#and it MIGHT be the dumbest thing i've ever made

[dekaja]

well. pain and suffering on planet earth i guess.

[matan4il]

I’m muslim but I’m upset with the free Palestine movement especially as a woman. they are only making it worse for Muslim women subject to governments which are misusing the teachings of the Quran. they do not care even about Uyghur or Rohingya Muslims

I'm a day late, but I hope it's still okay to wish you Jumaat Mubaraka, lovely Nonnie! *hugs*

I feel you. A few years ago, I took a course and ended up becoming friends with the lady who happened to choose the seat next to me. She's a Muslim Israeli Arab woman. She had the audacity of divorcing her husband. She has a son who came out as gay, and she had the audacity to accept him as he is. Under Hamas or the Palestinian Authority's rule, she could be severely punished socially for either. Worse, her son would likely be terrified for his life, and might have ended up like one of my gay Palestinian friends, who have been forced into heterosexual marriages because the threat to their lives was so great. Instead, her son lives in Tel Aviv, is openly gay, and is an advocate for both the State of Israel and gay Israeli Arabs and Palestinians. She's an advocate for the State of Israel and Israeli Arab Muslim women. She gets to speak and be heard because she's an Israeli citizen. And it's not by chance that she is one. Her family made a choice in 1948, to stand by the Jews, rather than join the Arab attack on them. She once opened the Quran, showed me a specific surah, and told me, "This is why I know that as a Muslim, I must love the Jews, and stand by their state."

She has her own agency in choosing her position on the State of Israel, she has her well being, her son's, and that of many other Israeli Muslim Arab women and gay people to consider, and the anti-Israel crowd doesn't care about any of that. She's just an obstacle standing in the way of the narrative they've chosen, she shows reality is more complex than the black and white framing they embraced, which allows them to openly hate Jews while inflating their own egos, as if they're being righteous.

Not to mention coming up with ridiculous stuff like, "Palestinian men beat their wives because of the Israeli occupation!" This is honestly one of the dumbest things I've ever heard, only topped by "Israel is using cow/dolphin spies." But think of the practical implication. It means as long as Israel exists, no one's gonna hold Palestinian men accountable for the violence they're committing against their own wives. It's a betrayal of Palestinian women, all supposedly in the name of helping Palestinian nationalism.

(on top of the criticism voiced by UN Watch, it's insane how one of the speakers blaming domestic violence against Palestinian women on Israel is the UN representative of "Etat de Palestine," state of Palestine... What an easy way to avoid a state's duty to protect the women living under its rule from any and all violence, including domestic! If you're an independent state, and deserve recognition from the world, then you also have the responsibility to tackle domestic violence. If you're not independent, then why are you demanding to be recognized as such?)

And yes, the lack of care for actual Israeli Arabs and Palestinians is what I often talk about, but you're right that the damage caused by the anti-Israel crowd is bigger than just to Jews, Israeli Arabs, and Palestinians. Holding up an Islamist cause, backing up the Islamist movement and showing them how the west can be easily won, this will only serve to harm more people. Including Muslims who are more vulnerable to human rights abuses, like women and gay people.

In the vid above, as another example, the UN Watch speaker asks the UN to compare the data on domestic violence suffered by Palestinian women, to that suffered by Jordanian, Lebanese, Egyptian women and so on... Maybe if they couldn't use Israel as their punching bag, they'd have to look at domestic violence against women in the whole region, and actually do something about it. But nah, it's easier to write off Israel as the guilty party when it comes to Palestinian domestic violence, and pretend like that's the only place in the entire Middle East where this violence stands out as an issue. And that's before we talk about observing the levels of anti-women violence in non-Arab Muslim countries, such as Iran, where the government itself has imprisoned and even killed women for not wearing a hijab correctly. This is a betrayal of Muslim women at large.

And in addition to all that, like you said, this crowd also doesn't give a shit about the Muslims being persecuted in any conflict that doesn't allow the blame to be laid on the 'evil Jews.' Even when the numbers targeted are much greater, and the scope of abuse far more severe.

Thank you for the ask, and I hope you're okay! I hope the world cares more about Muslim women, rather than posturing as if it does, but only when it can be used against Jews. xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

this might be the dumbest thing i've ever made.

[ketterdamskaelishprince]

theo stop scaring the students (idk if this is even possible)

ok so in regards to this post i made yesterday i thought i would just like add to it.

going to once again state i literally have no clue what i'm talking about everything i talk about i say with like 99.999% uncertainty and i'm always open to being wrong and having conversations about characters and stuff like that's my JAM.

anyways, i have only two real possible like things to back me up on this:

the fact that it looks like a dear skull. in the comics we learn that theo loved to hunt and he would often bring home venison for lenore and it ends up being her deathwish meal. i also looked up a deer skull for this and guys as somebody who hates bones i did this for you all

i want to say the picture below looks like it's horse hair that's overgrown, or i want to say it's like bits of bark from a tree. either support my idea.

see the way that looks makes me immediately think of the way he died. since we all know he died by basically having a tree fall on him in a storm.

my only question is how did he get out here? because, being honest and this will not be poetic in the slightest, bro looks a bit deranged. and we know that theo, when he was at nevermore, was the top student.

which then just makes me wonder if he went rogue/he did something that fucked up his place in the spotlight and he was booted out and look he's here. i suggest all of these things not out of thinking i'm correct but because i literally have no clue.

with episode 100 coming out literally tomorrow, this could be the dumbest thing i've ever posted because i could have my theory shot down immediately. and if it is, i'm going to laugh. and if it isn't– i might just like, i dunno, crawl into the fetal position and wonder how i was correct.

i never get things like this right.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I’ve got so many more snake and snake related questions and so I’m just gonna give them in a big list:

I thought that your “animal bones” tag said “snake bones” and now I’m fascinated by that idea as a tag and generally snake skeleton stuff. This isn’t a question I suppose.

Is the number of vertebra of a snake (minus the tail vertebra) comparable in amount to human vertebra?

Are snake scales and snake skin made out of the same stuff human skin and nails and hair are made of (keratin and collagen and the like)?

Are any snakes physically capable of chewing or generally eating something not-whole? Do any of them chew?

To your knowledge, was the creation of syringe needles inspired in any way by snake fangs?

How do scientists milk venom, physically? How much can you take from a snake in one go without harming it? How often?

What are your “smartest” and “dumbest” snakes, if such a thing can be quantified?

Thank you for the snake fact answers. I could just look it up but SEO is a bitch and I like asking people questions about things they’re passionate about.

Great questions!!

Snake bones are so cool. I love looking at viper skeletons especially.

2. Nope! People have like 24 vertebrae, with snakes it depends on species length but snakes have between 100-600. Snake tails are actually pretty short when compared to their torsos (look at the skeleton image below, the tail starts where the ribs end); tails have as few as 10 and as many as a couple hundred vertebrae. Those numbers sound very variable, and that's because snakes just vary so wildly in size and shape!

3. Yes! The same materials make up snake skin and scales as make up human skin and nails. Same stuff, different blueprint! :)

4. Snakes are built very specifically to swallow whole prey, and there are no real exceptions to this. No snake can chew. Some snakes, like snail-eaters, have specialized teeth and jaws designed to "scoop" snails out of their shells so sometimes they don't get it all in one go, but even they are built to try and get as much out at once as possible.

5. Not to my knowledge, I think it's a matter of convergent evolution! :) Hollow needles are just really good at getting stuff into other stuff.

6. When we do venom extractions from snakes, we usually just have them bite a funnel and what they give us is what they give us. If a certain venom is in very high demand, then sometimes we'll express the venom glands while the snake is biting down. That involves gently squeezing the glands to ensure a good amount of venom is released in the bite. It looks rough but I promise it's not, the hold is as gentle as possible and the snakes are not hurt in the process! You gently hold the snake's neck to keep them restrained and keep everyone safe (if you lightly squeeze your wrist just hard enough to manually tilt your hand, it's about that much pressure) and you use your fingers on the opposite hand to express the glands.

We might get 1/10 a teaspoon from each snake per extraction, it's genuinely just a few drops. It takes multiple snakes to get enough to do anything with. At my lab we extract from each snake about once every other week; they need time to relax in between! Venom isn't necessary to remain healthy for lab snakes, but we don't want to stress them.

7. In general, elapids (cobras and their relatives) are the smartest snakes I've ever worked with! King cobras absolutely take the award here, they're so intelligent and curious and just a treat to interact with. Our old boy at my lab, Puppy, can put himself in his handling tube and is always such a show-off for tours. One of my favorite snakes at the lab is an Egyptian cobra named Seth, he's so much fun and loves figuring out the food puzzles and mazes I set up for him!

As for dumbest...I've said it before and I'll say it again, but hognoses are just absolutely zero thoughts animals.

[mcflymemes]

ASK PROMPTS ABOUT THE PAST & REGRET *  requested by tatsunotsurugi

yesterday is gone.

you have to let go.

i never look back. it distracts from the now.

i just don't see why the past has to matter.

it's pointless to dwell on it, you know.

i don't know who you used to be.

memories are dangerous things.

the past is never where you think you left it.

i wish i could go back.

we all do things we desperately wish we could undo.

my past does not define me.

we can never go back again.

we were so intimate once upon a time i can't believe it now.

if we had met years ago, would you still have liked me?

scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

the past beats inside me like a second heart.

looking back you do not find what you left behind.

no one saves us but ourselves.

no trouble ever got fixed late at night. midnight is for regrets.

i wish i knew you back then.

what's past is prologue.

i want everything back the way it was.

put your energy into today.

my scars remind me that i did, indeed, survive my deepest wounds.

that was... the dumbest thing i've ever done.

no one is rich enough to buy back his past.

are you still thinking about what happened?

there has to be something we can do to change it.

it's being here now that's important.

there's so much i wish i could change about what happened.

i'm a product of my past, but i don't have to be a prisoner of it.

my past is everything i failed to be.

i regret knowing you.

what's done is done.

it might have been.

you are the only person i'd like to say goodbye to when i die.

it made you stronger. i hope you know that.

i am worthy of a future.

me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody.

memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

take it from me. if you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and running its fingers up your spine... the best thing to do, the only thing... is run.

if only. those must be the two saddest words in the world.

the past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.

my yesterdays walk with me.

i loved you so much once.

i like who you are now.

i wish you'd just let go.

there's no future for me.

what do you regret most?

do you ever miss it?

there are so many things that i want so badly to tell you, but i just can't.

the past no longer holds you captive.

maybe in another life.

i hope you never have to think about anything as much as i think about you.

i never should have done that.

i'm trying to forget you. it's not easy.

you're just another story i can't tell anymore.

how many regrets do you have?

those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

you can learn from it... but you can't change it.

[heckthecat]

This might be one of the dumbest things I've ever made XD

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 4

💫PART 5💫

Han curls and uncurls his fingers into fists, his hands twitching towards you, his arms itching to spread out and reach out to you, engulf you in the biggest hug known to man. A tear rolls down his cheek and then another, his lip quivering, "I'm… I'm going to break your heart even more, y/n, cause I'm a horrible fucking person and I'm so stupid I ruined that one thing I've always cared about, from day one, might as well just go all in and say it…", he pauses, he flutters his stingy eyes shut and then opens them again, looking down at the floor, "Felix is in love with you".

His words come down on you like thunder and they knock the wind out of you. You visibly pale and freeze in place, not even your tears are dropping down to the floor anymore. The spent boy in front of you nods slightly, not fully meeting your baffled eyes, "today's events made me reach my tipping point. I would have otherwise continued keeping quiet about my feelings for you because I was trying to protect him", he confesses, pressing his lips together tightly, his nostrils flaring as he breathes with difficulty.

"That night we kissed… I told him, I told him I was starting to fall for you and he cried. He cried so hard I wanted to bash my head against the wall until it tore open. He wasn't even crying because of the fact itself but because it made him suddenly realise you weren't exclusively his to keep forever and that he hadn't been doing much to confess. I had to come up with the lamest, dumbest excuse saying I was drunk and I didn't mean it and that I was never going to make the same mistake ever again".

If you had previously felt like some deep recess inside your heart had been lifted and freed, you now feel like you could shatter. "I lied to you because I was trying to save my friendship with him. And I lied to him because I care about him too much and wanted to spare him the heartbreak. In the end I broke your heart, cracked mine in the process too. And now I fucked up. I fucked up so spectacularly I don't know how I'm going to live with myself from now on".

Seeing him burst into full chested sobs breaks you to the point you're momentarily going into autopilot. Numb from the information overload that just got dumped on you, you crush him into a hug, the both of you just crying and crying into each other's arms.

Han buries his head in your shoulder, barely holding himself together, "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry", he mumbles in between sobs, a drastic departure from the cockiness and fierceness he had been showing so far, as though everything came crashing down on him all at once, the realisation he's in love with you, the fact that his best friend is going to be destroyed, you being so distressed and overwhelmed you're barely speaking. He feels awful.

Your heart feels like it has both frozen over and galloped a 1000 miles per hour. It's beating so fast it feels still in your chest for you can't keep count how many beats it's pounding hard against Han's chest. Tears keep spilling, limbs keep shaking. Felix loves you. Felix. Loves. You.

Gentle, cuddly Felix who has always been there for you. Frail, golden hearted Felix who kept his arms around you for longer that 2 minutes whenever you hugged, big, warm eyes always focusing in on your face whenever you ranted to him, venting to him your heart content.

The very next day you and his best friend kissed you had cried to him, spilled your guts at how crushed you felt and had no idea he might have been pulverised by your own feelings for Han. Understanding, completely selfless Felix who held your hand and kissed your cheek and promised you heart would have eventually fixed itself despite him desperately wanting to fix it himself for you.

Respectful, patient Felix who held back his feelings and tucked them deep in a pocket of his ever growing heart and held your hand throughout it all, never leaving your side, as he probably silently watched you pine over his acquired brother. Just how much can a heart break? How much until it's rendered useless?

You feel split in two. On one side, your longing for Han, who unexpectedly reciprocates your feelings, possibly with a higher magnitude, years of yearning now made painfully pointless when you could have just talked it out sooner and avoided this heartache.

On the other side ...the genuine affection, the warmth of your tender connection with Felix. You loved them both in such different ways you couldn't feel the slightest hint of happiness for one without your pieces becoming unglued for the other.

Han sniffles and gently pulls away, he avoids your uncertain eyes and runs his hand through his hair nervously, "I need to shower. I'm-I need a cold fucking shower .. I have to go", he mutters, his words getting jumbled together as though he's talking to himself only, "Han...it's 4.30 am", you comment in a whisper, still dazed by the intense emotional load you've been experiencing tonight. "Yeah I don't care. Both my mind and my boner could use an ice bucket right now".

You watch him as he slowly walks away, his mind clearly fuzzy and overwhelmed as well, you know him well enough, he can be impulsive one second and overthinking his every move the next, getting lost in the spirals inside the maze of his own head. Now what? you ask yourself quietly, eyes wide awake, body fully awake, not an ounce of sleep left in your overtly alert self right now.

The night might start slowly bleeding into morning any moment now, you don't want to be up at dawn, left alone and wandering in your own head, but you also don't feel like sleeping anymore. You have to force yourself to pad back upstairs and into the living room where you quietly slip yourself into the lonely spot in between Minho's sleeping bag and Felix's.

You make yourself as tiny as possible, curling up into a ball. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, at some point you fall into a feverish like sleep state, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

A slow morning. Immensely slow, lazy morning. You feel so drowsy and slow you have trouble standing over the sink to brush your teeth. Red, inflamed droopy eyelids and tired eyes stare back at you in the mirror as you try to make yourself somewhat decent by adjusting the framing prices of your hair that fall into your face.

You washed your face twice and yet you can still feel the soreness to your cheeks, the dried up tears that kept rolling and rolling as you quietly cried yourself to sleep. You suck in your breath and close your eyes, trying to keep yourself calm enough to face the morning ahead.

They boys's raspy, sleepy voices greet you quietly in the kitchen. A variety of messy hair and slouchy sweets all around you as they pad in and out carrying steaming cups of coffee, impatiently waiting for Chan and Minho to return, as they have apparently left earlier to go get breakfast for all of you, or so you've been told by a little mushroom headed Seungmin, his voice a few octaves lower than usual.

Spotting a <<safe>> empty seat in between Jeongin and Hyunjin, you gingerly sit down on a chair with your newly filled cup of coffee, careful not to spill it on the counter, courtesy of Seungmin who might have noticed just how tired you looked and poured the coffee up to the brim. It's way past 12 in the morning and none of the guys look like they had much sleep either, except for Changbin who looks exceptionally rested.

Felix walks in still yawning and stretching, hair dripping from the shower he must have just took, he beelines to you and plops a kiss onto your head, followed by a growl like "good morning", and you have to resist flinching with everything in you. Your heart definitely picking up pace when his hands rest on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze on his way to the fridge.

The conversations are short and quiet, everyone clearly still feeling way too sleepy to commit to the day yet, and with so little distraction you find yourself staring at the bottom of your already empty cup, the multitude of your spinning thoughts isolating from your surroundings, you're grateful Han is still sleeping for you're not sure you would be able to handle even briefly meeting his eyes today. Not with Felix standing so close to you as well.

A new, full cup of coffee slides out in front of you, you look up to find Changbin slightly concerned face looking at you, a small smile playing on his lips, "you looked like you needed it", he whispers quietly and you smile warmly at him, you two exchange a quiet, understanding nod, and you're glad he doesn't try to make you talk, just aknowledges you're conspicuously not feeling great.

"Anneeyooong food is here!". Minho barges in with his arms full of paper bags overflowing with all kinds of pastries and fruits, soon followed by a giggly Chan who shakes his head at his friend's antics, himself carrying a tray of iced americanos and a few rotisseries looking take out bags. Both the older guys are greeted by the swarm of excited hungry boys, "oh god bless you", enthuses Jeongin, scrambling to grab his share before anyone can even reach into the bags full of food.

They somewhat organise the abundant spread on the table and immediately dig in, you help yourself to some twisted Korean doughnut bread and egg roll, the rich, wholesome flavours warming you up from the inside, Hyunjin makes his distinctive sad face as he bites into his Mammoth bread, and for a second you feel alright, your mind momentarily distracted, your tummy feeling full and satisfied.

"Wait ... Something's missing here! Where's Jisung?". Chan perplexed voice rises above the munching and groaning and excited squeals over the meal, "still sleeping. I don't think he managed to come to bed before 5 this morning", Minho replies matter of factly, shrugging, you instinctively look down at your food, and suddenly you're not so hungry anymore.

🥀PART 6

[astrxq]

new beginnings

chad meeks martin x reader

words: 1.8k

notes: the lack of chad fics on here is painful 😖. mentions of stabbing/scars, a bit of insecure!chad.

After the Woodsboro killings, Chad was extremely happy that Sam had suggested moving to New York. The thought of leaving all of his past behind was something he couldn't wait to do, and moving away for college heightened his excitement.

Trailing after his twin sister, Mindy, Chad carried both of their bags. "Care to tell me why you can't carry this, again?" he asked, fixing the strap of the gym bag that was full of clothes hanging from his shoulder. "Come on, big boy. You got this; it's just a few boxes," Mindy teased, pretending to flex her arm muscles as she had seen Chad do many times.

"Plus, Sam is also helping. And you're cheaper than a moving company, so..."

"Still? You could help." He let out a sigh of relief when Mindy finally reached her dorm room, knocking twice before a shorter girl opened the door with a grin on her face. "You must be Mindy! Come in," the girl stepped aside, and Chad followed with an awkward smile as he was offered help with the boxes. "Don't mind him; he's just here to help with the heavy stuff," Mindy said, sitting on the sheet-less bed next to the one with baby pink bedding.

Leaving the boxes on the floor and giving a wave to his sister's new roommate, Chad made his way to his own dorm, having to carry boxes once again.

"Hey," a small voice caught Chad off guard. Turning around to face you, he said, "Do you need help with those?" You pointed to the bags still hanging from his shoulder. Chad was momentarily stunned, taken aback by your sudden appearance.

He quickly composed himself and gave you a grateful smile. "Uh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks." You took one of the bags from him, surprised at how heavy it was. "Wow, you really packed a lot in here," you remarked, struggling to keep the bag from slipping out of your grip. Chad chuckled, "Yeah, I might have overpacked a little bit."

He fell silent; Chad wanted to be cautious about who he let into his life. He really, really wanted to. He would never admit it to his friends from Woodsboro, but he could barely sleep at night, and sometimes, when he showered, he looked down at the scars on his side and felt his breath catch in his throat for a second, wishing they'd disappear.

"Where'd you go?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

"That thing," you used your free hand to point at his face, "you seemed out of it for a bit. I was asking where you're staying." Chad seemed to think for a second, falling silent once again. "Just down the street."

He had promised himself he'd be careful with who he let into his life; his sister kept reminding him over and over again about being wary of everybody, even his own roommate, who he hadn't even met yet.

Chad made his way towards his building, and you followed behind, thinking of ways to strike up a conversation. Silence made you feel uneasy, and Chad had a frustrated look on his face. "This is me, thanks for helping me with the bags," he said quickly and reached for the things you'd helped carry. "See ya," he muttered, turning around and pretending to look for the keys, knowing damn well that wasn't his building.

"I could help you get everything up there, if you want."

"It's fine." Chad was nice; he knew he was. But Mindy's words kept repeating in his head: "Do not trust anybody, not even your own shadow." A little lie couldn't hurt anyone, could it? Seeing that Chad was practically ignoring you, you reached to tap his shoulder. "If you don't need anything else, I'll let you get settled in. I'll see you around? I think?"

He nodded. "Sure, yeah." You could sense some kind of discomfort on his face, even though his voice sounded cheerful. Chad waited for you to be far enough to quickly pick up his things again and go to his actual building, feeling incredibly guilty by the stunt he'd just pulled.

"You're the dumbest person I've ever met," Mindy texted after Chad sent a two-minute-long voice message explaining what had just happened. "Kudos on the not trusting strangers thing, though. So glad to see that somebody actually listens to me."

He heard the sound of keys jiggling together, then the front door closing. "You scared the shit out of me, man," he said once he saw the curly-haired guy holding a bunch of bags. His roommate gave him a confused look, clearly seeing Chad relax after seeming so tense at his entry.

It had been a couple of hours since he'd settled in; it was already dark outside, and his roommate, Ethan, was lying on his bed watching what seemed like a YouTube video on his phone. So, Chad decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He paced around for a bit, not really knowing where he was headed, but the group of students walking in front of him made him feel more at peace.

"Hey, you," you said, walking out of your own building with a notebook in your hands. "Going for a walk?" He nodded. "Yep, just needed some fresh air," Chad replied, noticing the notebook in your hands. "Are you a writer or something?"

You chuckled, glancing down at your hands. "Sort of. I'm studying journalism, so I'm always jotting down ideas." Chad made a move to hold out his hands, urging you to ask more about what you had written down on the page that was showing. "Do you mind if I join your walk?"

"Sure," Chad said, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of things do you write about?" A warm smile formed on your face as you walked alongside him. "Everything, really. I think if it's written well, anything can be interesting."

Chad nodded, his eyes wandering over the bustling streets of the campus. The city lights illuminated the night sky, creating a vibrant backdrop for their conversation. As he walked beside you, Chad couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in your presence. He had been so guarded since the Woodsboro incident, but something about you made him feel at ease.

"You know," Chad began, choosing his words carefully, "I'm sorry if I seemed off earlier."

You glanced at him, empathy shining in your eyes. "Oh! It's okay, moving can be very stressful. Where are you from?... Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name," you admitted, a bit embarrassed that you had started babbling and rambling to a boy whose name you didn't even know. "Chad," he replied, "I'm from-" he seemed to think, "Michigan. I came with my sister and my friends."

"That's very nice, Chad. I hope you all settle in just fine," you patted his arm, and Chad felt like he'd never been more relaxed. "I'm Y/N. If any of you need anything, you know where to find me." You pointed back to the building you'd just come out of, and Chad recognized his sister's dorm window from afar.

His gaze met yours, and Chad

 felt a flicker of hope within him. Maybe opening up to someone, even a stranger, could be a step toward healing the wounds that haunted him. As you kept walking, Chad started to open up a bit; his closed-off persona had merged into a charming one, and he didn't seem to mind that he'd turned off his overthinking so quickly.

"Wanna sit for a bit?" Chad offered. He let you sit down on the bench first and then positioned himself next to you, so close that he could feel the goosebumps on your arms. You didn't even know if it was because of the cold or because of how close you were sitting.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the campus at night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the nearby trees, and the distant sounds of laughter and music from a nearby bar filled the air.

Chad broke the silence, his voice gentle. "So, what made you choose journalism?"

You turned to him, a hint of excitement in your eyes. "I've always been fascinated by storytelling."

Chad nodded, his gaze fixed on the campus courtyard. "It sure sounds fun. I used to pretend I was a famous news reporter when I was little." You barked out a laugh, and he felt a smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure there's a video of me and Mindy dressed up and giving updates on sports games."

You held the same smile he did. "I'd love to see that, God." Chad chuckled. The conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories about your childhood, comparing anecdotes as if you'd known each other for ages. The more you talked, the more Chad found himself opening up.

"Moving here was my chance to start fresh, to leave behind the weight of the past. It's liberating, you know?" You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "Absolutely. Sometimes a change of scenery is exactly what we need to grow and find ourselves."

Chad wouldn't tell you about his motive behind moving to New York, not yet at least. So he didn't correct you. Despite the darkness he carried from Woodsboro, he was determined to move forward and build a new life for himself.

Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the night had deepened. The campus had quieted down, and the distant sounds of music had faded away. Chad glanced at his phone, surprised by how late it had gotten, and read over the goodnight texts from the group chat with his friends.

The conversation started to dwindle, but neither of you seemed eager to part ways just yet. The connection you had formed felt too precious to let go so easily.

"We should probably head back," Chad finally said, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."

You nodded, understanding the need to call it a night. You chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's been an amazing conversation. Thanks for keeping me company."

Chad smiled. "No, thank you. It's been a while since I've had such a great conversation with someone. You've made my first day here much better than I anticipated."

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you felt a connection deepening between you. There was an unspoken understanding, a sense that you both had found something special in each other's company.

You both stood up from the bench, a slight reluctance in your movements. Chad hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to ask, "Hey, would you like to grab food together sometime? I'd love to continue our conversation."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded. "I'd like that."

'Okay. Maybe you're not THAT dumb,' Mindy texted once she saw her twin brother walk her neighbor to the door.

[artiststarme]

Utter Chaos

Oof, this may be the dumbest and most chaotic thing I've ever written. I'm writing the second part to the fic where the Party forgot Steve's birthday so stay tuned. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Robin was his best friend, his ride or die, his Platonic soulmate with a capital P. He knew she still wasn’t comfortable enough  to come out to the Party just as he wasn’t. So when she accidentally made a gay comment that outed herself, of course Steve jumped to focus everyone’s attention on himself. 

Robin was talking to Nancy about the failures of dating or something when it happened. She laughed at Nance’s comment about having crushes on poor choices. 

“Yeah, I had a crush on Vickie until I found out she had a boyfriend.” Robin’s eyes widened as soon as she realized what she said. 

“I mean-“ her panicked eyes whipped over to Steve’s and he knew he had to fix it. 

“How’d you get over it? My crush on Eddie just won’t go away.” He asked, sounding confident and nonchalant but his insides were riling. 

His words caused Eddie to suck in a deep breath of air and start choking. Steve looked at him and patted his back which only seemed to make the choking worse. 

“Dude, are you okay?” Eddie just gave an undignified whimper in response. 

Nancy’s eyes narrowed on Steve, “so what, you’re gay now?”

He felt oddly defensive in the face of her scrutiny and narrowed his eyes in retaliation. “No, I’m half-gay. What’s it to you?”

Robin cut Nancy off from the tirade that was sure to come, “Steve, it’s called bisexual.”

“Yeah, I’m that. I like guys and girls.”

Nancy paled a few shades, “that-that’s a thing?”

“Um yeah, obviously. I didn’t really realize it until I saw Eddie in the boat shed though.”

Eddie’s back tensed under Steve’s hand and he made a muffled shout of frustration and outrage. Steve just gave his shoulder a pat in commiseration. Yeah, he’d been there for months. Welcome to the club, Munson. 

The rest of the Party was silent. Dustin was staring between him and Eddie in unbridled glee like all of his wishes had come true. Lucas and Max looked unperturbed like they’d known for months which knowing them, they might have. Will looked hopefully ecstatic and El was smiling happily. Mike though, looked pissed. 

“That’s disgusting!” Mike yelled with his lip curled in disgust. 

“Shut the hell up, Mike!” Nancy yelled at her brother. 

Robin, Steve, and Eddie whipped their heads toward her but she just shrugged. “He shouldn’t talk to you guys like that. Plus, I’ve had a crush on Robin for weeks. I just didn’t know it was okay.”

Robin gasped obnoxiously and started hitting Steve’s shoulder over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, Steve! Oh my god! Can you believe this? Oh my god, no, does this violate our bro code? Oh no, she broke your heart. Of course you wouldn’t want me dating her.”

Steve just shook his head, “Robs, I just want you to be happy. I don’t mind if you want to date my ex. But if Nance hurts you like she hurt me, I’m gonna go after her and make her regret it.”

“Oh, thanks Steve!” She hugged him and he closed his eyes. At least everything had turned out right in the end. 

He didn’t notice Hopper and Joyce at the top of the stairs. They were both staring into the basement in confusion at what they’d just heard. All Hop could do was look at Joyce in utter befuddlement and mouth “what the fuck just happened?”

She just shrugged her shoulders, how the hell would she know?

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[readreactrant]

I watched Code Geass but before I get to my short rant about the show and the ship you can pretty much guess this is about…. Let me just say….

This show peaked at the pseudo incest brocon subplot, I'm taking no arguments!

Fine, fine, that's definitely not entirely true but Rolo's death had me pausing the show and staring at the screen like for what reason?! Let the boy be hopelessly obsessed goddammit 😭😭😭

Now I've gotten that out of my system…

Guess who's the character I hate most?

shocker I know/sarc

I haven't hated one half of my otp ship in a piece of media this much since that one Episode Nagi panel of Reo's heart getting destroyed by Nagi's dumbass (Reo my love love I'd treat you so much better)

Suzaku's case is worse by several degrees because his idiocy and attitude only continued to stoke the flames of my annoyance for the whole two fucking seasons until like the three or two episodes at the end cause oh my fucking God I cried.

(That shit was a wild ride enough nothing is making me watch any spin offs or side stories I care that little)

From the first moment he entered that Lancelot suit and agreed to help the side that attempted to silence him by murder, I clocked his ass and marked him as the dumbest bitch to ever exist but we love a protective loyal dog Top don't we ladies?

"I want to change the system from the inside-" bitch shut up these are colonizers you ain't changing nothing 😭

Even after they they tried pining the murder on him to sentence him to death AGAIN!! BOY WENT BACK.

AND!

He refused Zero?!

HUH?!?

Now I'm not a particularly patriotic person (I hate my county so so much) but if we got neo colonized, No matter what merits I would never be friendly or cooperative with the other side.

Suzaku stopped his country fighting back (valid reason or not I don't remember, he killed his dad and that meant surrender ig) and proceeded to kiss up to brits, fall in love with one of them, and further hinder every attempt of his own people fighting back because 'Violence wrong' but it's okay when he does it because some made up ideal told him being subservient would make a change. And it did….just for him tho, all other 11s? no one cares.

And it didn't even matter because Lulu's methods were always the ones that brought things closer!

I know it's a kind of a commentary on something, I ain't stupid but I was still pissed.

Literally had me gritting my teeth almost every time he stepped on screen, especially when he went pseudo emo after becoming a knight of round or whatever.

Bottom line, he frustrated me as much as he did Lelouch but I still wanted to see them FUCK.

The last couple of episodes where genuinely the best things I've ever watched and a brilliant end to the series. I wouldn't say I grew to enjoy all the characters but God did the plot threads keep me going.

Trust I understood very little about the gate shit and the killing God aspect but when you're having a fun time everything just looks good.

To sum up SuzaLulu…

Giving me friends to enemies to lovers (correct me not I won't hear you) All mixed together with the palpable hatred and vitriol they held toward each other is just too much.

And Lelouch as a bottom is literally my type >.< psycho, pretty, and bad at sports (also having a natural inclination to dominate others)??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!

His dramatic ass had me gripped and his personality contrasted so beautifully with Suzaku's dumbass that while I did want to be sad about that redhead he might have liked dying….girl bye 👋 make way for the gay 🏳️‍🌈

(Srsly tho, I was sad for a sec, it was a very shocking scene to say the least but Rolo pulled such a Brocon move I was laughing for a solid minute.)

I very much didn't want to be like most other yaoi shippers that watched this shit when they were ten and went for the very obvious but still delicious low hanging fruit yaoi but I see enemies to lovers mixed with tragic yaoi and an undeniably fun story and brain stops functioning lmaooo. Turns out I'm very much like other fujins ;p

Closing thoughts: Umm…If you're going to defend Suzaku in the replies…go for it I'm down to listen but he'll forever be my bitch. I love Lelouch but Light is better, Orange x Lelouch is underratedand C.C. and Kallen should have gotten married.

[octodrawn]

Hmmmm.... I'm thinking about making a video essay on the gendered themes of LPS 2012 in a similar vein to Lily Simpson but with a wider scope including the girls vs boys plot lines, feminist vs misogynist moments and general episodes about gender roles along with anything trans related (I'm not entirely sure if there's much of that, though)

Below, I'm gonna put the episodes/moments I'd include. If there's any you think I missed lmk! (warning for mentions of breif misogyny and transphobia)

GENERAL GENDER STUFF

-short "just not into it" interesting rebuttal of popular conception of gender roles at the time

-short "girls night" emphasizes the importance female friendship and comradery

-s1, e9 "Dumb Dumbwaiter" (I'd need to rewatch before writing) kinda represents the ideas of what a feminist episode was at the time.

-s4,e20 "On the Same Page" I don't think I've seen this one yet actually but from what I can tell it's about the pets splitting up over perceived gender differences and then coming back together when they figure out they're not so different after all or something

-s3, e2 "Secret Cupet" EUgghhhh..... Probably the most problematic episode of the series misogyny wise. I'm pretty sure this episode has been covered to death before but I think it's important to mention in a video about feminism. I can't understand how they made this Pepe Le Pew ass episode in 2014 without ANYONE in the studio being like hmmmmm.... maybe this is a bad idea. AND they put it as the second episode of the season??????

CROSSDRESSING

-overall pretty normalized. Not USUALLY used for a punchline from what I remember. At some points it's not even mentioned like Sunil's Ball outfit where he just comments on the color (the punchline might be the fact he's not mentioning it though so???). I think having a range of gender expression is important for a show that features a lot of fashion. (may need more specific examples though)

TRANS THINGS???

-s1, e19 "what did you say" It's kind of a small thing but at the end when Vinnie is like "call me princess precious" and everyone is like "lol no that's the dumbest thing ever lol". It probably wasn't intentional but this could be a bad message for kids to dismiss their friends who share something they want to be called.

-It's a punchline that happens an odd amount of times where a pet thought to be a girl is actually a boy... which might be questionable but I don't think the pets react badly (would need specific examples though)

-um... I'm not sure if there are many more... might scrap this section.

Thank you for reading this <33 Please let tell me if I missed something or if you have any thoughts on the episodes I already have here!

[rorywritesjunk]

Down in the dark where the waves won't go, I'm bound to find my way.

Sunny and Buggy disagree over the next steps of their life together leading to them spending time apart.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe for swearing and arguing. Warning: Each chapter will have a specific warning. This one has the couple fighting and disagreeing. Talk of starting a family. Buggy is a jerk and Sunny is stubborn. Word Count: 2,647 A/N: The direct sequel to "No locked upon land...", the fic that started it all. I do not use "You" in this as now that Sunny is an established OC I decided not to go that route. This will be several chapters. Originally (lol) it was just two parts but... but I had to expand but I don't expect it to go much longer than the original fic.

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Epilogue Taglist (only because you seem to express interest on these posts, let me know if you want to be removed!): @hey-august @lostfirefly

Chapter 1

Buggy was wondering if his hearing was going or maybe his ears were full of wax. Maybe all those years of cannons and Buggy Balls finally took their toll on him because he wasn’t sure what he heard his lovely wife just say to him. She had brought him lunch wearing one of her cute dresses - a bright yellow one with orange accents embroidered on. She had her hair down, framing her face, and if Buggy didn’t have to take a shift at the helm he would have made sure to let her know how prettier the dress would look on the floor of his office.

But then she said something as she was putting the plate down and he… he wasn’t sure he completely understood what she said.

“What didja say, babe?” He asked as he took a bite of the sandwich she made. “I don’t think I heard ya.”

She sat down next to him and reached over to hold his hand. She made him such a big sandwich that he needed both hands to eat, but this seemed important so he reluctantly set the sandwich down and let her hold his hand.

“Honey, I love you.”

“I… love you too.” He said, frowning at her words as she gave his hand a squeeze. What was going on? Why was she acting so weird? Was this her way of finally asking for a divorce after all this time? Was she finally throwing in the towel with him? He accidentally kicked her while they were both sleeping last night, but that couldn’t be it, could it? “Babe, look, I’m sorry-”

“Buggy, I’m ready to have a baby.” She smiled. “Or several, I’m not picky.”

“-about-” He stopped, the words entering one ear and out the other. Kids? Why the hell would she want kids? She knew what he was like as a kid, why would she want to raise that? He stared at her, mouth hanging open, before he pulled his hand back and started laughing. “Is this a joke?!”

“No?” Sunny frowned. “I’m being serious.”

“Why the hell would you want to have kids?!” He asked frantically. “Kids with me?! Why?! You saw what I was like, why the hell would you want to deal with that for years and years?!”

She half expected this and she knew how he could get when he was panicky. This would blow over. He had even made an offhand comment a few weeks ago about how having a kid might be nice to carry on his legacy someday. He certainly enjoyed the process.

“Buggy-”

“What’s wrong with you?!” He asked. “That’s a dumb thing to want!”

She crossed her arms and waited for him to calm down. He had pulled his hand away, shaking his head, chattering on how they weren’t ready, it wasn’t the right time, raising a kid on the ship would be horrible, and why would she want a kid with him? She knew that any kid they had could come out looking like him: big red nose in the middle of their face. Why would she want that?

“Should we talk about this later, Buggy?” She asked. He shook his head.

“No! Never! We’re not having kids!” He told her, voice high pitched, almost squawking. “That’s a terrible idea, babe! One of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard!”

Sunny frowned and sat back in her chair. She didn’t expect him to talk to her like that. Maybe she needed to try again later, but what kind of reaction was that? Then again, why was she surprised he was acting over the top? It was very much like him to overreact at times, but his words hurt. She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up to leave but his hand grabbed her wrist. He was looking up at her and she wondered if maybe he would think about it.

“Can you bring me a drink since you’re getting up, babe?” He asked with a grin. “Pleeeease?”

She clenched her jaw and pulled away from him, nodding as she tried to fight back the tears. She managed to keep it together until she left and went to the kitchen.

~

Sunny had hoped to try and talk to him about it again at bedtime but her feelings were hurt. It might not be the best time. He must have forgotten about their lunchtime conversation because he crawled right into bed next to her, wrapping himself around her and giving her a big kiss on the cheek.

“I love you~” He told her with a grin as he nuzzled her cheek. “You looked so cute in that dress today, babe.”

Well, at least it kind of did the trick. “Yea? Was it cute when you hurt my feelings?”

“I did what?” He looked at her funny. “When? What did I say?”

“Buggy, I told you I wanted to have a baby.” She reminded him. “I’m ready to be a mom.”

Buggy stared at her. He had hoped maybe it was a flight of fancy, that it was something she would have forgotten about. They had talked about kids long ago when they first got married, both agreeing that it wasn’t time, but as time went on and other things came up, he was certain he was never going to be ready. After being in charge of himself as a child for a few days with her a few months ago, he was certain he would never be capable of being a father.

“Yea, well, what if I’m not?! We’re still young!” Buggy insisted as he pulled away from her. “We… we got time, you know, why do you want to rush this? We haven't been married that long!”

“We’ve been married 11 years.” Sunny reminded him. “We’re not getting any younger.” 

“We’re not ready.” Buggy shook his head.

“I think we are.” She insisted.

“It’s a terrible idea!” Buggy told her. “Us being parents is the dumbest thing I can think of, you know!” He scooted away from her on the bed and crossed his arms. “We’re not having kids. They’ll ruin my plans.”

Sunny stared at him, feeling the tears well up in her eyes again. “Your plans? What about mine, Buggy? I’ve done so much for your plans, you know, ever since I met you! I’m asking just one thing from you!”

“That one thing that is a lifetime commitment!” Buggy shot back. “We’re not having kids and that’s it!” He huffed in frustration and laid down on the bed, frowning up at her as she looked away from him. “Don’t pout, babe. Go to bed. You want a baby so bad maybe I can get you a tiger cub so Richie can have a friend.”

Sunny wiped at her eyes and sniffed, saying nothing to him as she stayed sitting up. He rolled his eyes. He knew she’d get over it in a few days, hell probably even by tomorrow. He reached over to touch her arm, wanting to cuddle, but she jerked away from him and climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going? It’s bedtime, babe!” He said as he watched her slip on a pair of boots and grab a jacket. “You’re in your pajamas!”

“I need to walk around the ship.” She told him. “I-I need to think, Buggy.”

“Babe, it’s dark out there. Think tomorrow.” He sighed, rolling his eyes again. “I’m serious about getting you a tiger cub. That would be so much better than a kid.”

“Shut up, Buggy.” She snapped at him, catching him off guard as she stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He sat in bed, surprised that she actually left. He figured she would have stayed in the room.

~

Sunny not talking to him was one of the worst things Buggy ever endured. He spent one week early in their marriage getting the cold shoulder from her and a week had passed since she brought up having kids and she wouldn’t speak to him, not even look at him. He felt she was overreacting to this but he had a surprise for her to make her talk to him again and forget about the idea of ever having kids. He planned a route to swing by the place where they first met, go to the lake where he professed his love to her, and bring her some duck feed. That’s all it would take for her to apologize and insist that Buggy was right all along and that having kids was dumb.

It took them a few days to get there and Buggy kept trying to talk to her, dropping some hints about what he was up to, but she just ignored him. He stomped his foot at one point when she walked right past him after he tried to flirt with her while she was carrying a laundry basket.

“Will you stop ignoring me?!” He whined. “Babe, come on! I got something fun planned for us!”

Sunny stopped, her shoulders drooping as she turned to look at him. Buggy froze, staring at her as he gulped. She wasn’t smiling at him which was upsetting. There was no sparkle in her eye, no happiness in her voice when she spoke. She just… she looked depressed.

“Babe?”

“What, Buggy?” She asked with a sigh. “I’m busy.”

“Oh yea? Too busy to go on a date with me in a few days?” He asked, feeling a dagger to his heart at her just saying his name. She hadn’t been calling him ‘honey’ at all since that argument in the bedroom. Using just his name was hurtful. He at least kept using his nickname for her. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

She just shrugged, shifting the basket from one hip to the other. Buggy rubbed his nose and looked away. It was a little weird to him to see that, reminding of when she carried the kid a few times when he had been upset or tired. She looked natural in those moments and admittedly, Buggy had thought maybe they could do it, raise a kid together, have the flashiest brat on all the seas, but just the fear of something going wrong, something happening to Sunny, was enough for him to not want her to go through with it.

“Do I have to?” She asked. His jaw dropped and he stomped his foot again, clenching his fists. “It doesn't sound fun right now.”

“Yes! I’m the Captain and I order you to go on a date with me!” He told her angrily. “And it’s going to be romantic and you’ll have fun, understand?! You’ll forget your stupid idea of having kids and realize I was right for once!”

She stared at him before turning away and heading to their bedroom. Buggy hated that she walked away like that without talking to him, so he added, “Wear that cute pink dress of yours, okay?”

Sunny said nothing and disappeared into their bedroom.

~

Buggy gave her instructions on what to do, where to go, and what she should wear while they had a breakfast of plain toast and cold bacon. She didn’t have it in her to cook which bothered Buggy. She always cooked the best breakfasts for him but since their fight it had just been… soggy plain toast and cold, greasy bacon. He complained once and after a steely look from her in which she said he could cook his own food next time, he didn't say anything else.

Was his marriage over? 

If that was the case, he really had to make sure she remembered why they were in love with each other, that he made her laugh and that she took care of him. Buggy had to make sure his wife didn’t leave him and that she remembered how much she loved Buggy and how much he loved her. They didn’t need to have kids to be happy, they had each other, and if Buggy tried, he could send Mohji out to find Sunny a pet or something to take care of.

He made sure to look his absolute best for this: he shined his shoes, the buttons on his jacket, made sure his clothes were clean, and that his makeup looked fresh. He looked at himself in the mirror, grinning and looking smug as he struck a few poses, winking at himself in the mirror. Sunny was going to love seeing him looking his best. He even wore the cravat she gifted him on his birthday after they first met. She would see that and would realize how much he loved her and that she was being silly for getting upset.

He put Mohji in charge before heading out. He made Sunny leave earlier after getting ready. She didn’t put up a fight which he was pleased with. He had heard that her old boss was about to retire so he suggested she dress up and visit the old hag. He ignored how she glared at him calling Miss Pins that, but she left without a fight.  She even wore the dress he wanted to see her in as well as some jewelery.

He had a picnic basket in one hand and a bag of duck feed in the other as he waited by the lake for her. He set things down and crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug at his plan. It definitely had to work. She would show up, impressed he remembered these details, and apologize to him for suggesting they have kids. 

Five minutes passed after their agreed upon time. Buggy figured the old hag was talking Sunny’s ear off.

Ten minutes and he wondered if he needed to go rescue her.

Fifteen and… she was coming, right, maybe she got lost?

Twenty minutes and he noticed a little girl wandering around the shelter he and Sunny had to take cover in when he told him how he felt all those years ago during a downpour. 

Twenty five minutes passed and the little girl noticed him, smiling brightly as she walked over to him. He stiffened up, looking around to see if she had any other adult she could go talk to, but why was she coming to talk to him?

“Are you a clown?” She asked with a big smile. “I love clowns! They’re so funny! Can you do any tricks?”

“W-Where are your parents, kid?! You don’t just walk up to strangers and ask them that!” Buggy scolded her as he tried to spot any other adult in the area. It was just the two of them. “Go away, my wife is gonna come and we have a date!”

“Ohh.” The little girl looked around. Buggy wasn’t good at ages, but he wondered if maybe she was around 10 or so. She looked around the same size as the kid, maybe a little shorter. “Um… I don’t… I don’t know where my mama and papa are.”

“Well, go find them!” Buggy insisted, giving her a little shove. “I can’t be distracted, now beat it!”

Her little head kept swiveling around, trying to see if she could spot one of her parents. Her blonde hair was pulled back into two braids with little clasps securing them that had two green stones on them. She had freckles on her face, bright eyes filled with tears, and as she looked up at Buggy, sniffling loudly as it dawned on her that her parents weren’t around, he wondered what he just got himself into.

“W-What’s your name, kid?”

She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to dry her eyes. “M-My name’s Sunny and… and I’m lost!”

She began to cry and Buggy started to panic. This would be the perfect time for his Sunny to walk up and fix everything.

[running-with-the-feels]

To continue with my revenant AU bs, specifically with Smoke and Hanzo:

Tomáš avoids Hanzo strictly because he doesn't like fire. Hanzo avoids Tomáš because of jealousy. So when those two are finally made to talk, Tomáš kind of laughs when he realizes that Hanzo is jealous of him and Kuai. (I do enjoy both subsmoke and subscorp.)

Tomáš: It was years ago. Like I've been dead, and I didn't really expect him to just not move on?

Hanzo, light bulb turning on: Oh. But you've been avoiding me too?

Tomáš: Trauma concerning fire, nothing against you personally.

On a further note, Hanzo and Tomáš could be good friends (+ or more depending on if subscorpsmoke is involved or not) once they worked past the jealousy bits, but also I think Hanzo ( and Kuai too) would have a cow if they found out about Smoke's past with him being a child that was harmed by a bunch of cultists.

On another note, I imagine those two bonding over having a sister named Hana. (++ Czech name generator Hana shows up a lot. Still need to write my hcs for Smoke's past, but the [dead] twin sister thing is something I will be stealing from MK1. The only good part.)

I should write a fic about my headcanons abt Tomáš' past, now that I think about it.

First of all, please write that fic, I would Eat It Up

Second of all, Tomáš's Hana coming back from the dead while Hanzo still can't talk to his would be so angsty and bittersweet

Third, I love the dynamic you've set up for Tomáš and Hanzo

Hanzo: I wouldn't get in the way, you know

Tomáš: What?

Hanzo: I love him and I'd hate it, but if you two wanted to try again, I wouldn't stop you

Tomáš:.......

Tomáš: You might be the dumbest man I've ever met

Hanzo: Hey!

Tomáš: That ship has sailed and as much as I know we loved each other, we weren't meant to last. That's not me whining or being self pitying, we both knew that from the beginning and enjoyed what we had while we had it.

Hanzo: Oh

Tomáš: That said, if you break his heart, I'll break you

Hanzo: noted

[sowritten]

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

trigger warnings apply, adjust as needed.

the police have a few more questions.

how are you doing?

it's lots of this and not knowing what to do next.

you're part of this family.

how you doing, kiddo?

I thought you should have been there.

I was outvoted.

he was so hairy, and I've dated italian guys!

are you leaving?

everyone idolizes their dad, right?

where do you come up with that?

why are we doing all of this again?

I read a tweet about a new yorker article about you.

you're famous!

I know who you are.

I read your profile in the new yorker and I found it delightful.

why are you here?

it's just not the same.

are you baiting me?

that's where the real money is.

this is not how I wanted to have this conversation.

you tell her, or I will.

that's none of your business.

I don't know how this mix-up happened.

please, you don't understand.

I know it will hurt, but it's all for the best.

my mind's made up.

just the thought of lying makes me puke.

I feel like I shouldn't be here.

it makes no damn sense.

we are not breaking tradition on my birthday!

you really love drama, huh?

you wanna do drugs?

you know, this is an interesting and efficient method of murder.

I need to write this down.

listen to me!

I thought I heard something.

what do you want me to do?

you've got to be kidding me.

I keep waiting for the big reveal.

those two things don't even conflate.

don't point at me!

I'm warning you!

financially, I'd like to help you out.

I stayed hoping to speak to you a little bit more.

I trust your kind heart.

how about it, watson?

you do as I say and everything will be just fine, I promise.

sweet beans!

what is this? what's this arrangement?

it's funny you're here at all.

why are you even bothering?

we gotta do this more often.

this might be the best thing that could ever happen to you.

nothing good is ever easy.

eat shit!

what do we have here?

this can't be legal.

you little bitch!

did you know about this?

were you in on this from the beginning?

I totally understand what you must be feeling right now.

okay, seriously though, what the hell?

it's the only thing that makes sense.

[name], tell me everything.

did you just google that?

I suspect foul play.

I don't care if I go to jail.

you've come this far, let me help you go all the way.

you should do whatever you think is right.

I won't let that happen.

how do you know all this stuff?

[name], do you hear me?

do you regret helping me yet?

this is going well.

I feel like I swallowed bees.

I couldn't do this without you.

that was the dumbest car chase of all time.

I don't know what you want.

we have to figure it out, right here, right now.

you did this!

you won't get away with this!

this will tie everything up.

you're not much of a detective, are you?

you make a pretty lousy murderer.

perhaps we deserve each other.

you've always been good to me.

that was certainly not what I was expecting at all.

why did you hire me?

you can't be that crazy.

that's some heavy duty conjecture.

you are guilty of nothing but a few amateur theatrics.

are you back again already?

this is stupid with two o's.

you have not a shred of evidence.

in for a penny, in for a pound.

I knew you were guilty as shit.

don't you come near me!

I'm going to say this just to you.

you think I'm not going to fight to protect my home?

oh shut up!

yeah, I killed them.

what do you got on me?

you'll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life.

I have a feeling you'll follow your heart.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

What are your thoughts on the potential Julie and Frank 'relationship'?

(serious answer under the cut. also, again, disclaimer that this is all speculation and i'm not saying that any of this is 100% For Sure going to happen, i am just speaking within the context of this one particular theory.)

(edit: nvm i might actually be right. yeehaw [said unimaginably haggardly])

i've talked about that before on this blog, in this post specifically (with extra links for context so maybe check it out) and it's still something that i think about A Lot. in that post, i describe it as a source of Mutual horror, i.e. "you were created to both bring out the best in someone and to keep each other shackled to someone else’s incomprehensible idea of normalcy." and when i say incomprehensible, i really do mean incomprehensible; going by a few posts clown's made in the past, the idea of gender being tied to presentation and vice versa seems to be a foreign one to the playfellow puppets - and yet, this does not seem to prevent them from the consequences of being Perceived a certain way. it's also probably worth mentioning that if the 2022 pride art is to be believed, then neither frank or julie are cis, either (for whatever the playfellows puppets' definition/equivalent of "cis" is, anyway.)

i would be lying if i said i haven't thought about Several ways this could all play out; how it could affect both of them as individuals, their other relationships, their pre-existing friendship. i won't go over all of those here bc this post would be way too fucking long otherwise, but i will say that i think that they would have been friends regardless of whether or not the show decided they were (and regardless of whether or not the show wanted friends or "friends."*) i don't think either of them start out Aware that they're "supposed" to be together. i think they are likely made aware of it later on - of how they are seen. in this way, it's a good example of what i meant when i previously described welcome home feeling like a setup for some cosmic horror-as-coming of age shit (or coming of age as cosmic horror??) for example, in this particular context, i saw A Lot of these two scenarios when it came to growing up queer and/or closeted, especially in an unsafe environment: 1. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i don't think this is true, but i have no idea how to refute this, so i'm just gonna Go Along With It until i am emotionally, mentally, and/or physically no longer able to do so bc i'm scared of what'll happen to me and/or the people i care about if i don't - OH FUCK THAT HAPPENED A LOT SOONER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

2. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i think that's the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard and it does not apply to me at all" [is punished for this] "Ah." it's just that here, the scale would be magnified to the point of cosmic horror, in order to drive home the turmoil these situations bring, both internal and external. do i think frank and julie would be the only examples of this, or that it is mutually exclusive from any of WH's other potential themes? absolutely not. but if all we have to go off of are crumbs, then We Will Work With Crumbs. * side note, i was gonna talk about how it was interesting that despite knowing next to nothing about frank/eddie in canon except for the fact that It Happens, all of the frank/eddie art we have so far is a lot more unambiguously romantic than any supposed in-universe ship teasing between frank and julie, buuut then i realized that was probably bc we're still in the prologue and all the frank/eddie stuff we have is like, side sketches and concept art. of course it's gonna be more indulgent.

tl;dr: I Care Them and i hope you can tell