#like yeah the shit she went through is horrendous

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Reading this article about that former foriegn correspondent for tons of massive networks turning right wing conspiracist is wild but not surprising. Like white women truly cannot say they've never been instrumental to white supremacy because the minute marganilized people try to hold you accountable for your part or even when things just start going bad for you, you bitches do the same shit as white men and either lash out at communities who literally have nothing to do with you and your problems and eventually turn into nazis in the blink of an eye.

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

I'm so upset about Five and Lila's friendship being ruined. they had such a good platonic friendship!!! it was such a good arc too!!! the coworkers to enemies to reluctant allies to found family was such a good arc!!!!! they had such a good relationship!!! the banter, the vibes, the shared trauma!!!! it never needed to be romantic!!!! what was the point!?!

the worst part was that it was so obvious the writers were going to do it!!!! once they got stuck in the subway and the title of the episode was " Six Years, Five Months, and Two Days" (or something like that) I knew!!! and it hurt!!! everytime they showed them getting closer, I cringed!!! I was really hoping that I was wrong, but I wasn't!!!

i could totally see them getting closer. having six years to get over their past grievances with each other, to talk about the Commission and The Handler, to talk about their family being idiots. I could totally see them becoming more like siblings!!!! I needed more witty banter and them being chaotic besties, not whatever the fuck they were doing!!!!

also season 1 Five would never!!!! he would never do anything to harm his siblings unless he absolutely had to for their own good! he never hated his family, it was all a mask, a coping mechanism, so no one had to see that all he really fucking wanted was to keep his family safe!!!! the while point of season one was that Five disobeyed the Commission's orders to save his family!!!! so what was the point of fucking his brother's wife????

also!!!! Lila would never!!!! after all the shit her and Diego went through in season three??? all the lovey dovey shit!!! they would never get bored of each other!!!! maybe they would get bored of suburban life, but they would make it work!!!!! they would go on trips, or take up boxing, or something other than hate each other!!!!! THEY HAVE KIDS TOGETHER, LILA WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER KIDS!!! not after what happened in her own childhood!!!

the age gap between them is horrendous!!!!! she's fifteen years older than him!!!!!! "Oh, well, Five is 73," or some other bullshit you might be saying. DOESNT MATTER!!!!! Either way one of them is way too old for the other!!!!! Lila, physically. Five, mentally.

THEY WERE AN ICONIC DUO, WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS????

so yeah, fuck tua season 4

[avaf00rd]

Little shits Pt 3

Arsenal women x Teen!reader

I know a promised this a few days ago but it actually took ages.

Like always enjoy!!

Warnings: spelling mistakes in too tired to read over xxx so if something doesn’t make sense it probs doesn’t

part 1😚

part 2😚

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“What time will you be ready?” Asked Katie through the phone. Whenever she went grocery shopping she would take you with her so you can do your shop. Then she claimed she could also make sure you buy the right foods for a girl living on her own.

You actually liked grocery shopping, it was so much fun now that you were living alone and got to pick the foods for your own kitchen. “Like now. Head over now”

She soon hung up the phone and found herself out the front of your building. You go down the lift and found the white car. You went to walk to the front seat when you found Caitlin in the front. She poked her tongue out at you from behind the glass as you smiled and hopped in the back, only to find a grinning Kyra sitting on the other side of the row. “Kyra!” You exclaimed as you hugged the girl.

“I’m coming” smirked Kyra at you

“Yeah and no being little shits!” Caitlin exclaimed from her seat

“Hi Cait” you said kissing her cheek, Katie pecked your shoulder as you hugged her from behind her seat. After 20 minutes on the road, Katie pulled her car up to the parking lot of the grocery store. Before leaning back to face you and Kyra.

“Ok no going crazy. Specifically you Kyra” Katie said as Kyra gave the older girl a ‘really?’ Look before she continued “have you got your list y/n?”

“Yes mum” you dragged out the last word as you got onto your notes app to check. Kyra only came along cause she was apparently ‘bored’. She already went shopping with mini, even though mini had only been in London a week, she was not happy with the 23 year old’s kitchen.

You all walked in the entrance with you grabbing your shopping basket. After 10 minutes, you were grabbing pasta stuff in one of the aisles, when exiting said aisle. Kyra and her obese puffer managed to knock down one of the cardboard-built shelves, with bottles of fake tanner on the shelves. The noise of 30 bottles of tan falling to the ground made the entire store turn around. You felt embarrassment standing next to the girl so you walked away from her, hiding into the next aisle, trying to hold onto your laugh.

“Sorry” Caitlin announced quietly to workers and other shoppers around as Katie and her knelt down to help the very embarrassed girl. You finally finished all of your shopping as you lined up to pay for yourself. You felt a light shove to your back from behind.

“Oi why did you leave me” Kyra complained “that was the worst thing I have ever experienced” she winged leaning into your shoulder whining.

“Are they done?” You asked Kyra, motioning to Katie and Caitlin

“Apparently not” Kyra said now standing behind you with her bag of chocolates, full on pushing in front of the middle aged woman in the line.

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You were in your room packing a suitcase for Switzerland. Arsenal had some brand sponsorship situation with a travel company that you didn’t understand. But all you know is that the company was sending you, Alessia, Kyra, Vic, Caitlin, Katie, Teyah, beth, viv, Steph, Lia, Kim, Jen, Lotte, Laia, Leah and Amanda all to Switzerland. All in one house. Leah told you to get super excited cause the house in the mountains must be huge to fit 17 girls in.

You texted Leah to ask if she was done packing so you could come down to her apartment. Leah lived in the apartment below you so she took you to things often, you would both drive to the training grounds together so you could get on the bus for the airport.

“This is gonna be sick” you said later sitting at Leah’s kitchen island as she filled up her water bottle.

“Yeah it’ll be cool” she laughed screwing on the lid of her bottle

“I brought my Aussie rules ball” you said wiggling your brows at her, she was horrendous playing it. She let out a huff remembering it.

“We are gonna be in the cold mountains, no one is gonna wanna play with it”

“Ouch”

“Sorry. You know what I mean. Anyways are you ready?” She yelled across the flat, heading to her room to grab the suitcase. You propped yours up on its wheels, turning off all of Leah’s lights for her. You both drove peacefully in the car to the facility, you quickly connected tour phone to Leah’s car when she turned up her own music.

“Ew you just like old people music” you said turning on your preference

“This is not old people music. This is the greatest album of all time”

“Meh meh” you mimicked her as you turned on Nikki Minaj.

“Watch it Missy. And your music taste is just awful” she giggled next to you

“Watch it missy” you said back.

When you sooner arrived, you jumped out of the car and grabbed your suitcases from Leah’s boot, you kindly grabbed Leah’s out and setting it down upright next to the car. “Thank you tiny” she smiled as you both walked towards the other girls waiting neat the bus.

“Ah I do too much” you sighed shrugging

“I did just drive you here. Ever thought about me helping you apply for a driving test?” She looked down slightly at you as you walked together

“Why would I if I have a whole starting eleven who would do it for me?” You said motioning your hands towards the large group of girls ahead, all in their twenties. You noticed Viv’s back towards you as you sped up towards her, before quickly jumping on her back. “Missed you vivvy” you said sweetly.

“Ow you nearly did my spine” Viv whines as you hop off her.

Beth shoved you away from her girlfriend and pulled you into her. “How are you tiny?” She asked kissing the top of your head

“So excited” you hummed, squeezing her tight.

A few media staff would be coming with you. Since you were on the trip with some arsenal sponsor brand, they would film some fun media on the trip. Said staff announced that you could all leave your bags where they were and hop onto the bus. You got onto the bus last and saw Lia sitting on her phone in one of the front rows, you loved Lia. She was one of the sweetest people in the world in your opinion. So you pointed towards the seat, reading ‘is this taken?’ on your face, quickly before she moved her hat that was sitting on it motioning for you to sit next to her.

“It’s so cool we get to go to Switzerland, you have to show me everything” you said to the brunette. Your excitement to go to her country made her heart warm up as she pulled you into her side for a hug.

“You are gonna see everything. I think best travel guide right here” she pointed towards herself, making you giggle. The bus was still too cold for you so you unzipped your backpack to grab your warmer jacket out, you felt the front pocket vibrate where your phone was so you went to grab it. You saw a text from Kyra

Kyra

Im 6 rows behind turn around

You and Lia stupidly both turned around to look at the row before two scrunchies were flown at both your faces, Vic and Kyra both laughed loudly, while you whined at the stinging on your forehead. The elastic flying at both your faces actually hurt.

“Four victims down lets go” Kyra said high-fiving vic with a wide grin.

“You better get her on behalf of both of us” Lia sighed settling back down in her seat.

“The idiot better sleep with one eye open I say” you said making Lia giggle before opening her own phone.

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Later on the plane you found yourself sitting across from Kyra and Alessia. You again, sitting next to Lia.

“Y/n” kyra whispered from across the aisle. You peeked over Lia before Kyra waved at you. You thought it was weird but slowly waved back before mouthing a ‘what?’.

Kyra quickly turned to poor Alessia who was peacefully on her phone, “please switch with y/n/n” she held up being hands and pulled out her puppy dog eyes towards the blonde.

Kyra huffed followed by a laugh before getting her stuff and heading over towards where you were , you didn’t realise kyra had requested this until Alessia had made her way over to you. You were honestly getting bored of the sleepy Lia next to you. So you smiled at her before gabbing your bag and going over to Kyra.

“Absolutely not!” Leah slightly yelled from the other end of the plane, who caught you shuffling over next to Kyra.

“We won’t be loud I promise!” You said peeking over to see the blonde. She raised her eye brows at you before giving in to your begging eyes. You and kyra soon pulled up the games on your phone you could play together, you first started by playing Fifa mobile together.

“Aha! Goal!” You yelled throwing your arms up jolting out of your seat, you scored your eighth goal in the last few seconds “I win” you smiled before settling back down in your seat. Avoiding making eye contact with some of the other girls sending you glares due to your volume.

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You found yourself and 16 of your teammates at this random building having a briefing with an older man. He told you a bit about the house you would be staying at and how the next three days would look like. You really weren’t fazed by any of the given information, instead just excited to get there. It was already freezing you had put on your large puffer jacket, scarf and beanie. You were hoping to see snow while here.

You all hoped into multiple mini black vans to head to the house, you cuddled into Viv’s side of how cold it was. Both vehicles slowly pulled up a long driveway, you were first to notice the house “what the fuck-“ you said in shock looking at the house.

You received a slap to the shoulder by viv and an “oi” from Steph. But most were also in awe of the house, some taking photos. When you got out of the car there were wide faces and glowing eyes at the large house. The house was huge, covered in dark timber, still managing to give it a cozy feel due to its size, you could tell by the large number of balconies, that there would be many rooms. A wide scene of mountains surrounded the outside, which got you excited for the views from the rooftop you spotted. Lia held the list in her hand of how to unlock the door with the key and code, as all of you girls trudged your suitcases up the front stairs.

You noticed Kyra walking up in front of you, you grabbed a small pile of snow in your fist and threw it at her beanie-covered head. “Ow y/n!” Kyra wined.

“Don’t” Caitlin told you. You made a few of the girls laugh either way, so you didn’t really care.

Lia and Leah struggled for a few minutes to get the door unlocked with the code. But it was a success a moment later and everyone was trying to get in the door.

Lots of “oh my god”, “shit”, “this is huge” words could be heard from you and your teammates. A large staircase could be seen in front of you, leading to a range of bedrooms above. The biggest kitchen you had ever seen in your life to the right, with a floor length window containing the best views of the snowy mountains.

“Ok ok rooms, some get their own, some share, made by the staff” Kim said getting people’s attention, “Little room 1, sweet! Foordy and McCabe room 2, Teyah and Vic room 3, Jen room 4, Beth and Viv room 5, Lotte and Less room 6, room 7 Kyra and y/n - wait no” Kim said as most of the girls agreed, you two could not under any circumstances share a room for the next 3 nights. “One of them is gonna share with me. You two pick, who wants to share with me?” Kim asked you and Kyra.

“No its fine one can share with me” Steph said “you get a good sleep” she laughed at Kim.

“Ok I’ll share. At least ill be safe with Steph, Kyra watch out” you mentioned to the girl, noting that you would get her back for the bus.

“You already got me back with the snow to my head!” She exclaimed

“No more pranks” Steph smiled pushing you from behind slightly towards room 9. When the door was opened, Two huge queen sized beds were in the middle of the room, the comfiest looking beds you were sure you had seen in your life.

“Omg omg” you squeezed jumping up and down like a toddler.

“Insane!” Steph grinned wide admiring the room and its view from the large window behind the beds. You both unpacked your suitcases in the respective suitcases provided.

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“Hurry up you two!” You yelled at Katie and Caitlin who took a while to come out and play in the snow an hour later. “Cheeky girls” you smirked at Caitlin before Katie shoved you slightly and Caitlin threw snow at your face. The older girls broke out into laughter as you felt it go down your jumper. You shook your head and moulded the largest snowball you had seen and threw it right at Caitlin’s chest.

Those actions broke the sweet hour of all you girls making snow angels and snowmen into a full snowball fight. Everyone was after everyone at that moment, a hard throw from Amanda to the back of your head had you slowly falling over. You pulled at her feet from the ground, which caused her to join you in the slippery snow. You both were collapsed laughing. You saw Leah next to you, both you and Amanda looked at each other before throwing a snowball to her head. She groaned at the cold feeling.

“What happened” Jen laughed at her

“Just got 2 balls to the face”

“And that my friend is a rare occurrence for Leah Williamson” you smirked before hiding behind Amanda. Since you were on the ground, Leah easily and quickly threw snow at your whole body.

“Your disgusting tiny!” She yelled as you got up and tackled her into the snow, both of your stomachs hurting from laughing.

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Later you were snuggled into Lia’s lap on one of the large campfire chairs. A blanket covering the two of you. All of you girls were working up around it while Kim, Jen and Katie attempted to get the pizza fire maker working.

“What are we doing tomorrow tour guide” you said to the girl with her arms around you.

Everyone all turned their heads, curious for the girl to tell what she had planned. “Well we should all go into town tomorrow morning and get drinks and food there for breakfast. I could see the lights from my bedroom so it shouldn’t be a long walk” You all nodded smiling, “then definitely snow boarding for sure!”

“Yay!” You said in excitement. You felt a buzz in your jacket pocket, you pulled it out and opened your phone.

Mum

Hey girl. Hope your having the best time there! So so happy for you, give me a call when you can chick. Mama loves you.

Your eyes stung looking at your phone, You always got emotional when you received texts like this from your family. Managing to get out of Lia’s arms you smiled at her “just got to call my mum”. Steph brushed her hand against your back in comfort as you walked inside the house.

You were on the call for a good 30 minutes, it made you start to tear up. You didn’t get to see her for the last camp in Australia, so it had been months. You talked to all your older siblings as well as your dad on the FaceTime call. You showed them the house and view briefly. When the call ended you went into the bathroom to check your face didn’t look too sad and teary. When it was all clear, you turned off the light and walked out with a sigh. You went back out. There was now an open seat just next to Beth and Steph.

“You good tiny?” Beth nudged you with a warm smile.

“Yep” you smile back at the older girl. Caitlin and Steph both shared looks, with Caitlin then settling her eyes on your face which staring at the ground. They knew how you got homesick whenever you called your parents.

“Pizza time!” Jen yelled loud, filled with pride after finally getting the pizza oven to work.

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After a very filling dinner made by Jen, Kim and Katie. You all headed back inside and were just chatting in the living room, nearly all of them having a glass of wine. You tried to get a glass, as Vic went to pour you one Kim quickly stopped her at the stupid idea. Everyone was starting to get tired and you announced you would head up to bed first.

“Night” Lia and Leah softly said hugging you as you were sitting in the middle of them.

You walked up the halls, as your’s and Steph’s room was on the bottom floor, when you reached the room you quickly opened the door and fell on your bed. You put your face in your hands, your heart tonight was slightly sinking at the though of missing your family in Australia. You told yourself you wouldn’t let stars fall. You were on one of the best trips of your life with your team. So you took a large breath before getting up to shower the smell of smoke off your body. You heard the sound of laughter get loud for a moment as you were in your bed. Signaling someone was opening up the door, the person shut it before you shot up to see who it was. Honestly scared for a moment since it was a huge house in the mountains.

You expected Steph, but not Caitlin trailing behind. “Gosh you scared me” you said softly making the other girls smile.

“How are you going puddin” Caitlin said sitting next to you on the bed.

“Alright why?”

“You sure?”

“Well I was feeling a bit homesick before, like missing mum and stuff. But its all good” you said looking at the sheets, slightly fidgeting with them.

“You don’t have to, But we really want you to talk to us when you feel like that. You know we are here for you” Steph said softly. You swore she had said those words 30 times since you moved alone to London to join Arsenal. You still felt insane comfort when around the two girls.

“I won’t lie. You two make it easier. It just reminds me of home with you two.” You said to the two of your Aussie teammates, “Kyra…not so much” you giggled.

“Yeah no not her” Caitlin laughed

“She’s alright. Sorry for always being so annoying with her, and like Caitlin I actually feel terrible about your fridge like so so bad. You need to send me your transfer details so I can give you the money to fix it-“

“Absolute nonsense. No need. It wasn’t even you it was kyra” Caitlin said softly

“Still”

“And you’re not annoying. You are one of the sweetest people I know I won’t lie to you. Sure you anf Kyra get a bit too pipped up sometimes but we still love you” Steph said

“Yeah like little shits!” Caitlin exclaimed adding to her words, Steph nudging her with a giggle from both of you.

“Thanks mum and dad” you laughed as you hugged them. “Ok I’m gonna get ready for bed too now.” Steph said getting up.

“More wine for me!” Caitlin said before skipping off to the living room.

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[static-sulker]

I might maybe possibly be thinking of a modern fantasy apartment AU with the main crew. All of them being stupid ass magical roommates without tadpoles...Just letting them be happy.

Also my Tav is in there because...yeah. His name is Silk and he is such a silly guy ridden with the 'tism. Drow Warlock who sees the good in everything... Such a...A yeah...

Little notes i've been conjuring about this...

Gale and Wyll made a chore chart in the kitchen, with little magnets for each person. Astarion regularly will switch his magnet in the middle of the night just so he doesn't have to do the fucking dishes and EVERYBODY knows besides Gale and Wyll. Wyll is on the fence about it, but Gale wholeheartedly believes when Astarion lies through his teeth about never having done it.

Karlach and Halsin go on grocery runs in the mornings. Karlach goes for the running part, while Halsin comes along for the run as well as to stop Karlach from buying the most horrendous shit. The one time she went alone very early in the houses lifespan, Karlach bought like 3 bags of go-gurt, about 50 dollars worth of cheap booze, and a big piece of raw steak to cook. She burnt said steak. But she's trying now, at least.

The team will take turns every now and then to get Astarion blood from themselves as it gives Astarion a lot more energy then normal settling blood. BUT they do have "blood bags" that they set up in the kitchen fridge whenever they know nobody with the right blood is gonna be available to give him blood if he needs it. They TOTALLY get it by legal means and it TOTALLY doesn't melt Astarions heart that they try so hard to help him.

Silk finds a stray dog in the alleys of their building one day when they went out to work (they do freelance art with their magic for like startups, it's fun). After casting "speak with animals" they find out this dog, Scratch, is waiting for his owner to return. His owner was killed out by some gnoll gang downtown. When they come back from work later in the evening, they find Scratch again, still waiting. Long story short, Silk adopts scratch in their very strict "no pets" rule of an apartment. And don't get me STARTED on the owlbear cub. Lae'zel and Halsin were out, originally to get some spare lightbulbs and tools for the apartment and find the little critter getting chase by some goblins in some backalley parking lot. Lae'zel plans to ignore the thing, but Halsin assists the cub. Once done, they plan to leave, before the cub begins to follow them home. Halsin names the cub "Vauva" and Lae'zel soon becomes SO attached.

They have presentation nights, where everybody makes slideshows about literally anything. Last week, Gale made one about the conflicts of archmages and the idea of apprentices. Karlach then made a tier list on the worst monsters ever documented, Lae'zel helped with that one. Shadowheart made this whole discussion over her favorite and least favorite teas (she fuckin' hates green tea for like no reason). Wyll made one on Baldurs Gate history. Astarion made a smash or pass list of all of the political leaders in Baldurs Gate. Silk made a presentation on the weirdest underdark myths and rumors they have heard on their time above ground. Halsin presented (well more like persuaded) on getting a new herb for their kitchens row of herbs and spices set on the windowsill. They have too many and he got like 5 minutes of stand time before Karlach kicked him off.

Lae'zel hate-cleans when shes mad at somebody in the apartment. Basically, she cleans every room in the entire fucking apartment BESIDES any of said "victims" parts of the house. One time, she got into a fight with Shadowheart and threw all of the dirty laundry she had so carefully put into the laundry room back into her room just all over the fucking place. If shes calm though, the house is normally fairly clean under her and Wyll's watch. It's one of the only things they agree on.

Because every bg3 piece of content I make loops back to bloodweave, I think they would have a little reading time together. Like whenever everybody is settling down for the night and they are up for it, they take this lovely window seat couch/bed thing in Gales room and just take out a good bottle of wine and a book for each of them and just read until late. They originally did this separately, but when the two find themselves both in the living room at 2 in the morning reading, they decide in silent agreement to make it routine. They sometimes read in silence, other times just talking absently about anything. Shadowheart finds out first by coming in to Gales room late one night to return a book he lent to her to find the two both passed out, tucked away in the window, books still in hand before they accidentally passed out. Shadowheart then teases them with photos the morning after.

Karlach and Lae'zel both do these really intense shadowboxing exercises in Karlachs room whenever the two have freetime and enough energy to go through with it. It's a heated bitter rivalry in the eyes of the githyanki, but Karlach just loves a little workout with her friend! Lae'zel does enjoy the workouts, as she doesn't get many options to really let off ALL of her steam, even if she works at a gym as a personal trainer. She is constantly told shes a bit TOO rough with the clients so she has to "tone it down". So it's nice.

Astarion and Shadowheart have girls nights. Like they paint each others nails and watch like twilight together (ironically they get so heated at how wrong they get it. "Just another human writer writing about shit she doesn't get" is used a lot in their rewatches). They also talk about like...their feelings. But it's very sparse and done so by a copious amount of wine (wine with a heavy amount of blood on the side for Astarion). Both of them never got to have moments like this in their childhoods, of just pure calmness and domestic childhood enjoyment, so they make due with what they can.

BY THE HELLS I JUST REALIZED I WROTE THIS MUCH. DAMN OKAY.

[bowieandqueen11]

Can’t Lose Family / Joel Miller Imagine

Request: Joel request- him helping Reader get her medications and she repays him with a kiss even though they aren't together?

This turned into a much cuter found family fic than I meant it too lmao but also sorry not sorry  @miraclesabound!!

Warning: strong language, fighting infected, mentions of guns and knives, mentions of what happens with Sam and Henry, mentions of blood, and mentions of Sarah!

This one’s pushing 4,000 words lads which has to be my longest one shot - I spent all day writing this, so if you enjoyed please support me by commenting and reblogging!

(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @manny-jacinto.)

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If you found one more goddamn empty first aid kit, you were going to tear a clicker’s head clean off its stupid mushroom neck.

It hadn’t been an easy journey even getting to this point. Despite Ellie’s numerous protests, snide looks, and even grabs at your jacket with a ‘questioning your sanity’ kind of look, you and Joel had both agreed that a supermall was the best next place to look for the specific kind of medication you needed. 

‘It’s the only place left in this state we haven’t already scoured’, he had muttered from in front of you, pulling up Callus’ reigns and bringing the horse to a sudden halt. The building seemed to loom up from the corner of your eyes like a shooting spore; beams of light seemed to light up its cracks, spraying dust upwards through the shattered windows and clawed bricks until they flew out and danced across the sky. It whistled with every blow of wind, grumbled and heaved with the weight of its walls, howled with the furious screeches of the horde of infected that vacated the forgotten premises.

From where she was sandwiched between the two of you, Ellie managed to squeeze her head out past Joel’s shoulder and scoff. Your grip on her shoulders tightened as she tried to turn her head back to throw you an averse scowl. ‘If you guys go in there and make it back in one piece’, her words are jolted by her nose face planting into the back of Joel’s jacket, Callus rearing up his front legs and whinnying at the piercing cry of what sounded to be a recently turned runner convulsing about in horrendous pain. You straightened her back up on the saddle, and she let you wrap your arms around the top of her stomach to keep her balanced. ‘I swear, I’ll eat my backpack.’

Joel just looked past his shoulder to give her a bemused look.

‘Still would be better than having to hear another one of them lines from your joke book.’ Ellie slapped him on the shoulder, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she was looking down at the sprouting shoots breaking through the strewn concrete on the road to hide her growing smile. ‘Shut up old man. You can never escape Will Livingstone.’ 

You tapped Ellie’s shoulder, and when she turned to see the mischievous glint in your eye, she nodded with a grin. ‘Hey Joel’, you started, waiting for his grunt reply. ‘Do you know the last place I went before the outbreak was too a zoo?’

‘Is that so’, he sighs, not even bothering to turn his head with the foresight to realise where this was going. Hearing Ellie snicker into her hand, her other clutching into his shoulder with anticipation also brought some clarity.  ‘Yeah, the only animal there was a dog. It was a Shizu. Get it? Get it, a Shit-zo-’. Joel just gave a groan that erupted from the pit of his stomach, pretending not to laugh as Ellie erupted into giggles, throwing her head back against your chin.

Joel gazed forward, looking out past the large stretch of empty highway and over the impending treeline speckled in the distance towards the swirl of dull pink and sweet lavender that had begun to transfigure the sky. ‘Yeah, see, this is the problem’, he grunted, ‘maybe being a runner wouldn’t be so bad.’ He couldn’t hide the fact that he was beginning to grin too. 

Ellie snorted, and waved her hand out towards the upcoming building. ‘Well if you go in there, I think your wish will come true.’ Her words brought a fresh wave of silence over the three of you; the kind of forlorn, contemplative stillness that hadn’t shrouded itself over your little makeshift family since you all lost Sam and Henry-. You shuddered, not wanting to go back there anymore. It had been hard enough burying them, let alone trying to deal with the solitude of Ellie’s guilt and the barricading walls Joel had thrown back up at even the mention of the too small grave. It had been hard, the last few weeks, and you didn’t want the people you loved most in this derelict world to fall back into a hopelessness you had fought so hard to drag them out of. 

You didn’t miss the way Joel had glanced back down at his watch though, his face hardening as he steered Callus on.

‘It will be alright, Ellie’, you patted her shoulder and winced as the sound of more infected began to ring out through the dusk and pierce your ears. Ellie shook: not with fear of them, but with terror at the thought that it could take just one wrong move, one wrong moment in this life for her to be left alone again. To be left behind. To lose everyone she loved, yet again. 

But she was brave, and strong, and ready to fight for every scrap she had in spite of the world’s indifference. ‘I know,’ was all she whispered as the three of you came to a stop in front of the mall’s perimeter. The resignation didn’t last too long, though; as soon as Joel had given you his hand to help you down onto the curb, Ellie had started up again at the groans of the building’s floors constricting with the cold.

As Joel had given you a boost up past the half-blown brick wall leaking frost out from the west side of the building, Ellie had thrown her hands up in disgust. ‘Fine!’, she grabbed Callus’ reigns and led him over to a bent piece of iron fence at the edge of the perimeter. ‘If either of you fuckers decide to become infected, I’m gonna kick your shins!’ Even with the crossed arms and huff that followed, when you turned your head to look back at her, she had given you a silent, pleading nod warning you to both come back in one piece. With a final reassuring smile in her direction, you had left the girl stroking Callus’ back, and leant down to heave Joel over into the grave darkness.

The first thing you heard was the sound of sneakers pounding through the walls, the huffing and sliding of about ten bodies coming running towards you. Drawing out your knife from your back pocket, you readied yourself for the oncoming onslaught, but it never arrived. Instead, you were blinded by the sudden flash of gunfire as Joel stepped in front of you, using himself to shield himself from the infected unhinging their mouths and running into the gunfire. Only when he was sure the last one had stopped twitching on the ground did he lower his gun and turn to look at you, raging frenzy clear in his eyes. 

Yet he was so gentle. So, so gentle with you. He clicked on his torch and clipped it onto the lapel of Frank’s old plaid shirt, stained once again with the scent of blood. He reached out a hand towards you, chest heaving as he turned his back to the litter of bodies now staining the linoleum floor. 

‘Are you- are you alright?’ He didn’t know exactly what to do, bless him. So unsure as to how, or if he should show affection anymore. His face fell stern as he looked you up and down, yet his fingers itched against his thighs and clawed at his jeans, as if he were desperate to touch you and make sure himself. You reached out to him with one arm, and he tenderly took your wrist within his fingers. He couldn’t quite bring himself to hold your hand yet, to allow himself that sort of vulnerability, to ever give in to that sort of familiarity with another person again, but it was a step in the right direction.

‘Are you okay?’ The question was more desperate now, more sober, and the most genuine reflection of his pounding heart as he flipped your hand over and used his pointer finger to check your pulse. Sometimes, when the three of you got into tough scraps, it would be the only thing that could bring him back from that fear induced rage. You pretended not to feel his thumb shake against your wrist bone, instead nodding and dragging your fingers down to squeeze his own. ‘Let’s keep going. Ellie will be freaking out by now.’

‘Yes, I am! What the fuck was that!’, you heard echoing in from outside, the alarm in Ellie’s voice filling the vacuous hallway. 

Joel managed to huff out a laugh, before shouldering his gun back round his side and nodding at you. He swallowed thickly, but even as you brushed past him to head further towards the shops, you could see how desperately he was scrunching his lips to try and push away the worry that flickered in his eyes.

And now? After all that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You kick the empty case clear half way across the store, grunting in victory as you hear it smash against the legs of a frayed mannequin and toss it down onto the floor. An ash cloud of dust sprays up at the movement, making Joel cross his arm in front of his mouth and hack a cough as he’s sprayed in white.

‘We still haven’t tried the door behind the counter.’

‘Joel, we’ve tried every damn door in the country. Plus, it’s sealed shut, and I don’t see you packing any shivs to open it.’ You sigh and squat down to the ground, holding your head in your hands for a second. You only open them once you realise the thudding sound you hear is Joel moving over towards the back wall of the pharmacy, straight towards where a huge mass of spasming, bloated fungi seems to be pulsating on the wall.

‘Are you out of your damn mind?’, you seethe, as Joel reaches into his backpack to strap his gas mask on. 

‘On the contrary, I seem to be the only one in this room with any sense.’ Although his words seem to bite, you can hear the mocking tone drip through the crinkled words as they rasp out past the ventilator. Joel joins you in squatting down to the floor, although his movement is done a lot less gracefully and with a lot more complaining about sore joints. He moves the light away from where its strewn over the floorboards to land straight in the middle of the heaving mess, and the sight nearly makes you gag in shock.

‘Ugh, Jesus’, Joel mutters, his face contorting in disgust as he clenches his fist open and closed in preparation. The figure clenched into the wall in front of him was barely recognisable: it’s drooping face was now sprouting from behinds its eyelids, mouth open as if in a never-ending frozen scream, its lab coat caked in dried old blood that seemed to suggest he wasn’t the only one to die in this dank room. ‘Well, here goes nothing.’ Tentatively inching his hand forward, Joel waits for the poor bastard to come tearing off the wall and clamp its three teeth left around his fingers. Thankfully, both for his sake and your heart, which had decided to start pounding through your ears, Joel is successful in inching the infected’s hand out of the way. He reaches into the breast pocket, sighing in relief and turning towards round to your expectant face. 

Perched between his thumb and pointer finger is the rusted tip of a key.

‘Bingo’, he whistles as he stands up, stretching out his back and clicking his spine back into place. You shake your head as he heads off, following him round the counter edge and butting him out of the way once he reaches the back door. Shaking the handle one more time for good measure, you nab the key out of his hand and ignore the cry of indignation he gives you.

‘It’s my stuff we need, so I go first. Those are the rules.’

You slot the key into the lock and give it a firm twist. 

‘Absolutely not.’ You nearly jump when you feel Joel’s hand firmly clamp down on top of your own, effectively trapping you against the doorknob. You glare over at him, but feel the bitter remark you were about to whip out about how ‘he always puts himself in danger before me or Ellie’ dies on the tip of your tongue when you see how scared he looks. 

‘I go first.’ You tut. The grip on your hand grows firmer. His breath hitches as he bends and takes a step closer to you. He’s so close now, you can feel the rapid air escape his nose and brush over the side of your cheek. For a moment, neither of you are able to move; you’re both caught in some invisible entanglement, some building consequence the two of you have never been brave enough to breach before, some kind of tender understanding. You nod your head, realising now just how earnestly the two of you had been dancing around it: how the whole time you had known each other, one was always preparing to die for the other.

‘Please...I go first.’ His gaze drops to your lips, and then to your nose, and then finally settles, for the first time in a while, firmly on your eyes. Unwavering. Resolute. He lurches forward on the balls of his feet, and for a second you think he’s either about to headbutt you or kiss you. Instead, he gently uses his side to butt you out of the way, before turning his efforts to shouldering the door open in three abrupt pushes.

He lurches in, the door giving way before he expected it and taking his feet out from under him. He rolls to the floor, grunting with the effort as he nearly side rolls straight into the side of an empty rack of shelves. With the light in the musty room as bright as a grave, you’re left trying to figure out where Joel has gone by the sound of an empty pill bottle rolling across the room.

‘Joel? Joel! Where the fuck are you?’, you whisper, reaching your arms out and crouching down to try and find him in the darkness. ‘Shit, is that you? Are you alright?’ You grip onto something soft and squishy, Joel’s leg? It seems clad in denim, although slightly torn, as if he had skinned his whole knee slamming against the floor.

You realised your mistake only a second too late. Instead of the welcome, gravelly honey voice of one Joel Miller, and perhaps even the calloused fingers cupping your cheeks before taking your own to lurch himself back up, you were met by the spitting shriek straight into your face. ‘Oh, fuck!’ 

You roll backwards, slamming the back of your head straight into an iron railing. ‘Oh, doubley fu-’ Your shout is muffled by fingernails scraping over your forehead, a hand grasping onto your face and digging in until you could feel blood begin to run down the bridge of your nose. Grappling with your hand, you simultaneously try to pitch your knee up to stop the clicker from completely detaching from the wall and clambering on top of you, and wrestling past its bumpy elbow to reach the knife stuck behind your back. Gnashing teeth leaves drool dripping down onto your neck, and you groan with the effort of trying to stop them from tearing a chunk out of your jugular.

You finally manage to grasp onto the hilt of your knife, trying to lift up your backside to slide it out of your pocket and straight into the skull of the infected on top of you. It doesn’t matter though. A second later, it feels as if molten is being poured in gushes down onto your bare skin; you stifle a shudder as the blood leaks out from the clicker’s eye sockets and sprays over your shoulder blades. You squint, just about managing to make out the outline of Joel’s clenched teeth and furrowed brow as he pulls the crowbar he had managed to find out of the thing’s skull. Pushing it to the side, it flops unceremoniously onto the floor.

‘Jesus...’, you warble out, still slightly in shock that you had come so close to the end right there and then. So clumsily close. So stupidly.

Joel doesn’t give you a chance to finish your thought. You swear it must have hurt when he threw himself down onto the ground, not even pretending to be calm and collected as he comes sliding on his knees over to you. 

‘Are you hurt?’ 

‘H-huh?’

His hands are shaking as they reach up to roam over your face, his movements rapid and rushed and so carelessly unlike him that it only winds you deeper into your confused stupor. Before this - sure, he may have been concerned, but it was always hidden behind a thick wall of confidence and level headedness. But this, this was different. He was gripping onto the sides of your face as if the skin was about to peel away from your body in front of him; he was trembling in the way only a man marred by ghosts could be. As the flashlight blinked across the floor, the glass smashed into fractured shoots by Joel’s fall, all his mind can see with each glare is Sarah suspended in front of him.

‘Are you hurt?’ His voice is shaking as he speaks, tilting your face back and forth as if he’s scanning you for any scrabs and bites, yet his fingers are moving too quickly to truly take any of you in.

‘I’m fine, I’m fine. I just, ah-’, you cup his hands and bring them to rest within your own, both of you using each other’s weight to try and lever yourselves to a standing position again. ‘I think my ankle is twisted slightly.’ You watch his eyes widen, and try your best to shoot him a reassuring smile despite how shaken you were feeling. ‘It’s alright, it’ll be fine once I shake it off. Especially since I see another med-pack over there.’ You let go of one of his hands to point past his shoulder, finally coming back to yourself when you spot another plastic box hanging, squished in between the pharmacist's desk and the wall. 

Despite the elated glow that seems to suddenly gleam in your eyes as you hobble over bits of broken glass and clamber over the smashed up computer monitor, Joel doesn’t let go of you the whole way. Not even when you unclasp the lock and throw the lid back, tilting your head back and laughing in near hysteric delight when you see the full bottles still nestled in dust inside. They move from your hands, up your arms and around your shoulders, squeezing your biceps as the two of you make your way quietly back through the supermall and back out towards the hole to freedom.

‘Fuck me! I thought you guys were gonners for sure!’ For a second, as you glanced out and saw Ellie bent over with her hands on her hips with the relief of seeing the two of you dumbasses hobble back into view, you thought the young girl was going to collapse to the ground. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned back to you with a surprisingly serious look on her face. ‘Did you find any comics in there?!’

‘Are you kidding-’ Joel murmurs out with a huff, waving his hand at her in dismissal. Ellie only raises her hand in a shrug before flipping him off, but the two of them are both smiling as Joel offers you his hand. You take it easily, but before you drop down to the grass again, you surprise Joel Miller for about the third time that day.

Before he even has a chance to blink, you lean towards him and press your lips against the side of his stubbly cheek. His eyes widen, but even as you press a second, quicker kiss against his cheek, he seems too stoic to pull away. When you finally do, he raises two fingers up to the wet patch now gleaming on his skin, and looks at you with a rapturous confusion.

‘Thank you. For everything. For still being here’, is all you whisper with a final look back at him, before falling down through the sliver of dark orange that still falls like firelight between the breaks in the pine trees. Ellie welcomes you back energetically, nearly knocking you over with the speed in which she comes running towards you and wraps her arms around your midriff, squishing the side of her face into your chest.

Joel watches the two of you for a moment: the way Ellie looks up at you as if you were pure unbridled hope as she unlatches herself from you, the way you grab her hand and help her hop back up onto Callus’ back, coming to rest on the side of the saddle before animatedly falling into conversation with her, most likely checking up to make sure she was doing okay with all of this.

He blinks back the wistfulness from his eyes as he stands on the stone strewn crag of the building, the soft ground suddenly seeming so far away. As he watches you, he tries to figure out what he feels: love? Longing? Guilt? Before he even notices, he finds his gaze has drawn itself back down to his wrist, the shattered clock face seemingly staring him down and stifling whatever happiness he was trying to feel.

He covers it with his hands, rubbing his fingers over the side as if it were burning his skin and he couldn’t bear to carry the weight of it anymore. But then you call over to him, and Ellie waves her hand up and beckons him to come down with a bright grin and yell, and suddenly the heaviness seems to unburden, to unlatch its grip on his stomach. 

Sure, the misery of his past still haunted him, still dragged behind his head as he jumped and landed on the ground with a thump. But as he slowly jogged back over to the two of you, the shadows were beginning to lift. The light was beginning to break through, and Joel Miller couldn’t remember feeling so bullishly light in all his life.

[cuupidsss]

Euphoricly Gone.

You feel empty, you are empty. You’ve always been empty. Nothing and I mean nothing has ever made you feel fulfilled. Maybe the childhood birthday parties you’ve had and the cute games you’ve played with your friends sparked something but now.. now that doesn’t matter.

You’ve done it again, you went back to the one thing you’ve quit. It took only a couple weeks for it to crawl back into your life and slither down your throat and make you feel again.

You know it was wrong, your parents would probably go crazy if they found out you were taking those drugs again. You didn’t care, it made you nervous of course but there was to much going on to even care that much.

Your tired, so so tired. You have a lot of energy at the same time, everyone doesn’t seem to notice your state.

‘Thank god.’ Is what you would think of your mind was running straight. You looked at Taylor, she looked so happy. She’s chatting with Logan, Ashlyn is sitting by them, listening to the conversation quietly. Aiden yapping to her, she’s not really listening but she has a vague idea of what he’s speaking of.

Tyler’s right next to you, you don’t really talk to him, sadly. Ben is next to you, but closer to Taylor, your all in a small circle. At a park, on a nice blanket.

You feel guilty, but so light on your feet. Your happy, but you know it’s temporary.

“(Name)? (Name)? Are you okay? You’ve kinda just been staring off into the distance.” Taylor looks at you kinda worried, you smile lightly.

“Yeah.. I’m good.” You talk pretty slow, you smile again. Tapping your foot and look at everyone else. They’ve directed there attention to you for minute.

“I’m just chilling.” You make a thumbs up. You laugh a little, they all look content at that answer. Maybe your just crazy, maybe there actually worried and your convincing yourself that there content.

“Are you sure?” Logan pipes in quietly. You look at him sternly but kindly. “You do look a little.. off.” You frown.

You stick out your tounge jokingly. “Yeah, hello!! It’s me, I’m like super awesome and cool.” You joke, your not horrendously high or anything.

Everyone just goes silent and suddenly it’s like the conversation never happened and there conversing again. Tyler stares at you a little longer before sighing and going back to what he was doing. Which was nothing.

your phone rings.

Ding, ding, ding.

You breath in at the loud sounds, the group goes silent.

“Shit, sorry guys! I’m gonna go.. uhh,” you stare at the contact. It’s your older sister. You blink groggily and sigh. You stand up and walk away as far as possibly without leaving the park. Which isn’t far cause the park is small.

“You need to come home.” She says on the other line. Why? “Please, mom and dad said so.” She’s lying.

“Dad and mom aren’t home for another week.” You say, she sighs and ramble a little bit before you tell her your not leaving and hang up. You sit back down and fiddle with your hair. Shit. You feel around your pocket. Where did your baggy go? You had your shit in there. Where did it go?

You bite your lip, you can’t even ask the group. You feel around your pockets one more time and sigh. It’s not there. That stuff was expensive. You payed for that and now it’s gone. It wasn’t anything crazy but it was something to help your through the next WEEK of school and all these Fuck ads teachers.

You look at the group before looking down. What if they found it? It didn’t really have your name on it or anything so they wouldn’t know it’s yours but it’s scary.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go.” You say aloud, everyone looks at you again. This time it makes you feel anxious.

“I thought you said you’d stay this time?” Aiden says questionably. He’s not budgy about it, just upset. You can’t tell.

Tyler speaks up, “Everytime we make plans to hangout you cancel or leave during it. It hasn’t even been 2 hours.” He’s right, you do do this. You shrug.

“Just been busy lately.” He doesn’t buy your shit but that doesn’t matter. “Sorry?” You say and smile. “My sister called and-“ a loud sigh interrupts you.

“What’s your problem?” You say looking at Tyler. He looks at you innocently.

“What do you mean?” He mocks a expression of innocences, clearly sarcastic.

“Your acting like I want to leave early. I don’t.” You say. You frown again. “I’m leaving, bye everyone.” You left, quick and swiftly.

You didn’t want to leave. After you left you felt content and comfortable.

Back at the park the group continued, a little bummed you left but all the same.

“What’s that?” Ashlyn says quietly, not to loud but not meekly. Everyone looks at a baggy on the ground. Right by Tyler.

“Is that yours Tyler?” Logan asks, Ben looks over to Tyler aswell. Tyler shakes his head.

“It’s (names), I saw her drop it.” He says, dryly.

[iamdispleased]

Found Some More Hatchetfield Lore!

tldr; at bottom

I remembered that one of the Lang brothers said that Wiggly is based off of Cthulhu, so I decided to do something digging on a piece of shit author, H.P. Lovecraft and y’all… Okay, I don’t know if it counts as lore, but Hatchetfield is right under our noses.

CW: H.P. Lovecraft’s writing is full of bigotry, and if you plan on reading it, prepare yourself. For example, there is an evil entity named Shub-Niggurath. Yeah.

I don’t like H.P. Lovecraft, nor do I enjoy his writing in general, so here are some things that people should look up if you want to find out Hatchetfield’s inspiration. More thoughts on why I cannot write about him are at the bottom.

Also! I do not look down or dislike people who enjoy H.P. Lovecraft’s writing and his creations, and would really love for people to continue to look into things I cannot. I hope my little notes help!

(I’ve linked the stories in pink!)

SPOILERS: Hatchetfield? I guess? The Cthulhu Mythos & The Dream Cycle.

Cthulhu Mythos:

Just read ‘The Call of Cthulhu’. Everything makes sense.

Miss Holloway is based off of a character named Horvath Blayne from ‘The Black Island, Being the Narrative of Horvath Blayne’.

Duke Keane is also taken from ‘The Black Island’.

The narrator of ‘The Call of Cthulhu’ is named Francis Wayland Thurston.

Professor Hidgens is based off of an art student named Henry who is known for being eccentric and living in solitude. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Emma Perkins is named after a ship called the Emma. The crew got into a battle with Cthulhu’s cult members, which resulted in the Emma having one survivor. (The Call of Cthulhu)

John MacNamara is based off of the police officer John Legrasse. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Willabella Muckwab resembles Lavinia Whateley, from ‘The Dunwich Horror’. She has a son, Wilbur Whateley (Wilbur Cross), whose father is the cosmic entity Yog-Sothoth (Wiggog Y’rath). Lavinia went missing on Halloween, and the assumption is that Wilbur killed her.

The Black Book is the Necremonium.

There’s always professors somewhere.

The Dream Cycle:

LOL. The Dream Cycle is a collection of short stories surrounding dream cities. I honestly haven’t read anything about this other than brief stuff from the Wiki, but the connections are painfully obvious.

The word ‘oblivion’ is written in the Black Book. H.P. Lovecraft has a poem titled Ex Oblivione. The narrator sees a gate in his dreams and wants to get past it, but he can’t access it. He eventually does, though. Yikes. Read this post, picture Willabella Muckwab as the narrator for Ex Oblivione, and enjoy.

Bonus: Some of the covers of the magazine that published H.P. Lovecraft’s work (Weird Tales) are sprinkled throughout Hatchetfield.

“Pete, get behind me! I’ve got a gun.”

“Steph… it’s a ghost. I don’t think that’s gonna do any good.”

Rosary? Killer Track, much? Also, the art style for the Black Book kind of resembles this… huh.

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Note: I had planned to read all of H.P. Lovecraft and the associated work, but the racism is too much for me. I can’t “separate the art from the artists”, especially when everything evil is so obviously and horrendously based on Black people, as well as other races. Again— Shub-Niggurath. Like, seriously?

It’s a huge bummer, because I have so many thoughts— like the implications behind Willabella Muckwab associated with Lavinia Whateley, and Wilbur Cross also being associated with Wilbur Whateley. So much is at our finger tips.

I’m still going to be writing other things, though!

I have more of the Black Book deciphered, so that’s exciting, especially since I actually got some stuff right in my first post. (It was looked at through a more religious lenses rather than an H.P. Lovecraft lenses, though.) BUT STILL. MY EYES HURTING FROM INTENSE SQUINTING SESSIONS WAS NOT FOR NAUGHT! And I know I state some of these things as if they’re facts, but they’re ‘probably based on’ stuff.

Alright. I’m off to read about physics, the concept of nothingness, and the æther in the name of theatre kid.

tldr; the Lang bros made a the TTRPG Call of Cthulhu homebrew and turned it into musicals.

[imagine-that-100]

csd teaser??

Fuck sorry I’m late it’s been a wild day. Here you go bestiesssss, just a lil one bc we’re hoping we can power through this chapter and get it to you soon 💜

“What about you? What was your craziest house party? Did Denise ever tell you off for any?” The words came from your mouth in a hurry, stumbling behind the other and he flinched at the way you quickly shifted in your place, startling him as he had his eyes closed and was relishing in the quiet that had drowned the room.

Matty blinks a few times before managing to realise what you’ve just asked, and he clears his throat before he can mindlessly say, “She was okay when it came to parties to be honest-” He cut himself off when a memory came rushing to the forefront of his mind and his eyes go wide when remembering what had happened, “Oh my god…” He mutters first and then he’s carefully recounting, “Though, I got caught once when she went on holiday.”

You’re definitely intrigued by his reaction, but you expect a wild story if it comes from Matty. You knew how much of a little shit he had been in his teenage years from interviews and stories you’d heard so far but getting to hear a new story excited you almost childishly, “Oh yeah?”

What you weren’t expecting was for him to follow up with, “Yeah, but I got caught two years after it happened.”

Matty sees your mouth open agape at the detail, your brain a mush trying to sort out the chances of that happening but you can’t so you quickly ask, “What? How?”

“It’s the stupidest story. Doesn’t even sound real but I swear it is.” He says as a preface and you become more intrigued by the second.

A loopy smile shows on his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges and his voice sounds amused like he’s holding back a laugh as he narrates, “I threw a party when I was seventeen when my Mum and Dad had gone away on holiday and they had this jeep they would never let me drive because I didn’t have a licence. so this party I decided, you know what imma drive this fucker while they can’t stop me.”

You can’t help but cackle at the way he talks about his defiance, it’s contagious as he chuckles along with you before he continues, “There were a few of us at this party right, they were all cheering me on except for Hann.”

You almost want to coo at the mention of Adam being the only one to properly use his brain, “Of course, because he’s sensible.”

But your boyfriend scoffs loudly and refutes your point, “He was a fucking bore and a cock block.”

Another loud cackle slips past your lips, a smile appearing on his face despite his efforts to appear serious about the matter. He has to press his lips together not to giggle at the mischievous smirk that shows on your face before you say, “Matty, you shagged his cousin. He can't be that good at cockblocking.”

Matty snorts at that, knowing Adam’s blessing meant nothing to him at one point in time when he was horrendously head over heels for his cousin. Matty just laughs, “Flo just couldn’t resist in the end, okay?”

“Yeah,” You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what happened between him and Flo and that was certainly not the case. Sarcasm and disbelief is thick in your voice when you add, “I’m sure.”

“Hey!” Matty frowns down at you, offended that you don’t think he’s irresistible.

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Hope you all enjoyedddd xoxoxox

[magma-frog0]

Ponyboy Curtis X FemReader

I copied this from my Ao3.

word count:873

Warnings: Periods (if that scares you idfk), cursing, period comfort, Overprotective Sodapop.

You were sitting in your boyfriend's room on his bed reading a book he let you borrow. He came back with some drinks and set them on the table, "hey I'll be right back with the snacks," he said smiling before he left to go back to the kitchen. You got up to get your drink but when you looked back at where you were sitting you saw a huge red stain. Before you could comprehend what was happening your boyfriend came back. "Hey, I have the snacks- What the hell are you doing?" He asked. Before he came into the room you covered the stain with your hands.

"Oh, you know- I was just... umm?" You tried to make up an excuse, but he already caught on.

"You started your period, didn't you?" He cut you off.

"Nooooo-" you started again.

"Babe the blood is on your pants," he said, crossing his arms. You turned around and put your hands up like you just committed some horrendous crime.

"Fine, you caught me," you said in a semi-dramatic voice. "I didn't know it would start today, shit and I didn't think to bring any spare clothes or pads," you said, worry flooding over you. Ponyboy stood there for a second, his eyes wide.

"I don't have anything either," he said, pacing around the room.

"Ponyboy, it's okay. Don't freak out on me," you said walking up to him. He stopped and looked at you.

"Too late! I'm freaking out!" He yells. You heard someone running upstairs, Sodapop came into the room.

"Guys, what's all the ruckus about-"he stopped dead in his tracks. He saw the blood on the bed, Ponyboy pacing around the whole room, and you trying to calm him down. "What the fuck is going on?" He asked.

"Y/N started her period! She doesn't have any pads or tampons! We don't have anything for periods in the house!" Ponyboy starts rambling. Sodapop has general confusion plastered on his face. He walks up to Ponyboy and shakes him a bit.

"Ponyboy, calm down! I have a plan," Soda says, holding onto Pony's shoulders. Ponyboy looks at him as he goes on, "I'm going to leave to get some stuff for Y/N, and you are going to switch the sheets out," he explains. He then looks at you "and for you, I'm going to get you a towel you're going to have to sit on that till I get home. Do you have any spare clothes by any chance?" when you shook your head no, he let out a long sigh. "Okay, then you'll just have to wear Pony's," he said, leaving the room for a minute to grab you a towel. He handed it to you and went on. "I'm going to go to the store now, I'll be back in 10," he said leaving.

When he left Ponyboy got to work taking off the dirty sheets and replacing them with new ones. "Here, sit-down Y/N," he grabbed the towel from out of your hands and put it on the bed. You sat down and put your head on his shoulder, you guys passed the time by talking about the book you were reading. "I'm sorry for freaking out earlier," he said quietly.

You just laughed. "It's fine Ponyboy, you were just shocked that's all."

"Yeah, you're right, it's still embarrassing though," he chuckled.

"Who do you think is more embarrassed? Me who literally bled all over your bed, or you?" You smiled.

"Yeah, you're right," he said. You both heard the door slam and jumped up.

"Guys, I'm home!" Sodapop yells, running up the stairs with a bag of things. He started taking them out one by one, "okay, so I got pads, tampons, chocolate, and Tylenol."

"Awe thanks Sodapop," you said, giving him a hug.

"No problem," he said joyfully. "You might want to take a shower and get comfortable," he said smiling before he left.

Ponyboy was looking through his clothes to find you something to wear. He pulled out his tee-shirt, sweatpants, and his boxers. "Here baby, go take a shower. I'll be here waiting for you," he said, handing the clothes to you. You took the clothes, and the things Soda bought you in the bathroom. You took a warm shower and put on the clothes and popped a Tylenol pill. You went back to Pony's room; he was laying on his bed reading a book. You crawled on the bed and laid on his chest. "Why hello there," he chuckled, putting the book aside. "You tired baby?" he asked.

"Mhm," you moaned sleepily.

"Okay then," he said, rubbing your back and falling asleep.

"Soda, we have to wake them up, they have been asleep for 3 hours-" Darry says standing over the both of you.

"Darry, I swear to God if you even think about waking them up. You. Will. Never. See. The. Light. Of. Day. Again." Sodapop said in a threatening tone, glaring at Darry.

"Yep, you know what? I want to live so Imma just leave and finish up dinner-" he says in a worried tone leaving the room.

"Good choice," Sodapop smiles, leaving the both of you to rest.

[asexual-spongebob]

Wail Of The Siren - Chapter 4 - Chopsticks

(Originally published 5/11/24)

It was a cold, rainy morning. 

Giant gray clouds in the sky, the sound of pouring rain banging on the windows and roof tops, and the faint sound of chirping birds in the distance.

I wish I could stay here. Dib thought sleepily, not wanting to leave the comfort of his bed. 

Dib crawled out of bed with a frown. 

Dib rummaged through his closet for the perfect outfit. “Yeah this looks fine.” Dib remarked as he looked at himself in mirror.

He was wearing his light blue ghost shirt, black pants boots, trench coat and a beanie.

He had put the beanie on so his hair wouldn’t become soaked. 

Dib  went to the bathroom and brushed their teeth. Then spitting it out and heading downstairs. 

They noticed Gaz wasn’t downstairs, only Dad, who was eating some breakfast, the Foodio 3000 and Clembrane, who was making pudding like usual.

Dib sat down at the table. “U WANT SOME PUDDIN’ SON?” Clembrane asked “uh… no thank you.” Dib responded, hoping to not offend the robot. “OOOOKAY THEN!!!” Clembrane responded back, then directing his attention back to the pudding.

“Good morning son.” Professor Membrane smiled “Morning Dad, where’s Gaz?” Dib asked “She isn’t feeling well today, she’ll be staying home.” Professor Membrane explained, then taking a sip from his coffee. “Oh, alright then.” Dib mumbled in response, then eating his waffles that were drowned in maple syrup. 

“Dad… shouldn’t you be at work?” Dib remarked after glancing at the clock, it was 8:30 and Professor Membrane was usually at work by 8:00 sharp.

Professor Membrane spat out his coffee and let out gasp “OH- oh no! I’m late!” Professor Membrane began to panic, frantically looking for his car keys. “Gotta go son! See you later!” Professor Membrane said, then rushing out the door.

Dib finished his food and placed his dirty dishes in the dishwasher and headed to school.

Dib felt cold raindrops fall on his face, they made sure to watch out for puddles, they didn’t want drenched, soaking wet socks. 

Just imagining the feeling of drenched socks made them cringe. 

Dib then made it to Skool and walked inside. 

Dib made their way to their locker to put their things away. 

Ah shit what’s my combination again? Dib asked himself oh wait isn’t it 156798 Dib figured. 

The locker was unlocked, Dib let out a sigh of relief and put away their things. 

Dib then walked down the hall to his class room, the sound of his wet boots squeaking across the floor made him cringe. He hated that sound. 

Dib walked into class, only to see Zim giving him a judgmental stare.

It was early, class started at 9 but Dib was there at 8:48 am.

What is Zim doing here so early? Dib wondered, Ms Bitters then greeted him.

Dib greeted her back, then taking his seat. 

“Why are you here so early, Dib Stink?” Zim sneered, “Asking you the same thing, Spaceboy.” Dib replied, then taking a dramatic sip from his orange juice. 

“Not sure Dib stink.” Zim said, answering Dib’s question. 

Dib then took another dramatic sip of his orange juice.

“No food in class Dib!” Ms Bitters scolded.

Dib then put the empty juice box away.

Once everyone else arrived, class began. 

“Okay class, open your horrible text books to page 2005.” Ms Bitters ordered. 

Dib sat in class, hoping the day would be over soon, so they could head home and relax, and watch their favorite show, Mysterious Mysteries. 

I can’t wait for that new episode! They mused with excitement. 

It was about a Mothman sighting near Virginia.

It’d be airing at 11 pm.

The bell finally rang, Dib quickly rose from his desk and was getting ready to leave. 

Dib and Zim were about to leave class, until Ms Bitters called them. 

“Dib, Zim. I need to talk to you.” She stated sternly.

Zim and Dib froze and turned to face Ms Bitters.

“Dib. Your grades in math have been absolutely horrendous lately, so I’m assigning you a tutor.”  Ms Bitters stated. 

“Oh… okay…” Dib sighed, it wasn’t surprising to him. 

“Zim will be your math tutor.” Ms Bitters proclaimed.

“WHAT?!” Zim gasped, wishing this was all a nightmare he’d soon wake up from.

“Why do I have to tutor the Dib?! I hate him!!” Zim demanded. 

“Look Zim. You have some of best grades in math in this class, that’s why assigning you as Dib’s tutor.” Ms Bitters explained.

Dib glanced at Zim angrily, Zim gave him the same glance, crossing his arms and letting a “hmph”.

Zim then walked out of the class room, Dib followed in unison.

“I hate that I have to tutor you, you dumb, stinky human.” Zim complained, then sticking out a it’s tongue.  “I hate that a green cockroach lizard creature has to tutor me.” Dib scoffed.

“ZIM IS NO COCKROACH!!!!” Zim shouted, the older kids in the hall staring at it.

“What is wrong with those kids?” One older kid remarked, another standing beside them shrugged their shoulders.

Dib and Zim continued on their way to Dib’s house.

Gaz walked into the garage, she was going to get her clothes from out of the dryer. 

She noticed that Tak was in the garage, she was busy doing something, Gaz glanced over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” She asked curiously in a nasally manner, “building a base for myself.” Tak replied, “it should be done soon.” She adds.

“I think I could use a break though, I’ve been working on it for hours.” She remarked “Also… are you okay? You sound kind of sick.” Tak expressed “Yeah… I don’t feel very good today.” Gaz replied, then blowing her nose with a tissue she was holding.

“Is there something I can do to make you feel better?” Tak asked, concern in mew’s voice. “Uh.. some soup I guess?” Gaz answered.

Tak then grabbed Gaz’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen. “Hey!” Gaz exclaimed “oh sorry- I forgot you didn’t like being touched.” Tak apologized.

Tak let go of Gaz’s hand before rummaging through the cabinets, looking for a can of soup.

“Is chicken noodle fine?” Tak asked, Gaz nodded.

Tak grabbed a can of chicken noodle soup and poured it into a pan.

She turned it medium heat.

Tak and Gaz stood there for a few minutes as they watched the soup cook. “Is it done yet?” Gaz questioned “I think it’s almost done.” Tak replied, taking a closer look.

“Yeah it looks done to me.” Tak confirmed. 

Tak poured it into a bowl “thanks” Gaz said “No problem. Anyway, I gotta go set up base. See you later.”  Tak smiled “bye Tak!” Gaz rasped as Tak walked out the door.

Zim walked to the Membrane house, he knocked on the door and was greeted by Professor Membrane.

“Hello Zim!” He greeted, welcoming Zim inside. 

“Dib’s upstairs waiting for you.” Professor Membrane said “kay” Zim replied, heading upstairs to Dib’s room.

The door was plastered in posters of cryptids like Mothman and Bigfoot. 

Zim opened the door “Hey Dib stink. IT IS I. ZIIIM!!!” Zim shouted “Hey Zim.” Dib replied with a bite of his lip. “You can sit with me I guess” Dib adds.

Zim climbed up the ladder on the side of Dib’s bed and lied down on his stomach. 

Zim glanced at the paper, it was all problems with variables, like x or y, or even z or a.

“You have trouble with this? Irken smeets do more complicated math than this.” Zim cackled. “Can you just help me with this so we can get this over with.” Dib spat with annoyance.

“Ugg fine.” Zim spat back.

“Okay so, you want to get X alone okay?” Zim began, Dib listened carefully to the best of his ability, his eyes glued to the paper. “So you want to do this to each side. So then this stuff cancels out. You kill it off!” Zim adds.

Zim then explained how to do the rest of problem. “And our quotient is 2x.” Zim finished “Now you try, you stinky human.” Zim adds.

“Okay..” Dib replied, then beginning to work on the problem “Is this right?” He questioned “yeah it looks fine so far, Dib worm.” Zim answered with a bite of his lip.

Once Dib finished, Zim examined it.

“Good job Dib. Surprising to say that about you.” Zim remarked after examining the problems. “Oh uh… thank you?” Dib replied Zim was nice about it? Dib thought out of disbelief, used to Zim’s typical self absorbed and prideful behavior. 

However, the two flinched when they heard Gaz barge in “Hey Dib, dinner’s done.” Gaz said “Okay, great. I’ll be down there.” Dib replied. “Isn’t he coming too?” Gaz questioned, pointing to Zim.

“Uh. Yeah I guess.” Zim mumbled. 

The three went downstairs to the dinner table.

“Hello Zim! Pleasure to have you here.” Professor Membrane grinned, “Thanks for helping out Dib.” He adds. “It is my pleasure, as the very best.” Zim smirked.

Zim sat at the table eating his food. Thankfully it was breakfast for dinner, and waffles specifically.

He was glad he didn’t have to awkwardly explain his meat allergy and get dirty looks in the process. 

Zim chewed on his waffles and sipped some cola, something he’d surprisingly grown a tolerance for. “YOU WANT SOME PUDDIN’ ZIM?” Clembrane asked “Nah. I’m good.” Zim insisted. 

The waffles were drenched in maple syrup and had some whipped cream on top, along with some strawberries for good measure.

They tasted sweet, sugary and delicious.

Gaz sipped some orange juice, it was tart and sour, yet sweet. 

Dib awkwardly ate his dinner, how am I sitting at the dinner table with him? Dib asked himself as he glanced at Zim from across the dinner table.

Please just let this be over soon. He thought desperately, just wanting to go back upstairs and go in his room and draw his cryptid  oc’s and listen to Lemon Demon.

Finally, dinner was over and Zim went home.

Dib let out a sigh of relief when Zim walked out the front door, they immediately went upstairs to their room.

Dib climbed into bed and grabbed their sketchbook and started jotting and doodling some concepts for this story they were working on. 

“Hm… should that happen… Nah that’d be stupid.” Dib decided, scribbling out what they’d written with a blue glitter gel pen they had found laying around.

“Hm… I guess I can finish this tomorrow.” Dib decided, climbing off his bed and putting his stuff away. 

Dib then climbed back in bed and pulled out his laptop to work on something different. 

“Time to finish this drawing I guess.” Dib mumbled, then getting to work as Lemon Demon blasted through his headphones, finishing some line art of one of his Mothman oc’s.

Mimi lied on the sofa in Tak’s newly set up base.

On the exterior it was a Victorian style house, mostly light purple with darker purple accents. 

On the inside, it had dark, wooden looking floors and light, muted purple walls.

On the living room floor, there was a small burgundy sofa. And a small, muted toned bluish purple rug lied on the floor below. 

There was also a tv on a small black tv stand.

Mimi snacked on some popcorn, with chopsticks. 

Tak walked into the room, “Hey Mimi. Please keep watch over the base. I’m going Gaz’s house.” Tak said, then noticing the chopsticks.

“Why are you eating popcorn with chopsticks?” Tak asked “so my claws don’t get greasy.” Mimi answered “Oh, okay then. Anyway, I’ll be going now. See you later.” Tak said, then heading out the door.

Meanwhile, Gir had dried his dog suit.

“I’m glad you finally washed that revolting thing.” Zim commented “Me too!” Gir grinned.

Gir then put on its dog suit and headed out the door.

“I wonder where it’s going..” Zim mumbled “probably somewhere, like what the human’s call a “shopping mall” Zim figured, then going back downstairs to the lab to work on something.

Gir made his way to Tak’s base. 

Gir walked up the steps to the porch and knocked on the door.

“Hm… who could that be?” Mimi wondered, dropping her chopsticks and walking to the front door. 

“Hello?” Mimi questioned as she carefully cracked open the door. 

“HI MIMI!!!” Gir shouted, “Hi Gir!” Mimi greeted, allowing him inside.

“You got any taquitos?” Gir asked “No sorry. We have gummy worms though.” Mimi replied, fetching the gummy worms.

Gir and Mimi took a seat on the sofa. 

Mimi noticed something, Gir didn’t smell horrible? He actually smelled nice?

“Hey Gir, did you wash your suit? It smells really nice!” Mimi complimented “Yeah!!!!” Gir replied. 

“I washed because I knew it’d make you happy! And I like seeing you happy!” Gir stated “Oh.. thank you?” Mimi mumbled, not sure what to say. 

“Do you want to watch something?” Mimi asked “Sure!” Gir replied.

“You should choose!” Gir smiled “alright then… how about this Nirvana documentary? My master likes it.” Mimi suggested.

“What’s a Nirvana?” Gir asked “Its this band that Gaz and my master like.” Mimi answered.

“Yeah we can watch it!” Gir verified, Mimi then put in the dvd and sat back down on the sofa.

Gaz and Tak lied on a blanket at the park, drinking some cola, Tak had finished setting up her base a few hours ago. 

The sun had set about 30 minutes ago. A  moon stood in its place, stars glimmering in the night sky. 

Tak and Gaz had been talking about rock bands and video games for a while, with the occasional mention of a tv show.

Gaz stared but at the stars as she listened to Tak ramble about her favorite band’s new album. 

“The new Bloody Lizards album is great! I don’t understand the hate for it.  I didn’t think it was bad.” Tak said.

“I still need to listen to it. I was planning on getting it after I pick up a newly released game at the mall this weekend, wanna come with?” Gaz asked. 

“Sure!” Tak answered. 

Gaz then noticed something in the sky, shooting over the treetops. Huh? What’s that? Gaz asked herself, then sitting up, then realizing what it was.

A shooting star?

“Hey Tak! Look!” Gaz urged, pointing to a blazing object in the sky.

“Hm… perhaps it’s a meteor?” Tak guessed. 

However,  the object then crashed in the distance.

Gaz and Tak decided to go investigate, carefully tiptoeing through the grass.

Gaz inspected it from a safe distance. “I don’t think this is a meteorite.” She said, glancing at Tak. “Me neither.” Tak replied in agreement, deciding to take a closer look. 

Tak couldn’t believe her eyes.

An Irken space craft?!

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 18)

Silvia: *grunts, spitting out blood from her mouth but is still laughing* How delicious! I have never felt a power like yours, girl.

Allora: *blood caked over her blue eye, half closed, one arm looking like it'd been nearly sliced off with incisors too long to be real, protectively on all fours above Lucien while she stealth heals his wounds* Laugh it up, fuzzball.

Lucien: *gasping in agony as a shard of glass had been embedded into his side and removed so Allora could heal it, grimacing at the nerves being wrecked around far too much to be comfortable*

Allora: *taps on the floor in morse code as she talks: Can you stand?* What are you? Never met anyone like you either.

Lucien: *shakily taps: not yet.* A ho-horrendous monstrosity- *cough*

Silvia: Ahh, Lucien! You always were so much keener than your pathetic parents. But I'm afraid it's not quite correct.

Allora: A hag then?

Silvia: Keen eye, keen eye! I saw my sister's charm on you. Wouldn't have kept me at bay, mind you, but very cute trinket! What gave me away~?

Allora: You were attempting to steal Lucia, weren't you?

Silvia: Hmm, not at the time! But if things had gone along as they should have, I would have. *snickers before cutting it off with a growl and snap of her teeth* The child was too bright, however. I'll blame that on you.

Allora: *smirks* Stranger danger is a very important lesson to learn, “Auntie.” Even for so-called family.

Silvia: Oh, but you'll find I'm far happier where I am now! Why take a child when I can just take you, my dear?

Allora: *snorts, feeling Lucien tap that he was ready* Yeah, good fuckin’ luck with that. *lunges forward, claws extended and jaw snapping onto Silvia's throat, snarling and exploding in fire*

Silvia: *screeches, being consumed in the flames that trailed from Allora's body onto her own, ripping Allora away from her and digging her own extended claws into her side, clinking off the scales but managing to drag them across her bicep as the woman pulled back* You wretch!

Lucien: *on his feet the second Allora was off, conjuring Puppy to attack Silvia, blasting her with an amplified Sparks spell the second Puppy went down* Take that!

Silvia: *snarls, body shuddering as she pulls back against a wall, dodging a punch from Allora and watching her destroy half of the stone* You'll have to do better than that! *casts Life Drain on Allora, hoping to slow her down*

Allora: *grunts, bearing through the pain as she rips her claws through Silvia's chest, bloody fangs bared in a ferocious snarl* Yol Tor SHUL! *lets out a fire breath that ravages Silvia's body, leaping back to Lucien the second it was finished and the hag crumpled*

Silvia: *breathing haggard, bleeding profusely, scowling at the both of them for the first time* You both… are more trouble than you're worth…

Allora: *sneering* Then drop dead all ready.

Lucien: *panting heavily* You'd… certainly do us a favour. Woof… been a minute… since we've done combat…

Silvia: *grunts, holding the wound on her chest, sighing and tilting her head back* I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear pets. Seems I must be off now. I'll come back later… and I'll be far more prepared next time.

Silvia draws her blood covered hand from her chest and trails a finger in the air, the ichor floating in air where her finger leaves, tracing a circle pattern with various curls growing inside the circle.

Before the two can do anything, the blood glows brightly, and Silvia is shunted away, making Allora snap her fangs and snarl.

Allora: Bitch.

Lucien: *falls to his knees, exhausted, still in a good amount of pain* Oh gods that was awful.

Allora: *crouches down and places her hand on his shoulder* You all right honey?

Lucien: I suppose… this is better… than fighting with my parents…

Allora: *chuckles, patting his back softly* Yeah. I'll take combat over social shit any day. Come on, let's get out of here.

[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright for the freaks who are oldschool Supernatural tumblr people, or just normal supernatural people, and for the rest who are just like me and don't know shit: I'm dumping all my garbo takes under the cut.

Mostly gonna be me either being really enamored or really upset.

No in-between. These things are either great or the worst. My tastes are specific and I'm picky with vampire fiction and rarely do I find media that ticks the boxes yet, I still watch almost anything I can find obsessively.

Who knows maybe this'll become a new casual TV series if I like the dynamics. Anyway, long post warning under the cut.

They got Bela Lugosi's Dead playing in a room full of nu-metal heads LMFAO

truly the alt communities have always been done so dirty in media

least they did their research on song choices

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jesus christ

flashbacks to my steampunk phase circa 2011

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I LOVE that this woman looks so normie and looks so delighted when she meets this equally normie looking dude in an alternative bar (i want to go there the people seem chill and the vibes are impeccable)

anyway who is this guy he seems familiar

love that they made the most normal dude in the bar the real monster good on them :)

christ they just took one look at twilight and went yeah lets TV parody this shit just for a laugh didnt they

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE'S 17

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(DID SHE HAVE A FAKE ID I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION)

OK ok ok you get big bonus points just for this bit. Just for this bit.

Thank you supernatural go off

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"I'm just scared I'm dreaming and I'll wake up in math class" girl me too

im sorry this woman looks so much older than 17

POINTS DEDUCTED

POINTS DEDUCTED

BAD TEETH

great eyes, horrendous teeth. very dissapointed. I'm only here for the fucked up canines because we already HAVE them and whats better than perverting the existing human form into something subtly wrong

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This show has such an aggressive title screen compared to buffy and the x files LMAO

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ok i can get behind the chevvy, the chevvy is nice

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

POINTS ADDED - holy shit points added for this cheesy poster alone really capturing the schtick of the late 2000s

ok i get it, i get it guys, they're fun, they're funny, they've got a great sibling energy, the periodic 'screaming' happening in the background of this scene is sending me

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this has been too fun so far i feel like somethings gonna ruin it

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok this is so self aware yet the degree they're committing is just.

its marvelous. this is peak. I'm into it.

there are so many ads please i want to see dean have a bad day

Holy shit is that Skinner from the x files i love that guy

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the fashion. iconic. if anything I'll be coming back to this for inspiration for myself.

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the way Dean just slammed that guy on the car yelling "OPEN YOUR MOUTH"

yeah instant favourite.

you've rounded a corner, a dude has just beat the shit out of your brother and now he's about to force feed him blood and your response is: stand there staring like the shocked pikachu

oh so you wait till after he's done to scream "no!" in a half hearted tone

is there something I'm missing here, i know Sam gets a bit cooked at some point (does he get possessed??? idk) so I'm gonna assume thats whats going on

this is the best 'turning' scene I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing in all my years of trawling through vampire media

holy shit the team that wrote this episode fucking get it

the audio design, the acting, is so on point

Supernatural Crew you cooked so hard and I'm deeply thanking you for it

this was fucking made for me what the fuck what the fruck what the fuck what the fuc

Nooooo dont have an emotional breakdown in the bathroom looking at your fangs, but you're so sexy aha

The constant heartbeats anytime Deans in a room with someone got me grinning like :]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

ok points deducted, again, for bad teeth but my god

the "I gotta go-" scene GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

someone get this kicked puppy a sippy cup

a red fanta chug jug

where is his sippy cup

look i know its probably not fun, at all, to drink red mystery meat juice on set but its gotta be cheaper than CGI teeth. Please.

Please let more relunctant vampires reluctantly chug jug (with you)

Oh Never Mind they wrote it in that he can't drink or he's stuck >:(

im still having a good time, just a bit less of a good time

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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using a large serrated knife to cut appart a horde of vampires seems like a great idea and getting covered in blood you're not supposed to drink is inevitable

but watch out

Sam: thats a pretty mentally stable thing to do

I REALLY WANT TO

CHUG JUG WITH YOU

ok this scene of him makes up for the lack of authentic blood chug jug I'll take what I can get

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Ok final thoughts: that was a solid 7 and a half out of 10

thank you Supernatural you hit almost all the high notes when most stuff falls flat for me. Still, you came soooooooooo close. And got so far. And Yet in the end it doesnt even matter.

Still, this one's going straight to the pool room, and I can comfortably say I'm throwing it on the shelf of 'comfort media' that I can go back to on a bad day.

This had some fucking BANGER scenes that surpassed my expectations and deeply pleasantly surprised me. Good shit! As someone who is hard to please, this was a riot. Still; a shame they arbritrarily rules-d him taking a chunk out of someone. Would have been sick. Could have had the great slow build up of the initial turning scene - him and the love interest, holding back - then him cracking it after holding out and snapping.

It is not too much to ask, I swear. It's a good trope.

Do I dare take the risk of trawling through fanfiction to find another horribly specific weirdo like me, because Supernatural seems huge and a scary place to fanfic trawl.

[i-eat-worlds]

The Subject Part 9

this one is pretty relaxed. Enjoy some “Brenner needs to take break”

There’s a Masterlist now!

CW: caretaker turned whumpee, overworking, recovery, legal bullshit

Brenner’s spoon clinked on the edge of his mug as he stirred the sugar into his coffee. The fluorescent lights of the break room buzzed as he sat down, paperwork sprawled out across the table, the dim light from his laptop casting his face in shadows. This was the worst part, and it never got better, no matter how many times he had to do it. Spread out before him were whatever notes he could find about Beau’s time as a subject.

It was disgusting. While there was no doubt in his mind that researchers often omitted the nastier details, what had been recorded was still horrendous. Chronicles of his pain-and not just perfunctory reports-photos and videos, painstakingly collected reminders of what he went through. Somebody took glee in this, recording Beau’s misery. The videos had been cataloged with care, by date and experiment. They went back years. And Brenner needed to comb through all of them, to get a better understanding of what Beau had gone through, to prevent issues from coming out of nowhere. Like Beau not knowing he was at a recovery center. It was supposed to be standard knowledge for subjects. And certainly, they would have been told that they were being moved to a recovery center, instead of just being shipped around without any knowledge. It was a mess, and it meant that whatever he’d been through at Hemlock had changed his conditioning or reinforced it. Either one was bad, and both gave him a sinking feeling. This one was going to be a challenge.

“They call it a break room for a reason, Chase,” Dr. Brenner’s head snapped up to nd Liam in the doorway. The nurse approached the counter to pour his own cup of coee. “It’s for you know…breaks?”

“Liam.” The doctor grumbled as he looked up from his work. “Please tell me your day is going better than mine.” “How bad is it going?” Liam asked as he poured the coee into his caeine prn mug. “I thought it was naming day-doesn’t that usually go pretty well?” “The naming part was fine.” He took a long sip of his coffee. “It’s everything else.” Liam’s eyes seemed to scan him for a moment, then he pulled a chair out with his foot and sat down. “What’s going on?”

“This.” Brenner gestured to the spread of materials in front of him. “Somebody took great pains to document everything he went through. He didn’t even know he was at a recovery center, for crying out loud.” He rubbed his eyes, then signed loudly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Beau right now?” “He’s in the scanner. Natalie’s great at what she does. I’d just be in the way.” Liam’s eyebrows furrow. “Beau, he’s from Hemlock, right?” “Yeah, why?” Brenner watched as Liam searched the table for something.

The nurse flipped through a stack of reports. He pointed to the signature on the page. “Dr. Chole Glassener. We know her.” Recognition ashed across Brenner’s eyes. “Raphael? Shit, Raphael.” “Look, Glassener’s got a reputation for being overly cruel. We’ve got enough to go to Nesbit and maybe shut her down.” Liam motioned to the photos.

“But Beau will never testify-he barely can talk now, and he won’t be rehabilitated soon enough to even know.” Brenner filled in. Lots of doctors had tried to take on Glassner before, and all had failed because no surviving subjects would testify to the standard that the law wanted.

“He’s got a long way to go.” Liam let out a tired sigh.

“Remind me why we're also in charge of this again.”

“Because someone has to, Chase. Beau may not be ready, but Raphael would.” Liam said, and Brenner knew he was right. “Yeah. If we can get him to stop biting.” Brenner said as he exhaled.

“Glad that biting is Molly’s department.” Liam checked his watch. “Beau is getting out from imaging. I’ve got to go and pick him up.” His tone turned serious. “And Chase?” The doctor looked up at him, “Go home and get some sleep tonight. You can’t keep running on empty.”

“No promises!” Brenner called as he turned back to his work .

“You better!” Liam hollered back as he gently closed the door behind him, leaving the doctor to his work.

******

After the scans, the kind nurse had returned and taken Beau back to his room. Everybody insisted on moving him around in a wheelchair, even though he volunteered to walk. The personnel would simply remind him that he wasn’t at a lab anymore, that things were dierent. It was hard, but Beau was getting better at reminding himself of that too. He didn’t want to be a burden, having the sta have to remind him again and again. Liam helped him back into bed, then gave him another-another!-dose of painkillers. The nurse reminded him to use the call button if he needed it, and told him to rest up.

Beau burrowed back into the warmth of his bed, clutching the soft blankets close. He couldn’t even remember experiencing something like this. Not the gentle touches, not the clothing and blankets, and most certainly not the name. It was strange, to have a privilege that he thought only humans were supposed to get reserved for him. The word felt right though, Beau. It wasn’t hard to think of himself as Beau. He was still B127 of course, he knew his place.

But he would have been lying if he didn’t like the idea of being Beau.

Taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @rainbows-and-whumperflies @pigeonwhumps @wolfeyedwitch @suffering-and-misery I am so sorry for forgetting to tag you in the last couple chapters. Do you still want to be tagged?

[celestie0]

ELLIEIEIEIEIE hi 💗💗

bae you should’ve HEARD the squeal i let out when you posted 😭 i like rolled around on my bed and kicked my feet for a good minute or two IM SO GLAD YOUR BACK BAEEE 💗

also bae omg im realizing how many mistakes i made on my most recent ask omg its so embarrassing 😭😭 im assuming you understood what i meant tho? 😭 IN MY DEFENSE I WAS ON THE TRAIN SO IT WAS BUMPY AND I DIDNT WANT PPL SEEING MY PHONE 🫠 like have you ever been in public and then someones looking over at your phone?? SHIT HAPPENS TOO OFTEN I SWEAR.

bae missing gojo so bad rn i turned to character ai 😓

anyway do u remember C?? yeah so i confessed and uh 🧍‍♀️he kinda just brushed it off and brought up another girl 😭 BUT GET THIS. THE OTHER GIRL IS ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS. like imagine you’re texting a girl who’s been your friend SINCE YOU WERE KIDS and KNOWING she has a crush on you and then you still bring up one of her closest friends relationship status. LIKE??? i’m being so fr when i say this i cried. i called my friend D in TEARS after i finished talking to C and D was just like “yo wait what happened?” and then i had to explain AND IT TURNS OUT C HAD BEEN ASKING ABOUT MY FRIEND FOR A WHILE. they danced together once at a party and apparently hes had a crush on her ever since??

okay but enough abt C,, hes an asshole and i never want to speak to him again (i still like him very much and i still need him but im tryna cope lolol) 💗 how’ve u been bae?? i hardly ever send in asks anymore so i feel like we don’t interact as often 😞 omg bae do u have any show recommendations?? i’ve been dying to watch something new lately but all the shows my friends recommend are ones i’ve seen already 😓😓

anyway bae thats all 💗 i hope you were doing well on your hiatus (even though it was short!) and i can’t wait for the next kickoff update ‼️ byebye and i love uuuu

-🦌

hiii my lovely <33 OMG you're too fucking sweet i swear you make me smile everytime i see you in my inbox. yes it's nice to be back i missed everyone lots :'') i still might take it a lil easy tho haha i realized during my hiatus i've gotta just spend less time on tumblr between my fic updates kdjfhsdkfjl

haha yes i hate when ppl look at screens. but i always used to look at people's screens during lectures in college to see what they're up to and what they're ordering on amazon HAHA i guess it's human nature to be nosey asf

omg NOOOO babe that's horrendous fuck C i'm so sorry you went through that :(( you deserve sm better than that. aww bb whatever helps you cope is valid, but i do think that maybe it's time to let C go...you confessed n did what you could, and even if he didn't like you back, he should've treated your confession w care n respect. the way he reacted is major red flag!! i'm sorry though, i know you've known him a long time, so that has to be really tough to go through :'') chin up bb, i promise you'll find better guys out there that will treat you w the care you deserve

i've been okay!! i had my last day of work on thursday which was kind of bittersweet, i cried in front of my PI LOL (he's an old german man and he's always been very sweet to me n i'm really gonna miss him aaa) i had social plans the past couple of days which was fun but i'm kind of an introvert so i spent today recharging my social batter haha.

ooo i've been watching bojack horseman recently!! i like it, it's funny and realistic, but i've heard it becomes a total shitshow (not as in it becomes a bad show, it's still a great show BUT the characters kinda stress you out)...i really like it, i've been recommending it to people! i like shows that are kind of cynical commentaries w an overlay of comedy though HAHA so if you're into that too, i'd recommend it. if you wanna watch a really good romance show, i'd recommend 'one day' on netflix!! it's like a slow burn friends to lovers, and the acting in it was phenomenal. no spoilers but i will give a heavy angst warning.

thanks bb!! yes my hiatus was good haha i appreciate you sm <33 love u tooooo darling

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Eleven. Part 3

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, he slept through it all being small spoon and I’m glad because he was really driving me crazy with the constant getting out of bed and also I felt bad he was struggling, I’m awake now anyways so I’m going to get out of bed and see where we are at and see what Tianna is doing. I am so invested in this friend, and he said we can go on a date together, who is this man and why do I not know him. Grabbing his hoodie and and sweatpants; I am wearing his stuff, more comfort for me really. Tightening the sweatpants around my waist, putting the hoodie over my head as I left the room, these are all awake and the bus has stopped so I guess we are at a service station. Making my way to the seating area “morning” Tianna smiled “look at you in the corner half asleep, who bought you this?” Sitting across from her “Wadz got me a coffee but I need to get off and get some things, I was going to wake you actually, to see if wanted something. How was it? He’s knocked out mhmm?” She smirked “I don’t know why you are smirking nothing happened, we just spoke for a while then he said he’s tired, so we went to sleep, we snuggled and spoke which was nice, but he was horrendous in bed, like I think” I giggled “he kept getting turned on, and I felt it against my butt and he kept getting out of bed and then back in, so I don’t know how many times he jerked off” Tianna yelped out “oh my god, why didn’t you help him? Ok sex maybe you want to wait but your hand works? Spiteful whore” I blushed “shut up” putting my head down “nah I would be helping my man, and you did nothing, what did you do?” I shrugged “pretend I was asleep” Tianna snorted laughing “then made him small spoon” Tianna is laughing at me, what a bitch “now if that was me, I wouldn’t have sex with him but you damn right I’m nursing him” I gasped “shut up” I spat “you are such a prude, what is wrong with you, like girl. You should have done something, he suffered” I huffed out “his hand was on my boob at one point too, I moved it” Tianna is giggling “ok, so like maybe. I mean up to you, if that happens again. Just like I mean, maybe make out with him, no harm in hands used and then he can be a feign” my mouth hung open “you’re like mom!” I spat “I am” she laughed “oh I don’t know” I said, “not everything had to be sex, you can still give him a goodbye present and you know make him happy” Tianna is really like my mom “why am I not like you?” Tianna chuckled “no, Rylee you are you and clearly Oakley loves that, he ain’t mad at it either” she has a point “I heard my name” he is awake “asking that if you wanted anything from the service station” I said “yeah” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head “morning, let’s go then. My treat” Tianna smiled at me.

Oakley made his way over to me “these chicken stick things are weird and nice, you want a latte” nodding my head “I do, what does it taste like? These are new” he held it out to me, taking a bite. Picking up some cheese puffs “this is nice, get me some. Did you have a nice sleep?” I asked him, I know he didn’t though “erm it was ok, I was happy to have you in bed with me though. Did you?” Nodding my head “I did, but you did wake me on few occasions. Huffing and puffing” he chuckled “oh shit, so you know” I smiled at him “I do know” he sighed out “I’m a man, and you are sexy. What can I say?” I sighed out “but I feel bad, how many times” he smirked as he ate “a few, it was a hard come down I give it that, it’s cool. Allow it though, I’m glad you’re here for a few days. Come, let’s get a hot drink” he walked off, maybe Tianna is right “try these though bro, they taste nice. Ti, do me two latte please and thank you” Tianna side eyed him “you have hands my boy, you fucking up them chicken stick aren’t you” Oakley laughed “breakfast, I am really hungry though. We need to stop over somewhere” walking around him “where is Imani at though, you know where her place is at” I mean we should just ask “erm, Ybeez can find out. Ask her manager which is your dad but then really I don’t want him to think there is issues, I just think it’s not my place but like YBeez ain’t liking it, he’s like she’s missing and we having to get a DJ out so when you see her tell her she needs to come out this time” nodding my head “Ti, text her. It’s ok I’ll find out” we need to see that girl; I mean by all means have fun but not at the expense of being on tour and fucking your name up and. Then being rude to Oakley, she will get it from me “I don’t know who gave her whippets, was it you telling about that” he pointed at Rimz “yeah, it was me. I saw her though; I was like in that friend group. Scoping some girls and yeah, I’m like oh. But I ain’t lie, I swear” looking at Ti, we need to see her today.

Tianna wants me to go easy on Imani and I am, but she better not make me mad, she opened her hotel bedroom door in utter shock “hey little sister” Ti said “yes hey little sister” I added and Tianna hugged her, I just smiled “hi” walking by her “how come you both are here? I didn’t know you both were here?” I am glad she didn’t know “well you went so quickly from Toronto, why?” her room is tidy, where is all her bags “do you not stay in here?” I asked “I do stay in here, just waiting on my bags but how come you both are here? Are you both touring” I can’t lie but I don’t have it in me with small talk “why haven’t you been performing?” I asked “I was unwell, my voice. I told dad and he was ok with it” Tianna looked at me, but I am not having her shit “yeah so why were you rude with Oakley? He checked on you and you called him dad spy and your friend made a remark? You allowed it” Imani sighed out “oh my god, why couldn’t he come to me?” she spat “because he is respecting dad to not air you out for having whippets, we know Imani” she gasped “Oh my god! His friends are so fucking annoying, they are the ones being nosey, I never did it” raising an eyebrow “be real, come on. We all have tried it but I want you to be truthful, if you have then say it?” she look so guilty, one thing about Imani, she can’t lie so this is her poor attempts at trying “we was just having fun” she shrugged “so you did?” Ti asked “I may have” shaking my head “so you did then, just say that then. You listen to me, you apologise to Oakley and that little friend. If they say another word to him I will whack her, and you! You should know better, and you do not take drugs, I will tell mom and dad!” I shouted “oh fuck off” Tianna gasped, I was about to go for her, but Tianna stopped me but she ran off into the bathroom, I am not having her shit “just relax, we haven’t come here to attack, she probably feels backed into a corner” I kissed my teeth “she is a spoilt bitch, please. Come back out here right now!” I shouted, who is she telling fuck off too.

Imani eventually came out “I was so close to hitting you, you should be glad Tianna is here for you. Don’t ever swear or tell me to fuck off got it? I am older then you we care you stupid bitch, those friends don’t! And Willow that ugly rat, let me catch her” she put her head down “just everyone getting at me, his friends are annoying. And whatever, I just tried it!” she spat “tried it and got unwell but if you do it again I will tell dad and you do not attack people for caring about you, once again I am telling you that you better say sorry to him. Who ever these hippie friends you got, they need to watch it” I don’t really bother Imani, but I won’t have her ruining herself “I just wanted to try it, I tried weed too. Oakley friend gave me that, didn’t tell you that did he?” rolling my eyes “maybe he didn’t know that, but I will be sure to tell him but weed is weed, I am not mad at that. Whippets is no! don’t fuck with that at all, have weed live life but please!” just drama for nothing “Rylee is right, weed is a pass, but Whippets we don’t fuck with that, you need to be realistic with that and know it was wrong right?” she nodded her head “also Oakley said if you don’t come out this time then YBeez will be telling dad, you lacking. You know what Imani; you should be glad we care. Those friends don’t care about you clearly, letting you have drugs, dumb bitches” I don’t like them now “they not bad people, we all try things! Please, I won’t do that again, just don’t get on my case. Oakley friends aren’t in the clear, they bad too” I huffed out “I can’t account for his friends, only him. You on about Wadz?” I asked, she shook her head “no them other ones, Rimz and some other guys. The ones that are on our bus” I frowned “why are they on your bus?” she shrugged “don’t piss me off Imani, why?” it's making me mad “Juke kissed me in a game” I groaned out “I mean he isn’t over thirty, he is young. But still, you know what” this wasn’t a good idea “I am not upset about it, we all played a game. Oakley older friends are with him but like Juke and his friends, the younger ones are with us, we have fun” Tianna cringed “I am going to kill him” I mumbled “it’s not a bad thing! Oh my god, this is why Oakley came, he checked on me and I just called him dad spy, he said that he would remove his brother but like we just having fun, they ok” I don’t even know what to say, “how old is Juke?” Tianna asked “he is three years older then Imani” I said “not bad, I was like oh hell nah” did Oakley know this, I am annoyed.

I am still waiting for Oakley to get off a call with Drake, he is with YBeez, I have all the boys in the hotel room, how annoying really “you mad?” Wadz asked “how do you know?” I asked, “seem it” I shrugged “I didn’t know Juke was on tour, why is he on my sister bus with his friends?” I asked him “there is only like two other friends of his, we was being boring he said and then he been getting all friendly with them and he jumped on with them, why?” Wadz asked “Juke kissed my sister in a challenge, but my sister isn’t mad at all, she is just saying but why” Wadz laughed out too loud “relax” Ybeez said to him “sorry but Rylee, your sister is not a baby you know. Allow her man, just yeah. Juke trying to slip in there, man. That guy” maybe I am protective “just, it’s Imani. I get protective when it comes to boys that is all” Oakley made his way over to me “I didn’t know Juke was on this thing?” I said to him “oh yeah, he is why?” he wrapped his arms around me “yeah and kissing my fucking sister though?” Oakley gasped “no way, what? Why?” he said shocked “a challenge I don’t know, she isn’t mad or upset but like what the fuck” Oakley chuckled “wow, I did check in and things were fine. Just that drugs thing isn’t the movement that is why I said it but if my brother is moving reckless I will move him” shaking my head “leave it, I am just being protective. I see boy and Imani I get protective” I laughed “you sure, I can like move him. I didn’t know he was moving like that” Oakley laughed “yeah, leave it but she will be saying sorry to you. I got to let her live, but she cannot be doing drugs, that’s a no” Oakley keeps smirking I am going to slap him “sorry, it’s cute. You get all uptight, Imani going to have a man one day. That footballer likes her anyways, relax” he got a point really.

Imani is in my room, she won’t go to Rylee knowing that she wanted to beat her ass earlier “Rylee isn’t pissed at anything but you being rude to Oakley you know how she can get so just apologise, what be happening on this tour bus? I’m intrigued to know” looking back at the mirror “where are you going first? You look pretty” I cooed out “I am going out for a meal with Rylee and Oakley, and a friend of his, just seeing what he is like that is all” Imani gasped “Oakley! A friend of his? What friend is that? They aren’t the best looking and are slow” I chuckled “stop it but I don’t know, I’m scared. He keeps laughing at me too, well not at me but he knows I want to know so bad and he won’t give me any detail on who, I keep thinking I’m going to walk in there and it’s just Wadz say there but he isn’t the worst person” Imani laughed “have fun but on the bus we just vibe and talk, we was playing truth or dare and that��s how the kids came about but it was harmless. The only thing Juke gave me was weed but like I hope he isn’t in trouble” I shrugged “as long as you’re ok but do not and I mean it, no drugs!” I spat “do not follow people, look how that turned out with North, please. Learn from us sister” she needs to not let people influence her “I am having fun though, like I am enjoying myself, but I will be good now promise. I only enjoy weed that is all, nothing else happened. I won’t try that again” she said but I want to know who gave her that “so who gave you Whippets?” I am guessing Willow “nope, but a friend of Willow” I knew it “right” I just shook my head; I hope she learnt her lesson to not ever listen to idiots.

I wish Rylee and Oakley waited for me but no, they said meet us all here and now I feel so nervous because what if it’s Wadz, what do I do and how do I react, bitch Rylee isn’t fucking telling me anything, she just said hurry up and I even asked again and she ignored it, I am nervous. I do hate meeting new people, but I am here with my sister and I am praying Oakley don’t do me like that “come on Ti” I said to myself as I walked into the food eatery, cute little place this “three people are already here” I said to the waiter “Tianna?” she said, nodding my head. I am so nervous, what is even wrong with me, if it’s Wadz then I be nice, I mean I know him already and clearly Oakley thinks he is good so I will be nice, he isn’t a bad guy. Walking behind the lady, taking in a deep breath, the first face I see is my beautiful sister, she is smiling at me but this could be a smile of good luck or a smile of I will love this, Oakley just gave me a slight smile “just here” the lady said and I just did a double take, my my mouth hung open and then closed “huh” I just said and laughed “Tianna” Damson got up “you’re Damson Idris?” I pointed “I am” he got closer to me “I am Damson, nice to meet you” He shook my hand and then kissed my cheek “this is my mysterious friend” staring at Oakley in shock “what?” I am so stumped because what the fuck “take a seat” my sister is laughing “is this a sick joke, I swear. I am not even laughing, I was expecting Wadz” I don’t believe them “nah, nah, I am not joking. Sit down” Oakley said laughing “serious?” I am so confused, I feel a little flustered now, I wasn’t expecting Damson, not at all. I was expecting the latter of his friends “I uhm, I am sorry. Just it's Oakley, sometimes he can play a joke. His friend groups is questionable” he has such a handsome smile “my dad loves watching you” I blurted out “yeah, your sister was telling me actually. Funny thing is I asked Oakley for your number before you was taken, I am sorry about your engagement” waving him off “oh that is forgotten” I laughed out.

I needed some wine “so I need to know, how, what and why. How do you know each other and why don’t you rock together like the rest of his friends” I need answers “so Oakley and I went to the same school, he was three years above me which when you get detention, so when we get kept behind after school no matter the year you all stay in one place. I am sure it’s the same here, so we was in the same setting for a full week that one week, we ended up talking hanging out, just having frienship. He was a quiet guy, so was I. We just clicked and yeah, when he left school, he went college which he didn’t he would just lie about it, he was doing other things. He got into a lot of shit which my mother kept me away from, so I was banned, I went to college far far away, she was not having me hang with him. So fast forward, he releases one of the biggest tracks in the UK, we link up again and that’s it right Cench, but we keep in contact. We meet up, I don’t hang with his other friend group, we just keep it adult like, he is a friend, and we are alike just different paths, but Oakley kept up with the awkward quietness unless he likes you vibe” Oakley nodded his head “yeah, his mom saw me once and sent him to a college so far” Oakley laughed “but he is the friend, and he did ask about you but at that time it wasn’t the best so there you go, happy?” he smiled at me and I just ended up giggling “you got me good Oakley, wow” I can’t believe it “I know people too, this the boy” they dapped each other, looking at Rylee and she knows that I am happy because he is beautiful “I need the bathroom, you do too Rylee” I said getting up, I need to scream a little “oh yeah” she said getting up, I wasn’t ready for this at all.

[trueshredguitar]

i've been watching a lot of youtube critiques about The Idol (haven't actually watched the show, i'm doing a plato's cave thing) and while I'm not defending sam levinson or the weeknd at all. i'm getting the distinct feeling that a lot of these youtubers have never watched anything remotely challenging or dark in their life

"this is so unhinged why the fuck would he ask why she didn't fight back her abuser???" because he's an abuser trying to see how much of an easy target she is?

i see a lot of the criticisms and i think they're getting hung up on the idea that the depiction of these abusive characters doing abusive things is somehow something negative about the show itself

i think the thing that's really getting to me is that i am beginning to see where the original show (partially created and originally directed by Amy Seimetz, a woman) and the shitshow (directed/rewritten by sam levinson and abel tesfaye who went on record saying this horrendous shit) diverge. and while these reviewers are rightfully criticizing the artistic decisions (like. um.) and quite a few ways that the show is framing the storyline...

i also see them criticizing what i can track as being the "bones" of the show. these scenes where tedros is acting like a complete creep and predator is like. yeah... that's how abusers act... the show is depicting this as a distinctly disgusting and dangerous thing even while none of the characters actually condemn it. why are you shocked?

now the way that some of the scenes are shot/presented (namely the hairbrush scene) are obviously tacked on as torture porn and make me think sam levinson should be taken out behind the shed. there's ways to present horrible things that aren't voyeurism but sam levinson LOVES being a voyeur.

but there has to be some critical thinking going in here about how much of this is the "original" horror story of jocelyn being mistreated and taken advantage of through her grief, how much of this is levinson/tesfaye's meddling, and beyond that how much of it is just (sometimes hamfisted) depiction of dark and sensitive topics that AREN'T rubber-stamped just by their being there, and how much of it is levinsfaye's meddling that is straight up Blonde-level fetishization of women's suffering ¯\_(ツ)_/¯