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i-trash-about-things · 3 months

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a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!

Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)

Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve

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Third Time's The Charm.

Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.

School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!

His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!

Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.

But, one thing actually did change.

Eddie.

“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”

Speak of the devil.

Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?

And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.

Eddie wants something.

“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”

“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”

“Oh.”

A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.

“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”

“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”

“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”

“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”

“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”

He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.

“It’s about your sibling.”

“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”

“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”

If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.

“WHAT?!”

“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.

“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“That’s my sibling!”

“And my best friend! So??”

“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!

Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!

Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!

“Why?!”

“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”

“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.

“Chrissy… She’s…”

Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.

“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”

“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”

Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.

“Just keep going.”

“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”

It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.

“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”

“What?!”

“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.

“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”

“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”

“What does that has to do with anything?”

“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”

Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?

His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.

“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”

“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”

Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.

Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.

But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.

At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.

“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.

I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.

Check the supply closet closest to you.”

From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.

After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.

“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.

This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.

So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”

“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.

“Did you like it? Had any fun?”

“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”

“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.

“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”

After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.

“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”

They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.

Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.

“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”

Well that was smooth.

Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.

Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.

“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”

And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.

They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”

Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.

“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”

Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.

So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes!”

“SHHHHH!”

…

Today was… Weird.

Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.

I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.

It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.

“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”

I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.

“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”

He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.

“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”

All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.

Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.

He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.

“Hey, dude?”

“Hm.”

“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”

And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.

“Nope, just you.”

“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”

“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”

“Billy.”

“… Hmph.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.

“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”

Isn’t he sweet?

I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.

“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”

“Fuck off.”

“Pfft-”

The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.

Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.

The two types of siblings.

“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.

“Hello there, older sibling figure.”

… ok.

I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?

Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.

“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”

“… What???”

The hell’s going on?

Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.

“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”

From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.

Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”

And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.

What…. the hell.

As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.

After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.

“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).

This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!

Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.

Good luck.”

“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.

I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.

“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.

I look back down to the riddle.

“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.

“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?

“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.

A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”

…

Wait, the drama club?

Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.

The drama club, at D&D nights!

My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.

…

Not far…

“The bird has taken flight, over.”

“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”

…

How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!

There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.

I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.

I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.

“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)

All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”

-E.M.

“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.

Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.

I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.

…wait.

I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?

He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!

Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.

…

Well I just made myself sad.

A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.

The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…

And there’s no one here…?

“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”

When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–

“BOO– OW!”

“EDDIE?!”

My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.

“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”

“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”

“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”

“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”

“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.

What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.

“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”

“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”

“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”

“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”

“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.

Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.

‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’

And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.

…

I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.

My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.

I read the words, over and over again, shocked…

“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”

My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.

He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.

I feel starstruck.

Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.

“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”

He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.

“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”

My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.

“Yeah, I will.”

And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

taglist! @eddiesgirlforever @plk-18 thx for the support and the patience!! :D

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #HD&SC #god it took me SO LONG to write this!#six months!#jesus!#hopefully next part will be easier #although it will DEFINITELY be the longest but no spoilers #on other news #i edited this while high on cold medicine and in great pain from cramps #sorry if something doesn't make sense #eddie munson #trash's writing tag o/

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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✨🌸aaaaahhh!!! I saw you wrote for harry!!!✨🌸

✨🌸If it's not any trouble could you do harry and Michael (whichever is fine!)✨🌸

✨🌸How would they react to a s/o who's short? Like she climbs on counters to reach things?✨🌸

✨🌸And to give them little head pats she stand on her tip toes?✨🌸

✨🌸I thought it was a pretty cute idea! Thank you!✨🌸

HELLO!! tysm yes i absolutely can write this for u i ahve been WAITING for someone to request harry i love him sm 💗💗💗

i’ll do both harry and michael since i have sm love for them 😭💗

also i’m so so sorry it’s taken such a ridiculously long time to reach your request! I’ve had so much on and had 0 time but thank god it’s all slowed down now, honestly tysm for ur patience it means the world to me

TW: Reader is a girl, OG Michael is an asshole, implication of violence but not rlly dw

if any of this triggers u pls pls scroll and keep urself safe🤍

Harry and Michael with a Short!S/O (not poly) 🌷💗

Harry Warden

If I’m being honest I don’t think Harry wouldn’t really notice your height so much at first

Oh you’re shorter than him? okay??? most chicks are...????

Honestly the dude pays 0 notice to it at first, hes so used to towering over people it doesn’t catches his attention

He does, however, enjoy when you kiss him before work and you have to lean up and place your hands on his shoulders;)

He really notices when you start climbing on shit

He came home one night after an excruciatingly long day of mining, wanting nothing more than to eat something warm and flop down on bed with you

“Where’s dinner?”

“I’m just- in the process of- making- hold on.” You struggle out, as you try to reach for the spices Harry had so cruelly placed on the top shelf. In exasperation, you climb onto the counter and reach up for them again

The whole time he’s stood in the doorway, mask off, staring at you completely bewildered

“D’you, uh, need help?”

Starts lifting you up to reach things because he’s worried one day you’ll fall when he’s not home and hurt yourself badly

Plus he just likes the feeling of being taller and stronger

OG Michael Myers

Absolutely notices and takes pride in it.

You’re shorter than him? Good.

Likes to deliberately annoy you by placing things you need as high up as he can, so he can watch you struggle to get them.

Bastard man

Sometimes just to be mean he’ll stand directly behind you as you try to reach for whatever item he put just out of your reach.

Y’know, just to let you wallow in the fact you’re so tiny.

And so you’ll ask him to grab it for you, which he does, with a very big smirk hidden under his mask

Very much enjoys grabbing your waist and leaning you into him whenever you stand on your tip toes to kiss or touch him

Is quite annoyed when you begin climbing on counters to grab your bag hes placed on the top shelf, or using the broom to slide it towards you

Why aren’t you relying on him?

Just a very mean man tbh

RZ Michael Myers

Notices, and absolutely does not give a shit.

The man is 6’9, everyone he meets is smaller than him and you make absolutely no difference.

Until one day he hears you yelling for him from the living room

Making his way downstairs, he takes note of your annoyed expression, and cocks his head to one side

You point up the the car keys and ask if he can please pass them to you because you’ll be late for work.

Which is when it clicks. He borrowed your car, and forgot you usually leave the keys by the side of the door, and he’s placed them all the way on top of the coat rack for some reason.

Gives you a little kiss as an apology and then waits for you to leave for work.

So he can place everything high on the shelves and playfully watch you suffer when you come back from home

Is more than amused to see you climbing on top of the furniture to grab your purse

Will always stand behind you though to make sure you fall into his arms rather than the cold hard floor

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real-jane · 2 years

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my city, my partner

[bucky barnes x shield!reader]

summary: you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

words: 3.4k

warnings: none. mutual idiots pining, no use of y/n.

a/n: edinburgh is *my* favorite place in the whole world. thanks to @thornsnvultures for the prompt idea! her original suggestion was: Maybe a good ol fashioned "only one bed" trope? Ooh, or, Bucky surprises you with a weekend getaway to your dream destination cause he knows how hard you've been working and wants to treat you to something nice 🥺

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The corner of your phone makes contact with the linoleum tile and the screen shatters into a web-like pattern, which would be almost impressive if you weren’t trying to get ahold of your partner. Your smart watch taunts you from your wrist–drained of charge, and useless. God, nothing about this day could get worse. Not after ripping a hole in the thigh of your jeans before nine a.m, right after smacking yourself in the nose with a cabinet door, after the hot water in your unit went out mid-shower, after getting your feet twisted in your sheets and falling out of bed, following a night full of dreams which had you wondering if you were losing it.

Oh, certainly one of the worst days you’ve ever had.

For many reasons, not the least of which was standing in the rain, with a broken phone and soaked shoes, waiting for a cab. You have an old phone in your desk at home, to tide you over until you can get to the compound for a ‘full optimization’ of your device (aka begging Darlene in spec tech to believe you broke this one by accident). Your shoes will have to be tossed.

An hour later, you trudge into your modest apartment, soaked to the bone, and scream–

“Buck–WHAT THE HELL?” You jump back, knocking your hip into the doorknob, as your partner of two years flicks on the light in your living room. He chuckles, but he stands with a pitying look on his face.

“Sorry!” he winces. You thrust your wet coat into his hands in retaliation, and scoff.

“I hate when you do that!”

“Your phone is dead.” He gingerly throws your coat over the hook on the back of the door. “We gotta go. Wheels up in an hour–”

“Shit… I’ve had the worst day, and you’re gonna drag me on assignment before I can even sit down.”

He rubs your arm. “No rest on your day off, huh?”

“No. My fucking phone is broken. I was trying to call you, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Everything I do in life is for the sole purpose of inconveniencing you. Shall I pack your bag, or–” Bucky is in your bedroom before you can stop him, drawers thrown open– “This is gonna be a long one. Probably need all this, doll. Ooh–I knew you were a lace girl–”

“Hands off the knickers, Sergeant Inconvenience.” You slam your underwear drawer shut and shove yourself between him and the dresser. He does not move to accommodate you, which means you’re bracketed against a wall of muscle. He’s trimmed down since he started his work with Ops, but he’s still just as imposing. The grin? Not so much.

“Pick up the pace, we gotta get rolling!” Bucky insists, hands on his hips.

“Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell ya. Forecast says rain, so–”

“Wear the good boots. I know. I will never escape the fucking rain,” you sigh. You thump him on the shoulder. “You have horrible timing. I had a date with a glass of wine. I’m so exhausted! My pants are ripped–don’t you fuckin’ look!” You shove him squarely and he pretends to be moved, even as his eyes flicker downward like he’s searching for the rip in question. He sits at the end of your bed.

“You’re violent today.”

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Proving my point,” he smirks. “‘M sorry, doll. It’s a big job, or I’d be happy to let you wallow in a cheap cabernet.”

“You owe me.”

“At least your day ends with me?” he asks, with the innocent smile which got you very, very much into trouble on the night you met, some three years prior.

If he remembers that night, he has never let on, and you’re grateful he has moved past it. You, however, have been gone for him ever since. It didn’t help when you were officially assigned into partnership when he stepped away from Avengers missions, because now you see him every day. Sometimes those feelings bubble up again like they’ve been simmering on the backburner, and one smile makes the pot boil over. On the days you’re most lucky, he’s your partner. The person you work best with (no matter how much you bicker), the one you’d take a bullet for, the one who’s always on your comm frequency… Who you happen to remember pressing you to the door of the single-stall bathroom in a dive bar, before he ever knew you work for SHIELD, fucking you better with his pants on than any man ever had in the nude.

Sitting on your bed, rushing you to prepare for a mission, the line blurs.

Your day often ends with him. Whether or not he’s there. Heaven forbid he ever find out about your pathetic obsession, or the way your fingers travel over your soft skin in the unsatisfying facsimile of his, thinking about how he might hold you again.

You shake your head. “What’s the job?”

“Deep cover. Surveillance, extraction if necessary.”

“What’s our story?”

“Tourists. I have more money than one man should reasonably have, and you–”

“I like that about you, I get it. Are we married?”

“Would you like to be?”

You toss a sweatshirt at his head and turn away so he doesn’t detect the cold sweat on your face. “It’s always more believable, and I’m not playing the ‘we met on the airplane’ scenario again—I think you scarred the concierge for life!”

“What—that’s the most fun cover! I could tell that story a hundred times.”

“Nat would murder you if she knew you tell her business on assignment.”

“Well, I haven’t checked into the Mile High Club with you, so—“

“How did she ever date you?”

“Wasn’t like that. We blew off some steam until she realized she wanted a blond.” Natasha’s relationship with Steve is a trophy Bucky carries. He has no hard feelings about it. He loves them both so much that the partnership feels like his greatest achievement.

“Do I have time to shower?” you sigh.

“If you do it at light speed. You shower, I’ll pack for you. Promise I’ll take it seriously.”

“Fine. My bag is under the bed. Don’t linger in my intimates, you perv.”

–

You’re usually happy to take his bike but the rain is still relentless, so it’s a soggy ride. By the time you embark the walkway of the quinjet, you’re pissed off, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, and annoyed with your unfairly sexy companion–who is far too chipper for his own good. He pushes you into the copilot seat and then does his pre-flight check alone, though it would take half as long if you helped. In the console between the seats, there are two cups… both of them still hot. Both of them have your name written on the side in marker.

“Bucky?” you call.

“Didn’t know if you’d want caffeine this late!” he replies from the bottom of the ladder into the belly of the hold.

Your heart squeezes. The ‘thank you’ is lost in your throat as you cradle the hot cocoa in your hands, thinking better of the coffee–which, sure enough, has all the markings of your usual ‘high maintenance’ (Bucky’s words) coffee order. By the time he finishes up and takes his seat beside you, your anger has melted. He smirks at your posture, with your feet pulled up under you in your good boots, and your sleeves tugged over your knuckles, with your cocoa against your chest.

He points at the untouched coffee with an eyebrow raised. You nod. “Thanks, doll.” He takes a grateful sip and closes his eyes reverently. “Shit. Now I see why you drink that every day.”

“I have good taste,” you say.

His smile in agreement is so warm that you feel it in your toes. “It’s hotel coffee for us, for a while.”

“Wait–maybe I do want that one.”

He pauses with the cup centimeters from his mouth and laughs. Without a second thought, he hands the cup over, trading you for the cocoa. It’s impossible to miss the wink when he drinks from the hot chocolate, but you are transfixed watching his lips where yours just were.

“You can sleep,” he offers, throwing the switches to make the aircraft rumble to life. “I don’t expect anything exciting over the Atlantic.”

“So… Europe?”

“You’ll see.” He gets the go-ahead from the tower to take off, so you both put on the headsets which allow you to communicate in the air.

“I’ll stay up for a while,” you say.

“Don’t stay up on my account. I’ve had one sip of coffee, so I’m wide awake.”

You punch his shoulder, and his laugh filters through your earpieces in surround-sound.

—

Despite the caffeine, you last twenty minutes before your eyelids droop too heavily to stay open. When you wake up again, it’s because the jet wheels meet the runway. The airport is small, likely a military base as is customary for SHIELD flights in foreign airspace. You glance at Bucky as you rub your eyes. He’s tired, but he’s steady as ever, pulling into the hangar indicated by the runway attendant’s waving orange night sticks.

“Welcome back,” he chuckles, realizing you’re staring at him with sleepy wonderment. Your cheeks get hot.

“Where are we?”

“Outside Edinburgh.”

“Oh. If I knew we were going to Scotland, I would’ve been far more cooperative!” You sit up straight and try to catch any glimpse of the country you’ve loved since you visited on a school trip ages ago, but it’s difficult in the darkness to see anything. “Oh my god.” Your fingers find your mouth. “I’m sorry. I will be totally cool once we’re out there, but I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Haven’t played anything cool a day in your life,” Bucky snickers, tapping on your headset. You rip it off your head and hand it over.

“Shut up, Barnes.”

“Go change. I’ll meet you outside once I’ve got us squared away with customs.” He lets you stand first, and holds your elbow when you stumble trying to side-step around the console. You slide your arm through his fingers until they’re clasped around yours and squeeze his hand.

The clothing you have available is truly… the bulk of your own dresser. Bucky wasn’t kidding–he packed almost everything you own. You choose an outfit which says ‘I married my husband for his money,’ and give yourself a once-over in the small mirror inside your locker. By the time you make your way down the walkway, Bucky is waiting. He has changed, too–into a dark peacoat, a perennial favorite of yours, and dark slacks, with shoes so shiny they reflect the bright hangar lights off the toes. He isn’t dressed expensively per se, but he is beautiful. He notices you there and stops for a second.

“Let it be known, I married you for your looks,” he says. You wrinkle your nose at him. “We’ve got a car over here.”

Bucky gestures to the far end of the hangar. You move where he indicates, but he pulls you back to walk in step with him, easing your hand into the crook of his elbow. He does it so seamlessly, it feels like something he does to you all the time. His hand stays, pressed over your fingers, leaving your bag to dangle from your arm. Even if it is a cover, you can’t help but lean into him. It may be a temporary oasis from the reality of your relationship, but it doesn’t mean you can’t savor every second. He realizes you’re lugging your bag, and he eases it off your arm to slip the strap over his shoulder. Then, he covers your hand again.

–

Bucky pulls the car into a small lot behind a series of row houses in Old Town; the sight of the streetlights making your favorite city glow distracts you from the fact that this is an assignment. Even the smog-stains at the top of the buildings are charming. This is your city. You left your heart here, once. You’re more than eager to get out of the car as Bucky parks.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, peering up at the ornate building.

“I’ll explain inside. This is a primary location for us to scout.” He grabs your bag from the trunk.

“Do I need that?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes at his back but you still follow him up an alley staircase and through a door which he miraculously has a key to. Inside, you ascend up another set of stairs, to the top floor, and then through the only door, there. Whatever number of units this building has, the top floor seems to have just one, and it is…

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. The flat is revealed to you as lights flick on down the hallway. It’s a gorgeous historic apartment with all the right touches of modernity, while still retaining its charm.

“Coming?” His voice comes from somewhere down the hall. You shut and lock the front door, and shuffle your way towards the direction of his voice, until you find him in the last room. It’s a small bedroom with a stone fireplace and a large, plush bed. Bucky is in the process of loading the dresser with your clothing when you enter.

“What’s going on?” you breathe.

He straightens. He has removed his coat, revealing a white button-down shirt, which he has left unbuttoned at the collar, and he has a sheepish smile on his face. “So, uh. I haven’t been honest.”

All you can do is blink at him. Bucky dodges around the foot of the bed and eases your coat from your shoulders. He tosses it on his own, on the bed. Then, he grasps your wrist and tugs you to the window.

“In the morning, you’ll have a view of the castle right there,” he says softly. He stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. “And I’m told there’s a cafe downstairs which serves coffee they roast themselves, and crepes stuffed with all manner of fruits.”

“Bucky–”

“This flat is yours,” he says. “For ten days. And if you want to do nothing but sleep, you can do that. This is your time. I had sort of hoped I could stay, but if I’ve misread things, I’ll skip my ass off to London until you’re rejuvenated.”

You turn around. “This isn’t a job…”

Bucky shakes his head. “I knew you’d never give yourself permission to take time off, but you’ve been so exhausted, doll… it’s killing me to watch you push yourself to your breaking point. I don’t get any joy outta watching you suffer. I’m a lot happier when you’re happy. That’s kinda everything to me. And there’s no need to operate undercover–not that I mind pretending I’m married to you. Happy to dote on you like a spouse if that makes it more fun.”

"So, this cover idea..."

"Just wanted to look nice for ya." He rubs your arms.

You take in a slow breath. “This is a big thing to do for a person,” you peep. “Might make a girl think some things.”

“I bring you coffee every day, doll. I have taken two bullets on recent missions because I’ve been so worried about keeping you from being shot. When I close my eyes at night, the only thing I dream about is you.” He brushes your chin. “And if you think for one second you haven’t been imprinted in my skin since the bar, you’re nuts.”

“But you don’t… you’re professional!” You’re so overwhelmed by his proximity that you can’t process what he’s saying. “I thought you forgot! You don’t touch me. You’re always talking to Sam about his dates–”

Bucky levels his eyes with yours. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you. But you acted like it never happened, doll… I was not about to tease you about something which meant so much to me, even if it happened in haste, or push you into more familiarity than you wanted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “I’m–do you not see how much I love you?” It comes out like you’ve been waiting to tell him for a century: pained, but relieved to finally have the truth out in the open.

Bucky folds so he can pull you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “Being your partner is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs against your temple. “I hoped you felt that way. Is this okay? Is it too much–”

“You gave me my city,” you say in astonishment. “Oh my god. Bucky… wait–is there another bedroom in this flat?”

“No.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t want you here? Slept on the floor?”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and his expression is one of delight. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, sweetheart?”

“There’s one bed, and I’m a nice person.” You giggle when he is temporarily offended at the thought that you’d actually make him sleep on the ground. “Besides, if you do fuck off to London as you suggested, I’ll be all alone, and I want you to know I’m weak for a man in a kilt, and this city is choc full of them–”

“I’ll have you know I am Scottish, on my father’s side, so.”

“We should get you a kilt.”

He nods in agreement, and his eyes keep flickering down to your lips. “Are you still upset I ripped you away from your cabernet?”

“They sell wine in Scotland.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a few steps backwards, but keeps hold of your hands so you’ll follow him. He leads you into the sitting room, to the sofa, and gestures for you to sit. He makes a show of jogging over to the switch on the wall beside another fireplace and flicks it upwards. The fire roars to life behind the thick glass. Your laugh gives him another burst of energy, he’s almost dancing into the adjoining kitchen. Glass tinkles, a drawer opens and shuts, and he returns with a bottle of something red.

“Hey, did you bring any clothes?” you giggle, as he accidentally dribbles a few droplets of the wine onto the cuff of his sleeve while opening the bottle with the churchkey.

“Ellis dropped off my bag this morning, it’s in the closet.”

“I can’t believe you used SHIELD resources to trick me into vacation.”

Bucky hands you a glass of wine and his cheeks redden. “Uh, well. Fury knows. I may have cashed in some of my vacation days on your behalf.”

You set your glass down on the coffee table carefully and launch yourself at his face, pressing him down into the couch. You’ve known for three years that he kisses like air is a secondary matter, but there is nothing like kissing him in thanks, now that he knows you love him. This isn’t just a thoughtful gesture, this is… nobody in your life has ever done something so kind for you. Until you met Bucky, you weren’t entirely sure you deserved it. But his tongue teases yours and thoughts of what you deserve flee from your mind.

“Got you a new phone, too,” he mumbles between territorial nips at your bottom lip.

“This gift-giving kink of yours is really sexy,” you pant.

Bucky cradles your face in his hands and kisses you slowly, pulling every little sound from your throat he can. When your lips part, he smiles. “I’m in love with you, honey. I know it’s unprofessional, but I don’t give a shit. I’d give you Scotland if I could.”

“Get a kilt and I’ll be satisfied.” You lay your head on his chest. His heart is racing in time with yours.

“If it’s weird, we can still pretend like we’re not both excited to be sleeping in the same bed.” His voice rumbles under your ear.

“Oh, how ever will I survive in this completely fabricated scenario.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically. “Oops, I forgot to pack real pajamas.”

“Awe rats! I sleep naked. We’re at an impasse.”

You rest your chin on his sternum and raise your eyebrows. “Whatever will we do?”

It takes two seconds for him to bracket an arm around your waist and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. Your feet do not touch the ground again. Your back, however, meets plush fabric, and Bucky kisses you like he has all the time in the world to make sure you know how much he wants you. He doesn’t have forever, but he has at least ten days.

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docholligay · 8 months

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Ep 6: Shauna

Hello! This is about up to Episode 6 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 6 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the sixth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

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Let’s hear it for Jeff. I love that we are intentionally complicating the situation, this episode may as well be called, “Intentionally complicating the situation” because at the beginning we are sold this disaffected husband who might be cheating on her (I know I already said I’m not sure I think he is, and I know am hard into the idea that he is not.) and poor Shauna is seeking something in not at all suspicious Adam.

But now.

Jeff is a decent guy, who loves his wife, and who stands up for her when she isn’t even capable of standing up for herself because she feels so guilty about the fact that she lived and Jackie did not that she is willing to let herself be flogged every single year on Jackie’s birthday to prove that Shauna did everything she could for Jackie. But Jeff stands up. Now Shauna doesn’t get to be the poor, understandable victim, now she is a woman who is failing as a wife to someone who is trying, and who cares about her, and who already has failed as a mother, raising a daughter who, I don’tr even give a shit about liking her, doesn’t even respect her.

The show looks at Shauna, looks at us, and goes, “Wow, isn’t this just a little pathetic?” I am AFLAME.

Speaking of things I have rapidly reversed course on, last episode when she said that it was Jackie’s uniform, given by her parents, I said, “Oh that is very sad and sweet and totally misguided and so unintentionally cruel” and I loved it then, but I sport of love it more now as an almost, maybe not quite, intentional act of violence. Holy shit, her parents are so angry that Shauna lived, and they are going to make her pay for it, every single year, and remind Shauna of how the one who didn’t deserve to live, did, I don’t even know that I think they KNOW that’s what they are doing, and I am SUCKING IT DOWN LIKE A HUMMINGBIRD AT THE FEEDER.

It’s not even as if I don’t understand how this can happen. I’ve written before about how often, those who die young are canonized, and everything they would have done would have been perfect, and they were so wonderful, and they would have been like this, or remembered that. It is so easy to be wonderful when you’re dead. So much more when it was your child. But there has to come a point where you search inside yourself, and look hard, and see what you’re doing. You don’t even have to be NICE to Shauna, just say you can’t see her anymore, and that is INFINITELY kinder.

The reason all of this works is that Shauna hates and blames herself, too. I love the scene with Jackie, and ‘Jackie’s ghost’ but Jackie’s ghost is just Shauna. The call is coming from inside the house. Which I love so much about all of this, is so much of it can be taken as, “is this happening? Yes, and also no.” (Though I do think the show is going to making a strong pitch to “actually supernatural” which manages to both delight and frustrate me at the same time. Shauna does not believe that it’s not her fault, and that is why Jackie calls her on it, and tells her she thinks it’s her fault. I like the “Why are you here?” response from Jackie. Does Shauna know? Does she know how much she hates herself, and Jackie, and how she, too, cannot let Jackie go?

In turn, Shauna is going to take it out on Callie, by refusing her the college fund. I would, again, say that Shauna doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Would I let someone fucking insult me like this, repeatedly, so Midge could have a free college education? I like to think so, but I don’t actually know the answer to that. I have trouble shutting up. But Shauna--It’s important to point that right before she turns down the college fund, she says, “I don’t even like my daughter” because that’s the key, and she’s talking to herself. Why is she putting up with it for someone that she doesn’t like, who treats her like shit?

We are getting to indulge in Shauna’s selfishness here, of all the ways that she feels guilty for surviving, but instead of living a life Jackie could be proud of, she is instead submitting herself to life as the sacrificial lamb, and has herself convinced of her own martyrdom and victimhood, I think, and wow do I love it.

#Doc watches yellowjackets #Yellowjackets S1 E6

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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In the LH&K verse and prompt fills it's been hinted that lucius is self conscious/ insecure about his physical appearance at times? Would love to see some moments of Izzy or Pete (or both!!!) reassuring/ comforting/ reacting to Lucius feeling insecure!

(both! Both is good! First half is just a few weeks into Pete and Lucius' relationship, second half is between I Want to Break Free and Laugh with the Sinners)

“It’s hot as hell out there,” Pete pointed out in what he thought was a reasonable manner. “You cannot be serious about wearing layers. Or even a long sleeved shirt.”

“It’s my whole look,” Lucius folded his arms over his chest. “Enjoy my self-expression. Also I’m going to be in an air-conditioned bar all night that’s set to ‘if it gets above freezing my makeup will melt’ temperature.”

“You’re running around all night. I’ve seen how sweaty you get. It can’t feel good.”

“Rude,” Lucius scoffed and started looking for his socks in his overnight bag. “You’re not supposed to tell someone they look gross, you know.”

“I don’t think that’s what I said,” Pete frowned. “You look uncomfortable, not bad.”

“You’re all uncomfortable on nights like this, what does it matter?”

Pete watched him for a long minute. They’d only been dating for two months or so and he wasn’t sure how much he could push this or if he should even bother. Maybe it was just how Lucius preferred to dress. He certainly half-lived in his favorite blazer and most of his outfits had a general sameness to them. Out of drag, Pete was much the same so it was hard to get to get on a high horse about it.

But...

“I like when you look comfortable,” he said. “You smile more and your face is all....you’re always hot, but you’re really beautiful like that.”

Lucius stopped moving and then he turned to him very slowly. “Please tell me you didn’t just say I’d be prettier if I smiled more.”

And Pete had apparently stepped on a landmine. Boom. Wonderful.

“No! Yes? Shit. That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, please explain,” Lucius all, but growled. Woe betide anyone who thought Lucius was the easiest target on staff.

“I mean I like when you’re happy,” he tried again. “I like knowing you’re okay and doing your thing and not...dunno. Suffering for no good reason?”

“...yeah,” the fight went out of him. “Sorry. I know what you meant. I don’t exactly drown in compliments.”

“I don’t know why,” Pete shook his head. “You’re ridiculously cute, you know that right?”

“I am aware that I can project that image,’ Lucius said carefully and sat down beside Pete, their thighs touching.

“Yeah, you cannot actually Jedi mind trick me into thinking you're attractive,” Pete pointed out. “I told you day one that I thought you were my type.”

“I’m also painfully pale, noodle-armed and still prone to breakouts like I’m fourteen,” he groaned. “I don’t want to wander stripped down. It’s like wearing a sign that says I’ve never worked out a day in my life.”

Pete stared at him.

“What?” Lucius snapped.

“That’s how you see yourself?” He asked incredulously.

“...sometimes,” he mumbled.

“But you’re,...” Pete looked for the right words. Lucius always had good words for things. He loved them and Pete was always trying to piece something together that would at least not sound like total nonsense. Not that Lucius seemed to care. Maybe they were alike in more ways that he’d originally thought. “I started shaving my head because I was balding.”

“Uh, yeah?” Lucius blinked. “I figured that out, believe it or not. You can tell through the stubble and all.”

“And I thought that it was over for me,” Pete plowed on. “Like at clubs and things. Because at least before I looked young before that. There was nothing left to hide behind.”

“You don’t-”

“Shh, my turn,” he chided. “I thought that and I was wrong. Plenty of guys like a bald head. I didn’t have to like it for that to be true.”

“Oh,” Lucius reached out and ran a hand over Pete’s scalp which felt great, but he didn’t lean into it. “I like it.”

“And I like your arms. They’re strong enough to do what needs doing. And I like your skin, it’s soft and pretty. I never notice your pimples unless you point them out and even then, who cares? I still get them too. Just being human.”

“Huh,” Lucius’ hand drifted down to Pete’s face, cupping his cheek which also felt good. “I guess it’s pretty stupid to complain to you about not wanting people to see me, huh?”

“It isn’t. I’ve had my whole life to make peace with my face. Doesn’t mean you can’t feel a way about yours.”

Lucius leaned in and kissed him, then drew back with a sigh. “It is hot as balls out. I’ll leave the jacket here.”

Several years later

“What are you doing?” Izzy asked from the bed. He was sitting up, laptop on his lap, bare chested.

Lucius had snuck in on Izzy’s day off for a nooner and been pleasantly surprised by the warm reception. Generally, Izzy wasn’t open to surprise changes in schedule, but this had gone smoothly enough.

“Putting my clothes back on?” Lucius frowned. “What’s it look like?”

“Thought you were just going to go hang out with Stede.”

“Yep,” he reached for his jacket. “And?”

“And....just seems....” Izzy searched the air for the right words apparently and Lucius ignored him in favor of giving the jacket a good shake to get out some floor-born wrinkles. “Like a lot of layers for lunch.”

“You don’t want me to cover up the tank top,” Lucius surmised.

“...yes.” Izzy admitted.

Lucius had worn just the white undershirt for most of their activities today and Izzy had shown his appreciation as best he could without the use of his hands. It had been fun, but that had been a very much private, inside bit of pleasure.

“I think Stede would have a stroke if he saw my naked shoulders,” Lucius laughed it off.

“Doubt that,” Izzy said.

“...you’re not going to take a perfectly served opportunity to make a joke about Stede dying? Are you sick or something?”

“Seems a shame is all,” Izzy’s eyes dropped back to his laptop. “Didn’t think you ever did anything because of what someone else might think.”

“I-” Lucius stopped mid-pulling on his shirt. “Come again?”

“You’re pretty clear about doing your own thing all the time. So what do you care if someone has thoughts about your shoulders being out on a hot day?” Izzy started typing, apparently only half-paying attention to the conversation at all. “I mean, I’d put on some sunscreen cause you burn like a motherfucker, but otherwise....”

“I like flirting in public, excuse the fuck out of me if I put myself in the best position for that,” he grumbled.

“I will bet you whatever you want that you pull more in the tank then with the shirt on,” Izzy glanced up at him.

“You’re on. I want one of those stupid Gordon Ramsey level complicated recipes for dinner next week when I win.”

“Fine. What do I get if I win?”

“Which you won’t,” Lucius let the button down drop to the floor. “But let’s say....you can finally take that nude picture of me you asked about.”

“Agreed,” Izzy said quickly.

“How are we measuring this?”

“I trust you to be honest about it,” Izzy shrugged and went back to typing. “Have a nice lunch. Bring sunglasses, it’s bright out there.”

Lucius: This cannot be happening.

Izzy: what’s that?

Lucius: I have been trying to get the new waiter at this place’s attention for weeks. Stede tried to convince me he was straight because I was being so pathetic about it.

Izzy: and?

Lucius: and he gave me his number on a cocktail napkin under my drink just now like I’m in a Sex and the City episode.

Izzy: You’re a Samantha, right?

Lucius: how do you even know that reference? This day makes no sense.

Izzy: Fang called me a Miranda once and I was pretty sure it was an insult so I had to do research.

Lucius: How much research?

Izzy: Pete is a Charlotte and Stede is a Carrie. Eddy is Big.

Lucius: So Miranda and Samantha are having a nude photo session is what I’m getting from this conversation.

Izzy: You can wear the tank if you want. And I’ll still make you beef wellington. Always wanted to try that anyway.

Lucius: i want to put you in a jar and study you like a bug sometimes. But sure, we can do both Tuesday.

#leda house and the kraken verse

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chidoroki · 1 year

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Hell’s Paradise EP1

aka: gabimaru the hollow soft. he’s a good boy.

The fact this gave me Dororo vibes and is also produced by MAPPA means I’m in for a good time.. although nothing says “happy new series day” like starting off with an execution. Hurray death?

“Furthermore, beheading a person with a single blow is next to impossible. In most cases, several blows are required to behead a person, which makes executions a horrific spectacle.” Seeing how Gabimaru has scars on the back of his neck already I assume it ain’t easy to kill this man.

Can he like.. not actually die? His neck broke that sword in half..

Let’s goooo OP! The little bit we heard from trailers has literally been stuck in my head for weeks now.

Oohh it’s all so pretty.. the song was as good as expected too!

Okay watching it over again and noticing a whole lot of flowers, Gabimaru blazing like an infernal, Tenza badly injured, the blonde chick with the eye scar possibly Gabimaru’s wife? and an unexpected sweet smile from Chobei. Oh I’m so excited to see everyone.

Our man is from the hidden rock village hm? Do ya know Deidara?.. Is that how he broke the blade. Are you made out of stone my guy?

“For someone from Iwagakure, breaking a blade with your own flesh is a simple task.” “Well, yeah. Someone that shitty with a sword can’t hurt me.” Pfft not even four minutes in and he’s won me over.

People have tried stabbing him with a spear to kill him and once said spear breaks, all he can say is “sorry.” No, I’m sorry, I love him so much already.

They even tried burning him alive to no avail. Sweetie are you cursed or something?

This guy holding baby Gabimaru really just killed his parents in front of him?

He can’t even be pulled apart by two bulls.. why does death always escape you sir if you wish for it so bad?

“I had the chief’s recognition and married his daughter. But his daughter was a real idiot.” Wow Gabimaru, tell me how you really feel.

Dude you said you would give up on life yet here you are yet again surviving another execution, which this time is nonchalantly walking out of burning oil like it’s no big deal.

Okay I’ve been hearing a small bell chime whenever Sagiri was onscreen but I couldn’t figure out where the hell the actually bell was til now.

Oh shit, he’s actually scared she could kill him! That vision sliced his head clean off.

“Do I not want to die?” Apparently not! Heaven knows why though.

“To you, is she not your reason to live?” Aw he does care for wifey. But aaah look at the smile and blush of his in the flashback!

Bro he spoke softly this whole time but hearing him yell out now against Sagiri to try and convince himself he has no attachments feels so raw and real. His voice actor is nailing it.

Ah I was right, the lady in the OP with the scar was his wife. Ma’am what is your name? You’re being so sweet to our main man.

Wait, her own father burned her face? What a bastard.

Gabimaru got so flustered from just a simple kiss. He is so precious!

“Someone like you couldn’t possibly be hollow.” Such a pleasant surprise to see he’s not actually emotionless. I didn’t expect him to act this way at all but I love it.

Humans become flowers in the underworld place? Suddenly the OP doesn’t seem very beautiful..

“Traveling to a mysterious island with heinous criminals condemned to death and competing with them for a pardon is the only way for you to be reunited with her.” So I assume just one criminal, whomever returns with the elixir of life, will be spared, while the others will be killed hm? Which is a shame because despite not seeing anyone else yet I’m quite curious to meet the others we’ve saw glimpses of in trailers! And I’m not ready to get attached to them like I already have to Gabimaru if they’re all gonna die!

Ooohh he’s finally using some ninjutsu!

He can be so fierce yet so laid back, how impressive.

I was about to comment on how calming the ending song is focusing on Sagiri til it gives us flashes of Gabimaru going crazy, most likely killing enemies. Oops.

MMHHMM overall a real strong start! Gabimaru is already such a joy to watch and the animation is nice so far too.

#hell's paradise #episode reaction

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problematicfanfics · 9 months

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Kinktober ‘21 Oct 19. Hate Sex (WIP)

RAMSCAM, dubcon, l’manberg, dsmp au

slight NSFW (for now)

i think this’ll be my last one… idk. maybe i’ll post more. ignore all errors.

* ⋆★

Trees.

There used to be so many trees.

But with the combination of sapnap’s fires and gentrification of the land nothing was left but a small patch some ways off.

It was his sanctuary. Sometimes he’d read, drink, stargaze. But sometimes he’d do even more intimate things, like writing or singing, even art.

Today was a good day. There was no war, only collecting wood and laughing with friends. So he had decided to settle down for the night and paint a little.

Upon arriving he was very well pissed off to see a drunk man laying in the middle of his safe place. Schlatt. What a fucking disappointment.

When the man first showed his face around the server, Tommy remembers feeling so honored. Just having Schlatt around in his general area in his stupid suit and tie made him feel so cool.

But now he sees how naive and stupid he was. Maybe it was all the time Schlatt had spent away, maybe it was the rumors that shot out of people’s tongues like arrows in war, or maybe it was just seeing these rumors play out live in front of him. Whatever it was, war made him realize he can’t blindly follow someone he knows nothing about.

“Hey. Hey dickface, get out of here.” He shoved Schlatt.

“Fuck off, man. Can’t a guy sleep?”

“You have a bed. Go. This is my spot.” Tommy placed his art things on the ground, quietly to not draw attention to it. “It’s the only fucking patch of trees around and I want to relax tonight. Beat it kid.”

“A fucking drunk like you doesn’t have any right to relax. You do nothing BUT relax!” The kid threw his hands up in the air. “I have been through wars. Through death and pain. I have the right to relax. NOT you.”

Schlatt stood, moonlight highlighting just how big he was. “I don’t deserve to relax?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“Learn to keep your mouth shut, kid. You’re gonna run into trouble.” The older one turned to leave with an eye roll, muttering under his breath “I’m fucking lazy? I do shit.”

“If you do shit,” Tommy turned to face Schlatt defiantly. “Then what is it? Because I only see you get drunk.”

He stopped walking, taking only a few strides to get to where Tommy was. “I’m a fucking business man, that’s what I am. And I’m pretty damn successful. I got money, a life, and liquor. I’m fucking set. All I see you have is trauma for no reason.”

Tommy scoffed. “No reason? It was life or death!”

“It was for the independence of a stupid nation, who gives a shit. Just fucking get under their rule and take them down from there.”

“That’s the fucking stupidest plan I’ve ever heard of.”

“Ok Mister ‘“do I shoot him or aim for the sky?”,” He gets close to the boy’s face. His eyes sting from the alcohol on his breath. “Pathetic that you really think you ever meant anything to this nation.”

Tommy’s fists ball up. “I paid with my life.”

“So what? I still see you standing here. You wouldn’t even die for the thing you’re oh so passionate about. It’s sad, truly, that you think you deserve special treatment. This is public property.”

The blond points to a sigh on a tree, and Schlatt goes over to read it.

“BIG MAN TOMMY’S LAND! DON’T TOUCH >:(”

Schlatt walked back over to Tommy. “Doesn’t mean jack shit if you don’t have a building on here. So as far as I can tell,” He leans up against the beginning of the mountain behind him. ��This is fair game.”

This fucking bastard! What fucking right does he think he has? Tommy’s the entitled one here? No way! No, all he wanted was to sit and paint. Just one night of relaxation. But he can’t even fucking have that.

Quickly he pulled out his sword. “Square up, bitch.”

Schlatt stood up straight. “Woah, hold up kid. I don’t have a sword. Let me make one real quick.”

Tommy threw an extra stone sword in front of him. “You and me. Let’s go. Right here right now.”

Schlatt slowly picked up the sword, getting into his fighting stance.

The two stared at each other intensely. Neither wanted to make the first move and ruin their chances.

Finally Tommy swung his sword, lodging it in a tree instead of Schlatt’s side. The older jumped out of the way before holding his head in his hands. That’s right, he’s still drunk. Tommy almost forgot.

He unlodged his sword before running towards Schlatt again. The two nicked each other a couple of times, coming dangerously close to killing the other once or twice. But something always stopped them.

Schlatt pulled out his shield, instantly knocking Tommy off his feet. The boy fell on his back with the wind knocked out of him.

He took this as an opportunity to kick the sword out of Tommy’s hand and pick the boy up by his shirt. The boy was thrown against the stone wall like a ragdoll, neck pinned by Schlatt’s forearm. It was quiet except for their breathing.

“I win.” Schlatt whispered. Tommy could’ve sworn the hairs on his back stood up. Something about the way the man said it…

“Well? What do you say?” The grip tightened.

Desperately Tommy clawed at the arm pinning him down. “Fuck you.”

“Tsk. That’s no way to speak to me.” Schlatt’s voice sounded condescending. “Cmon, baby boy. Tell me I win.”

“Baby boy? What’s this, a fucking porn?”

“It’s about to be if you don’t fucking own up to the fact I beat your ass.”

“Never.” Tommy snapped back.

“Fine. You fucking asked for it.” Schlatt reached into his back pocket. “You’re lucky I even have. I had plans to fucking jack off before you showed up, guess I can’t just do anything in peace around here.”

His grip changed from forearm to hand, pressing hard against the boy’s neck.

Finally he pulled out a small bottle of disposable lube. He grinded his hips against the boy’s front, hot breath escaping the younger. “Fuck, if we’re gonna do it let’s just do it.” Tommy rolled his eyes and pushed Schlatt’s hand away, more of a suggestion they should just mutually get this over with.

Schlatt let go and immediately Tommy pulled him in for a kiss. A mess of taking off clothes, barely taking breath in between making out, they made their way to the back of the mini forest out of everyone’s eyeline.

Tommy pushed himself up against Schlatt. He hated this man, but there was an undeniable attraction he had with him.

#poppytwt #problematicmcyt #problematictwt #problematic #problematicfanfics #poppyblr #ver’s wip poll

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moonbuglove · 8 months

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Ten seconds

I felt like some BokuAtsu from Atsumu's p.o.v.

In-Yun

The concept of “In-Yun” speaks about fate and predestination. It says that the lives you lived previously, and how the minute connections we make throughout our time in this world, reverberate through the layers of life until they finally coalesce for people to find each other

I don’t believe in fate. “The universe” is not some omnipotent force moving us around like chess pieces, manipulating us or protecting us or colliding us. Work hard, good things happen. Or not.

It’s life.

A cosmic crapshoot in which odds don’t mean shit. I’m more fatalism, less fate. With that said, I do believe circumstances happen in a certain order at a certain time. And for a certain reason. Which does sound suspiciously like fate, but I dwell less on the why things happen and more on how I should respond when they do. I sense storms coming, things shifting in the air. That helps me plan. It’s helped me in every area of my life, especially volleyball. But nothing prepared me for this moment. And it is a game of truth and dare, that is my downfall.

A dare that should be so insignificant.

Kiss Bokkun.

But nothing is simple when it comes to him.

Golden eyes with flecks of amber and bourbon in them tracing my features as he placed his hand on the side of the barstool and turned me completely around to face him. Treating me to an up close view of that classic Bokuto Kōtarō beam that reminded me that I’ve never seen him take anything seriously. He’s always smiling, laughing and joking his way through life, completely oblivious to the reality the rest of the world just has to deal with, so it shouldn’t have surprised me he would approach a literal child’s game the same way. My knees brushed his hard thighs, and I felt every eye in the living room on us as he leaned in close, resting his palms on the edge of the island. His body stretched over mine, blocking out my view of our teammates behind me. Not that I cared that I couldn’t see them. I was too focused on the way his smile was fading, shifting into a complex mask devoid of humor. I’m shocked at how quickly he does it. Goes from being the happy-go-lucky guy I’ve known him to be to…this. “Make it good for him, Bo-san” Shōyō shouted, laughing loudly, obviously drunk and I half expected him to turn around and say something stupid and completely on brand for him, but his eyes stayed on me.

Soft.

Serious.

For once in his life.

"Nervous?” He asked, eyes on my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Nope. Why would I be nervous?” His brows lifted, amusement slipping over whatever conflicted emotion was shining in his irises just moments ago. “Because you don’t really do this kind of thing Tsum-Tsum, you know you don't have to right?" “What kind of thing?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice wavered a little. “Play truth or dare?” “Get roped into kissing teammates, unless.” He gets a far off look in his eyes something on the tip of tongue but he leaves it unsaid. The truth of the matter was, the worst decisions I’ve made in my life have been sealed with a kiss. Get ready to add this one to the list. The snarky voice in my head quipped as Kōtarō waited for my response, completely unbothered by the restless crowd behind him begging for us to get on with it already. “Oh? You jealous I have never kissed ya Bokkun?” I arched a brow, sass coating each word. “Maybe, maybe not,” He chuckles a deep and dangerous chuckle that makes my hands feel clammy. “Then I guess we should kiss before Hinata shoves our heads together.” "Yeah, I guess we should.” I watched his face move closer, and his breath skated across my skin as I fought the very real urge to let my eyes fall shut. My lungs burned, demanding air that was laced with his earthy scent and protesting when they were denied. I knew I needed to breathe. I didn’t want to run the risk of passing out and giving everyone here another reason to think I was weird. It was bad enough that I was known for the most casual of hook ups. Crumbling into a breathless heap the moment one of the most coveted pair of lips in the world of volleyball met mine would only make it worse. Kōtarō lifted one of his hands, bringing it up to my chin and cupping it between his index finger and thumb. With a barely discernible movement, he applied the lightest bit of pressure, forcing me to focus all of my attention on him. “Breathe for me Atsumu." He whispered, the quiet command pulling the trapped air from my lungs and giving me a glimpse of a side of him I’ve never seen before.

Dark.

Dangerous.

Lethal.

My eyes went wide, shock winding its way through my chest to mix with the mild panic being held in his gaze has sent through me. "Can I kiss you?" I nod not trusting myself to speak, but he shook his head. "I need words, to know if this is ok. I need to hear you say I can kiss you." All at once, I start to doubt the wisdom of going through with this dare, of breaking one of my personal rules to appease a room full of stupid drunk adults playing middle school games to distract us from adulting. "Yeah, you can kiss me." He smiles not the beam, no a small smile like it is a inside secret that we only know then Kōtarō’s lips are on mine. Taking me by a surprise that’s equal parts delight and terror as his tongue slids over my bottom lip asking for more. His arms snakes around my hips keeping me in place, which meant I couldn’t move if I wanted to, so I gave myself over to it. Over to him. It was supposed to be a simple kiss, but it’s not. Because Kōtarō pulls people in, but it takes a special type of person to keep his attention on them. And I was dragged into his orbit, albeit unwillingly at first drawn to his aura but now... now I don't think I want to lose his attention, random scooting closer to steal the others warmth, during late night bus rides after a match, accifental late night snack runs and stargazing in the roof of our dorms. Have all lead up to this moment. A grin curled against my mouth, prompting me to stop suppressing my own. "Yer a good kisser Bokkun." "Not so bad yourself Tsum." I snort pushing him back slightly, but his eyes stay on my lips. I open my mouth to retort trapped in our own little bubble. "Well damn get a room." Inunaki breaks our bubble we created then he is back to Bokkun laughing alomg with our teammates. I roll my eyes as I get up.

"I'm getting another drink." I say as I leave the room, I keep replaying those ten seconds in my head, of Kōtarō's lips against mine. I realized that this was an awakening. There weren’t any fireworks, it was more like being in a freefall, a rush that I could feel in my entire body while my heart raced a few feet ahead, like it was more susceptible to the gravitational pull. It's a million bolts of electricity reviving a stalled heart. It’s reckless, but beautiful.

Ten seconds is all it takes to make me realize it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and, though I have no way of knowing this for sure, it is also my biggest mistake.

#bokuatsu #miya atsumu #msby atsumu #bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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This Complicates things...

So, that’s the basic situation at hand.

Akeru, Komaru and Toko’s kid, found out everything we needed in the lab. She also put Yodogawa’s AI out of his misery.

I see...Thanks for the rundown.

I still can’t quite believe this. How could someone do something so...cruel?

Because he’s insane Akamatsu. Plain and simple.

And we will stop him, I swear it.

...

What’s wrong Mii-Yu?

No. It is nothing. I just did not consider that humans find becoming robots painful.

I suppose creatures like me live a different existence that humans cannot take to.

Listen Mii-Yu. This and that are very different.

You may be a robot, but you’ve got all the personality traits, quirks and queues that allow you to be human. If Katagiri was trying to turn people into AI like you, there might not be much of a problem.

But he’s stripping people of all of that. In that case, they become mindless machines. Drones that can only follow commands. That’s not what YOU are.

He’s right Mii-Yu. You really need to quit selling yourself short, you know?

Affirmative.

*The group arrives at the top floor.

Looks like this floor got cleared out before any of us got here.

By the way Akamatsu...By chance are you the one who our guy called to take out security here.

Uh...I mean, he never said to.

He gave me a location, but we were turned away at the door.

So, as you can imagine, instead of being discreet, Kaede decided to go through the backdoor and bust her way through before I could say anything.

Eehehehe...The reception wasn’t friendly so...Treat people how you want to be treated.

Atta girl.

So, what’s the plan here then?

Hey! We got some unexpected guests here! And I got a few questions to ask you.

Huh...!?

*Kuripa calls up to the platform.

I figured. I wondered why it was taking you so long.

Saihara? Akamatsu? Mii-Yu. This is Agent 404. AKA-

RANTAROO!!?

Wha-!?

Huh-!?

Hahaha...Yeah, that’s about the reaction I expected.

You...YOU’RE Agent 404!?

So THIS is where you’ve been hiding this whole time!?

Well...not the WHOLE time...

It’s true that I’ve been with ERR0RM3SS4GE for a long while now though...Forgive me, I had my reasons for not coming out into the light until now.

...

Hol’ up...I’m still trying to process this shit.

Shuichi and Kaede...You KNOW him?

Y-Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah, stuff happened and um...

The fuck do you mean “stuff happened?” I...

Grr! Fine! Whatever...I’ll ask about it later.

Have you got that upload on the way?

Depends. Did Maya flip the switch like I asked?

Fucking hell dude, I’m not that dumb.

Good. Then can I ask you to help me install this drive while I talk with these guys? We’ll need to upload the data into the drive in order to use it against Katagiri.

...

You’ve got a lot of questions for me I’ll bet.

You have NO idea.

Whatever’s going on right now is clearly more important. And if what Kuripa said about Zen Katagiri is true, then I’ll accept that you’re trying to do something good.

What I want to know is where does your allegiance lie, Rantaro.

My allegiance?

You’re here, helping the Future Foundation, but you already helped our enemies. I’m not sure what side you’re really on.

Would you really treat me as an enemy?

I don’t want to but...If I had to.

...

I can see why they made you Branch Chief. You’re unbiased, even towards your own friends.

But trust me when I say that all I care about is stopping Zetsubou and saving this world. Just like the Future Foundation.

What’s the point of having a world-class hacker organization if there’s no world for it to exist in. Believe me, I had my reasons for aiding Uchui.

...

Fine...I still have my doubts about this but...if Kuripa and the Future Foundation believe in you, then I see no reason not to.

Thank you for your hospitality.

*Rantaro climbs down from the platform and pats Shuichi and Kaede on the shoulders.

And for the record, it’s good to see you...

All...of you...

...

*Rantaro’s eyes suddenly fall on Mii-Yu. Her eyes stare curiously back at him.

You are...

Uh...Oh! Let me introduce you!

*Kaede takes Mii-Yu’s shoulders.

This is M11-YU. I know she might look like Keebo, but she’s not.

Tsumugi was keeping her prisoner in one of Zetsubou’s towers. We freed her and now she’s being looked after by Miu.

Y-Yes. I am Model M11-YU. Please, just call me Mii-Yu though.

This is...Mii-Yu huh?

Well...it’s nice to meet you too.

...Are you ok?

Yeah, you...sound kind of uncomfortable Rantaro. Who flipped the switch on you?

Huh? Oh, no, it’s nothing. It really is nice to meet you, I’ve just...

Got so much on my mind right now.

Yeah...That kind of makes three of us.

...

Kaede? Do you want to say something to him?

...

What’s up Kaede? Is everything ok?

It’s just...I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you again and now that I’m here, I...I don’t really know where to begin.

Now isn’t really the best place to talk, so if you’d like, we can discuss the past later.

Right now, my top priority is dealing with Katagiri, and I’m sorry that I ended up dragging the both of you into it.

You’re right...I’m sorry too about what happened back in the Killing Game...What I did was...unforgivable and if you hate me for it...

Huh? Why would I do that?

...?

Even if you pushed us to the limit on the death road, I accept that you were only trying to act in everyone’s best interests. It’s not like me defecting from the group was the best way to deal with the situation either.

The...death road?

Yeah, the death road. The impossible gauntlet Monokuma ran us through trying to find an exit.

Oh...Yeah, that...Shame on me for that one.

I’m telling you, we’re totally cool on it. You’ve got nothing to feel bad for.

O-Ok.

Hey, Rantaro. Have I done this right?

Let me check!

Sorry, I’ll be right back.

*Rantaro hurries off to help Kuripa.

It appears he has no recollection of Kaede’s shotput ball trap that you mentioned.

Hm...It’s not like he really could have known that Kaede set it off...

Maybe he just blames Tsumugi for what happened, and that’s why he’s with ERR0RM3SS4GE?

...Maybe...

Somehow that just makes me feel even worse. Like I’m keeping some big secret from him...

...I understand how you feel Kaede, but like Rantaro said, he is in the middle of a mission. It’s not like now is an especially good time to bring it up.

Apologize to him later, and explain your side of things. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.

...Thanks Shuichi.

*Kaede, Shuichi and Mii-Yu rejoin the others.

I didn’t really ask earlier, but what is it you actually plan on doing here Rantaro? Why do you need this drive?

Well, to put simply, Katagiri, our target, is holing himself up in a hidden base at Hyde Park. We need the information from this lab for several reasons.

The first is that if we copy the data from the tech made here, we can trace, and if we scan the park, we can find the point of origin. That will lead us straight to where Katagiri is hiding.

The second is that if we have this info, we can locate the weak point in whatever defense mechanisms he’s got as a backup.

We’re gonna draw him out of his hidey-hole, and when we do...

We rip him a new one...

Exactly. I’ll leave the last step to Kuripa.

...

What do you mean?

Huh? What’s up?

“Rip him a new one” how? Are you...

Are you going to KILL him?

...Something like that.

“Something like that?” Either you ARE or you AREN’T Kuripa.

It’s complicated, ok! It’s...an obligation...And a mercy.

So you ARE planning on killing him once you get to him?

I don’t have a choice this time, ok!? It was as per ERR0RM3SS4GE’s contract!

What...!?

In Kuripa’s defense, the specification WAS that Katagiri would need to die by the end of this mission.

I understand how you both feel. I know this is...difficult for you to accept.

But believe me when I say my organization has a very good reason for this. If Katagiri isn’t executed, he WILL HURT MANY.

Kuripa already told you what he’d done to Yodogawa. To prevent a catastrophe like that, don’t you think it’s worth it?

Kuripa, listen. I don’t know how or why the Future Foundation are following through with this, but it so blatantly breaks the code.

I AM still a Branch Chief, so it’s my duty and obligation to the Foundation to prevent you as a Foundation employee, to stop BREAKING that code.

...That damn “code” again...

I’m not gonna lie to you. I can understand how things are from your perspective, and why you’ve done what you’ve done before this point. In any other given situation, I wouldn’t try to get in your way.

But I have responsibilities now, and if I just overlook this, I won’t be able to live with myself.

...

You’re a good kid Saihara. And mature with how you think about it that way. I’m proud of you.

But...you can rest easy...I’m no longer tied down by the Future Foundation’s code and “obligations” and all the other BS that comes with it...!

Wh-What do you mean...? What...did you do?

...I’ll be blunt.

I’m no longer with the Future Foundation. The Chairwoman personally gave me the boot.

!!!??

N-No...! That can’t be!

See!? THIS is why I was trying to avoid you! There’s a whole ass conspiracy going on here and neither of you have any business getting caught up in it!

I know I’m a fucked up guy, but I’ve only ever LOVED you kids! This is MY problem, and you two have no right to be caught up in this drama!

But I’m telling you this...Don’t get in our way...Because I promise you, you won’t stop what’s coming...

You guys are smart...Hopefully you’re smarter than the others...Surely you can understand what I’m doing here. I’m trying to save your friends. OUR friends.

Kuripa...I get why you think of it this way, but this isn’t right.

...Why not?

I’m happy you’re trying to save Maki, Himiko, and the others, but by taking the lives of other people...Is the sacrifice really WORTH it?

Come on Kuripa...Rantaro...Have a heart...!

No, no, noooo you just don’t understaaaaand...! There’s more at stake here if we don’t put a stop to this evil permanently.

If we don’t kill Katagiri, he might use his own program to make himself immortal, then we’ll have missed our chance to stick a nail in his brain and nip the problem in the bud...!

Not only that, but this is the one chance we’ve had in AGES to finally put a stop to Zetsubou and save our captured allies. Seiko Kimura has been rotting in Zetsubou’s hidden base for almost a year now...Remember?

But-!

Kaede...You don’t want me to make a sacrifice, even if it means we can save many people from Katagiri and Zetsubou...

But doing the reverse means we sacrifice many innocent lives...just to save one guilty one.

In the grand calculus of fate, and the story that I’m paving the way for, this sacrifice means infinitely more than the life of one senile psychopath...

*Kuripa shoots a look at Rantaro.

I’m sorry kid...But I’m just doing my job.

...!

...Fine...Do what you’ve got to do...I know I can’t stop you.

Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I’ve burdened you with this...

And with that...the upload should be-

HAAGH!

*WHAM!*

GUUGH!

!!!???

*Against everyone’s expectation, Kaede suddenly shoves Rantaro aside and snatches the drive! She grabs Shuichi’s hand makes a break for it!

What are you DOING!?

I’M SORRY ABOUT THIS!

!!!?

*Kaede drags Shuichi out of the room, still holding onto the drive. Mii-Yu hesitates, but then chooses to follow.

I apologize! But I promised BeeZero I would look after Kaede!

*She presses a button on the iron door and closes it behind

...No....No, no, no NO, NOOO!

*Kuripa grabs his sword, takes a run up, and with a kick, breaks the steel door wide open!

AAKAAAMAAATSSUUUUUU!!!

Tch...! Dammit! Maya, do NOT stop that upload!

B-But without the drive-!

We’ll get the drive back!

*Rantaro grabs a pistol from his belt and cocks it.

By FORCE if we must!

//KURIPA KURAFTO AND RANTARO AMAMI VS KAEDE AKAMATSU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND M11-YU!!//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #hdrh2o #oc #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #kuripa kurafto #m11-yu #miiyu #maya canzanilla #the monster in me arc #hyper danganronpa h2o

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so i watched the School for Good and Evil

ya’ll should know that i’ve never once touched the books, i am going into this blind and just wanna see how the movie does, as a prolific movie watcher and just that

right off the bat, i see we got JESPER FROM SHADOW AND BONE I LOVE THIS DUDE;

so they’re brothers, vv cool, oh is the Red one the evil one? yep i was right

it’s weird bc they’re brothers played by the same guy yet he just has great chemistry with himself

also, the mood just flipped from 0 to a 100 real quick, what just happened

i feel like they should’ve shown us them being brotherly and having arguments and maybe see Rafal slowly get angrier at his side always losing, bc really there was no way to see it coming. i could’ve done with a quick montage of them running the school and him growing angrier

“i prefer chaos” me too but could we get more reasons as to this whole thing other than just ‘evil’ ?

oh damn, the bad one died, i thought it would’ve been the opposite way

(but he aint really dead right? i mean)

so both girls are just hated on by the town, i can see them taking revenge together, lets all choose evil hm?

Aggie and Sophie Forever? *cough* gay

love that they just dont give a shit about what the peoples say; like insults thrown they just fly past them

Sophie just Rapunzeled this creep with a frying pan, im loving her, if i could i would choose violence too babe

“I seriously doubt there are any decent people in Gavaldon.” me too babe

so Sophie wants to get out and doesnt wanna settle for an ordinary life, why not just move in with Aggie and live out your happy lives together?

i wonder if we’ll see what happened to Leonora

so everyone ends up in the water when they get to their school? that’s a way to arrive

WOW i love the werewolf guard

“God I hate move-in day.” why do i vibe with this canine dude so much

i love that there’s a tower between the two schools, wonder what happens there

oh so Hort is Captain Hook’s kid. huh.

Tedros has got nothing on Eugene Fitzherbert

Tedros is King Arthurs kid? hm. better luck next time.

OH HE LOST HIS ARM I LOVE IT

THERE’S SOME ACTUAL DISMEMBERMENT HERE

oh hey its older Rhain, i love the actor’s work on Blackish

i mean hey look on the brightside, you got your own room to yourself

oh those bitches locked you up come on guys

if i were you i would’ve switched clothes, scaling a balcony in a dress cant be easy

whats with the creepy Cupid

WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT YOUR STUDENTS WITH ARROWS IF THEY WERE ON THE LEDGE

SOPHIE TURNING THE KNIFE ON HER WAS SO FUN

IS THAT OLIVIA RODRIGO’S BRUTAL YES

so if you can’t get a prince then you’re destined to end up as an anthropomorphic kitchen object or an animal?

what the actual fuck.

please tell me this entire school structure gets redone in the end

Hort has the makings of a good henchmen once Sophie gets more of a handle on her boss side

Gregor is a guy i can vibe with

idk who that random guy was with Sophie kissing him but he just made me laugh

Sophie growing into her evil side is showing and im liking it

Tedros and Aggie have a fun dynamic, hopefully he doesnt disappointment

again, i’d love it if both girls go for Evil

they talked about how Good and Evil are not really balanced, haven’t been for 200 years, so it’d be interesting if both of them go for Evil (even thou im pretty sure thats not where its gonna go)

imagine hearing your son got killed in school, damn, bye Gregor

how is this side of the school truly good if this is what you do to kids that fail?

OH MY FUCK ITS THE MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE FROM HTTYD I LOVE IT

not Rafal coming in and telling everyone Sophie’s a badass

ugh, Lesso had a thing with Rafal? i was counting on her and Dovey having a secret thing

oh fuck, that’s so sad, oh she let this little girl be free, holy shit that’s epic and sad and just damn, i loved it

whats with the big bird, what’s his problem now??

i like that Dovey is very aware of how fucked up the other princesses are about being ‘good’ and recognizes that Agatha actually is good, paralleling how Sophie is actually evil

the Nevers are some sadistic little freaks huh? i get it

Sophie’s in her villain era and im not sorry about it

Sophie said villains can be hot too

i miss Gregor

why do i kinda ship them? Tedros and Sophie? like they’re not exactly in it for like the deep stuff, you can tell it was more of an appearance based relationship with Sophie having him think she’s truly Good, etc. and considering how he’s been so far tells you what kinda prince he is so really they’re kinda perfect for each other.

ya’ll really wanna risk death outside the gates for each other? i mean Sophie, he’s pretty and Tedros, you talked to her like twice, one time she shot correctly so i mean, how well do you know her that you wanna be together?

Anemone was demoted to beautification? so legit EVERYONE here knows how badly the Good School has fallen, hot damn

OH Lesso was Leonora, fun

YO SOPHIE FLIPPING THE SCHOOLS WAS GENIUS I LOVE THAT

while i dont vibe with the whole thing that this immortal who knows how old man seeks out his true love in Sophie, who im pretty sure is liks 16 or 17 or smth, i love how he corrupted good

BC IT MAKES SENSE

HAVING THE GOOD SIDE BE ABOUT GIRLS PRACTICING THEIR SMILES, REWARDING THEM FOR THEIR REVENGE IN THE END, STUDENTS WHO FAIL THREE TIMES GET BOOTED, GOOD BECAME JUST AS BAD IT’S SO SUBTLE AND IT WORKS

ok but i kinda love that the girls parallel the brothers from the beginning

#the school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #sge movie #sge netflix

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i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

#gail babbles about dumb shit

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Legends of Tomorrow: A Retrospective 1.14

This season should be over! It cannot continue like this. I remember very few plot points about the end of this season. We won't get to the 'there are no strings on me' moment for quite some time yet. So we are stuck in the mires of whatever this is.

RIVER OF TIME

This does all seem rather fruitless. Even if they do save Rip's family, what then? Savage has destroyed the world. We end up stuck in one of the many, bland but dire timelines. Ah shit, not ancient Egypt again. How is there more backstory here? We are seeing the aftermath of Rip's first attempt on Savage's life (at least from Savage's perspective). For characters that have known each other for as long as they have, it's remarkably unclear what they even know from each other.

'So what? We just kill Savage and leave Carter a brainless drone?' - honestly Kendra, yes.

They deduce that the Leviathan technology is too futuristic. They think that this means Savage has been bothering the timeline, which means they can ask the Time Masters for help. They're cops who, after decades of stalking, have finally found proof of a crime.

We look at the brig, and it hasn't even got a bench now. This seems cruel and unusual. It turns out that Savage figured out they were time travellers in 1975, which was when? I've lost track of Savage's timeline. I've lost track of Rip's timeline. Kendra's is the worst.

'Do not quote Tactitus to me. I knew him well.'

Savage claims he has held thousands of children in his arms as they died of old age. If only I believed him! If only he hadn't threatened his only daughter in the last episode! Ugh, I don't care. It takes a long time to get to the Vanishing Point. If there's one bit of time travel hooey I'll allow, it's the idea that it takes a minute from the perspective of the crew to travel through the green swirly time zone. What might seem like an immediate jump to an outsider, could take hours for a crew. Again, the rules for this show are inconsistent. The reason given here is that the Waverider was damaged, and therefore it explodes a bit.

Rip shouts 'bollocks', which was truly British of him. They get marooned thanks to Rip's actions, though I suspect he will face few repercussions. He implies that the jump ship only has enough for a one time trip, a rule which they will blatantly ignore in the future. Savage does a Loki and attempts to manipulate everyone on the ship. It does feel like they should just soundproof his cell. Or at least play loud music over him.

Rip's actions get Jax blasted by radiation, back into a flashback. I truly don't remember any of this. It is of the day that he got kidnapped by Stein. We really don't focus enough on how he was kidnapped. He had a life! He had a lovely mother. Look at her, she's so sweet. The radiation injury means that Jax is ageing at an increased rate.

'Hope springs eternal, Miss Lance.'

Is this the kitchen? At last? It looks nothing like the kitchen will look, but we are finally getting more sets! I love the kitchen later. I just like the implications of what daily life is like on the Waverider. And the running bit about the condiments.

Rip admits that he would sell the legends out to save his family over some classical music. He admits that he's pretty much already done it, now that Jax is dying. Rip always had potential, but he never quite lived up to it. Moments like these sort of fizzle out, alas. At least this episode, despite its close confines, moves a lot faster than the last.

Ray gets to punch Carter. He goes to talk to Savage, which is the worst idea in the world. Someone should at least give Savage a bean bag to sit on. He tells Ray that Kendra fell in love with him in one of her reincarnations. Gross! Poor Ray, he has so many failed engagements.

We get a Ray flashback. Oh, it's that kind of episode. And Felicity is there! I used to like her, at least in the crossover episodes (I never watched enough Arrow to know). It's the night before he left. It's not going to show us anything new to know about Ray.

'I'm off to save the universe, not fall in love.'

It does feel like Kendra should have let Ray down before this. I honestly thought that she did last episode where she had a 'we need to talk' moment with Ray. There's no point in allowing Ray to stick around, when she knows that she wants to be with Carter. Anyway, this relationship was never effective. It's dying! Huzzah.

Snart tells Jax that he deserves better, which is the most effective line in the scene it's in. Snart has a good arc in this season, where no one else does. He wants to save the team, but needs no recognition for it, and he's willing to do the hard tasks to make sure everyone gets home safe. This means protecting poor wee Jax from their biggest enemy: Rip. If only Rip were a slightly stronger character here.

'I'm asking for a little faith, gentlemen.' 'Sorry. Fresh out.'

Rip allows them an out. He tells them to leave if they want, and the robber duo are like, bye then. Ugh, now there's a Sara flashback with more Arrow stuff. I don't know what any of this means! I know that's her ex, and some people care about that, but I certainly don't. I don't care about whatever mission Sara has to free her, because she will not pursue it in the present.

Stein goes to speak to Savage so that he can save Jax. It seems like a disaster waiting to happen. Now, Stein needs to go and knick some blood from Carter. Stein at least recognises that he is being manipulated. It seems that he's played Savage, I think? Stein strands Jax in the jump ship, effectively kidnapping him again. At least this time it's for nicer reasons. Stein thinks he's going to die now that's he's separated from Jax, though the rules of Firestorm are always a bit hedgy. Of course, this means that no one else can escape in the jump ship. So now Snart and Rory have a chance to beat up Stein. They won't, but they'll consider it.

Savage gets to taunt Ray again and of course it devolves into a punch up. When oh when, will this season be over? The legends will always be stupid, but at least later it will be the fun kind of stupid, rather than the shout-at-the-screen kind of stupid I am witnessing.

'Leonard Snart, robber of ATMs!'

The next problem is trying to pilot the ship without Gideon, whilst half the team attempt to recapture Savage. Honestly, I would be like Savage if I was stuck in the brig for that long without a toilet or even a bench to sit on. Rip hands off the ship to Sara, deciding that he's not going to put any more of them in jeopardy. It's a bit of a sudden turn, but at least we are moving towards Captain Lance!

Carter gets his memories back as a bit of a Deux Ex Machina. Savage kills him again. RIP (no pun intended). No wait, he's alive. I genuinely forgot that he wasn't dead again.

They arrive to the Vanishing Point, which externally looks pretty cool. Rip claims that he's entirely reformed, and now he cares about them. Sure. Whatever you say.

There's a neat bit of dialogue where Savage asks how Rip got out of his prison way back in ancient Egypt. Turns out, Rip bribed a guard with a novelty pen. I can't say why, but I just like it. Rip's a scrappy guy who pretends to be a Time Master. He's not good at protocol, but good at thinking on his feet. He's not consistently written, alas.

Anyway, we are back at Starfleet. But there's a twist! The Time Masters sponsor Savage, he's their agent! Aha! It's a good twist, I admit, even if none of the parties are developed to their full capacity. Savage reveals he knew about the novelty pen all along, pointing out how easily he played Rip, and how unprepared the latter is. Not bad.

#legends retrospective #legends of tomorrow #dc's legends of tomorrow

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ih8me2ash · 2 years

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My Journal Entries (post #27)

I’m just going to put this here, finding friends who actually care is so super hard for some reason.

To the point that I think it’s just me, maybe I’m not a people person. I mean, I’ve always been a person to avoid others and keeps my walls up pretty high. But this is just stupid, I don’t talk to anyone besides the people in this house, I’m so alone all day, especially when my boyfriend goes to work. Since I work from home I don’t get out much. Most people think I’m very timid or I just look annoyed because of not knowing how to control my resting bitch face. Thanks, mom for that gene.

Also, close friends are getting on my nerves, I feel like none of them listen to me like I just had a conversation with an old buddy of mine that has heard this story more times than I could count about my kidney issues. Told me he had no idea, and just gave stupid comments about it, saying I should just do the surgery since I’m a borderline alcoholic. Funny enough I’ve told him I don’t have insurance multiple times too. Talk about not listening. Met two new people, but damn these bitches be dumb, because I’m back to being told all these issues on their side, and then when I open my mouth about being the littlest sad they just drop me, and then go do some other shit on social media like are ya'll for real? I literally told one of them about the other about that problem then they told me: “They were too drunk to do this conversation.” When they asked me in the first place how I was doing. So I’ve been ignoring both of them.

Lost full connection with everyone from Oklahoma, which is good. But still, before I moved here I lived with a friend beforehand because my adopted family life was getting to the point where I was thinking about killing myself, I was already starving myself and still cutting but I kept that to myself, for the most part, OH and my door were taken because of that, I was 19 and my door was taken from me. But back to her, so the thing about me losing contact with her was that it shouldn’t have happened.

She slowly started to show red flags for the last couple of months before I had enough, and I was back to thinking about killing myself. Funny how my brain does that after a while of being somewhere. But, she still has a lot of my stuff, figures that cost over 4k, and a lot of clothes. ((which I saw her wearing in a Facebook profile picture and I got extremely pissed off about.)) But the whole thing is she mostly stopped talking to me because my adopted mother was trying to get a hold of her because I blocked my whole adopted family just a few weeks after moving in with my friend because I had enough issues because my car was repossessed and I didn’t tell anyone because I wanted to handle it on my own. Didn’t work out that way, my adopted mom opened one of my letters and found out, flipped her shit and started questioning me, and then started trying to make me vote, and telling me that she fully believed in super straight. And then when I moved here, my friend was getting “harassed” and I told my friend to tell her I moved out and I wanted nothing to do with that family ever again. But then my friend was trying to force me to make things better with my adopted family and try to work things out?? Like, YOU SEE HOW CRAZY THOSE PEOPLE ARE?! I was so mad, but I kept it myself and I kept telling her I wasn’t going even to try.

Then I asked for her to mail me my W2, She said she would, few weeks passed and I asked her if she did it, and no reply. A couple more weeks later, I asked again trying really not to be bossy with her, no reply, and then she blocked me on Snapchat and Facebook Like?? You can’t just not give someone their tax forms? I think she wants me to rot in jail.

I don’t know, she got a boyfriend, after claiming she was completely into girls and I even bought her a lesbian pride flag, but she started to act more sneaky, was leaving a lot at night, would have her boyfriend over when we had no food, and he would eat it all. She hadn’t messaged me for two days when she went to hang out with him, when I asked for a ride to work ((ended up walking)) and then tried to have a serious conversation with him right there, and I cried in front of him when I hardly even spoken to this man, Would go to work herself with him still in the house like? Other people live here too. It made my boyfriend and me super uncomfortable. Anyways, that friendship was mostly ruined because of that man. She was never home. Her boyfriend was always claiming he was broke but then not even a few minutes later they would go out to eat, go to the movies or the mall. The lying was non-stop, She was treating me like I was her parents, and she also claimed she disliked her family a lot but spend every other day there too. She was just all over the place. I felt like I already lost her. Which really hurt because I and my boyfriend would never make her feel left out at all, but she was basically avoiding us. She even had the gall to say my boyfriend was toxic. My boyfriend has bipolar, but he smokes weed, or THC to help that, and sometimes couples get into arguments, which I and my boyfriend hardly do, and the day she was referring to was when I was upset because my therapy wasn’t going to continue and I was out of smokes so I got upset with my boyfriend so we got into it. But that was mostly it, but now he was toxic.

I don’t know, I felt misplaced with her and replaced. We made plans if we were single by 30 we were going to marry each other at one point, I helped her a lot after too big breakups. I spent a lot of time trying to get her out of the house. Helped her love herself again, we laughed, we cried, and we had good times, she was my rock and I was hers. I was even making plans with her more than my own ex-partner and I. That’s one of the reasons why I broke it off with my ex. I for real lost a partner because of her. And this is what I get? To be forgotten like a childhood toy, did I fulfill my purpose? She made me feel like a nobody like I was just another bystander. That we weren't even friends anymore, and she hardly even acted like she cared when she dropped us off at the airport, which I and my boyfriend were surprised she did because she came home around 3 in the morning when we had to be there at 8ish in the morning.

I don’t know what to do about friendships. I think that at the end of the day, I’m the problem? Maybe I am, I’m too much maybe.. I’m not saying I’m a saint but I have a lot of baggage. Maybe I’m just meant to keep this shit to myself, I only really talk to Dom about these thoughts, if any. Actually, I don’t want him to worry all that much. But that's why I was trying to find those friends. People to help me through that bad times, like they said they would help. They never did. So now I’m here confused and hurt because I just wanted a shoulder to cry on because I feel like if it’s always going to be my boyfriend he's going to leave me. Why do I think like that? I think everyone here secretly hates me, I feel like my boyfriend can do so much better. Then the thoughts, Jesus the thoughts are so loud and always in my head no matter what I do to make them go away. As I was writing my boyfriend came in, and said: oh you writing again hell yeah! I leave you to it then. And remember his toxic

- ａｓｈｔｏ n ♡

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Piranesi Review

read: sep 2022

rating: 4 stars

content warnings for the book are under the cut

goodreads link

summary:

summarising this is tricky, i’m gonna be honest. it’s told in diary entries from our main character, piranesi, as he explores The House where he lives and spends time with someone he only refers to as The Other as they work to achieve The Other’s goal. ‘The House’ is a bit of an understatement, there’s literally hundreds of rooms, each with multiple statues, and there’s weather indoors, it’s a whole thing. (i’m trying to avoid spoilers can you tell)

opinion:

purely on style alone, this is worth a read. the diary entries are very reminiscent (to me) of late 1800s/early 1900s texts, what with the intermittent capitalisation (it has a name?) and some of the word choices (he says “highly irregular” at one point). it very much commits to the bit and it really sold me on the world, possibly more than anything else did. it never outstayed its welcome either, as it potentially could have done. it was just deliberate enough to be a definite part of the world-building, but not so deep that it was inaccessible.

piranesi, too, i enjoyed as a POV character. being inside his head, especially as the story went and things changed/went wrong and he reacted to those things in ways that were really interesting to follow. he definitely carries the book. (there’s more in the spoiler bit below).

my only real gripe (that’s not nit-picky) is the plot. there’s such a sense of atmosphere in the first third, and i was genuinely hooked and curious as to what was going on and then it just…resolves. there’s this character who turns up (see spoilers if you wanna know) who just explains everything and then never appears again? and that was still interesing for character reasons, but i felt really deflated as a reader (like, that’s it?) and it kind of lost momentum for me after that.

were there still mysteries and good reveals? absolutely. were there still some excellent atmospheric moments? oh yeah. best part for me was somewhere around the halfway/two-thirds mark, not near the start.

but for me it never quite regained that feeling from the start. tbh by the time we got to the ending/plot resolution it felt a bit rushed. not too bad, i don’t think it ruined the book by any means and i’m not sure what i was hoping for instead, but still a bit meh.

i think that’s all i can say without spoilers?

i think i’ve complained here more than i intended asdfghjkl this was a good book! i’d recommend! it’s got flaws, but it’s an intriguing book and a fun way to spend an afternoon.

spoilers

content warnings: themes of cults, cult leaders and cult-like behaviour; kidnapping; fear of one’s own mind.

i feel like most of this is complaints asdfghjkl these are minor things for the most part honestly, they just add up in a way that detracted from the overall experience for me.

laurence, ohhhh laurence. (moment of acknowledgement that he’s an absolute piece of shit and a well-crafted one at that. okay moving on). why does he turn up? why does he say all that to piranesi? it felt like info that the reader needed, but that wouldn’t fit in anywhere else, so he just comes in to info dump and then leave never to be seen again. i was expecting him to come back and do some villainy, or some manipulation or smth, but no.

i liked piranesi’s reaction to him, and his eventual decision that no, none of this is true, and later down the line how he approaches proving it to be true/untrue in his own way. i just wish that it hadn’t been so info-dumpy.

i kind of flip flop on whether i like that there was nothing more on the statues or the westernmost hall. i like that all the info we get is via laurence or ketterly or piranesi, people who have all experience the house in their own way. it’s supposed to be this esoteric, unknowable place, and it definitely succeeds in that. it ends in a way which allows you to form your own opinion. but, simultaneously, it feels like threads that get dropped in and go nowhere. maybe it’s just me wanting to know too much. even typing this now i don’t know how i feel about it. i’ve almost convinced myself i like it.

raphael felt underdeveloped. she kind of turns up to save/offer our main character and then do nothing else. obvs the whole thing is from our main character’s pov, so there’s a whole world of plot that we don’t see, but i wish we’d had more from her than just this angel archetype, especially when she seems to matter to the main character a great deal. (there’s probably some deeper saviour stuff in there, but it’s so late-game that i’m tentative in attaching that level of depth).

which, by the way, love the evolution that the main character goes on from piranesi to whoever he is at the end, both piranesi and matthew rose sorensen and this amalgam of both and neither. i don’t think i’ve ever finished a book and had no idea what to call the main character anymore asdfghjkl but yeah, the changes in the writing as we jump back and forward in time, or even in mindsets, was all very very good.

#book review #bookblr #piranesi #susanna clarke #4 stars #i did enjoy this i really did #everyone raved about it when it came out and i can definitely see why #also apparently there are chronicles of narnia links #i caught some of them but not all #cos i haven't read all of those books sooooo #do with that what you will #not queued

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