#it is rather funny though that so many of the questions asked about the movie are literally about loki though

[eliluvschan]

Guess the Girl :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.486

warnings: lots of fluff

genre: fluff

a/n: did y’all see the way this man teases Stay on ‘FANS’ ? there’s no way he wouldn’t be the same announcing his girlfriend 😩

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Chan’s pov.

—

“baby!” i called my girlfriend’s attention. she’s my girlfriend of like, four months. and we both really like each other. my parents love her, and her’s love me. the company likes her and so do the boys. so we’re all good.

but the thing is, my fans don’t know yet. they’ve been getting very curious about it, though. i mean, i can only go to so many movies with the others, or alone. and since Y/n was a Stay herself, and i met her at a concert. not at a meet & greet.

i just saw an angelic, beautiful face in the crowd with the most happy, honest eyes- a lot of them are gonna be shocked. some might like us, some may not, and some may even send hate. i’m just worried about the last part.

“yeah?” she looked at me from above her phone in her hands, pausing the TikTok she was watching.

“i think i’m ready to tell Stay about us. what do you think?” i asked her, speaking slowly. i need her opinion for sure. what if she doesn’t want to tell them now? what if she wants to wait a little longer?

“it’s all up to you Channie. remember what Jyp pd님 said?” she smiled. okay, only my opinion matters now.

“you sure?” i asked.

“yep.” she confirmed.

“so we can’t just throw it in their faces, can we?”

“what do you mean?” she asked, looking rather like she was about to burst out laughing.

“i mean, i can’t just post a picture of us and go ‘hey y’all, this is Y/n. my girlfriend. we’ve been going out for four months and we really like each other’ .”

she let out a small laugh. “why not?” she asked.

“well, because one, i’m the creative one here, and i feel like playing a little game with them!” i said, leaning back in my seat as a hundred ways to tease them crossed my mind. i actually feel like teasing them, which i do most of the time during Chan’s room.

“i’ve got an idea!” i exclaimed and jumped up.

“what?” she put her phone away.

“let’s make them guess who you are!” i smiled brightly. she gave me a questioning look. i sat back down.

“look. we post a picture of us together, but maybe conceal half of your gorgeous face.” she blushed here. “or take a picture only showing one side of your face or something like that.” i continued. “should be fun?”

she leaned back and gave me a half smile. “okay.”

i smiled back and took my phone to open Instagram.

i took a photo Y/n took of me and shared it to my story.

i smirked as notifications started rolling in.

“well, i see the fandom’s got something to be eager about now.” she chuckled, scrolling down her own profile. i shook my head, half in disbelief at questions people dm’ed me and half in amusement.

“yep. now we need help.”

—❀—

“Jagiya! you ready?” i asked Y/n excitedly. she put her hair up in a bun and pulled her hood on her head. then she checked herself out in the mirror- can i just say she is the prettiest thing i ever set eyes on?

she smiled happily and followed me outside where Hyunjin stood ready with his phone. he will post a picture of us, in a discussed position.

“positions.” he commanded, in a professional photographer style. pabo.

but we did as he told us to. Y/n got up on a little stone pole and threw her arms around my neck. both of us had put on our hoods.

“got it!” Hyunjin shouted as he took the picture.

we went back inside and got comfortable around the kitchen. Chan and i were laughing, at the reactions he was getting.

@/hynjinnnn

@/hynjinnnn Channie hyung and …Someone ;) #GuessTheGirl

hilarious. i opened my Instagram and liked the photo.

then to tease Stay a bit more, i decided to share a photo on my story.

“very funny, Mr. Bang.” she said.

“what?” i laughed. she gave me an ‘not funny’ look and i stopped and pouted. she giggled and pecked my lips, as i smiled at her.

“next?” she asked. “tomorrow.” i told her. she nodded and disappeared outside.

next pose. what should it be? tease them? go easy on them?

—

i woke up and got ready for the day. after shoving down some breakfast, i drove over to Y/n’s place to pick her up. i haven’t asked her to move in with me yet, but soon i will.

“hey baby!” she greeted me as she hugged me tightly.

“hey. i missed you.” i kissed her forehead. “missed you too.” she smiled. we had a little nose-fight and then we proceeded to her lounge. i spent the day at her house, cuddling, watching movies, goofing around, and then for dinner, i took her back to our dorm.

guess the girl, picture two, goes up tonight.

“hey guys.” Seungmin smiled at us as he saw us on the couch. she was actually on my lap and quickly got off. she’s still shy around the guys.

i pulled her back on and kissed her softly. “ew.” i heard Hyunjin and then heard the guys leave. she smiled kn the kiss. i pulled away. she smiled, her eyes shining. i nuzzled my face in her neck, and we spent another few minutes in each other’s company.

“Seung! picture time!” i yelled over my shoulder.

“be right there!” he called back. and only minutes later he was there, ready with his phone.

i picked Y/n up and threw her over my shoulder. but instead of keeping her like that, i put my head between her legs. Y/n made a flying motion with her arms as she laughed. her hair was in a bun and her face was slightly blurry so it wasn’t clear.

“all done guys.” Seungmin said as he took the picture. i put Y/n back on hr feet and together we looked at the photo Seungmin took of us.

@/miniverse.__

@/miniverse.__ Chan hyung’s girlfriend is honestly the sweetest person alive ;) you guys are gonna love her. #GuessTheGirl!

i chuckled, as my notifications blew up. i scrolled through them and stopped at one. someone’s got the answer right. someone named Da-eun.

“hey, do you know someone named Da-eun?” i asked. she nodded and right at that moment, she took out her phone. “oh yeah. Eun guessed it.” she said, showing me her dm’s.

‘is that you with Chan? OMG! OMG! OMG! why didn’t you tell me?! i’m so happy for you both!!!’

“should i tell her?” she asked.

i nodded. she smiled and began to type. minutes later, a few others guessed as well.

then suddenly a notification from Changbin popped up.

@/jutdwae

@/jutdwae grossest couple ever. #Don’tGuessTheGirl :P

he took a photo of us while we were laying in bed, her face surrounded by her hair. looked like it was taken a few days ago.

then Lix had tagged both me and Changbin.

@/yong.lixx

@/yong.lixx shut up Changbin. #GuessTheGirl

and with that, a picture of me spinning her around when we went ice skating. it was taken a few weeks ago. she wore my beanie and let her hair loose so you wouldn’t see her face.

after Lix’s post, i shared another photo to my story.

then came a notification from Jeongin.

@/i.2.n.8

@/i.2.n.8 these two are so in love, it makes me sick 🤮

i checked my timeline and most people had guessed right.

“Channie?”

“hmm?” i looked up.

“just tell them already.” she said.

i laughed and shook my head.

“why not?” Y/n asked.

“well, i don’t feel like it yet, and it’s so fun to see them making wild guesses.” i said.

“but they’ve guessed.” she said waving her phone in my face.

“everyone?” i asked, sitting up.

“mostly everyone i know, yes.”

“okay.” i sighed. “that was quick. i was hoping to tease them more.”

she rolled her eyes.

@/gnabnahc

@/gnabnahc if you guessed @/yourname you guessed right! well played ;) #GuessTheGirl

“really, baby?”

i laughed. “what?”

“i told them. the guessed who my girl is. you.” i said, putting my arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.

“i love you.” she mumbled into my shirt. did i hear that right?

“w- what?” why the hell am i stuttering?

“i love you.” she repeated.

“i- i love you too ba- baby girl.” i said, and felt my cheeks burn. what is happening to me?

“you do?”

“you guessed right, too!”

~

[thankskenpenders]

And now for something new

So, here's something I was never planning on doing, but I just couldn't shake the idea... Thanks Ken Penders is gaining a sister blog featuring an entirely different comic franchise!

Introducing... Thanks Steve Ditko, a blog where I read the Earth-616 Spider-Man comics, starting all the way back in the '60s! It's gonna be much more casual and less thorough than how I run things here on TKP, though, which I'll explain in a sec.

If seeing me post weird bits from old Spider-Man comics sounds fun and you need no further info, then just head right on over to Thanks Steve Ditko. But for longtime TKP readers, I know you probably have questions...

Number one: Why?

Spider-Man's always been my favorite superhero, and with the Spider-Verse movies kicking ass and my excitement building for the new Insomniac game, I've been in a Spidey mood. Inevitably, a thought occurred to me: Maybe I should actually read the comics that everything else is built off of and see the wildly varying contributions of all the original creators, rather than filtering them through big budget adaptations. If I can power through One Piece and all these other manga with hundreds of chapters, it can't be that hard... right?

And, well, after a few issues I quickly realized that my options were to either clog up my other accounts with random Spider-Man panels for years, or to just make a side blog. And so the side blog was born.

Two: Will this blog replace Thanks Ken Penders?

NO!!!!!!!!!

Okay but prove it

To allow the two to exist side-by-side, Thanks Steve Ditko will have a different format than what Thanks Ken Penders developed. Rather than an in-depth guided tour that critically analyzes every story beat of every issue, TSD will just be a place for amusing panels and brief thoughts as I casually read the comics at my own pace.

If you've seen me make a few tweets about reading Spider-Man recently, I'm basically just moving that to a dedicated Tumblr. It's a place for me to dump these things so that it doesn't fill up my media tab on Twitter for the next decade. (You know, assuming Twitter is still around in a decade.) There will be many issues where I only post two panels that I thought were funny. There will be issues where I don't have anything to say at all. Maybe I'll reach a run that I just cannot get into, and I start skipping around more. Who knows!

This may sound similar to what I thought this blog would be before it blew up. Aside from the simple fact that there's already mountains of Spider-Man commentary out there and therefore less of a void for me to fill, one of the main steps I'll be taking to avoid repeating the past is not enabling an ask box on TSD. I do not need people to ask me to go into ten times more detail on everything. I do not need to write seven essay-length responses to questions about Spider-Man minutiae every day. I do not need a place for people to chide me for not covering certain scenes, issues, or ancillary series.

It also won't have any kind of update schedule. I'm trying to keep it very casual. I'm reading these comics at my own pace, and if I feel like sharing a moment or commenting on something while doing so? It goes there. That's it.

(On the subject of format changes, I'm also listing the issue, writer, and penciller in the body of every post. This is a thing I wish I'd done on TKP so that people didn't misattribute every weird Archie Sonic panel I post to Penders.)

Three: So when will TKP come back from hiatus? You said it'd come back after you finished SLARPG!

I don't know! Sorry. I have a couple things on the backburner right now for TKP, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to proper updates where I read more comics.

I wanted to bring TKP back this year, and that's still possible. The main hurdle is that I want to reread my own archive (again) as a refresher, which is, uh. A lot of posts. I've developed a high standard for myself on here, and I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job right if I forgot half the ongoing subplots and character arcs and didn't bring them up in my analysis. Especially when I'm discussing the work of an author as obsessed with continuity as Ian Flynn. Unfortunately, the nature of this blog means that every time I go on another long hiatus for Life Reasons I have even more comic continuity to catch up on than last time.

(This is a big part of why I'm making Thanks Steve Ditko an extremely casual blog instead of promising to become a Lore Expert on 60+ years of Marvel.)

Mostly I've just been very burnt out this year after having finally finished a video game that took almost eight years to make. I haven't really had the energy for any creative projects, including TKP. But I feel a little bit of a spark here with Spider-Man, so I'm chasing that feeling to try to get back into the swing of blogging about comics - no pun intended.

So, basically, bear with me on this as I start this low-energy side project. But hopefully folks will enjoy Thanks Steve Ditko as its own thing, too.

Look forward to goofy shit like this

[maochira]

the dads being forced to wear all pink to go watch the barbie movies with their kid LMAO and it trends on social media everywhere that’d be funny 😭💀

I'm taking every chance I get to let dad Ego suffer <3

Characters: Ego, Noa, Chris, Lavinho, Snuffy

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader is a teenager, this is for the sillies, no Barbie movie spoilers

Ego

-it already took a while to convince him to see the movie with you, but when you tell him he has to wear something pink he looks at you as if you just said the most insane thing he's ever heard

-his immediate answer is no. And that remains his answer for a while, no matter how many times you ask

-the day before you're seeing the movie he finally gives in. He doesn't own anything pink, though. That means he has to go shopping for new clothes first

-he's still not a fan of wearing pink at all but at least it makes you happy. Don't expect him to ever wear that again, though

-of course someone sees him and then it's all over social media. It makes him want to disappear from the earth forever but you're having the time of your life about it

Noa

-he doesn't mind watching the movie with you, but he didn't expect you to ask him to wear something pink for it

-he refuses at first, but when you ask for the third time he can't say no to you anymore

-at first, he thought he would hate it, but he quickly realized he doesn't mind wearing all pink for that one occasion at all

-plus, you got a matching outfit anyways and Noa thinks it's cute!!

-it's kinda funny to see him with his cold and tired expression being dressed in all pink

-he met a bunch of fans at the cinema and they were having as much of a blast as you about seeing your father in his pink outfit

-he feels extremely embarrassed every time he comes across the pictures on social media and there are even some articles about him seeing the movie with you

Chris

-he immediately said yes when you asked him to see the movie. And when you ask if he will wear something pink, he looks at you in disbelief

-is that really a question needed to ask? Of course he will wear pink. Wearing anything else isn't even an option. He's surprised you felt the need to ask that in the first place

-sometimes it seems as if he's more excited to see the movie than you are because he's walking through the house singing Barbie Girl because it keeps getting stuck in his head at least five times a day

-also expect to hear no other music other than the Barbie movie soundtrack after you've seen the movie with him. Chris will play it in the car and at home at any chance he gets

-he absolutely loves that the pictures of him at the movie go viral. He's super happy about it!!

Lavinho

-he was actually the one who asked you to see the movie because he already knew you would ask him at some point

-he's a little hesitant about wearing all pink at first, but he quickly gives in because he can't say no to anything you ask for (he loves to spoil you)

-at first, he kinda feels as if the colour doesn't fit him, but the longer he wears the outfit the more he loves it

-he starts loving it even more when he finds out the pictures he posted of him wearing that outfit are trending all over social media!! He's happy other people seem to like it as well

-but of course, he's way happier about the great time he had with you seeing the movie!! (he did bawl his eyes out at least two times though)

Snuffy

-when you asked him to see the movie with you he was a little confused. He thought you'd rather see it with friends instead of with him. But he's also happy you asked!

-he didn't want to wear all pink at first, though.

-you convinced him literally everyone else at the cinema will wear pink and it would be weird if he didn't, so he gave in and agreed to an all-pink outfit

-he tries to not feel embarrassed when pictures of him start trending on social media. He doesn't want to feel ashamed because he was just having a great time with you. But every time he comes across the pictures he does feel a bit embarrassed because they're EVERYWHERE all over the internet

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[robthegoodfellow]

No Romeo, But He’s My Loving One-Man Show

Mirror Sex, Roleplaying for Days 9/10 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental praise kink, edging, fledgling D/s dynamic, cum play, slight feminization

(roommates, kink experimentation, billy is a femme fatale but really just a very good boy, nsfw)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Steve had expected Robin to have some pointed feedback after coming over for dinner and a horror movie—a longstanding tradition Billy had inducted himself into a couple days post move-in by rescuing the pizza from a crispy demise because someone forgot to set a timer—but when Steve met her for coffee later that week, all she talked about was the mirrors.

Why are there so many? Why are there more every time I visit? Do you know how many years of bad luck you’re risking? That old one with the fancy frame is definitely cursed—I saw something moving in it. No, it wasn’t us—something else. Like, out of the corner of my eye. It’s haunted, Steve—you should get rid of it. Don’t break it, though, whatever you do.

Finally, after much redirection and pointed questioning, she’d given her assessment on the Billy situation, specifically how Billy seemed to feel about Steve, from an outside perspective. 

Mostly you both seemed normal, aside from sneaking looks at each other constantly. But even that’s normal, in a way. Her eyes narrowed. Is that why so many mirrors? More opportunity for sneaky looks?

Which—what? No. That wasn’t why—though he’d be lying if he said he’d never… But what did she even mean, that even that’s normal?

Well, like when we watch movies and something funny happens, you always look at Billy to see his reaction. And when the special effects are corny, he always looks at you and rolls his eyes. And when we’re all three hanging out, half the time it’s you and me trading knowing looks from inside jokes, and half the time it’s you and him. So, like—the looking isn’t new, I just caught you guys doing it without the other realizing it. Like a bunch of times.

Rather than deny it, Steve found himself asking, pathetically, how Billy looked. When Billy looked at him.

Like this, Robin said, and made the biggest, dopiest cow eyes, complete with dreamy sigh, reverent tilt of the chin. 

Steve told her to fuck off, but couldn’t repress the grin splitting his idiot face, and Robin cackled.

Ask the haunted mirror, if you don’t believe me! It’ll totally back me up.

.

It’s not like they’d planned to make the apartment a fun-house mirror maze, but after the divorce, Steve’s mom went a little nuts selling off stuff from the Hawkins place, all of which was apparently unsuitable for her townhouse in Chicago, and when his dad made a stink about her disposing of hideous heirlooms intended for Steve, she’d promised to forward their son the remainder.

Which was how he ended up with the couch, complete with decorative throw pillows, and… about six ornate mirrors of varying unreasonable size. And sure, he could’ve sold them himself, because his dad didn’t actually give a shit, but then he’d sorta grown used to them, and Billy had never complained, so… yeah. Made the place feel bigger, or whatever.

Over time, the arrangement had shifted here and there—except for the one in Steve’s room over the dresser, the one in the bathroom over the sink—anyway, however it happened, Steve had noticed, one day, that he’d subconsciously mastered where to position himself throughout the sitting room to see a reflection of the kitchen, the bathroom corridor, and… Billy’s room, if the door was open—and, these days, it usually was.

Did he feel like a creep? Well, yes and no. Yes in that he was aware he should feel like a creep, and therefore did, and no in that he was almost certain Billy knew he was watching and didn’t care. Not only didn’t care, but… liked it. 

After his conversation with Robin, though, he threw all subtly to the wind, staring fixedly at Billy’s reflection as he puttered around in the kitchen, as he left the bathroom, as he lounged in bed reading a book… silently daring Billy to call him out on it, until Billy did.

“Feel like a bug under glass,” he called, turning a page. “You gonna pin me down?”

Humming, Steve resettled against the arm of the couch, didn’t bother turning—just kept admiring him in the mirror leaning against the wall, almost floor to ceiling. The bedside lamp cast warm shadows, limning his hair in gold. Steve wondered if Billy got tired, holding the book above his face like that. 

“I was thinking more like a spy tailing a mark.”

Billy laughed—a short bark of sound. One of Steve’s favorites. “Be dead so fast—made in seconds.”

“You saying I’m more Get Smart than Napoleon Solo?”

“Dunno,” Billy mused, thoughtful. Rolling, he made a pillow of his arms, crossed over the closed book. Leveled Steve a filthy smirk. “If you were 007, I could be your Bond Girl.”

That got Steve to turn around, meet his gaze direct, then cooed, all sympathy: “You wanna be tied up, babe, just ask.”

Billy bit the inside of his cheek, unwillingly amused, so Steve dialed up the cheesy charm.

“C’mon, that was good—Bond Girl? Like bond—”

“I got it,” Billy drawled, levering himself up only to flop against his piled pillows in supposed disgust, book cast aside. “Just call me Pussy Galore.”

“Dick Galore.”

Billy frowned. “Randy Galore?”

“A Bond Boy would have to be Randy Something,” Steve acknowledged. “Or… Something Hancock.”

They paused, then, in unison: “Randy Hancock.”

“And I, James Bondage, am tailing you,” Steve went on, as Billy snickered. “And haven’t been made, because I’m an experienced, accomplished spy—”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” With a final snort, Billy folded his arms behind his head, semi-reclined, and pondered the ceiling, unfocused. “What next?”

Steve mimicked him, only on the couch, back to watching Billy’s reflection. “I use my handy spy-glass to peer around corners, and I catch you unawares—getting ready for bed.” Billy hummed, polite interest, and waited for more. So Steve gave him more, mind whirring, pulse already on the rise. “I watch you take off your shirt.”

Absently, only shifting enough to complete the action, Billy peeled his shirt off. Dropped it on the floor.

“Then your jeans.”

Those required a more aggressive shimmy, but soon they joined the discarded shirt.

“And then I can’t stop—can’t look away. Like I’m glued to the sight.” Steve’s throat clicked as he swallowed, trailing his palm down his stomach—indulged in a firm rub. “So pretty, spread out on the bed.”

On cue, Billy spread, thighs parting to reveal white briefs, the cotton worn thin, pink showing through where his bulge stretched the fabric. Sighing, a lazy hand skated south, fingers brushing the waistband. Slipped under, but no further. The fingers seemed to press—stalling the hips, an aborted twitch.

“Shit.” Steve wagged his head, corralling what remained of his wits. “I—uh, I figure…” He chuckled, let one heel drop off the couch to rest on the floor, his hand working a steady rhythm. “Figure I’ll learn what you like, use it to seduce you later. Learn how you like to touch yourself—”

Billy grunted, lashes stuttering as he shoved past the elastic, made a fist around the handful. Spoke soft, musing: “Haven’t, you know.”

“What?”

“Haven’t been—touching myself.” Eyes still on the ceiling, Billy’s lips quirked, just as soft. “Not without permission.”

That landed like a punch, loosing a long, meandering moan: “Baby.”

And the baby blues drifted down, met a reverent stare in the mirror. “Yeah?” So innocent, solicitous.

Steve rolled his hips into his palm, arching clear off the cushion. “I like that.” 

Billy’s head lolled sideways, downcast—bashful as he squirmed, bulky knuckles straining the front of his briefs. 

“My good boy,” Steve murmured. And he meant it with every fiber of his being: “Show me what feels good.”

His eyes fluttered closed. The hand slowed. “You.”

Simultaneous hits—to the heart and the heat low in his gut. A vicious press brought himself back under control.

“God—killing me.” Could barely huff it, all of him locked on the hand that had tugged free of clinging briefs to caress the red weeping cock, featherlight, through damp cotton. Steve’s pulse pounded so loud in his ears he more saw it than heard it—pink lips shaping You. You. You.

As though hypnotized, clumsy because he was so hard it fucking hurt, even sweatpants chafing awful against skin throbbing tender, Steve stumbled to the bedroom door—caught himself on the frame, panting, light-headed from the sudden vertical, essential bloodflow coursing elsewhere.

Billy choked off a whine, fisted the coverlet to either side, legs splayed as his spine bowed, sank back. “Please.”

In a blink, Steve was at the foot of the bed, crawling to him, over him, hips forcing Billy’s legs wide. “I got you.” Long, dragging grind, the rub exquisite. “I got you.”

The moan vibrated through Billy’s flushed chest. He hadn’t let go of the bedding—wouldn’t, Steve realized, winded anew. He wouldn’t let go unless Steve told him to.

“How long?” Steve panted, reaching down to rub Billy with the flat of his palm through the briefs, this jerking, gentle pressure that worked him piecemeal to the peak, a maddening build. “How long you been waiting for permission, baby?”

“Luh—” Billy coughed, swallowing spit. “Long.”

“So good,” Steve crooned. “I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

The flush had spread up his neck to his cheeks, temples pulsing red. He was nodding, mindless.  “‘Kay.”

“All right.” Steve brushed the bulbous crown with a teasing thumb. “Tummy or panties?”

Muffled throaty sound—like he’d been stabbed. Delivered on a whimper: “Panties.”

Steve resumed his kneading rub, coaxing, fine tremors wracking the body at his mercy. “One day I’m gonna get you a nice pair. Maybe something with lace?”

Billy gulped, trembling nod.

“Lace for your pretty cock, a thong for that pretty ass?”

Half-lidded, head craned back, lip bitten raw between his teeth, Billy shivered.

“Make a mess in your panties,” Steve whispered, bending low. “And I’ll make a mess in them, too.”

A burst of guttural gasps, almost hiccups, borderline sob, and he convulsed beneath Steve’s hand, sticky wet seeping through the fabric.

Steve dropped a good boy with every kiss—on cheek, neck, sternum. Lifting up on his knees, he brought out his own cock, stripping it with a loose fist.

Half-boneless, Billy hooked lazy fingers in the back of his briefs, tugging them past the curve of his butt, the front pulled snug against his spent dick, and rolled onto his stomach. Arched, presenting himself, bare ass exposed, and Steve found his groove between plush cheeks, rutting with enough force that he could feel his cockhead rub against that tight hole.

It didn’t take long—short pumps, short of breath—brutish grunt as he finished, coating the pert cheeks in ropes of slick, deploying one hand to catch runaway drips, pet the clenching hole with wet fingertips, tease the entrance.

Billy cut off a whine, squirming, grinding into his own mess, pushing into the pressure behind.

“Soon,” Steve promised. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

An unspooling sigh, and Billy went limp, face turned away.

Planting a kiss at the base of a shoulder blade, Steve drew up the back of Billy’s briefs, smoothing a hand over the sodden fabric—with a wave of heat, imagined the trail of his come oozing toward the taint.

Shifting, Steve curled up along Billy’s side, nose to nose, arm looped around his sloping back.

Billy blinked, placid, as Steve drew a lock of hair away from his eyes.

“Ruined it,” he mumbled, mouth quirked. “The spy scene.” 

“Nah,” Steve said. “A good spy knows when to change plans on the fly—switch it up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Warming to the idea: “What happened was—I realized I could offer you what you needed. In exchange for what I needed.”

Billy’s gaze was lulling as a lake in moonlight. “What did I need?”

Steve let a smile twitch, nerves singing. “Me.”

An echoing twitch. Lids lowered, a hitch in his tone: “And… what did you need?”

Steve dipped near, heart in his throat. “You.”

Billy hummed, a short burst trapped behind teeth. He nudged close, and Steve’s eyes slid shut.

Press of lips, lingering soft, on the edge of his chin.

.

“Steve?”

They’d been drifting awhile, lying flush, occasional brush of roving hands, warm gusts of breath. Belatedly, Steve hummed, enquiring.

“Itchy.”

He snorted, stretching like a lazy dog. Shower didn’t sound half bad, but there was something else he’d been wanting to try.

“How about a bath?”

Brows raised, pensive duck lips. Steve called his bluff—bowled him over, rough nuzzle, and hauled him upright.

.

Now with added next chapter: What He Does, He Does So Well

[overleftdown]

farleigh analysis PART 3, because i might as well do the entire movie at this point. i'm locked in. this is going to cover the early-saltburn summer era. AKA, oliver's once in a lifetime, hand job on a haybale, golden big boy summer. everything after venetia and oliver's sex scene is in another post on my blog. this one is pretty short.

[0:34:42] (they're watching superbad. teehee.)

farleigh looks borderline revolted in the background of this shot, which is so funny to me. superbad is, in my opinion, notoriously rude. the comedy is hollow, childish, homophobic, etc. even seth rogan admits that the movie is tone deaf and aged horribly. that's neither here nor there, though. all i'm saying is that i can't imagine farleigh would enjoy the movie as a queer person.

[0:35:19] elsbeth: is that right, he had to put his fingers down his mother's throat to make her sick? farleigh: yeah. felix: farleigh, that's private stuff! farleigh: well, you told us. felix: in confidence!

when elsbeth initially asks the question, she's looking directly at farleigh. yet, when felix confronts farleigh about discussing private matters, farleigh responds with "well, you told us." meaning the family, i assume. felix had no issue with elsbeth and pamela discussing oliver's home life until farleigh was very moderately involved. it's odd to me. and yes, felix is the one that told them. moral superiority, or something. having someone to blame, even when you enabled their gossiping in the first place.

[0:35:34] elsbeth: we should give him the most wonderful time! farleigh: good luck, he doesn't smile much. elsbeth: farleigh seems to think he's ghastly. why are you friends with him, darling?

really, you can tell that elsbeth likes farleigh. she respects his opinion to a certain extent. i also talked about the tutor scene in part 2, and how i consider the "style over substance" debate a metaphorical parallel to farleigh over oliver. here, farleigh once again points out the style of oliver's social interactions: he doesn't smile much. when you look at this from a social and... neurotypical perspective, lacking a smile during conversation can mean a lot of negative things. farleigh seems to have a dedicated focus on arbitrary social expectations, largely because he has to.

[0:35:33] farleigh: and here he is now! we were just talking about you. elsbeth: don't be silly! farleigh, you just make up the most awful things. of course we weren't!

once again, in traditional catton fashion, farleigh is scolded for saying doing something that contrasts the cattons saviorism. obviously oliver knew they were talking about them. i can't blame elsbeth for attempting to backtrack, but "farleigh, you just make up the most awful things" is a weirdly unnecessary throat punch. she's stepping on farleigh to appear taller, if you will. at 0:36:34, when elsbeth asks oliver to sit by her, farleigh looks so exceptionally irritated. he rolls his eyes, looks back towards his computer, and sighs dramatically. wonderful. he's so sick and tired.

[0:37:20] elsbeth: i've lost so many friends to addiction. so, so many dear, dear friends. it's the root of poor pamela's horrors too, i'm afraid. farleigh: and the only interesting thing about her. elsbeth: farleigh! no, she is rather dull, actually. but she's so beautiful. you have to admit, she's very beautiful.

elsbeth and her obsession with physical appearances. once again, style over substance. and her outrage at farleigh refusing to soften the blow on his statements, before following it with her own (albeit less crude) dig at pamela. style over substance. wouldn't it a little uncanny, a little scary, to be the only person of color in a household that places physical appearance on such a high pedestal? especially a household as ignorant as the cattons. that's just conjecture, though. oliver has the ability to manipulate a space for himself in the family without sacrificing any of the qualities he began with. he never really smiles more, throughout the summer. he never really loses his signature awkwardness, his imposing energy.

[0:40:05] elsbeth: you know we're delighted to have you for however long it is you mean to stay. farleigh: forever...? pamela: oh, no. i think i might have, erm, found somewhere. elsbeth: oh, well done, darling! james: oh, good!

right after james says "good," you can see farleigh turning to look at him. prompting james to drop the hatchet on pamela's prolonged stay at saltburn, i'm assumng. this is what's interesting to me, i think. again, farleigh lacks the drive to play the same game as oliver. farleigh doesn't want to nurture the charitable actions of the cattons. farleigh believes the other guests at saltburn take up the space that he would otherwise fill. just like at oxford, when felix is sitting with someone else, farleigh is discarded. when elsbeth invited oliver to sit next to her, farleigh looks annoyed. the cattons capacity for attention and kindness is depressingly small. farleigh isn't playing chess, he's trying to win by sheer survival of the fittest.

for the next few, brief scene of farleigh and oliver interacting, oliver repeatedly proves that he does his research. i can't get over it, to be honest. neither can farleigh; if looks could kill, oliver would've been dead within 10 minutes of arriving at saltburn. the methods farleigh and oliver uses to remain relevant in the catton catalogue are so wildly different. farleigh, who uses his personality and social skills to keep the cattons entertained and charmed by him. i'm sure he loves to gossip with elsbeth, wine and dines with venetia, and he clearly does everything in his power to stay glued to felix's side throughout the school year. this is someone who has never considered manipulating the cattons; he just wants to be one of them, and he wants it to be easy. can you blame him?

[nervousgardenerkid]

Are we friends or are we more?

a/n: omg hey yall it's been a while lol! i got the title name from a one direction song ugh i miss them,,anyways this piece took me FOREVER cause my life has been a silly little roller coaster🥳i ended up combining two of my besties requests cause i thought it would be so cuTE!! i hope u guys enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3

Growing up with Steve has been nothing but an adventure. Steve Harrington has been your best friend the second your dad got a promotion at his new job and moved you and your mom into the new neighborhood. He watched with wide eyes and a big smile as you jumped out of the car and ran to the front door of the house.

“Hi!” he shouted and waved.

You turn around and face the small boy and wave back.

“I'm Steve! I live next door!” he panted out while running over to you.

“I'm y/n! This is my new house!”

“Yeah, old man Walt used to live here,” Steve said while kicking a rock around. “He was mean and always kept my balls if they went over the fence.”

You gasped and turned to your mom who was helping unload the truck.

“Mommy! Can I go to the backyard with Steve and look for his toys?”

“As long as you don't get your dress dirty honey, play nice!”

As cliche as it sounds, the rest was history. Steve and you stayed attached to the hip ever since that very day. Although he was growing, Steve never really changed. He kept his boyish charm and still told his not-so-funny jokes. The only thing that really changed about Steve was his reputation and his looks, and god was he nice to look at. You'd never admit it but a part of you always thought you and Steve would end up together. The both of you would watch countless movies about the boy falling in love with the girl next door, you'd expected something to happen as time went on, but Steve never made a move.

The older you two got, the more blurry the lines of friendship got for you two. Maybe it's because the older both of you got, the more thoughts you'd have about each other. Steve would never act on his thoughts, the furthest he's gone with you is sharing a bed from the many sleepovers you guys had.

“Do you ever think about me?” The time was currently 1:07 and even though everyone was asleep, you still found yourself whispering.

“I think about you all the time.” He's telling the truth.

“Not like that…I mean romantically.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest right now. You know you shouldn’t have asked him this, Nancy just broke his heart a month ago but you have to know.

“Oh.”

It was a simple response, but it was enough to break your heart just a little bit.

Steve never answered you that night, but he wanted to. Steve has thought of you romantically ever since you set foot into your backyard with him and helped him find the balls old man Walt kept from him. Of course, he wasn't going to say anything about it though cause he'd rather not fuck up the one good thing in his life. You began to distance yourself after that little situation, nothing too bad. You just drive yourself from school and give him a small smile in the halls instead of greeting him.

“What is wrong with me Robin?! Why did I even ask that?” You asked while hiding your head in your locker. Robin lets out a hum and fixes her hair in the mirror you have hanging in there.

“You are the most cliche case I've ever heard of.” She chuckles out.

“Cliche or not I shouldn’t have put him on full blast like that.” You close your locker, ignoring the whine Robin lets out.

“Y/n, you didn't put him on blast. You just asked a simple question! If I was in your shoes and had someone treat me like that I’d want to clear the air too.”

You pouted at her. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

She smiles at you. “And cause Steve is taking Stacy on a date tonight.”

-

Your heart is pounding, matching the rhythm of your hands slamming onto the door. You stop again checking your watch, biting down on your bottom lip. It was currently 9:55 and Steve took Stacy out around seven. Now, you haven't been on a date in a hot second, but they don't usually last this long, right? His car is parked in the driveway which means he's home. You sigh and lift your hand up to knock again but Steve swings the door open. The first thing you notice is him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then you see the bruise that's forming on his neck. You see how they fall to his chest and you realize Steve is shirtless.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked while yawning.

“You're shirtless.” you mutter. You've seen Steve shirtless before, but this is different. The way the moonlight shines on him makes him look ethereal.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Your eyes shoot to his face thinking you'd snap out of your daze but you just get worse. Steve still looks half asleep and his hair is sticking up in awkward places. You restrain yourself from reaching out to fix and clear your throat, you're putting your heart on the line right now and to say you're terrified is an understatement.

“Steve?” a voice breaks out. Your eyes fall to wherever the voice came from and you let out a breathy laugh. Stacy is standing in the middle of the stairs with Steve's shirt over her small frame.

“Stacy’s here.” You say, not taking your eyes off of her.

“Uh, yeah,” he turns to face her. “Go back to bed babe, I'll be there soon.”

She doesn't listen, instead, she leans against the railing glaring at you, almost as if she dares you to finish what you were about to say. Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you.

“Everything okay?”

No, but you nod your head and take a deep breath.

“I uh, I remembered you had my sweater here. Just wanted it back.”

Steve furrows his brows. “You came all the way here at,” his hand reached for your wrist looking at the watch you wore. “Ten o'clock just to get a sweater?”

You laugh. “Yeah, it was stupid. Very stupid.” you wipe away a tear that managed to escape and Steve stands a little straighter.

“Hey, it's okay I can grab it-”

“No, it's fine. I should…I should go.”

Steve’s shoulders slump and he nods his head. He feels uneasy but he's not sure why.

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

You nod your head. “Bye Steve.”

-

That was the last time you talked to Steve. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before you knew it you and Steve were complete strangers. You'd run into him when Mrs. Henderson asked you to watch Dustin, every time Steve saw you it was like he saw a ghost. He’d try and talk to you but you'd either just walk off in the other direction, or you'd give him a quick goodbye only to have another awkward interaction next time he was with Dustin.

“Did you and Steve have a thing?” Dustin asked as you parked your car in the mall parking lot. You reach into the back grabbing the dreaded scoops ahoy hat.

“What? No! Why did he say something?”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders. “He talks about how he misses you…hey did you know he got a new job?”

You step out of the car and make a face. “Where?”

Dustin follows you out of the car and glances at you.

“Uh, nowhere important.”

You pin your nametag to the brightly colored shirt you have and stop in your tracks.

“Where, Dustin?”

Dustin stumbles over his words, hands flailing in every direction possible as everything finally clicks.

“Please tell me it's not at scoops…”

“Okay, it's not at scoops.”

You open the door for Dustin rolling your eyes at his answer.

“You're a shitty liar.”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders and walks into the busy mall with you.

“Are you going to miss me when I go to science camp?”

“If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

Dustin glared at you, causing you to chuckle and shake his head around a bit.

“‘Course I’ll miss you, Dustin. Now, go find your demon friends.”

Dustin thanked you for the ride and ran towards his friends who were waving at him. You quickly make your way to work, smiling at Robin when you see her behind the counter.

“There's my fellow sailor!” she laughed out. You led out a sarcastic laugh and clocked in.

“You'll never believe what I found out.”

She let out a hum and leaned against the counter. “Let me guess, Steve works here now?”

“How does everyone know except me?!”

Robin laughs and holds up his name tag. She tosses it to you, takes a sample spoon, and dips it into the strawberry ice cream.

“He starts training tomorrow.”

You let out a groan and set the name tag aside.

“I'm working tomorrow!”

“I know, lovers will be reunited- hey!”

You snatched the small spoon out of her mouth and tossed it into the trash can.

“We are not lovers!”

“Well not yet but-”

“Not ever, I stopped talking to him for a reason.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think he's stopped talking to you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her and smiled when you heard customers walk in.

“You have customers.”

“I hate you.”

You blew her a kiss and let out a laugh when you saw her catch it and throw it into the trash.

“Ahoy sailors, what can I get for you today?”

-

You fight the urge to let out a groan as you rest your head on the counter. Why did you decide to go to a party knowing you had an early shift? You're not sure, all you know is the Advil is wearing off and the customers won't stop talking.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks while glancing at you.

You shook your head and let out a groan. Working with Steve has been…eventful. When you had to train him for work, it was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon Steve’s charm won you over once again. Although there were still a few awkward moments shared between you two, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. “Remind me to never go to a party ever again,” you mumble while walking into the back. Steve furrows his brows and follows you.

“Party? You hate parties.”

“No, I used to hate parties, now I somewhat enjoy them.”

Steve makes a face and it's one you can't read. You know he hasn't been to too many parties ever since he's lost his king Steve title to Billy.

“How much did you drink last night?”

“Enough for me to regret it the next day,” you said with a smile. You took a seat at the small table and massaged your temples.

“What made you drink that much?” Steve asked while taking a seat across from you. You let out a chuckle.

“Since when does anyone need a reason to drink?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Not like you to drink.”

“You act as if you know me, Steve.”

“I used to.”

A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “Yeah, used to being the keywords.”

Steve leans forward and rests his arms on the table.

“Why’d you stop talking to me?”

Time felt like it froze when you stared into his eyes.

“What?”

Steve opened his mouth ready to ask again when Robin burst through the door.

“I got you some more Advil!”

You smile at her and practically snatch the bottle out of her hand. She stops you from opening the bottle before handing you a bottle of Gatorade.

“You're an absolute angel robin.”

She shakes her head and chuckles at you.

“Did you go to the party too Robin?”

“Yeah, it was pretty fun.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Why wasn't I invited?!”

“Cool people only,” you said with a wink and stood from your spot.

“Steve you have customers upfront.”

“What? But my lunch is happening-”

Robin shushed him and put a hand up to her ear. “You hear that? Sounds like customers asking for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes muttering how she owes him an extra ten minutes for his break. Robin rushes him out and makes sure the window is closed before turning to you.

“How much do you remember from last night?”

You give her a confused look and think about it. You don't remember as much as you'd like to, but you also didn't black out until the end of the night.

“Uh, last I remembered was playing beer pong with you? Why?”

Robin let out a nervous giggle. “No reason…no reason at all. Do you remember, oh I don't know, kissing someone?”

You shake your head drinking your water.

“You kissed billy.”

You let out a gasp making the water go down the wrong pipe, which made you start to choke and gasp. Water dripped from your chin down to your uniform as robin smacked your back. Steve slides the window open and looks at you in shock.

“Jesus Christ, what happened?!”

“Uh, she just drank too fast. Yes. Yes, that's what happened, right y/n?!”

Your coughs die down a bit and you give Steve a thumbs up. He looks at you for another second before slowly closing the window.

“Billy Hargrove?!” You whisper shouted at her.

“No, Billy Idol. Of course Billy Hargrove!”

You stand still for a moment trying to come up with a plan. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid Billy, you avoided Steve for what? A year almost? You'll be fine with Billy! You don't even see him on a regular basis, what are the chances you'll bump into him again?

“Hey, can I go to lunch now?” Steve asks while coming back into the break room. You pat his shoulder and nod your head.

“Yeah, I'm gonna head out when you come back though.”

You make your way out to the front and stop dead in your tracks when you see a familiar set of red curls in front of you.

“You are one hard girl to track down y/n.” He said with a smirk.

Fuck.

“Billy! W-what are you doing here?”

He leans against the counter, the smirk on his face sitting beautifully.

“It's a hot day for Hawkins, thought I’d come by before work to cool off.”

Work, Billy was a lifeguard at the pool and you feel your cheeks heat when an image of him shirtless flashes across your mind. He's such a shitty person, why did he have to be so hot? You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Well, guess you came to the right place.”

“That I did.” his eyes look at you up and down and he chuckles. “Cute uniform.”

“What do you want billy?” you sigh out.

He points down at the Rocky Road ice cream. You let out a sigh and grab the scooper before you put the ice cream on the cone.

“What are you doing Friday?”

You roll your eyes, handing him the ice cream, and mutter out that you're working.

“Ditch it.”

“I can't just ditch work Billy.”

He licks the ice cream and winks at you.

“Oh c’mon, I'll make it worth your while.”

You let out an awkward chuckle. Although Billy is very good-looking, he's also the scum of the earth. You hate how he treats Max and you hate how he treats girls like they're toys. Not to mention the way Max talks about how he treats Lucas, one of the sweetest kids you know.

“How about this,” he started. “Just, think about it. Friday, I'll come swing by and if you're in your work uniform I’ll leave you alone.”

You nod your head liking where this is going.

“But, if you happen to be in regular clothes, then I'll just so happen to be sitting in that booth waiting for you.”

He backed away from the counter sending you a wink before he turns around and shouts think about it, darling. You're left frozen to your spot as you watch Billy walk off to wherever he was going.

“What the fuck was that?” Robin chuckled from behind the open window.

“I think I just got asked out?”

Steve was shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

You turn around and face him. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean there's no way Billy Hargrove just asked you out.”

You let out a scoff and Robin adds a tally mark under you suck for Steve. His eyes widen and he backtracks.

“Not like that! I mean, you're pretty, of course, he's going to ask you out. I just meant there's no way you're going.”

“Okay, dad. Since when do you tell me what to do?”

Steve is fumbling over his words and Robin is trying not to laugh as she adds another tally.

“Have you ever been on a date?”

“I've been on dates!”

“Name one.”

You open your mouth only to quickly close it as you let out a scoff.

“I'm not doing this-”

“Let me take you out!”

Silence falls over the small shop and you grab your bag from under the counter.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, like dinner and stuff. Maybe we can watch a movie too.” Steve said with a smile.

“You want to take me on a date?”

Steve’s cheeks heat up and he clears his throat.

“A practice date! You know…for practice.”

You nod your head and point to the exit.

“I'm gonna go now.”

You walk out of the shop, rolling your eyes when Steve says he’ll pick you up tomorrow after his shift. He let out a groan and took the hat off of his head to run his hands through his hair.

“Aaaaand,” Robin drags out. “Another one bites the dust!” she says while adding another tally mark.

-

A content sigh leaves your lips as you sit on the couch flipping through the channels. You knew you weren't going to pay attention to whatever show you landed on, but background noise was nice for a nap. A smile makes its way onto your face as you begin to relax and sink into the sofa, then you hear three knocks on your door. You shrug your shoulders thinking it's those door-to-door salesmen but then you hear his voice calling out for you.

“Y/n? I know you're home, I can see your car.”

Confused, you stand up and make your way to the door.

“Steve?”

“Jesus, is this how you dress for a date?”

Your eyes fall to the flowers he's holding and you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I didn't know you were serious.”

“‘Course I was serious.”

You look down at your comfy clothes and clear your throat.

“Do you want to come in?”

Steve smiles at you and nods his head. You step to the side, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. He steps inside and looks around the house, a smile appearing when he sees a picture of you two on Halloween.

“Your mom still has this picture?”

“Yeah, she misses you.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Yeah, I miss her too.”

He looks down at the flowers letting out a soft oh. “These are for you.”

You smile and grab the flowers, ignoring Steve's lingering and brushing against yours.

“Thank you, they're beautiful,” you say while smelling the pretty red roses.

“Hey, can you put them in a vase for me? I need to change.”

Steve nods his head and walks into the kitchen.

“Vases in the same cabinet?”

You shout out yes as you make your way into your room. You close the door gently and stand in the middle of your room, your heart beating rapidly. What the fuck were you supposed to wear? You had no idea if Steve had something casual planned or if he was seriously taking you somewhere nice. You search through your closet and drawers trying to find something nice but also casual. You close your eyes trying to think back to what Steve was wearing. Despite it being warm out, he had on a yellow sweater paired with his favorite jeans.

“Casual,” you whispered to yourself. “Okay, I can do casual.”

Minutes go by and Steve is thankful that he remembers the way to your bedroom. He gives it a small knock and opens the door when he hears you telling him to come in.

“Hey I don't mean to rush but we might miss- woah.”

Steve’s mouth is slightly open as he looks at you. He doesn't know why he's so blown away, he's seen you wear this outfit so many times. It's literally just shorts paired with a red blouse that's tucked into your shorts.

“What? Do I need to change or something?” you ask while tying your shoes.

“No! I mean, no. You look fine.”

“Awe, thanks Stevie you're too kind.”

Steve is too distracted by the all-too-familiar nickname you called him by to even notice you walking out of your room. He follows close behind you, stopping you when he sees you grabbing your purse.

“You didn't need that.”

“Are you sure? That means you'll have to carry my house key.”

He shakes his head and jingles his keys.

“I still have the house key your mom gave me. We're all set for today.”

You shrug your shoulders and walk out the door, making sure Steve locks it. He walks you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you're both in the car he starts it up and lowers the radio a bit.

“So where are you taking me?”

“I'm so glad you asked that.” He pulls out a blindfold and smiles at you. “It's a surprise.”

“Steve, no! I hate surprises!”

She shrugs his shoulders and hands you the blindfold waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you don't see anything.

“You better not kill me, Harrington.” you mutter under your breath.

“Darn, you just ruined date night.”

-

The car ride was surprisingly fun even though you couldn't see anything. Steve had a mixtape of all your favorite songs and you both shouted the lyrics as if your lives depended on it. When you felt the car park you clapped your hands.

“Are we here?”

“Yup, this is the part where I kill you.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and roll your eyes from under the blindfold.

“Stay here, I'll get the door for you.” Steve closes his door and jogs over to your side, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car.

“Okay, there's a small hole there. Watch your step, okay now take a big one- not that big babe.”

“Can I take my blindfold off now?”

“Wait,” Steve said. You hear some shuffling around and then a sigh.

“Okay, now.”

You quickly take off the blindfold and let out a gasp. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you recognize the familiar area you're in.

“How did you-”

“Oh c’mon, did you really think I’d forget our hideout area?”

You did. Steve would come tap on your window when his parents arguing would keep him up. One day, you both decided to take a walk, you weren't sure where you two were going but when you both came across the empty field things suddenly felt right. Steve didn't care that his parents argued almost every day, and you didn't care about the stresses of life. You remember nudging Steve with your elbow, muttering how he was it, and running away from him.

You look down and see a picnic blanket laid out for you as well as a basket.

“You did not.”

“Oh, but I did. See, this is a date!”

Steve sat on the blanket, tugging your hand down so that you could join him.

“I packed our favorites! Hopefully, you still like my mom’s strawberry lemonade.” he said while pulling out a small container.

And just like that, it felt like everything was back to normal. Steve finally felt accomplished as everything was falling back into place.

“So, I hate to ruin the mood,” he said while dusting his hands off. “But you never answered my question.”

You tilted your head to the side, confusion written on your face. “What question?”

“Why'd you stop talking to me after that night?”

Your posture stiffens and you play with your shoelaces not daring to look at him. You shrug your shoulders at his question.

“You're a shit liar.” he chuckled out while shaking his head.

“It's not even important Steve-”

“No, it is important. You're like…my everything. It was hard being without you.”

“You seemed fine to me.”

Steve is surprised at how fast his happiness has been replaced with frustration.

“None of that was real! I wasn't happy, okay? I got dumped by my girlfriend, and my friends were assholes who probably just used me and my house for parties. I needed you and you just,” he takes a deep breath trying to fight the stinging behind his eyes. “You left me. Like I meant nothing.”

Silence fell over the two of you.

“Please say something,” Steve whispered.

You sigh and look up at him. “This was a fun date. Thank you, almost made me think it was real.”

-

The car ride was a tense and silent one, not even the mixtape he made could lighten the mood. Steve parks the car in front of your house and you both sit there for a moment.

“Are we ever going to go back to normal?” he asks you quietly.

“Nothing about us was normal Steve. We were best friends who…held hands, cuddled in the same bed, and had late-night talks.”

“All friends do that.”

You chuckle and turn to look at him. “You cuddle Robin?”

“What? No-”

“Exactly.” You place your hand on his and lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for tonight Steve.”

You exit the car stopping in front of your front door when you slowly make your way back to the car.

“I left my keys.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as he turns off the car and steps out to walk you to your door.

“Good night Steve-”

“I love you.”

“Steve-”

“No. It's my turn to talk. Well, I've been talking all night but that's not the point.” he takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“I love you, a-and I know you probably don't believe me right now. Especially cause we haven't talked in a while but y/n, I love you.”

“Steve, I-”

“I know you won't feel the same way, I get that but I can wait. I don't care how long-”

You take a step forward, placing both hands on his face.

“You talk way too much, Steve Harrington.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

You never realized how close Steve was. His forehead was resting against yours and his eyes were closed as if he was trying to savor this moment.

“Do you know what I was going to tell you that night? The night you had Stacy over?”

He shakes his head no.

“I've been in love with you ever since I helped you find your stupid toys in my backyard.”

His eyes open slowly and a smile graces his beautiful features.

“Really?”

You nod your head and start to lean in.

“Really.”

“Steve! There you are, did you forget I was going to help you study?” Nancy said while stomping over to him. You slowly begin to pull away from Steve thinking that he was going to go back to Nancy before he spoke up.

“I told you I don't need help in English anymore!”

“How’s your history grade?”

“....bad.”

Nancy smiles at you and waves.

“NANCY STOP! THEY WERE GOING TO KISS!” Mike shouted from Nancy’s car.

An awkward chuckle left you as you waved at him.

“Hi, Mike!”

“Hi y/n!”

You turn your attention back to Steve and Nancy. His head is hung low while she scolds him about how he needs to take school more seriously. Once she's done with that she gives you a small wave while telling Mike to jump back into the backseat.

“So,” Steve said with a smile. “Where were we?”

You giggle and let out a gasp. “I need to tell Billy I can't go on that date with him after all.”

Steve scrunches his nose and brings you into his arms while peppering kisses along your neck.

“Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets the memo.”

[imthursdaysyme]

are you cuban? or not white in anyway? otherwise its really really weird for you to racebend white characters lol. it comes across performative (and a but fetish-y). why not draw the canon characters of colour? (also making the canonical drug dealer character latino is a bad look)

So, there are many things I want to say about this. I want to give an answer that isn't my instinctive response of "fuck you and i hope you shit your pants in your sleep", so I will attempt to address these questions and concerns.

I do find it funny that you sent another anonymous ask pretty much saying the same thing, because apparently, I didn't reply to your ask fast enough. For context, it is; "there are white cubans so do you enjoy cuban culture and think steve would fit in well with that? in that case you don't need to brownface a white character. or do you just want to fetishize hispanic cubans? also its really weird to make the only drug dealer character latino i mean come on......".

So first things first. No, I am not Cuban, but I am part Native American and was raised around primarily Hispanic people my entire life due to where I lived.

Second. I find it grossly performative for you to send this ask telling me not to headcanon a character a different race. I think this type of activism is extremist and unfounded in actual ideas or beliefs other than your need to feel 'better than' or superior to others.

In regard to fetishism, I would like to mention first to people that are not you, that fetishism of people of color is rampant and highly uncomfortable. It is seen recently with the new character of Miguel in the animated movie "Across The Spiderverse".

But back to the subject at hand, which happens to be my art of Steve Harrington, I want to ask where in all of my art is there fetish content? Are there multiple drawings or comments focusing on his looks? How hot I think he is? Personally, I don't see that.

I notice that in today's culture, people tend to throw around new words they learned to use as an end-all-be-all. Their winning card up their sleeve. But it's not, because you don't even use the word correctly. To make note of what fetishism is, I'll put the definitions below.

: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression

or: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion

To take these definitions we find that first, it is a topic for sexual gratification. And in my art, I'm personally not seeing anything sexual come into play. Sure, I put him in crop tops and short shorts. But I do that because I feel it fits his character regardless of race because of his personality and the time they were living in. I personally wear crop tops and don't set out to be sexualized, so if you see it in that way, I fear we may be encroaching on what I consider a "you problem".

Third, on you speculating on why I can't just keep Steve Harrington white as he is in canon. In multiple places, I do in fact mention that I am not drawing canon. I'm drawing headcanons. Headcanons, described by the dictionary, is "something that a fan imagines to be true about a character even though no information supporting that belief is spelled out in the text." So, this ask isn't quite viable seeing that I have never said I was drawing the canon version of Steve Harrington.

Fourth, you mention that I "brownface". I fear that you may also be the person that had a dry broom handle fucked up their ass when the new Ariel movie came out.

Fifth, you say that my half-Latino Eddie Munson is "a bad look". To this, I find it interesting that your first connection was drug dealing alongside a Latino character. Personally, I didn't take drug dealing into consideration. And rather a funny headcanon I saw of someone saying Latino Wayne Munson would cook peppers to "smoke" Eddie and his friends out of the house. And again, as someone who was raised primarily by Hispanic influence, my mother did the exact same thing. If you decide that every Latino character is based on stereotypes, then live your life that way, but don't tell me what is and isn't a bad look, seeing that you are the only person who has a problem with it.

Sixth, you ask why I don't just draw the canon characters of color. I will. I have sketches of them. But since you obviously have looked through my art, you might notice that I only really draw the older teens. They are my favorite to talk about and draw.

On that, Isn't it interesting that there are only three people of color in the show? Two are siblings, and one is a side character introduced in the last published season. This is why I add people of color into my headcanons. I find, that if I can do whatever I want with a personal interpretation of a character, I am going to add diversity where I can.

I think it's important as a culture of fans that produce new content over a piece of media, to fix, change, and do what the original writers didn't. We see this commonly in sexuality headcanons because there aren't that many canon lgbtq+ characters. Typically, fan-given content adds minority or oppressed groups that the original creators did not give. Because frankly, people of color deserve to see themselves in the media. Lgbtq+ people deserve to see themselves in the media. If we continue to stay true to canon exactly with all of our fan spaces, we would be found boring, repetitive, and stale. The idea of fan spaces is to take canon and expand it. To have fun with it and to add ideas and quirks to the characters that other people can relate to where they once could not.

I will not apologize for getting bored of every character being white. I will not change what I am doing either. Because I am not doing anything wrong, moral, or unjust in any way. I think the main problem comes with you finding so much hate with a silly drawing of Steve Harrington simply because he isn't white. So I wonder why you find him and Eddie not being white so concerning.

I hope this helps.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey bae, I've enjoyed your lords of chaos fics so far and I really liked the hcs and I just wanted to ask you could make one for necrobutcher? He was so fine in the movie but no one ever talks about him :)

Hello anon happy that you enjoyed my works so far. Pretty cute in the movie but the only voice of reason. So I hope and everyone else likes this little story and as always have fun readinf :)

It's over

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, mention of suicide

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°The two of you actually met in the supermarket one day. You wanted to buy something for you and your flatmate, who didn't really have anything any more. Almost the same was true for Necrobutcher the bass player and member of Mayhem he was still something like the voice of reason.

°Just as she was going to the section with the muesli and other packaged foods, she saw a black-haired young man. From then on, the two of you got into a conversation, or rather, he made the first move. A bad joke, a little laugh and a question about what all the patches on his jacket were for.

°There was a spark between the dark mysterious basist and the simple medical student. Which is why he not only wrote her number on her hand, but also lied her into the next rehearsal of Mayhem in the dried-out hut.

°She would be lying if she didn't find him attractive. There was something about him that was slightly mysterious, funny, realistic and, from what she had heard, not as evil as the news described all those statists. Which is why she went to the cottage at the weekend.

°When she arrived and went into the old hut, she quickly realised that it had seen better days. ,,Hey, Y/n, come with me, I'll show you the others!" he called cheerfully from the kelelr and wrapped her in a hug before they went downstairs. There she met the rest of the band from mayhem - nice but somehow strange people.

°Sitting down on the floor, she watched the band animatedly. Even though the music wasn't really her cup of tea at first, she soon felt herself swaying and humming along to the lyrics and cheering the band on. Before she pulled Necrobutcher into her arms, slightly embarrassed, and praised him.

°Staying with the band throughout the day, a small partx took place in the evening, where she not only had fun but also sat on the couch with the black-haired man and watched a film to ignore the noise from outside. He had his arm around her and she had her head on his shoulder. A cute moment that ended the evening with them kissing. The first kiss of many that night the two somehow ended up in a relationship.

°She quickly realised how sensitive, emotional and devoted he was. He listened to her problems, hugged her, kissed her and was there for her. He was indeed the most socially normal of mayhem and understood her worries that one day something might happen. Even though they both supported each other.

°But the day came when it would happen. The suicide of Dead and Euroynmou's exaggeration. He had gone too far and exploited his friend's death just for the sake of success. That same day, she got a call from Necrobutcher from a phone box who was more than upset and asked her to pick him up because his bike had a flat.

°As soon as she got into her car and drove off, she was worried. It was bound to happen sometime, she thought bitterly and sadly, before stopping at the phone box a few minutes later and getting out. She held the distraught and almost tearful Necrobutcher in her arms for a moment. She just held him and he mumbled and apologised for something he couldn't do.

°Then they loaded the fahard into the car and drove to him, as his family was not there at the moment anyway. Sitting down together on the couch, he rested his head on her lap and was quiet. But she was also quiet and just stroked his head. ,,It's going to be all right...they're gone, you don't have to go there any more," she said and only saw the brief nod. A moment later he sat down and wrapped her in a grateful kiss and held her hand. ,,Thank you for everything," he murmured and put his hand on her cheek.

°Not knowing that the past would catch up with them both. The suicide was only the beginning, then Faust's murder of the gay man and finally Varg's murder of euronymous. It was terrible, and yet the two survived the time together. They moved in together, helped each other and lived normal, free lives as best they could. Knowing that the horror had only made them both stronger.

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@mayhem-things , @bvg-w1res , @beldamama

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

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Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

＊ The Eternal Life Puzzle-Solving Game

Once I had changed out of the Queen’s costume, I sat in front of the mirror and stared intently at the face in front of me.

I was finally about to meet Professor Layton.

Is that alright with you, Janice?

As I was speaking in my mind, I gently stroke the pendant.

What could I possibly tell the professor, and how…? This question had been turning in my head many times, under every angle, but this thought had to stop going in circles.

It was going to be alright. I just had to calm down, and be natural. The professor was going to help. If anyone could solve the mystery behind eternal life, it would be him.

Still. This was making me more nervous than the usual stage fright I would experience before singing.

Maybe this was a different play altogether for me to act on; and most likely the last one…

I smiled at the mirror, trying to cheer myself up. Seeing the smile of Janice Quatlane, looking at me from the other side of the mirror, gave me great strength.

I finally felt calm.

The curtain had now just been raised.

I’m coming, Professor Layton.

I stood up, left the backstage, and headed for the main hall.

I could hear the sound of the Detragan in the distance. Mr Whistler… was playing.

The sadness that his music was conveying infected me as well. When he had experienced the loss of a loved one, the power of his grief caused every note he played to take on the colour of tears. I wondered if he was aware of this…

But then, his performance was interrupted. What happened?

Soon, angry voices resonated instead.

“This is no time to play music!”

“We’re all trapped in this theatre—well, in this ship now!”

“Mr Whistler, you wrote this opera. Did you also orchestrate all of this?”

A familiar voice eventually responded:

“This opera was a request. That is all…”

I quickened my pace and stepped into the scene. And then, a certain silhouette came into my view, accompanied with that of a little pretty boy in a blue hat. It was him…

He was wearing a familiar top hat and jacket. With his gentle gaze, he truly was a gentleman, more than anyone else.

I was filled with such relief that I called out to him without thinking.

“Professor Layton!”

His head slowly turned towards me. The same gentle smile that had been shining in his eyes spread across his face. This was the professor’s smile…

“Janice!”

…and this was the professor’s voice. I missed him…

It was rather odd that I would think that way now, though.

“I’m sorry I got you involved in this, Professor. I never thought that something like this would happen…”

“Don’t apologise. It is the duty of a gentleman to help a lady in need.”

I was startled for a moment… then I giggled.

The ‘duty of a gentleman.’ It was well known amongst the students of Gressenheller that Professor Layton had this habit of saying this kind of funny thing.

And him talking about ‘helping a lady in need’ without any hesitation made him sound so chivalrous, too. Could there be a single woman not happy to be told such a thing?

The tension I had been feeling up until now was completely blown away.

“Of course you would say something like this,” I said with a smile.

“Where is the girl you mentioned in your letter?”

“I haven’t seen her since this morning. When I asked Mr Whistler about it, all he said was that I needed to focus on my performance…”

I was very concerned about Melina. Mr Whistler and her seemed very close for now, but…

At that moment, the mysterious man’s voice echoed throughout the hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying your ride on the Crown Petone?”

Everyone in the theatre froze.

“We will now begin the puzzle-solving game, for eternal life!”

“Puzzle-solving…?”

“A game…?”

We were all equally confused.

“The rules are simple,” the voice continued. “The last one standing as the winner of the game will get eternal life!”

These two last words won over everyone’s fears, and one by one, more and more people took their seats in silence. I was quite surprised to see that the idea of eternal life would fascinate so many, to such extent. Many wanted to live forever, many more merely hoped for it…

But if I could live forever, what would I even do? If I could continue to live alone, would I really be happy…? With my loved ones dying one by one, leaving me alone for good…

The sound of the little boy’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Professor…?”

He was looking up at Professor Layton with a worried expression. He was only a child, yet he seemed to act as if he were some kind of assistant.

“Under these circumstances, it appears that we have no other choice but to join in, Luke.”

So this was his name.

The two took their seats, getting ready for whatever would come next.

I sat next to the professor and tightly clutched the pendant on my chest. What sort of puzzle-solving game would that be…?

Intense anger started to rise. What on Earth was that man thinking?

I was concerned about Luke. I had put a lovely child in danger, just by writing my letter to the professor…

While I was feeling this regret, I remembered that the wheels of fate had already started to turn and move forward, just like the Crown Petone was doing now as a ship.

I did not want to have any more regrets. And for this, I had to protect Luke and Melina somehow…

I was determined.

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[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp - 16/4

I literally did not know The Baby Is You was a thing. To be welcomed back into the comic like this after four months is very on brand for Homestuck.

... and wow, its outro really does match the end of this song, doesn't it? That's even funnier than if he'd snuck some of Megalovania in there.

Ooh, that's another liveblog I'll want to check out when I'm done! I've never actually seen a Worm liveblog before. Adding it to the list myself!

Nothing's really changed since I've been gone! I make a conscious effort not to do much Homestuck analysis off-blog, since I want my journey to be fully documented here.

It's good to be back! I'm looking forward to a full reread when I'm done.

Would you believe I didn't even know there was a book?

I also didn't know the movie had two (allegedly) terrible sequels, which is very funny. Neverending story indeed.

Thank you! I can't take too much credit, though - most of my tagging system has been crowdsourced from askers!

At some point, before we reach the end of the comic, I'm going to have to formalize my approach to liveblogging Homestuck's side content.

What I'll probably do is give each of them the 'lite' treatment initially, but if they turn out to be more canonical than I thought, or particularly interesting to liveblog, I'll 'zoom in', and analyze them properly. We'll see how we go!

Could you imagine the relationship dynamics in your average troll soap opera? The shipping web for a single season would make our heads explode.

It's a fun question. What sort of object symbolizes everything?

The first thing I'd try would be a star chart, Dave's magnifier and a literal planetful of Grist.

Added to the list! Not until later later on, though - I'd worry that the opinions and theories of another liveblogger could interfere with my own, especially if they're talking about it with someone who's already read it!

I would find it hard to disagree.

Do people think Act 1 is pointless?

I mean, it is the slowest Act in terms of pacing, but slow pacing isn't always a bad thing. You sort of have to take it slow when your readers have this much to get to grips with.

...okay, maybe we didn't need quite as many Sylladex mishaps as we got. But we still needed some. Homestuck has a lot to introduce you to.

I always pictured an English accent for Hass - although, interestingly, I didn't picture one for Jade. As a headcanon, I like the NZ one better.

Where did Grandpa grow up again, actually? He was raised by Fake Mark Twain, who was from Missouri - but I don't have a clue what a Missouri accent sounds like, let alone one from a century ago. I have a funny feeling that it's not the accent I'm imagining coming from Jade.

Now that's a ship I'd never have seen coming. Props to Hussie for coming up with something more controversial than my Feferi<>Equius.

All four kids, with four endgame weapons, might be able to challenge Jack's current incarnation - but they're not going to get the chance. You've hit the nail on the head - he's semi-perfect Jack for a reason.

I have several theories for Jade's prototyping, and every single one of them would make Jack even more dangerous than before. It's just barely possible to challenge him now, but things will only get worse.

Read the room, Serket!

Would Vriska have tried to negotiate? She feels like the type of person who'd rather take a beating than admit they're outclassed. Plus, I'm not sure how much she'd have to offer Aradia, who seemed entirely motivated by revenge (and, possibly, secretly motivated by timeline stuff).

All that said, I would have loved to hear Vriska trying to worm her way out of this.

I love it! Please send in the completed house, if you get the chance. That's going to look so cool with a moving meteor.

And they're both easily distractible! This feels like two people who might actually get on surprisingly well, if they were in, say, the same high school class.

It's hard to say what's a rarepair, since I don't know what ships are rare in the fandom - although I'd have a few guesses about the most common ones.

If we're going for a ship with very tenuous connections, I will submit Rose x Feferi for your appraisal. They're both fans of the Noble Circle, and their signature colors are pretty close.

You know what, I'll just review all of your ships. Tavros/Gamzee - PB&J - is pretty cute. [] I'd recommend Miracle Child for a number of reasons, but it does include a well-written Gamtav. Jack/Droog is more <> to me than it is <3. Like One Sundered Star might be influencing that? I'm not really sure. Somewhere I think I saw a Jack<>Droog. Your pre-shipping chart post isn't in the chrono; also, I'm pretty sure the A6A6I5 ask is one of mine. Gamzee/Eridan is a rarepair; I've seen it, but not often, and it's a <> in the fic I'm referencing. Kanaya<>Terezi and Feferi<>Vriska are strange enough that I've never seen them anywhere, really. [] And finally, Vriska and Tavros. These two are the textbook example of why the ashen quadrant needs to exist, and they're a perfect pair for it. [] ~LOSS (8/1/23)

I don't even know if Carapacians have moirallegiance - but those two would definitely work if they did.

Out of all my ships you flagged as rare, I think my favorite is Feferi<>Vriska. I just think they'd gel weirdly well together!

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 19-- Barbie

“You'll love it,” you promise, settling onto the couch beside Saeran with a piping-hot bag of microwave popcorn in your hands. “I forgot I had all these DVDs.”

Somehow, you came across a box of DVDs from your childhood over the weekend, and, for whatever reason, you offered to share them with Saeran. He doesn't get it, but if you want him to sit there with you and watch children's movies, he isn't going to complain about it. Saeyoung is away from the bunker for the evening at some sort of cosplay convention, so it's just the two of you and that robot cat, which has established itself on your lap like a real animal.

“Hm,” Saeran eyes the title screen suspiciously. “Princess and the Pauper?”

“It was my favorite Barbie movie when I was a kid,” you explain, “I thought it would be a good place to start our marathon.”

“Oh.” Truth be told, Saeran isn't particularly interested in the concept of the film by itself— is it actually going to be about dolls? That doesn't make much sense, considering the title, but why else would the movie be called “Barbie?”— but he enjoys spending time with you, and he knows it means a lot to you to share this with him.

“It's about this princess,” you explain, rather than just letting the movie play. Of course, this evening isn't really about the movie itself— the film is just a way for you and Saeran to get closer, right? You're sharing something with him, and although he's not sure how to navigate it, he's not opposed to passing the time this way. “And then this, uh, seamstress? I think? And despite the fact that they do not look remotely similar, they're supposed to look exactly alike? And then they switch places. I don't remember what they learn, but I guess they have to learn something, right? And then I think there's a scene where they go on the run, and they pass a restaurant, and they think about eating chicken? But that might be another Barbie movie, now that I think about it.”

“There's more than one?” Saeran wrinkles his nose as you finally press the play button, allowing the movie's opening song to begin. “Is it about dolls?” He may as well ask. Though he's still embarrassed to have so many questions about the world around him, you always take his inquiries seriously and answer as best you can.

“Yes,” you reply, “Well... no. Um, so... the dolls have characters, right, like Barbie and Kelly and whatnot?” Saeran has no idea what you're talking about, but he nods anyway. “And then in the movies, those characters are playing completely separate characters. It's pretty meta. At least, I think that's how it works? But the last time I watched a Barbie movie, I was, like, eight? Anyway, they're pretty funny, from what I remember. Mostly, they just take classic stories and add in weird animals, like the weasel from Rapunzel and that blue guy from Fairytopia, which is either supposed to be a utopia or a dystopia, I can't remember.”

Saeran looks at you blankly. He has no idea what you're talking about, but strangely, he doesn't mind. Your constant chattering is oddly comforting, now that he's gotten used to your presence. You’re always eager to explain things for which he has no context, even if your explanations often leave him with even more questions than he had to begin with. “Let's just watch the movie,” he decides eventually. 

“Okay,” you grin, like you're overjoyed to be spending time with him. Saeran can't make any more sense of that than he can of the appeal of these old Barbie movies, but he won't press. “It's not really that confusing. I'm just bad at explaining things— you'll see once it starts.”

You’re quiet while the movie plays, though you do rest your head gently on Saeran’s shoulder. That’s another thing he likes about you— though you can certainly be loud when you want to, you also offer him these moments of peace, where no words are required. He doesn’t have to explain his feelings to you, and he doesn’t expect you to articulate yours for him. The two of you can just exist in the same space together for a few hours while a movie plays. It’s nice, Saeran thinks, being able to sit around watching TV. It’s not something he ever would have dreamed of at Magenta, that’s for sure, and even after leaving, he never would have expected his life to be anything like this. For what it's worth, the movie isn't half bad, though Saeran elects to keep that opinion to himself.

[mirrorthoughts]

I started watching TW season one again (the only one I actually watched so far 😂) and once again I'm just amused by the plotholes and discrepancies and things they show or say once and never refer to or use again, as well as the technical side of camera shots and cgi - and I'm only in episode 5 so that's a record if you ask me. (Nevermind that me picking at threads already started with eposiode 1 😂)

Disclaimer: As I said I've never watched that much of the actual series even if I steal the characters to write! Also I'm definitely biased due to the fandom, wiki entries I read and so on. So take all this with a grain of salt! It's mostly stuff I was amused by so if I have it wrong - well. I have it wrong, I guess.

Anyway. On to my observations: (this got long, so I hid them under the readmore)

Sorry to all the people who like scott, but... he's so boring <.< WHY is that guy the main character? EVERYONE else would be more interesting just from a storytelling point of view! Give me Finnstock, Danny, the Sherrif, or any of the other main cast and just get rid of Scott as main POV <.< please.

It's so funny that they tried to make it some kind of horror tv show. I actually recognize classical horror movie scenes, camera shots that should invoke a certain fear or surprise but they somehow manage to put it in such a context that I laugh because I recognize what they want to do and it just doesn't work. Might be a me-problem because I like watching horror films, but... it's still very sad.

Stiles says he once had a boa. I asked the internet and it told me boas in zoos can get about 28 years old... Stiles is 16. Stiles... Stiles, what did you do with your boa?... STILES....

The scene where Stiles and Scott talk through video chat (and is that AOL? Those were AOL-icons... was AOL still alive in 2011? <.<) and Derek stands behind Scott... it's just... why did Scott stare at the screen instead of turning around? Nevermind that he read what Stiles was writing out loud and that Stiles's message was written in such large letters that probably anybody standing 5 miles away could have read it - nevermind the guy Stiles thought was standing behind Scott. Also: why did Derek just... stand there. Especially once he was sure he'd been seen...? I know that's also one of the Horror-esque scenes I mentioned but the timing of it all was so bad! (also also: Scott is just stupid <.<)

They use this weird alternative 'sight' for werewolves in the beginning (the scenes colored in red) and it feels like they use that in the first few episodes and never again after that <.<

Another weird scene: The game where Scott wolfs out and Jackson stays back and finds Scott's glove with holes where Scotts claws came out. I just... have so many questions... 1) Why did Jackson stay back after not only his own WINNING team but also the audience, the enemy team, coach finnstock and ANYONE ELSE who was probably assigned to clean up the field? He even was still in his own lacrosse gear so he stood back to take up a glove a person who'd cleaned up the field should have taken with them?... 2) Why the fuck was Derek staring at him? <.<... or rather, why was he staring at him for so long so Jackson even looked at him? Did Derek even see the whole game? Why did he let Jackson see him? It's not like he tried to scare him into staying silent, for that his staring wasn't nearly scary enough <.<... it's just... another weird composition. Especially since Jackson and Derek have nothing to do with each other <.<...

Scotts dream where he killed Allison in the bus that mimicked how Peter/the Alpha killed the bus driver. Even though later it comes out that he was there and tried to keep the Alpha from killing the guy, this dream is just one instance where they try to 'show' Scott's 'connection' with the Alpha. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the connection he has with Peter is the one and only time we see such a connection between an Alpha and a Beta, I think. I mean the whole "I dream of things the Alpha did" and the whole not remembering/blacking out due to instincts and Alpha?

Also, Scott was apparently was hurt/slashed by the Alpha's claws. How come that wound was healed the next morning? I thought wounds caused by an Alpha heal slower? <.< or is that a fandom thing? <.<

I want to hug Derek. Hard. Poor boy drives to a town he got traumatized in to help his sister/Alpha where she ALSO gets killed and all those stupid teenies do is blame him for her death, for their problems and for anything else the new Alpha did - especially the other killings - so he gets locked up by the Sherrif and when he gets out that stupid pup has the gall to search him out just to - again - blame him for all of his problems and even for the death of his sister and the bus driver <.<...

On that note: I think Derek said he came to find his sister/meet his sister. To me it sounded in that moment as if he hadn't known she was dead when he arrived and that confuses me...

Also: shouldn't he also have a connection/pack bond with the Alpha if he wants to or not? Or does a pack just fall apart when the old Alpha dies until they've submitted to the new one? <.< And doesn't that mean that Derek's currently a packless Omega? <.<...

Aaand there's another horror film track shot classic that sends the camera from Derek and Scott to the outside of the Hale house where the Alpha is waiting/his eyes are glowing in the dark. ... So why didn't the Alpha go to them? Or did he just... sit there and stare at the house until Scott leaves? If the Alpha runs on instinct why didn't he try to get to Scott or Derek - especially after Scott left - when he is trying to get Scott and Derek to accept being part of his pack? <.<...

Kate drives into town without stopping and the Alpha attacks here somewhere in town. Close enough to Scotts home that he sees her shortly after she shoots her shotgun twice when the shots were what woke him up. 1) did the Alpha smell her through her car and the fumes? <.< 2) did he just stumble over her car while running through the town?? <.<... 3) if not, did he follow her from the outside into town? why didn't he attack her there instead of somewhere quieter? <.<...

I'm still confused by the whole Derek clawed Jackson in the neck and it did something to Jackson-stuff. Especially because Derek's not an Alpha yet <.<...

And finally just a quote from Derek that amused me for potential fanfic reasons when Scott asks why Derek can't just track the Alpha as a human: "Beause his human scent could be entirely different" <.<

[a-devout-shannonite]

So I got to go to the event in Nashville last night with Samantha Shannon like I said and it was amazing I still can’t believe it happened and I’ll never forget it. And I put together some notes today from her discussion and Q&A about her writing methods and the world of The Roots of Chaos. I couldn’t remember everything, but I put together a lot of interesting/funny things she said last night that I could remember so I could share them with you all. And if you’re worried about spoilers, I will say that she didn’t share any spoilers last night that wouldn’t already be known to people who have read The Priory, though she did discuss the characters a little and a few themes of the book. So for anyone interested, here’s the notes I’ve put together!

- Shared a long discussion on drawing inspiration from St. George and the Dragon and its several retellings and the changes the Anglican faith made to enforce their colonialism and crusades (the story itself is incredibly fascinating and I don’t remember the title of the specific retelling she said she drew from in particular, but it was really cool to see just how much inspiration she drew from it)

- Many fun remarks on how St. George was awful and England sucks

- Direct quote from Samantha, talking about St. George: “Men” (derogatory)

- On creating this popular fantasy and her thoughts on the typical cishet white male dominated world of fantasy: she wasn’t creating it to challenge them exactly, but to offer something for the people who are often underrepresented in fantasy, to give them a book where they are the prominent features rather than the typical white male hero, wanted to create something where she felt she represented herself

- On giving multiple examples of motherhood in A Day of Fallen Night: she said that she thought she had given motherhood a small place in The Priory, but she wanted to really create a large space for it within ADOFN, said that growing up she always felt pressured by society that her role as a woman was to have children, and that she was never interested even when she was young, said she kept waiting for the switch to activate where she’d want to get married and be a mother but it never did (cue fun anecdote on how now she knows she’s gay so that explained quite a lot), wanted to show multiple different perspectives of motherhood within ADOFN and different methods of raising a child

- On writing ADOFN and getting the chance to work with this cast of characters: said that getting to write Glorian was her way of reconnecting with her childhood self, Dumai was also exciting for her as Dumai is the same age at the start of the book as she was when she first started writing it, Tunuva in particular was very interesting to her to represent a middle-aged woman in a long established relationship to present a counterpoint to the typical idea in fantasy where the story ends for the protagonist when they are young, she wanted to show with Tunuva that it does continue past that, and also that she wanted to make a character at this age in part for her mother, who said she felt as though she was seeing herself disappear in movies and stories as she grew older and the characters all stayed young, also mentioned that initially Esbar was planned to be a primary narrator instead of Tunuva, but Samantha felt that Tunuva would be more fresh as a character given she’s more the quiet introvert whereas Esbar is a sort of typical protagonist style, bold, outspoken, and a leader (and no spoilers, but an additional note on a character in the book; said she enjoyed writing this character realize they were gay as it felt similar to her experience; called herself as well as the character in question both “useless gays”)

- When asked about how she keeps/organizes her notes on worldbuilding, she responded that she in fact very rarely takes notes and just knows her world by memory (much to the shock of the entire audience)

- On what first inspired her love of dragons: the movie Dragonheart in the 90s, which she watched so many times as a child she could recite it word for word and once brought a tape recorder to the theater to record the audio for when she couldn’t watch it, went to see it for her 6th birthday

- Said that one of her weaknesses is numbers, she cannot keep track of the logistics in her books, (for example, if you asked how big the Abyss was, she wouldn’t know), and she mentioned that Isalarico IV Vetalda, mentioned in ADOFN, should actually be Isalarico II Vetalda

- Said she really enjoys writing books with loose ends, cliffhangers, or bittersweet endings (she apologized for this), shared anecdote of a US editor calling her a day before it went to print completely confused about Tané’s last chapter and very concerned she was actually dead at the end

- Told her editor initially The Priory would be a standalone and she wouldn’t write any more stories in the universe, editor didn’t believe her, he was right

- Her schedule of books to write at the moment is to finish the Bone Season 5 draft, research and start her Greek mythology retelling of the goddess Isis, begin work on Bone Season 6, and then start another Roots of Chaos book which she’s already sold to her publisher

- Next Roots of Chaos book hasn’t been decided yet, will either cover the events following ADOFN, in which the sterren becomes chaotic after the siden withdraws and creates a sort of ice age, or she will write the story of Kalyba, Cleolind, and Neporo (she says she’s aware that the latter is the more popular choice among her readers)

[egg-emperor]

Since Games Eggman is your favorite incarnation (I believe so anyway lol), which version would be your least favorite if you have one? Sorry for the rather negative question, I'm just curious xD

You miiight be able to tell that game Eggman is my favorite with how my whole blog is about him and I gush about him and very strictly stick to him for character accuracy in stuff I analyze and create XD You can't get better than the original, the definitive, the character he was created to be by Sega JP. He's absolutely perfect in every single way and I kinda don't feel that any other version comes close to having everything that makes him so great intact at once like the games.

For that, I actually don't like many versions that isn't classic/modern in the games lol. I used to share my opinions on the others a bit more and my thoughts and criticisms but it made people mad and I pretty much said all I needed to say for them. And I don't really care enough to rank them since I don't really like them in the first place, I don't feel strongly enough about it.

The only versions I really care about nowadays is the game, small parts of Archie and IDW (when it feels accurate to game Eggman), X (again when it feels accurate to game Egg), Prime (if they actually used him, he has potential), and they're the only official medias I care about in general really. Not a Boom series, movies, Fleetway, AoStH, SatAM, Underground, etc fan.

Yeah, the only way I've ever liked other versions in media outside the games at all is when it still looks and feels like modern Eggman, even if it's not all the time as there can still be many personality and actions differences and I usually dislike those differences but when it feels like game Eggman then it's really enjoyable to me.

The version I dislike the least of those that I don't care much for is Boom Eggman probably. Not the hugest fan (Casino AU Egg would kill me lol) but I like him above other versions that vastly change him and he's fun to use in my AU and Egg x Egg stuff. He's funny and entertaining. It's just his very different personality doesn't click, not villain enough for me as he doesn't hold a candle to game Egg's diabolical actions.

Not sure how to rank the others. I don't really know which I dislike the most? The more different they are from game Eggman, the more I dislike them but I just tend to disregard them nowadays after realizing they're just not for me but as long as they don't replace game Eggman I don't care and they'll only come and go, so I i just mumble "that's not my Eggman" and move on.

I asked my brother what it seems like my least favorite is and he said jimbotnik. XD Probably because of my rants about how he's literally just carrey with a mustache in the first movie. He's not fat, it was hardly established why he was the bad guy in the first movie, they understand his narcissism but don't present it in an Eggman-like way, he still doesn't look or feel like him at all to me.

But I don't know if I'd say he's my least favorite because I don't feel about the others strongly enough to compare and order them to figure that out. Maybe if I refreshed myself on them I would, but I haven't seen any of them in a while and don't plan on it so we'll probably never know. I'm also done sharing my opinions on versions I don't like anyway, since it tends to piss people off a lot and I don't need the drama lol

(No problems with this ask though, I appreciate the interest for my thoughts)

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Eddie has part of a sandwich haphazardly stuffed into his mouth as he ferries an armload of beers into the living room. He passes them out while Gareth looks around warily as if something might jump out at him.

Ever since Eddie moved into this new place, his friends have scarcely come to visit. The reason why doesn't elude him in the slightest.

It's because of his roommate.

"Can I ask you guys something?" Eddie begins through a full mouth, earning the group's attention. "Have any of you, like, actually talked to Billy before?"

Jeff is the first to shake his head, and Gareth does the same. It's unanimous after another handful of seconds and Eddie spreads a mischievous little grin as he plops down in the recliner. Half-eaten sandwich now in-hand.

"The guy is a fucking brute, though," Dennis whispers. "I once saw him pick Patrick McKinney up by the collar of his shirt with one hand.”

"McKinney? They're friends, so maybe it was just some playful roughhousing," Eddie says.

"I dunno, man. He looked pretty pissed."

"He always looks pissed. That's just how his face is."

The thought of the expression that Billy makes when he's angry brings a smile to Eddie's lips, if only because it almost always resembles a pout.

To solidify his point, the floorboards down the hall give an eerie creak that draws everyone's attention, and the blond himself makes an appearance. He pads into the kitchen, curls a disheveled mess and eyes half-lidded as he makes a b-line for the coffee pot.

The air goes silent and cold, like everyone is holding their breath.

Eddie softens at the sight of Billy in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt.

"Good morning, Goldilocks," Eddie lilts.

Billy gives an amused huff, his back still turned as he puts a hand on his hip while he waits for his coffee to brew.

"'Morning."

His voice is gentle. Still clouded with sleep, and serving to cut the tension in half when he yawns and searches for the creamer in the fridge.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Mm, it got cold after you left," Billy hums. "When are the guys coming over? I don't wanna get in the way of your game."

Eddie snickers. His response is delayed enough that Billy turns around to give him an expectant look, only to be met with four pairs of eyes in return. He flushes bright red in an instant.

That tension is back, but it's different this time. It's shock rather than fear. Almost as tangible as smoke.

"I wouldn't worry about that." Eddie pushes himself up out of his seat and pads into the kitchen, stretching his arms out to cup Billy's face in his hands. "You can hang around, big red, I don't mind."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

Billy curls his fingers around Eddie's wrists gently, searching his eyes for confirmation for a moment before he spreads a small smile.

"Alright. We still gonna have our movie night later?"

"Definitely."

Eddie cranes forward and Billy meets him less than half way, smearing their lips together in a soft kiss that has Billy humming breathily as Eddie smooths his thumbs over his cheekbones.

When they part, the blond's face flushes bright red. Eddie releases him and trots back to his seat, leaving Billy to finish preparing his coffee before he retreats to the bedroom.

The stunned silence around the living room makes Eddie chuckle as he leans his elbow against the armrest.

"Yeah," he begins. "We're totally boning."

"Seriously?" Gareth whisper-yells.

"Sure. He's cute, funny, and he's got the most rockin' dad bod I've ever laid eyes on."

"Isn't he, like, kind of an asshole?" Jeff asks.

Eddie mulls the question over and shrugs. He's seen Billy get frustrated and snippy before, as most people have, but he's also heard the guy belly laugh and talk about how much he loves plants and cars and his sister, even though he's seemingly always fighting with her.

He's also seen Billy get angry— not many people have been privy to what he gets like when he's truly, honestly furious, but Eddie has.

Billy doesn't break things or yell or cuss when he's that upset. He cries.

"No," Eddie says. He toys with a strand of his hair as he glances at the closed bedroom door down the hall. "He just has big emotions, and that tends to scare and confuse people." For the first time today, he dawns a serious expression as he turns his gaze back to his D&D party like a mob boss about to issue orders. "That being said, he's part of my life now, and I'm going to be hanging around him whether you like it or not."

A brief moment of complete stillness passes before each member offers a solemn nod. Then Eddie spreads a smile again.

"Atta boys."

[in2thenewworld]

Hi 👋🏻😊 hope you dont mind me sending my request here instead of PMing you; I'm curious who you'd pair me with :3

I'd like a matchup for a male DMC character. My pronouns are she/her.

Appearance: I'm 5'3", got a full figure body with a round face. I have mid back length, dark chocolate colored hair with down turned eyes of the same color. Under my left eye are 2 freckles that look exactly like this -> : <- I usually wear comfy clothes, but will dress up if I need to. Most of the time I just wear a tshirt with pj pants, or leggings with a tshirt.

Personality: I am introverted, possibly an INFJ, I am more emotional than logical, and am a Gemini

Interests: I like to read, write, and basically do anything creative; I like working with/using my hands to make something, or to help someone out (giving massage, need first aid, etc.) I am also a foodie, love looking up recipes to try and love to cook/bake.

What I look for in a partner is someone who has a sense of humor, knows how to have fun and when to be serious, can make me smile, and are kind-hearted or compassionate. They can be introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted, it dont matter to me as long as I feel I could vibe with them and talk to them about anything.

My love language is physical touch and quality time. I don't really have an ideal date, just staying home with either a cooked meal or takeout would be fine with me as long as I'm with my partner.

heya! however you prefer to send the info is good! and thank you again for the matchup you wrote, i absolutely adored it 🥹

anyway, let’s get into it!

hope you’re alright with a chit chat or monologue, because I’m loading your match!

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your match is…

NERO!

Nero first met you during his off time between jobs at home in Fortuna. You would probably bump into each other by chance. I can imagine a scenario of you helping out a group of children who were lost perhaps? Nero knows how to help them get back home, so he jumps in to assist you. Then, once it’s just the two of you after all of that, you spark up a conversation, and funnily enough, there’s certainly a spark.

You cross paths a few more times before you eventually decide to make the first move. You bring him a small variety of baked goods when you swing by to ask the big question, and Nero tries to play off like he’s much cooler about the whole thing than he really is.

Nero’s sense of humour often comes in the form of poking fun and being a bit of a tease. You can also make him laugh pretty easily. That being said, he knows when to turn it off, so that’s not an issue.

You can talk to Nero about absolutely anything. He won’t tell a soul if you don’t want him to, and he’s got a level enough head to give good advice to others. Sometimes he might be the type to offer solution before comfort, though, so if you’d rather the latter, you might have to tell him.

Nero would go to hell and back a million times for his loved ones. He’s got a kind heart, and he’ll do almost anything to make you happy. His tone when he speaks with you is softer than with anyone else. It’s almost funny. Alright, it’s hilarious. Nico rinses him to death for it, but she’s always on the receiving end of his sarcasm, so it goes both ways really.

Nico would totally get along with you, though. You’re around her a lot by association with Nero, and if you enjoy hands on tasks you might find yourself in the garage as a project partner quite often.

Nero is totally here for the chilled home dates. He finds it comforting to have this space with you that you can call your own, so there’s not many places he’d rather be. He’ll let you choose the food and a movie, he’s just happy to be there.

Sometimes he’s away for a long time on missions… Luckily, you’re always there to welcome him home with your affection and some form of small gift, favour or a date planned. He brings you back souvenirs too if he gets a job in a new, fascinating place. Think of it as making up for lost time. (You also spend a lot of time together post mission because you’re patching up his wounds and insisting that a massage will ease all of the tension and aches that come from fighting. Not that he’s complaining, he welcomes your touch.)

I hope this is to your liking! :) and to my followers, what do we think of the slight format change?