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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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Marjorine x reader p. 2

Playlist- Like the sun

Warnings: N/A

Background: Marjorine helps you ease into being more comfortable around people.

Status: Ongoing

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'Leo?'

After you talked to Marjorine you felt happy that you finally had someone to talk to and hang out with. You didn't know what to really do. Do you text them whenever you wanted or only when it was important? It was new to you but you were open to trying to figure it all out.

You walked into school and look around seeing Marjorine at their locker. You slowly walked up to them and they instantly noticed you. They smiled and their eyes lit up when they saw you.

"Hey Y/N. How's your morning?" They asked with a bright smile.

"Um, h-hi. it's ok." You stuttered out making their smile slowly disappear.

"You're really nervous is that how you are with everyone?" They asked softly trying to make you more comfortable.

"Y-yeah b-because I don't talk to many people i-it's hard to not be nervous." You explain looking away. "Eye contact is hard too."

"We can definitely work on that. Don't work we'll go slow." They said with a smile. "How are you with physical contact?"

"I-I d-don't really like being touched." You say holding onto the strap of your backpack.

"Well, that's ok. Sometimes socializing and stuff is hard but don't worry I'll be a good teacher." They said taking your hand causing you to look up and see their eyes were huge and their wide smile.

You couldn't help but blush a bit. You liked them touching your hand and smiling at you like that. You had to look away after a few seconds you couldn't keep staring it just made you so nervous. It was like staring into the sun you just couldn't look for too long but they made you feel warm.

"That was 5 seconds!" They cheered smiling even wider. "That's not bad, and you haven't pulled your hand away. You're doing way better than you said."

Their praise made you blush harder. "T-thank you." You stutter out sheepishly. The bell rang signaling you to go to class, but Marjorie didn't let go of your hand.

"How about I keep holding your hand until you feel like you have to pull away ok?" They asked slowly walking to class hand and hand with you. "How about we talk about something to make you less nervous. When we talked about sewing yesterday you didn't stutter so maybe if we talk about it you'll loosen up."

You nod and walk hand in hand with them to class. "I started a new project last week and I'm almost done but I ran out of fabric for the skirt and I haven't been able to find it anywhere."

"Oh, what did it look like? Maybe we can go to the store after school today to see if they have it." They said walking into class with you and taking their seat but still holding your hand.

"That's what I was looking for yesterday and I didn't see any so I'm scared that maybe they won't get another shipment and I won't be able to finish." You say sitting in the seat next to him. You honestly completely forgot you were even holding their hand as you blabbed on about sewing.

"I'm sure we can find some don't worry." They said placing their head on their free hand.

"Hmm, I guess so. Thanks, Leo." You say smiling brightly at them making their face turn a light shade of pink.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds and it made you realize that you two were still holding hands. You became flustered once more and pulled your hand away.

"You did really good Y/N. That was like at least a few minutes." They praised making you blush and look away. You simply nodded in response.

The class went on normally but Kyle who had watched the entire interaction kept a close eye on Marjorine and you. When class ended Marjorine turned to talk to you but you quickly got out of your seat and left the room without saying bye. Marjorine let out a small sigh and smiled softly to themselves.

"I guess we'll work on that." They muttered to themselves.

"Hey, Butters." Kyle said walking up to him.

"Well hey, Kyle what's up?" They asked with a smile and gathered their things.

"Are you and the new girl dating?" He asked bluntly.

"Y-Y/N? N-no we aren't dating." They said blushing and looking away,

"You guys were holding hands and she called you Leo," Kyle said questioningly.

"O-oh I'm just helping her work on socializing." They said clearly becoming uncomfortable by the question.

"But why does she call you Leo? I thought you didn't like your name." He said

"I-I'm just trying it out." They said looking up at Kyle who had a confused look on his face. "I got to get to class talk to you later ok? Bye."

Marjorine quickly ran out of the class. Maybe it was the sudden questions but now they couldn't stop thinking about you. Would they want to date you? Would you date them? The idea of being with you didn't sound bad but they honestly didn't want to think about that right now.

After school you walk out of the front doors seeing Marjorine standing there and waving you over.

"Hey Y/N! You wanna head out to the store?" They asked smiling softly.

"Yeah I've been thinking and if they don't have the fabric out maybe they'll have some in the back." You say as you started walking with them.

"Oh and this will be great practice for you! You can ask the cashier to check for you." They said excitedly making you stop dead in your tracks and tremble.

"I-I have to talk to her?" You ask your voice shaking

"Hey don't worry we can practice before we get there." They said taking your hand.

The sudden contact made you even more nervous but when you looked up at them their smile put me at ease. You nod and walk with them to the store biting the inside of your cheek.

"Ok so pretend I'm the cashier ok? Just tell me what you would ask." They said.

"Ok." You say taking a deep breath. "H-Hi c-can you check to see if you have any of the silk blue fabric?"

"Perfect just take a deep breath and don't worry ok?" They said opening the door of the store for you.

You nod, letting go of their hand and walking inside. You slowly make your way to the fabric isle and look around not seeing the fabric you wanted.

"Hmm doesn't seem like it's here." Marjorine said with a frown.

"Does that mean I have to ask?" You ask nervously.

"Mhm but don't worry you'll do just fine and I'll be right next to you." They said with a smile.

You slowly walk to the cashier and clear your throat. "E-excuse me?"

The cashier turned around giving you a small smile. "What can I help you with?"

Marjorine stood back watching you talk to the cashier. They smiled as they watched the cashier leave to the back, and you stood there with a bright smile. Your smile made them blush a bit as they see how proud you are in yourself. You turn your head to face them, giving them a toothy smile.

Marjorine felt like their heart skipped a beat and her blush grew deeper. They held up a thumbs up and looked away. They touched their face and felt the heat.

"What's wrong with me?"

A/N: Hey guys hoped you liked this sorry I didn't post yesterday I wanted to change the way my fics first looked and so hopefully they look way better. And like I mentioned before I'm pretty new to tumblr so I didn't know people who reblogged my post before the change would look like the old version even after I changed it. But yeah idk im learning 🤧 so I encourage you guys to read my past fics once more because I did do some editing and especially to my stan fic so yeah. Also, I made a lil playlist for this series ofc you don't to listen to it but these are just some small songs that fit the vibe a bit imo. Got the idea from @n0tangeliccc who again is a million times better at stuff like this and has way better music taste than me. Anyway I love you all thank you sm for reading 🩷🩷🩷

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sansxfuckyou · 11 months

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Misconceptions

Summary: Kyle is only distantly aware he's chosen the worst time to confess

Warnings: swearing, mentions of various deaths, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I wrote this to get myself through some idea drought, but Kenny being an oblivious and jealous prick is honestly fun to write, it may happen again. this is basically me shoving another scene into the manbearpig episode by the way, so keep that in mind while reading. hope ya'll enjoy!

Kenny's breathing starts to stutter with the cold, he's too far into sleep to wake up and shuffle around a bit too try and get warm. Kyle can hear it, it's shockingly hard to fall asleep on the cold ground while trapped in a cave system. He feels perfectly fine heat wise, passed out next to Stan and using his jacket as a blanket.

Kyle doesn't know what he's supposed to do. On one hand, he lets Kenny freeze to death or go terribly ill. On the other hand, he wakes up Kenny and hopes that the blonde doesn't get pissed off.

He opts for waking up Kenny.

His entire body feels clunky when he stretches, hands over his head and interlaced fingers pushing out. He tugs on his jacket lazily as he stumbles over to where Kenny's passed out on the ground. Kyle crouches down next too him and places a hand on the blondes face. His skin is flush with the bite of the cold, and he feels 'warm' but he isn't.

"Hey, dude," Kyle begins with as he shakes Kenny's shoulders gently, it barely rouses the blonde. All he gets is a small groan of dissatisfaction and the slightest shift in facial expression.

Kyle brings his fingers to loosen Kenny's parka hood but stops himself, he needs the heat to be in, not out. Instead he slides his fingers along Kenny's neck, ice cold fingers sure to jolt him awake. It does garner a reaction, not much.

Kyle talks again, "Wake up man, you're gonna freeze to death."

Kenny blinks open his eyes and glares at Kyle, "I've died worse- heard of worse ways," He quickly corrects himself.

"I know," Kyle said softly, so lightly, making sure Kenny didn't hear. It was his secret, and even though Kyle remembers a good deal of the deaths, he acts like he doesn't. He's not sure if he's lying for Kenny's sake or for his own.

"I'm fine freezing to death," Kenny said as he closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, facing away, "Go back to your boyfriend."

Kyle's face flares up at the accusation, "He's not my boyfriend," He takes Kenny's arm and rolls him back over, "I don't even like him."

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Sure you don't, you just happen to always be with him, always listen to him, always give him attention, always be on your fucking mind- of course he's your boyfriend!" The restraint he enforces to not shout makes him shake, he should've gotten this out in the open a long time ago. But no, he had too wait until the four of them were trapped in the mines before it could come out, "Leave me to die, that's what you guys always do."

"I don't," Kyle said.

Kenny scoffed, "Sure."

"Remember when you were dying of cancer, or whatever, your body was giving out on you?" Kyle asked.

Kenny nodded, "Everyone remembers that."

"Or what about all those other times? Electrocuted, trampled, burned, drowned, mutilated- I remember some of those," Kyle said, "I just, didn't want to freak you out by bringing it up."

"Big whoop," Kenny spat venomously, "You remember most of my terrible fates, so does Cartman. I don't see how that relates to you not being Stan's shitty boyfriend," He hopes that the jealously of his misguided anger is heavily covered.

"Stan doesn't remember half as many, Craig doesn't remember any, and Tweek doesn't remember any. Just me, and Cartman," Kyle said, going off on a loosely built tangent. He was grasping for straws, but he needed an exit into the more important topic of debate, "Because we care about you more than anyone else in all of South Park."

Kenny gestured vaguely for Kyle to go on, a challenge of sorts, maybe it was a plea.

"He cares about you because you indulge in his terrible ideas and hang out with him outside of the group. You're his best friend, we all are, but you more than the rest of us," Kyle explained, gesturing to Cartman as he spoke, "And I remember because," He pauses, words catching in his throat, "I, I remember."

"Spit it out," Kenny snarled, glaring just a bit. It was a facade really, he'd never speak maliciously to Kyle and mean it.

"And I remember all of you deaths because I fucking, I am in love, with you," Kyle managed to choke out, barely at that. He feels like the knots in his chest are tightening, but the burdens on his shoulders have finally been lifted. It's a rather conflicting feeling, to have the brunt of it all out in the open despite knowing it won't be reciprocated.

Kenny is pleased with the fact he can say the reason his face is red is because of the cold. He feels his heart rate pick up, he's pretty sure it's pulsing with irregularities- ha, that's kind of funny, Kyle made his heart skip a beat. Literally at that, the metaphor always came in handy for his journals. He bangs his fist on his chest, right where his heart is, rattling up his rib cage. He glances up to Kyle, "Really man?"

Kyle can't help the exasperation saturated so thickly on his voice it's dripping as he snaps back a sharp, "Yes, really! Of course I do!"

He also can't help the squeak that's pushed out of him when arms wind around his torso and squeeze. Kenny's head is resting on his shoulder, nestled up against the crook of his neck. Kyle doesn't know what he's supposed to do, especially with the way Kenny is shaking, tears hitting his jacket and his skin. It takes a bit too long for him to realize that this is a way of saying 'I love you too' but the second he does he's yanking Kenny into himself just as tight. He knocks the side of his head against Kenny's gently as he hauls the blonde almost onto his lap.

"Fuck man," There's a small sniffle as Kenny tries to lift his head, he can't get more than a couple inches of distance between him and Kyle and it feels nice. He dares to say it feels right, resting half on Kyle's thighs with arms wrapped around him so tightly he almost fears dislocating a rib. He takes a shaky inhale, "I just, did you have to wait until now to say it?"

Kyle knocked his forehead against Kenny's, very brief moment of contact greets them, when he pulls back he's almost shocked that Kenny's hands are at his waist. Almost. He rests his head on Kenny's shoulder, "I thought you were into the chicks."

"I take whatever comes my way," Kenny said, he spoke as though it were humorous, "Of course, I am prone to getting attached and waiting for something better to come around."

Kyle listens, giving a small hum to continue.

"But I got really lucky tonight, aside from the fact we're trapped in a cave system. Not only am I sitting on the lap of someone absolutely magnificent, smart, adorable, and dare I say it, hot. That someone also happens to be the long time target of my affection," Kenny rambled. The words flowed like wine, and he's entirely trying to flirt despite the situation. He brings a hand up to run through Kyle's mess of curls, "Of course, lower class courtship methods usually aren't seen as such by the middle class."

Kyle gives a soft sigh, "Cut me some slack, I just finished coming to terms with this shit," He lifts his head up to find that charming gap tooth grin, definitely one of his favorite things about Kenny. He's had a hard time choosing favorite things about Kenny lately, he adds it to the list.

"Gladly," Kenny answered with, briefly pressing a kiss to Kyle's cheek. He glanced over the redhead's shoulder, "Let's sleep over there."

"Beside Stan?" Kyle asked, he got a nod in response.

"I don't want him getting hypothermia," Kenny said, "Not a fun way to die."

Kyle gives a hum before standing up, awkwardly hoisting Kenny along with him. He knows that the shorter is grinning for the brief walk over to where Stan lays. Kyle sheds his jacket to lay down and Kenny joins him, pressing his back flush against Kyle's torso.

Kenny tilts his head back a bit, "Love you," He's saying it until the novelty wears off at this rate.

Kyle hums in response, "Go to sleep."

"Okay," Kenny said, voice a bit more hushed as he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

It's a lot easier to fall asleep when someone else is there with you. The rhythmic clamber of his heartbeat is welcome to echo in Kenny's ears as he drifts off to sleep comfortably. Even with the cold nipping at his feet he finds it rather soothing to just fall asleep. He's out cold before Stan actually rouses from his slumber, flipping over a bit.

"Go back to sleep," Kyle croaked out softly.

Stan pushed himself onto his elbows and glanced over to find Kenny curled up against Kyle, "You told him?"

Kyle nodded.

"He said yes?" Stan asked.

Kyle nodded, "Here's hoping we make it out of here alive to go on a date."

"In the afterlife I'll third wheel for you, even if we make it out I'll be sitting there being a nuisance," Stan said as he dropped back down. His pressed his back against Kyle before throwing his jacket atop the both of them.

"Thanks," Kyle said quietly, "You're fucking awesome man."

Stan yawns a bit, "No problem bro, that's what friends are for."

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melodicaria · 10 months

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CODMW: Dripping White | Everyone x Johnny

THIS IS DIRTY, DEPRAVED, AND FULL OF SMUT!!!

Note:

This story contains dubious content, cum feeding, and Johnny. Yes, Johnny is a warning and I wish you all would tag your works with such a dangerous individual when he appears there.

Proceed with caution or something, trip and fall maybe :D

Simply a piece of the pie here for tumblr because you guys are crazy. This means that parts of the story are missing and/or omitted. If you guys wish for me to post the full story here as well, please let me know. Full story available on Ao3! Link HERE and down below:

As always, enjoy, and don't hesitate to Ask and You Shall Receive!

Word Count on Tumblr: 1,144

Word Count on Ao3: 3,041

Last night was off the fucking balls. It was a good night, nevertheless. They hadn’t all met up in quite a while, so what better way to spend it than get piss drunk? His throat is dry as all nine circles of hell and Johnny decides to brave the adventure of finding water.

Opening the door is the easiest part, but what greets him in the hallway and into the living room is downright horrific. There were broken crayons scattered on the floor and torn-up paper everywhere. To top it off, someone's underwear was hanging from the ceiling fan.

He finally makes his way to the kitchen, unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be too safe either. He catches Rudy on his back fast asleep on top of the stove, but thankfully it's been turned off. Roach is halfway stuck in the pantry with a stack of chips in front of him.

Scarily enough, all of the water bottles are crushed and ripped open, so he smartly avoids them and the sleeping Horangi they are next to. He does, however, peek at the perfectly intact pack of cookies that are threatening to fall and smack Roach in the face. He’s preventing a catastrophe and satisfying his cravings. Two dogs, one bullet.

He refuses to admit Ghost is rubbing off on him.

Johnny snatches the cookies and turns to open the fridge, dead set on the jug of milk.

Uncapping the milk jug, he hears a wailing groan from the living room.

Looks like the dead have arisen.

With a cookie in his mouth and a glass in hand, he walks into the living room, stifling chuckles all the way. Gaz is sprawled over the couch, one foot over the back of the cushion and another stuck inside. He’s holding his head and a soft fuck tumbles out of his mouth. Johnny leans against the couch.

“Poor Kyle isn’t feeling too well?” He waves the cookie he just took a bite out of in front of Gaz’s face.

Gaz’s nose scrunches up and turns away, weakly batting Johnny away from him.

Before he can raise the glass of milk up to his mouth, Gaz makes a swipe for it, a bout of energy seemingly springing up out of nowhere. He almost spills it over his shirt, but he manages to take a step backward.

Disgruntled, he raises an eyebrow, “The fuck?”

Gaz is now about to topple over the couch, and he’s frantically waving his hands.

“Mate, I am so serious, do not drink that.”

Johnny’s grin returns and he sings, “You just want some.”

Gaz looks like he’s getting ready to vomit, throat bobbing with every bit of bile he’s trying to swallow.

He swiftly made his way back to the kitchen, munching on the rest of the cookies. If Gaz was about to blow, he did not want to see the aftermath of the vomit-ruined couch.

As he savored the cookies and downed the milk, Gaz made a weak noise and slumped back onto the couch, finally quiet. A trickle of milk escaped from the corner of his mouth, down his throat. To be honest, the milk tasted a bit off, but he chalked it up to not shaking it well enough.

Setting the cup down, he heard a soft "damn." He turned towards the sound, only to find everyone awake, staring at him with what looked like ravenous hunger in their eyes.

Nobody has the heart to tell him they collectively came in the milk jug and put it back in the fridge.

Fuck.

They're fucked.

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What makes them even worse human beings is that while they all feel immensely bad about literally feeding Soap their cum, they've gone too far to stop. And they like it.

Alex buys him the sweetest over-the-top coffees from a place he likes and cums in it one day because he can't fucking help himself. Johnny asks what's the special syrup in the ones he likes and Alex makes up an excuse every time.

Gaz gets him to eat his favorite brand of cereal and makes sure his jizz is thoroughly mixed in the milk before adding the cereal. He never adds the milk first, but what has to be done, is done.

Rudy reveals his cooking and baking hobbies and does not hesitate to bring Soap food infused with his cum. Rudy wants to feed Soap treats while stuffing his hole full of cum. Rudy thinks the bulge will look nice on Johnny. Full, aching, and his.

Ghost keeps it simple, offering to get a drink for Johnny and cumming in it when he gets the chance. He thinks about getting lotion at some point, putting as much cum as he can into the bottle. He’ll have to look up how it affects skin– and how he should give it to Johnny without it seeming weird. Maybe for Christmas.

Konig, the bastard, says that his homemade smoothies, milkshakes, and protein shakes will get him buff in no time. Of course, he's desperately spraying like a fucking hose down the blender to make sure it's all in there before serving cup after cup to Soap.

His sperm is a bit too strong not to notice the taste.

Roach takes one long, good look at the huge cinnamon bun he covered in frosting and cum before sighing. Luckily, or unluckily, for him, as he is about to throw the plate away, Soap waltzes in and gasps in terror. And he can’t– he fucking can’t because Johnny gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes and makes a grabbing motion with his hands. His smile tightens and he relinquishes hold over the cinnamon bun and watches Johnny dig in with a hunger so great he finishes it in less than a minute. What Roach wouldn’t give to have Johnny on a leash, whining as the Scot takes his cock, whenever he wants to.

“Good boy.”

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Surprisingly, and despite his recent escapade, Roach is the one to bring up the issue. After week 15 that is, and of course, after everyone has had their fair share of feeding Soap their cum. He saw Horangi take Johnny out to breakfast earlier, then Alejandro giving him lunch. The day before that Graves went out for drinks. With Johnny. Alone. Sneaky bastard.

Roach nods but is quicker and sets himself firmly in between Price and the door. "Captain, with all due respect, we have to stop doing this. It's-"

Price raises an eyebrow, "Wrong? Yeah, I feel horrible about it, now move so I can get this to Johnny before it starts to cool."

Roach feels his eye twitch. The old bastard isn't sorry at all!

Yes, Roach tried to shut it down, but ultimately failed and gave into his own desires.

But at least he tried.

Mission failed, we'll get 'em next time.

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ketchup-monthly · 2 years

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Lanternfam’s favorite scary/Halloween movies:

with help by the lovely @space-specs

Hal- Rocky Horror Picture Show (he has a Dr Frank-N-Furter costume somewhere in his closet that he plans to wear for some League Halloween party)(specs and i are hardcore projecting genderfluid Hal hcs onto this)(he also knows how to dance the Time Warp)

Guy- Halloween (he is mad about the reboot and how the lighting has made the movie kinda worse. like he has no problem with the fact that they're making the new movie, and he isn't into how movies are really directed in any way, but even he is mad about the lighting)

John- Beetlejuice (it's a classic and Michael Keaton and the rest of the all-star cast do so well in it. he is also a fan of the musical)

Kyle- Coraline (the art style is so good and he definitely was terrified of it until he watched it and then he was fine with it. he definitely uses it to scare the senior lanterns tho)(dude it fucked me up. he'd be all over that -ketchup)

Jess- Casper (she liked it as a kid because it was about a connection that she wanted when she was younger that she didn't really have. plus it's a really sweet movie)(note: neither of us have seen it)

Simon- Paranorman (it's a good movie about seeing the truth of people, more than just what you see on the outside or in your expectations about them. and the art style is really unique and good and yeah. vibes, man)

Jo- Train to Busan (it's got a lot of complex messages in it and yeah. zombie apocalypse movies scary)

Keli- Texas Chainsaw Massacre (it fits. no i will not elaborate. -ketchup)

Alan- Young Frankenstein ("it has Gene Wilder in it, and gay people like Gene Wilder, right? i mean, i'm gay, and i like Gene Wilder. Gene Wilder is for the gays and i said so" -specs)(let the record state that ketchup also loves this movie and also really freaking loves Alan Scott and approves wholeheartedly)

Carol- Hocus Pocus (she dressed up as one of the Sanderson Sisters for Halloween last year)("she is a Sanderson sisters fan, and i mean in the bisexual way" -specs)

Kilowog- Little Shop of Horrors (he would get a kick out of the giant man-eating plant and the protagonist just being a little guy(tm))(plus the songs are really catchy and when Hal and Guy showed it to him, both of them were singing and quoting along, so its a movie that holds a special place in his heart)

Razer- Addams Family Values (he appreciates Wednesday's homicidal tendencies a lot. also his family is a little kooky, and the Addams family is a little kooky and crazy and he likes it)("...so basically, what i’m saying, is that Razer is a Wednesday Addams kinnie" -specs)

Thaal- The Blair Witch Project (he fell victim to its trappings and he thinks that it's real. he keeps trying to convince Hal to go ghost hunting with him. Hal keeps refusing and telling him that ghosts probably don't exist but Thaal refuses to listen.)

B'dg- Over The Hedge (the Verminator is scary.)

Helen- Halloweentown ("its the closest Disney gets to weirdgirl-core, and that’s her vibe" -specs)("yes Helen is not a lantern but she IS in the lanternfam and deserves to be. fite me" -ketchup)

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cool-island-songs · 2 years

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DO KYLE :333 for the ask game ;3333

Thanks for the ask, Rooster! :333

Sexuality Headcanon:

Open to anything. It's really dependent on the story/context for me, but I definitely saw him as 100% gay back in the day. I'm more open to bi Kyle now and also like the thought of him being a late bloomer or questioning things into young adulthood

Gender Headcanon:

Ok but fr usually cis. Trans masc Kyle is also interesting. I'm not rigid about any of this stuff tbh. No sexuality or gender hc is OOC to me in itself. I just like to be sold on characterizations, personally

A ship I have with said character:

Back in the day I was hugely into style, k2, and kystophe and I still like these though idk when the last time I read kystophe was (writing some rn though!)

These days, I'm mainly thinking about style, k2, and twyle dynamics but open to a lot of things

A BROTP I have with said character:

Not to be real boring but he comes with a built-in crew—da main 4! Occasionally estranged super best friend, bro he sometimes dgaf about, loathed frenemy. They're all there! Particularly interested in K2 atm, both ship- and BROTP-wise

A NOTP I have with said character:

I don't really NOTP anymore but I have specific conceptions of certain dynamics and then some I just don't think about

A random headcanon:

OCD and scrupulosity OCD in particular - Kyle's the most neurotic to me after Tweek

General Opinion over said character:

I never know wtf people are talking about when they do Kyle discourse. Fundamentally uninterested in the question of if Kyle good or bad. Kyle regularly enters situations wanting to be good and righteous, and yet he often does bad things (see also: virtue ethics). In my view, this is the defining function of his character on the show, so treating it like a binary when the cartoon's regular starting point already has more nuance than that is a step backwards

Kyle was my second fave after Tweek back in the day—projected onto him hardcore, identified with his desire to do the right thing, and the struggle that comes with determining what that is and carrying it out. I don't understand when I see him deified and his faults elided because I think his flaws and failures are super interesting, relatable, human

No one is required to view him the way I do, though, and I always hope people are having fun and expending their energies in fulfilling ways in fandom. Would be downright evil to hassle people with different viewpoints! Especially when hearing different interpretations and headcanons can be so fun and stimulate creativity. It helps when people can stay respectful and self-aware that we are all ultimately working with our own subjective interpretations of fiction, all projecting and relating in our own unique ways

Because I'm tired of the same old discourses, here are my proposals for alternate Kyle discourses:

Kyle's actions having any lingering impact on geopolitics re: Cuba, Canada, the Israeli/Palestinian conflict

Kyle's ongoing health issues re: hemorrhoids, transplanted kidney, diabetes, does he have the human centipad scars i must know

Kyle's relationship with Kenny after he tells his mom he doesn't give a crap about Kenny, then proposes rounding poor people up into camps and exterminating them. Are they good???

Cucking?

#ask game #kyle broflovski #roostertuftart

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glitterge1pen · 2 years

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Bloody Books

Jason Todd x reader, sfw, fluff?, lots of bar talk, word count 4,339

Generally Jason's rule of thumb was “don't listen to Tim,” so sitting in a bar with his younger brother of his own volition took an exceptional amount of pride to be pushed aside.

Asking Bruce or Alfred didn't seem right. Dick, Roy and Kyle, would just tell him to have more confidence, or something along those lines. Damian was of course out of the question entirely. And telling Duke about his predicament would be easiest, but Jason wasn't sure he’d be able to handle the disappointment if Duke didn't like his work. Which left Tim. Because of their nocturnal schedules meeting places with beverages were limited Tim's favorite twenty four hour cafe, or the bar. Jason choose the bar.

“Isn't this usually reserved for an editor?”

Tim asked, flipping the stapled packet of paper in his hands.

“Yes but,” Jason hadn't planned this far, what was he going to tell Tim exactly? “I can't show it to them yet”

Tim started to scan the pages as he flipped through them, reading in tiny bits. Then he gasped, a joyous smile overtaking his face.

“No way! You wrote this?”

“Yeah? So what?”

Jason tried to ease his defensiveness.

“I can see the articles so clearly, ‘elusive author Peter Redd ventures into a new genre’”

Tim dissolves into a few giggles before stifling himself as he takes in Jason.

“You’re serious about this, huh?”

Jason can only nod. Tim sighs.

“Fine. I’ll read it, give you some feedback, but for now,” Tim clinks their glasses together, “Lets have some fun,”

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You had woken up Jason from hangovers many times. You often teased him that it was the most stereotypical thing he did as a writer. Waking up Jason from a hangover with Tim? That was new. You had banged on Jason's apartment door for several minutes before he unlocked it for you, not bothering to open it himself.

“What do we have here?”

You said upon entering and seeing Tim on the couch, a pillow over his head. Tim lazily lifted his head and flopped back down when he registered it was you.

“He just needed a place to crash,”

Jason said entering the kitchen, popping open the fridge.

“Yeah and I’m sure getting shit faced has nothing to do with that,”

You said, a sly smile on your lips. Jason did not deny this claim. The boys were still in their clothes from the day before, the apartment was rank with booze and sweat, and they weren't bickering. Sure signs of a deadly hangover.

“What was the occasion?”

You ask while sliding onto one of the bar stools Jason has next to the kitchen island. Tim from his position on the couch mumbles something that you don't catch and Jason is quick to tell him to shut up.

“We were just hanging out,”

Jason says, butter and bread in hand as he gets ready to make toast. You hum in a skeptic tone. Not that Jason and Tim didn't hang out, or that it was weird, they were brothers after all, but they had a different set of activities. Tim came over for video game tournaments, when he got in a fight with their dad, to steal leftovers from the fridge, not to get drunk. Now that you thought about it you had only seen Tim drink on a few occasions.

But you dropped the subject because you had bigger concerns.

“You know why I’m here though,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I promise I have something,”

As Jason’s editor you worked with him a lot. With past projects Jaosn was pretty good about updating you, sending you drafts to revise. He was also good at taking your criticism. He listened to your reasoning when you wanted to cut a chapter, when you wanted more dialogue in certain parts, and each mark on his manuscript that you made was appreciated. For the past three months he had given you nothing. Absolutely nothing. The publishing house was at your throat just about every day asking about Jason.

“Are you kidding? You have a whole-”

Tim was cut off by Jason loudly slamming the fridge shut.

“I will send you what I have later,”

“How much later?”

“Later,”

Tim, up and groggy, took the stool next to you.

“I think by later he actually means not soon at all,”

Tim had finally gotten the hint that Jason really really really did not want you to see this latest manuscript of his. Tim couldn't wait to find out why. They all had lives outside of their careers as vigilantes and heroes. Lately Tim had been thinking of his time in the Robin costume as like a really fucked up after school sports team. Outside of the cape Tim breezed through online college, played video games, and stayed up late making silly websites. Jason wrote.

Jason had always liked to read and write but it wasn't until a serious injury that left him bed ridden did he ever put something cohesive together. And it took a lot of convincing from Duke to get him to submit his first manuscript to a publishing house but he had. Under the pen name Peter Redd, Jason had released three books. His last one had broke onto the New York Times Best Sellers list and what was once a simple faucet of his life was becoming more complicated.

He did not host book signings, go to online author conferences, have any social media under the name Peter Redd, he didn't even have a picture of himself on the book jacket. According to several GoodReads reviews he had “an elusive quality like some classic authors” which was a reputation he liked.

It was a reputation that you liked as well. As Jason's editor he had written your name into the acknowledgements section of his books, people flocked to your socials to ask about Jason but you never revealed anything. It was fun to know a man that others thought was mysterious but who to you was the man who asked for double pepperoni on pizza and took out his trash several days late.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it,”

Jason said as he set his two pieces of toast on the counter, he could only let out a disgruntled sigh as you and Tim each took a slice.

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You left Tim and Jason to return to your office. You shared the space with others from the publishing house, Bloody Books, and with each step closer to your desk the little yarn ball of anxiety in you grew. You needed to think of something to say to your supervisor about Jason. There was only so many excuses you could make. Often you reminded your team that Jason was the best selling author that Bloody Books had. But there was a hierarchy and deadlines and people asking when the next Peter Redd book was going to be on the shelves.

You were sure that something else was taking up Jasons time. Lately your late night meet ups with him had dwindled. You didn't spot him at his favorite bar. Just last week he had rejected to come out with you to the bookshops, he had never done that before. You wondered if it was a girl, a boy, maybe he had a dying twin sister he was too sad to tell you about, or maybe he was just tired.

Had something changed between the two of you? Were you just over thinking?

Technically you and Jason were colleagues, coworkers, but it had not stayed that way for long between you. He had been stubborn and nasty when you were brought on as his editor. It wasn't until you snapped at him in anger that he took any sort of liking to you. He had been terrible to email or call or text or even speak to in person. He seemed awfully bitter that he had to work with you at all.

He apologized later on and it was then that you realized he was definitely one of the hard on the outside, soft on the inside type of people. Then again the inside wasn't particularly soft either. When his most recent book broke onto the bestseller list you had rushed to his apartment to tell him the news in person, you expected maybe a joyous hug or high five at least but Jason simply did not believe you until looking it up himself. Later you two went bar hopping, sharing the news loudly and with vigor to each bar you went. But that night ended with you face planting on the stupid cobblestone outside a bar.

He didn't ever swoop you up into his arms, or trace the skin behind your ear, but he did things that made you feel that way. You weren't sure when it had started but sometime within the last several years of working with him there were little instances between you two that drove you crazy.

For your last birthday he had sent flowers to the office and left an edition of your favorite book on your desk. When you complained about the stove at your place breaking, he came over immediately to fix it himself. He never let you pick up a tab or pay for a meal. He made sure you felt welcome in his apartment and tossed blankets over you when you passed out over your laptop. And he would scold you when you stole french fries from his plate at the diner around the block from his apartment, but he actually liked your fingers stealing from him.

You open the door to Bloody Books, wave to Sabrina the receptionist and hid your face from the door of your supervisor's office. Four desks, arranged in a square, was where you sat with the other editors. None of whom were in at the moment so you didn't feel bad about taking up a little extra space, pushing your notebook out all the way to the side. Bloody Books had several main focuses, horror and thriller novels for middle grade fiction all the way to adult fiction. There was also several lines of young adult and adult romance books that featured vampires, werewolves, evil fairies and things of that nature.

You also edited some of the romance novels. It was a nice balance between them and Jason's books. Jason wrote sprawling long thrillers with mysteries, unexpected turns, hints of the supernatural and according to some, were too gory. In several instances you would circle facts, tidbits of Jason's writing that you thought needed to be fact checked, but every time his descriptions would prove correct. He accurately described what it was like to kill someone by taking their arm off with a circular saw, even knew the names of the tendons.

Lots of descriptions like this plagued his writing and when you asked why he gave a simple answer. He had knocked on the door to your place. It was well past midnight, you were taking a final glance through your email inbox. A light drizzle did not deter either of you from taking a stroll to the park. You had to actively stop yourself from looking at the way strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

You two had been sitting together on a park bench. Talking about recent releases and you differing opinions on a particularly gruesome scene from a new crime novel. Jason opposed it and when you reasoned that his own work had similar bloody scenes he feigned hurt.

“Are you kidding! I'd never write something so, so, hacky,”

“You write the same kind of stuff!”

You say with a smile, and he drags his cigarette angrily, blowing the air into your face as you shove him away.

“But I write it right, I have the experience,”

Jason says this with the same carefree grin he always had on during your late night rendezvous. You stared at him in the rain, unsure how to ask him what experience meant. Jason, had decided to ignore his slip up and continue with the conversation. Later when he got home he would flop onto his couch, scream into a throw pillow. He was not supposed to feel that comfortable with you.

You would not think of this moment again until now at your desk. As you tried to find a reason as to why Jason had been so distant with you lately.

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Tim split his time between Titans Tower, the Wayne Manor, and just about anywhere else he pleased. He was like an ally cat in that sense. Tonight he was in the cave leafing through the pages of Jason's latest piece of writing. Him and Dick had run into each other on two separate cases that they now knew were linked so for the past week they'd been meeting at the cave to work on different leads. But Tim had fried his brain looking over suspect files and was now taking a break.

He was reading about the two characters in Jason's book and he recognized the influence of the other Bloody Books authors. Jason must have been reading up on his comrades romance books, Tim knew this because he had as well. Jason had not told anyone but Duke about his escapades into publishing but Tim had seen the name “Peter Redd” and the book title “Gasoline, Birds, and The Holy Matrimony Of The Murder Brothers” he knew it was his own brother who wrote it.

While Tim was reading his frist novel he began to understand it was semi-autobiographical. Tim himself even made an appearance and his eyes watered at the kind, funny, sarcastic descriptions his brother had given him. While not everything was exactly the same, the murder brothers were obvious to Tim to be his own stitched together family. Several stories of their past chopped and sewn together into the book.

So Tim was only half surprised when he began to recognize descriptions of you. You were the protagonist of the book. The plot centered around a heist, you were hired by your main love interest to help curb the supernatural trials on the journey. You were like a magic encyclopedia but had no real magic of your own. At first Tim was rooting for you for this vampire love interest of yours. He had hired you to help steal back a family heirloom of his. But your character was apprehensive to him, you were skeptical of magic and its creatures. It made for a good push and pull between you and the vampire. Right before the second half of the book the second love interest enters and Tim doesn't realize it for fifty seven pages but the second love interest is Jason.

Tim is devouring the pages, and undecided between the two love interests. Your character is entering the lake of a sieren, you need to retrieve water from the nest of the sieren to ward off a spell and all of the sudden the pages are ripped from his hands.

“What's this? You and that big head of yours figure something out?”

Dick’s words follow with the crunching sound of an apple. Tim sputters, reaching out for the papers but Dick had already walked away.

“Wait, seriously what is this?”

Tim’s head hangs in defeat. The one time Jason confides in him and he has to blow the lid on it.

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The town home across the street from yours had a fire escape that lead all the way to the roof. It was here where Jason would scale the building, shed his Red Hood attire into a backpack and debated. He went out just about every night, either to drink, write, or of course hunt down bad guys. But almost every night he had to debate if he should knock on your door.

He could pinpoint the exact moment that simply seeing you had become an internal struggle. Before, what he had dubbed the incident, he went over to see you all the time. At any moment he thought of you he went. You signaled and pulled him in his own mind. You neve seemed to mind his strange hours because you yourself kept strange hours. Which made it so much easier for him to fall into that twisted trap.

The incident was rather simple. The bar had closed but neither of you were ready to go home. You sat on the curb shoulder to shoulder. A particularly bad poetry book had just been released by a rival small press and the two of you were enjoying tearing it apart. You were reading cheesy cliche lines back and forth, in varying voices. He nailed an impression of Bart Simpson that had you hunched over from laughing.

“This stuff is so cheap,”

Jason said skimming through the little book once more.

“Poetry is hard to nail, its hard to write, you have to at least give them props for trying,”

“But its a shitty try,”

“Then you try,”

You say with a smug smile and it is here that Jason is frozen on the concrete because he realizes how close you two are. How the soft orange glow of the streetlight caresses every feature on your face and as he’s trying to formulate a poem all he can think about is you. He stutters there and you laugh again, he feels your breath over his face, boozy warm breath.

“See you can't think of anything!”

Jason snaps away from the memory your voice faint in his head as he takes one last look at your apartment before scaling down the fire escape. He was about to cross the street when the special pager Bruce had designed for him started to go off. He looked at icon flashing across the tiny screen to see the blue emblem of Nightwing. He took out the pager and pressed on the little receiver button. Dicks voice came through like a radio DJ’s, distant but still clear.

“Look who it is!”

“What do you want?”

“Me? Well I’m just with Tim here,” and Jason knows before Dick has finished speaking that he knows. He huffs, slips on his jacket and turns away from your home. You watch him. You had gone to make sure the door was locked before bed only to spot Jason making his way towards your house. Disappointed, you watch as his figure fades away in the night. You try to imagine what could be pulling him away.

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“I can not belive!”

“I know,”

“I asked you to do one thing!”

“He stole it from me!”

Tim points to Dick and his younger brothers try to swipe at the manuscript he had begun reading again. But Dick evades them swiftly.

“Is Tim your new editor?”

Dick asks genuinely interested.

“No!”

Both Tim and Dick stop in their actions, share a glance at each other and then at Jason, who is refusing to face them now. Tim hadn't seen Jason this riled up in a while and was unsure of how to proceed, so he was thankful when Dick took the lead.

“This is nothing to be embarrassed about! This is like really good, its engaging, and it still has your signature fast thriller pace, it makes for good tension in the relationship,”

As Dick is talking Jason feels a touch of relief. His brother thinks he is embarrassed about writing romance, not about writing a romance novel about you and himself. He leans back on the big desk, head still looking down at his feet. He sighed. If he didnt rip the bandaid now it would only get worse.

“You fucking idiot,”

Dick stops in his ramblings about Jason’s writing to listen. Tim is still perched on one of the rolling desk chairs, happily awaiting Jason’s inevitable outburst of emotion. Tim knew his brother, and his brother's temperament was similar to a shaken soda can.

“I don't care that it's a romance book, its that its about, it's about someone,”

“Two someones,”

Tim adds in, holding up his fingers.

“What?” Dick asks and as the words come out it clicks for him. “Oh my god…you wrote….about you?”

“The main character is his editor,”

Tim said each word through a smirk.

“You’re in love with your editor? That makes way more sense,”

Dick says as he starts flipping through the pages again, this time Jason is successful in snatching it back.

“Who’s the vampire?”

Tim asks, hoping he can get it out of Jason.

“It’s their neighbor,”

Jason thought back to the first time you had mentioned your neighbor Jeriamiah. It was before the incident, the problem was that after the incident Jason could not help the pang of jealousy that jabbed at his heart. You had said excitedly that Jeriamiah had come right up to you when you got home. At the time Jason thought nothing of it, even when you called him cute. Now his insides felt like a cup of gelatin being stabbed with a syringe every time he heard the name.

Jeremiah didn't always seem into you though. He would want to come over, then he wouldn't. You brought him food sometimes. But no matter what you did Jerimah did not seem to return this interest to you, despite this you did not stop chasing him. Or talking about how cute he was.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Jason does not know how to answer Tim because he all the sudden feels very stupid. He could do something about it? He is not sure why this had not occurred to him until now.

“Where do you think I should start?”

“You should start with this,”

Dick takes back the manuscript just to smack on the desk. God, Jason hated it when they were right.

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You're intent on keeping your eyes on your computer screen, you had been assigned to take notes during the morning meeting and wanted to finish it before you took your lunch. So you didn't pay attention to the caller id and were a bit shocked to hear Jason’s voice on the line.

“Jason?”

“Yeah, listen I want to talk to you,”

“I do to,”

“Can you meet me for lunch,”

“Yes, but I need to tell you this now,”

Jason feels his chest tighten, unsure of what you could possibly say to him. Your tone was somewhere between desperate and apologetic.

“If I don't say this now I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it out later. I want you to know though, that you don't have to work with me,”

“What?”

But you ignore him and keep talking.

“If me being your editor is what's holding you back from writing right now, then I won't be hurt if you need to work with someone else. We’ve been talking and hanging out less and less lately and I just want you to know that if you need more space from thats okay,”

Oh. He had unintentionally hurt you. His mouth can't seem to choose which words he needs to form first. 'Sorry', or 'I have something you need to look at', or 'I didn't know I was distant'. He settles on calling himself a fucking idiot.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m a fucking idiot. I didn't realize I was kinda avoiding you. But that's why I wanted to talk so come meet me?”

Thirty minutes later you're swinging open the door to the diner you and Jason frequent. The bell above the door rings and Jason looks up at you. You see that he has already ordered your favorite drink for you. You slide in the booth and the gasps that leaves you is loud enough to have the line cooks peek out over the partition to try to see what's happening.

Jason has put a manila envelope onto the table. You know what it is immediately. A manuscript.

“And just how long have you been hiding this?”

Your hands are already grabbing for it but Jason places his hand on yours stopping you. You look up at him quizzically.

“Hold up,”

You can not tell what he’s thinking at all. His face is almost comically expressionless.

“You are really important to me, and I care about you alot, and I've done a lot of stupid things,”

You don't move, only widen your eyes.

“Actually only two things but still stupid. First, I’m incredibly jealous of Jeremiah,”

Now that he had admitted this out loud to you he felt a ripple of relief spread across him. Actually talking to you was quite easy, just like it always was. But what hurt was the outrageous amount of laughter you managed to let.

“Jeremiah?”

“Yes! Are you kidding? You're practically in love with the guy!”

“He’s not a guy! He is a cat!”

Jason’s face gets hot and red and he is trying to stop the hot sticky feeling from spreading over all of him but he can't help it.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You said he was your neighbor?”

“I mean he's my neighbors cat,”

“Thats different, that's so different, this is worse, this is worse than the worst possible outcome,”

“No, no,” you say trying to catch your breath and stifle the last bit of giggle, “I like it,”

Your words are like ice packs being pressed to Jason's burning skin. Neither of you can properly look at each other now but you are silently praising yourself for managing to be so bold.

“So I bet you’ll like this then,”

Jason now slides over the packet to you. Several hours later you will stretch out over your couch to read a book about you. About Jason Todd. And your neighbors cat.

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A/N; Surprisingly I've never done something Jason centric before but he makes his appearance in my Duke centric fic over on ao3. He’s definitely a little more fluffy in this version but hope I did him a little justice. Also like usual I did not know how to end this :p

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #gender neutral reader #dc comics #thanks for sending a request in!#Jason was my fav robin for a while way back in the day #every robin was my fav robin at some point lol

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two weeks later and i'm still blindingly angry over all of this and it feels so unbelievably stupid to be This Upset about a television show about aliens that's on the god damned CW network but here i am!!!!

venting below the cut bc i need to get this shit out of my brain

this season has been so frustrating and seeing all of the "oh, but the hand holding scene was nice!" and the "i'm glad they finally mentioned the song!" reactions have just grated on me so much because for me it just wasn't remotely good enough. i know people want to talk about the stuff that makes them happy and not get bogged down in the bullshit, but i'm tired of having to find the silver lining, of having to give them the benefit of the doubt, of doing these mental gymnastics to put a positive spin of "well at least we got this."

compared to the previous seasons, the version of malex that we got in s3 feels entirely soulless to me.

like, we start with these characters having been apart for a year, and they don't even get a real reunion. max and liz get this whole extended Only People In the Universe moment outside the crashdown where it's all about the emotional impact of seeing each other again after so long while still harboring all these unresolved feelings for each other. the night we motherfucking met is playing. but malex get this stupid 'watch you make out with your non-boyfriend from afar' scene, and then they never talk about it! it's never addressed! what is that??? you set up this angsty moment to get vlamis to cry on camera but you didn't think it was important for the characters to follow up on that emotion at some point??

we never even find out what was happening in that year they spent apart. we get this vague explanation of alex 'handling' project shepherd, but we never find out what that means. what it actually means is that the writers were bored with it and had no idea what to do with it after making the Worst Possible Decision to kill jesse off in the s2 finale in the Dumbest Fucking Way, so they just fucking wrote it out. but they didn't take into consideration that a FULL YEAR is a long time to be working on DISMANTLING A SECRET DISBANDED GOVERNMENT OPERATION TO KIDNAP, IMPRISON, TORTURE, AND EXPERIMENT ON ALIEN LIFE FORMS. what the FUCK was alex doing??? how the fuck big was project shepherd?? and why was kyle not involved???

so alex is off doing whatever he's doing, and michael is in roswell, apparently learning to deflect questions in the mindscape and just waiting for alex to come back. have they spoken since michael left in the middle of the song? unknown. does he know that alex has apparently had this casual relationship with forrest going for the last year? apparently not!!!! so michael and alex presumably haven't spoken in a year, but michael has decided that the time is Now and that's just all there is to it. reason is not important.

so in the aftermath of The Non-Reunion michael gets to be the Sad Boy again but alex is also a Slightly Sad Boy now, and then we get the actual reunion three goddamn days later. and tbh i don't like how tyler and vlamis played the drive-in scene. it was too hostile and aggravated for a reunion scene. and tbh it wasn't written as a reunion because the writers couldn't be bothered to dedicate a scene to their relationship that clarified where they stood with each other like echo got. instead we got michael's trauma being dumped onto alex again and alex being ridiculously harsh about it in return, and we're supposed to say thank you because of the Supreme Character Growth that they didn't just immediately tell each other to fuck off and die. which tbh they probably SHOULD have been telling each other to fuck off because they hadn't spoken in a year and they were both being shitty.

and then we wait another few episodes and they're fighting again and there's even more of the same miscommunication that comes off as unbelievably cruel, and then we end on this cliffhanger note of michael being right outside the building where alex is being held at gunpoint, and it all amounts to nothing. they go their separate ways again without speaking.

and then they finally do work together, and michael's like FUCK YOU, YOU LIAR and alex is like everything i have done i have done for you [eyebrow wiggle] and i'm just supposed to be like yeah! yeah that random flirtatious energy fucking tracks! who gives a shit about the fact that season two ended with alex singing a love song dedicated to michael in a crowded bar and michael walked out in the middle and alex took that as signalling that whatever relationship they had was over and started making out with someone else in public and didn't speak to michael for a year! who cares that michael spent a year apparently believing that he and alex were going to be getting back together and had no idea that alex was actually dating forrest! who cares that these characters weren't remotely on the same page when we left them and weren't remotely on the same page when we picked them back up and we didn't remotely see them getting on the same page during the season! they're there!

and then not only are we suddenly getting this version of alex that is supremely confident in the direction of his relationship with michael, but we get alex saying "i'm doing what i'm doing because i'm doing it for our future" and michael just fucking stares at him. no fucking reaction. idk what vlamis was going for there, but it was flat as fuck. this is the first time all season - IN EPISODE MOTHERFUCKING EIGHT - that michael has had any clear indication that alex still wants to be with him. and there's NO REACTION.

so we romanticize alex's military service a little, hit a man with a truck, and we're back to making out! whoohoo! that really makes all of the shit from seasons one and two totally worth it! it's not like their issues have always been deeply rooted in communication and shared trauma and i was waiting for them to talk to each other about literally any of the things that have kept them apart for a decade! alex grabbed michael's hand and promised to tell him about a useless alien artifact! that's basically the same thing!

so now they're back together and alex works on the machine and almost dies and michael swoops in with the 'i've always got you!' and that's a nice line but it ultimately means nothing. that's not a thing for them because they're almost never around at the same time for michael to have to save alex from anything. there was the kidnapping (which was majorly fumbled) and this lockheart machine thing. that's it. 'always' my ass. again, all flash, no substance. and it doesn't even come back in the end! we don't even have alex in danger by the end of the season to say, see, he did save him again! haha! that's fun!

and now it's like 'oh look they have breakfast at alex's house!' okay, fine. 'oh look they have a talk in michael's bunker!' okay, fine. 'oh look they have a talk in alex's house.' OKAY FINE. but it's taken ten episodes in this season and they're barely saying anything real to each other. alex tells michael not to be afraid of his past, which is either hilariously un-self-aware or intentionally using himself as a reference point (neither being made implicit or explicit by the dialogue!) like, okay, fun role reversal, but this isn't the catharsis i've been waiting for from them. this may be surprising, but i haven't actually been waiting two and two-thirds seasons for michael and alex to unpack michael's secret biological parentage. and the show can't decide where michael's self-worth issues come from: is it from his time in foster care? is it because of his newly discovered parentage? is it because of the secret alien ability he's apparently had since he was eighteen but never mentioned and/or used? so i don't even know how to unpack all of that and/or how it has affected his relationship with alex because they keep saying "it's this. but he's working through this now <3. actually it's this, but he's working through this now <3. actually, we lied, it's actually this, which he's been hiding for a decade and is working through now <3."

and the conversation on the couch is nothing. it's just nothing. at the time, it was like, oh, great, they're saying things to each other! but i look at what they're actually saying, and it's fucking NOTHING.

first we get this weird "my actual family" line that throws me because michael and alex actually HAD a whole exchange about family in 1x12 that we have still not touched on again. so it's fine that they're trying to say that alex helped him find his tried, but it's careless and sloppy to word it in a way that makes me go, wait, what? alex stood in a building that was about to blow up and said michael was his family, and michael has never talked about that again, and now we're going to talk about dallas being his real family? not even max at least?

and the rest of the conversation is just more nothing.

michael says what amounts to "hey, last season sucked for us! felt bad, scoob! this version (which has not actually amounted to a whole lot thus far) feels better (for reasons we cannot and will not put into words). but it's also * ~ * ~ C O S M I C ~ * ~ * lest anyone think we're forgetting our motif.'

also they lean really heavily on this "we're not the same kids we were in high school" narrative, and i think it's weird because the problem wasn't really with those kids. those are the kids that fell in love. those are the kids that saw each other suffering and offered each other kindness even though the world had doled out an endless supply of cruelty to each of them. and yeah, they got fucked up at the end and made bad choices and didn't know how to cope, but i still think the phrasing was doing a lot less than they thought.

and then michael calls back to the song like that was a moment they would both be thinking of fondly and not like alex should be like "oh, you remember that? because you kinda WALKED OUT IN THE MIDDLE AND WE NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT" and then he does the hated full name direct address that haunts my nightmares.

(and this is a stupid thing because i like the kiss just fine but it's also filmed so strangely??? like the whole scene is this intense closeup of the two of them on the couch and just really pushed in, and then the kiss feels like they're both sitting straight on the couch and trying to turn their heads as far as they can to make out and it's like... why would you do it this way?)

and then the Scandalous S-rated eight seconds, half of which are blurry because of max. will his crimes never stop.

so the situation is currently that michael and alex are having sex on a couch while max is calling to tell them that liz, heath, and the racist sheriff nobody gives a shit about have been kidnapped. but the next time we see michael, he is at a tactical strategy planning session with EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS LITERAL WAR VETERAN BOYFRIEND. and there's no mention of alex, despite the fact that michael must have been with alex when he found out. alex just POOF disappears from the narrative for an episode, and then we wrap up with whatever the fuck those last two episodes were.

alex "i would burn the world down" manes doesn't go looking for michael when he's kidnapped, despite the fact that he already tracked jones once and in the very next episode isobel and rosa are like 'yeah we all use find my friends lol.' alex "i would burn the world down" manes is relegated to poking the outside of the lockheart machine with a screwdriver and giving max a pep talk during their MAYBE THIRD(???) scene together EVER while his boyfriend is bleeding out somewhere. michael 'i always got you' guerin doesn't have a single scene with alex after frantically having his stomach wound sealed up with office supplies because he's so worried that jones has gone after alex to get the lockheart machine. what the fuck is that.

and then we get more tinkering with a radio alone in the bunker because apparently it's all alex is good for. i don't know why he would innately be good at this in the first place, but apparently he's now Designated Radio Repair Guy. but this conversation at least gets closer to what i want with michael saying that he's afraid they're only getting the beginning of something. if they'd actually expanded on the fact that they've both wasted a lot of time, it would have been great!

but instead it comes back to this drama that tbh i struggled to understand the emotional weight of so late in the season. like, my problem is that i just don't understand why michael cares so much that jones is his dad. and maybe that's coming from a privileged place! but michael is thirty years old and jones is a literal supervillain and michael is like WILL I STILL LOVE MYSELF IF I HAVE TO KILL HIM (which wasn't even a thing. liz was going to kill him with The Science from The Spores from The Lab That Got Burned Down By Max or whatever.) and like... yes, you should still love yourself. you don't know this man AT ALL and he has literally murdered HUNDREDS IF NOT THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE and you are IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS AN EVIL FATHER and should GET THE POINT BY NOW. but maybe that's just me lacking empathy, idk.

then, in the crime of crimes, the i love you gets cut off! for no reason! why is this still not something they're saying to each other??

and then via the various means the teleportation that 3x12 and 3x13 regularly employ, alex is back at deep sky to tase max to save kyle but doesn't actually hitch a ride with max and kyle when they saddle up and ride out to the Big Battle. and then when literally everyone is hanging out at the bar, alex is still Off Tinkering With The Machine. and then we get this stupid fucking scene in front of the statue that AGAIN means NOTHING.

we have not unpacked michael's trauma about his hand in a meaningful way. they tore down the shed, but they haven't said two words about what happened inside. michael hasn't talked about max healing him without his consent. have they even talked about the bunker fight? i have such a headache that i honestly can't remember. but 3x13 is alex unwrapping the handana because it's time for the Beautiful Moment of walking hand in hand down an empty street with the massive specter of jesse's untarnished reputation looming over them forever. oh, sorry, i mean-- they beat him!

this is the so-called cosmic romance? this is the relationship that's being given equal weight to echo in the narrative? this is the journey i had to be patient for?

sorry but how many times do i have to kiss the ring before i can call bullshit

there was no equal treatment, no equal importance.

echo got shit this season but all of the characters were CONSTANTLY bringing it up. there is a CONSTANT awareness of the importance liz and max hold in each other's lives, and that is NOT true for michael and alex unless the character in question is a villain who is throwing the relationship back in their faces. michael and maria were constantly constantly together in group scenes, constantly being talked about by other characters. isobel and liz couldn't keep their goddamn opinions to themselves. alex and forrest kissed twice in public and went on like two or three on screen dates and had the 'we're sprawled out in bed' scene. meanwhile, we don't even know for sure which characters know that michael and alex are back together because almost every single one of their moments - romantic or otherwise - takes place totally isolated from everyone else.

so they barely have scenes, they have no real meaningful conversations about their relationship, their getting back together development is a speedrun from fighting to making out with no real emotional beats, and they don't even try to integrate their relationship into the overarching plot. why am i supposed to say thank you for any of that??

#wank for ts #michael x alex

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cellsshapedlikestars · 3 years

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So what are your thoughts on s2 of love is blind? And what are we all gonna have to do to convince you to watch too hot to handle?

ANON!

I have watched Too Hot to Handle! I watched season 1 with Chloe, aka my fave from the Circle as well. (I thought I had posts about it, but Tumblr is terrible and nothing really comes up in my searches so who knows)

As for Love is Blind, I'll put my thoughts under the cut cause it's gonna be long.

We'll start by saying I didn't watch season 1, I jumped straight into season 2 cause I NEEDED to see what was up with the guy I kept seeing all over TikTok

So my thoughts:

GENERAL SHOW STUFF:

-the pacing was wild. I did not expect the "blind" part to be less than a third of the season. The fact that a proposal happened in the first episode THREW me.

-I get why they have a show past the pods, but I sort of hated it. It felt a lot like Bachelor hometowns, which are always my least favorite episodes. And I feel like I just simply don't care about watching these people go through regular relationship drama. I don't watch reality tv for that, it's why I don't watch like... I guess 90 day fiancee is the closest?

-I disliked every couple except Iyanna & Jarrette.

(I just love them. UGH)

-the fact that actual marriage is a thing makes me very uncomfortable. They have to have some sort of cash incentive to actually get married, right? Otherwise, why wouldn't you just choose to not get married and then keep dating once the show is over?? I haven't dug into this. Like on the bachelor, they get "engaged" but at this point it's essentially agreeing to date and getting a free ring out of it.

SPECIFIC PEOPLE/COUPLES:

-again, Iyanna and Jarrette were the only ones who felt like a real couple who actually liked each other

-Mal & Sal: Sal was boring and I swear if he ever tried to sing to me I'd smash his ukelele. Also, I just don't think Mal was into him at all but felt like she should be (again, cash incentive???)

-Danielle & Nick: YIKES. I'm trying to keep an open mind because it sounds like Danielle has a lot of anxiety & depression and some traumas she didn't share on the show, but holy shit. She picked a fight in every single scene and half the time it felt like it was pulled out of thin air. Even Nick seemed baffled by half of it. And I feel bad for her cause she admits that she projects her anxiety onto others and apparently some of it was edited weird, but still. Her getting mad at him for him being like "can you and your friends not dance on & break my table" was WILD. I don't think they should have gotten married AT ALL. Maybe dated & gone to couples therapy like they are post show, but don't get married! (again, CASH INCENTIVE???)

-Shayne & Natalie: oof. Shayne scares me tbh. He seems to have some really terrible self esteem (he literally cannot handle anytime Natalie jokes around about him, even in the slightest) and he seems to have an explosive temper. We didn't see their night before the wedding fight, but we did see him when he couldn't hit a baseball and he got absolutely furious and started shitting on Sal for wearing dress shoes?? Also he gaslit Natalie pretty hard in the pods by telling her it would be "weird" if she got upset when he thought she was Shaina.

-speaking of. Shaina & Kyle: Shaina sucks. I think she agreed to the proposal because of the cash incentive I've now convinced myself exists, even though she knew they wouldn't make it and she was clearly not attracted to him. BUT I also sort of think Kyle is... I dunno, how do you say you believe in science but want to marry a woman who doesn't believe in evolution? That's who you want raising your kids?? And he just keeps pursuing her even after she straight up ditched him in Mexico. Take a hint, my dude.

-Deepti & Shake: what can be said that hasn't already been said? I think Shake was faking every single thing. I think he wanted to be on TV (and the cash incentive) and used Deepti to do it. I think his whole "she's like an aunt" rhetoric was his get out of jail free card. Deepti is a queen and her leaving him at the altar was incredible and I love her. AND SO PRETTY. not sexually attracted to her my ass. I do think Shake was so upset she dumped him first lmao

Anyway, that's all I can remember of my thoughts for right now.

#reality tv #love is blind #WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT REALITY SHOWS #someone help me

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professorchaos · 3 years

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For the ask game, Butters!!

Why I like them

most well developed kid aside from eric, SO fun to piece together continuity for, hilarious and adorable and comes with a hell of a lot of emotional weight. easy to project onto. very misunderstood (something which in this case rather baffles me, but only ever serves to make me love a character all the more)

Why I don’t

can be very ignorant, and parrots bigotry in a way which can be excruciatingly embarrassing to watch and doesn't always quite hit the mark with humour.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

pretty much every butters episode is amazing like honestly... i don't know. they're all so good! butters' very own episode is classic though

Favorite season/movie

i really love her in the seasons before her official debut as a main cast member (4 and 5). but everything until season 12 is my favourite! i also really really liked his role in the black friday trilogy. paladin butters is so so funny lol... but tbh there isn't a season i don't like butters in :D

Favorite line

torn between "i don't think i'm very happy. every night i fall asleep to the sound of my own screams, and then i always get woken up in the morning to the sound of my own screams. do you think i'm unhappy?" and "if i'm bicurious, and i'm made from god, then i think god must be a little bicurious himself!"

Favorite outfit

professor chaos you are so everything you don't even know. you are so everything

OTP

bunny is the only ship i actually really do ship romantically but it'd be like a 15-20 year long angsty slowburn <3 aside from that i like a lot of other ships with butters though! he was very cute with charlotte...

Brotp

main 5 always, especially with eric and kenny but also very intensely with stan and kyle respectively. DOUGIE (i see dougie as kinda like butters' little brother). bradley from cartman sucks. jimmy and token. craig... tweek... bahir... hell you know i just think butters should (and does) have lots of friends (: !!

Head Canon

hehe the very obvious ones that i think i make clear all the time are that butters is autistic and has ADD, and that they are transgender (specifically, something like bigender or genderfluid). i think that their identity would change a lot throughout their life, but they would always try to live authentically and with conviction... i also think they are that kid who really likes stickers and crafting (glitter gel pens and stuff EVERYWHERE), and do better in hot weather than cold (due to living the first few years of their life in hawaii and semi-regular trips out to california).

Unpopular opinion

it's kind of unpopular in itself to have butters as a favourite character but maybe even more so to love him for the repressed weird twisted little kid that he is, so... i guess my unpopular opinion is that i think you can be both angry and kind. the black and white discourse of "soft butters" vs like "bad boy butters" is very silly. you can want both a motorcycle AND a tamagotchi, guys!

A wish

please get a cute legendary card in phone destroyer and please let there be a lot more butters content in the future. no matt and trey it WASN'T enough get back in there and make that tfbw villain sequel

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

eh... i dunno. i can think of a lot of things but... that's just general south park stuff lol. don't become worse than you are as a show bc i wanna keep watching

5 words to best describe them

someone call child protective services

My nickname for them

ahh i like the leo thing you know... leopold / leo has a lot of meanings that i think he could find some symbolism in when he's older (:

#ask games #thanks for asking! this one is always difficult heh

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lovecolibri · 3 years

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I agree about M*ria feeling trapped and unsatisfied with her life and how it makes her cling to her powers and lash out, but assuming it's directed at Michael because he's supposed to be a friend is a more generous interpretation than mine. To me, it reads like it's directed at Michael specifically because he's the one person who's life was supposed to be an even bigger waste than hers. Alex doesn't work in this context any more than Liz or Kyle does. They all left Roswell and came back highly accomplished. I think M*ria's description of Michael from her POV was exactly how she saw him until they started dating, and it worked for a while because she wasn't privy to how much he's done for others. All she saw was the bar fights and him doing odd jobs at the Pony. But that POV no longer holds up after their relationship, and she has to face the fact everyone else has way more going on than her, and not even Michael is spending time with her if alcohol isn't involved. Not to mention, her closest friends are wrapped up in big romances, and she's no one's first priority. They should have dug into M*ria's feelings about the lost decade back in S1 instead of having her handwave Liz's ghosting with an offhand comment and never bring her friendships into adulthood. Now, both Liz/M*ria and Alex/M*ria feel heavily rooted in high school nostalgia (pretty much all her relationships do) on all sides without the show ever engaging with who the characters became as adults. You can't say this about Kyliz or Kylex, or any other adult dynamic. I don't know if S3 will ultimately ever explore any of this (M*ria at least owes Michael one hell of an apology) or if we'll all have to rely on personal interpretations forever, but I am giving it a few more episodes.

So for everyone else, this is in response to this post that I reblogged about how m*ria is projecting her issues onto Michael.

Nonnie, I really like your take here because yes, absolutely, this is the vibe I get, though I will say seeing Michael as a drunk who just gets into bar fights isn't relegated to m*ria as both Max and Isobel have pretty short fuses when it comes to Michael's more raucous behavior (even though they at least have most of the story and should know better), and Alex feels responsible for what happened to Michael's hand and everything changing after that because he doesn't have some key parts to the story. But Max and Alex especially both seem to want better for Michael (even if they don't go about telling him that in the best ways) because they know the kind of brilliance Michael is capable of, and Alex especially knows that softer, sweeter side to Michael. But the writing doesn't give us that with m*ria, and instead of giving us a "why are you doing this to yourself, I know you have so much more potential", we get her making (incorrect) assumptions about what kind of person Michael truly is, and we get her talking down to and about him. Compare that with Alex who yeah, he tells Michael he's wasting his life (making sure Michael knows that it's still his choice what he does, because Michael is taking into account everyone else's needs instead of his own), but is also always defending Michael to other people, reminding them he's a good person, reminding m*ria that Michael bore the weight of Isobel's sins for a decade just so she wouldn't have to, because Michael thinks his life is expendable and hers isn't. (Sidebar, please don't make me think about Michael Guerin and Evan Buckley parallels right now and how much they both need hugs.)

And then we get to the crux of why her words hit so poorly and so much different that the frustrated but borne of love words from others: "it reads like it's directed at Michael specifically because he's the one person who's life was supposed to be an even bigger waste than hers." That's it. That's the issue. She still sees Michael as nothing more than someone who sits on a barstool wasting his life away and picking fights and the more she learns about his selfless actions, about his whole ass science lab he's been running in his bunker, about all the research, and alien artifacts he's found, bought, or stolen, about how he was the one that broke through Alex's hard shell he made to protect himself, about how he worked with Kyle and Liz (both people she knows are very smart and that she highly respects) to find a way to save Max and even built him a pacemaker in a matter of hours because he's a literal genius, the more she realizes she has no idea who he is, and he, over the course of the their "relationship" never really lets her in to see these things. It's all mostly learned second hand.

"she has to face the fact everyone else has way more going on than her, and not even Michael is spending time with her if alcohol isn't involved. Not to mention, her closest friends are wrapped up in big romances, and she's no one's first priority." Exactly! Season 1 she just played oracle to Liz, giving her info about Rosa and not gonna lie, even at the end of season 1 I was still pretty sure m*ria was in the grade ahead of Liz and was Rosa's friend more than anyone else's because that's all she was around to do besides being a person-shaped obstacle to Malex in a role that could have been filled by literally any other person, male or female with the same outcome. The way they didn't allow Alex to have any negative emotions towards m*ria about that whole thing, means the fact that it was her specifically and not a rando guest star makes absolutely no difference to the way it played out. So what was even the point? Season 2 still found her not being a priority for anyone except for Michael who is obviously trying to hide from things he doesn't want to deal with, and even with that, she's not his priority in a way that works for her. Which leads into season 3 and Liz is gone, Michael has been avoiding the Pony (or wait? Has she not seen him around in awhile, or has he spent the past year sitting on a barstool doing nothing? I don't remember 🙄🙃), and Kyle is lecturing her about refusing to take basic precautions for her medical condition, but Kyle is also lecturing Max, and staying on top of things with Rosa, and keeping up with Liz, and oh yeah! Being a full time doctor. So now it comes off like she's pushing so hard to have these visions because they are making her the center of attention and without them, what does she bring to the table? Especially now that Isobel is (and apparently always has been if Jones is to be believed?) the empath.

Which leads into your next point "They should have dug into M*ria's feelings about the lost decade back in S1 instead of having her handwave Liz's ghosting with an offhand comment and never bring her friendships into adulthood. Now, both Liz/M*ria and Alex/M*ria feel heavily rooted in high school nostalgia (pretty much all her relationships do) on all sides without the show ever engaging with who the characters became as adults." This sums up the issue so well. We have seen how everyone else has grown over the past decade, but all we know about her is she bought the bar and has made some improvements and is hustling to make ends meet while caring for her mom. But those things only seem to come up when they are convenient, instead we hear more about her going to Rosa's grave, and holding on to a high school grudge against Isobel and most of her and Liz's interactions are about Rosa and the past.

Michael may put on a surface show for everyone else, but he's never stopped working on his research because he doesn't need to go to college to keep learning and hey! having a job that keeps his hands busy but his mind fairly clear is probably really helpful for him. He has a roof over his head, he has his research, and he has Isobel sometimes Max, and sometimes Alex, and he occasionally gets to both punch people being racist dicks AND needle his brother with his behavior. Michael isn't feeling "stuck" in his life, he's still actively working on all sorts of things, and when m*ria learns that he isn't this sad-sack who has it worse than her, he isn't someone she can hold her yardstick against and say "hey at least I'm better than Wyatt Long or Michael Guerin", she lashes out. And it's a shame that the show keeps pushing this more and more with her behavior, while simultaneously having NO ONE call her out on it, and try and gaslight the audience into thinking her actions aren't bad and we shouldn't hate her because look! None of the characters do! 🙄🙄🙄

I'm not ready just yet to give up on the show, but I definitely gave up on liking m*ria a long time ago and after some of the frankly ridiculous stuff we've seen in season 3 with regards to her treatment of Michael being so hostile for no reason (with still no one saying anything) and the gross way they are pushing Alex worshiping her and how they are pushing her with Straight Alex in the form of Greg, I'm not holding out a lot of hope that they will even attempt to address her behavior. 🤷‍♀️ But that's fine, I wasn't going to like her anyway after last season, so at least now I don't have put up with the show trying to pretend that anything she does now could possibly make up for her gross, manipulative behavior.

#my sweet nonnie friends #roswell nm #season 3 spoilers #anti maria deluca #anti miluca #this got long and probably a little rambling #the point is i agree #and it's not a good look on her #and how a whole team of writers could look at what happened last season and think #ya know what? the best thing to do is put her with greg and make alex talk about how much he thinks she perfect #that will definitely solve the problems we had from last season!#she should also be rude to michael because she's still upset about the breakup #i see no way this could go wrong #🙃🙃🙃

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hyperfixatinglove · 3 years

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Here's your excuse to get mad; 2, 5, 8, 11 & 12 for the rile asks?

I can't think anything to 2 & 5 cause I did already ramble about the Night Hunter theory which is massive disagreement. And him being dumb. And boring. And DL fandom is relatively small. At least for now.

8) do you even like the source your f/o comes from or do you only watch it for them & nothing else?

I did have long rant about Dyi.ng Light long time ago and it's... generic of a story. I haven't changed my opinion with time. Storywise? I don't like it. I mean I like the characters, they could have more depth in them, but its fine. But as major story beats go, I don't. I'm too idealistic for this game or this game is just victim of bad writing. Or both. I watch the story for Kyle though. Bit for Jade and Rahim too, but not nearly as much as to hear Kyle again. I don't watch Following expansion much but if I do I outright ignore both endings and pretend Everything Is Fine :)

The gameplay is awesome though. The parkour is satisfying and fun, smacking zombies is fun, the landscape of Harran is pretty & night time terrifying.

Outfits are great, though I hate how most of them are DLC and thus cost money. I don't want to think about the amount I have sunk on Kyle's outfits..

All in all, I would say DL1 is mixed bag for me. I enjoy it, but it isn't without problems.

11) do you think it’s better to have a copious amount of content for your f/o, even with the risk of finding a lot of ship art, or better to have a lot less?

I already have ship art (or at least implication of ship art in tags) AND scarce amount of content due to the fandom being small. Seems like most DL community is in Reddit or something.

But as someone who used to ship with Nero who's vastly popular and has a lot of ship art, canon or otherwise, I would say having less content is better than being upset each time I go to the tags. Sometimes I wish it could be different, but seeing as people who do provide content of Kyle seem to love him like I do... I don't want this.

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

I'm going to be pissed if the sequel doesn't say a peep about Kyle nor Harran as a whole. Yes I know in canon it's 15 years after, but they could still at least mention him. Better (or worse if he's Volatile) how about a cameo by Kyle himself? Have him quest giver! Fight alongside him! Have him be this Big Brother / Uncle figure! Just let him be alive & stay human!

Rais rambling about Kyle being this puppet of Gre falls flat as hell considering he makes the shittiest choices. Why he wouldn't shoot Kyle? Why order Tahir to kill him instead of doing it himself earlier? Why not stuck the machete on his head instead of trying to push him off the rooftop huh? Rais seems hardcore projecting onto Kyle his own possibly perceived incompetence due to his brother's death & his grief but damn Rais. He's boring also. Seen before.

#letters of love #tower runner #thank you sunny!!

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kursed-curtain · 2 years

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The academy was an absolute rollercoaster for anyone enrolled. Larry and Kyle never really looked back on it fondly, but they always recovered from any of the downsides - as long as they did it together.

-=×=-

Larry loved sparring, one of his favorite classes since he had gotten the hang of it so quickly. However, recently the old instructor had been replaced - this one seemed to hold some sort of grudge against Larry for no apparent reason. Despite the fact Larry never noticed anything wrong in his form or his movement, he still would get strangely low marks on graded duels. When he met up with Kyle to discuss grades, he was just as confused as Larry was.

That bad day or two slowly built up into a bad week. One day, the library had been closed when he had plans to research for an upcoming project. Another day, during class, any time that he raised his hand - so confidently, too - he had gotten the question wrong. Little things, slip-ups that shouldn't have mattered, started shifting his mindset.

Larry started listening in on conversations in the hallways - during the walks to classes he didn't share with Kyle. Larry knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but this was a kind of distraction from his own thoughts. Out-of-context jokes, arguments, and a lot of gossip. Occasionally, Larry swore he started hearing comments about himself. Although they were very vague, he didn't know anybody else who could be described with such ‘crafty insults’ about his misstep during sparring. He kicked himself for listening in on those people, the students he didn't know and therefore couldn't report to any authority.

It wasn't until he had flunked a test that he realized the comments had been getting to his head.

Larry sat down in the lecture hall in his same spot - next to Kyle. Larry placed his cane in the weird gap between chairs so that it wouldn’t clatter onto the ground again. He tapped Kyle on the shoulder. “Do you have-”

“A spare quill? Snacks in case the lecture gets dry?” Kyle pulled out both, ready to go.

“Oh! Thanks, Kyle.” Larry took both, then turned back to Kyle, “...but actually, I was going to ask for something else.”

“Hm?”

“Do you have any…” Larry hesitated a little, thinking the request was too obscure. “Do you have any earplugs?”

“I don’t think I have any on me. What do you need them for?” Kyle elbowed Larry playfully. “Are you planning on tuning out of today’s lecture?”

The two shared a laugh for a good minute or so. All of a sudden a loud, rhythmic clap brought the whole room to face the speaker.

“I’ll tell you afterwards,” Larry whispered.

-=×=-

Following the lecture, Kyle and Larry traveled together to their next class. The hallways were particularly less crowded in this part of the academy. That meant individual conversations were easier to pick out - a blessing and a curse. Larry overheard two people making a not-so-subtle comment about his cane that made him tense up. Larry lowered his head to try clearing his mind. Kyle nudged Larry, a face full of curiosity that noticed something was off.

Larry sighed. “There’s people talking about my cane behind my back,” he muttered.

“Well then they must get kicked out of the library real quickly, talking that loud,” Kyle mocked, which made Larry crack up. “Are they from our class? I could try ratting them out to a counselor.”

“I don’t think I know them? Honestly, I didn’t even look to see their faces.”

“Next time that happens,” Kyle rolled up his sleeves. “We’ll take them on together.”

Larry nodded, now energized with the idea that there was someone on his side. Kyle clicked his tongue, "So that's why you asked for earbuds."

"You know, it's hard to block people out."

"I get that." Kyle then had a bright idea, which lit up on his face. "I can talk with you between classes as a distraction! It's… an alternative to earplugs."

Larry was stunned by this act of kindness. "You still have to walk to your own classes on the other side of the building, though! I don't wanna be the reason you're tardy."

Kyle waved the thought off. "You think I do sprints in the morning for nothing?"

"I'm not doubting your running capability!"

The duo barely noticed that they had reached the classroom. They plopped into their seats, just in the nick of time.

Kyle nudged Larry. “Still planning on giving me that sword fighting lesson we talked about?”

“Mind if I move the date to tonight?”

“Date?”

Larry chuckled. “Oh, you know what I mean!”

#- surprise ficlet!#- I love the feeling of waking up in the morning and going #- huh im gonna write an entire story today #- and then finishing it before I have to leave? best thing ever #- I've done my research but if there is anything offensive or that I could improve please do (politely) tell me about it!#- haha hope nobody notices this entire fic was secretly me projecting...#- school can suck #- which is why I do rely on the Kyles in my life to keep me from goin fuckin feral #- shoutout to my irl friendos!#kings quest #fanfic #- I should tag my guard content #kq royal guards

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