the tops of his eyes. “You didn't exactly describe a trip to the spa there, kiddo!”

“Oh, I see what you mean. It's just....” Arthur glanced at him. “Everyone made it out fine. So I'm fine.” His gaze returned to the car above him.

“For real?” Lance gestured futilely, since Arthur wasn't looking at that moment. “How about your prosthetic? It's looking beat-up. Sounds like it's taken some abuse the past forty-eight hours.”

He waited, but Arthur seemed content to let the silence draw out. Eventually, Lance continued, “Don't you wanna take it into, y'know, the shop? Before it breaks on you?”

“It can take more abuse. I built it pretty strong.”

Arthur's mouth moved, and the rest of his body kept working, and they might as well have belonged to two different people. The answer was dispassionate—no, automatic. He'd been stockpiling answers like this.

“What about your van? That's still not fixed, and it's your car.” Lance winced as he glanced once more at Arthur's van, its insides still blackened and melted. “How are you gonna go pick up that Surf's Up Pizza you like? You know they ain't delivering any time soon, no matter how well you tip 'em.”

“Eh. You know it's not good for me.”

“Art, when you get to my age, you're gonna find out that sometimes terrible pizza is the best thing for you.” Lance blinked a few imes as an unhappy hypothesis occurred to him. “Besides, your friend's not gonna be able to go on cases without a working vehicle, either.”

Arthur didn't respond immediately, and when he did, the response didn't sound as rehearsed. “That's a good point, actually. I didn't think of that.”

Lance sighed. Everyone made it out fine. It seemed Arthur hadn't been counting one crucial person among 'everyone'.

Scratching his hair, Lance trudged back not to his office, but to the second floor stairs leading to where he lived, above the shop. Sure, the oil smells could be bad sometimes, but after a while they just started smelling like home.

It wasn't a large home—just a hallway with rooms hanging off like grapes. Lance's room was at the end, past the living room, kitchen/dining room, bathroom... Art's old room.

The door was closed, and his hand rose to the knob for a second—but then he let it fall. It hadn't really changed much since the last time he saw it, now that Arthur didn't live here anymore. Lance had forced him to find his own place once he'd reached eighteen and had, frankly, outgrown the room.

Pushing forward, he opened his own door, revealing a room even smaller than Arthur's: no one could accuse him of outgrowing the space. He crossed to the wardrobe and opened it. Then, he opened the second wardrobe within.

Lance stared at what hung behind the false wall; he squinted, clenched his jaw, and sighed; and then he closed the wall back up, climbed onto his bed, and lay there. He knew how this worked: the decision wasn't made yet, but it was coming, bit by bit. And once he was fully sure—

He closed his eyes, but still felt the deja vu. “It's gonna be like last time, huh?” he muttered.

“Heya there! How's my least favorite sister doing?”

Niav rolled her eyes, looking down at Lance from her doorway. “Do we really need to do this? Every time, doing this?”

“Aw, you know you're my favorite sister too.” Lance grinned up at Niav Kingsman, his only sister. “Now get down here so I can noogie ya.”

She did no such thing, but did step aside to allow him entry. “You're a bit overdressed,” she murmured with a little smile. “And what are you hiding back there?—and I use the word 'hiding' loosely.”

Indeed, Lance wore not his usual torn-sleeved white shirt and jeans, but instead a suit and tie. It was a special day, after all, for a special person. “Now where's the birthday boy?” he called out, holding a box half his own size behind his back.

Looking around, it wasn't what he'd expected. Obviously he'd been there before, so he knew that the couch would be there, on the left, facing the TV—and then a staircase on the right, on the hallway to the main living room, dining room, and kitchen—but where were the decorations? The stack of presents? (Or maybe he was thinking of Christmas—who knew.)

“Arthur!” called another voice, from the kitchen: this had to be Wayne, Niav's husband, making the cake. “Your uncle's here!”

After maybe half a minute, Arthur finally came down the steps and around the corner. “Hi, Uncle Lance,” he said, a little smile on his face.

“Oh, don't be so shy—” Lance dropped the box, letting it rattle on the floor, and rushed forward to grab Arthur in a bear hug. “Happy birthday, Arthur, and welcome to double digits!”

Arthur let out a little surprised cry as Lance picked him up, then a laugh that wasn't quite as little. “You too, Uncle Lance—wait, I mean—”

“Ah, I know what you mean, it's okay.” Lance released him, and looked up at his nephew. Up, he realized ruefully. “You've finally gotten taller than I have, huh? That's pretty rude of you, y'know....”

“Oh? Sorry—”

“I'm messing with ya, you smarty pants! Grow all you want!” Lance reached up and ruffled the unruly shock of orange-yellow hair that mirrored his own so closely. He wouldn't get too many more chances to ruffle like this, he knew, before the kid inevitably became a beanpole.

“So, what'd you guys get him?” Lance asked, grinning at his sister. “Come on, let's compare gifts. I bet my uncle gift is better, whatcha think?”

Niav groaned and rolled her eyes. “Ugh, uncle gifts.”

“No, not that kind of—look, it doesn't need batteries and it doesn't make loud noise, okay? I'm not that much of a rascal.” Lance backed up enough to grab his gift, then trotted forward, presenting it to his nephew. “I'm not gonna be here all day, so you should open this now.”

Arthur took off the bow, carefully so that the paper didn't rip as the adhesive came off. Then he untied the ribbons with similar caution.

“Jeez, did you raise him in a barn?” Lance whispered to Niav, as Arthur kept going. “Also, seriously, what'd you get him, while we're waiting for an hour. I don't wanna have gotten the same thing as you and made you look like a jackass. Where's the present?”

“Oh, well, the thing about that is....” After a moment, Niav smiled. “Let's just say it's not a physical present. We're taking him on a trip.”

“Good! No chance of overlap.” Lance winked, and then sniffed. “I smell... chocolate? I thought he didn't like chocolate.”

“Kid's gotta try new things, shortstuff.”

“Fair enough, I guess.”

They smiled at Arthur as, finally, he finished unwrapping the box without a single tear in the paper. “Oh, wow,” he said with a look of disbelief, looking at his gift. “What is this?”

“Well,” Lance said, stepping forward, “I've seen you always fiddling with spare parts when you're over at my shop, trying to make stuff. You're a smart kid, and I thought, what's a good gift for smart kids who like making stuff? But then I realized you wouldn't have anywhere to put a spare engine—” he laughed, because this joke was hilarious “—so here's the next best thing!”

Lance drew a finger along the name on the box: “Bionicle! It's like Legos except with joints and axles and motors and stuff, and you can make your own action figures, or vehicles, or whatever you want!” He pointed out a bunch of the examples on the box, and it seemed like Arthur's eyes were literally shining.

“Ooh.” Wayne had come in from the kitchen with oven mitts. “Arthur, now make sure you don't leave those out in the hallway where someone could step on them. Remember to be responsible.”

“Oh, okay,” Arthur said. The light in his eyes died away a bit.

“Shaddup, Wayne, you're ruining his birthday.” Lance put an arm around Arthur, squeezing him close. “So, what do you wanna do while I'm here? Build those action figures? Watch TV? Try booze?”

“Lance!” Niav blurted out.

“Kidding! But seriously, don't listen to these mopers—what do you wanna do, and we'll do it! I'm the fun-uncle. The funcle.”

Arthur hesitated, then leaned in close. “Could we watch,” he whispered, and then hesitated some more, and finally managed to hiss out, “wrestling?”

Lance wiggled his eyebrows. “That's pretty violent, kid. Sure you're up for it?”

Arthur blinked, then shied away. “No, you're right, I shouldn't—”

“I'm kidding, ya big goof! Come on, let's watch some wrestling! Where's the dang remote around here?”

“Lance,” Niav whined again, but Lance ignored her and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. In about half a minute, he found the wrestling channel, and broke into a grin when he saw who was on it.

“Sit down, kid!” he said, and Arthur did with barely restrained eagerness, and heavy rock and roll blasted out from the TV. “This is one of the greatest wrestling legends of all time you're looking at: Hulk Hogan! I'm so glad they got him back.”

“I didn't mean to take up your sweet time,” drawled the barely-tonal voice of Jimi Hendrix as Hogan postured in front of a roaring crowd. “I'll give it right back to ya one of these days.”

“He always wins, isn't that the great thing?” Lance said excitedly as Hogan approached his challenger. “No matter how tight a jam he's in, he always comes out ahead! And the crowd loves him!”

“Everyone loves him!” Arthur replied.

“Damn right they do!”

Lance walked up to the door and knocked three times, his other arm behind his back. After several seconds, it opened to reveal Wayne behind it. He looked forward, then looked down and started. “Oh, Lance! Didn't see you there. How have you been?”

“Pretty well,” Lance said. “Where's Art?”

Wayne frowned. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I haven't even seen the kid since his birthday, it's been a couple months, and I was thinking I'd check in on how he's enjoying his uncle gift—”

Wayne flinched. Lance squinted, but continued on. “Anyway, I was also thinking, since he liked watching the wrestling so much... ta-dah!” With a flourish he revealed the tickets he'd had behind his back. “Two seats, next Saturday. Not exactly ringside, I don't have that kinda cash, but....”

Oh, now Wayne was definitely wincing. Lance shut up for a few seconds, and then, when Wayne wasn't talking, he said, “What's up with Art?”

“Well, the thing is... he's grounded.”

“Grounded?” Lance's eyebrows flew up his face. “He's a good kid! What'd he get grounded for?”

“Leaving a mess everywhere. It's all month, and that's the same time as your tickets... sorry you wasted the money.”

“Oh. Can I at least chat with—”

Lance tried to step forward, but Wayne held out an arm. It was actually higher than Lance's head, and he could have squeezed under it, but he stopped anyway. “Sorry,” Wayne said, “but he's grounded.”

Lance made a “tch” noise. “You guys are too hard on him, y'know that?”

Wayne sighed. “It's part of raising a responsible kid. You'd know that if you were a parent.”

“Maybe, maybe.... I hope he at least had fun on his birthday trip.”

The look on Wayne's face suggested that Lance had suddenly broken into Klingon, or something. “The birthday trip?” Lance added, prodding. “The one that he got for his birthday from you guys rather than, like, a computer game or something?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, that. He had a blast. See you later.”

Without further ceremony, the door was closed in Lance's face. He almost sputtered with indignation, but took a deep breath and turned around instead, and started walking off their front steps back to his pickup. I only see the kid some of the time, they have to live with him—maybe they know something I don't?

But how bad a mess could one kid make, to get grounded?

And then Lance was grounded, too, because lost as thought as he was, he didn't notice he was walking straight into Wayne and Niav's trash cans. He stumbled to the ground as the trash can fell over, vomiting its contents onto the grass.

Lance grunted in indignation and pushed himself up; then he started picking up stuff from the ground, and putting it back into the trash can. One big bag with tomato sauce, one filled with paper, one box of Bionicles—

Lance stopped and stared. Then he took the box, which had been taped shut, and ripped it open. It was bulging in places, which were revealed to be where various creations on the inside pressed against the cardboard.

He squinted: these were really creative designs. Arthur had clearly put a lot of time into them. Who had thrown them out?

It had been another six months, the next time Lance knocked on that door. This time he wasn't alone.

Niav opened up, and first looked at the fellow next to Lance, and asked, “Who are you?” Then she noticed Lance, a bit further down, and her face broke into a smile. “Oh, hi, Lance!”

“Hi there! How's my least favorite sister doing?” Lance smiled. Well, his teeth were visible, at least.

“Ugh, this again,” Niav groaned.

“And since you asked, might I introduce my buddy Paul Irmand? We're drinking buddies after work.”

Paul nodded respectfully. “Good to meet you, Mrs. Kingsman. Might we come in?”

“What are you, a PI?” Niav asked it, and then giggled. “You know, because your initials....”

“Well, I will admit I'm dressed for the part,” Paul said, glancing down at his dress shirt, tie, and slacks—and the briefcase in his hand. “So people do tend to assume that. And you know what?” He winked. “They're right. P.I. the private eye.”

Niav laughed. “You're not here to see Arthur, are you? He's not back from school—”

“Nah, we're not here to see Arthur, yet.” Lance pushed past her into the house, and sprawled on the couch. “Can you get Wayne? We've got a yarn to spin, we know you'll both love it.”

String them along, he thought, feeling his shaking muscles and willing them to calm down. It was like he was filled with electricity, desperate for a chance to ground itself.

“Lance, is that your voice I hear?” said Wayne from the kitchen. He walked in wearing oven mitts. “There's a quiche in the oven, but it won't be ready for who is that?” he blurted, pointing his whole mitted hand at Paul.

Paul inclined his head. “Paul Irmand, PI. Profession and initials. Your wife loved that joke. May I sit down?” He'd been respectfully standing next to one of the chairs. Once Wayne nodded, he took a seat.

“Anyway,” Wayne said, “what's the visit for? It's a bit out of the blue.”

“Well, I thought I could introduce some of my favorite people to each other! Just never got the chance because, well, work.” Lance laughed and clapped Niav on the shoulder—she'd sat next to him on the sofa, with Wayne opposite the coffee table from Paul. “Not even my work so much as his! Do you know how many hours this guy puts in?”

“Hours and hours,” Paul answered, nodding solemnly. “This one case has been taking up a lot of my time, these past six months.”

“Right, right!” Lance said, waving his arm in vague recognition, as if he didn't immediately know what Paul was talking about. “That, uh, that kid, right?”

“The kid.” Paul frowned. “Someone gave me a tip that said they thought a kid they knew was being abused. He wasn't sure, and he said that in the best case scenario the child would be fine and he'd look like a fool. But he had to make sure. So he offered to pay full price for my services, or even more, but of course, I gave him a discount.”

“Ah, shouldn't do that, Paul! It's bad business!” Lance laughed again, a bit louder than necessary. “Anyway, tell em what happened.”

“What I did was, I set up a stakeout. Got some cameras going. All legal, though it's a bit hard to make sure sometimes—you've got to know the law quite thoroughly as a private eye. And, lady and gentlemen, I'm sorry to announce,” Paul said, his voice growing solemn, “that there was bad stuff going on in that household. Things no kid should go through.”

Niav shivered. “Oh, we would never do that to our Arthur.”

“Who said anything about Arthur?” Lance felt his facial expression blurring the line between grin and grimace.

“So what happened?” Wayne said, leaning forward. “Did you get the kid out?”

Paul shook his head. “Actually, that case is still ongoing. But I hope to get it resolved very soon. Would you like to see some of the photos?”

“Isn't that illegal or something?” Niav asked with an uneasy frown. “I don't think we should....”

“Oh, I insist.” With utterly calm motions—Lance had always admired his friend's cool head—Paul opened his briefcase, pulled out a folder, and opened it quite deliberately. Like Arthur with his present, Lance thought, and suppressed and uncalled-for laugh.

Finally, he pulled out the first photo. It was a very specific house.

Wayne stared at it for several seconds before comprehension started dawning in his eyes. “Wait a second. This is our house.”

Paul kept on pulling out pictures, taken surreptitiously through windows and open doors. A child with shockingly orange hair, sitting in his room for what seemed to be days at a time. That same child, crying in a corner of the living room, as Wayne taped up a box of his toys to throw out.

“And this one,” Paul said, pulling out the last photo, “is from when you two went on vacation and left him alone in the house over a long weekend. Alone with no babysitter, and debatably enough food.”

He looked up at the two of them, as they stared motionless at the array of photographic evidence laid down on the coffee table. It was as if he'd been pulling out the head of Medusa, and they'd been turned to stone. “Did you know that it is illegal to leave a child alone for that long, and what the maximum prison sentence is?”

They didn't answer, and just continued gaping. For the first time, Paul's expression erred from one of respectful politeness—just a slight inclination of the eyebrows. “Did you even realize that what you were doing was wrong?”

Finally Niav found a voice. “But—but—are you kidding me!? This isn't abuse, this is—this is parenting, you jackass!” She snatched up the photos, as if to steal them—as if there weren't copies back at Paul's office. “This is teaching him to be a responsible kid!”

Lance found his arm shaking. “Responsible,” he repeated. “You neglect your kid and you call it responsible.” With difficulty, he took a deep breath. “Niav, you're my sister, and I used to love you. So here's my final act of brotherly consideration. We've made it easy for you.”

Paul withdrew another folder from his briefcase, this one labeled Legal Documents. “What we've brought,” Lance said, as Paul pulled out the documents in question, “are all the forms you need to sign to give up custody of Arthur to me. It'll take you five minutes, and the kid you clearly don't want is gonna be out of your life. You can get back to... cooking, or partying, or whatever the hell it is you do while you're neglecting him.”

Lance took another deep breath. “That's the easy way. The hard way is, we take this to the cops. We have a long court battle, which you're gonna lose, and you go to prison for a good long time. You know how most prisoners aren't fond of people who mess with kids?”

“You assholes!” Niav stood up, her face enraged. “You think you can just walk into my house and take my kid?”

She swung at Lance. This was a mistake.

Lance moved automatically, grabbing her arm and kicking her leg, slamming her down into the coffee table. “Give me another reason,” he hissed, pinning her back with his other arm, using leverage to keep her immobile even with his much lighter weight. “Give me another reason because Christ help me, I've been looking for one.”

Niav laughed without humor. “You think you'll be any better a parent than we are, short stuff?” She struggled under his grip, but he held firm. “Think you're any better at holding together a family after what happened with Vera, you midget hypocrite?”

Before Lance could react—or rather, before his body could, as Lance wasn't sure any conscious thought would be involved—he felt Paul's hand on his shoulder. “Don't, Lance,” he said firmly. “What you're doing here is self-defense. She attacked first, that's fine. If you take it any further... don't give her a leg to stand on in court. That's all she wants.”

Niav spat into the documents her face was pressed against.

Lance let her go. “So, what do you say, least favorite sister? How do you want to do this?”

The forms were signed by three o'clock, at which point the door creaked open.

“I'm home,” Arthur called out at half-volume, and then he saw the four of them seated around the coffee table. His eyes widened. The kid wasn't stupid, and the air here was so thick with tension you could crash a car into it. He knew something was wrong.

“Uncle Lance,” he mumbled. “What are you doing here? And who's he?”

Paul smiled, and crouched down to Arthur's eye level. “Paul Irmand. I'm a friend of Lance's. Nice to meet you.” He put his hand out, which Arthur shook uncertainly.

“So,” Arthur said, “what are you doing... here?” He almost swallowed the last word.

Lance felt himself in a similar predicament, with his words stuck in his throat. Breaking the news to his... to Niav, that had been one thing. How to break this to someone he cared about?

Unfortunately, he took too long. “We were talking, your uncle and I,” Niav said sweetly, “and we decided that you should live with him now. Because you're too much trouble around here.” Her sweetness was like one of those candies from urban legends about Halloween—a sweet with a razor blade hidden inside.

Arthur looked down, punctured. “Um... okay? Okay.”

Lance felt Paul's hand on his shoulder again. He didn't need the reminder. Provocation. “Arthur,” he said, “go to your room and gather all your things. I'll help you carry them out. Okay?”

Arthur nodded and walked, dumbly, to his room—like a robot, told to obey without really understanding the instruction. It had to be a lot to process.

Lance glared venom at his sister, who smiled back. “You're not even trying to hurt him anymore, are you?” he spat. “You don't even care that much about Art. You're just using the child as some kind of voodoo doll, because you know I care.”

Niav winked. “Have fun with family life, short stuff.”

By the time Lance was done seething, they'd gathered all of Arthur's things in a bunch of boxes Lance had brought, and he and Paul had hauled them to the bed of his pickup. Paul shook Arthur's hand again before leaving in his own car, leaving Lance and Arthur together.

Not for the first time, Lance wished he was taller. It was harder to physically comfort someone who, well, dwarfed him, but he gave the tightest hug he could to Arthur anyway. “Uncle Lance,” Arthur asked, not hugging back. “What are you doing?”

“Arthur, listen to me,” he said. “You're a genius. You're better than both of those scumbags. And you are gonna have a great life.”

“Um... okay?” Arthur awkwardly patted him on the back.

“And one more thing,” he said, reaching up to his car door. “Because the last time I tried this, it got messed up, so....”

He yanked open his car door. Inside was the box of Bionicles that had been in the trash. “Happy birthday, Art.”

Arthur froze for a few seconds. Then he ran forward and grabbed the box, and tore open the cardboard, and pulled out all the things he’d created. Clutching two of them, he looked up at Lance, tears forming in his eyes.

Arthur looked at the car underside, situated four inches from his face, and tried not to imagine what would happen if he licked it. Nevertheless, the taste and texture crawled onto his tongue, into his head. He scraped his tongue with his teeth, as if he'd actually done it.

You said I forgave you, and you were wrong. But you’ve said, over and over, that you were sorry. And now I think that’s wrong too.

He chuckled: the intrusive thoughts were getting so crowded up in his belfry, he'd need to institute some sort of number system like at the DMV. He kept working as Lewis's voice echoed in his head, pretending he didn't hear—like he'd pretended these past several days.

And I wish I knew how to show you that you don’t have to be sorry, that you deserve better. But if you’ve done anything this past year to hurt me, to hurt anyone? Then I forgive you.

“Why,” Arthur mouthed, as his raised arm sagged from the car.

Because... it hurts. You see your own hands, hurting the people you love…. I just want it to stop hurting.

That was the fun thing about replaying conversations in your head, over and over and over. You got to come up with the perfect comeback.

But you're wrong, he thought, watching Lewis reunite with his family through the lens of a car-bottom. You don't understand, because when your hands were gonna hurt them... you stopped it.

“Art?” said Lance's voice from somewhere behind and above him.

He lifted up his metal arm and examined it, noticing the scratches and scuffs with disinterest.

“Earth to Art, you awake?”

He blinked and, for just the space of a moment—the moment his eyes were closed—it turned fleshy, and dark green.

“Dammit, Art, are you listening or not? This is important!”

Arthur jumped, or at least he jumped as much as a prone man could. He's catching on.

It had been a few days since Arthur's confessions about Lewis's return, and Lance had looked increasingly troubled each day. Arthur could guess what was bothering him: Arthur himself. Goodness knew he'd been acting unfairly morose, and Lance would probably prefer having him around if he were more chipper.

“Come on, I know you can hear me.”

“Yeah, Lance?” he replied, injecting an emergency supply of energy into his voice. His eyes didn't waver from the car-guts above him, or the metal hand in front of them.

Whose car was this, even? Somewhere in the last few days, he'd lost count. Did a robotic arm on an assembly line keep track of which car it was working on? His certainly hadn't.

“Good, you can hear me. Well, I've got a job for you.”

“Really? Sure, let me—”

“But first, well, uh....” Arthur heard what sounded like Lance scratching his brow. “I've got a confession to make.”

“Oh? Neat!” He picked up a wrench and tried loosening a nut above him, hoping this sounded like an eager silence instead of a disinterested one. How did you make a silence sound different, anyway?

“Y'know,” Lance finally said, after maybe ten seconds, “this is usually the point where you say something like, 'Oh, Lance, you finally admit you're secretly a wrestler', or something.”

Arthur forced a laugh. “Yeah, eh. I just kinda felt the joke was getting old. Beating a dead horse, you know? Not very funny any—”

The creeper he was lying on got yanked out from beneath the car, and Arthur stared up at his uncle.

His uncle, dressed in shiny yellow spandex.

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #arthur #lance #lance kingsmen #moving on #arthur kingsmen #tw: abuse

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butchtaurus · 7 years

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When will i shut up abt this tbh? hopefully after this… god damn.

Now that it’s been days since the supergirl sdcc incident. i wanna try talk about it more comprehensively? I’m not so good with words or expressing my feelings but i feel like i need to try and understand. I’ll probably forget things i want to say lmao. It’s probably gonna be SO LONG, I’m so so so so SORRY!!!!!!

So, people are mad at Jeremy and Melissa for “making fun of a popular f/f ship.” And while on the surface it seems exactly that, it partially was. But i don’t think the words yelled at us, and it was at us because he looked directly at he camera while doing it, “THEYRE ONLY FRIENDS” was the problem. It was that a fanbase made of many young LGBT people were singled out. Now the intent on Jeremy or Melissa’s part may not have been homophobic or meant to hurt in anyway, they felt they were joking around. But they still did hurt a lot of people.

My interpretation of this “joke” felt like they were poking fun at me for believing two female friends could more than friends and that it was silly to think that. In Jeremy’s first apology he says how its valid how he interprets their story. Which is absolutely correct! He can view them as only friends, no one’s gonna make fun of that. Cause… thats canon? lmao. Part of fiction is allowing the consumer to interpret the work however they see fit because whats the fun in being told what the fiction or art means?

Maybe the cast was tired of being asked about Supercorp, but why was it brought up unprompted in this song recap like that? Jeremy could’ve sang something like ‘Kara met Lena and they became best friends!’ done, perfect, move on. Everything woulda been chill. But instead he faced the camera, which breaks him apart from the interviewers and his cast mates to talk to us the fans, and yelled to the camera.

Onto the rest of the interview because that song was not the only thing that made me disappointed and/or angry.

The interviewer asks about shipping (Kara and Lena). Jeremy chimes in and says “I feel like I’m gonna get destroyed for what I just did…. I’m sorry. I just debunked supercorp.” And Melissa says “That was pretty brave.” And I THINK, that’s where others got really mad at Melissa. I do not think Melissa was saying Jeremy was brave for “debunking supercorp” but that it was brave he just said any of that shit, because the cast has to know how insanely loud this fanbase as a whole is, usually not in a good way. (I’ve never seen it, but i just know people have to be sending death threats to multiple people in this cast, or insulting them in some way when its none of our business. Valid criticism aside.)

Then, the interviewer asks a weirdly worded question towards supercorp as a ship. “Are you caught off guard when you hear about, sort of, [what] fans are making of relationships, seeing stuff that is or isn’t there or might be there, et cetera? Like what do you make of it at this point?” Which, since listening to that fandomentals podcast, does throw me off because it puts everyone in a weird position to answer the othering(?) type question.

Now after Melissa answers the question, i have no problem with her answer there tbh, Katie chimes in with a very thoughtful response on how we can interpret art how we want. I also wanna talk about what people thought Mehcad was saying during the end of Katie’s response. I think everyone was feeling very hurt and sensitive since the song etc, so people were very analytical of everything being said. So people thought Mehcad was either saying “zitta” or “take that”, and since re-listening to the actual interview I hear “take that” as in ‘yes, take what you want from fiction’ AND NOT zitta. Take that (haha) for what you will and if you still think it was zitta I would urge you to re-listen and check after you’ve calmed down a bit? Not to be condescending to/dismissive of your feelings tho! ahhhh

After Katie has said her response. Chris says “Yeah and sexuality is all about others perceptions of yours, right? [cast laughter] Am I right?! …. That was sarcasm!” Yeah… okay. Maybe it was sarcasm, but it was a shitty thing to say at all. And also makes no sense for what they’re talking about. I mean… we’re talking about fictional character here aren’t we? So, what? why? what..?

Jeremy replies to Chris’s comment: “Hey listen, I went to musical theatre school I know all about other peoples perception of sexuality.” So… uh, we aren’t talking about fictional characters? Honestly, who cares what other people think about your sexuality? Did/do people think your gay? Why is that so bad? (Maybe I’m still a little sensitive about that part for some reason…)

Now, I think that was all from THAT interview specifically. There was definitely more ugly stuff that happened with Supergirl at comic con, at least to me. Maybe I’ll make another post because this is so fucking long, I’m so sorry…

The cast may not have meant to hurt anyone with all of this, and they definitely aren’t homophobic like how I think people mean? I really do think its in bad taste to just call them homophobic for this incident. What they did was like a micro aggression and in the grand scheme of things very little. Though large in the aftermath unfortunately. They just couldn’t understand the intracasies to LGBT fandoms or shipping, or even LGBT people, since they aren’t. Basically it was ignorance on their part. So, for me personally, I’m not gonna go all out and hate them. I do have a distrust that I can’t ignore though cause i felt made fun of. :/

To people who think “yeah well supercorps deserved it for how they treat the cast.” I can not control what other people do with their social media. I do not see whatever everyone else fucking does. I sit here in my bubble liking the things I like. I can only say that, I do not condone any ugly person that sends death threats, tells someone in the cast to kill themselves, insults the cast, or bring up personal things to be gross to the cast. I do not like that and think it’s stupid. I could only hope anyone 18 and older would know better and that anyone younger would please think of the cast as actual human beings. It doesn’t matter how much you hate any of the cast. Take your time to do anything else.

And listen, feelings are not invalid. No matter how many people think it’s an overreaction. People don’t get to tell you what you feel is stupid. You were hurt, that is the end of it. You’re allowed to be angry or upset or sad or disappointed but before you think to write something angry or rude, take a few minutes or a few hours and try understand why you’re angry and be respectful if you want to express those feelings. Cause when I look back to those words I said right after I was hurt by theirs… I know that I didn’t hurt anyone else. But, if I did? I’m sorry. D:

If you didn’t get offended or hurt? That’s great I’m really happy for you! :)

ALSO AGAIN IF YOU READ THIS WHOLE THING OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY YOU USED YOUR TIME ON MY WORDS AHHHHHHAGDHJFK

#sg mess #personal #long post #jesus this was so long #ALSO ME? INSULTING THE CAST ON MY BLOG? never done idk what ur talking about #okay maybe a little #i only reblogged chip would stuff before i just... i can't w him I'm so sorry its only a joke :(

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