#i spent so much time on this originally and now going through it again wow

[the-kipsabian]

is kip sabian a tumblr sexyman

//kinda heavily edited 7/28/23. im trying to be more neutral about this, still keeping this within just the on-screen character. added in a few more things that are on the list linked below, so the results have actually kinda drastically changed now these are still just my opinions and ofc this doesnt negate how hes really perceived, its just interesting to see this being called out so many times but when you put actual evidence on it, boy how the tables turn lmao

so we all have probably heard the question by now

seeing this post on my dash, i have found resources now to see for myself, collect data and give you the actual result to this burning question

i got you tropes, my takes on them and whether they apply to him under the cut. things to note, this is my personal view tho im trying to keep it neutral, and im only tackling the on-screen character as its been portrayed on tv and some other special occasions when it has specifically shined through (take him invading ocs streams for example)

green is yes red is no yellow is maybe anything in italics are an edit from the original post

4th wall blurring - technically wrestling is already very blurred lines, but take the kip/oc feud for example and the lengths he took it to on social media, twitch etc. outside the ring

Androgynous - arguable, its the eyeliner for me bro. that and the way he carries himself. currently this also includes the hair/hair colors and the eye shadow. gender is a social construct

Animal theming

Angst - it depends how you view it. its not like full blown angst sadness, but it sure does exist, especially with how he talks about himself tbh

Bait - he just organically formed into this shape. i dont believe he specifically designed this style or characteristics to make himself be perceived as a tumblr sexyman

British

Burton

Capitalist

Chaoslord

Chronokinetic

Criminal

Cosmic

Clown

Controversial - i dont know why some of yall hate him so much but apparently people do so. whatever

Deadpan snarker - he can be, but not to a point of a defining character trait

Dealmaker

Detective

DILF - not yet

Distinctive voice - so the source list updated this to feature catchphrases and yes. "embrace the change", "time doesnt heal it changes you", "underrated and over it". you get the deal

Divorced

Dominating - there are cases. but mostly i think hes just a pathetic fool idk. but also this is a theming in wrestling in general so like. go figure

Duality - with and without the box, there is a difference

Egotistical

Eldritch - only in fanon i think ive seen this one. and partially personally applied this one lol (tho i mean idk if we get the box back in some form we might see more hints about this so it might turn into a maybe!!)

Eye imagery

Fanon splintering

Forest Dweller

Gay/LGBTQ+ coded

Girlboss

Glowing neon

Goo

Himbo - okay listen. as much as i would LOVE to mark this one as a solid yes, since we are strictly talking about boxman era and after on-screen kip, this doesnt stand, as he doesnt show himbo behavior on camera. im keeping it as a maybe tho, just for the sake of showing that im aware and i care <3

Hot-headed

Intelligence - also counts for the sub category smartdumb. an idiotic mastermind

Johnlocked - dont get me wrong, ive seen ships, but i dont think its ever been super extensive or overpowering. yall need to work harder lol. unfortunately despite my personal bias and seeing its growth in popularity, i still cannot mark this even as a maybe

Knifemurder

Mad scientist

Magnificent bastard - im just gonna copy the definition here. "As per TV Tropes, a Magnificent Bastard is a "villain (or morally gray character at best) portrayed as confident, charming schemers who thinks on their feet, outsmarts their competitors with style and grace, and remains graceful even in the event of defeat"."

Marked canon/fanon divergence

Monster features

Mysterious - boxhead in the crowd for months building intrigue + the unadvertised meet and greets at events. plus seemingly extensive lore we never get/got, unexplained box mysteries, etc.

Neurodivergent - i was thinking about excluding this, but he talks about his adhd so openly PLUS a big part of boxman came from the depression and anxiety of when he was on the shelf after surgery so. it counts for me

Nonhuman

Object head

Obscured face - technicality, but i count it as he wore the box for so fucking long. we didnt see his actual face for literally a year

Obsessive - HAVE YOU SEEN HOW OFTEN HE TWEETS AT OC i rest my case

Oncelerization

Pale twink - im making a personal decision to say no on this as none of the definitions really hit the mark like, at all. literally the only ones on the list are 'young' and 'dude' like. nope

Parental figure

Parental issues

Pathetic - A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Perpetual smiler - he gets the shit kicked out of him in the ring and still fucking laughs at it on the spot

Power

Power of love - yall have seen penelope, right?

Religious imagery - no, but marking sub category demonic as a maybe since connections to penelope

Retro - this is interesting, im putting it down as maybe since its not really showing but the current design choices with the grayscale gear makes me think about old timey stuff

Robot

Royalty

Scars

Secret agent

Short

Tall - im withdrawing this one, since the definition is "really/abnormally tall" and hes only 5'11 so. this was marked as a 'maybe' before

Teacher figure

Theme song

Thin - "characters that are fairly slim but dont fit under pale twink" i can accept this lol

Traitor/Twist villain

Twisted freaking cycle path

Unkempt

Upper class - i dont necessarily consider it but i guess. keeping this as a maybe since the suit aesthetic is very high class so

Urban legend aesthetics - CRYPTID RIGHTS FOR KIP

Villain/Morally gray/Refined villain/Technically antagonist

Well-dressed/Suitguy/Long coat - suit, pinstripes, long coat. i kind of want to also say the alt fashion counts here since he can be very emo but you know

White twink humanization - all im asking is that you dont humanize that box. please

White hair

29/75 40/75 6/75

final thoughts:

so i see where this thought comes from. he definitely hits like some of the biggest tropes (fancy british man with an object head, a stupidly catchy theme song and catchphrases, a hot wife and a plan to dominate orange cassidy the world), but we are also missing some obvious ones like him being just a stupid murder whore so like. go figure

this is a very subjective list im aware, there are a few things that could probably be seen differently but i, as a self proclaimed Expert And Conspiracy Theorist In The Kip Sabian Space™, will hold this belief system until someone tells me otherwise lmao

anyways this was just for fun dont take this as seriously as i did the first time around lol. enjoy, just dont argue with me. if you need any tropes need explaining, look at the link above and/or just ask and i'll let you know what i was thinking with marking them if there arent notes explaining or if they are confusing

✌

[jezebelgoldstone]

RRR (2022, dir S. S. Rajamouli)

things i am not now and likely never will get over from RRR

DRIFT COMPATIBLE BATTLE COUPLE DETECTED

queer? platonic? queerplatonic? who gives a shit no matter what it was it was AWESOME

Colonialism Is Bad Actually: The Musical

the symbolism. holy shit. every BIT of it was absolutely amazing.

wow all the mains in this movie are just, really hot? my poor lil pan heart had a rough time with this one ngl

the fact that someone (likely many someones) watched this movie about Colonialism Is Bad Actually and said 'you know what let's dub this whole thing into Hindi and English and then not give an option to watch it with the original Telugu dialogue' sure was,,,,,,,,, A Choice

THE MUSIC

by which i mean the actual song-and-dance numbers as well as the like story soundtrack all of it is going on my playlist asap

listen the spirk-behind-glass scene is awful. spock and kirk can't even touch. they can hear. they can see. but they cannot touch. and i in my sweet ignorant bliss thought that was as bad as it could get.

tonight i learned that holding someone in your arms through the bars of their cell is so much worse

I watched it on Netflix but i looked it up on a few other ahem websites and on EVERY SINGLE ONE Telugu audio wasn't even an option.

there was not one single chance to tie things together or make a connection or do a setup/payoff or callback that was not taken. not a single one.

everything about this movie is 100% Extra

in short: this movie is a masterclass

aaaaaand the rest below a cut because WOW i have a lot to say actually

which brings me to the dancing oh my gods. not sure i've ever seen such enthusiastic dancing in anything in my entire life. seriously by the final number i was exhausted just watching them

in general, this movie is: stunning

"RAM." "BHEEM." "SEETHA." IT'S ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM.

also this was kinda hilarious because i watched it in hindi [the least disorienting option] and they kept SAYING "ram" but in the subs it was always fuckin RAJU so like. again with the Choices. like seriously what was the thought process there. WAS there a thought process.

FIRE. WATER. STORY. I JUST. I. HELP ME.

i ADORED jenny. with my whole entire heart. she is one of the very BEST examples of Ignorance Is A Privilege and also At What Point Does Ignorance Become Malicious that i have ever ever seen. i loooooooooved it. i mean i hated it a whole lot while it was happening but also i am SO GLAD that now rather than trying to explain all of this to people i can just tell them to watch this movie and then sit them down and be like, so what are your thoughts on jenny's culpability in literally everything?

oh and how you can be a kind person and still do atrocities! like jenny is so sweet and so kind and you just like her so much and yet. and yet.

t h e s y m b o l i s m

i cannot remember the last time i saw a movie so visually stunning. the cinematography is breathtaking. pause on just about any random frame and it could be a movie poster or hanging in an art gallery or what have you.

they also dubbed all the lines that were actually in english? i mean i get it for the characters who spent most of the movie speaking Telugu because you'd need their voices to stay the same through the whole movie yeah fine whatever. but like. they dubbed all the ENGLISH characters, too? like literally dubbed them from english into english??? the dialogue matched their mouths except the timing was veeeery sliiiiiiiightly off but it SOUNDED really obviously dubbed??? Y THO???

HOLY SHIT THE FIGHT SCENES OH MY GODS

Malli. Malli honey i love you. i'm just realizing i don't know if that's your actual name gods damn it. but whatever your name is child i love you.

and did i mention that everyone in this movie is beautiful? like. seriously. Ram and Bheem especially holy SHIT.

Physics Does Not Work Like That And I Do Not Care Because That Was AWESOME: The Musical

oooohhhhh they re-recorded and dubbed the fucking SONGS too. i am so pissed about this y'all i can't even tell you.

oh i want to do a whole entire post that's even longer than this one about the symbolism. hell i could probably do a whole entire post just on the fire/water symbolism even without everything else. It was AMAZING.

okay ram is fire and bheem is water and ram's people go to a valley on the shores of a river and the river is in literally every shot of the village and just ram BEING fire but water being a place of HOME and SAFETY for ram

i'm not crying shut up

MALLI AND HER MOTHER TRY TO REACH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CANNOT TOUCH THROUGH THE GLASS

BHEEM AND MALLI HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HER CONFINEMENT AND HE HAS TO LET GO AND LEAVE HER

BHEEM AND RAM HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HIS CONFINEMENT AND BHEEM RIPS THE DOOR RIGHT OFF

ooooooohhhhhhh and people holding hands right before they part. oh that hurts. all of those hurt so bad.

how every single time people held hands when they parted they always held on till the last possible second EXCEPT FOR RAM'S MOM.

she lifts her hand away from him and then pulls back and it was devastating

Predators Do Not Work Like That But I Do Not Care Because That Was Awesome And Also They Ate A Bunch Of Colonizing Cops: Queercoded Edition (ACAB)

bheem with his arms spread and rope or chains around his wrists or in his hands. i just. the way it flipped back and forth from 'he has the power' to 'he is helpless' to 'he should be helpless and isn't' was just. breathtaking.

AND THEN. AND THEN RAM. CHAINED UP THE SAME WAY. DOING THE SAME GODDAMN THING AND USING THE FACT THAT HE'S CHAINED UP FOR HIS OWN FUCKING PURPOSES BECAUSE HE SAW BHEEM DO IT FIRST DON'T TOUCH ME

okay listen this movie would've been good no matter what but like. they really are just SO beautiful. and. when ram. with like the long hair. and. beard. and like. you know? like. his. his hair. his general. everything. um.

literally at the most emotionally inappropriate moment i literally thought about that whole 'i saw a man so beautiful i started crying' thing and like that almost literally happened literally

Why There Can't Be Any Such Thing As Good Cops: The Romance (ACAB)

and like here's the thing i'm not sure i would've even NOTICED this had it not been for the linguistic chauvinism with the audio and everything but like both of them were hindu and a lot of the symbolism though awesome was also really strongly hindu and i just i don't know nearly enough about hindutva to have any kind of opinion BUT i also feel like maaaaaaaybe there was something a little uncomfy about some of this

oh no wait the suspenders dance. that might've actually been the best part. yeah.

oh all the british actors did SUCH a good job being so eminently punchable

throw cheetahs at each other! and snakes! somehow have upper body strength greater than the force exerted by a 800+ lb tiger lunging! throw those motorcycles! punch through those walls without breaking your fingers! use herbal paste to heal broken bones in a matter of a minutes! break solid stone with nothing but the strength of your shoulders and gay love! i am so here for all of this!!!

Throw Rocks Marble Pillars Live Tigers Cops At Cops: The Movie (ACAB)

i love that jenny felt bad for the poor little girl who got kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned so she. bought her a dress and a toy.

you know, to make her feel better about the whole 'being kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned' thing.

instead of doing, i don't know know, literally anything else. like even just saying to her aunt 'hey this makes me sad' or something. #solidarity.

the violence was violent and the romance was sweet

okay so during the fight at the midpoint like i know that by the end of it ram and bheem are literal fire and water BUT ALSO. Ram enters the scene in a flaming carriage and from that point forward the fountain is in pretty much every shot of bheem. just sayin.

love that lachu (or whatever his name really is) told ram that there was no cure. like yes! you go man! ram may be so beautiful that in forty minutes i'm going to be in tears but that's no reason to tell a cop the truth about anything! you lie to that cop man!

A BRITISH SOLDIER HIT LOKI IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

BHEEM HIT RAM IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

i know other people got hit in the head with tree branches too but STILL

honestly i really like that ram and bheem were, well, ram and bheem. but i mean im glad they weren't like ram and lakshman or bheem and arjun or something. not even just because that would've been brotherly like i'm glad they weren't arjun and krishna or something either. i liked that their names weren't from the same story. i liked it better this way and i can't even articulate why.

i am never ever ever going to get over the progression of part of bheem's introduction being something going wrong and him holding two ropes (he has all the power) with his arms spread and that being used to show us how incredibly strong he is -> something going wrong and bheem with ropes around his wrists (he shouldn't have any power at all) holding his arms spread and that being used to show how incredibly strong he is in a completely different way

like every time there were ropes or chains in bheem's hands or around his wrists it meant something, and it was a beat in the rhythm of a discernable arc, but now i can't remember all of them gdi

oooohhhhh there was SO much more symbolism i wanted to talk about but it's so late that i have a headache and this post is so long my computer's lagging like two sentences behind so i should stop and go to bed. sigh.

just go watch this movie, okay? pleae? I cannot IMAGINE who would've read this whole thing,m but if you did, just watch it, all rigth? (and if you happen to know of any site - ANY site - where i can watch it in FUKIN TELUGU kindly drop a link please and thank)

[alvivaarts]

About Separate Ways (Spoilers)

Wow, guys. I was super excited to get gameplay footage/input from friends about Separate Ways (too broke to own the base game myself) to put into my longfic, but aside from some super cute Luis/Ada moments, I am... dissapointed.

Capcom hire me, at least I can keep the plot consistent because what the actual fuck.

Will discuss below to avoid spoilers (much more story than gameplay, but gameplay wasn't great either), but I'm not going into insane detail save for some things. READERS BE WARNED!

I'm also specifically looking at this through the lens of my own fanfic, Simulation Swarm, which is my take on how Las Plagas works and infected!Leon (in addition, infected!Ashley and a lot of Leon's unacknowledged trauma and relationship issues throughout the game series). I was majorly excited about Separate Ways because it implied that Ada also gets infected- which I really want to still implement even if it changes a LOT of major things about the fic.

I'll go over the good stuff first. AKA, stuff I'm keeping, and not retconning.

1- Luis' characterization was still amazing. It was really nice to see his character balance out Ada's, how he's still as chipper as he can be. Additionally, it's VERY clear how much he cares for Leon and Ashley alike, and he goes out of his way to get Ada the suppressant and still respects her throughout that process. 2- Pesanta/IT/U-3's design with slightly more of a scorpion shape. That was sick! 3- The fact that Ada was aware of most of Leon's movements and a lot of what happened, and in a way was following him around and handling things he couldn't/wasn't aware of. * 4- Ada didn't help Leon into the chair, Ashley did. But that scene isn't even shown. 5- Luis and Ada def had chemistry, and it was so cute!

Well! Short list. Now for the bad stuff. AKA, shit I'm retconning/ignoring/pretending never happened (most of the DLC).

1- Ada's infection is weird as fuck. She got... shot? And infected? And then, infuriatingly (because I've spent WAY too much time thinking about the physiology of Las Plagas and researching w/ the help of others how the infection would work) PUKES UP her plagas?!?!? HELLO!? This in particular drives me insane because like. Las Plagas nests and develops behind the sternum, between the lungs, where it can attach to the nervous system along the spine. It is TOO BIG for a human body to fight against, it's growth shoving lungs out of the way is why people cough up blood. It's nowhere near the throat or stomach and clearly it's extremely well engineered/evolved for human hosts not to end up in conveniently the wrong location. And if she did puke it up, at that point, miraculously, after two days? Her intestines are fucked. She's dying of internal bleeding. I don't fucking care how much of a bad bitch Ada is because at that point Wesker wasn't gonna help her. The fuck? Capcom, know your own lore challenge. 2- We got NO backstory, not even HINTS about Ada's past and origins. Again. 3- * Seriously made Ada's character into a very flat character and removed a lot of the urgency/clear want for her to help Leon from the original DLC. Seriously, she does not gaf about anything but her mission and making it more convenient for herself. Everything she does to help Leon is sheerly coincedence- which, honest to fuck, does not line up. Especially considering she appears to completely lack empathy until... uh oh, Wesker wants to kill a bunch of people? Like sure, she has that BRIEF conversation with Leon in the boat but like... what happened to the people she has history with, the people she could've ABSOLUTELY been saving to spite Wesker and allow her to have her own motives until whoop-de-doo, uh oh, gotta stop a genocide! Be so for real. 4- Bonus: After Luis helped her and she'd made the deal to get him out, he, still dying, calls her with a warning about Krauser. It took a long time for him to die. She SHOWED UP after witnessing the fight and pretty much just... left him. Despite all of that. Which I get from a 'not fucking with canon' standpoint, but seriously. 0 effort. 5- Krauser literally fucking gets away when she fights him???? 6- Wesker keeps making appearances. For some reason. It's not even clear why, he literally just shows up to be intimidating and to threaten Ada into doing the job but like. At that point, honest to fuck, he could've done it himself? Also it was majorly hard to empathize with Ada considering we STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER OR HER MOTIVATIONS. 7- Luis has no distinct fire trauma. (Okay. Revoking this after the discussion, I just had a no media literacy moment after everything I was taking in. Luis' response was actually pretty good and honestly? Should be appreciated. Though it does bring up another point- while I love Luis, I guess I was walking in with it more being an expectation for it to be 'Ada's Story'. We didn't get that, though the Luis background was great!) 8- Ashley's interaction with Ada was a single line asking for help and Ada just. Walks off.

Anyway, everything I've seen first hand and have discussed with others has left a sour taste in my mouth. Boo, @Capcom. Good thing I can make up my own stupid little stories and pretend that none of that happened.

[villainleoau]

Happy One Year Anniversary!

Wow it is crazy to think that a year ago today, I was shown a video that made me go “haha, Leo’s kinda like that” over and over again until halfway through I was like “…wait”. Then I sent a tweet out talking about it. The rest is history 🥰💙✨

I am so grateful for my friends (and now co-creators WOOO) and all their hard work and fantastic brains as we’ve ping ponged art and writing and concepts off one another. We spent much of our early months developing the story in private, and had quite a fun time doing so! In fact, we are still doing that, and as each arc comes up, we have gathered more details and inspiration to help us form a rich story and develop the characters (fan and original alike) to grow and change. Seriously it’s been the most fun I’ve ever had working on a project, and it’s wild to think it’s been a YEAR!

Thank you so much to all of you out there who support our work. It means the world to us to get comments and asks and likes and reblogs. We have been hard at work and everyone’s efforts are incredibly appreciated by me and by the team. I know updates have been slower but I don’t plan on dropping this story. It means too much to me.

Blood Moon Arc is on the horizon, but in the meantime, if you aren’t current to the plot, feel free to look through the blog, and check out our fanfic collection on AO3 right here!!

Thank you again to all our readers and supporters! Enjoy your day and your year! 🥰

Much Love,

Starr ✨

[moonlight-blue-rose]

Part 4 of my journey with the 1863rd arc, yesterday I didn't even realise I've spent 4 hours on 4 chapters....

ch 295

… h u h? huhhhhh?????

This,,, makes sense actually. I wondered how she would kill yjh but never guessed it would be through such means…

Oh. Oh. It was Yoo Joonghyuk, wasn’t it? He was the one who told her to protect the people he loves until the end she thought of. That’s why he promised to die, didn’t he…

Ahhhh the back and forth, “some call it salvation” – was that a dig at kdj’s modifier? Because it sure feels like one

And what does she mean “it isn’t the world I made”? Is it because of the Covenant? Or is it because it is a world reached after 1862 regressions? I really don’t think kdj is right about his guess for hsy’s Covenant. Something just doesn’t add up

Of course he didn’t haha

Oh Kim Dokja you sly little- So that was the decision he reached in the end

... holy-…

Ch 296

Wow, just, the description… I have already spoiled myself yjh’s sponsor but every time they are referenced in the story is with such mystery and ‘otherness’ that leaves a big impression. Just, wow…

Snow… reminds me of the snow garden between the letters, the space only a reader can hide in…

Oh Yoo Joonghyuk… (╥╯^╰╥)

It’s a very faint voice… A voice suffocated underneath all the others… But it’s still there… Kim Dokja heard it…

The whole scene that feels like slow motion… Kim Dokja’s determination, his desire to see the ending, an ending, even if it’s not the ideal one he wanted… Why does all of this feel like defeat? And yet at the same time like a culmination to everything he has ever wanted... Even if he is not part of that story… he still wanted to see it…

I want to go there and shake him, ask him why is he giving up? The Kim Dokja I’ve read about didn’t give up, even if everything looked impossible. I want to tell him there is another way. But there isn’t, is it? He tried. He gave his best. There is nothing he himself can do anymore… And it’s just so unfair, to see him bow down like this, here and now… But at the same time, it’s a decision only he, the person who loves this story the most in the world, can make… The decision of a Reader… God, this arc is giving me too many emotions

Hahaha, of course he would throw himself on the path of an attack meant for yjh. He did the same with the 41st sys too after all

"Director of the false last act" such a fitting name

It does! It does… It’s a world only Kim Dokja could create…

Ch 297

It’s what you deserve for making yjh eat soil lmaooo

Honestly, the whole orv feels like that one post here on Tumblr “I’m asking you to endure it.” Yes, it may be incredibly selfish. Yes, you will suffer and it will hurt so much. But, still, please, endure. Orv just has this particular taste…

*crying* It’s the first time he admitted that he just doesn’t want Yoo Joonghyuk to die…

Honestly, it felt really strange since we got wos’s revisions but, the original text of wos disappeared forever. It was the story he grew up with. It was the story he fell in love with. And yes, it means so much that he can influence the third turn so they can reach the end but… But the original text disappeared. If I was Kim Dokja, I would feel heartbroken. Your memories can remain for only so much, that why losing the original text hit me hard. Yes, kdj has his strange mind library thing but can he go there at will? Maybe he could in the future. But it still makes me wonder whether kdj represses these feelings. I wonder whether he reread the text again and again in the 1863rd round not only to find a way out but also for himself. As a last attempt to keep this story with himself just for a little longer…

This whole arc is just pure pain, I understand why everyone is crying about it

… I knew it but having it confirmed hurts a lot more… Yoo Mia… His only baby sister… and his mother figure too… (╥╯^╰╥)

…. Everything until the end of the chapter… I need a moment… Yoo Joonghyuk…

At this point I can’t even explain what I’m feeling (╥╯^╰╥)

BOTH, BOTH ARE REAL!

He picked Kim Dokja’s coat… He abandoned the person he was and turned away so he can become someone new, someone who isn’t “the protagonist”… Yoo Joonghyuk, who found a different answer altogether

One of them is gone forever… I can’t believe this. I-

At this point I’m just crying- He isn’t a character, he isn’t a character

Ch 298

Kim Dokja having a panic attack is really understandable, with the way everything ended. Dissociation time yay! *sighs*

Of course he would want her to be honest with the rest of the party… He loves them too much not to do at least this for them…

Yeah… Maybe it was finally a time he did that… Not being chained down by the “protagonist” title but just being Yoo Joonghyuk…

A baby?? Is this referencing yjh’s sponsor? There was the sound of a baby laughing when they were described earlier. Uhhhhh I don’t know at this point

Hahaha of course she got attached. No matter which one it is, hsy has such a big, bleeding heart

I don’t think I can finish the arc today, these few chapters were just so draining. Hopefully there won’t be much to cry about in the next chapters, I don’t think I’ll be able to bear so much emotional damage in such a short time…

[haddonfieldwhore]

headfirst, fearless - will borgen

will borgen x reader (welcome to the party pt.2)

summary: you and will go on your first date

warnings: none i think but i’m not super happy with how this one turned out tbh

word count: 1.8k part one is here

your head wasn’t pounding nearly as much as you thought it would be when you woke up, and you smiled at the fact that the drunken haze hadn’t wiped the cute brunette from your memories. after having a shower and some breakfast, you got out your phone and texted will, as you promised matty you would.

you smiled at your phone as you texted will your address, and he replied saying he would pick you up at five that evening. it was 11 am now, giving you plenty of time to get ready.

you were excited to see will again, and thankful that you hadn’t been so drunk that you’d made a fool of yourself last night. at least if you did, it wasn’t enough to scare him away.

will texted you at exactly five o clock to say that he was waiting outside your place, and after one quick look in the mirror, you were out the door. you were wearing a simple outfit, just a warm sweater, your jacket, and some jeans, along with your winter boots and some gloves to combat the chill in the seattle winter air.

will was standing next to his car when you got outside and you greeted him with a smile as he opened the passenger door for you.

“thanks,” you smiled. “it’s really nice to see you again.”

“yeah, i had a lot of fun last night,” he agreed as he began to drive down the road. “i am looking forward to not being a drunken idiot in front of you today though,” he said with a laugh.

“you weren’t an idiot,” you laughed with him. “i was worried i was, so i guess we were both worried for no reason.”

“i guess so,” he smiled. at a red light, he took off his grey beanie to run his hands through his hair, before placing it back on his head.

“did you and the guys have fun celebrating last night?”

“yeah, we had a good time. matty was still barely awake when i left to pick you up.”

“you guys live together?” you asked, and he nodded.

“yeah, we have a house together next to yanni and his family’s. it’s nice being so close together.”

“that does sound nice,” you agreed.

you spent the short drive to the market getting to know eachother; mostly small stuff like where you were from originally, what kind of music you liked, what you did over the holidays.

the car pulled up outside the market, strings of thousands of lights decorating the trees, lampposts, and stalls for different shops.

“wow, it’s gorgeous.”

“yeah,” will smiled, thinking that as you looked at all the lights, you were still the prettiest thing there.

will held your hand as you walked through the thin layer of snow that coated the ground.

“i love the snow,” you smiled, watching as tiny snowflakes twirled through the air, falling from the sky and covered the roofs of each market stall. there were vendors selling baked goods, crafts, hot chocolate, and so much stuff that you couldn’t even see everything at once. there was even a small skating rink set up, not big enough for hockey, but large enough that people could comfortably skate around.

“what do you want to see first?” will asked.

•

your toes had gone quite cold after about two hours of walking around the market, and even the hot chocolate you’d bought only marginally helping fight off the chill of january.

you had bought a couple craft items, such as a handknit potholder from a sweet old lady, as well as some cookies that you and will shared while watching people skate around.

“do you know how to skate?” will asked, and you shook your head.

“no,” you said with a laugh. “i think i would hurt myself if i tried.”

“you said you trust me?” he asked, extending a hand to you as he stood up.

“yes, but we don’t have skates.”

“even easier then,” he smiled, leading you out into the ice. it thankfully wasn’t too slippery where you felt like you were going to fall down, but enough that you could easily shuffle around. will ‘skated’ backwards as he held onto both of your hands, making sure you didn’t slip. somehow, you knew if you fell he would catch you, and it took away any fear you had in that moment.

“i don’t know how you do this, never mind while trying to shoot the puck and not get hit.”

“practice,” he smiled. “it’s kind of like second nature to me at this point.”

after a few more minutes you felt a little more steady on your feet. still , you didn’t travel too far from the edge of the rink, and never let go of will. you couldn’t imagine the added difficulty of trying to balance on skates.

“you should come to a game sometime. the guys want to see you again almost as much as i did.”

“really?” you asked, and he nodded.

“yeah. just let me know and i can get you tickets,” will smiled. “and yeah, the guys think you’re great.”

“thanks! they seem really cool too.”

“they kept asking me when i was going to see you again,” he said, and the pink blush on his cheeks from the cold hid the slight embarrassment in his face.

“well you can tell them that we went out today. and i don’t know about you but i’m having a really good time,” you smiled, hoping he felt the same.

“me too,” he smiled, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “it is getting cold though, so it might be time for me to take you home.”

“okay,” you agreed, and he helped you off the ice. you walked hand in hand back to his car, rubbing you hands together once you got inside as you waited for him to start the engine.

“what is it?” you asked, his eyes lingering on your face with a smile as he waited for the windows to defrost.

“you have a snowflake on your cheek,” he said, and reached over to wipe it off your cheekbone with his thumb. his hand lingered on your face, and your heart sped up.

“you know all i could think about in the cab ride home last night was how much i wish i had kissed you,” you whispered, and his eyebrows raised raised.

“really?” he hummed. “that’s good to know,” he smiled. “do you want me to kiss you now?”

you nodded, and will leaned closer, gently pressing his lips to yours, the taste of hot chocolate on his tongue. you smiled as he pulled away, the kiss definitely worth the wait.

“i really wanted to kiss you last night too, just for the record.”

“good to know,” you repeated what he’d said, and he smiled before putting the car in gear and starting the drive back to your place.

it was only around 8:30 when you pulled up outside your place, and you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

“do you want to come in for a bit?” you asked, hoping it wasn’t too forward.

“sure,” he agreed thankfully, turning off the car and following after you up to your apartment.

his phone beeped in his pocket and he glanced at it with a laugh.

“matty’s asking where i am,” he smiled, and you laughed as you turned the kettle on in case either of you decided to make coffee or tea.

“you didnt tell him where you were going?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“no,” he said with a laugh. “i was worried he might try to tag along.” you laughed as you walked over to the couch and sat down.

“while i did like hanging out with your friends, it was nice to hang out just the two of us,” you admitted, and will walked over and sat down on the couch next to you.

“yeah, it was.” he watched as you shivered slightly. “are you still cold?”

“a little,” you grabbed a blanket from the basket next to you couch, but will pulled you gently into his side, wrapping his arms around you as you pulled the blanket over your laps.

“better?” he asked.

“yes, thank you,” you hummed as you snuggled into him.

“maybe i just wanted to steal the blanket from you,” he teased, as it now rested over his lap as well.

“well if that was the case you could’ve just asked,” you laughed, looking up at him.

will leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, and then another on the tip of your nose.

“i’m kidding,” he smiled. “that’s just a bonus.” you hummed softly as you grabbed the remote and passed it to will, deciding on something to watch together.

about an hour into the movie, will looked down and noticed that you were asleep, and smiled to himself.

he sent matty a quick text saying that he wouldn’t be home, and not to wait up for him, before kissing the top of your head.

he ignored matty’s response, and took of his beanie, running a hand through his hair to smooth it out, before he reached over and shut off the lamp. the movement caused you to stir, and he smiled at you.

“hey,” he whispered. “uh, i told matty i was staying out because i don’t want to wake you, but if you want me to go that’s okay.”

“no, that’s okay. i want you to stay,” you stood up, grabbing wills hand and leading him in the direction of your room. “but this couch is terrible for sleeping.”

“bedroom on the first date?” he teased. and you pushed his chest lightly as you grabbed pyjamas from your dresser, finding and old grey t-shirt that would probably fit will as well and handing it to him.

“you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d make you sleep on the couch for that.”

“sorry,” he raised his hands with a smile, and you went to the bathroom to get changed.

you came back out to see will sitting on the end of the bed, having changed into the shirt you gave him. you walked over and stopped in front of him, and will placed his hands on your hips, his fingertips gently brushing against your skin under them hem of your top. you leaned down to kiss him softly, and he smiled as you yawned slightly after pulling back.

“tired?” he asked, and you nodded, crawling into bed and pulling him down to lay next to you.

“come here,” you giggled as you pulled him into your arms, his legs tangling with yours beneath the blanket as he kissed you again.

“goodnight will,” you mumbled as you snuggled into him, your face resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist. he hummed softly as you placed a kiss on his neck.

“goodnight,” he smiled.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[naoknowswhat]

I made a Clover sketch tonight, look at him I love him (and i also really like how it turned out wth)

and IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ITTY BITTY TINY MAN. i would NOT hesitate to die for him in a situation where such methods are needed.

Now before you continue I warn you the following is basically me rambling about how much I fucking love undertale yellow heheheh (Also a lot of spoilers ahead).

I have spent the whole day playing this stupid (fantastic, amazing, marvelous) game, I kid you not that I went from the end of the ruins to the fucking steamworks, which said out loud doesn't sound like a lot of time but uhhh for me it was if you consider that I've investigated EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THE MAP.

I'm not complaining, oh ho ho (merry Xmas) I'm not complaining because its been the most fun I've had playing a game in a WHILE, its made my life better and now im gonna spend the rest of the year (and probably more) obsessed over all the characters and their stories (mostly Clover and Martlet ngl).

But I gotta admit that even if I find the Ut yellow's characters a lot different than the ones from the original game, I can't help but love them the same. Look, I'm no expert on character design but I smile every time I see Martlet comment something or simply being on screen, I start laughing whenever I see a hint of Mo on any frame, heck you mention any of the characters and I immediately start smiling like an idiot, and the whole scene with North Star? The Feisty Five?? CEROBA?? I died, the moment I stepped on the town I fucking died.

I remember being really, REALLY into undertale when I was like 10-11 years old, and suddenly opening yt one day and watching my favourite YouTuber play the demo of this fan game, and i remember thinking "oh wow that game looks really cool!" Simply because of the concept of watching how it was like for any of the other souls to go through the underground, instead of Frisk. AND NOW, YEARS LATER I GET TO PLAY IT BY MYSELF, you don't know how special this game is for me.

For me it isn't only a fan game, or the story of another fallen human, for me it's getting an opportunity to enjoy the main thing that inspired me back the from zero, getting to learn about new characters, about new stories, and new perspectives. For me it's also getting an opportunity to meet them all, to be their "friend" and to live an adventure all by myself because back then i could only sit and watch everyone else do all the things i wanted to do, because back then i could only look at them all having fun, laughing with the good things and crying with the bad memories while separated through a screen.

Today I got to meet them all and to laugh with the unexpected dialogue, while learning that even in a fictional story not everything is painted in bright pink, I saw them get into trouble and also helped them overcome it, and it was amazing.

I also got to die and die and die again and again because I realised at the beginning of the game that I'm really bad at it (i cant blame the controller, I know it :( ), but it also made me promise myself that i would keep going no matter what, because i really wanted to see what's next. Heck you could say I kept going because of my determination ;).

I haven't finished the game yet, but I already know I'm gonna replay it over and over, I wanna catch every detail, investigate and discover every mystery, and i wanna make so many theories already, I CAN'T WAIT TO LOVE THIS GAME.

So for now have a not-so-quick sketch of Clover, the bearer of the yellow soul, the one who has quickly made way into my heart, and it seems the little shit is now living there rent free.

If you've read all the way to the end wth is wrong with you, and also thanks a lot for the attention, I was really excited to talk about this game to someone but didn't know how to do it, so I figured tumblr was the place pla to write for an hour, so the short-drawing post is now my review of the game hehehehe.

Anyway thanks for reading to the very end, I hope you have an amazing rest of the year, and most importantly a great begining of the new one <3.

[misty-purple-haze]

An angsty fic idea hit me like a brick.

MC is just using their DDD and then sees they have a lot of texts, missed calls, and voicemails.

Unbeknownst to them, their DDD somehow synced back up with their original timeline.

MC has been gone for quite some time now

The brothers from there (and perhaps the dateables) have been calling and texting MC as a coping mechanism.

Example: “hey MC, you would’ve been really proud of me today. I did [fill in here]

As MC reads and listens to the messages, it goes through to the OG timeline. Unread texts are now put as seen and such.

Any ideas on this?

This request actually made me sad for a second-

Anyways here you go! I hope this is to your liking!

Also I may have added a some parts of the Mc being replaced so there’s some extra ✨a n g s t✨

You’re finally back….

TW: Abandonment, OOC brothers, insults being thrown at Mc (Vague mentions), if there’s anything else please let me know as it would mean a lot <33

Genre : Angst to fluff

You sighed to yourself as you scrolled on your DDD. You watched as the brothers and the others were having the time of their life with S/n. Ever since they came, it seems like they forgot that you even existed. It was heartbreaking really, to see the ones who you thought loved you so much as much as you loved them. You squeezed your eyes shut as you watched the livestream Asmodeus and Leviathan were sharing showing the events of S/n’s birthday party. It was extremely grand… the type of party they never threw for you as they deemed it “too expensive for a human”. Wow. Maybe you were the measly human they were tired of and irritated all along.. you tried to ignore this ever since the new student came. You already saw this coming. Those glares they thought you didn’t notice everytime you entered the room, those smiles vanishing everywhere you went.. and to think, that these were the ones you left your timeline for.. pathetic really. Over the time, as S/n’s stay continued you detached yourself from everyone. You tuned out everyone’s insults, S/n’s lies, their glares, you tuned them all out. In other words, you became the ghost of the House of Lamentation. All your time was spent on yourself as you increased your skills, your grades, your looks, and everything that you had lost to these monsters. It took a while but you got there. You closed your eyes and wished to anyone who might be listening… to free you from this nightmare. Guess god heard you after all. It was then your DDD was flooded with all the messages from your old timeline.

[Lucifer] : Do you know Mc? Today Mammon got into trouble again. What shall I even do with him? It feels empty without you here Mc… I regret all that I said to you… please come back to us dear… you will never feel insulted again. I swear.

[Mammon] : Hey Mc…. I wish ya were here ya know… I miss you.. terribly. When I find the scum who took you away from us I swear- Anyways, I started saving money! Are you proud of me? Of course you are! I am your first after all! Just… please come back to us…

[Leviathan] : Hey normie, I wish you were here with me right now…. You’re my Henry, okay?

[Satan] : Another day, another search party… where did you leave us to my Mc…

[Asmodeus] : you know, at first I hated you. You were like a mere human but then you grew on me I guess.. why do I feel so empty without you here darling? I need you here…

[Beezlebub] : today Lucifer scolded me again… I miss you, you know? So does Belphegor but this is about you. I can be selfish when it comes to you… right?

[Belphegor] : wow. You really left me huh, I want to be mad at you but I can’t.. you really are some human aren’t you? Please come back to us Mc..

[Diavolo] : you know, I feel stupid for not letting you know how much you actually meant to me but now that you aren’t here? I just want to come to wherever you are and lock you away with me for all eternity my dear… where could you have gone off to?

[Barbatos] : today I tried to be more open with everyone since you said it was important… are you perhaps proud of me Mc? We will never give up searching for you… I love you Mc.

[Simeon] : my little lamb… I learnt how to use technology perfectly… and I learnt some of those, what did you call it? Ah yes. “Memes” too as it reminded me of you…. Where did you go?

[Solomon] : why did you leave Mc? We were getting along just well, weren’t we? If it’s my teases, I’m sorry. Anything to get you back. We still haven’t given up on you, you know that right? If anything I have a feeling you will be with us soon. You will be home.

[Luke] : Hey Mc! I don’t forgive you, you know? How could you leave me with these Demons?? Just wait till you get back! As a punishment you will be stuck to me forever! Just wait!

It was weird at first, but you got used to it and these made you smile and laugh at times. After a while you made the effort to text back to see if they could see your messages… guess it was worth it. The moment they recognised it was you they asked you questions, called you just to hear your voice and even offered to help, to bring you back home. You cracked a genuine smile in what seemed like months. Of course, the brothers always tried to ruin that but you merely shut them out as you finally counted your days to leave back home. It seemed like forever but you learnt to be patient at all times. You knew they would come for you. They will come back for you and you will finally find happiness in your true home.

It was one fateful day, however that reunited you to your true home. You were called to the student council which was a surprise considering the humiliating way Lucifer kicked you out of it. You opened the doors and made your way through the door and were immediately met with the mocking smiles of the very people you despised. You tuned out everything. It was then you were informed that you would be sent back home to the very timeline you came from.

“You are no longer needed here Mc. You shall be sent to your original timeline.”

“Pardon?”

“Are you deaf? He said you will be leaving back to your timeline since you clearly don’t belong here.” S/n scoffed.

You merely nodded and rushed back and packed your bags hurriedly with a smile on your face. You knew it, they had finally found a way to be back with you again, you immediately left to the very room you were summoned in and stepped into the portal without turning back. It was then you were suddenly tackled by 12 men throwing themselves onto you. The reunion was a messy one, but you finally laughed genuinely in the company. You all were crying, sobbing messes but that was okay, you were home, you, were finally where you belonged. Of course your timeline was furious upon learning about the way you were treated but you assured them that this time, you would never leave them.

A feast was arranged in your favour for finally returning home. Everyone looked at you with pure love in their eyes. The look you never got where you lived. It was then Lucifer finally raised a toast in your favour.

“Everyone, I raise this toast to Mc, the human who managed to steal our hearts, the human who never stopped looking for a way back home, and finally, the human who never gave up even in their darkest times. And Mc? You will never have another dark day in your lifetime ever again. We all will make you the happiest human in all three realms.”

“You’re finally home….”

[bakeryblood]

Suzie, do you copy?

Eddie Munson x Male!Henderson!Reader

cw: Siblings are weird, coming out, dustin x suzie

“Okay man, all I’m saying is- I’ve got game!” Dustin’s contentious bragging pulled various groans and whines from his friends as they walked the halls of the High School. They had originally been looking for Eddie and Dustin’s older brother but so far without luck.

“Dustin I swear, if you go on about Suzie’s beautiful eyes—“

“Yeah or her amazing, luscious hair!”

“I’m going to throw up..” Will and Lucas chimed back and forth and Dustin simply grinned.

“Wow guys, I could cut through this jealousy with a knife.”

Suddenly, before anyone could defend themselves against the accusation of jealousy a certain long, curly haired man jumped from around the corner. Hands up beside his face as he screamed at the kids, causing them to leap and scream back for a moment before they realized it was Eddie who doubled over in laughter as their fear responses settled.

“Tell me why we were even looking for him again?” Maxine asked as Lucas looked at her, remembering she didn’t usually join them on one of their Friday hang out sessions. He was about to respond when Eddie chimed in after finishing up his laughing fit and Y/N creeped out from behind the walk Eddie had leapt out from behind with his arms crossed.

“So, little man got himself a girl?” He clasped his hand on Dustin’s shoulder in a congratulatory manner as they smiled up at him until his brother cleared their throat drawing their attention onto him.

“Does mom know?” Fuck. Of course their mom didn’t know. To anyone in their friend group who knew his mom and had spent any decent amount of time at his house could attest to the fact that letting Mrs. Henderson know of a relationship was like letting all of Hawkins know. She was the complete opposite of unsupportive.

‘Oh my goodness, call her up Dustin! I want to meet her! Should we all take a road trip? I knew that camp was a good idea!’ The mischievous smirk on his brothers face contrasted Dustin’s just that much more as both of them thought over their mothers potential reaction.

“O-Of course she does!” Damn. If his voice hadn’t cracked perhaps he would’ve sounded a little bit more convincing. Y/N crossed his arms and stared his little brother down for a minute before they rushed past the two seniors.

“L-Like I said, y’all are all just jealous of me!” He walked backwards and looked at his friends unamused faces before setting his gaze in on Eddie who was really trying very hard to keep from cracking up with laughter again. Y/N and his smoke session they’d just finished moments earlier wasn’t helping him in the slightest. It was almost painful trying to hold it in.

They all followed after Dustin as he led the way to their club room, flooding in and settling in in the chairs that scattered around the table. They hadn’t had plans for a game tonight, or even getting ready for their next campaign, none of them seemed to have anything better to do then occupy the space and talk amongst themselves. Which was exactly what they would have been doing at one of their homes anyway.

“Sick of this..” Dustin mumbled to himself, his cap shading his irritated face. He knew he was screwed now, his brother never missed an opportunity to keep their moms attention on him so that he could freely do whatever he wanted.

“Sick of what Henderson?” Eddie took up his spot at the head of the table with Dustin sitting to his side as his right hand man. Eddie was probably the least likely to actually get mad at him for teasing them and it helped him feel better about how his friends his own age treated him about his relationship.

“Sick of being the only one with a girlfriend for one…Aren’t you supposed t’ be our leader? Why’re you still single?”

Munsons dark eyes widened slightly as he placed a hand on his chest in a feign insulted manner. “Who the hell said I was single?”

This made multiple members of the club crack up, making Dustin feel successful on getting the attention off of himself with grand comedic timing. “Eddie. Do you see any girls here? ‘Cause I sure don’t.”

“What the fuck.” Max threw her arms up and Dustin shot her a look of ‘what?’ before turning back to his older friend who had Y/N leaning against his ‘throne’.

“Who said it had to be a girl he’s dating?” Y/N chimed in and Eddie leaned over onto the table with his hands covering his face. They had specifically talked about this exact scenario coming about and agreed they would ease Dustin into this conversation.

Dustin looked at his brother and then back to Eddie multiple times before cracking a grin. “Okay, yeah, you two are fucking with me.” Y/N chuckled and softly shook his head, letting his brother rake his brain as his smile fell. All those nights Eddie picked them up super late and he never came back. Getting rides after school. Them always being together before club meetings. Oh my fucking god.

“Nope nope nope. Not falling for it, good try though.” He waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss their attempt at fooling him into believing that they were actually secretly a couple.

“Oh no, you’re right. We’ve totally just been practicing The Never Ending Story to sing at you and Suzie’s wedding. Not fu—“

“Okay! Y/N, go do something else. Anything else, please..” Eddie revealed his flushed face and looked at you pleadingly. Once again Dustin was losing the battle within himself to not believe what you were saying. But if the two of you were joking wouldn’t Eddie be helping you out? Playing along with you?

“Holy shit..” Dustin now mirrored Eddie’s earlier position while his brother laughed at the expression that had been on his face. Y/N knew he wasn’t genuinely disgusted by the idea, more so taken a back. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught on sooner and now in his attempt to embarrass Eddie, which he did succeed in doing, he’d also embarrassed himself.

The eldest Henderson brother was the only one unapologetically laughing at both of them as the rest of the group discussed what was happening. Either voluntarily admitting they had figured it out early on in the school year while others were still on the fence about believing it. They just didn’t have the context clues Dustin did.

“Oh come on ‘dusty buns’, is it really that bad now that you know?” Y/N held onto Eddie’s chair to keep from doubling over as his brother shot up out of his seat, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“Of course it is! You- You can’t just not tell me things like that!” So that’s really what it was. He wasn’t mad his brother was gay, he was mad because he felt lied to. He felt like the two of them should have been able to confide in each other like that, even if they butted heads like any other pair of siblings would. Hell, Y/N was the first one he told about Suzie and he’d helped him make Cerebro so he could talk to her. He was the only one hyping him up about his relationship while all his friends chose to not believe him.

Y/N stopped laughing and took a moment to let his brothers body language and facial expression register to him, realizing that Dustin was actually genuinely upset. “Dude, I’m sorry-“

“Fuck off, no you’re not.” He left his bag on the table as he pushed the chair back and started to head for the door. Lucas reached out to grab his arm but the curly haired boy was moving to fast for him to snag ahold of his jacket.

“Dustin, come on! Don’t leave!” Eddie called out to him before smacking the table in frustration. Y/N rubbed the back of his neck and gave a moment to think about how to handle the situation before heading off after him, only to stop at the door and hold up his hand which Eddie quickly caught on to and pulled his van keys from his jacket pocket. Tossing them to him and then watching as he went out the door as well. “Fucking great, now they’re both gone.” He motioned to the door before going back to his chair and slumping down into it.

“Don’t worry, Dustin has never stayed mad for long.” Lucas piped up and Max slapped her hand on his chest, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’. “Don’t say that! You don’t even know if he is mad, we don’t know anything about those twos’ dynamic.”

When Max was right she was right, siblings are fickle things. Erica and him could seem to be at each other’s throats but that was just how they were with each other. When they were younger Dustin always seemed to brag about his brother. Saying things like, ‘If I get to be even half as cool as him y’all better watch out, I’ll be so popular.’ When in reality Dustin was the only one who really thought of them that way until him and Eddie connected.

What they did all know is where Dustin was probably headed, meaning his brother would also have no problem catching up to him and having a much needed heart to heart talk.

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“Suzie..Suzie do you copy?” Dustin sniffled as he was met with radio static. “Suzie please pick up, I really need to talk to someone!”

“Dusty? Oh my gosh, are you crying?” He smiled as he heard his girlfriends voice and he cleared his throat and wiped his face with his free hand before responding.

“No..of course not…”

“Please don’t lie to me, just tell me what happened..”

Dustin sat on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest as one pulled at the grass on the hill and the other held the radios mic close to his face. “So that’s it pretty much..my best friend and brother are dating…”

“Well that’s just great dusty buns! Aren’t you happy for them?” Suzie exclaimed after turning the volume on her radio back up, having turn it town out of fear that her religious parents might hear her boyfriend using foul language let alone talking about a relationship between two men.

“I want to be! That’s the whole point babe, why couldn’t he just tell me? Did he really think I would think he was weird or gross or something?” Dustin bopped the mic against his head a few times after releasing the button.

“Maybe he thought…you were ready to know.” Dustin jumped at the sound of his brothers voice as he came over the edge of the hill, slightly out of breath. He scrambled to his feet, dropping the mic for the radio in the process and looked at him slightly fearful.

“Calm down. You’re the one mad at me, remember?” Y/N walked over and plopped down on the grass, picking up the mic as Suzie repeatedly asked Dustin if everything was okay. “Hey uh, Dustin’s all good. Y/N here, thanks for keeping him company.”

Suzie gasped, covering her mouth at the sound of Y/Ns voice over the radio. Slightly worried he might be upset that the two of them were talking about his personal life the way they had been. “I’ll let you get back to it in a few minutes, alright?”

“A-Alright! Absolutely! Take all the time you need!” She stuttered back to him before placing her mic down and running towards her bed, throwing herself down into the plush sheets. To think this was had to be the first time she’d gotten to hear her future brother-in-laws voice, under these circumstances!

“What’re you talking about..” Y/N sighed as Dustin came and sat next to them despite his uncomfortable attitude.

“Me, being gay. You wanted me to be transparent with you so let’s be transparent.”

The younger boy huffed and kept his eyes fixed to the grass ahead of them. “So what, you thought I was too immature to know about y’all? I’m not stupid Y/N.”

“Dustin, I didn’t say you were stupid. But you did wear Chewbacca underwear up until last year.” His younger brother gave them a weak shove before allowing himself to give a small laugh.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with maturity, Star Wars is for all ages.”

“You only stopped wearing them because mom couldn’t find them in your size anymore dude..” Y/N had to catch himself before he let a laugh slip out himself. “Anyway, that’s not important right now. Eddie and Me is new alright? We weren’t looking to hide it from you forever.”

“Yeah but— You can’t act like you just woke up senior year and decided you liked guys!”

“No, of course not. Maybe that’s how things work out for other people, but I’ve known for a long time. Probably since I was your age..” Y/N and Dustin sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them flip flopping from feeling more and less uncomfortable.

“But no shit I don’t think you’re stupid Dust, I thought I was just telling you we were dating. I thought you knew.” Dustin made a face at him, mouth open. “How the hell would I know? You hang out with girls all the time! What about prom?”

Y/N finally let himself laugh. “Those are girl friends Dustin, not girlfriends.” He pushed his curly hair off of his sweaty face and grinned, imagining how much of a lady killer his little brother must have thought he was. “You do realize how small this town is, small towns are not the friendliest to my type…Plus back then I thought I needed cover girls anyway..”

Dustin mumbled ‘cover girls’ to himself thinking over what it must’ve meant. “Does mom know?”

“Of course mom doesn’t know, mom doesn’t know anything that isn’t a question on jeopardy. ‘Who is- your queer son!’” Y/N imitated Alex Trabek’s voice as he made the joke and they both burst out laughing. “Plus if I had ever told her you’d have to fill her in about Suzie, you know that woman is crazy about having grandkids.”

“Ew.” Y/N rolled his eyes at his younger brothers response, of course he’s still not at that age. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah bro, we’re always good.” Dustin gave his brother his signature toothless grin as he got back up off the grass, brushing his ass off as he did so before giving a stretch. Not looking forward to the trek back down the hill one bit he figured he might as well get a move on before Eddie started walking home.

“Get home safe, don’t spend all night out here!” He hollered back as he made his way off.

Dustin sighed and looked down at the mic for the radio and rushed to pick it up out of the grass, “Suzie, oh my god I’m so sorry! Uh, him and me are on the same page now..are you still there?”

Radio static filled his ears once again for a minute until he heard those giggles that were music to his ears. “Oh, thank god.”

“Chewbacca huh?” Evil. His brother was pure evil, and he would be getting him back.

[theboxscreams]

Make up my wasted time (TF2 Sniper x Scout)

Wow, I haven't posted on here since 2020. Back then, I was cringe, and did a lot of weird shit on my old account that I am not proud of. But I'm here again, and a very new fan to TF2.

This fanfiction is originally posted to AO3 on my account.

Scout thought coming here, he could forget his father. But it didn't because he was here too. But.. At least he had Sniper to keep him company when things got tough with Spy.

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Scout hated it here. 

Well, not most of the time. But right now he did. 

He hated his father, hated him, hated him, hated him. 

He was barely there when he needed him the most. He was barely ever there for anything. Sure, maybe it’s because of his job. Which Scout understands now. But any father would have the gut to at least visit his family, give him a little support. A little something. 

He grew up with too many siblings. Too many fights and battles and rivalries, too many times left on the dirty sidewalk with dirt and grime from the street getting on his new cuts, gashes and scratches. Too much was spent wasting time, never fully living the childhood he wanted.

But when he ended up here, far from Boston Massachusetts he wondered if maybe he’d be able to make himself worthy. He wondered if cutting his ties with the family he had yet never known would make him a new person. He could forget about his dad here, and do cool stuff, blow everyone away and make his mark.

But he heard a familiar voice, he felt his hope to be a new person crash all away, when he learned his father was on his team. 

He didn’t know before he got here, and he sure as hell didn’t tell anyone about it. But when he met everyone either him or his dad said a word to anyone, or made it obvious that they knew each other at all. But when they were alone, he caught a brutal earful.

“What the hell are you doing in a place like this?!”

“Why didn’t you go to college? I told you mother I’d pay for it all!”

“I can’t believe you right now, you know how dangerous this job is?!”

Just like that, Spy was trying to be a father, when Scout didn’t see him as such since the day he turned thirteen and realized the cold, hard truth.

Spy never cared about him, so Scout didn’t care for him either.

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Scouts hands were shaky as he wrapped the white bandage on his scarred hands from constant fighting and battle as a kid and from current situations. Spy argued with him again, Scout didn’t understand why he had to keep bothering him.

Spy wanted to be a father again, but Scout didn’t want him to. He didn’t need him to, he didn’t see him as such anymore. And he was never going to call him dad, ever. 

“Jeremy, you need a second to listen to me.” Spy said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the son he had failed for years. But Scout had a thick skull like a goat and it was hard to get through to him. 

“Don’t call me that, don’t- don’t call me that stupid name, pally! I’m not- I’m not Jeremy here. I’m Scout.” Scout spat, his name burning on his tongue like sulfuric acid. “Why do I gotta listen to you?! You’re my father anymore! You never were!”

Scout's words hit like a bullet in Spys chest, piercing his heart and ripping out the back and taking his feelings of happiness with it. “Jere- Scout.” he said, “I am your father and I always will be! You can’t take away blood unless you kill a man.” He took a step towards Scout. “I know I was a bad father, and I’m trying to make up for it!”

“Blah blah blah! Didja finally realize you were a whack job of a damn father the day you saw me walk into that damn room to meet everyone?! Or was the guilt always there?!” Scout yelled, pushing Spy away from him and moving away from him. 

“I just want to fix things.” 

“You had years to fix everything! YEARS!!!” Scout yelled, “But you never showed up, Spy. You never were there for me or anyone else! Ohhh but you called mom, didn’t ya? Your precious girl?!” He had tears in his eyes threatening to fall, but he held them back with all his might. “You never wanted to talk to any of us! You didn’t even show up to my damn graduation!” 

Spy stood silently, eyes locked on Scout. And Scout could tell that his face was distressed despite the mask that was covering most of it. 

“I know, I know I was never there but I’m just asking for a second chance with you, Scout. You know this job is dangerous and demanding, I’ve had this job way longer than you!” Spy argued, hoping that maybe this would break through that dense skull Scout had under his skin. 

But Scouts had a protective layer of trauma that didn’t want to let anyone in, especially Spy. Never Spy. 

“You wasted all your time.” Scout said, “Hey listen, if I had a son, and I had this job?” He put his hands up, “I- I would still be there for him, y’know? I’d- I’d make a phone call home every damn second I had! And I’d- I’d be there! I’d see him, I’d do anything to see him!” 

He went to the door, sniffling and rubbing the tears out of his eyes before they had a chance to waterfall down. He paused for a moment, a brutal silence filling the room and the atmosphere ever so slightly darkened. And Scout turned around, looking at the man one last time. 

“You’re just too much of a deadbeat loser to realize you failed as a parent.” 

And with that, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. 

Scout felt tears threaten to fall, and he clenched his teeth and rubbed his blurring eyes again. But he couldn’t focus anymore, it was hard to in conditions like this, knowing that Spy was anywhere in the building messed him up.

“Easy there, mate. If you wanna cry you should just do it.”

The sharp New Zealand accent voiced behind him, Sniper. 

Scout looked over, frowning before looking away. “Awh go away, Snipes. I don’t need ya to see me like this.” He said, wrapping the bandage around his hand quicker. 

Sniper instead, walked into the room and shut the door behind him. “I’ve seen you bloody and with a knife sticking out your chest, I think seeing you in tears is the last thing that you should be worrying about, kid.” He walked into the room, hearing Scout scoff. “I heard you and Spy.”

Scout choked a little, looking over at Sniper with wide eyes. No one knew Spy was his dad, they hadn’t told anyone. But people were bound to see the familiarity, and wonder why they hated each other so much. “Don’t tell anyone he’s my dad.” He said.

“Wasn’t gonna.” Sniper shrugged, sitting down next to Scout. “That was a rough one to listen to, though. But welp, I’m not surprised Spy is a terrible father, he seems like the type.” 

Scout couldn’t help but chuckle a little, moving onto his second hand. “Glad you noticed.” He said. He then sighed, “He was never there for me or any of my siblings as a kid, and I had a big family in a bad part of Boston.” 

Scout knew he could tell Sniper anything. Sniper was.. Good to him. Nice, and kind, and he gave good advice and good hugs. And he cuddled him too, a couple times. Many times. And snuck kisses when no ones looking. But the two of them weren’t dating, but they knew it’d happen. Just didn’t know when in the timeline of living it would happen.

But Sniper was a safe place, a home. His go to pal, someone he wouldn’t be too upset about spending the rest of time together. And he’s sure Sniper thought the same about him, too. 

“I guess he's just been here for all this time, if I knew I’d be on his team I’d wish to be BLU, but..” Scout sighed, “God.” 

“You wanna be able to kill him? I get that.” Sniper said, wrapping an arm around Scout. 

Scout nodded and finished with the bandage, and looked at his hands. “Got into a lot of fights as a kid, I learned to run away..” He sighed, “I never learned how to avoid a fight, something Spy should’ve been there to teach. But now he wants to be a dad again.” 

Sniper hummed, “You should try keeping communicating to Spy strictly to just.. When you gotta, mate.” He said, “That way maybe you’d feel more comfortable, I’m sure Spy’ll give up soon enough.”

“I guess but.. What if he never does?” Scout said, “And I have to deal with him for the rest of my damn life till the day he or I die.” 

“Well, you’re in your twenties, so you’ll probably be around longer than him. But listen, I’m confident after a while he’ll realize you don’t want anything to do with him, and he’ll just.. Leave you alone from then on.” Sniper said, “You just gotta be patient with it.”

Scout sighed, leaning against Sniper and closing his eyes. “I hope he does.” He said, sounding sort of aggravated. He crossed his arms, cuddling up next to Sniper and closing his eyes. “Thanks for not leaving, and actually deciding to sit here and talk to me..”

Sniper shrugged, “It’s what I’m here for, mate. If you ever need anything, I’ll be right here.” He said. He held himself back from saying something cheesy, knowing Scout was gonna switch up and start making fun of him for it. Which he did find charming, and kind of cute. But he didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment with his almost boyfriend. 

And Scout didn’t want to either. 

Because a minute spent with Sniper made up for the years spent without his father.

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Let me know if you'd like more. Sorry for any inaccuracies, I'm very new to the TF2 fandom.

[lixenn]

COMES IN TO BOTHER YOU. what was the first fic you wrote? do you have any cool keychains/trinkets you carry around? if money and time was no object, what field of study/career would you pursue? what is a book youre currently reading?

WOW SO MANY QUESTIONS I LOVE IT!!

Let's get you some answers then:

First fic

... Already stumped at that one, because damn my memory is so fucking bad. I can't even ruffle through my documents on laptop because when I first started writing I had a different one and I'm not sure if I transfered all the files when I upgraded.

*tries to make the brain do the thinking thing*

I think actually my first try at anything fanfic like was with my super cringy self-insert thing into the Percy Jackson universe. I didn't even know fanfic was a thing at the time and I'm pretty sure I deleted that document because it went absolutely no where, so yeah that was probably it. I was and still kinda am pretty obsessed with Uncle Rick's work, so it's no surprise to me that I tried my hand at writing fanfic without knowing the concept even existed. However I wouldn't be able to tell you what that story was about even if you put a gun to my head so I can't really give you much detail.

Cool keychain/trinkets

Unfortunately no cool keychains for me, I have a heart shaped one my mum got me from her trip to Berlin but that's pretty basic. As for trinkets? Do earrings count? Because I have some pretty dope sword earrings.

The keychain situation might change though, because my friend is going to Japan in May and he promised to get me a souvenir, so maybe I'll have a cool KHR keychain soon (might get something else though who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Field of study/career

It's a toss up between Writer and Owner of Small Crochet Business. I would love to spent my day just being creative and making stuff. I do like science and I think with all the time I invested in my studies I can say I'm not bad at it but it's not my passion. Like, learning about new stuff is fun and I certainly can do experiments and data analysis but give me the option to simply chill on my couch/bed and just create, I would choose it over science every single time.

I'd probably need to get a better grip on scheduling my day because I realized having a strict routine does wonders for my mental health but otherwise just let me make stuff and I'll be happy.

BOOKS

*stares at all the books in my shelf that I've started but currently don't have the energy to read*

...

You want me to choose just ONE?

Well, if we take the one I read the most recently it's Assisstant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Meahrer. It's a cozy fantasy romance, easy to read and quite funny at times. I liked the premise so I picked it up and I'm over half way through but my brain is so focused on writing right now, I don't really have the motivation to read (which is very strange since normally it's the other way around.)

Other titles that are gathering dust in my self:

The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch; also funny but in a more serious way, very heavy on the worldbuilding which is awesome but it takes a lot of brainspace so I put it on hold for now.

As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson; I binged the first two books in the trilogy in a day, but this one a bit darker than the others (which makes sense because shit happened) and I need to be in a certain brainspace for that.

The colour of magic by Terry Prachett; I read a lot of Discworld as a kid but I read it in German. This book is my first try reading Prachett in his original glory and it's actually a bit difficult, because again very heavy on the worldbuilding.

I know you only asked for one book, but I'm a chronic oversharer and you asked about BOOKS okay?! I'm bad at controlling myself when it comes to book discussions, so be glad I just kept it to four examples, I could have listed more!

[eway]

Smash Bros. Corrin's Supports

vs. Steve

Female Corrin Version

Corrin: Who is that?

Elise: I think his name is Steve?

Camilla: Not much is known about him

Leo: From what I heard, he has a sordid past.

Xander: Though he seems much more relaxed after meeting Alex.

Elise: He was thrown into a world with nothing. No instructions. No other people. He was all alone…

Corrin: Poor guy, no wonder he has an allegedly brutal past. But I take it he doesn't like talking about that…

Leo: The world he first inhabited is very different from the one now. Almost as if it somehow updated with new things added.

Corrin: Interesting

Xander: From my little info, it seems Steve had almost no purpose for years, and struggles to survive against hostile beings such as Creepers, Zombies, Skeletons, and Spiders. As time went on, more hostile creatures, known as mods entered the world.

Corrin: So he was just trying to survive.

Camilla: Then he heard of a great beast. A dragon that needed defeating. In a realm known as the end. And through an arduous journey across his world and the dimension known as the Nether, he gathered what was needed to go to the end and defeat the great dragon.

Leo: Again, we don't know much of what he did after until he met Alex a few years later, but he probably spent time building and using Redstone.

Elise: And after meeting Alex, the duo started to continue to explore their ever changing world! Though Steve seems more laid back than her, she tends to like to fight!

Camilla: There are rumors that the two are dating!

Corrin: Wow! But wait…you said he was dumped into the world?

Leo: Yes, he spawned into the world. Though his origin is apparently quite brutal, we don't know what it is.

Xander: And most of what we told you are rumors. There is some evidence towards them, but not enough to be conclusive.

Elise: I mean Steve was spotted at an Ocean Monument alone recently so obviously he occasionally does solo adventures.

Corrin: I see. Any combat tips?

Leo: He can place blocks to block attacks, aid recovery, and more. But they only last a few seconds.

Corrin: Noted

[qqueenofhades]

Seeing leftists whine about the ACA not being that great and how Obama should’ve codified Roe into law instead of worrying about healthcare, and as someone on the younger side who was too young to really remember it well—wasn’t the ACA more universal originally and Obama was forced to whittle it down to appease the Republicans?

...Girl (gender neutral). Oh my god. The ACA was originally supposed to be FAR more expansive, and the Republicans spent MONTHS fighting it tooth and nail and forcing Obama to take out absolutely everything they could get away with. There were also a few Democrats who needed to be persuaded, but the Republicans were already well aware of Mitch McConnell's inauguration-day statement that they were going to make Obama a one-term president and obstruct everything that he did, and they acted accordingly. Like. This is another "wow are your memories really just that short, or are you actually that fucking stupid?" moment. Because if you're going to completely write off the AGONY that it was to get the ACA done and through both houses of Congress, and the fact that trying something as radical as joining other developed countries in offering discounted healthcare (we couldn't even get as far as free!) cost Obama the House and then later the Senate.... yeah, you don't get to comment and whine and backseat drive, 12+ years later, about what "should" have been done instead, like it was that easy!

As noted, even when Obama had 59/60 senators (the latter being for only four months), there simply were not 60 pro-choice Democrats in the caucus!!! There were not!! There were a lot more Blue Dog Democrats a la Joe Manchin, senators from red states like South Dakota and Nebraska, and other places that would not have voted to support an abortion law, and if they had, they would have lost the Senate in 2010 along with the House. Besides, these cutting-edge political geniuses are so desperate to place the blame anywhere else than where it belongs that their argument has now boiled down to "Obama, who had to fight for his life to get an ordinary healthcare law through Congress, should have spent that time magically also passing an abortion law, which a Supreme Court hijacked by extremists in the next administration as a result of white backlash against him would still have been able to strike down!" Frankly, it would not have even lasted that long. Any abortion law that Obama did pass (again, please tell me how "Obama" alone was supposed to do that) would have been instantly savaged and dismantled by the courts in the same way that the Republicans launched a nonstop legal barrage to destroy even the watered-down version of the ACA that did get through! This is not hard to understand!!!

Anyway, I don't remember for sure, but I feel as if there were also some abortion-related provisions in the ACA that were political kryptonite, which the Democrats were forced to take out. If they couldn't even get them passed as a rider, what on earth makes people think that a separate bill would have made it through the relentless Republican obstruction machine? Not to mention that this is a truly spectacular case of hindsight; there were a lot of things that Obama wanted to get done, but couldn't, because the Republicans were so hysterically demented about opposing everything he did and in the short time he had full control of Congress, he had other things on his plate! Maybe just a little! Besides, "healthcare for everyone is a bad thing and a Democratic president was wrong to focus on it!" is, uh, not a take that you would expect to hear from progressives who supposedly actually cared about improving everyone's lives.

The ACA, even in its enervated and chopped-down form, was a game-changer for much of the country. So... Obama was stupid to help those people, and should have wasted his time trying to push another law that was never, ever going to pass, and would have been pounced on and judicially dismantled by the Republicans anyway, and should have foreseen that Trump would be elected and pick three SCOTUS justices via cheating and magically acted to somehow stop all of this before it happened? And that is easier for them to accept than "Christofascism is bad, Trump was a lunatic grifting criminal who lost the popular vote but won because of the Electoral College, and SCOTUS issued a 6-3 decision, following its Trump-installed partisan hijacking, to strike down Roe like Republicans have literally said for decades that they want to do?"

Oy fucking vey.

[idolgirlimmersion]

in celebration of this current welcome home update, i’d like to share all my photos i had of mini wally darling at anime expo 2023! (wally darling respectfully belongs to @partycoffin!)

(details under the cut!)

ohhhh, i miss anime expo so dearly! it was my first ever convention, and i spent all four days with one my bestest friends! but, i digress i digress- it was originally a plan that was last minute. my friend asked if i can stay with her during anime expo because of complicated reasons, and i had never been to a convention. by a miracle (overcoming social anxiety and fear step by step! ♪), i was able to go for all four days! but, because it was so late, i couldn’t get my wally darling cosplay settled in time…. (i am an amateur at hair styling!) so, i thought for awhile. how do i bring him with me? and then one of my friends posted a photo of her small rodya limbus company cutout, and it hit me! small cardboard wally needs to experience the sites!

it was fun, it was so fun to bring him around! so much went wrong during the trip, but me and my friend kept going “at least wally’s enjoying it!” or “wally’s so happy, he doesn’t even mind!” any time we’d feel upset. i got a couple of people recognizing him, and i went! waugh! yes, that’s the little guy! i met so many people who complimented my tsumugi aoba ita bag as well (and THE tsumugiP from twitter! i didn’t even know they’d be there!), and so many people would talk to me and my friend and laugh with us! the community at ax was so kind!

next year, i know next year, i definitely want to go through with my wally cosplay! i’ll get better at hair styling, i’ll plan everything more thoroughly because now i know the venue, but until then, it was so much fun! i hope i can see everyone there next year again! ♡

(as for wally cardboard? unfortunately, he is retired! i have to remake him, his stool broke and his paintbrush snapped! but his smile remains. wow, he really is having fun no matter what, huhu! ♪)

[iwanthermidnightz]

alskdj sometimes I smh at us as a fandom and also on the individual level how we lose our minds over her surprise songs on tour or each release of a rerecording we’ve already heard or seeing a paparazzi photo of her on a street in a new outfit.

it just feels like we fawn over her every move and I’m so done ngl

(also this isn’t directed at you specifically at all. I just know you’re reasonable and classy so I wanted to share my gripes lol)

I completely understand she deserves to own her work again and she’s doing that in a way that feels like it honors that, and I totally absolutely respect that. I just wish she would release them all at once and not drag it out… (respectfully).

also I’m just tired of the surprise-song-o’clock every night where we lose our minds over her performing a song we literally can listen anytime we want lol

I know it’s not serious but sometimes it feels like the fandom makes it so serious and I’m just like ✌️do your thing besties but I’ll sit this out, got better things to put my time toward

sorry for the random rant! no need to engage with it just idk 😮‍💨 had to tell someone

Hahaha I know. I think its just that its exciting for the possibility of her playing a song she’s never performed live before (for me on guitar), and songs she hasn’t played in a while or other maybe less appreciated songs stripped down. It really showcases how the most intricately produced songs are built from just her guitar or piano and sound just as great. There’s also the implications I guess of her saying she maybe picks songs that in her mind connect with each other? (I think thats what she said). I don’t put too much weight on it… but I can see how it keeps people engaged.

Also with the fawning, its because a lot of us are queer lmao 😭

With the rerecords, its the principle and I agree it honors herself and all the years she spent building what she did. For me, there’s something about hearing her record songs with her voice now that makes it so much better. I’ve played the originals over the years so many times that I memorize every part of it, and yet it’s somehow still special to experience it in this new way.

I think we knew she wouldn’t release them all at the same time. For many reasons I think. 1) it would be years before she finished recording them all 2) its fun for her and us to relive these eras and reminisce on what made them special 3) the marketing and margin for sales is too good to pass up 4) spacing the releases out feeds the constant frenzy of people always wanting content/music from her etc etc.

Overall I get what you mean. I feel this way too sometimes about easter eggs or elaborate theories that are most likely not probable which we are all guilty for. It may not seem like it but in a way I’m detached enough to be like “oh wow” and maybe get excited about something (some moments call for that) and then go about my day, this is a TS community after all. But many of us have been ‘chronically online’ since the debut days, its kind of engrained in us to at least care a little about whats going on even if from a distance. I get that its different for a casual fan. I also don’t think its helpful to make people feel bad for being excited. You never know what someone’s going through and this, whatever this is, could be the only thing keeping them afloat.

I guess what I mean is, theres nuance. At least for me. The value is connecting with people who share the same interests as you. Hope I’m making sense 🤍

[farfaras]

Esme didn’t have a problem with Eddie’s business. Really, she understood. It’s not like she had any ground to stand on, she took advantage of this ‘business’ whenever she could (her mom didn’t need to know this, spare her soul). And it normally didn’t interfere with any of their time spent together, but that time was being limited nowadays. Since she’s not a part of Hellfire, or his band, he hasn’t had as much time for his best friend as before.

So maybe she had a bit of a problem now. Now that Eddie was bringing Chrissy back to his trailer when they were supposed to hang out after the last Hellfire session. At least he didn’t make Esme sit on the back.

She could throw a tantrum if she wanted, but she was past that. And she just got Eddie to treat her like she was almost an adult now. She didn’t know why he took that attitude, he wasn’t that much older. Still, she could pout and make sure he knew she wasn’t delighted by someone intruding. What she couldn’t do was be rude to Chrissy, that girl was like sunshine reincarnated, it wouldn’t feel right. Plus it wasn’t her fault Eddie neglected to mention her presence tonight. Not to mention, the girl was clearly going through something.

Esme wasn’t good at small talk. She never understood the purpose. I mean, why say something when you have nothing of importance to say? Some people looked uncomfortable when there was silence in a room, not Esme. But she’s been made aware that some people thought she was stuck up when she just stayed silent, like she thought she was better than people so she just didn’t speak to them. The thought was baffling, because she didn’t think that literally saying NOTHING, was read like that for people. And look, normally she just wouldn’t care what people thought, but Chrissy looked like she needed someone to be nice right now. At least that’s what Eddie had said earlier before heading out.

She could try. “What kinda music do you like, Chrissy?” Wow. Original. She turned on the radio.

“Oh, um, whatever’s on the radio is fine.” Chrissy smiled politely, it only looked a little bit forced.

“Ha! Usually, Eddie would protest that but since you’re the guest!” She almost said client, but Esme wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette for deals were. She normally wasn’t present for them. Eddie assured her this was a one time thing. Chrissy just insisted and since she was looking kinda rough he just wanted to help. Pft. Eddie being nice. And thoughtful. Whenever people saw them together they would assume Esme was the one who possessed those traits, not the other way around. She wished she was a little bit nicer but eh, she didn’t think she owed niceness to anyone so, what can you do?

“Shut up. You like my music.” Eddie replied, confident. The fool. He chanced a glance at Esme and saw the grimace on her face. “Wha- you said so! You said and I quote ‘yes, metal music is objectively good.’”

“Jesus. I just said it to shut you up. I really don’t like that shit.” It was worth it, she got him to drop the subject for a few months.

“I can’t believe this betrayal! How am I supposed to recover? To go on?”

“Ugh, you‘ll survive drama queen.” She rolled her eyes.

“Metal is objectively better than whatever trash you listen to.” He tried to start this argument again.

“What you listen to is trash too. Insufferable actually. At least my trash is popular.” She crossed her arms and even though what she said didn’t really make sense, she stood her ground.

“That’s not the compelling argument you think it is.”

A giggle came from the back, Esme honestly kinda forgot Chrissy was there. “You guys are cute.” Huh?

“What do you mean?” Eddie wasn’t used to being called cute, Esme could tell that much just by knowing who his friends are.

“I just… well, Jason and I can’t really have that kinda banter without it actually turning into a real fight.” Oh. Oh no. This was exhausting. Another person who thought her and Eddie were dating. Seriously people, a guy and a girl can be friends without liking each other like that.

“Uh, Eddie and I are just friends.” Esme smiled what she hoped was a ‘haha funny misunderstanding’ smile, that didn’t show how uncomfortable she was every time people made this assumption.

“Yeah, Esme here is like a little sister to me.” Esme rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to add the word little! Seriously, I'm not that much younger than you! Sister is just fine.” She crossed her arms, annoyed. Then she uncrossed them when she realized the action looked kinda childish.

When they pulled up to the trailer, Eddie parked the van. They arrived in one piece, which is all Esme could ask for given how much of a maniac Eddie is on the road. They walked to the trailer, as they did Esme felt like she was being watched. She was right, most of the time, when she felt a stare at her back. But she ignored it once they were inside.

“You can wait here Chrissy, I’ll be just a minute.”

Eddie went to his bedroom, Esme obviously preferred to stay here with Chrissy. God that room was a mess, it smelled awful. She herself was messy, but he was on a whole other level.

It was kinda awkward. Really, she didn’t know what to do. They had nothing in common, she was a cheerleader and Esme was just some nerd, straight A’s student who was kinda obsessed with volleyball. So she just stood there for a while. Until she figured that talking about sports was a safe bet. They just played that championship game, right? She didn’t go but basketball wasn’t that bad.

She turned to Chrissy to ask about the game but she looked frozen, like a statue. Her eyes were rolled back, they looked almost white. Okay, what the hell?

“Um, Chrissy?” No response. “Hey, man. What are you doing this isn’t funny.” Because it wasn’t. What was she even doing? Is this some kind of prank? She thought Chrissy was one of the few nice cheerleaders.

Okay no, this has been going for way too long. “Eddie! Come here!” Shit, she was starting to panic. Breathe, keep your cool. Were the lights flickering?

Fuck, were there some evil spirits here or some shit? Her mom liked to warn her about these things. Evil spirits, demons, males de ojo. She didn’t think she believed all that. But this was starting to look like one of those exorcism stories priests talked about.

“What the fuck?” Eddie suddenly appeared. He went up to Chrissy and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her to see if she’d wake up from this sort of trance.

“What’s wrong with her?” She almost yelled. If she was with her younger siblings right now she would be putting more of a bravery front, but this was Eddie, what was the point of that? He was gonna panic no matter what her reaction was.

“You think I know?!?!” Yep, he was hysterical now. He shook Chrissy more violently. “Chrissy wake up!!” He gave her a few gentle slaps to see if it made her react at all. It didn’t. “I don’t like this, Chrissy. WAKE UP!!”

Now, if it was up to Esme, the next bit of her life would be completely wiped from her memory.

Chrissy started levitating. Full on, feet off the ground, not hanged from anything, levitation. What did Chrissy (or them) ever do to some evil spirits that were living in a trailer park?

Eddie took several steps back, completely shocked and not knowing what to do. If he was panicking before, who knows what he was doing now.

“Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.” Esme didn’t know what else to do! Give her a fucking break, this was what they taught her. And she’s never used it before. But she figured what other fucking moment was more appropriate than this. Some rosaries coming in clutch to save the day sounded like a hell of a story to tell her mom later. “Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo, santificado sea tu Nombre; venga a nosotros tu reino…”

Chrissy’s body was slammed by an unknown force against the trailer’s ceiling. The lights haven’t stopped going crazy. This whole thing has to be a fucking nightmare. Why did she have to watch horror movies now???

Eddie fell on his ass and let out the most ear piercing scream Esme has ever heard. She couldn’t move though, it was like she was paralyzed. With fear, with confusion, with terror. It took her a second to realize that Chrissy was dying now. Her bones were being snapped like they were nothing but twigs. It wasn’t until her eyes were sucked into her skull that she could move again.

She recognized what was gonna happen next, for some reason. So she rushed to Eddie, kneeled beside him and took his face in her hands to face him away from the falling body.