#it's interesting that in the posters you can't really tell if it's a male or a female pierrot figure

[xxchromies]

Toxic Tumblr Communities

Tumblr is a very interesting place. I feel like women have always dominated this website. While it's a great place for women to express themselves, it's obviously created a lot of really toxic communities that in all honestly could probably only be created by women. You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. You've got communities that normalize harmful behavior (self-harm, anorexia, drug taking) and communities that normalize harmful relationship dynamics (the teacher crush and true crime communities, the ddlg community, the kink community in general, etc.), all kinds of different shit. I won't deny that these are all really harmful in their own ways. BUT I can't stand the way many people talk about them.

It's not uncommon for people to make YouTube videos talking about these communities, and totally eviscerating the posters without showing a single shred of empathy, despite most of the posters being depressed, isolated, and traumatized teen girls.

When it comes to the communities that revolve around toxic behavior, I kind of hate how the posters are treated as if it is their fault and their fault alone for other people picking up on the behaviors. If someone looks at thinspo or a SH picture and is like "YES I want that!" did the post directly create those feelings? Or maybe JUST MAYBE the person viewing the post was already mentally ill and now they just become encouraged to be a part of a community with people they relate to? Also I kinda hate how people accuse these posters of "romanticizing" the things that they do, I really don't think it's true most of the time. I think what happens is that women are conditioned into always wanting to appear beautiful, and so they want even their pain to be beautiful. Which is why they then write "sadgirl" poetry about cutting or whatever. I also think it's a coping mechanism. If you're going through something difficult, the least you can do is be poetic about it. I also think that a lot of the times it's a cry for help. It's common to make fun of the emo girl who cuts for attention but even if it's for attention she's still hurting herself.

There are also communities that "romanticize" bad relationship dynamics. When it comes to the teacher crush community, I honestly don't think it deserves the hatred it gets. 99% of the posters have no plans to actually get with their teachers. In YouTube videos about this community, they often respond to the rare posts where underage girls gush about how their high school teacher reciprocates their love. The YouTubers blame the girl for posting about the situation and "romanticizing" it, rather than blaming the fucking adult male for taking advantage of a high schooler. It's abhorrent and I can't stand it.

The true crime community is less defensible, but even then, most of the girls do not support violence, it's more so a fantasy of being able to fix a evil man. And I honestly think it's reflective of the way society tells women and girls that they are responsible for men's feelings and actions, even the very worst of them. And pretty much all the posters are either depressed and isolated teen girls or 30-something year old women who have a history of dating violent and abusive men. When people criticize this community, there's something about the way they do it that's almost victim-blamey, idk. I won't act like what they're doing isn't harmful to the victims, but people act as if drawing the Columbine dudes being yaoi boyfriends or whatever is just as bad as the fucking shooting itself.

And the ddlg community on here mainly seems to be fronted by "littles" who roleplay as underage children having sex with their parents. Again, this is a baddd thing to be encouraging, even if it's through role-play. But I HATE how people act like pretending to be the little is the same as pretending to be the adult. All these girls are fantasizing about roleplaying sexual abuse and idk about you but they really do seem like victims to me. This is not a pass for them to promote harmful behavior but again I just hate the double standards. These people are turned on by being victimized and people somehow don't feel any sympathy for them. They act as if it's the EXACT SAME as being turned on by victimizing others.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I HATE how the standards for women are so much higher than they are for men. Women will post about the pain they are causing themselves, and society gets angry with them for daring to be upfront about it and/or trying to make it seem "beautiful". Women will post about how they want to be victimized, and society gets angry at them for promoting toxic relationships, while not offering them a shred of empathy and asking WHY they want that.

Idk I have a lot of thoughts on this. I'm not saying these girls are completely blameless and I really don't want it to be interpreted that way, but it's crazy to me the way people act like they are heinous and evil (and not like, victims of patriarchal conditioning) for romanticizing situations where they would be victimized.

[timetobeaghost]

I would love Mike Wheeler if he was straight, I would love him if he was bi and I would possibly choose that option if it was up to me, but that boy is just so gay, I swear on Dustin's mom!

Let's look at the evidence:

does not want be romantically touched by his gf, who is a cute girl that he really likes. Removing her hands, why?

is not into kissing said gf

can't even imply that he loves her; later is pushed to declare his love to save her and has to force it out under obvious physical pain in a uncomfortable looking scene involving his male love interest.

shows zero romantic or sexual interest in any other girl, woman or feminine character. He even shows demonstrative disinterest as with computer game princess Daphne, Lucas and Dustin fight over, or Max, Lucas and Dustin fight over. There is literally no example of him showing interest that I could bring up.

uses the Star Wars medal ceremony in a story, replacing Princess Leia (who Han flirted with when receiving the medal) with King Tristan....

In a show in which a character makes a whole ass thing out of Mike's sister hanging a poster of Tom Cruise and how that proves what she's into... He has a practically naked Arnold Schwarzenegger above his bed. LMAO Also has some other muscle creature poster. Only sign of femininity in his room is that woman crouching below Conan there. You are not going to tell me she is somehow the point, are you?

Saw someone describe Mike's behavior in the cafeteria as "casually simping for Eddie" and I think that is perfect. We shouldn't forget that involved giggling when Eddie throws food at him, swooning at Eddie during his whole speech and - when Eddie is besides him and touches him - pushing his chest out and basically starting to flirt.

Oh and a then there is all the locking eyes with Will after some soft voiced flirtation and forgetting the world around them, again and again.

Escalating in the most glaced over "kiss me" face I probably ever saw an actor do

On the other hand he said El looked pretty after dressing her up and doing her make up when he was 12... Wait... Is this really a counter argument?

Come on now, be serious.

((Just stole these gifs and pics from everywhere, sry, credit to the makers!! Point out if it's you!))

[gingerteaonthetardis]

MSR prompts you say? This is a bit weird but, an autopsy record has more than the autopsy on it. Mainly Mulder and Scully being ... well themselves. (Basically Mulder interrupts Scully mid Autopsy and she forgets to turn off the recording.) -disappears into the ether-

thinky!!! i had so much fun writing this, i hope you like it even if you don't really go here and i don't really know what i'm doing. <3 thank you for prompting me and for always being an incredible friend.

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warning for: lame ass gag names, brief objectification of a corpse, mulder being a sentimental dweeb (but what else is new), msr being sickeningly in love

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for posterity

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He finds it in a dusty box, crammed in beside VHS tapes and manila folders and a million other memories, and he can't help himself.

He presses play.

A static hiss. A crunch. The rush of movement through still, cloistered air.

He hears the recorder clicking into place, suspended over the gurney. He's seen it there before, hanging like a pendulum, poised to hear every word she speaks from every possible angle.

"11:32 p.m., August 1st."

Like so.

"Begin autopsy on unidentified white male, weighing… 198 lbs. in extremis. No immediately visible cause of death."

There's a puff of breath near the recorder, and he can picture her blowing it out between her full lips. Balanced on her tip-toes, leaning out over the body to get her closest approximation of a top down look.

"Subject appears to be between the ages of thirty-five and forty, and healthy. That is, he's in good shape."

He pops a potato chip between his lips with a crunch. She sounds flustered. Interesting.

"Uh, really good shape, actually. Well-developed pectorals, abdominals, and whew, that inguinal ligament—wait," she says, voice slipping out of its even, prim cadence, "what the hell am I saying?"

He snorts.

She sighs, and it's tinny but familiar. "Okay. Get it together, Dana… A visual examination of the epidermis shows multiple tattoos, relatively fresh. The newest, on the upper left thigh, is—" and her words go the tiniest bit muffled as, he assumes, she leans in close to the appendage, "—still slightly scabbed. Certainly less than two weeks old. It's in the shape of a… a reindeer head? A moose? Huh. How… cute."

Charmingly, she says it like being cute is an infectious disease an otherwise appealing corpse has been tragically inflicted with.

"Artifacts left at the scene suggest that the subject had some sort of fixation on body modifications, or perhaps needles in general. However, the extensive tattooed area makes it difficult to determine if injection of some kind played a role in his death, as initial findings suggest. I'll have to look beneath the surface. Beginning with a Y-incision…"

His nose wrinkles, and he's quite certain the next bit will put him off his chips, so he hurriedly presses the fast-forward button, zipping through a few minutes of audio.

It resumes on a splat.

"...heart weighs 520 grams, no signs of aching or breaking," she cracks to herself before clearing her throat. "Appears healthy."

He's always suspected she's like this when he isn't around for autopsies, looking over her shoulder and going green as a Painted Parakeet with car sickness, pitching theories at her like he's playing for the Mets. When she goes in alone, she tends to leave the morgue with a kind of tranquility about her—a counterintuitive freshness that even the stale scent of latex and bitter iron can't hide. Her smiles are a little brighter.

Perhaps, he considers, it is simply the opportunity to reconnect with what makes sense to her: anatomy, the body and the story it tells. Everything connected, with clear delineations of where each piece belongs along the way.

There is so little ambiguity in the arrangement of a person's organs. Mysteries cannot help but stumble forth to reveal themselves.

But it's equally possible Scully just likes her own jokes. Her achy breaky jokes.

"This is interesting," she interrupts him, as she so often does when he's on a roll. She doesn't even have to be physically present to do it. Her undercurrent of genuine excitement pricks at his ear. "There's some cirrhosis of the liver, atypical for someone who bears no outward signs of extreme alcohol usage or any of the other usual physical risk factors. Perhaps the subject was participating in regular steroid use, or—"

On the tape, a door swings open and closes on an exuberant thunk.

"Whoa! I didn't know we were getting a celebrity in." His voice crackles out from the speaker. "Or that Steve Reeves had so much ink."

"Steve Reeves is about seventy, Mulder."

His own startled laugh sounds very, very young and—he winces—tinged with an arrogance that can't be tamed, even by his partner's dry replies.

But past-him is too intrigued for self-consciousness. "You know who Steve Reeves is, Scully?"

"I have two brothers." Her tone has gone cool and inscrutable, the loss of her previous lightness palpable in a way that only a voyeur could sense. But she was always so careful with him, back then. "Do we have an ID yet?"

"No, not yet. Prints are still being processed. But the name given at the motel check-in desk was clearly false."

"Let me guess, 'Steve Reeves'?" Listening hard, he can practically hear her eyebrow twitching upward, the faint lift at one corner of her mouth.

"Try 'Mike Hawk.' Jeez, what's that a tattoo of?" he adds distractedly. "A Rorschach test?"

There's silence for a second on the tape, and he suddenly remembers this exchange. Vividly. "Oh my God," he mumbles, abandoning his chips in favor of rolling over on the couch.

He sets the recorder down cautiously, like it's a holy relic, and stares at it, grinning with his chin propped on crossed forearms.

"I don't get it."

"Don't get what, Scully?"

"Why would that be an alias?"

"Why would the name 'Mike Hawk' be an alias? Mike Hawk?" His words are tinged with an obvious grin. Probably smug, as is his wont. Some things never change. "Mike Hawk."

There's a snapping sound as Scully removes her gloves. He recollects how they caught on her fingertips, causing a bit of a struggle as she spoke. The beginnings of a blush had seeped into her cheeks, the sting of embarrassment her fair skin couldn't help but betray.

"Why do you keep saying it at me? It's a perfectly ordinary-sounding name, Mulder."

"Didn't you just say you had two brothers? Mike Hawk, Scully, come on. Known associate of the dirty devil Mike Hunt?"

"I think Mike Hunt was in my sixth grade class."

On the recording, he can barely speak with the effort not to laugh. But there was another feeling, too, in that moment, one he remembers well: a pulse of intrigue, of fascination, which used to catch him off guard. He never knew how to cope with the reminder that Scully the woman—a shadowy mystery, perpetually out of his reach—existed in cohabitation with Scully his partner, the woman he saw every day.

This was the person who threw wadded up bits of paper at his face when he fell asleep with his mouth open; who wore men's deodorant on the road just so, in a pinch, they could share. Back then, Scully using any word—even unknowingly—to acknowledge her own sexuality felt like sudden, blazing exposure to the Lost Ark. It was a miracle his face hadn't melted clean off.

But it was a line they'd taken so much care not to blur, even then.

Now, he listens as it all begins to deteriorate over a puerile joke.

"Listen, Scully, listen to the sounds. Mike," his past self says, stretching the syllable, "Hawk."

"I am listening! You sound ridiculous! What am I supposed to be hearing?"

"You're supposed to be hearing 'Mike Hawk'!" He chuckles quietly to himself. "I can't believe this. The smartest woman I've ever met doesn't know about Mike Hawk."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," she casually replies. "I did see you in a bathrobe once."

The words are so perfectly clear, and suddenly all the noise—the shoe-shuffling, the rush of water as she washes her hands, even the background hum of the refrigeration units—seems to stop.

An interminable second passes in which he wonders if the recording got cut off. But, no.

That's just how long it took him to put the pieces together.

He closes his eyes, picturing it: the pert angle of her stubborn chin, the smirking tilt to her lips. Sparkling amusement, tinged with an adorable hint of triumph.

His grin grows. Scully really does like her own jokes.

"Scully!" his recorded voice bursts out, suffused with delight and bafflement. There's a thread of horror there, too. And desire, but that's more or less a given.

Her voice is thrillingly deadpan as she pronounces, "Gotcha."

"I don't believe it!"

"Mulder, has anyone ever told you that you're endearingly naïve?"

"You little—you just wanted to hear me say 'my cock' over and over, didn't you?"

She clears her throat, a demure little ahem.

"That would be very unprofessional of me."

In sync, both his past and present self laugh, one compressed and crunched by time, the other ever-so-slightly roughened by the same.

"That's not a denial."

"No," she replies. "It's not."

God, he can barely believe this conversation was recorded for posterity. This, of all moments. The moment when he realized maybe Scully enjoyed their flirting. That maybe, when he pushed, she could be counted on to push back.

Even now, belly down on the couch in the privacy of his own home, his stomach clenches at the memory.

She's always been the better actor, between the two of them. He's convinced she could get away with anything, and she more or less has. But the warm undercurrent of invitation on that recording is unmistakable.

"Scully." Closer to the recorder now, he goes low and flirtatious, even as he cautiously asks, "Are you coming on to me?"

He doesn't hear her answer this time around; instead, his ears catch on the rattle of keys, the click of the lock in the front door. When he glances up from the little black box, there she is in the open doorway, auburn hair catching the light.

She's holding the brown bag of takeout in one arm and her purse and keys in the other, and before he can think, he's pressing the pause button on the recorder, shoving it under a pillow, and going straight to her.

"Mulder, what are—?"

Wrestling the bag out of her hands, he stoops his shoulders and catches her lips in a long, hard kiss.

She doesn't expect the force of it, but she's got the legs of something seaborn, unbending against his tide. She accepts the assault with parted lips, mouth already curving like she's laughing at one of her own jokes.

"You must be really craving that Pad Thai," she whispers.

"Nope." He isn't even embarrassed by his own breathlessness, how hurriedly he dives back in to breathe her air. "Just you." He feels the muscles move as her eyebrow jumps toward her hairline, same as ever, and it's like all the blood drains from his brain.

It's hard to help her shed her coat with one hand holding noodles and the other in her hair and the bulk of her back pressed to the door—but he likes to think he makes it work.

"Hey," she murmurs, freeing herself enough to drop a kiss on his chin, "this have something to do with what you just crammed between our couch cushions? You weren't digging through my old cassettes again, were you?"

His eyes light up at the reminder of that particular discovery. "I didn't even know they made erotic audiobooks, seriously. A whole avenue, Scully, a whole dimension of pornography I was completely ignorant of until you opened my eyes! But," he stops, shaking off his momentary distraction, "no, that's not it."

He pauses for another kiss, lingering again because he can.

"It was an old audio log, an autopsy you did on one of our cases."

"An X-File?"

He and the takeout make it to the couch, Scully only a beat behind, pausing to kick off her little heeled boots. She's been breaking them in, claiming she'll need them if they're going to be chasing lights together again.

"No, it was a case we took on as a favor to someone. I can't remember now… What was his name?" He snaps his fingers. "Ben… something. Ben Dover? Or was it Mike Hunt?"

And Scully—well, she just wouldn't be Scully if she wasn't immediately hip to his bullshit, attuned to it like a sniffer dog to a suspicious scent. Her gaze narrows, and he grins at the way her eyelids flutter in an attempt not to immediately and violently roll her eyes. She's had a lot of practice, but he truly is a hazard to her ocular health.

Her smile, though. She can't help herself. It spills out at the edges, softening the corners of her mouth, even as it carves her laugh lines deeper.

She smiles more now than she ever did back then, and he treasures each one. The twist of her lips always feels like he's pilfering extra helpings from some great cosmic store of joy. It's an untold pleasure to watch the wrinkles form, knowing how hard-earned her smiles used to be.

Now, she's happy. She gives them out for free.

"I remember that case," she sighs, flopping down beside him on the couch, kicking her socked feet up on the coffee table. "God, we were young."

"I was 'endearingly naïve,' if I'm to take your word for it."

"Did I say that?" Her lips quirk in wry amusement. "Doesn't sound like me. I must have been in love."

"Yeah," he agrees, stealing another kiss. "Must have been." She softens against him.

He's about to steal something else—second base, if he's lucky—when there's a muffled sound from under the pillow. The distinct sound of his own voice saying, "Mike Hawk" over and over again. Their disturbance of the couch cushions must have started the tape over.

Scully's snorted giggle parts their lips. Her eyes dance like sapphires under the sun. "Did we ever figure out the victim's name?"

"You don't remember?" He sits back, shaking his head. "Wow, Scully, you really love 'em and leave 'em. I thought you had a thing for the guy."

"The dead guy?"

"Yeah, who else? Don't try to deny it, it's all on the tape."

She just shrugs. "Well, if I did—which I can neither confirm nor deny—it's only because I had a lot of tension back then… for some reason."

The grin he's wearing is probably so goofy, and hell if he cares.

Someone once called him one sorry sonuvabitch, but all Fox Mulder knows is that he's lucky. So ridiculously, obscenely, deliriously lucky, sitting next to the girl of his dreams, his once and future partner—twenty years later, on a couch they bought together, in a house they call home.

Twenty years, and she still flirts back.

"The guy's name was Eric," he finally says, because he can't not. Especially when it's the truth. "Eric Shunn."

Scully's laugh is so loud and uninhibited it rings through the house. And he has the distinct pleasure of letting it go on a while before silencing it with his lips.

[deepdreamnights]

A musical CreepyPasta

Based on my short story, here.

Prompts and Process under the fold.

Prompts:

Image: 1980s movie poster painting, night scene, two identical men stand next to each other, they are wearing identical red shirts and blue jackets, one holds a fire axe in one hand, the other has a machete, the scene is mysterious and tense, a vast haunted forest rises behind them. Moonlight and deep shadows, mystery/horror movie vibes, their faces are in shadow, expressions dispassionate, looking in opposite directions

The image is a standard multi composite of several gens, with color correction, over painting and typographical elements.

Suno:

Style Prompt: halloween ambient music, organs, theremin, dramagic male voiceover on top, echos, remixing

Lyrics Prompt:

[creepy intro] [sinister bridge]

[male narrator, spoken word] I know I wasn't supposed to. But I went into the woods. Another me came out. We seem to be equally suspicious that the other is the imposter. I keep checking him for roots and he keeps doing the same to me. Is it a double bluff?

[drop] [bridge] [nightmare flute]

[narrator, spoken word] Is he gaslighting me into thinking I'm the never-was thing and he's the human being with organs and anxiety? Is he truly unaware he's a mockery given shape? If he can be unaware of it, I can be too. [build] [narrator, spoken word] That's kind of a lonely thought, really. [drop]

[Syncopated Bass] [organ]

[narrator, spoken word] It's been several days and the tests are all inconclusive. We both bleed normal blood that doesn't turn into a spider and jump to the ceiling when you touch it with a hot wire. We know the same trivia. We pretended to know the same stuff we forgot that we were embarrassed not to remember. We both got uncomfortable at the exact same time when we walked into the cathedral.

[drop] [Syncopated Bass] [organ] [swell]

[narrator, Sprechgesang] It's been several days and the tests are all inconclusive. We both bleed normal blood that doesn't turn into a spider and jump to the ceiling when you touch it with a hot wire. We know the same trivia. We pretended to know the same stuff we forgot that we were embarrassed not to remember.

We both got uncomfortable at the exact. same. time. when we walked into the cathedral.

We arm wrestled and didn't tie somehow, but we weren't sure if winning meant he was more likely to be fake or less likely.

I worry that we don't really know anything about accursed other selves from the woods.

[break]

Wikipedia has been less than helpful.

[drop]

[narrator, amused spoken word] Mom claims she knows which one of us is her 'first boy' but refuses to tell us on the basis that she loves us both and thinks we should get along.

He thinks she can't tell and is too embarrassed to tell us. I think its because she wants to double her chance at grandkids. The difference in opinion is interesting, but is it a sign of an imposter,

[break]

or the divergence of our experiences?

[drop]

We've decided to flip for the job.

I won. So I don't have to find new work.

I don't know if that's a win.

[flute bridge]

I think the curse is that neither one of us is an unnatural imposter out to kill the other. Or else whichever one of us is the monster has realized they don't think my life is worth killing to steal.

[water samples] [water sfx]

I know that when I think about a gush of sea water and blasphemous screams roiling from the empty hole that should contain bone and brains, it just seems like a lot of trouble and effort.

Where do you get a rusty fire axe anyway?

[build] [build] [drop] [musical tone shift, bright, upbeat]

[narrator, chuckling] I think I'm going to start going by my middle name.

[gentle instrumental bridge]

[theramin-flute duet]

[narrator] Another me just showed up on our doorstep. [narrator] He's caked in mud, sticks and twigs in his hair, babbling about harrowing experiences. I'm fixing him some tea while the other-other me hands him the pamphlet we made just in case. [narrator] Now he's telling us about the Night King. [break] Like we don't know. [music resumes] I need a bigger place. [outro] [end]

[outro]

[lit-80soul]

Inside your mind (Chapter II)

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pairing: Wednesday Addams x male!hybrid!oc (Reed Turner)

summary: Wednesday goes to confront Reed about his absence and to finally question the boy about the attacks. In the end, she gets the answers she needs… but also new questions.

warnings: language, mentions of injury death, underaged drinking, and fight

word count:

Wednesday knocked twice on Reed's door and waited for the answer.

— Said I'm fine, Eugene. I just don't feel like going to class again — Reed answered without opening the door. His voice was afar, but still audible. — I'm just tired, mate.

— It's not Eugene.

It was just this simple answer that made Reed stop in his tracks. The boy was walking, or better saying, limping through his room. He had a pack of ice on his ribs and was returning to bed and heard the voice. Suddenly felt like he wasn't in pain for 2 days in a row when heard the voice of the raven girl. He practically ran to the door.

— Addams — he said still in disbelief when opened the door. The smaller one looked down at his entire body, landed attentively on his shirtless body, and then fixed her dark brown coloured eyes,  almost black, on the boy's face. He was haggard and bruised, but she was looking at him with her expression completely unreadable. As always, except for that night.

— Hm, at least you seem hurt indeed.

— I'm happy that you're okay too, Addams — the boy cracked a half smile and stepped aside to give her space. — Do you want to come in? I'm sorry it's a mess, I wasn't expecting visitors.

— That's not an excuse to be not organized — she simply responded and entered the boy's dorm.

This place was the exact idea of what a teenage boy would look like, except for the uncommon amount of books.

The bedroom had a single bed in the middle of the messy room. It was unmade too. There were lots and lots of books filling the space, some on the floor, by the bed, filling the bookshelf, and everywhere else Wednesday's eyes spotted. There was an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall, some posters of movies and rock bands and... clothes all over the place.

— Make yourself at home — Reed said after he pulled on a gray old shirt that was on the floor.

— I highly doubt that — she said directly once again.

Okay then... The boy thought but didn't say a word.

— What are you really doing here, Turner? What are you up to?

— Hm… you're the one in my bedroom, Addams — Reed chuckled.

— I know that you don't bother to attend class, but you're not stupid, so don't play dumb. I hate when people do that. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why didn't you kill me right there when you had a chance? — she spat the haunting thoughts. — I mean, no one would catch you and now that I know your secret, you don't seem to mind that I could just tell Weems or the police that you're the killer.

— C'mon, Wednesday... seriously? I can't believe you came here just to accuse me again — the boy rubbed his forehead interrupting the girl's talk. — I'm not the monster, I was fighting it.

— That's the answer I was expecting, the lack of creativity of the people here shouldn't disappoint me at this time.

— It's the truth, Addams. Why do you think I was all fucked up before I found you and your friend… Enid, innit? How is she doing, by the way?

His piercing ocean-blue eyes seemed carrying and interested, Wednesday stared at them thinking how could he be such an actor.

— She's just fine, stop changing the subject, please — she finally took the chair from the desk and placed it in front of his bed, sitting with her legs crossed and leaning her back against its backrest. — I'm just going to ignore the fact that you were probably trying to murder another person when we got there at the exact time and will carry on — Reed just sighed, rolled his eyes and then got the pack of ice again putting on his hurt ribs.

— I saw you the day before Weems informed us that you were a new student. You were hurt too and were assisted by Eugene. What is your connection with both of them? They clearly know something else about you or they wouldn't cover it up for you.

What didn't make sense in this whole story, was that neither Eugene nor Larissa looked like they would compact in order to protect a murderer. Hell! Reed could hurt one of the Nevermore Academy students and Weems was just simply devoted to the institution and its students. She wasn't just the principal of the school, she was like a guardian to everyone there.

— You really are intelligent, Addams, connected some dots, but not so slick at stalking — Reed responded. — But you actually saw me back then or you already have put your pet to spy on me?

Alright. Wednesday was taken aback. He knew he was being watched all of this time.

— You knew about Thing?

— Of course. This whole time. I knew that you were suspicious about me as well since day one, to be honest. I noticed that someone was watching me in the hall that night and the next day I saw the class I recalled it was you.

— Well... you being the taciturn kind and always alone feral creature here, when a massive attack starts to occur, could make anyone suspicious, Turner — Wednesday said in a flat tone. 

The Addams girl couldn't believe she was caught. She thought she was being smart but Reed was one step ahead of her. That was the first that something like that happened to her, she was never overtaken before.

— Yeah, but look who's talking. You're not so far from all you've just said. If the monster wasn't so tall and strong I'd think you're the most capable of killing anyone. 

— That's the most flattering thing someone told me here.

— You're funny, Addams — a smile appears on the boy's face until it turns into a laugh, which didn't last long because of the pain in his ribs. He hissed and shrank a little in pain.

— I thought hybrids had a fast healing system. Why haven't you recovered yet?

— Worried? — the boy raised one eyebrow.

— Absolutely not. But it wouldn't seem fair if had to extract the answers I need from you by torture if needed. You're already hurt — Wednesday simply said crossing her arms.

— I always suspected you were the kinky kind — the boy chuckled quickly.

He then stood up and put the ice pack which was starting to melt, on the small fridge that was in the bedroom and returned to his place in front of the raven girl.

— But I don't know either and that's kind of concerning me lately if I'm being honest… I don't know why I'm taking this long to recover… well, I'd love to see your torture methods one day, but that won't be necessary, I'll answer whatever you want.

— Simple as that?

— It's called conversation. We could have done this before you go jumping to conclusions, stalking me, and most importantly, almost getting killed in a forest — he pointed out the obvious facts.

— Will you be honest? — she ignored his sarcastic tone.

— 100%.

— What's your connection with Weems?

— Whew... okay. I knew someone would notice sooner or later, course it had to be you — he lifted his thick eyebrows quickly and smiled. — She's my mother.

— What?

— She's my mother. What was the other question again?

— You said you wouldn't lie — Wednesday clenched her jaw.

— I'm not, Addams — the boy rolled his eyes. — You wanna see my ID? — the taller one received nothing but a deadpan stare. He scoffed and shook his head, but pointed at some place on his desk nevertheless. — My wallet is right there. You can go get it if you want, I'm not standing up again.

He carefully laid his back on the bed and adjusted the pillow under his head, watching Wednesday heading to the place indicated.

Reed Weems Turner.

There was also other information about him and the headmistress’ full name alongside his fathers' name. Wednesday couldn't believe it. Wednesday guessed correctly that no one was aware of this, otherwise, Morticia surely didn’t know that her ex-roommate had a child. And Wednesday’s mother would definitely tell her.

They had the same colour of eyes, but the resemblances just stopped there.

— Why did she not tell anyone about it? Why haven't you always studied here? — she put the wallet in the previous place and sat on the chair again.

— This is a bit personal, Addams — he looked away. — But I guess I answered your previous question, you have anything else?

— Yes — Wednesday decided to brush it off. For now. — The night I saw you, past midnight, being carried by Eugene… What happened? 

— Oh, that… you see, nothing serious. I was just a little bit drunk and ended up in a fight with my old mates. I'm not proud but that's what happened.

— Why was Eugene helping you?

— Weems asked him to — he shrugged. — And also asked him to not tell that to anybody. She didn't want anyone to find out that one day before I was presented to this school I was drunk and got into a huge fight, which was bloody idiot, it was 5 against one.

— Why?

— Because… I'm still underage and that's illegal? — he asked half unsure, half confused if he understood the question.

— Not this, idiota — Wednesday sighed deeply. — I mean why did you drink? 

— You know, just trying to be cool — he shrugged one more time.

— Don't lie to me, Turner.

— Fine! — he sighed. — My father passed away. That's why I'm here now. I've been living my whole life just me and him and then… he just… — Reed shook his head and swallowed dryly. — Anyways, I was sad, drank a bit too much, and got into a fight, that was it. Nothing exciting like killing anyone, I'm sorry I disappointed you. I'm just a bibulous idiot.

For the first time Wednesday sympathies for someone other than Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid, or Pugsley. But she only felt that way for her own brother once when he stopped breathing for 1 minute. Her emotion only lasted minutes then they were both doing dangerous things again.

— And before you ask, the night I went to the forest I was looking for the monster, I saw a strange movement out there and went to investigate. And as you can see, we fought, but I couldn't see its face, it was way too dark. It was too quick and agile as well. Then I saw it ran away and almost ran over you two when it was trying to escape so I let it go, it wasn't important anymore. I had to make sure you were okay.

— I'm sorry about your father — the tone of the girl made Reed look up at her again. He thought she wouldn't believe him, that she would say that his father's history was a lie as well as the story he just said, or she would make more inquiries, but that wasn't the case. Even though her stoic face was showing any emotion, she was being sincere.

— Thanks.

— And... thank you — she stood up.

— What for?

— Well, for the time to answer my questions. I know you didn't lie. And to… helped me and Enid.

— Anytime, Addams — he smiled. — Whenever you need my help, you know where I am.

— I won't need it. That was just an unusual casualty.

Reed laughed a bit. That was the pure form of the Addams girl he had heard about.

— Sure, Addams. 

— I hope you recover well, I'll let you rest.

— You don't have to go yet.

— And be here and do what? 

— I don't know… talk?

— I thought I heard you say you were tired — she was leaving already when turned back to look at him.

— I thought you were Eugene — the taller one mumbled.

— Why do you want me to stay?

— Because I feel like I'm being interviewed. Everything you say starts with “why…” — he joked. — But honestly, I liked chatting with you.

— Is that so? — Wednesday raised an eyebrow quickly and crossed her arms. — That's a first.

— See? I love that mistrust connection we're building here — he gesticulates. 

Wednesday almost, almost showed a faint trace of her smile. She did not allow herself to, though.

— I can stay for 30 minutes. Then I have to go to practice my cello.

— That's more than fine for me — Reed smiled and Wednesday stared at it. Puzzled again by this boy.

She did believe him now, but why was she feeling weird looking at his smile?

[matthewgiggles]

Matthew Goode in the Sims 4

Matthew may well never forgive me for this, but oh well... 😅

I have always enjoyed playing the Sims way back since the Sims 2, though it had been a while since I played recently. However with the new EP “High School Years” that just came out for the Sims 4 - I revisited the game and thought : why not add our lovely Matthew Goode as a Sim 🤔 So after quite a few hours in CAS (more like days lol) and with the help of lots of custom content, I think I am finally happy with the resemblance. The real pros would have created a mask in PS and use the 3D model tool, but yeah am not that talented to give that a try. 😂

If you are entirely new to The Sims 4, here’s the official EA website: https://www.ea.com/en-gb/games/the-sims/the-sims-4

I also highly suggest watching the *Let’s Play nightmare legacy challenge* playlist by lilsimie on YouTube, as it’s not only hilarious but gives you a better understanding of what the game is about. 😄🤣

So here we have Matthew as a Sim doing selfies with the celebrities ⭐️ in the game. I mean it was high time Judith Ward got some competition! 🤪

With Matthew as a Sim the storylines possibilities are endless! You can re-tell the story of A Discovery of Witches and play with our favourite 🧛 Matthew Clairmont. Go back in time, and with the help of custom content you can turn any world into the Tudor period and have fun as Matthew Roydon. Create your own Legacy Challenges with Matthew DeClermont as the (immortal) founder and populate the Sims Worlds with vampires 🧛, or do something else entirely!

As I loved The Offer so much, couldn’t resist recreating Matthew as our wonderful Robert Evans.☺️ In a different save file, why not help out Bob become the most famous Sim celebrity and get his name on those posters? 😉 There’s plenty of The Godfather CC already out there too , so again lots of fun to be had! And in build mode, it could be really interesting to furnish and design the interiors with those late 60s and 70s mid-century decor.

And in yet another save file, why not have fun in the 1900s-1950s playing Downton Abbbey (maybe Henry Talbot finds someone else instead of Mary? 🤔) Explore Dancing on the Edge, Brideshead Revisited , The LPPP Society, The Colour Room or turn Matthew into his upcoming new role as C.S. Lewis in Freud’s Last Session. The fact that those brilliant CC creators have already done the hard work with builds and creating period objects and clothing, makes it super easy to just dive right into new storylines for your sims.

DOWNLOAD under the cut

You will need to download the following CC and put these in your mods folder:

golyhawhaw snowpierecer eyes face paint eyes

twistedcat comet eyes non default eyes

soloriya skin details set eyebrow wrinkles

soloriya skin detail eyebags eyebags

remussirion male skin overlay 11

remussirion wrinkles laugh lines eyes 06

remussirion eyebrows eyebrows 12

remussirion eyelashes eyeliner 32

bakalia male stubble facial hair 01

bakalia male stubble facial hair 02 (Matthew Roydon)

sims 4 dub hoop earring single earring (Matthew Roydon)

s-club WM glasses sunglasses v1 (Robert Evans)

s-club WM glasses sunglasses v2 (Robert Evans)

s-club FM glasses sunglasses v3 (Robert Evans)

s-club WM glasses sunglasses v4 (Robert Evans)

Massive thanks to all these fabulous creators, 🙏🏻 so I could at least attempt to make Matthew look somewhat resembling his goode self.

Matthew Clairmont / Roydon : Hair used is from the EP Get to Work

Robert Evans : Hair is from the EP Snowy Escape

In an ideal world Matthew’s hair would need to be a bit darker, but the EA swatches for dark hair 🤦🏼‍♀️. Until the hair slider mod is fixed, this will have to do.

DOWNLOAD SIMS

I can't stress enough the importance of downloading the above ⬆️ Custom Content or they won't look at all the same in game as in the pictures!

Unzip the files into your Sims 4 tray folder.

Matthew Clairmont GoogleDrive

Matthew Roydon GoogleDrive

Robert Evans GoogleDrive

Matthew Clairmont and Matthew Roydon are uploaded in their non-vampire form. So feel free to turn them into vampires once they're loaded into a lot.

use MC Command Center

or open the cheat panel: CTRL +SHIFT+C : type: testingcheats on (ENTER) and then type: traits.equip_trait trait_OccultVampire (ENTER))

OR just wait until Vlad comes over and turns your sims into vampires 😂

I am personally not a fan of the vampire animations. However with cheats or MC Command Center you can easily flag them as not ageing + immortal. Saves you no longer having to stress whenever they burn 🔥 the kitchen down for the umpteenth time. 🤨

Additional clothing CC suggestions

You don't need any of these to play with the sims, but thought to just mention the following creators:

happylifesims peaky blinders outfit for Henry Talbot Downton Abbey

HappyLifeSims have made tons of exceptionally lovely 1900-50s clothing for all your Downton Abbey / Brideshead Revisited / Dancing on the Edge / The LPPP Society ... needs - so check them out.

mclaynesims male turtleneck suit for Bob Evans

mclaynesims tuxedo suit for Bob Evans

belaloallure jeremie shirt for Bob Evans

trillyke touch silk shirt for Bob Evans

simmieV Brendan suit for Bob Evans

simmieV Levi suit for Bob Evans

belaloallure ed shirt for Matthew Clairmont

belaloallure alister shirt for Matthew Clairmont

pts blazer for Matthew Clairmont

tatyananame suit for males for Matthew Clairmont

sims house classic Men pants for Matthew Clairmont

remaron rolled sleeve for men for Matthew Clairmont

darte77 short sleeve t-shirt (this looks like exact copy of what MG wears as XXX in The Hatton Garden Job)

belaloallure leather pants for Matthew Roydon

satterlly noble outfit for Matthew Roydon

myobi medieval bard and cape for Matthew Roydon

kellymarie69 take the black outfit for Matthew Roydon

kiarazurk prince outfit for Matthew Roydon

ssts adventurer set v1 for Matthew Roydon

ssts ruff set for Matthew Roydon

Basically have a browse at The Sims Resource or google any type of clothing you need, and I'm sure a CC creator has already made it.

Also as if I would forget about Finn Polmar! 😍 Give your Matthew Clairmont sim a blue hoodie, a suit or three to wear, some occasional glasses - get him into the lawyer career and BOOM 💥 Storylines aplenty in The Good Wife / The Good Fight world. 😄

If you have any questions, just ask on my twitter account: @nikki_adow (tumblr messages still a problem)

Happy Gaming! 😃

Matthew, I wish I could say am really sorry about this, but that’d be a lie. 😂😇 There’s way too much fun to be had in the game and hours upon hours of entertainment.

So thanks again for providing lots of storytelling inspiration! 👏😁

[3rddimension]

Tbh, I don't mind shipping as long as it is healthy. Yet, I'm not too fond of some of the discourse surrounding Spencer and Courtney (Spentney).

I know there is that yt video about the ship, no problem. What I don't understand is how people look at that and think, so wholesome. With comments about it being a good ship platonically as well as romantically.

But, as soon as someone makes a Shartney compilation or post, they get dogged for it. I get it, the discord in the past, but that wasn't everybody, and on top of that people say it is gross to try and force this upon them, saying that either one of then could see it and become upset. Excuse me, WHAT?

Like I explained before, how is this compilation different? People are commenting what Shartney shippers say and than copy and pasting it about Spentney. I feel like it is just unmitigated hate.

One poster knocked the tumblr and said it was kinda creepy, which I don't appreciate. The community here is very respectful and makes sure to enforce the rules about privacy and to have courtsey. Besides that, they finished their post by saying they still root for Spentney?

Now, obviously some people don't know about Shayne and Courtney because they are not a secret really, they are more private than anything else. Though, she clearly knows. She's seen the blog and the yt channel, acknowledging it being convincing. So, why would you say you are still rooting for the latter?

Do some people just want them to:

° Stay hidden forever.

° Never date, or👇

° Break up for the trendiest ship right now?

I feel so bad for Courtney, she can't go more than what seems like 5 minutes, before getting shipped with a male coworker. They can date whomever they please, but how many times do we have to remind people that they are just a bubbly person? Not every single interaction with someone insinuates a romantic interest.

With how close Spencer and Kiana are, why not ship them? It seems like people only see romantic ships and not platonic ones, aka genuine friendships between a male and female. I'm pretty sure they've discussed this before.

I love Spencer and Courtney, and I love Smosh, but at the end of the day shipping compilations/posts are more than welcome as long as the playing fields are even and respectful.

🤝

Um. I'm kinda out of loop here? I don't see any post on Tumblr here with tag. Can you tell me what's happening?

But anyway yeah the shipping is cute and fun if we're doing it with the respect to the one who we ship. But yeah Shourtney get a lot of flak for sure maybe because of the old past and stuff but rooting for one ship while talking down on the other one is such a hypocrisy move tbh.

[hypnotichyenascrunchyrollcatchup]

A Condition Called Love Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai

Broadcast: Thursdays at 23:56 (JST) Genre: Romance Theme: School Demographic: Shoujo

Synopsis Hotaru Hinase is a first-year high school student who treasures her family and friends above all else. Unable to understand romance, she decides she will be content living without the experience of falling in love.

While Hotaru is spending time at a cafe with her close friend, she witnesses the relentless breakup of a handsome honor student, Hananoi. Encountering him sitting alone in the snow on her way home, she extends her umbrella to him in a gesture of kindness.

The very next day, Hananoi appears in Hotaru's classroom, asking her to be his girlfriend. Despite being rejected, Hananoi sticks closely by Hotaru's side, performing selfless acts in hopes of pleasing her. Hotaru begins to feel emotions she had never felt before. Believing that these emotions could blossom into love, Hotaru agrees to date Hananoi.

First Impressions The first thing that really caught my attention to be honest, was the lead male's hair. I was thinking to myself, "Huh, he's actually kinda hot, usually these love interests have the most boring hair." Of course I knew it was too good to be true because I had already seen in the show's intro that he cuts his hair. Boo, cowards.

You see he cut his hair because of a misunderstanding while talking to Hotaru, and he keeps doing this, doing things for her without even asking if she wanted it. It's just a bit concerning because the way he's introduced he's breaking up with a girl and the way she shouts at him that he'll never have a real relationship it gives the impression that he's perhaps a player. So while I think the intention is that he's being romantic it's just giving me danger signals.

I can't help but think about the "Dobler/Dahmer Theory" from the sitcom How I Met Your Mother. It's this theory that anything can be perceived as creepy or charming depending on how the recipient takes it. The name is a reference to Lloyd Dobler from Say Anything, who did a big romantic gesture in the iconic stereo scene, and Jeffrey Dahmer the notorious cannibal serial killer. The funny thing is I think that came out before the Dahmer stans really started popping up because of the Netflix series, but I think the stans actually make the theory stronger because it doesn't matter to them if he drugged, abused, killed, and then ate the flesh of his victims because they think he's hot I guess.

Similarly, I think Hotaru could have easily found Hananoi's actions creepy, but of course by the end of the episode she agrees to date him. I don't actually think this is a flaw of the writing, because the audience is given plenty of reason to think that Hananoi is sincere and not just wanting to manipulate Hotaru. He tells her that because he's hot a lot of people are too intimidated to get close to him and that she's the only one that's shown him genuine kindness.

This is a pretty standard romance trope, but what I think sets it apart is the fact that Hananoi pays attention to little details. Not just helping her lift heavy things or looking for her lost hair clip, but the way Hotaru was staring at a poster for a pork bun so he buys it for her later on without even saying he noticed it. And of course the reason he was trying so hard to find Hotaru's hair clip is because he noticed that she always uses the same things and guessed correctly that she treasured them dearly.

I don't want to make this too long but another thing I wanted to talk about real quick is how relatable I find Hotaru's lack of understanding with romance. I know some people on Tumblr might claim this anime is aromantic erasure, but I don't think it's actually doing that here. There's a lot of things Hotaru could be--aromantic, autistic, etc--but the development of feelings at the end of the episode doesn't necessarily mean that she's not aromantic. It could be a squish after all. Though I doubt the anime will go in that direction.

[maleyanderecafe]

Who are some of your favorite male yanderes? Personally I like Domotoris Yuki character and Kylar from dol

I actually did make a list here about the type of yanderes I like, but I do have a couple more since it's been a while, haha.

Liev from Pulsato Cordis - I'm not sure exactly why I like him, but I think it's because he's both a reluctant yandere and is afraid of scaring the MC (in one part he ends up panicking if you call him a monster). Plus he has cute reactions if you pay for his meal. Overall, I like the relationship built up between him and Quinn.

Lake from Forever Yours - I mean technically it's not out yet, but @dei-os is in the process of making it and I do love my pathetic crying yandere guys. I honestly don't see the crybaby type a lot a lot (I think the closest one that I've seen is like maybe Trick or Kiss or maybe Yeonho from Nameless before his redemption arc) so seeing him and his personality makes me immediately like him.

Yuuto/Oliver/Odin from @tsukaramachi - currently she hasn't really been active (I'm assuming university is taking up her time), but I really do like her Ocs and general art style. Yuuto for obvious reasons is the poster child, he's pretty sweet and tries to become the person the s/o likes (which I always like). Oliver is a crybaby so I mean, no surprises there and Odin is a weird drooly dogboy and he's cute too.

Xie Yun from Pestered by the Yandere Once Again - Future Recommendation, but I did like reading this one even if the main female lead kinda gets away with most things? The yandere in this one is like a puppy dog and the main female lead is pretty cool. The plot is kinda confusing though, but listen... he's cute.

Taiyou/Tsukita from StalkerxStalker - It's more of a comedy based one, but I still think it's really cute. The bigger buffer guy is more of the softy in this one while the smaller cuter one is the scarier one. It hasn't been translated in a while though, so that's unfortunate.

Akira from How to Train your Handsome but Overbearing Boyfriend- I always forget about this one, but when I watch it, I remember how much I love it. I keep watching it over and over again for no reason, but the relationship is cute. I just like cute things okay.

Abyss from Kiss the Abyss - This is more in the idea that I like the entire thing and not necessarily just Abyss, but since I love the Killing Game genre so much, this one was really fun to read. It's really well written and fun to read through. Plus, I think the dynamic between Abyss and Prince is really balanced, which is rare in a lot of BL style stories, if I'm honest.

Kirihara Kan from There is a Lie in My Contract Marriage - I actually don't like the yandere in this one, but the story is really interesting and kept me on my toes. Plus, the artstyle is pretty nice too.

Amane Ryugen from My Perverted Stalker - ystrike might not like it, but dang it, I did! I mean aside from the kinda sus stuff that happens and how quickly conflicts are resolved, I actually do like the relationship between Amane and Rindo. Amane isn't too extreme of a yandere but he has enough to warrant being one. Future Recommendation.

The Mermaid from What's Your name - Future Recommendation. I can't really tell the name of the mermaid because that kind of defeats the purpose of the game, but I really did like his route. His attitude about things was really cute and innocent (being afraid that he got her pregnant just by touching her was really funny) while also being dangerous in many ways. I think the MCs for each route are pretty unique as well.

if you can't tell, I have a... type and usually, it's a mix of can I coddle this yandere and/or break them because there's no in-between. It kind of makes it hard to find the type of yanderes I like, but that's alright, I think it's good to experience different things.

Oh, I too, also love Kylar a lot. He fits into that category after all and plus, I think his interactions are really cute. And his dismissal event... well, that one is pretty good too. Now if only I could top him...

[gleekto]

Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (3/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One, Day Two

Day Three: Fruit

They make 34 calls to 34 floor dons in five separate residences at Columbia. After three hours of rejection, Blaine, Dani, Sebastian, and Elliott don't know whether to laugh or to cry. They're sitting in a circle around Elliott's red rotary phone and shaking their heads. They have war stories.

Dani throws her arms up in frustration. "They really support the homosexual lifestyle but they don't want to promote an agenda in residence," Dani repeats in a mocking voice.

"That guy I just called was trying to make up for his obviously small dick by proving that he is, in fact, an asshole. He asked if I was an actual fruit." Blaine's jaw drops open. "Don't worry. I was honest, of course. Told him only the sweetest fruit, ripe for being eaten."

"Jesus, Sebastian," Elliott shakes his head at him but Blaine can tell he's sort of impressed.

"Don't worry, honey. He didn't bite," Sebastian says flatly. "And as if I'd let him." Sebastian is in your face and obnoxious but Blaine can't really blame him here. He kind of appreciates it.

"Well, my personal favorite was the Catholic residence. We love all sinners, sir. But we can't promote sin here," Elliot sighs. "It makes me want to promote sin right here right now." He pulls Sebastian to him and gives him what can only be described as a dirty, passionate, open mouthed kiss. Blaine can see their tongues. They're not shy and Blaine can't take his eyes off of them. The four of them are alone at Elliott's apartment so it's not like it's dangerous or anything. It's just new - two guys kissing. And Blaine has never seen it before. Somehow his one secret dog earred magazine that he keeps hidden under his bed hasn't prepared him for the real deal. He can feel his body respond and he immediately shakes himself out of it. These are his friends. His new friends. And it's not like he hasn't seen people kissing before. God, when he was dancing with Jane at his prom, it felt like everyone around them was making out. Even people who weren't going steady. And Elliott and Sebastian are definitely going steady. He should know better than to objectify them like this.

"Ahem," Dani clears her throat, apparently unfazed. "Decorum, please. We have a new kid in the room."

Oh there's that younger brother thing again.

"Blaine doesn't mind if we put on a show," Sebastian teases, leaning in to Elliott again.

Elliott shakes his head playfully, putting his index figure on Sebastian's lips to hold him off. "If we keep this up soon we'll be growing beards, smoking pot, and singing about free love in Times Square with the campus Hippies." That seems to stop Sebastian.

"Wouldn't mind the weed-"

"Speaking of hippies," Blaine takes this opportunity to pivot from this entrancing but highly uncomfortable show. "I think I'm going to try one last number. It's from John Jay Hall - wasn't that the site of the anti-war protest in '67? I think they have a lot of hippies living there."

"I have no idea, but I'm done. I can only suffer so much rejection in one day," Dani says as Blaine motions them quiet while he dials each number.

"Yes, hi. This is Blaine Anderson. I'm calling to ask if your floor would be interested in a dorm rap session on tolerance from the Homophile League?"

"A dorm rap on tolerance?" The male voice says and Blaine braces himself. "That's boss." Oh. Okay then.

"Oh well, that's great. I'm glad you think so," Blaine looks at the others and nods.

"Oh we more thank think so," The voice is enthusiastic. "Do you know who we are?" Blaine figures that he's about to find out.

"I'd love to know," Blaine says sincerely though he's pretty sure from the guy's tone that he would also love to tell him.

"I'm Jesse St. James, and I'm a don at John Jay. Our group here, we're all about working for a more peaceful world. Anti-war, pro-love, you know. We'd love to have you, and we can work together to forward our goal of peace on planet earth." Blaine shrugs his shoulders and grins in amusement. Jesse is a bit dramatic. But good dramatic.

"Absolutely," Blaine says. "We look forward to seeing you."

It's happening. Next Wednesday evening at 7pm.

Elliott gives Blaine first dibs on whether he wants to be one of the leaders of the rap session because he scored the booking. "I think I do," Blaine says, surprised at himself. It's not like he knows any of these people and he is tired of hiding anyways. That's why he came here.

So it's settled. Blaine will be going to John Jay with Elliott next week to talk about being gay (and to promote peace on planet earth). To tell those freshmen that it's okay to be gay. Right now, it is okay.

Blaine thinks that maybe one day it may even be better than okay but he needs to find someone to kiss him like Elliott kisses Sebastian, for him to really be sure.

[anime-fan93]

Hello, I saw your matchups in the encanto tags, and you bet I was pleasantly surprised. So well written? And for what? If you are still doing them, let me slide in real quick🤓

So first of all I am a minor, to get that out of the way. Oh and a material girl- I am around 5"8 feet, can't really tell precisely because haha, those measurements kind of suck. I have sort of ashy-brown-blond-whatever it is kind of hair, I really can't tell the color and it is frustrating. I sound disgustingly serious right now because It's 3 a.m- I am actually more on the funnier side I swear. My MBTI is ENFP that proves it, I think..

Anyways, I am a huge softie. I'm talking hello kitty pillows everywhere, any kind of cute stuff is my go to. It brings me joy to make people laugh and I try my best to be as engaging and understanding as possible with my friends. I usually try to stay out of arguments and definitely never resort to violence. Do I also know how to win a Redfit argument with a mod? No, but I think I could If I tried. The whole softie character, kind of fades with the amount of swear words I use. And the fact that I am kind of maybe fit and can lift a lot of weight. Though I try to cut down on it currently, because It would definitely be more interesting to not sound like a 50 year old sailor. If that's important I passed a BuzzFeed quiz and It said I am a sigma male🐺

I do everything at once. Writing, drawing, composing, recording, filming, dancing, learning Mandarin, even aerial silks. It gets frustrating from time to time, yet I still manage to spend at least 10 hours on gacha games- I also enjoy cooking. I may not be the best but at least I'm not at the blowing up the kitchen level. And for the last note, I'd like to mention that as soon as I become of age I will constantly be dressing up as a fantasy character nothing will stop me. I reject the thought of plain colored hoodies, I like to look fabulous all the time whatever time of day it is. Actually it gets quite concerning because It can be 8 p.m. and I would randomly start applying make up, just because I got the need to look my best. Guess my posters appreciate it.

Thank you If you end up doing the matchup, I don't really care platonic or romantic, It's up to you!

Thank you for requesting! I can already tell that you're a funny person just from this request!

I match you with...

Mirabel!

She would love you to death, almost literally. She loves the fact that you're so much taller than her, and doesn't mind the neck pain from looking up at you.

She loves your hair and loves getting you little accessories to put on, like headbands, hair clips, the whole thing. She would always buy you Hello Kitty things, like more pillows, blankets, plushies, clothes, etc, because she loves to see you happy.

You two would be the best at making people laugh, whenever someone you love is down, you two would cheer them right up. You two would 1000% use the art of confusion to get out of confrontations and arguments.

Mira doesn't mind you cursing, though she wouldn't curse (at least not often), but would try to make sure you didn't do it in front of the older family members so you don't get into trouble.

She would be so shocked and amazed at everything you can do, watching you with an awestruck expression. She would excitedly ask you to teach her most of it, wanting more stuff to do with you. She would love cooking with you, helping you with a few major things.

She's completely down to dress up with you, loving to do your makeup based on your outfit, and doing your hair to make you look your absolute best.

Though you always look amazing to her. Thank you for requesting!

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750 Followers Celebration - Q&A

Thank you so much for supporting me through this journey! You guys don't know how much this means to me. Every single one of you is amazing.

Below the cut are my answers to the questions that you all submitted.

Q: Do you think Jay is going to become Sergeant this season? A: There has been a lot of debate over this question because of the past few seasons and all of the "Easter eggs", like the sergeant exam poster hanging in the background of the show. In my opinion, I do not believe Jay will become Sergeant. Yet. I think it won't be until the beginning of next season because, if this is a possible storyline, I would expect that the producers and writers would make the finale of season 9 about Voight stepping down/getting promoted, etc.

Q: Did Chicago Justice deserve more episodes? A: I'm sort of split with this question. I loved the fact that there was a big episode involving Kevin, and they always included people from Med, Fire, and PD in some of the episodes. However, the whole plot of the episodes was kind of slow because it wasn't like they were police officers and could go out and chase suspects and arrest people and what not. Their job was just to gather the evidence and then present it in court. I think for many, the show fell flat because there wasn't much action, and part of me does agree with that, but the whole idea of the show itself was kind of cool.

Q: What would make you stop watching each Chicago show? A: This is a tough question because I've only ever dropped one show that I can think of, and it was only because the plotline got really dumb. Maybe if some major characters died in each show I'd stop watching it? But then again, I love the One Chicago universe so much that I don't think even that would stop me from watching. So yeah. I really don't know.

Q: Do you believe in magic? A: As much as I would love for magic to be real, I don't believe it is. But I feel like everyone thinks that way. Cause lets be honest, Harry Potter and Disney make magic look so cool. However, we all know deep down somewhere that it's almost impossible for certain things to be real, and magic just so happens to be one of them.

Q: Are you superstitious? A: I'm not the most superstitious person out there, but I do somewhat follow a few superstitions. Whenever I find a penny on the ground with heads facing up, I pick it up because I believe I'll get good luck. Doing the whole "fingers crossed" thing is something I do a lot. I believe you shouldn't open an umbrella in the house or else you'll receive bad luck. Broken mirrors are bad omens. Those are the top 4 I believe in, but other than that, I'm not really too superstitious.

Q: Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you? A: I mean, I would hope so. I appreciate my level of smarts, and whenever my friends acknowledge them or compliment me on them it makes my day. However, with that, people think that I'm always only doing things to boost my intelligence. For example, I love to read. So whenever I say that I didn't do much over the weekend, people always assume that I read a bunch, when I really didn't. Or that I always study for tests or do homework like a week before it's do. That is not the case. But for the most part, I believe my perception of myself is the same as how other people perceive me.

Q: Who is your favorite couple on each One Chicago show? A: Okay, so for Med, there aren't really any couples at the moment besides Maggie and Ben, whom I love but they aren't my favorite, so I'm gonna pick a past couple. When I first started Med, Manstead was my prime ship, so I'll choose them. Will had been pining after Natalie for so long so I was glad when they finally got together. For Fire, it's gotta be Kelly and Stella. They were literally made for each other, and they support each other with everything. Also, they are so cute together and all of Firehouse 51 ships them as well! And for PD, while I do love Burzek, Upstead is my favorite ship at the moment. I've seen the connection between Hailey and Jay since season 5. You don't understand how angry I was in season 7 when Hailey was so close to confessing her feelings. So season 8 made me very happy when Jay and Hailey finally got together.

Q: Jay and Lindsey or Jay and Hailey? A: I respect everyone's opinions on this matter, so hopefully you all respect mine. I thought that Erin was almost toxic in a way for Jay. She continuously broke his heart when all he wanted to do was help him. But what really does it for me is that she left Chicago without telling him goodbye. Hailey, on the other hand, has pushed Jay to seek out help when he needed it, like when she recommended he take seeing a therapist seriously to help with his PTSD, and she is always there for him, no matter what. That's why I believe Hailey and Jay are the better pairing.

Q: Which character death got to you the most? A: There have been too many sad deaths in the One Chicago world. But if I had to pick one, I've gotta go with Otis on Chicago Fire. Otis was always one of my favorite characters, even way back when I watched Fire with my dad when it was first coming out. He was witty and funny, and his friendship with Cruz was everything. So, when I watched the episode where he died, I was full on balling. I had to pause the episode for 10 minutes because I couldn't stop.

Q: Who is your favorite character on each show and why? A: I'm gonna do favorite male and female character because I've got too many favorites from each show. On Med, my favorites are Will and Natalie. Will has been my favorite since day one, and I like that he will go out of his way to help patients, even if it means he could get in serious trouble. Natalie, even though she's not in the show, always pushes for the best of care for her patients, and whenever she dealt with kids it was always the sweetest thing. On Fire, I like Kelly and Sylvie. Kelly is so headstrong and driven, and he will do anything to protect the other members of Squad 3. Sylvie is such a hard worker and you can tell she is passionate about her job. I feel so bad that she's had to go through so many partners. On PD I love Jay and Hailey. Jay has not always been my favorite male character. Back when I watched the show for the first time, I adored Adam. However, I love that Jay has such good morals and is always pushing to do the right thing even when Voight disagreed. Now, it took a few episodes for me to warm up to Hailey, but after seeing her be so badass, it was hard not to like her.

Q: Where do you get inspiration for your stories?/How do you get inspiration when there's not a request? A: This question is always hard to answer because I really don't know. Most of the time I'm fulfilling requests sent in by you guys and I just write what comes to the top of my mind. If there are requests that are not requested and I come up with them on my own, chances are I saw the plot somewhere else, like in a book or show or movie, and I just tweaked it a bit to fit the One Chicago universe. Either that happens, or while I'm trying to fall asleep, I make up random scenarios in my head, and if I find one that I really like, I'll make a note of it on my phone so I don't forget it, and then I'll write about it.

Q: Do you think Brett and Casey are endgame? Why or why not? A: I'm gonna go with yes on this one. Now, Brettsey is not one of my top ships in the universe. However, they are cute together, and I've been expecting them to get together for a while. The two of them, even when Gabby was around, had a great relationship and always cared for each other. Plus, Matt jumped out of a firetruck to go help Sylvie when the ambulance flipped. He was willing to risk an injury just to make sure she was okay. And now that they are officially together in Chicago Fire, you can see that they really love and care for each other.

Q: What inspired you to start writing? A: I always seem to get this question whenever I do a q&a, but that's okay because I don't mind talking about it. I first got into stuff like this as a reader. Basically, I went on to Wattpad and Tumblr to read other people's stories. I had no intention of creating my own. And then, one day, I started imagining myself in some of the fandoms I was apart of, and I thought, "If I'm imagining myself in these fandoms, chances are others are too," and I began creating stories that followed the plots of movies and shows exactly, just adding Y/n in it. However, that got tiring after a while because I wasn't able to have much freedom because I was following a set script, and that's when I remembered I had a Tumblr account I never used. So, I revamped my account just a little bit and started posting story ideas I had that I couldn't post on Wattpad because either they didn't fit with the stories or they were for someone I didn't write for on Wattpad. And now, here we are. For anyone interested, I've posted this before but I'll post it again, my Wattpad handle is @Writer_Reader05.

Q: Jay or Will Halstead? A: I'm sorry, but I really can't choose between the two of them. I love them both so much. Will and Jay are two of my favorite characters in the whole One Chicago universe. While they do have some qualities that I'm not the fondest of, at the end of the day, I adore the both of them, and I could never choose between them.

Q: Who would you rather date: Jay or Will Halstead? A: Why do you guys do this to me? I love them both so much! But, if I have to choose, I'm gonna pick Jay. The only reason is because I like the characters in PD more than Med, so if I'm dating Jay, chances are I'm friends with Hailey and Adam and all of Intelligence. Will is just as awesome as Jay though and I feel like sometimes people sleep on that.

Q: Which of the requested fics you’ve written is your favorite? A: I think I'm gonna have to go with a Jay Halstead x reader I wrote titled Two Becomes Three. Something about the plot just makes me smile. And to think of Jay being a father......So yeah, while I have so many amazing requested fics thanks to you all, that one has to be one of my favorites.

Q: What’s your favorite series you’ve written so far? A: I love all of the series I have written. Something about creating a whole story that's more than just one part is always fun. If I have to pick one series, I'm gonna pick On the Loose. It was the first series I wrote on Tumblr and the plot of it is something I'm really proud of. However, From the Big Apple to the Windy City, Identity Loss, and Difference of Opinion are all amazing! The first two are finished series and the last one still has a few chapters left to go. Go check them out if you haven't already.

Q: What's your favorite imagine you've come up with and why? A: I don't have a lot of fics that are solely my ideas. Most of my stories have plots that were sent in by you all. However, if I had to pick a favorite out of my stories, it'd be Back Home for Christmas, a Halstead Sister fic I released when I was somewhat new to the platform. Something about writing sibling fics always makes me happy because I get to express the familial side to the characters.

Q: If you had to be roommates with 5 of your mutuals/fellow writers, who would you pick and why? A: I love all of my fellow writers/mutuals so much! I know how much work we put into whatever we post, and most of us are very active on this site. As for who I would pick to be my roommates, I'd choose @hereforhalstead @fighterkimburgess @halsteadlover @resanoona @sylviebrettsey because I feel like we'd all have great conversations, mainly over One Chicago. And every Wednesday night we'd all watch the episodes live together and experience them as a group and then freak out over what happened..........Now watch me fantasize about this all day.

Q: Do you listen to music when you write? A: It depends. On some days when I plan that I'm gonna write, then yes, I do put on some music. When there are days that I have a few minutes to spare, I don't put on music just because I'm only writing for a few minutes and I don't want to waste time. But mostly when I'm writing I do play music in the background.

Q: Do you know how your fics/stories end before you finish writing it? A: This is a really interesting question. The answer is no, I do not know how I'm gonna end a fic before I finish writing it. The only story I had a set ending for was my series On the Loose, but that one wasn't even fully planned out until I got a chapter or two in. Obviously, if I get a request that includes a set ending, like two characters get together or something like that, then I know what the ending will be. Otherwise, I have no clue.

Q: Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along? A: You know, I can't say that I have. Everyone is different in their own way, and that's what makes us all unique. I would imagine if I did meet someone with a similar personality we'd get along because we'd basically be a carbon copy of each other, but who knows. Maybe our similar personalities would cause us to clash.

Q: Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others? A: Not really. I know myself more than anyone else so I know what my limits are and when I've reached them. With people, on the other hand, I always feel like they can be doing more with themselves and their lives. So I do not hold myself to higher standards than others.

Thank you to all of you who sent in questions! I never thought I'd reach 750 followers on this platform. The only reason I have is all thanks to you wonderful people out there!

@winterberryfox @maximeevansblog @scarletsoldierrr @i-like-sparkly-things @dreamingmanip @soph0864 @ryliegh8 @lorenakaspersen @wanniiieeee @nevertoofarfromivar @securityfriendly-jay @pinkbay-love @stephie123

[sagestupidity]

Upcoming long-ass post ahead. Warning you now. It goes deep and it is long. There is a lot of personal information, but I wanted to get it out there for pride month. There is a tl;dr at the end. If tumblr mobile allowed for a page break like the old days, I'd use it now

Tw: homophobia, religious bigotry, sexuality, biphobia

I remember the first time I heard about homosexuality. I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, at daycare, in a tree house with 2 other kids my age. They had just learned a new word and were throwing it around every other sentence that day. Lesbian. "What, are you a lesbian?", "so and so is a lesbian hahaha" "only a lesbian would say something like that". I had no idea what this word meant, I was a sheltered 8 or 9 year old. These daycare friends explained what it meant. "It's when girls like other girls, like boyfriend and girlfriend, but they're both girls". For a half second, my world was rocked. I had no idea that was something someone could do. That was a option? 🎆. Before I could even think about it further, the next sentence came out of their mouth "that's so gross, right?". Well shit, they were explaining it to me, they must have been the expert. "Yeah, that's so gross". I couldn't possibly be a lesbian, I'm not gross, I'm Megan, I like bubble baths and art and fairytale stories of princes and princesses. I'm not gross, and therefore definitely not a lesbian.

When I got a bit older about ages 10-12, my parent's signed me up for a week of vacation Bible school out in Pine Idaho every summer. For most of those summers, I went with my mom's boss's granddaughter who was about my age. Her name was Alex. She was super cool and a nice friend. Very much a typical tom boy. Had a bionicle collection, wore a lot of sporty clothes, even got some of her clothes from the boy section. I was sooo jealous of how cool Alex was. But whenever I was shopping with my mom, and tried to pick out less feminine items, I'd get lectured "that's for boys Megan, you can't have that, it's weird that you like this, Megan". no matter how much I liked it, how much I thought about how Alex was allowed to branch out like that. Why couldn't I?

From then to grade 7, I was in my femme bubble. I wore a ton of pink, because I looked up to Elle Woods from legally blonde. I'd have an occasional crush on the class emo. Loving long hair and eyeliner on guys, but otherwise despising everyone else in middle school because i was getting bullied mercilessly. I reclused into books and movies, like Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean

I was transfered to Idaho arts charter school. Where the girl to boy ratio was about 7 to 1. We had no sport program besides competitive dance. My family started going to a WELS lutheran church, and for a while, none of this conflicted. Little did I notice, that my church and my upbringing were compiling into some bad homophobia on my part. I was taught that gay people were against God and were going to hell. Gay people were "gross" after all. I was told by my own parents that if I *became* a lesbian, they'd drag me to the pastor's house and have an exorcism performed on me. The idea of even kissing a girl with romantic intent made my stomach flip and my chest hurt. That's just proof of how disgusting and wrong it is... right?

But being in a school dedicated to the performing arts eventually caught up with that. Sure there were gay kids at my school. Our main export was musical theater and dance. But I wasn't friends with any of them, so it was fine. Until someone from my friend group came out. For his privacy, I'll call him A, since I still know people that know him IRL. I had been friends with A for a while before he came out as gay. I wouldn't say we were close, but I'd say we were friends. When he did come out as gay, it was like a dumb homophobic light went out. A wasn't any different just because he was gay, he was still my friend, and nothing changed except my worldview.

Nothing.else.changed.

Whenever I brought A up when telling a story to my parents, they'd interrupt with "you mean the friend that's going to hell" as if that was his name and they were correcting me now that he was an out gay teen. I dug my heels in and became a gay ally for my friend, A. Delving into gay rights as a special interest.

By the time I was 16, I was approaching the next metaphorical hurdle. I noticed I didn't really have any crushes... on anyone. I had friends. I liked fictional characters from books and anime and the occasional celeb. I just thought I had high standards for boys I would date. But I couldn't like girls. What would that even look like? It was pre 2010. The only girls into girls I ever saw were on posters in boy's rooms, or straight girls kissing to get male attention. It took a lot of work to realize God didn't hate gay people and even more work to realize that that could apply to me too. I came out as bi to only my friends at age 17.

I graduated, went off to college. Got a dorm mate, who we will call M. M was also bi, and she had the experience to back it up, supposedly. More experience than me, who hadn't really dated anyone at all. M somehow forced me back in the closet. She insisted I wasn't bi because I had never dated or kissed or anything with a woman. I had just barely had my first kiss with anyone that summer. I was only "bicurious" because how could I possibly know until I finally had experience like she did. So I shrunk myself, and only saw boys, because they gave me attention. Girls only saw me as straight, because I wasn't bi, I was "bicurious".

It took a lot of work to bust out of the bi closet a second time.

I lived my life as a bi woman. Constantly changing my spot on the kinsey scale until these past 7 years or so. I made a realization.

I don't really like guys. I'd sleep with them. I appreciated the validation I felt when I did. But I didn't really like them.

So I juggled with the queer label. Because my sexuality was complicated. Sure, I'd sleep guys, didn't mean I was attracted to them, it's not like it meant anything.

Any time I tried on the lesbian label, I'd get yelled at by a lesbian for being biphobic. They'd say stuff like "lesbians don't like guys", "stop bring men into lesbianism" "lesbians don't want to sleep with guys". No amount of me explaining that I don't like men would convince them. So back to the queer label I went.

I got married to a woman in 2019. And was content with the queer label.

But this year, 2021-

I started reading The Lesbian Document™. Learning that my occasional crush on a male celeb didn't really count as attraction to men.(sorry Bo Burnham).

I made a bit of a realization. I knew I didn't really like men, I was just ok with the idea of sleeping with them. But the idea of being with men felt similar to binge drinking.

They were both

Easily accessible

Toxic

Dangerous/thrilling

Coping mechanisms for deeper issues

I realized I was using the idea of sex with men as self harm, and I should probably stop that.

To wrap up this whole long-ass biography- I'm coming out a third time.

My name is Megan.

I'm 28 years old.

My pronouns are she/they.

And I'm a lesbian.

tl;dr:

[aikainkauna]

Found a couple of other illustrations advertising Wahnsinn, as well as the original photo of dancer Grit Hegesa they used for the posters. There are snippets of various reviews and other articles concerning the film on this site (in German). Interesting stuff.

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Episode 2x04 - What if God Was One of Us

EPISODE SUMMARY:

AN ACT OF GOD — On the verge of a breakthrough in her quest to save Max (Nathan Dean), Liz (Jeanine Mason) turns to Kyle (Michael Trevino) for one last favor that could potentially land him in hot water. Meanwhile, Michael (Michael Vlamis) and Alex’s (Tyler Blackburn) investigation into Nora (guest star Kayla Ewell) leads them to a farm, where they meet a historian named Forrest (guest star Christian Antidormi). Elsewhere, Cameron (guest star Riley Voelkel) confronts Jesse Manes (Trevor St. John) about her sister’s whereabouts, and Isobel (Lily Cowles) uses her powers for good. Amber Midthunder also stars. Shiri Appleby directed the episode written by Steve Stringer & Christopher Hollier (#204). Original airdate 4/6/2020.

DETAILS:

Roy said that he took veterinary training, which is how he was able to help with Louise and Nora's injuries.

"How come it feels like you don't know what I'm saying, but you know what I'm thinking?"

Roy moved the truck (with the pods in it?) to the livery.

"Boss's wife won't let him blame the drought on God so that honor goes to his foreman -- that's me."

Kyle on The Science:

"You're telling me that Michael Guerin used pinball parts and a car battery to cause cutaneous perfusion?

(Cutaneous perfusion...i think it is circulation of fluid/blood through tissue, but it's a bit above my head)

The device Liz needs is a "Personal Genome Machine". She ordered it when she still worked at the hospital.

Before entering the Crashdown, Graham Green tapes a Missing sign on the door for Hank Gibbons (who Noah killed in 1x13).  Apparently someone covered it up.

The sign is HARD to read, but I think it says:

"All viable leads reported to Graham Green's UFO Emporium will receive a free keychain.  Make certain you subscribe to the Weekly Probe as we dive deeper into the untold stories of Roswell and answer the question on everyone's mind.  ARE YOU NEXT?"

Graham Green references that he's the "creator of last week's 39th most downloaded true crime podcast." (Assuming that this is the Weekly Probe, referenced on the poster).

Graham Green is opening a 1947 themed malt shop at the UFO Emporium

U.F. Doughs (the Crashdown's new donuts).

Isobel's been coming to the Crashdown every day for weeks.  (Note that this episode is the first one that really doesn't have a clear time context).

"Feliz cumpleanos, mama!" Happy birthday in Spanish, of course, but note Kyle's choice term of endearment for fic purposes!  And she responds in kind "Gracias, mijo!" (Mijo = male version. Arturo calls Liz mija = female version)

"A wild Michael Guerin finally emerges from his weeks-long hibernation in a lab and a library."

Again, non-specific time frame.

"When every other farm was struggling, the Longs experienced record-breaking crops.  Summer of '47. No one could explain it…till October '48. The day after that photo ran in the paper, the farm was devastated by a massive fire.  Foreman, entire staff killed. Whole place burned down."

"What caused the fire?"

"Well the paper called it an act of God.  Said it was a freak storm. Bolt of lightning strikes the barn the same night that my mom's caught and locked up in Caulfield."

Wyatt Long's horses are named "Diamond" and "Silk".

Jesse Manes' beer of choice is "Polestaff".

Cam's postcard from Charlie (Likely the reason she came back to Roswell) says:

"See you back in Roswell --Charlotte"

Top left corner says "Greetings from Roswell, NM".

It was mailed to Jenna at the Green Hill Motel in Dayton, Ohio.

Jenna says it's not Charlie's handwriting.

Isobel in the mindwarp: "And what's your dream, Arturo? What would be your miracle? What do you pray for?"

Arturo & Rosa's fight… 

"Did that fool give you drugs? I'll kill him!"

"Ow! You're hurting me! That's child abuse!"

"Everything I do I do to hold you up and you see it as abuse. I don't know what to do anymore!"

"Yeah right." Rosa falls down and laughs.

"This isn't funny! Sheriff Valenti won't give you any more chances."

"You should be happy. You wanted me to be on the field hockey team, remember? You said I should make friends and have good American fun."

"Who sold you the pills?"

"I stole them."

"Was it Frederico?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Tell me the truth!"

"It was Mom! She's either too high to notice that they're missing, or she knows and she doesn't care."

"You're lying to me. I don't know how to help you."

"So stop trying then. I'm beyond hope anyway, right? That's what everyone else in this town thinks."

"Maybe you're right. I'm going for a drive."

Arturo tried to register with Instagram as PancakePapi!! He ended up with PancakePapi58!

Scene with Steph and her dad...FIRST MENTION OF SOPAPILLAS ON THE SHOW!!! 🤤🤤🤤🤤 (They're the best...in New Mexican restaurants they're like, both an appetizer and a dessert.  They're like hollow fried bread that you eat with honey. Delicious.)  See here:

Plus it gave the show another opportunity to be authentically New Mexican through food references.  (Last season it was in episode 2 when Arturo asked,"red or green?" And Liz replied "Christmas!". In New Mexico that means half red half green chile smothering her plate.) Like so: 

1948...unclear how much time has passed, but Louise says months.

The kid's name is Walt.  (Walt Long?? Some other last name?).

Nora says that under the tarp is the "pumpkin launcher" and it's a surprise.

Nora says it's not safe for Michael here, "but soon."

"Hey do you smell that? It smells like rain.  It's what you smell like under all the grease and bourbon.  It's what your workshop smells like. Something alien happened here. Not that I can still smell it 70 years later."

"This is the best evidence I've seen that Max and Isobel's mother survived the initial firefight. This is something that you do with family."

"Nora's my mother. If she was here at the same time as Louise…"

Note - when did they confirm who Louise was or that she was Max & Isobel's mom? This has not happened narratively yet.

Since Walt was a young kid, Alex thinks there's a chance he's still alive (though at the end Nora definitely thought he died when the barn blew up. I suspect that Walt survived and is the key to the story...not fact, just speculation.)

Forrest: "The foreman, Roy Bronson, was definitely hiding something.  But it wasn't Little Green Men. It was Nazi spies."

"This is like Junior Year eraser room, getting caught by Coach Wiggins."

OG callback to the eraser room being the high school makeout spot. OG, "the eraser room takes our innocence." 

Rosa in Spanish "¿En serio?" Basically "are you serious!?!" Or "really?" When the blender shorts out (awfully similar to her first Noah nightmare in 2x01)

"...when Charlie told me she had stole classified documents, I reported her.  I thought I was doing the right thing and the military put her in prison."

"Right. Where she was safe."

"No. I… I didn't know who she really was when I turned her in. I didn't know what prison would do to her."

"She wanted you to turn her in, Jenna. She set you up to do so. She knew that as long as she was in government custody no one could get to her."

"Charlie fought in two wars.  Who was she afraid of?"

"A private securities firm, most likely.  You know that I met her? She was working on this genetic sequencing project that had the potential to save lives, but also destroy them. And there were some people out there who saw applications for her research that went beyond her intentions."

"She was doing research that could help save lives, and people wanted to use it to create a bioweapon."

"Well yeah, she created this pathogen that could seek out and dismantle specific sequences. Just think about it -- a smart bomb that could be detonated in the middle of a crowded city, only harm it's intended target. Think about the innocent civilian lives saved while you take out leaders of terrorist organizations."

"Or commit genocide. If her work fell into the wrong hands, it could quietly wipe out entire groups of people because they share a certain genetic code, while their neighbors go about living their lives.  Why do you know so much about this? What's your interest in my sister?"

"I believed that I had a use for her pathogen, at one time. But my fight is over now."

A few notes about this exchange.

Clearly Charlie's pathogen is the key ingredient in the smart bomb that Flint was developing, as discussed in 1x12.

Liz's "personal genome machine" can break down the alien genetics and give Project Shepherd what they need to use a smart bomb on the aliens. 

Don't forget, her lab is protected by Air Force security set up by "Alex's team". (Badbadbadbad!)

Rosa describing her bipolarism. 

"I get these mood swings sometimes. Like, I can be happy and singing one minute, and then, all of a sudden, this darkness just closes in over me, and I have all these voices telling me that I'm worthless."

Jesse gives Cam the name of the security firm looking for Charlie.  We don't see the name of it. He warns her to be careful. "I may be hobbled but they are not."

"Now, you were hunting aliens, and I gave you Max's name. Why didn't you lock him up in Caulfield with the rest?"

"I don't know.  I guess I feel like there's a story unfolding in Roswell. Has been for more than 50 years.  You can't blame me for wanting to see how it ends."

Catherine Zeta-Jones in a laser maze -- Liz is referencing the 1999 movie Entrapment.

Liz trying to science-intrigue Kyle….

"Interesting historical footnote. There was an internment camp in Roswell. Nazi POWs built half this city.  Hence the iron crosses. My great-great grandfather BoDean's foreman got busted for hiding a couple of women here. According to him 'A couple Nazi spies escaped and strudeled their schnitzel for room and board right here on this very farm.  See, I was never really as into shooting squirrels as Wyatt is, so, when I came out here for summers as a kid, my cousin Kate and I -- we'd prowl the property for artifacts."

"You know, what we're doing you and me -- it doesn't only have to be for Max...once Max is healthy, we could use this genome machine to Target cellular apoptosis.  I mean, we could craft polymerase sequencing in human DNA. We don't have to stop. We have no boards, no restrictions…"

Apoptosis is also sometimes referred to as "cellular suicide" or "spontaneous single cell death".

Polymerase is like the building blocks of DNA.

In other words, Liz is really, really smart.

FORREST LONG!!!!!! 😂😂😂. 

Alex on the bullet shells: "These match the M1917s the airmen used in '48.

"They were scattered all over the property. Legend has it the Nazis we're building some kind of bomb in the barn. Then one night the Air Force showed up."

"The night of the fire."

"The blaze burned so hot it turned sand to stone. Papers say that lightning struck the barn and everyone died in the flames, but...that's bull.  See I think the Air Force covered up the massacre that happened when they discovered that weapon.

A few things on this scene… 

Forrest mentions his cousin Kate...Wyatt's sister who was murdered by Noah in 2008.  So Forrest is Wyatt Long's cousin. 

Substitute Nazi for alien and it's probably all based somewhat based in truth.  In the 1940s that definitely would have been a reasonably obvious way to cover it up, especially given the history that Forrest cites and the military culture in Roswell.

Note: POW = prisoner of war

The iron crosses Forrest references…

Article on the German POWs in the Roswell Daily Record…

Walt was hiding in the barn when Tripp made it explode.  Explosion looked shimmery, like the alien ship & tech. 

Also, more info than you ever wanted to know about the Roswell Army Air Field/Walker Air Force Base/Roswell International Air Center...including some info on the POWs.

Sheriff Valenti's theory on Noah's death:

"I think Max Evans poisoned Noah and left him in the desert the night of the lightning storm, and I think Isobel Evans was in on it."

Kyle says it would take gallons of acetone to poison someone.

Tripp was Alex's great uncle

Nora was working on a ship to take the pods home.

TRIPP MANES!!!  Full name is Eugene Manes III.

Alex finally gives Michael the piece of alien ship he's had.  He doesn't want to be another Manes man standing in Michael's way.

Cam's voicemail to Liz.

"Got a lead on my sister.  Give me a call when you get that tin-star-wearing E.T. awake, so I can curse him out for worrying us all. Good luck Liz. Bring Max home."

Arturo's Spanish to Liz and Rosa.

"Das gracias a Dios.  Gracias todos los dias."

Translates generally to "Thank God.  Thanks every day."

Isobel's monologue at the end:

"The idea of God always freaked me out. Like, apparently he made people in his own image, which, first of all, get over yourself. And also, does that apply to us? Does every planet have its own God? Let's say that we're all clones of the big guy in the sky. Well then, doesn't it stand to reason that we're all capable of slinging light? Well I guess by that same token we're all capable of tremendous wrath. We're walking contradictions. A never-ending mercurial rise and fall. Darkness and light. I guess the real miracle is choosing the light. Despite the ever-present darkness. Look at us. You're in the middle of a downright biblical desert, galaxies from where we started. I mean, our very existence is a miracle. I'm capable of so much more than I thought I was, Max. I really think that maybe I could do great things. I need you to come back, okay? I need you to be the thing that I can believe in. That doesn't let me down. I just need this one little miracle, and I promise I won't ever ask for anything ever again."

MUSIC:

1. LEN "Steal My Sunshine"

2. Spacehog "In The Meantime"

3. Duke Ellington "Take It Easy"

4. Maná "Como Te Deseo"

5. Oasis "Don't Look Back In Anger"

6. Ben Harper "Waiting On An Angel"

[krazy-kipo]

Amber Knight "Pyro"

Information

Name: Amber Knight

Nickname: Pyro

Species: Human

Powers: Genetic experiment

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Stats

Intelligence: Very High

Strength: High

Fighting Skills: High

Speed: Average

Durability: Very High

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 Profile

 Age: 17 (217) years

 Weight: 200 pounds

 Height: 5'10"

Sexuality: Non-binary Lesbian

 Ethnicity: Irish and Native American

 Skin Color: Caucasian 

 Hair color: Dyed Red

 Eye color: Brown

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 Background

 Weapons: Gunpowder, lighters, sticky sap, firecrackers, home made fire works, nectar bombs, experimental explosives, vines/ropes with hooks, daggers. Steel toed boots.

 Abilities:

- Understands Pyrotechnics to the core and can make an explosive or flammable object out of almost anything. 

- They have memorized the stars and their constellations, know the periodic table by heart, and are very booksmart. Has had many conversations with the Newton wolves and prides themselves on their knowledge. They aren't a super genuis but they know enough to keep an intelligent conversation going for a long time.

- Loves and is good at science. Enjoys reading and collects old books that they find so they can reas them. Not very good at math but is still considered a genius both in and out of a lab.

- Ambers very good with makeup and hair. They were studying cosmetology before the mute epidemic and used to make their own products with friends. Occasionally if they have the time they make conditioners that they sell and trade to mutes.

- Very good at parkour and are hard to sneak up on. They like to climb trees and have an extensive knowledge of nature. Botany and Astronomy were some of their favorite subjects so they have a great understanding of how the world works. 

- They have basic first aid and extreme wilderness survival training. They can start a fire without a flint rock or lighter, they know how to build structurally stable shelters in different environments, can make snares and traps for food, weave nets, dig deep ditches, they can grow and farm their own food, and can filter clean water for drinking.

- Very empathetic to mutes and sometimes it seems like they understand their thoughts. Mega mutes don't seem to mind their presence and will go as far as to hurt other mutes for messing with them. They have gained the interest of more than a couple gangs this way and have earned some respect despite being human.

 Weaknesses:

 - Can be snarky and this snark/sass has gotten them into big trouble with mute gangs. Also much like their weapons they have a very explosive personality. 

- Is very reckless and although smart has a low impulse control. They are often throwing themselves into situations they shouldn't be in and can get themselves hurt when trying to get out.

- Has a big heart for some things and will do whatever's needed to protect certain mutes. They can also be very cold to others without explanation and aren't the best with emotion because of trust issues. Expressing their feelings can be hard for them and being thrust into a world they don't understand or know has been a very difficult adjustment emotionally.

- Doesn't trust easily and has abandonment issues from their parents leaving them in their pod alone to wake up in a new world with no guidance or help. Because of this they have lost many potential allies and friends.

- High pain tolerance is both a gift and a blessing. They have hurt themselves many times without knowing it and have gotten sick from untreated burns and infections that could've easily been solved earlier. They also don't care that much about themselves so they get hurt a lot. 

- Don't ever tell the Mod frogs but they never learned to swim. The can kind of float but if the waters too deep they begin to thrash and will drown if they don't get help.

 Backstory

 Amber was frozen in a cryogenic pod. Their parents were scientists and they saw how the world was going to hell as mutes were just forming. When Amber was young they were sick so they experimented with different medicines and had many trial periods during their first couple years. Their parents began to notice the mutations in Amber as they got better and feared for their life with all the backlash for mutes.

Freezing Amber forcefully they woke up 200 years later in a world they didn't know or understand. Their family was gone and they had no idea if they woke up early or late or if they had just left them in the pod.

Alone and confused their survival pack which had been packed 200 years ago was all they had to face this crazy new world.

 Quickly getting used to mutes and how the new world order worked Amber made a name for themselves as Pyro. Not identifying as male or female they hid at Rat Land and wove in and out of the landscape traveling and creating maps that highlighted resources, hidden burrows, animal territories, and mute pack schedules. They made friends with many mutes and humans and did their best to only be hostile when needed and remain in neutral zones.

Although they were still dealing with their feelings from being abandoned and missing the Old World they found themselves falling in love with this new world and all the science and wonder that came with it.

 They always wear a gas mask and jacket to hide their figure and face. Whenever something goes wrong explosives are the first thing they reach for. Very intelligent for their age both with survival skills and book smarts they become a well known human quickly.

They meet up with Ben and Dave at RatLand and become fast friends. Every now and then they do jobs to help the two out and keep in close contact.

Pyro knows where things used to be and were stored, because of this they're the go too if you want something specific and can't find it. They take on jobs from mutes and get supplies that the packs need. In exchange their aloud safe passage through different territories. Typically the Mod frogs and Newton Wolves ask for their assistance. Through the knowledge they learn from other people and packs they are able to learn to survive.

They're able to avoid and escape Scarlemange despite his multiple attempts to add them to his human collection.

 The Mod Frogs turn against them and constantly look for them. Scarlemange makes it a game. Wanted posters are up everywhere just for them. He becomes intrigued with this person and when captured Amber quickly comes up with the lie their gas mask was burned on and taking it off would rip up their face and possibly kill them. Scarlemange pulls at the mask and a wet paper towel they stuffed in their mask earlier because of an injury falls out making him recoil. He believes that's flesh and decides they can stay and so can their mask...

 Their mask keeps them from falling under the influence of his pheromones. However when asked they agree to help him freely. Secretly they begin to free humans as they pretend to be a lab partner and sabotage his projects. Scarlemange doesn't notice or doesn't mention it. 

 Unable to control them and bored with his life Scarlemange goes to them for entertainment and companionship. He finds himself enjoying their snarky replies along with their long scientific, historical, cosmetic, or philosophical talks and slowly he grows more attached to this strange human. He begins making them the guest of honor at his balls and shares parts of his old life.

Pyro begins giving him small gifts. Things like origami flowers they made with spare paper, a picture they drew, a small passage they wrote, an interesting quote they think he'll like, a song they wrote or a book they found they think he may like. As Scarlemange becomes closer he finds he enjoys giving them things as well.

Dressing them up in different formal attire or spoiling them with nice things that usually only mutes would get. He realizes Pyro is his first human friend well friend at all and Pyro is probably not even their real name. He tries digging for more about their past and even opens up more about himself in an attempt to gain knowledge. They are vague in what they reveal and he finds himself craving more. He needs to be in control and he needs to know things. He starts getting clingy and worried they'll leave and abandon him.

 When his generals notice humans have gone missing and are escaping more frequently he starts to believe it's Pyro. He begins getting desperate for their real name and identity trying to dig up whatever he can from whoever he can. They're not from a burrow and they weren't born on the surface lands. They don't exist and have only just start appearing and it's driving him insane. Pyro talks to him but never about personal things, never about their past or growing up. Never about who they really are and where they come from. Things he's divulged to them. He wants to know what they look like and he becomes obsessed with finding a way to use his pheromones on them so they can never leave his side. His paranoia grows and he fears they'll become bored of him or that their friendship is an act and they'll leave him all alone.

 His attachment grows and he begins thinking of Pyro as his protege and successor. He needs to be able to see them. To control them so they can't leave. When he finds out what they've been doing behind his back and that his suspicions were right about the humans he becomes furious and demands the mask be ripped off as punishment. He figures with their medical lab they can just fix whatever happens and that it'll be fine. That Pyro will be okay and they'll continue to be good friends depsite the set back. 

 It comes off easy and Scarlemange realizes this entire time he's been tricked. He tries to spray them with pheromone perfume but they run off his throne platform, grab a vine and slide down to the ballroom running outside before they can be retrieved. Scarlemange makes it his goal to bring his friend back home and pays high prices hoping the gangs will find them and bring them back.

Whether they like it or not.

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Some pictures of Amber/Pyro

Click for better quality

(I'm working on hair consistency/length lmao)

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