#girl you better have reblogged it /hj

[keistance]

im CRYING

[starrygemi]

Taylor Swift songs that remind me of Stephanie Brown

Just finished up Steph’s pre-n52 appearances, so I have a right to do this now /lh /hj

These are songs that REMIND me of Stephanie Brown! The short list version without explanation, then the explanation in the second half. I tried very much to be unbiased, as most songs I listen to have imagery of Steph (or TimSteph) right now. Again, songs that REMIND me of her. I don’t think she’d like Taylor deeply, and honestly, I don’t think that hard towards what character would listen to.

Better Man tolerate it Dear John Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve A Place In This World* The Outside this is me trying* Tell Me Why* Fifteen Never Grow Up You’re On Your Own, Kid

When you fall in love with a character so deeply, every other interest you’ve had starts intermixing into and with them. Quite literally, everything starts reminding you of them, and your mind is just jumbled with all your interests trying to redirect it back to the character you’ve fallen in love with—and when you like something that the majority of the fandom dislikes, it’s kinda sad.

I’m not going to get into it, because this is a DC/Stephanie post—so just be nice to each other <3

Anyway! Lighter notes! I think Stephanie would be a Speak Now and Fearless girlie. I love Speak Now, so that may be a bias I have there. (Also Speak Now’s purple, soooo… /lh) This post also will not have anything from TTPD, because I need that to marinate a little longer. If I feel any of those songs fit Steph, I’ll add a reblog to this.

I've gotten a headache trying to figure out what's not allowing this to show up in tags, so here are just the screenshots of what I wrote. I can't keep "/"ing words 🤮🤮

Honorable Mentions:

I do think there are many songs from Taylor’s discography that can relate to Steph, but these were the ones’ that made it to my short playlist. In actuality, these are in honorable mentions, because I can't re-explain what's clearly given or I couldn’t articulate my reasoning properly, so you get this <3

A Place In This World "I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know / I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on / Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world" "Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission / But I'm ready to fly"

this is me trying "I didn't know if you'd care if I came back" "That this is me trying / At least I'm trying"

Tell Me Why "You took a swing, I took it hard / And down here from the ground, I see who you are" "You tell me that you love me, then cut me down" "But you know you got a mean streak / That makes me run for cover when you're around" "Why do you have to make me feel small / So you can feel whole inside?"

If for whatever reason you got here—please befriend me if you like Taylor and DC, I’d love to be friends 😭 If you have any Taylor songs that remind you of Steph (or honestly any of the Batfam), let me know!!! Because that’d be fun to dissect together!!

In regards to TTPD, I’ll reblog and add those later, but for now, I really still need to digest the album. 

If I get attached and infatuated on a ship, they are no longer safe from every song being related back to them, so erm...I plan to do a “Taylor Swift songs that remind me of TimSteph,” because I already have a playlist for them 💀

[artemis-lynn]

a song I wrote

Context: One of my closest friends decided she didn't want to be friends with me because I told a counselor that she was self harming to the extreme and asked that the counselor help her, and lately I've just been really sad, because I'm not sorry that I told the counselor, just sorry that this girl no longer wants to be my friend.

So, as a result, I decided to try my hand at writing (and recording) a song

Warnings: My throat is seriously sore and I'm not a great singer to begin with, plus with the quality of the recording..it probably doesn't sound good. You have been warned in advance, so don't sue me :P

Without further ado...."From the Friend You Left Behind"

(DO NOT USE THIS WITHOUT MY DIRECT PERMISSION OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN OR I WILL LITERALLY SUE YOU /hj)

Actually since this is being stupid I'll reblog with the actual song. Here are the lyrics, though:

Verse 1:

Tell me this and only this- do you miss me back?

I tried to put a bandaid over the crack

But you shut me out

All I did was help

I couldn't stand to watch you bleed

Why'd you shut me out?

Chorus:

You know I'm not sorry

But will you one day come back?

It was the right thing to do

I gave you help you needed

But you said otherwise

And now you're all alone

So here's a letter

From the friend you left behind

Verse 2:

How are you doing now?

It's been too long.

I know you'd rather die than seen me

But hear me out.

I miss you.

I love you.

I wish you didn't hate me.

CHORUS

Bridge/verse 3:

So here I am

Still waiting

Waiting for you to tell me tell me tell me

If we're gonna be friends again

Or if I'm better off dead

CHORUS

Ending:

Please don't leave me waiting

For you to tell me this

Do you miss me?

Or am I better off dead?

Love, the friend you left behind.

[enbyonsteriods]

About me

Hi, it’s your tumblr hellhole guy. (All important text is in red, if you are just skimming through this post)

My main name is Arson, but some other names include: Ollie, Mellon, Wynter, Buddy, and Seek (based off another one of my usernames). (Also, I don’t mind you calling me by my username.)

My pronouns are basically everything but she/her (which is including of neopronouns), and I’m VERY uncomfortable with feminine terms like “girl” or “mrs”. I don’t care if you call me a “boy” or “mr”, but I really like gender neutral terms.

For more information about my identity, go to my pronouns page: en.pronouns.page/@enbyonsteriods

What’s below is kind of long, so hit “Keep reading” at your own risk

I have a very simple do not interact (DNI) list: if you’re a bigot, get out. That’s it.

If you are part of the DNI list, (how are you even on tumblr?) please don’t interact. If you do I will block you (that isn’t a threat, just go away plz)

Oh, and if I reblog anything from somebody in my DNI list and you (the reader) know that they are, PLEASE privately message me and tell me!!!

I lurk in fandoms that I’m interested in, and reblog posts of fandoms that I really like or am hyperfixated on.

Fandoms I currently am interested in/really like/am hyperfixated on (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):

Object Show Community (mostly Battle for Dream Island and Inanimate Insanity)

Vocaloid/Vocal synths

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Honkai: Star Rail

Delicious in Dungeon

[BOTH ASKS AND SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, SORRY] I would really like if someone were to ask me a question about myself, or maybe even request something for me to draw (but don’t expect it to be too good, I’m better at graphic design and drawing objects than drawing people and animals)

I like making original characters (OCs), but I struggle with designing them (especially clothes since most of what my characters wear is utterly boring, unless I use a reference photo).

I almost always use tone indicators/tags to help indicate what message I’m trying to convey. I mostly use “/j” (joking), “/hj” (half-joking), “/srs” (serious) “/sarc” (sarcastic), “/gen” (genuine), “/pos” (positive), “/neu” (neutral), and “/neg” (negative). I won’t ever use “/srs” as “/j” because it’s confusing for people, including myself.

As my last pinned post said, please don’t follow me unless you want to see random stuff that I’m hyperfixated on in your following tab. I won’t be reblogging things from certain fandoms once my hyperfixation ends, so don’t follow me if you want to see reblogs of a specific fandom!!! That is, unless you want to be friends/mutuals or you like the memes/hyperfixation stuff that I reblog.

I will continue to update this post if I need to add anything or change anything.

[starryemeralds]

HII rwby anon again its been a while sorry dhd ive been on a mission in another world but thats not important right now~

sooo

IVE WATCHED TILL EPISODE 15 !!

IM REALLY ENJOYING IT A LOT, especially with a lot of focus being on vomit boy, i kind of didnt expect that. i LOVE how nora was just. "should i break his legs :D" IN SUCH A FUN AND BUBBLY GIRL VOICE DHDBDBD that was hilarious

AND WHEN PYRRHA TOOK VOMIT BOY ONTO THE ROOF AND HE JUST GOES, "i know im depressed but.. im not THAT depressed" i was DYING of laughter HELPPP JSJSJS

UGH i CANNOT get enough of ruby. shes just like. nope :3 nope : ) nope :] nope :>

UGH its so cute just that little squeakiness in her voice, if that makes sense fhdhd

i am also uh. A LITTLE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT SHE SAID TO VOMIT BOY

"youre not allowed to be a failure.. because youre a leader !"

i very spesifically remember, before getting into the show, seeing gifs and vids you rebloged of ruby having. not the best of times 😭 because she was their leader and didnt feel perfect / as good as she wanted herself to be, if i remember correctly ? so

yeah 😭😭😭

i ship blake and random faunus boy with a monkey tail /hj

penny seems.. weird,, not in a bad way she is just. a weirdo /pos

LMFAO THE HIGH FIVE BETWEEN WEISS AND RUBY, um *its a combat skirt*

ok so. time to bombard you with questions ( sorry )

who are the faunus how many episodes does the first season have who are the white fang and why does weiss call them degenerates, rapscallions, thieves, murderers and scums

IS IS IS. IS BLAKE A FAUNUS OF THE WHITE FANG !?!

thank you 💅

HELLO RWBY ANON!! I HOPE YOUR MISSION IN ANOTHER WORLD IS GOING WELL LMAO

i love how you consistently refer to jaune as vomit boy, it makes me laugh everytime. and nora, my chaotic beloved, do break that guys legs <3

S T O P, THAT ROOFTOP LINE HAD ME FUCKING CACKLING. IN MY RECENT REWATCH IF THE SHOW, I WAS SHOWING IT TO MY FRIENDS AND THEY THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TOO

and yes!! ruby’s va is so good, and while she has the squeakiness, you’ll come to see that there’s a lot of emotional range in it 👀

AND YEAH,, RUBY’S JOURNEY AS A LEADER IS A LONG AND COMPLICATED ROAD, BUT MY GOD, THERE IS NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN STORYLINES LIKE *gestures to v9* THAT (being vague because i don’t wanna spoil you anymore than my blog already has haha)

SUN MY BELOVED!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH; LOYAL TO THE END BUT LACKS ALL BRAIN CELLS. valid to ship them, but their friendship in particular means so much to me and you’ll come to see why a bit later down the road!

AND PENNY MY BELOVED <3333 all i’ll say is that there is something weird with her, and it alludes to the fairy tale she is based on, which i think gets revealed sometime in v2 iirc

AND NOW FOR YOUR QUESTIONS

who are the faunus:

so the faunus are essentially another race in remnant that have physically animalistic features (some might have ears, or tails, etc.)

how many episodes in the first season:

crunchyroll is telling me that the first season has 16 episodes, so you’re right at the finish line!!

who are the white fang:

the white fang has a complicated history, but they are essentially a group of faunus who are fighting for faunus rights and are now known to be an extremist group. (in my personal opinion, i think that rt definitely could’ve handled this plot line a bit better since it is a direct allegory to racism and a lot of black fans have voiced their critiques a lot better than i ever could. there are some threads and video essays by them if that’s something you’d wanna look more into!)

why does weiss call them degenerates, etc?

she’s racist prejudiced towards them based on her upbringing; but she does overcome this fairly quickly SO DONT WORRY.

is blake of the white fang?

she used to be! that mission she was on in the black trailer was actually her with them, but her separating herself from the train was her literally and metaphorically cutting ties with them. she no longer believes in their methods, so she became a huntress to join in the fight for equality in a different way.

I HOPE THAT HELPS CLEAR SOME THINGS UP!

[nsmhrniki]

✰ omegle, the dark web 2.0！,,

WARNINGS: omegle, nothing too explicit but i mightve described omegle a bit too dramatically scary 😭, curse words

PAIRING/S: clyde, tolkien, kenny x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

GENRE: crack

PRONOUNS: gender neutral

REQUESTED: yes // no

" just finished hopping on omegle... umm .. never again!! 🤗 clyde, tolkien, and kenny, seperately and platonic, going on omegle w/ reader to make me feel better bc i didnt have anyone else when i did that.. "

– anon

A/N: oh my gosh i'm so sorry,,get well soon 🙁 /hj i took some omegle videos off of tiktok for this because they were funny ash

donovan, clyde ✰ !

first of all clyde turned down your offer immediately. he didnt think about it, immediate NO.

he was like "no dude. 😧 do yk what type of stuff goes around in that website???"

"yeah? so?" "SO??!"

"what are you a pussy 🤨 its totally ok ill go get your blankie if we see something absolutely atrocious 🥺🥺"

"..."

and now infront of you both is your laptop and omegle on your screen.

"dont worry dude, im sure nothing will happen"

very very very wrong 😂...🙂

but aside from the... toe curling, gruesome, eye bleeding, earth shattering, blood curdling, spine chilling things you've seen on your laptop. some people were nice

you two however did not reciprocate the energy, you two outwardly BULLIED the people😨

who could blame you two? 🥺 its how you cope /j

oh yeah clyde cried maybe once or twice,, or 6 times

black, tolkien ✰ !

"no." "b-" "NO.!!"

"do you want to be traumatized for the rest of your life??" "tolkien i'm sure it's not that bad.."

you eventually got him to give in though!!! unfortunately...

worst mistake ever and tolkien almost left your ass to deal with this yourself

however, fortunately for you, he's a good friend!!

he only stayed because things were getting funny LMAOAO

"you look like bella hadid! on the left 🙂"

"me?" the person on the fucking left asks 😭

"nnnot you... the one on the le-" they click skip "ohh- 🙁"

"i said the one on the left!!! 🙁 why did she try to take credit UH UN"

🍊 ⊹ mccormick, kenny ..,

said yes immediately LMAOOO

said live your life to the fullest i guess 🤷‍♀️

said that you two are living on the edge! 😋 however!!! you wanna go back to the middle 😍!

because the FIRST thing that comes up is a lady doing..... showing....... and you didnt like it, kenny sure did though 🙂

whats worse is that it went on for more than one minute like press the fucking button plz,,

after a few skips you two came across an 11 yr old holding up her crusty white dog

"oh no sweetie 🙁 im so sorry"

🙁??? was the little girls face LMAOAO

"theres no need to deny it, we all know you have the perfect family but theres a deep deep dark secret and somebody's cheating!! on somebody in the house!!" *frantically nods head*

the two of you skipped her without another word and went on completely gaslighting everyone

㊎ all rights reserved to @/nsmhrniki. please do not copy/repost

Reblogs are appreciated !

[tohokuu]

love, sex & dreams - jung wooyoung

reblog, or i'll fucking punch you /hj but nr

warnings : drug use, dick sucking, heavy praise, woo is under the influence, reader is not, consensual fucking under the influence, drugs, birthday boy wooyoung

a/n : i wrote about a man on drugs while being on drugs.

wc : 1.7k

wooyoung contemplated if he should take the pill yunho and san had offered him earlier. it was odd. usually, he’d be the one out of the eight boys to suggest doing something like this but now that it came to taking psychedelic drugs, he was scared. but he wanted to know what was so special about little pill that made san, yunho and hongjoong return to that underground sex club every weekend.

“it’s something about that one chick. i forgot her name..” san giggled. oh, so it’s the girl.. not the pill. but yunho insisted that the drug enhanced everything. made it feel so much better when she’d wrap her lips around his cock. “come on, woo. it’s just one. we’ll go with you to make sure you’re alright.” wooyoung contemplated it for one more moment, but then deciding that life was too short to not make bad decisions, he swallowed the drug quickly.

eager to feel the effects of lsd, wooyoung quickly changed into the most shameless outfit he had. a sheer top with a jean jacket and loose ripped pants that he decided to wear fishnet leggings with. san did wooyoungs makeup, slightly dabbing rose gold eyeshadow on the birthday boy’s eyelid and applying the prettiest shade of blush to his nose and cheeks.

“good to go.” san chirped. wooyoung looked at himself in the mirror. unsure if this was still a good idea but yunho dragged him out the door anyway. “come on, we don’t wanna keep her waiting !” he exclaimed. they opted on walking to the club instead, positive that it’d be unsafe to drive under the influence.

“you’re gonna have a lot of fun, woo.” yunho laughed. it seemed like he was already in a trance. giggling and pointing at random things in the distance and grabbing wooyoung’s arm at random times. after a long walk to downtown, wooyoungs hazy brained tried to administer the glowing neon sign of the odd looking club he was brought to. there were shady people everywhere. they all seemed to stare daggers at him and wooyoungs heartbeat raced faster and faster.

he felt like he was going to have a heart attack if he didn’t manage to get into a secluded room. that wasn’t far, though because you were right around the corner. “who are you here for ?” the grumpy receptionist ask. he was blonde, tired and it seemed like she was being forced to work here. her eyes were lined with black and piercings adorned almost every part of her face. wooyoung found himself responding to her so much later than he wanted to. was this the effects of what he had taken earlier ?

“y-y/n… yeah her. i made an appointment with her.” he responded. wooyoung was still in a daze and yunho wasn’t anywhere to be found. wooyoung assumed he had been ditched by his friend and just continued on. filling out a long sheet with paperwork about his… kinks ? the lines doubled in front of him and suddenly the letters were dancing across the sheet of paper. he blinked again, shocked by his imagination. the dancing letters were gone but the blur of the fine print was still apparent. but the bigger questions on hand were, was woo into whipping ? did he enjoy being on top ? and to be quite honest, he couldn’t even find it in himself to stand straight right now.

after handing back the sheet he had so messily filled out, wooyoung found himself trudging through the confusion hallways. or were they ? he saw three of each. each hallway had a different color and suddenly, he couldn’t differentiate between fiction and reality. his head pounded and his dick throbbed. fuck, what was in that stupid pill ? the picture framed hung on the wall seemed to be falling and the checkered floor was warping around everywhere.

he was imagining everything. is this what you call a bad trip ? he wondered. he tumbled into your room without knocking. there wasn’t much to look at other than the shrinking couch and the coffee table that seemed to be bouncing up and down. “oh my fucking god.” he talked to himself. really, what was happening ? you stared the boy up and down, taking in his sheer top and the beautiful carve of abs under it. he collapsed on the sofa right in front of you, in a clear daze and it didn’t seem like he was even aware of himself.

“where’s yunho ?” you questioned him. you knew his three friends quite well. san, yunho and hongjoong all returned to you constantly, always under the influence, reckless and shamelessly willing to get their dicks sucked. each boy praising you each time and each one embarrassingly submissive. “i don’t...know.” he responded after like three minutes of just intense staring. he was handsome, just like his other friends. there was no doubt that this entire friend group had genes of greek gods.

“did you sign the contract earlier ? about having sex under the influence ? we discussed it over the phone too.” you quipped. it wasn’t that you wanted to get him over with. it was more so that you wanted to get under his shameless, sheer clothing. “yeah..” he said. you rolled your eyes, slightly wishing that he would’ve been a slight bit more responsive rather than hyperfocusing on the leg of the table in front of him.

“give me your attention, wooyoung.” you whispered to him, slowly sitting on his lap. his face quickly perked up at you, taking in your features. he leaned forward tilting his head like he was gonna kiss you, but instead he opted for slumping his face into your neck. his hands wrapped around your waist and brought you closer to his throbbing dick. “show me. show me what’s so special about you. show me why my friends rave on about you so much.”

you leaned into him, kissing his shoulders and slowly stripping him of his outfit. first to come off was the jean jacket, then the sheer top. you paused to kiss and nip at his body. his chest fell and rose rapidly. “so.. so pretty.” he whined. his lips spread over his teeth, showing off his pearly teeth. “please, please don't stop.” he croaked. his senses were heightened and his temperature risened. “you feel so fucking good on me, darling.” his praises kept you going and they continued to fuel you when you were in between his legs, desperately pulling at his belt.

you pulled his hard, leaking dick out. it was dripping and his grey boxers were stained with his own precum. “such a dirty boy for me, right woo ?” he moaned in agreement, not responding in any actual words as you pumped his dick. his mouth was open and he stared up at the ceiling, seeing rainbows and other bullshit you couldn’t imagine. the walls surrounding him were opening and closing and he couldn’t feel anything but the lithe fingers on his cock pumping and squeezing at his base.

he hissed at the feeling of your lips enveloping his dick. kissing at his tip before taking him in further. “f-fuck.. y/n please.” he moaned. “please don’t fucking tease.” he begged. tears seeped from his eyes. his eyebrows furrowed and his dick throbbed harder. “such an emotional little baby, hm ?” you said. he nodded, not having it in him to fight your claims. “such a bitchy baby for you, please.” he cried. you worked your mouth over his dick faster, looking up at him with puppy doe eyes. he was still staring at the ceiling so you suctioned your lips around his dick, sucking him off harder than before.

wooyoungs breath hitched in his throat. “‘f-fuck-” he breathed. his moans were light and airy and on the border of being whiney. “look at me, baby.” you said firmly. he looked at you almost immediately, as if he was gonna miss the sight of your plump lips fixed around his pretty dick. his chest rose faster than before. the temperature increased and all wooyoung could focus on was the flashing lights around him. the purples, the pinks and the small smiles you dropped while sucking him off. he was groaning in overstimulation, unsure if he had actually even come or not. it already felt so good.

you worked your hands up to his balls, cradling them in your hands gently and that seemed to be wooyoung pandora box, because he came right in your mouth. he was messy, and unsure. his moans were loud and whiny. “fuck- so good. so good to me.” you whined. “touch me more, please.” he begged. so you continued, sucking his torso. writing your name on his chest with love marks. “you’re mine for tonight, right?” he asked. his voice was soft and his eyes full of tears. “ ‘m yours, baby. all yours.” you groaned back.

“please- please fuck me. wanna be inside you so bad. wanna be your good boy.” he whined. so you let him take his pretty hands and pull you up over his waist. your skirt was bunched up to the side, and his cock pierced your dripping cunt. he hissed in pleasure, moaning about how good it felt. wooyoung’s heart was going into overdrive. the excessive feeling of your cunt pulsing around his cock and the temperature in the room only made things difficult for him.

he felt you sliding up and down and honestly, that’s when he stopped paying attention. his eyes crossed over as his mouth fell open in a silent moan. you leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, wrapping your hands around his throat to bring him closer. “so fucking pretty.” you cooed back.

he nodded, dumbly. “good..good boy..” he whispered. “your good boy.” his dick twitched as he came again onto the condom you had placed on him after sucking him off. “yes, you are my good boy.” you giggled back. he was cute. cute and still rock fucking hard, so obviously the only way to solve that was to make him cum as many times as you could. after all, he was the drugged up birthday boy.

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[kellinrk800]

my thoughts on episode 11 of wonder egg priority

tw// neglect, possible abuse, murder, human experimentation

holy SHIT is there a lot to unpack.

first of all, everyone except ai and neiru have now experienced the truth of what happens when you complete the total amount of people to save. at the end of episode ten we saw momoe’s breakdown and panic’s death and at the beginning today’s episode we saw rika find out and mannen’s death. (i previously wrote that neiru and pinky had experienced it but after someone kindly let me know after a rewatch that it was in fact momoe, not neiru. sorry for the error)

however, ai is now the only one who knows about frill and what happened to her. speaking of, there are a RIDICULOUS amount of parallels between the two. i’ll be reblogging some posts that explain it a lot better than i ever could right after i post this.

what i really want to focus on is frill. despite her fairly questionable and downright evil actions, i can’t help but feel a shred of pity for her.

born out of quite literal boredom and under strict surveillance, she was almost destined to be unloved. she was not made to be a human, but simply something for acca and ura acca to love. in the way you might buy a doll for a small child. their mistake was adding such severe jealousy and stubbornness to something they had created to be perfection.

stuck at the age of 14 permanently, it’s no surprise her mental state was damaged. imagine the jealousy, the intense emotions, everything you go through at that age.

she is at least somewhat aware that she is artificial intelligence considering how open those who are around her seem to be about it. however, she does not seem to be keen on accepting it or believing it. after all, she is not programmed to. she is programmed to sense things in the way a human would. and that opens a whole world of other doors about how anyone could be an ai and not know it but i doubt wonder egg priority would get that meta this close to the end.

time to tie up all these loose ends. around midway through the episode we are introduced to a love interest (who i have forgotten the name of, apologies) who causes a split in acca and ura acca’s relationship (marriage), and she soon becomes pregnant with a child. a human child.

frill was programmed to be able to understand her parents in the way a daughter would. she begins to taunt ura acca about his husband cheating on him with the woman he loves and once she finally finds out that the baby is a girl, she decides to kill the mother.

the motivation behind frill’s mental deterioration is slowly becoming clearer and clearer. i strongly suspect that she felt she was being replaced with a human child and realised the inherent inferiority she was going to have once the child was born, and became overcome with jealousy. not only would she now have to take on the role to be a big sister (which she was not programmed to accept or do. she was programmed to be stubborn and jealous in the way a 14 year old girl would be) but she would lose the ability she had to be perceived as a human daughter by the parents who raised her.

imagine being created for the sole purpose of being the perfect daughter for somebody to love, and then being replaced. i am by no means excusing murder, but it’s hard not to see her motivation.

as punishment and as relief of acca’s grief, frill was then locked away with nothing but her ai machinery for anywhere between 12 and 15 years*.

enter himari, the child that survived despite frill’s attempt at murder of both mother and child. she is described as having “saved” ura acca and acca from their state after the mother’s murder and the abandonment of their artificial daughter. when we see her able to talk, she is shown asking ura acca to marry her once she is older to make up for the pain of the loss of her mother. she is stated as being in junior high at the time (*my timespan reasoning for the time frill was locked away). while this scene made me greatly uncomfortable, it might be to show frill’s impact and influence on himari. if they had come into contact, frill would arguably do anything in her power to gain back control of her parents.

perhaps himari asked this purposefully to anger frill, which is supported further by the fact himari was found dead (cause of death suicide) the night later.

suicide. what’s the entire theme OF the eggs? i don’t know about you but i can hear lightbulbs beginning to flicker.

ura acca and acca began research into girls suicides at that age, and found a steady surge around the same time as himari’s death.

acca and ura acca are trying to bring back himari, possibly their wife, and maybe, maybe just maybe frill as well. i think that is the real purpose of the wonder egg project.

we also finally have our answer as to why girls and boys suicides are different with wonder eggs! acca and ura acca are indeed sexists, just not about suicide.

i’ll let you do the rest of the theorising.

now for the loose ends that i don’t think can be tied up.

why are hyphen and dot named after punctuation? is their goal to bring frill back to life?

what was neiru’s family’s involvement in the wonder eggs? in fact, where is neiru?

is frill alive or dead? is there even a way to distinguish with someone in her state?

what happened to acca and ura acca to make them.. well, to make them like that? last i checked, turning into mannequins isn’t a symptom of grief. are they even alive?

MOMOE. WHERE THE FUCK IS MOMOE. GIVE ME MOMOE OR GIVE ME DEATH.

there are a shit ton of new, unspecified entities we’re learning about. what actually are hyphen and dot? are they AIs like frill? perhaps not fully formed? and thanatos and eros?

where do the girls go once they’ve been freed? is “freed” even the right term?

what did mr sawaki say to ai about koito? why did koito die? is mr sawaki going to have a bigger role than a consistently fucking annoying red herring after all?

rika’s father? why have that as a big factor in an episode conflict if it’s never going to be addressed again?

the sketchy lesbian representation compared to the consistent positive trans ftm and gay representation? why have the only canonically wlw character be a product of a harmful stereotype after treating everything else so respectfully?

and most importantly, how the FUCK is this going to get cleared up in one episode?

i don’t even think that’s possible. if it is, i’m really disappointed. after consistent excellent pacing, writing, storytelling, and everything else, cramming everything into the last couple of episodes is just cheap and annoying. if i wanted to drone on for an entire series before an explosion of poor plot points for shock factor, i’d just go watch the second season of the promised neverland (/hj).

the only somewhat reasonable explanation would be a second season, but it is a terrible media decision and i can’t imagine much, if any, good coming from it.

in conclusion, what the fuck. how the hell is this going to salvage itself in one episode?

also i wrote this entire thing while on my sleep meds. if there’s logical, grammatical, spelling or just general errors i apologise and i’ll fix them when i’m not half conscious.

[harryspet]

sweet sister | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x innocent reader, reader is extremely innocent, manipulation, male/female masturbation, somnophilia, stepcest, hj, vaginal sex but not really? 

A/N: This is based off a request I got for a innocent reader where Peter teachers her about sex. Reader is 18 and Peter is around 21. DARK THEMES SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which you’re May and Happy’s foster kid and Peter takes advantage of your innocence. 

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You came home from school like it was a normal day. Walking up the steps to your family’s brownstone, clad in your school uniform, and loud music blaring in your headphones, “May!” You shouted too loudly, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, “Did my package come?”

You stopped in your tracks as you saw three figures standing in the living room. Happy, May, and … some kid you didn’t know. Your eyebrows raised in confusion at the young man standing with your foster parents. 

“Y/N, this is my son Peter!” May smiled, trying not to be awkward. She approached you, urging you forward. Now you recognized him and your eyes widened because of how easily you missed it. He was in all the photos on the mantle but, now, he looked a bit older. 

You were not what Peter expected, at all. By May’s description of you, he thought you might be a middle schooler. His eyes trailed over you, the way you filled out your uniform … Peter snapped out of it, moving forward to hold out his hand to you.

“Hi, I’m-” Interrupting him and surprising him at the same time, you went in for a hug. Peter hesitated for a moment before hugging you back. You noticed he had a strong grip. 

“She’s a hugger,” You heard May whisper. 

You pulled away and offered your hand for him to shake. He took it, smiling, but still a little confused by the long greeting, “I’m Y/N. You look just like May! I mean, you’re very pretty like her.” Happy always went on about how pretty May was and you always agreed. 

You watched as his cheeks reddened. Was it something you said? ''Thank you very much, I haven’t heard that one before.”

You looked back at May who seemed to improve the interaction. You smiled, worrying that you had made him nervous, “Peter finally has a break from his busy schedule to come see us. He’ll be here with us for at least a week. May and I thought this would be a good time for you two to get to know each other.” 

May had taken you in two years ago but this was the first time you were officially meeting Peter. He was always halfway around the world fighting crime and could only stop at May’s work every once and awhile. You never thought you’d ever have a full family like all the people on the television did. 

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” You heard Peter say and your heart did a little backflip. Your very own big brother.  “What’s this about a package?” 

“Oh,” Your face fell, “Uhm, they’re just books.”

Peter gave you a look of inquiry, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “You like to read? What kind of books?”

You opened your mouth to make up some excuse but Happy interrupted you, “I put your package on your bed, sweetheart. Why don’t you show Peter his new room?” Right, you had taken Peter’s old room. 

“Okay!” You perked back up, glad the subject of books was over, “Follow me, big brother!”

That was easy, Peter thought. She didn’t seem to give a second thought about accepting him which was endearing but scared Peter to a certain extent. How trusting was she exactly? May had warned him that she was a little eccentric … and a little emotional. 

Peter tried to keep his focus up as he followed you up the stairs. A part of him was a little let down that you were wearing shorts beneath your plaid skirt. 

“May says you have like a sixth sense. And that you can sense when danger is near. She talks about you a lot, you know? You call it a Peter tingle, right? I thought that was a really cute name but I’m not supposed to bring it up around you apparently-” You were rambling, as usual, and had passed your bedroom but you noticed that Peter wasn’t following you anymore. 

“You made it pink,” You heard Peter say as he peeked into your room. He adjusted the black backpack on his shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice his muscles. He was like the boys you read about in your books but … he was technically your stepbrother. 

You walked toward him, “May said I could decorate it how I wanted. Do you hate it? You hate it, don’t you? I’m really sorry. It’s just that it’s my favorite color and-”

“No way, I like it!” He quickly assured you, not wanting to see what happened when you finally ran out of air. Peter walked inside and you followed him. There was no twin bed anymore but a regular-sized bed with a white canopy. 

There was a pile of stuffed animals in the corner that Peter noted, “You have a lot of stuffed animals …”

“Those are the ones they give you in family court,” You explained to him before pointing over to your bed, “I keep the ones Happy and May give me on the bed, those are my favorite.”

“I see,” You spoke so casually about being in family court that it made Peter wonder what your story was. There were at least ten stuffed animals there, “Which one’s your favorite?”

You liked that question, smiling wide, as you walked over to your bed. Peter watched you carefully as you bent over to grab a gray penguin, “I like penguins a lot. My first Christmas here, May got me this and a penguin puzzle. I’ve done it a million times now but we could put it together if you wanted.”

“I can’t imagine anything better, Y/N.”

You were going to be very fun to get to know, Peter thought. 

+

The family had gone out to dinner that night and had been the rest of the evening putting together a hundred piece, penguin puzzle. It was one of the best days of your life and, as you expected, having a family was wonderful. Having Peter was just an extra bonus. You wished he didn’t have to leave. 

The next day, as you walked down the steps that lead from your school, you didn’t expect to find Peter waiting for you. You ran up to him and hugged him, of course, and you savored the moment when his strong arms were around you. Some girls you didn’t know gasped and practically swooned as they watched you two. 

“I have strict orders to take you straight home so you can start right away on your homework,” You frowned until Peter continued, “But I think we should stop for ice cream.”

You were practically bouncing with excitement as Peter grabbed your hand and lead you down the street. 

At the small parlor, you licked at a cone of chocolate ice cream while Peter stuck his spoon into his ice cream sundae. Peter’s eyes wandered over to your mouth, imagining your wrap your lips around his-

“You never said what you liked to read, Y/N.”

You blushed, your nose wrinkling, as the embarrassment filled you, “It’s silly … you don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do,” Peter insisted, “I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”

You took a breath, “They’re … they’re romance novels. It’s a series one of my friends at school told me about. She thinks I’m too … too babyish. Apparently, there are scenes in it ... “

“Scenes like what?” You blushed even more. 

“Bad scenes,” you whispered and Peter pretended to think the subject was taboo, “She wants me to learn about … dirty stuff. These guys are taking us to prom and she wants … she wants us to have our ‘first times’ together. I don’t even know what that means! But I can’t tell her that or she’ll think I’m even weirder than I already am to her.”

Buried treasure. Peter had stumbled upon pure gold.

“Y/N, you’re talking about sex?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Sex?” You spoke the word like it was completely foreign on your tongue, “I think that’s it. Sounds gross, right?”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s kinda gross if you think about it too deeply but it’s not meant to be gross. It’s not as scary as you think. It’s quite beautiful, actually.”

Her eyes went wide, “You’ve done it a bunch, haven’t you?”

Peter shrugged, “A few times but only with special people. If the guy who’s taking you to prom isn’t special then you definitely shouldn’t give him your first time.” Peter would have to do some research on this guy and make sure he didn’t even think about coming near her. 

You looked solemnly at your melting ice cream, “I must be a total weirdo then …”

“You’re not, Y/N, trust me. Eighteen is still young.”

You leaned forward, whispering, “I haven’t even kissed anyone, Peter. People do that in middle school.”

Peter leaned forward next, entrancing you with his eyes, “Do you really want to get some experience? Because … I could help you. I’m probably better than those trashy books.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Do brothers and sisters normally talk about stuff like this?”

“Don’t you want to be friends too?” You instantly nodded, “Then I can help you out, as a brother and a friend. But if you want to read your books-”

“No, no, you can teach me!”

And you easily stepped into his trap. 

+

That night, Peter slipped out of his room clad in his pajamas. Your door slowly creaked open and you sat up in your bed. You rubbed the tired from your eyes as Peter peaked in, “My room is freezing … and I can hear Happy snoring through the walls.”

You pulled back your comforter, patting the spot next to you, “You can sleep in here with me,” Peter entered all the way before slowly shutting the door. 

“Really? I can sleep on the floor …” 

You shook your head, “It’ll be like a sleepover.”

Peter moved in the darkness, climbing in beside you. You pulled the covers over him and you both lay down. Peter watched as you turned over before tiredly murmuring, “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Peter waited a good hour before moving closer to you. In a slow movement, he had pressed himself against you, taking in the scent of your hair, as he admired the lines of your body. It was a risk but he touched your waist, his hands trailing over to your stomach. He felt the soft skin of your back as well before reaching into his pants. 

He touched himself to the thought of you and he almost panicked as you moved. You turned to your other side, not facing him. Watching your sleeping face sent Peter over the edge and he muffled his grunts with a pillow. 

He wasn’t in your bed when you awoke the next morning. 

+

Happy had surprised May with a romantic dinner that night so Peter and you were left alone that evening. You were brushing your teeth in your jack and jill bathroom when Peter walked in suddenly. You looked over to see him only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. 

You blushed, looking back at the mirror before spitting out the foam in your mouth. He stalked closer to you and you noticed something different in the look in his eyes, “I was thinking something, Y/N, about what you told me at the ice cream shop.”

You put away your toothbrush, turning off the sink before wiping your mouth with a hand towel, “I thought you had forgotten …” 

Peter smirked, “Far from it, actually. I was thinking about how you said you want more experience. With kissing boys and things like that, right?”

You nodded slowly, growing nervous. 

“I think the first thing you should learn is how to pleasure yourself before you learn about pleasuring someone else,” He held your hand, rubbing soothing circles into your palm. 

“Pleasure?”

Peter nodded, “Sex is all about pleasure,” Peter held your hand it slowly brought it against his crotch. You felt something hard and flinched away, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” 

It was such a weird feeling. Only recently had you learned that boys and girls even had different parts. 

“Right here is where guys can feel pleasure,” Then Peter reached out to touch you. Through the fabric of pajama pants, you could feel his fingers brush against your folds, “This is where girl’s feel pleasure. Let me show you.”

He assured you that everything was going to be okay as he slid down your shorts. Before you could step out of them, Peter swiftly lifted you onto the counter and you yelped at the sudden movement. 

He took your hand and pressed your fingers against your crotch. He tried to guide you as best as he could, standing between your spread legs, “Oh my stars …” You breathed out, savoring the foreign new feeling. You wanted to run away from it and run to it at the same time. You looked at Peter with frightened eyes as he slowly moved his hands away.

“That’s it, good girl, keep rubbing,” He praised you, loving the sight of you discovering your own body. You kept going, rubbing circles over that sensitive area through your light pink panties. You leaned back, lifting a leg on the counter, so you could get a better angle.

“Is this good Peter?”

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Doesn’t that feel good?”

You nodded, practically whimpering. You looked at Peter differently than before, you didn’t see the boy you saw before. You thought about how handsome he was and how sweet he’s been to you all week. You felt the wetness growing beneath your legs and you blushed as you look down, “Peter, I-I  think I’m peeing …”

Peter gave you an amused smile, “That just means that you like it, Y/N. That you’re aroused,” Peter grabbed your hand and moved it away from your crotch. You found yourself missing the feeling and you watched as he slid off his pants and underwear. The sight of his manhood felt foreign but aroused you at the same time. 

Peter slowly palmed his manhood as he leaned into you. You practically froze as his lips touched yours. He didn’t even have to speak because as he slowly left soft pecks on your lips, you started to lean back into him. Your hands touched his neck as you started to move your lips against his. You liked it … No, you loved it, “Your lips feel squishy,” You gushed and Peter laughed, turning his head as the kiss became more passionate. 

You let your leg fall back over the counter and, as it did, Peter slowly slid off your underwear. Then suddenly, he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into your room. He sat on your bed, leading you to straddle him. 

“I want to try something,” Peter said before pecking your lips again. 

You were all in. 

He laid back on your bed, and you sat on his legs, “Touch my cock,” You thought the word was silly but you could tell what he meant. It felt harder than you expected and as you gripped it on your hand, a guttural moan exploded from Peter, “Spit on it.”

“Peter-”

“It’s okay, it’ll feel better that way,” He tried to assure you and you hesitated before pulling your hair back. The trail of spit fell onto his member and you felt gross for a moment until you saw his reaction. 

That sound he was making you even wetter. 

Peter grabbed your legs, pulling you up more until your private parts were positioned right over his, “I want you to rub yourself against me, can you do that?” Peter asked. With all his fantasies coming true, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. 

You nodded. You held onto Peter’s chest as you slowly dragged your private parts against his. His cock was pressed against his stomach and your lips moved up and down his length. You felt it then. That pleasure and his pleasure mixing. You kept going, starting to feel something building up in your core. 

You bit down on your lips, liking the feeling of when his tip rubbed against your sensitive bulb. Your wetness acting as even more lubrication, you thought you were making quite the mess but Peter didn’t seem to mind. 

You moved faster, Peter’s groans encouraging you and your curiosity of that thing building up inside you kept you going. Your toes curled as you got the feeling of a waterfall rushing off a cliff. Your mind went blank for a moment and your body shook as that damn finally broke. 

You moaned, riding out the feeling and that's' when you felt Peter convulsing. You felt his cock twitch as white spilled from the tip of his member and onto his stomach. Peter’s head rested all the way back and you couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you had both reached your tipping points. 

“Well, was that it? Did I do sex?”

“Sort of,” Peter said, completely out of breath. The eagerness in your eyes wasn’t something he expected, “You have a lot more to learn, Y/N.”

“Then can we do it again, Peter?”

+

Hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to check out my masterlist for more Peter fics! There is a short sequel to this! 

PART TWO

[mishkakagehishka]

hiya korka!!! how are you doing today?

anyway, since you reblogged that thing asking about questions... how about why valkyrie are your favorite unit? or some of your favorite things about your culture/the country you live in if you're willing to share~? (i'm so curious and you talk about it a lot!!)

WE GOT ANOTHER ONE (interested in the culture) LADS /lh

Okay but wait hiiiii!! I'm doing quite well, resting up😌 I hope you're still fine, too!

Firstly, Valkyrie. Valkyrie. [Screams] okay, to understand why I love Valkyrie, you need to understand me on a molecular level. Not really, just some key facts - n°1 I am unfortunately very into steampunk, have been for ages, it's peak aesthetics to me. Victorian era in general, too, but specifically, like, the 1860s and 70s and 80s were a blessing for western european fashion, and you cannot change my mind. I love crinolines and bustles and corsets and I want them back soooo bad. But then steampunk is like. Personally, I think industrialisation was a mistake (/hj), but steampunk aesthetics? The bronze, the cogs, the goggles, the clocks, the myriad of belts? Yeah. Go off. N°2 so my music taste is questionable, a singular "kpop" band, videogame soundtracks and anime rappers, mostly. But the one thing I'm willing to call my taste superior over is the fact that I love chamber pop and adore baroque and classicism especially.

And when my friend showed me Valkyrie, who do (livelier - very, yes i'll say this again, baroque of them) chamber pop with steampunk aesthetics, what was I supposed to do? Not install Ensemble Stars then and there? But! I could have just been a ValkyrieP without being a Shu and MikaP so I'll also say why I'm a ValkyrieP both as in "I have all of their songs downloaded on my phone" and "I'm tempted to throw my actual irl money at happyele if it's to get Shu or Mika cards". But if I said all the reasons, we'd be here until tomorrow, so I'll keep it brief: I fucking love well-written conflict and a satisfactory conclusion to a story. Granted, enstars is ongoing, but I'm mainly talking ab their growth during ! here. The contrast between early ! and early !! ... it's like. It makes me want to send flowers and chocolates to Akira, because the character development is immaculate, makes sense, it's well-written, and well-paced. Like, it takes a while, and they're still not quite "there" yet, but you can taste and feel the progress. It makes you want to root for them imo bc you see how much they've already done.

Is this already getting too long? Maybe. ANYWAY I recognise you put "or" between the two, but guess what, I'm gonna tell you about a proposal tradition that I've been going insane about for a month now. Nobody does it anymore (but I better be proposed to that way or I'm rejecting smh), but like. So, in Croatian, "engaged" is hard to literally translate. Zaručiti, can be separated into za and ručiti, and ručiti comes from ruke. Za ruke (and zaruke means "engagement"), would mean "hands" but you gotta use a verb. As in, "hold hands" or "take [someone's] hands" - držati za ruke, uzeti za ruke. I always thought this was metaphorical, like, taking your s/o's hands as a symbol of going into life together. Anyway. In ye olden times, proposing would be like. The couple literally joins hands and pledges love to one another (which used to be the marriage rite itself), and the girl gets gifted an apple, money and/or a ring. And then gets spun around in the direction of the Sun, which I thought was hilarious, but also cute. The old wedding traditions are cute, too (personal fave: best man has to tie the couple together with rope), but modern weddings are more like drink and party until you see the Sun, and then some more.

[the-gay-prometheus]

Frankenstein AU Segment - “Home Again”

Ok fun fact: I’ve been working on a segment for about two weeks now.

Second fun fact: This is not that segment, but instead something I wrote entirely spur of the moment in the timespan of about 1 hour total.

It’s extremely self indulgent, I’ll be honest. From writing an entire big useless paragraph of Henry horseback riding because I’ve been missing horseback riding and horse related things all day, to the entire actual context of this segment being... well... being what I wish I could have through my transition. If anybody wants to be my Henry and support me unconditionally as I go through my own transition that would be greatly appreciated jhebdjdfhbvjhdvbfv /hj

Anyways- So! This is something totally different than all of the other ones I’ve written so far, because it takes place quite a bit before Victor even goes to Ingolstadt - in fact, it takes place before he even chooses the name Victor! That means you’ll see a character named “Em” (who Henry recognizes as “Emily” at first) - and that character is young Victor!

TW: Mention of blood - absolutely harmless in context, but it is mentioned so it’s worth a tw. Otherwise this is a very generally wholesome segment (other than a small argument between Henry and his dad).

As always, likes, reblogs, and comments of any kind are greatly appreciated!

“Henry! It’s nearly time for supper!”

“I’ll be right in, father!” From a leisurely walk through the green pastures of his home, Henry urged his red roan mare into one final canter across the field. In the golden light of the slowly setting sun, her mane, tail, and the feathering of her hooves flashed like threads of shimmering copper as Henry’s own vibrant auburn hair flew behind him whipping like fire in the breeze.  His hazel eyes set their sights on the stables beyond, and he tapped his heels once more against the mare’s sides, pushing her into a swift gallop. Enthralled by the rush of the wind against his freckled skin, Henry let go of the reins and extended his arms outward. He felt the air pass through his fingers and he imagined instead that they were the feathers of great wings catching the current and soaring through the sky. Though it lasted only a moment, his heart pounded with joy within his chest, still so full of adrenaline even as they approached the gate that led out from the pasture and to the stable. He dropped his hands back to the reins, pulling back gently until his mount slowed her pace back to a walk. Both human and horse panted, the mare chewing idly on her bit as Henry hopped out of the saddle and pulled the reins over her head. He led her into the stable, humming a happy tune to himself with a skip in his step. Grabbing her halter from its hook, he took her into her stall, unbuckling and removing her bridle before replacing it with the halter and tying her to the rope that hung from the wall inside. She stood quietly, each breath sending up gentle plumes of dust that glittered in the light which filtered through the stall window. 

After removing her saddle, he began brushing her patchy roaned coat. Ordinarily she was a steady, quiet mare, but Henry noticed that she kept twisting her ears toward the stall which was used for hay storage. Every now and then she would lift her head and flare her nostrils, turning toward the direction her ears were trained upon. “Do you hear something over there, girl?” Henry asked softly, watching her inquisitively. Nearly as soon as he said it, there was a soft thud from that same location, which caused him to jump and the mare to utter a low nicker. Henry pat her neck gently and cautiously stepped out of the stall, staring down the hall toward the source of the sound. “Hello?” There was a rustle within the hay, then another soft thud - followed by a quiet voice that Henry couldn’t make out what it was saying. Instinctively he grabbed a pitchfork that leaned up against the wall, pointing it toward the stall defensively. “Who’s there?” Then came a cough, more rustling of hay, and then - a small, thin figure with short, messy hair stumbled out into the hallway, promptly tripping over their own feet and falling to the ground. Henry gave the person an odd look and turned the pitchfork upright, resting on it like a walking stick. “Can I… help you?” he asked curiously, confused as to why some stranger was hiding in the hay. The stranger struggled to push themself up, and in the dim light Henry’s eyes widened as he beheld the stranger was covered in dirt and… blood? As they lifted their face, Henry suddenly dropped the pitchfork to the ground in shock. “Emily?! Is that- is it really you?” he breathed, rushing to the figure and kneeling down. Surely enough, the stranger smiled up at him with kind brown eyes.

“Oh hi, Henry,” they managed to croak - before promptly collapsing unconscious.

When Em’s eyes fluttered back open, the first thing he saw was Henry standing over him, a look of worry on his face as he gently rubbed at his dirty skin with a damp towel. He gave the ginger haired boy an odd look. “Uh… Henry?” 

“Good lord thank goodness you’re awake!” Henry exclaimed. Em blinked at him.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Hold still - I’m trying to figure out where all this blood came from!” Em couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

“Henry. Henry-” He reached out and gently grabbed his arm. “It’s not my blood.” Henry stared, then gave him a curious look, and slowly set the cloth down.

“Oh thank goodness,” he breathed with relief. There was a pause, then his curious expression returned to one of concern. “Whose blood is it?”

“Cadaver,” Em replied simply, turning away and coughing into his shoulder. “It’s a long story.” Henry stared a moment longer, then smiled.

“Well I can’t wait to hear it.” Em smiled in return, but his smile quickly faded when a muffled voice called from somewhere outside. Henry glanced up. “I’ll- I’ll be right back. Father wants me in for supper.” Em nodded. “Don’t go anywhere!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Clerval.” 

Henry sat anxiously at the table, fidgeting with the silverware and wishing he could be back in the stable with Emily. Secretly stuffed into his pocket were a few pieces of bread he intended to smuggle to his dear friend, while the food on his own plate went relatively untouched. His father sat at the head of the table, his mother directly across from him, and as usual there was awkward silence between them. “So. Henry,” his father began, breaking the silence. Henry sank in his chair, wishing he wasn’t being spoken to at the moment. “Have you decided?” Henry glanced up to him.

“Decided? Decided on what?”

“Is that not what you were doing out there? You said that you would be able to think of which trade you want to pursue better while on horseback.” Henry sheepishly looked away.

“Oh. Right. I… yes. I was thinking about it,” he answered at a length. “Definitely was thinking about that.”

“And?” He could feel his father’s gaze on him, and he shrunk down further in his chair.

“And… I still haven’t figured it out yet?” His father sighed heavily, his fork clattering onto his plate as he pressed his head into his palms.

“Henry, you’re a young man now. You need to start taking your future seriously!” he exclaimed, exasperated.

“I’ve got time! Besides, I have an idea of what I want to do but-”

“Please don’t say ‘travel the world and write stories,’” His father cut him off, mentioning his goals mockingly. Henry frowned.

“That is exactly what I want to do. Yes.”

“Traveling and story writing don’t pay, Henry!”

“Yes they do!”

“Not enough they don’t! We have talked about this before Henry - either you take up the family business or you take up a different trade. There is no other option!”

“I have plenty of options! Just let me go to university!”

“Absolutely not, Henry.” Henry groaned, putting his forehead on the table.

“Why can’t you just let me do what I know I’m meant to do?” he grumbled.

“Because this family has a reputation to keep, and you are the only one to keep it!” his father exclaimed. Henry glanced up at his mother, but she simply stayed silent. He groaned louder and looked back at his father.

“Permission to be excused?” he muttered.

“Yes but-”

“Perfect. Thank you. I’ll be back later.” With that, Henry stood and hurried out of the dining room, leaving his father to shout something after him - though his mind was too preoccupied to hear what it was he said.

“Emily?” Henry called out in a quiet whisper as he reentered the stable, lit lamp in hand. He glanced around, waiting for a response, then called out again. “Emily?!” When no response came, he ran to the hay stall to find his friend still lying on the hay, still as stone with his eyes closed. Henry stared at him a moment longer. “...Emily?” Still no response. In the dark, he couldn’t see the rise and fall of his chest, and he grew frightened. He reached out, grabbing his arm and shaking it. “Emily!”

“Good god Clerval!” Em suddenly exclaimed with a gasp, jumping awake. Henry let out a sigh of relief as he nearly fell back.

“Oh thank goodness you’re ok.”

“Of course I’m ok, Henry! I just spent months walking here from Paris on foot, I’m exhausted,” Em explained. Henry’s eyes widened.

“You got all the way to Paris?” Em thought for a moment, then smiled.

“I did.”

“What was it like?!” Henry exclaimed, his expression brightening. For a moment, Em was lost for words. He had forgotten how much he missed Henry, how much he missed the way his hazel eyes would light up and sparkle at the mention of anything that peaked his interest, how strands of his ginger hair would fall in wavy tangles over his freckled cheeks… he blinked the thoughts away, then grinned.

“It was horrible, disgusting, and absolutely wonderful. I hated it and loved it all at the same time.” Henry chuckled.

“Sounds like Paris to me.” He slowly sat down, turning and resting his back against the hay bales Em lay upon. “So what brought you back? Did things… not work out there?” Em shrugged.

“Things were ok for the most part. It was a rough life, but it was a lot of fun. I made friends, learned a lot about… well about a lot of things, I suppose. Never had a true home, but I felt home enough out there on the streets with the friends I had.” Henry felt a sudden pain in his chest at the sound of that, and he glanced down at the floor. “We got into some trouble though. ...More like I got into some trouble and unfortunately somebody else got partially blamed for it. And then, I guess, I realized I needed to come home.” He looked down at Henry. “Or at least to as much as a home as I’ve got.” Henry turned his gaze up to him and smiled slightly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here safe now.” Em nodded.

“Me too.” There was silence between them, Em tapping his fingers idly on the hay beneath him as he thought about his next words carefully. “But that’s… not the only reason I came back.” Henry turned his eyes back ahead.

“Oh?”

“Yes. See- there’s something I discovered-”

“Some scientific marvel?” Henry teased, grinning. Em smirked.

“Well yes, but no.” He hesitated, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s… I’m… I discovered something about myself.” More silence. “Henry I- … Henry I’m actually…” Em sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled harshly. “I discovered that I’m… a man.” Henry blinked, then looked up at him.

“Is that it?” Em shot his gaze down to him.

“What do you mean ‘is that it?’” Henry shrugged. “You’re not… you’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?”

“...I don’t know, most people seem to think it’s crazy- or weird or- unnatural- but it’s not! It’s-”

“Emily. You don’t need to justify yourself to me.” Em froze, staring down at him as he gazed back with a smile. “If you say that’s who you are, then it is who you are. Who am I to say otherwise? Who is anyone to say otherwise? You know yourself better than anyone else.” Henry’s smile suddenly faded as he realized there were tears dripping from Em’s eyes. “I- Was I supposed to be upset?” Em sniffled and let out an awkward laugh.

“No- no I’m just-” He paused, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I don’t know what I was expecting but… I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to be just so accepting.” Henry looked up at him with a sympathetic gaze.

“I’ll try not to be too offended by that,” he mused sarcastically. Em giggled and waved his hand dismissively.

“You know what I meant.” Henry nodded. “My point is… thank you. I couldn’t possibly ask for a better friend than you, Henry.”

“I do have one question, though.”

“Hm?” Em looked down at him, suddenly feeling himself fill with anxiety.

“What does this change? I mean… is there anything that’s different about you now?” Em breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well… for one thing, I’ve been going by just Em for a few years now.” Henry nodded, taking a mental note of that. “But I’m still trying to think of a better name for myself. Maybe… you could help me with that at some point?” Henry grinned.

“I’d be honored!”

“Excellent.” With great effort, Em started to sit upright, struggling to put his weight on his shaking arms. “There is… something else, though. Another reason why I came here.”

“Go on,” Henry encouraged, standing and hopping up onto the hay bale to give Em some support to sit upright. Em took a deep breath.

“This is going to sound crazy,” he began. “I need to… perform surgery.” He paused, and turned to look at Henry, who was staring at him blankly. “On myself.”

“Okay! When do we-” Henry began, until what Em had just said fully registered in his brain. “Wait, what?” Em grinned sheepishly.

“I need to perform surgery on myself,” he repeated, more confidently this time. Henry blinked.

“...That sounds incredibly dangerous. Is there something wrong with you? Why can’t you, I don’t know, get a real doctor to help you?” Em frowned.

“Well it’s nothing that’s wrong with me- it’s just…” He sighed. “I’m… I’ve grown up, I guess. And even though I never really felt weird in my body before, things started changing and suddenly it just… didn’t quite feel right anymore, if that makes any sense. Apparently it’s a common symptom of being… well… whatever I am. See- I had this friend, his name was René and he was… you know, the same as me. He used to tell me all the time how he wished there was a way to just get rid of the parts of himself that didn’t feel right, and- well you know me, Henry, when somebody says they wish something was possible, I have to find a way to make it possible.” Henry listened carefully, and nodded with a grin.

“That’s for sure.”

“Well… that’s when I decided I would try to figure it out - that way I could make it happen for him, and maybe even train him so he could do the same for me! Henry, we could’ve changed the world for countless others like us!” Henry blinked.

“...So why didn’t you?” Em suddenly went quiet, then exhaled softly.

“I knew it would take an awful lot of practice, and no doctor would ever reasonably let me apprentice under them for such an undertaking so… I may or may not have taken matters into my own hands.” Henry stared blankly. “Hence… cadavers. René helped me steal the tools I needed and aided me with breaking into the morgue every night so I could practice. All was going well, but it turns out people don’t seem to be overly keen on evidence being tampered with or bodies being ‘desecrated.’ So one night just as I finally got every part of my methods down correctly, we got caught. We both ran, but we had to split up and… I know René slipped but… I was too busy with my own pursuers to turn back for him.” He stared off into the distance, a suddenly sorrowful expression in his eyes. “I hope he’s ok… but it was then that I realized it would be unsafe for me to stay, and the only other person I could think of who could help me with such an undertaking as this… was you.” Henry’s eyes widened.

“Em I hardly think I’m qualified-”

“You don’t have to be! I can teach you. I’ll do most of the work, and you just have to do what I tell you, and everything should work out just fine.” Henry crossed his arms with a sigh. He thought it through, and although he wanted so badly to say no, the look of determination on Em’s face convinced him well enough that this was something his dear friend so desperately needed. 

“As long as you think we can pull it off, you know I’ll always be here to help,” he reassured him with a smile. Em grinned, suddenly lurching forward and embracing him in as tight a hug as he could muster. Henry sat stunned, his cheeks suddenly burning as he felt himself blush, but he nervously chuckled and wrapped his arms around Em in return, not realizing that Em’s own pale cheeks were turning bright pink, until both of them awkwardly released each other and sat there turned away from one another. “Well… I suppose I should be off to bed,” Henry muttered, still with a sheepish smile on his face. Em flopped back down onto the hay, resting his hands behind his head. “We can talk more in the morning and- oh!” Henry pulled out the bread he had smuggled from his pockets, and held it out to Em, who gladly snatched it and immediately began shoving it unceremoniously into his mouth. “Figured you were hungry so… heh. Anyways… I’ll see about bringing you breakfast tomorrow too, just like old times.” Em grinned up at him.

“Jus’ ‘ike o’ ‘imes,” he answered, mouth still full with bread. Henry hopped down from the hay bales, taking his lantern once again.

“I’m glad you came back, Em,” he mentioned, standing just outside the stall door. Em turned and glanced back at him, smiling brightly.

“I’m glad to be back. I missed you, Henry. Nothing is ever the same without you, you know.”

“Same to you, Em.” With that, Henry strode out and quietly closed the door behind him. As he started back toward the house, he paused, turning back toward the stable with a bittersweet gaze and a flutter in his chest. You have no idea just how much I missed you, he thought. But you’re here now, and that’s- that’s good enough for me. Filled with a sudden surge of energy, he jumped into the air with an exclamation of joy and ran back to the house, twirling and prancing as he ran until he was dizzy from the thrill. He paused at the door, panting, looking back toward the stable with a massive grin and a glimmer in his eyes. “Oh Em,” he breathed out loud, chest heaving as he caught his breath, “I can’t wait to see the person you become.”

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although your heart exploding sounds bad, i don’t think i want to say i’ll stop saying things that illicit that reaction, as long as it’s positive. im glad i made you smile, above all. as someone who collects little pieces of information, im happy to trade mine for yours, if you so wish. just ask, love.

it doesn’t surprise me that you have a sweet tooth, and i’ll admit, sweet things are nice, something about coffee just makes me want to consume it in its most biting form.

i understand the trying to go to bed and ending up awake at two am, in full honesty, these days, at two am, im combing through these letters, rereading every word you’ve gifted me. i also fall fault to daydreaming, indulging myself in a reality where i’m allowed to be and love who i want. living where and how i want. records and books and plants and cats, and some pretty girl, or nonbinary person, loving me for me.

i’m so happy you can see me like that, if i were to end up a teacher, that’s exactly what i want to be. how i want to be. the teacher kids go to, and like having, the class no one minds going to, the one that drains you the least. and yeah, so he found out i was in latin, and the charlie picture in my phone case tells anyone i like dead poets society so he, nicknamed me meeks. it doesn’t hurt that i wear glasses. i usually wrote around seven and a half, pushing as far as i possibly could. (and i completely understand, i hate confrontation, but i like being contradictory when i can. and i do.)

you and i, a collection of complements, huh? i mean, you are british, you’re practically henry already /hj

that dude was probably just intimidated by how hot i look in this outfit /j someone said i looked like i was in the mob, which frankly? huge compliment.

i lost it internally if it makes you feel any better, or any less confident in my ability to hold myself. i don’t know if she was joking or not.

as for the assignment, the conference is over the fast fashion industry, the immorality of it, the way it harms the environment, etc, and i’m representing egypt, which means that i’m in support of finding sustainable ways to fix the fashion industry, but because my economy is struggling a little bit, i still give into the fast fashion.

i understand the fear, i used to post headcanons and little fics, and shitpost every once in a while, but now my only tumblr contributions are these letters to you and reblogging a few posts from my dash.

and if it alleviates anything, i will never be sick or tired, or bored of you, or your blog. i understand worrying about silly things, i always get scared that when i tell people they have a cute outfit someday they’ll take it to mean that they don’t normally look cute. which they normally do, but i digress. i just want you to know i understand, and i’m here to try and assuage your worries.

sending you love, hugs, tea, and a poem by the poet of your choice, annotated in a pen of your favourite colour. all my love, bee<3

i wish you a good, restful sleep, a calming night, and sweet dreams, the sweetest dreams.

yours,

star✨

i could never feel anything but happiness and adoration towards these letters, star, i swear.

i too love collecting little bits of information, so if there's anything you'd like to share, i'd more than adore to hear about it. i'll tell you that my biggest comfort movie is fantastic mr fox, closely followed by it (2017) - don't ask - and i can basically speak both scripts word for word!

i'll admit i used to drink straight coffee during exams - for reasons unknown, i did more harm than good really. but something about your personality works with drinking black coffee, i don't know. it just fits you well.

i'm crying??? /pos. your letters and words also take up a lot of room in my mind, but you didn't hear it from me. i have so many daydreams, whether about stupid fictional universes, or just about the future i want/ i can totally relate to wanting records, plants, books, animals and a home with someone i love. i'm hoping we both get those <3

that's honestly so cool oh my god - one of the best nicknames to have if you ask me. maybe your neil kinnie will have to move over slightly to make way for a rising meeks kinnie /j. i love that - pushing stupid boundaries for the win! i was lucky that any subtle rebellion i did in school i managed to get away with, for the most part, but in year 11 i guess i just stopped caring as much, oops.

he definitely was, he was just jealous he couldn't look that hot in a suit and pull it off as great as you did /hj. jealousy is a disease, sir. mob!star au???

that sounds super interesting, oh my god! i love that whole topic, it sounds like it would be so good to really delve into and explore - i hope all goes well!!!

thank you so much star - your reassurance is always so so lovely and nice and never fails to make me feel better about myself/my worries. it genuinely means a lot. <3

i'm hoping today is as lovely as you, and the world treats you with softness and kindness. all my love, star <33

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i definitely like the format of tumblr better than twitter because you really have to dig to find if the op of a post responded to it with smth shitty... i have honestly given up on caring if i reblog from someone “problematic” like i am so old i’m just here to reblog pretty anime girls... but on twitter it’s all just there... 

like you scroll down a cute image thread titled “if you like rats open this thread! it’s safe i promise /srs” and see a reply at the end that’s like “if any proshippers rt i will kill them with my bare hands /hj” like.... yall really sit there and think “violence actually is the answer and i want everyone to know that”