#she doesn’t want to know because what the fuck Cassie??? but also she NEEDS to know so she can head over whatever shady place and get her

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina @ younger Cassandra: this attitude better be preparing her to lead the family business and not lead a jail gang

[gffa]

I NEED EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING FUNNY THIS WAS Diana comes to pick up Cassie from the newly formed Teen Titans team, because she never directly approved of it, and she means well, but she’s running over them way too hard and everyone’s nerves are kind of frayed right now, so of course it all breaks out into a fight. Kon’s powers are not fully under his control so he winds up accidentally heat-visioning Clark in the back, Cassie has recently developed lightning powers so she’s trying to fry Diana with them, Bart is trying to whip up a hurricane, but doesn’t get the physics quite right, Bruce is being Bruce and Tim is being Tim, so they’re fighting but really digging into the emotional wounds of it all, and Starfire is ready to just PUNCH EVERYTHING INTO THE SUN. It’s like seven pages of pure CHAOS and then they get the superhero equivalent of being sprayed with the garden hose because Nightwing showed up and is like JESUS CHRIST YOU GUYS I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND YOU’RE FIGHTING WITH EACH OTHER AND DESTROYING THE GROUNDS? He’s so disappointed in ALL of them, the Justice League should know better than to just barge in on the kids setting up their own lives like this, much less getting into a physical fight with their kids and the Teen Titans should know better than to act like children when they want to be more grown up, and I am LAUGHING MY ASS OFF THE ENTIRE TIME. Sure, it’s fun because this is why everyone looks to Dick Grayson to be a leader, because he works to actually talk to people despite that he has his own rage issues, you gotta work to overcome your temper, and I love that he respects both sides, he remembers what it was like to be a Titan trying to establish himself and the others feeling the same way, even as he also gets why the adults are worried about them. But it’s also so goddamned funny that he walks in on the top-level superheroes behaving like children in a fight with their actual children, I hope he made fun of Bruce for THREE MONTHS STRAIGHT for being involved in this and showing up like this as if he shouldn’t already fucking know this lesson backwards and forwards, because I HYENA LAUGHED MY WAY THROUGH THE ENTIRE “I’M NOT MAD, I’M JUST DISAPPOINTED IN YOU ALL” LECTURE NIGHTWING GAVE THE JUSTICE LEAGUE

[vveakfish]

do you have any thoughts about the core four whose gender(s) are basically just a trans fruit cocktail that you would like to talk about? because I would love to listen

oh boy DO I !!!

I have So Many thoughts about them Anon, so thank you for giving me an excuse to try and put it into words beyond “Damn, these bitches trans! Good for them.”

Honestly, there are so many different ways to explore these characters genders based on how you choose to interpret their life experiences, and their aesthetic changes, and their relationships with each other. I am of the belief that any of them could be trans in any direction

But, that said, I Do have particular gender headcanons for YJ that i am very fond of, so thats what I’ll be talking about today.

(Small disclaimer. I have not finished all of the comics referenced in this. I am using the information i have to inform these, but you know, i might come back to this post at some point in the future and look at it like “wow, i don’t agree with any of this anymore.” And i think thats okay.

I’m just here to have fun, and i thoroughly enjoy these little guys, and think abt them alot, so enjoy

(also if you dont want to read 4.1k words of blorbo gender analysis, or would like to avoid spoilers for Superboy (1993), Young Justice (1998) & (2019), and Red Robin (2009) in varying degrees of detail, or you just want to see what lables i assigned them, scroll down to the bottom <3))

lets get started.

Bart:

Bart's gender is the most complex, but his thought process about it is also the most simple. I think his view of gender would be very much influenced by the fact that he grew up in VR in the future like…

A body is just an avatar, do what ever the fuck you want with it.

That said, the lil guy has always given me transmasc vibes. These vibes, however, are by no means binary.

He understands that in the 21st century a lot of people do not have his sort of “throw things at the wall and see what sticks” approach to gender, so he’s okay with being put in the box of Boy™. But his gender is a lot more * hand waves vaguely *

Clothes don’t have gender in his eyes, they’re fabric you put on your body. Wear what ever you want forever!

Bart in skirts is something i have seen many people draw/talk about before, and its something i agree with wholeheartedly. He likes hair clips, and like, those loud (actually loud and visually loud) beaded bracelet type things that ravers wear. He like nail polish. He doesn’t grow facial hair, but he wouldn’t care if he did. He’s not on hormones, but he definitely considered it for the bit. “Gotta drink my boy juice” Kind of vibes.

For him gender has Nothing to do with performance, its all about comfort. About wearing what feels right, regardless of whether or not he’s adhering to expectations of masculinity.

Yes, he Will wear that god awful outfit out of the house, haters can die mad

Cassie:

Anon, I need you to understand how much i love early yj98 cass. She is everything to me — her process of coming to terms with herself, and being able to watch her start to feel at home in her own skin. It makes me absolutely feral.

lets see if i can explain why… succinctly

When we first meet her in yj98, her identity as “Wonder Girl” is this sort of amalgamation of What it Means To Be A Hero in her eyes. She has her party city blunt bob wig (Because Diana is who she looks up to), the gloves, leather jacket, goggles combo (that so clearly take inspiration from Kon).

At this point in her life Wonder Girl is not really her. Its very clearly a mask she’s putting on. which is what makes it the perfect avenue for her to explore gender expression without it having to actually be about her gender.

I think the part that specifically makes me feral though is her… we’ll call it admiration of Kon.

The girl is a self proclaimed Superboy stan + theres all the weird not-drama between Cassie and Cissie over wanting attention from Kon. (And i say Not Drama bc its like… Kon flirting with cissie (which like… have you met 90’s Kon?? he flirts with everything that moves) and Cassie being upset that he’s Not flirting with her. and cissie is just along for the ride. She’s not quite as much of a flirt as kon is, but she has her moments)

All of this to say i feel like its impossible to have a conversation about Cassie’s gender without also talking about her experiences with comphet and lesbianism.

At the beginning, Cassie sees Kon — this cocksure, conventionally attractive boy with powers that (at first glance) seem very similar to hers, and felt something about it. And, in the way of teen girls who have been told since grade school that they’re supposed to like boys, Cassie comes to the conclusion that what she feels for Kon must be romantic in nature, right?.

All of this, the jealousy over Kon and Cissie flirting, basing her costume off Superboy’s (intentionally or otherwise), the fact that she wont let her team see her without the wig and goggles at all for so much of yj98. To me it all reads as the tangled mix of undiscovered lesbianism and gender dysphoria that the poor girl simply doesn’t have the words to define yet.

So, then what IS cassie’s deal with gender???

i am so very glad you asked.

She, too, is a transmasc of the nonbinary variety.

I think her relationship to femininity is complex, and ever changing. She doesn’t feel comfortable performing femininity the way the world expects her to, but she is also part Amazon. And i think having a relationship with both Diana and Donna would greatly influence how she felt about femininity as a whole.

The Amazons are strong, their femininity isn’t about beauty, or being soft spoken — it isn’t about Men at all. On Themyscira, to be a Woman is about bravery, honor, skill, and in some ways, divinity. Getting closer with her Amazonian sisters would change her relationship to womanhood immensely.

But it still wouldn’t feel Right. She would be able to see that womanhood can be defined differently, but that wouldn’t change the connotations that womanhood had as she was growing up. She’d never be able to lean into it the way Diana or Donna do — they both grew up only having woman defined as strong and brave and confident. Their experiences are not analogous.

The baggage of growing up a girl under the patriarchy wouldn’t just… vanish because she sees that it Doesn’t have to be that way. In some ways, the knowledge that it didn’t have to be that way could make her dysphoria all that stronger (especially if she hasn’t quite deciphered that dysphoria is what she’s feeling).

but i think there would be a point where two things sharpen into focus for her.

fiirstly she has a big fat crush on cissie king-jones.

and second (which would only come AFTER realizing her feelings for cissie) is that what she feels for Kon is Not the same as what she feels for Ciss.

She didn’t want to be with Kon romantically, she just wanted his gender.

I could see her experimenting with wearing a binder, liking that she can get rid of her boobs if she isn’t feeling them that day.

She already has her short hair, and her leather jacket and jeans, and shes big and buff and strong (because she deserves to be butch!!! okay???).

I still think she would use she/her pronouns, but she wouldn’t be picky ab it (if she gets called sir while at the pizza place, she’s not going to correct them.)

But here’s the kicker — I think leaning hard into her masculinity would be EXACTLY what she needs in order to actually ENJOY expressing femininity again.

When putting on the mask that is ‘womanhood’ becomes something that she can Choose to do, rather than something that is being forced on her, it can be pleasant. Like playing dress up.

She has a new appreciation for it, especially since her friends respect her gender, and she knows at the end of the day, when she takes the makeup, the clothes, and the wig off, underneath it all she’s just her.

(Small addendum re: TT’03 Cassie’s fem phase. I have Many thoughts about this as well, and while they end up in roughly the same place, i exploring her experience with comphet and her decision to dress in a more traditionally feminine in that run is something id like to explore in another post (once i’ve actually read the run too.)

Cissie (bonus):

This one should be shorter than Cassies, mainly because my reasoning for it is much simpler.

YJ'98 (#11)

She lists all these names, all of them feminine except for Fucking Ralph. “One weird phase” she calls it.

To me, Cissie is a transgirl through and through. She has this huge list of femme names she tried on while she tried to find the one that fit best. She mentions ralph in this off handed way, as if its not important, and i think thats just her way of dismissing her deadname as something of little consequence.

(that said, i think there’s lots of fun to be had with transmasc cissie, or tried transing-her-gender and realized it wasn’t for her Cissie. But as a transfemme, tgirl cissie is So important to me <3)

Kon:

other people on here have made posts about Kon’s gender that are much more coherent than this will be, but i’m putting the words down anyway. bear with me.

Kon’s experience with identity (especially in his earlier years) is almost entirely about the external rather than the internal.

Kon has his whole life planned out for him from the moment he opens his eyes. It’s simple really — become Superman.

So you have this freshly hatched teenage boy, saving the world as Superman (not the Only one, but definitely the coolest one (Kon would argue)). All eyes on him, all the time. In some ways, performance is inseparable from who he is. From the very beginning, everything he does is on display.

He starts his life with a Name (Superman), a life path (…again, Superman), and all the confidence of a sixteen year old jock with nothing but wins under his belt. then it all gets taken away.

Turns out Clark ISNT dead, and the world doesn’t need its pint sized superman anymore now that its got the real thing.

enter Superboy

Kon’s entire identity, his whole purpose for being alive, was to step into the shoes of a dead man who is no longer dead. So where does that leave our genetically engineered test tube baby?

lost, and extremely confused.

But he’s good at using his charisma as a shield, and even better at keeping himself busy. His problems aren’t there if he doesn’t have the time to think about them, right?

and i think that’s true about his gender as well.

Similar to Cassie, his discovery and exploration of his gender feels incredibly tied to his sexuality (to me). If you’ve read sb93, you know Kon’s deal with women. He is cute & conventionally attractive & he's like superman with a fashion sense, so of course there are people fawning over him.

And he loves the attention. He likes that people want him, or that they are looking at him. The issue is he doesn’t have the life experience to realize that their reasons for paying attention to him are often very shallow, manipulative, or selfish.

He isn’t treated as a person very often. He’s a brand, a product, a tool, a weapon. He’s arm candy, he’s a photo op, he’s a headline, he’s a paycheck. And it takes him a long time to be able to tell the difference between someone Liking Him & someone Using Him.

For the longest Time, Superboy is all he is. He doesn’t have a name outside of that identity (except for the various pet names the women in his life give him (kid & pup, mainly)).

And even when Clark does give him his real name, Kon-El, its still Attatched to his identity as Superboy.

I dont think that he would really even be able to start dissecting how HE feels about his identity until he’s much older.

Part of this would come from the space to be someone else that gaining a civilian identity would give him. As Superboy, the goal has always been to stand out, to be seen, to shine like the sun.

As Conner Kent, he has to blend in. He doesnt want to draw attention to himself, or the Kents, or Clark. He has to fit in, which was never something he had to do as Kon. And i think it would kind of chafe at him — but he wouldn’t really know why.

I think he’d chalk it up to how different of an experience it is. Not being loud, having to be normal™. And so i think he’d just… continue to play the part. For a while anyway.

And like, part of being Normalest Boy Conner Kent would also involve actively un-queer coding himself for the sake of fitting into the ecosystem of Smallville High. and its like…

Young Justice, as a friend group, is SOOO queerplatonic. The lines between romantic and platonic intimacy are so blurred, and Prior to Kon’s YJ days he he was also like… living with these woman who he had complicated relationships with that also blurred the lines between platonic, romantic, and sexual (…looking at you, Knockout).

So learning where the line is when it comes to how he can acceptably interact with his civilian friends (particularly the boys) would Really open his eyes to just how close he is with Bart and Tim, and how similar his feelings for them are to his feelings for… lets say, Simon Valentine.

But i dont think That is what would actually tip the scale. I think realizing that these feelings for his friends aren’t considered ‘normal’ would make him shove them down deeper. As ‘Conner’ anyway.

from here it could go two ways, right?

Either we get Teen Titans ‘03 t-shirt Kon, who sheds his GNC 90s swag in exchange for adhering closer to traditional (read; boring) masculine gender roles.

or we get a Kon who leans Harder into his punk roots, but its a conscious choice now.

(this isn’t even digging into how he would feel once Jon comes into the picture, because while Kon cares for that boy Deeply, his feelings abt the new kiddo in the family could also be very complicated. But that’s a post for another time.)

Personally i prefer the second one.

Kon has always been a curious kid, i love the way he makes pop culture references, and how he bases his behavior off of 90’s teen tropes that he Most Definitely learned from TV. In his early days this wasn’t done in a research way necessarily, but he Did want to learn what it was like to Be a Teen™, and TV was the easiest way to figure that out.

(and, playing in the space of Kon adaptations, his love of media/pop culture, and just over all thirst for knowledge, are present both in the Reign of the Supermen Movie, and in his iteration during the n52 (which is one of the few things i personally have internalized from reading n52 Superboy/Teen Titans)).

But post gay awakening, i feel liked he’d be interested not just in behaviors, but also the context of them. Digging into punk as a subculture rather than as an aesthetic. Learning about its connections to queerness, and community, and self expression. And i think this would be extremely freeing for him. (especially if this were around the time of Jon becoming Superboy v.3, but again, not the point of this post.)

this all culminates in Kon being like yk? gender just… isnt for me. Like, it takes im a long time to get to this point, but realizing that the path that was set out for him is just one of the potential paths he can take, and while he might not know where this new path will take him, its his, that that matters.

And also like, Because his friends are who they are, he’s seen different versions of queerness, and transness, but i think it would take him a bit to see himself as someone who Isn’t Cis bc like… he doesnt have dysphoria in the traditional sense.

He’s still the beefcake he’s always been, but i think he’d start playing with makeup when he realizes it makes him feel good (he shows up the the cave one day with smudgy eye liner and Cissie is immediately like a) you look so good and b) can i Please do your makeup? (and then she does it, and he looks so pretty, and he gets these weird giddy feelings that he doesn’t realize is gender euphoria until his friends start talking abt gender euphoria)

His uniform starts to get more personalized too, like the designs where he has knee patches, and all his little belts, and stuff. maybe he starts experimenting with showing skin. bc he deserves it

(’its for maximum sun exposure!!!’ is the what he tells clark… he’s not sure if clark bought it or not)

And hey, exploring gender presentation more as Superboy might help him do the same as Conner. Cassie will take him thrifting, he’ll try of a flowy skirt or a sun dress or something and then its Over. Gender euphoria part two, electric boogagloo.

In the end, its about realizing that adhering gender roles (and truthfully, any socially imposed ‘rule’ about self expression) is something he can simply Choose not to do. And i think this freedom would be something that benefits him in his civilian life as well.

His gender is: literally what ever, man.

Tim:

Ok, here’s the thing about Tim and gender, right? I think he’s kind of just comfortable as he is. He’s good at playing the roles he needs to in what ever situation hes thrown into. ‘Robin’ and ‘Tim Drake’ (and even ‘Tim Drake-Wayne’ if you want to split hairs) might be masks he wears, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less him. if that makes sense. like…

Lets look at the differences between Bruce (or Brucie) and Batman for a second. They really are different people. Batman is who bruce is at his core, ‘bruce’ is this sort of liminal space between the cowl and his public persona, and then theres Brucie™, and well, you know how he is. These are personas that Bruce puts on.

With Tim its like he just highlights different aspects of himself when a situation requires it. (oh no, the autistic!Tim head canons are being loud today.) But like, he’s Always been masking. And i think this is something he would look at as like… getting a good grade in adapting. or something. He’s comfortable, all the roles he plays are ones he’s familiar with, and he doesn’t really question who he is outside of who he needs to be.

That is, until Caroline Hill makes an appearance.

I feel that the decision to go undercover as a woman was a wholly practical decision in the moment. It’s what the mission required, and therefore tim stepped up. Its just another mask, right? Surely this wont awaken anything in him…right?

But this is an entirely new mask. And i think it might like… shift the way he looks at/thinks about the other masks he puts on. He was able to step into a role that was very foreign to him, and it Worked. (and he felt pretty, which like… woah, thats a new feeling. and he kinda liked it? file that under ‘thoughts he doesn’t have the bandwidth to process right now.’ Bruce needs him back at the cave! its time to debreif! and he has a biology test tmrw! no time for gender scaries!!!).

I think it would take a while for him to be able to admit it to himself though. Because like… hes Not uncomfortable with his body, but he also keeps thinking about how good he felt dressed up femininely, and how he felt powerful, in a way. That putting on that mask felt just as good as putting on his domino.

Personally, i think itd be funny if instead of coming out right away, Tim doing undercover missions essentially in drag becomes a recurring thing. And i imagine some people give him a hard time. (not in a transphobic way or anything, i just mean like, teasing him fondly or what ever.) (Also, i like to imagine that when cissie Did kons makeup, bart and Tim jumped in there too bc like hey why not, and hoooooo boy, if Tims egg hadn’t cracked before then, it sure would have cracked after.)

The thing about him is, i’m not sure if he’d come to the realization himself. You know, that he would like to present femme sometimes, in a situation that has Nothing to do with a mission.

I could see Tim convincing himself that its a pointless or frivolous desire, which is Why he relegates his time presenting femme to when he can prove that it’s useful.

but i have this image in my mind, right? Of him, taking his makeup and wig off, and hes chatting with whoever is in the room with him (literally anyone else mentioned above… or Dick). And Tim’s just talking about how he wishes he could present this way in situations other than missions.

and the other person in the room is just like… i mean, you literally can.

and hes just like…. shit you’re right. i Can :0

I could probably go further into depth abt this, but i think this just frees him to start playing with gender more as Tim. and start to recognize when he’s feeling more masculine, more feminine, or somewhere in between.

His gender isn’t consistent, its this thing he’s constantly listening to, and trying to understand. but in the mean time, he can paint his face, and wear pretty clothes, or dress like just Some Guy, or be a hedgehog dressed in traffic light colors, or what ever his heart desires.

As far as like… how He describes his gender, i think he’d say something corny like bi^2 (bi of both the sexual and the gendered varieties). Or shrug, handwave, generally give a non-helpful vague description. Or tell who evers asking to buzz off.

(small addendum wrt Kon and Cassie in TT’03. I haven’t read this run yet, so i didn’t really include it in this post. But i Do have thoughts about what might cause the two of them (my gnc besties from my comics books) to lean sooooo hard into traditional gender roles after being So Queercoded in their other appearences. Before i talk abt that though, i want to read the comic. So, that will have to be a post for another time)

ANYWAY, heres that TL;DR i promised.

Bart: NB Transmasc Cassie: NB Lesbian (of the transmasc variety) Kon: Agender Tim: Fluid (bi-gender) + Cissie: Transgirl

Thank you soooooo much for giving me the opporrtunity to ramble abt the silles and how Not Cis i think they are. Love you forever.

[lopsicle]

I’m going to rant about this because I need someone to rant about this too.

The Fnaf movie did Cassidy so dirty.

First of all, they decided to turn her into a boy for seemingly no reason other then it’s easier to understand who possesses who, but I think it would still be clear to have a girl possessing a male animatronic, audiences are gonna get that. It also helps prove that Fnaf really cannot write female characters, Charlie was fucked over in the book series, Vanessa’s entire character revolves around breaking free from Glitchtrap which is a plot point we were somehow still on in Help Wanted 2, and Cassidy is criminally underutilised. Elizabeth and Baby are the only solid written characters, and even then Baby is fucked over by the books. They do have some okay characters, like Cassie, Abby and Movie Vanessa but even then, they’re either under-utilised and we don’t know much about them, or their stories aren’t finished yet so it’s hard to comment on them.

Second of all, adding onto the point of characters being under-utilised, where was Cassidy for the whole film? She is the one of the most important spirits of the entire franchise and in the film, he is the one to communicate with Mike but he’s never part of the group. Same with Fritz honestly, those two are excluded for seemingly no reason but Cassidy wasn’t even there for William’s death. Sure, he stood in the doorway in the movie but in the games, she was directly responsible for springlocking him and they couldn’t even let her have that, they gave it to the cupcake.

And third of all, why the fuck did she try to kill Abby? I get that the movie had the whole plot point of the spirits not knowing William had killed them but even then, Cassidy is an incredibly vengeful spirit. She knows what’s it like to have her life ripped away from her so carelessly and cruelly and she’s yet a-fucking-okay with trying to springlock Abby. Just comparing movie Cassidy to game Cassidy shows just how awful movie Cassidy’s character writing is.

Cassidy shows up, he talks with Mike and says he’s going to kill his sister, shows up at Abby’s house, kills her aunt, lures her to the restaurant, attempts to springlock her which is just an agonising death, isn’t there for killing William and just stares at him.

Now if we compare this to the Cassidy in the games, she was most likely killed via springlock failure caused by William, yet still tried to help his family. She actively spoke with the Crying Child and Michael, showing she’s not just blinded by revenge, she was a genuinely kind person. Her being the one to springlock William makes so much sense narratively because it was the same way he killed her, and makes the moment so much more impactful. From then, she helps to put the Crying Child to rest and presumably the rest of the Missing Children, in some theories about the lore, she even communicated with Henry and helped him. And of course, she is the one who sets up UCN to torture her killer, making him live through every mistake of his life. But this doesn’t allow her to rest, or anyone else and we can interpret that she let him go due to the story, ‘The Man in Room 1280,’ where William’s corpse explodes, implying he was set free and the cutscene where Cassidy faded into the dark. AND EVEN THEN, the Princess from Princess Quest is called ‘Cassidy’ in the files, showing that she is still here and trying to help Vanessa because she is a good person.

Movie Cassidy is none of these things and only served to make Cassidy even more unknown as a character. She is so misused by the games, by the franchise and deserves better because she is my favourite and deserves a proper character after everything she has done.

Also obviously, don’t send hate to the actor of movie Cassidy, he’s like nine

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Eleven.

Nice bit of smut and fluff to finish off the week, besties! Thanks to you all for reading and engaging, you are absolutely the best ever!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Words - 4,004

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

His fingers skimmed over her shoulder, Emma enjoying the soft, tickly contact, even more so when he added a few kisses.  

“This mark,” he began, fingertips tracing the outline. “This isn’t from him too, is it?” He hated to think just what infliction could have caused the dark red mark that ran about six inches down over her shoulder blade.  

“Birthmark.” He felt his insides uncoil, Emma continuing. “It’s called a port wine stain. They’re more common on the face, and usually much angrier looking. Mine’s quite pretty, I’ve always thought. Mom always used to say it looked like someone did a whoops with some Merlot over my back.” 

He smiled, thinking it was a cute way to describe it. “Cassie mom, or Marie mom?” 

“Marie mom.” Her eyes saddened a little, biting her lip. “I know you told me that I shouldn’t, but it still hits me, the feeling of guilt over how I equate Marie to the word mom more than my actual mom. It doesn’t mean I love my birth mom any less, it’s just that...” She trailed off there, her emotions seeming to cloud her articulation of how she felt.  

“Marie was the only person you had looking after you for a really long time. Like I said, I guess it’s only natural you see her more as your mom, since you had more time with her than you did with Cassie.” He knew it was something that troubled her deeply, but it was to be expected, he supposed. After all, Marie had been in her life longer than Cassie, tragic as that was.  

They’d also shared a bond through deep, unabating trauma. They’d clung to one another in times of anguish, and that couldn’t be discounted as anything Emma should feel guilt over. Her bond with Marie was very, very deep.  

Stroking her hair, he continued with his thoughts. “You bonded closely with someone who said in her own words that she wanted to be your mom, there’s no reason to feel guilt for that. Not under the circumstances. Fuck, Emma. You deserved someone, and I think if your mom was still alive, she’d be thankful to Marie for protecting you as much as she could.” 

Nodding against the covers bunched beneath her head, she could believe what he’d suggested would be true, if her mom was still alive. “I think I began to see her even more as mom after we learned my parents had both passed, because she was all I had as far as a parental person was concerned. I needed it, to not feel so alone, as I did after I found out they’d died. I always felt this little slice of comfort that even though we were so far apart, we were still under the same sky while we were parted, and then I didn’t even have that any longer.” 

What an interesting choice of words. “I used to think the exact same thing after my dad went away. I fucking hated that my mom thought I should just forget about him, all because she wanted to. Like, what the fuck is that? He was my dad, I wasn’t gonna just blink and forget he’d ever fucking been there, y’know?” His jaw tightened a little, Emma sensing the resentment there he held. “I wanted to go visit him, but nope. Not allowed. I guess as an adult I understand it a little better now, mom’s reasoning. She didn’t want me following in his footsteps.” He paused, laughing before gesturing to himself with a sweep of his hand. “And what did I go and fucking do?” 

“Ibarra two-point O,” she chuckled, reaching to stroke his chest. “When you said you joined the MC because of your dad, it wasn’t just because of his influence, was it? It was to try and be close to him again, rebuild on what you’d lost while he was away, right?” 

“Yeah, exactly.” He looked down, closing his eyes for a few moments. “Wasn’t long enough.”  

“What happened to him?” Her question was tentative, Emma sensing from the little she knew that it was a sensitive topic for him, his father’s demise.  

He explained it all, the rumbling turmoil within the club, the cavernous split that had led to Diaz shooting his father in the back of the head. Emma’s own experience with a different fraction of the criminal underworld meant that of course, she understood the layers of greed, corruption and deceit that could be harboured by those seemingly meant to be on the same side. 

“Thought I’d feel better for taking out Diaz the exact same way he fucking murdered my father, and I did for a while,” he revealed, Emma turning onto her back and pulling him close, Guero resting his head just above her right breast. “I guess loss isn’t that easy, though. He got what he had coming to him, he ain’t here no longer, but neither is dad.”  

Her arms tightened around him, moving a hand to weave her fingers into his hair, stroking his scalp with her nails. “I think we both have some ghosts that’ll hang around a while, don’t we?” 

He looked up at her, snorting softly. “Baby, I got one. You? A whole fucking morgue full of ‘em. Seriously, how the fuck you’re not completely buried by it all, I don’t fucking know.”  

“I think you finding me in the corner again last night is testament to the fact I’m still buried,” she spoke, leaning to kiss his forehead. “I’m learning how to heave the weight off of me a little at a time. That processing which began while I was in the container, finally letting it all wash over me, what had happened, I’m dealing with it all now. Opening that kind of floodgate, mother fucking Mary, it’ll take a long time before all the water stops flowing through.” 

“Until it does, you got me right here to help you keep your head above water,” he pledged, lifting his head to kiss the side of her neck. “It doesn’t have to drown you any longer, even though I get that it isn’t gonna go away overnight.”  

She smirked, turning onto her side. “Be nice if it could, hmm?” They were both a little heavy with the burden of what haunted them, deciding instead to sink into something much sweeter as they began to share slow, sumptuous kisses. With arms coiling around one another and hands stroking, they explored and adored one another, Guero moving from her side, placing a kiss upon her navel before... 

“Mmmm.” Oh, how she would never tire of him going down on her, the sensation of a mouth between her legs completely new to her, since no man before him had ever done it. The tip of his tongue ran in languid licks from her opening to her clit, slow yet firm, seeming to hit her deeper than the soft, pink flesh they bathed.  

Each lick seared through her, burning like falling stars raining beneath her skin, the focus of his tongue moving to circle and flicker upon her clit, breathy exclamations driven from her elegant throat as her body arched. The fever of it misted her spine, a glitter of pleasure flashing over her nerves, her cunt streaming against him at he ate her hungrily, the feel of her pooling against his tongue pouring golden through him, his cock twitching with the need to sink into her.  

Sitting up, he kissed his way to her mouth, and the taste of herself on his tongue was sweet and sharp, moaning against his lips, feeling him guide himself to her, the hard mass of him running in sweeping glides through her folds. He made her yearn for him, fucking her slit without actually moving to penetrate, her nails sharp at his shoulders as she rolled her hips against the hard heat, moaning into their magmatic kisses. 

Each ridge of his cock dragged over the silken wet of her, the push of the very tip smearing precum over her clit as he rubbed himself upon her, drawing an almost wounded cry from her throat as she shuddered. The heat of it roared through her, tingles cascading as she came, the stretch of him breaching her adding to it, his thumb dragging her clit to keep the sparks crackling. 

She was breathless in the wake of it, head fuzzy, but not too much that she hadn’t seen what he’d seemingly forgotten.  

“Um, Guero?”  

He was somehow hoping that she might be too aroused to notice what he’d forgone. “Mmhmm?” 

“Forgetting something, aren’t you?” She cast her eyes to the nightstand, raising her eyebrows, starting to laugh as he grumbled.  

“Just one time, please? Come on, I fucking hate condoms.”  

She shook her head. “No. I’m not even thinking about risking it, no way. Doesn’t matter how much I want a baby, it’s way too soon for us, and I have too much of my own mess to sort out before I add a small person to that.”  

“Yeah, but our kid would be so fucking cute,” he jokingly protested, Emma closing her eyes and shaking her head as he began to laugh. “And maybe,” he continued, kisses peppered along her jaw, beginning to move slowly in and out of her, “maybe I just wanna know how it feels to fill you with cum, then watch it dripping out of your perfect little pussy after, too.” 

“Dirty talking me into it won’t change my mind.”  

Once again, he grumbled in annoyance, Emma widening her eyes. “Retreat! Out!” she giggled, pushing against his forehead with her index finger, laughing more as he moved to snap his teeth at it.  

Finally, he pulled back, reaching for the drawer. “Fine.” He pulled one on quickly, steering back into her, heat encompassing him as he sank to the hilt and pulled back, her hips twitching against his. She nuzzled her nose against his, smiling as her fingers ran in trails up his sides, the tattooed flesh erupting in goose pimples.  

He was heavy within her, and each rolling thrust fractured little storms beneath her skin, swirling tempests that whirled up her spine, his teeth gently nibbling her lower lip as her mouth hung agape. 

“Those pretty moans, baby.” he murmured, his mouth pressing to hers, a slight rotation of his hips evoking more of them, his cock hitting her at the kind of angle that had her thighs quivering. Lifting her legs a little higher, her cunt sucked him in deeper, moans pooling and spilling into their kisses, Emma thinking she’d never seen anything as beautiful as the glinting obsidian of his aroused stare. 

His fingers laced with hers, placing her hands back above her head, teeth scraping at the column of her neck as he bore down into her harder. The wet sounds of his cock sliding into her made the little mumbled words of pleasure falling from her lips lost to his ears, the lewd sound spurring him, his thrusts becoming faster as his head fogged with the amazing sensation of her clamping around him.  

Her cunt poured around him, Emma feeling the thick vein that ran the length of his cock pulsing against her tender walls, pulling from his grasp, her nails sinking into his shoulders and pulling down to graze over his back. He shuddered atop her, teeth nipping her neck, his groan all smoke and salt as he rucked into her harder.  

“Fuck, oh, you feel so good!” she gasped, hands touring the flexing muscles in his back, her hips driving up against his as their mouths locked together again in steamy, smouldering kisses. Little flint strikes glimmered at their point of fusion, Guero moving to kneel before her, pushing her legs back to touch her chest, his thumb dragging in a slick rub against her clit.  

It streaked through her, tendrils of pleasure winding tight and creeping up her spine like vines, her cries loudening as he began to pound into her in frenzy. Each hard thrust scraped sparks that glinted down to her very marrow, his cock unrelenting until it broke over her and shone like the neon of a rainbow.  

He left her utterly dizzy and fuck drunk, accepting the settling of his body back into her arms, Guero only moving to pull the condom off and knot it, casting it to the floor before lying breathless against her chest once more.  

“Mother fucking Mary,” she panted, stroking his clammy back, her senses still tingling. “I really, really love sex. At last.”  

He looked up at her, his smile soft. “Glad I could be the one to show you it’s meant to be different to what you knew.”  

Beaming at him, she stroked his face, kissing him with clear affection. He adjusted his position, lying next to her, a thigh slotted between hers, Emma stroking his chest. “I always wondered if I’d be too damaged to enjoy it, having sex with somebody if I ever managed to get free. I knew that what he put me through wasn’t right, and that no matter how it made me feel, that it wasn’t my fault. I think that’s why – except for that one moment yesterday – I've been fine so far. 

“The way I look at it, I didn’t lose my virginity to him either, because I didn’t have sex with him. Sex is consensual, and what he did to me wasn’t. In my mind, it was you I lost it to, the first man who was inside me because I wanted him to be there.” 

His eyes softened as he looked down at her with a little disbelief, shaking his head as he hid his face for a second. “Stop it, that’s too fucking adorable.” He emerged after a few moments, kissing her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll take that, though. I will.”  

In the grand scheme of her recovery, enjoying a sex life that was normal and healthy might’ve been small, but he was glad he could play a part in it. A very active one, it seemed. One that contained certain requests he wasn’t expecting to hear.  

“Are you fucking serious?” 

His barked response of surprise made her snort laugh. “Yeah. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like.” 

His eyes continued to round. “I ain’t trying to discourage you, but really? With this fucking huge thing?” 

“Yes. Is that going to be a problem?” 

He shook his head rapidly. “Not gonna be a problem for me at all, but for real, you sure? I mean, some girls in the past have seen it and chickened out of even letting me all up in their pussy, but really, you wanna try anal?” 

She turned over, straddling his hips, leaning to run her tongue in a circle around his nipple. “It sounds like you’re trying to talk me out of it. I get it, you have a really big dick, but you’re capable of being gentle, right?” 

“I am.” 

“And do you have lube?” 

He thought for a moment, knowing he had bought it in the past for that very purpose. “I think so.”  

Leaning back, she reached for the nightstand drawer, rooting around, making an ‘aha!’ face as she produced the bottle, wiggling it in her grasp. “Well, look at that? You do. Looks like my anal cherry is getting popped, doesn’t it?” 

Leaning to him, her kisses were all smoky heat, his arms wrapping around her. He turned her onto her back, enjoying the stroke of her nails at the back of his neck before slipping from her grasp, burying his mouth between her legs. He began laying slow, firm, flat licks over her clit, his hands stroking paths of heat across her thighs, smiling against her folds as he watched her begin to gently writhe.  

Grasping her butt, he squeezed the cheeks firmly, holding her spread, his tongue trailing down to run over her puckered muscle a few times, her arousal skyrocketing when he brought his thumb to her clit at the same time. Pleasure prickled over her skin like hail, her hands grasping her tits as she pinched her nipples, crying out as his tongue circled faster.  

“Yeah, mamacita likes having that pretty little butthole licked, huh?” 

She chuckled, squeaking when he turned his head to bite the round of her ass cheek. “Apparently so.” 

Her pleasure flushed strongly, her gasps filling the air like the tinkle of sweet music, Guero grasping her hips and turning her as he laid on his back with her above him. Wetting his fingers in the sodden warmth of her cunt, he slowly slid one, then two up her ass, lips locking around her clit and beginning to suck.   

Her mouth dropped open, the wail of abandon so loud she scarcely believed it came from her throat, pleasurable tingles raining down on her, heat sizzling to her bones. He smiled against her soaking folds, sucking on her clit gently, evoking more of those beautiful noises from her, his fingers breaching her deep.  

Releasing the suck on her bud, he gently circled it with his tongue, a grunt of lust gravelling his throat. “That feel good, blue eyes?”  

“Oh, my fucking god, yes, it is!” 

The feeling of his fingers scissoring her while his tongue rolled, warm and relentless at her clit, had her completely set adrift from herself, moaning virtually incoherently, shimmers of anticipation roving through her body as her lean muscles twitched and corded. Her reactions indicated to him strongly that she was ready for him.   

He moved out from beneath her, Emma catching his lips in a kiss of fiery eroticism as she smeared lube onto her hand and grasped his cock, working his shaft until it was rigid and slippery while he groaned at her neck before manoeuvring himself behind her.   

With a gentle push, he breached her, sliding in carefully before stilling. She whimpered softly, needing a second to adjust, and he gave that to her, his heart thundering in his chest. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a woman brave enough to take him anally, and it was almost too arousing for him, being hugged in such soaking, tight constriction.  

He felt her relax a fraction, inching in a little further, the moan that poured from her causing his cock to throb, her nails dragging the sheets as her back moved in a serpentine response, her skin prickled with goose pimples. All of that from one slow, steady thrust. For Emma, the stretch was painful, hissing a little as he tried to move forward again, feeling him still immediately. As soon as the pain subsided, though...  

“That alright so far, baby?” It didn’t hurt to check, even though she looked to be very much enjoying it.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, please don’t stop. Fuck, that’s incredible!”  

That definitely confirmed it, Guero more than just a little surprised. He’d never seen a woman act quite so aroused from anal before, usually the initial response was that of extreme pain, but for her, it was anything but.   

It was the kind of exquisite tightness that made his heart continue rapidly hammering in his chest, like a caged bird attempting freedom, his cock throbbing as he gripped her waist, moaning a deep, barbarous rumble. The narrow, slick heat of her consumed him as he began to quicken, still holding back a little for the sake of not wanting to hurt her.   

“Harder, fuck! Please!” she cried out, her words negating his consideration for her and giving him the go ahead to begin driving into her with more force. She made the kind of noise he’d expect from a wild animal in heat, a sound that did not cease the further uncontained her was with her, his fingers leaving pink crescents at her waist, the other hand reaching forward to grip her shoulder.   

For her, it was absolute heaven, being anally nailed by the most beautiful, big cock she’d ever felt, her fingers clutching the pillows, one hand slipping between her legs so she could rub her clit in time with each deeply delivered thrust into her. God, he was too good.   

She felt foggy as he dragged her insides at speed, groaning incessantly, little whispers of the word fuck flittering over his lips as he felt himself twitching, adding to her pleasure in the most incandescent of manners by reaching to penetrate her bereft walls with two fingers, those slick muscles gripping him with a grateful squeeze.   

He needed to do everything he could to drive her to the same undoing as his own body raced towards, not wanting to arrive without her, needing to feel the gratification of her milking his orgasm from him, twitching around him until he unloaded within her. 

He chased it like a predator running down its kill, unhinged efforts and verbal grits tipping them both into the absolute divine as he shot stream after stream of silky, warm release inside her.  

“Fuck,” he panted, folding at the waist, resting his head to her back as he slowly pulled out, moving to sit on his heels and watch his load begin to trickle out over her slit. He might’ve been sex drunk and a little tired, but the sight made his insides pulse with desire. “Fuck, that was so hot.” 

Turning over, she shuffled near, running her tongue up his chest. “Wasn’t it, though? My butt kind of hurts a little now.” He snorted with laughter, not surprised, Emma moving her mouth to his nipple, biting down softly as her hands stroked swirls over his arms. “Worth it, though. I’m going for a shower; I need to cool the hell down. Don’t leave me waiting.”  

She left him absolutely fizzing, Guero flopping down on his front, chuckling dirtily to himself. “Damn, she’s amazing.” Seeing her sexual confidence grow as rapidly as it had was thrilling enough in itself to him, how comfortable she was with him. The fact that she’d let him do something he really enjoyed but seldom got to partake in, that she had thrived upon just as much, well, he lay there a little mindless for it until realising he had a naked woman in a hot shower waiting for him.  

Rinsing the conditioner from her hair, she smiled as a very gorgeous man stepped into the bathtub with her, his arms sliding around her waist as he nuzzled the side of her neck, Emma stroking the thick planes of muscle that stretched across his upper back. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the warmth of the water and the tightness of his embrace, his fingers slipping down to grasp her butt as he kissed her from her throat to her shoulder.  

Suddenly, a flash of her showers back at the mansion entered her head, scrubbing herself raw, repulsed at having Rocco’s body on top of hers, smelling him upon her skin. Burying her face against Guero’s neck, she brought herself around, his scent yanking her from the memory, reminding her where she was. Long gone, was where she was.  

“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing the tattoo upon the side of his neck. 

“What for? Getting this beautiful ass all soapy?” he chuckled, sudsy fingers working in swirls over her flesh. 

She laughed softly through her nose, moving her head to face him. “For everything. You’ve been so good to me, taken care of me, given me a home, security, everything I haven’t truly known for a really long time. You’re the best.”  

He smiled in acknowledgement, kissing her forehead, the water cascading down over them as their mouths pressed together, kisses of adoration offered as their arms tightened around one another. While her body thrived upon the touch of the man that held it, she knew it’d take much longer for her head to stop returning her to the past.  

At least now, though, she had what she’d so desperately craved; a future.  

[rhiannons-bird]

okay so I‘M FINALLY READING SWORD CATCHER AND I HAVE THOUGHTS

I‘m only about halfway through but I need to rant

- it‘s incredible how well cassie manages to lend a unique voice to each of her characters every single time. she just doesn’t miss does she?

- lin caster is the awesomest girl. i just love her because she reminds me of other cc girls in the way that she is kind of a very typical heroine on the surface but you can actually feel her emotions and she’s very believable & flawed & human and you just can’t help rooting for her + i love her friendship with mariam

- everyone is bisexual & it’s completely normalised i love it here

- lin & conor??? apparently they are the flagship which I know because I took a peek at the tag after they had two scenes together because the ENERGY OMG

- ahh yes, conor 😌 another pretty man with issues who’s in a lot of trouble and likes to cover it up with sarcasm, pompous behaviour, fancy clothes & vanity- you just can’t help but love it

- but also he‘s the biggest prick and i want him to have some sense beat into him by everyone around him

- like he qualifies for a huge growth arc but it could also go downhill and turn into sth ugly

- anyone had a weird sense of déjà vu about him and lin after that one little excerpt about adessa and suleman? like, she’s an ashkar with probably immense magical potential let’s be real i see where this is going and he‘s a prince (future king) with marivent blood 🤔🤔🤔

- conor‘s frat boy posse make my blood boil- especially with the way they talked about antonetta in that one scene 🤢🤮

- falconet is the nicest one by far but he‘s sus as hell i know he’s up to sth 🤨 but i rly wanna like him 😭

- the ragpicker king is just a cool dude who dresses emo and has people murdered on the regular i guess i love him. he’s hot. - kaz energy but also very different at the same time. can‘t wait to see more of him. and there’s def more to him.

- also no, andreyen, i don‘t understand either what people mean about ji-an having an off putting manner i‘m pretty convinced she‘s never done anything wrong in her entire life 💗except for the murder what murder

- kel can only be described as a calmly unhinged cinnamon roll. he reminds me a little of james (especially with his „mask“) but if you orphaned him & janked up the loyalty & sluttiness by a hundred

- like fr he is so confused just running around threatening and/or kissing people wtf 😭✋🏼 he just has chemistry with everyone he interacts with lol

- kel & conor remind me of matthew & james but if there was a big power imbalance and a everything is a little more fucked up 🙃

- generally the way power & power dynamics are portrayed and handled is very interesting i like it

- antonetta has my entire heart ❤️

- I need more of her but as an individual not just through kel‘s pov, so far i’m not very big on whatever is being hinted at with her and kel

- I adore merren just like everyone else, he‘s kind of giving a weird mix of christopher/matthew/wylan and I‘m here for it. plus: autism coded character yeass

- also nice to see some jewish rep. (i did not know cassie was jewish before lol) the ashkar are really interesting (& as far as their treatment by the rest of the world goes at times infuriating😤) to read about and add a lot of depth to the world building.

- i love how we see the complexities of their culture portrayed through lin who on the one hand is deeply ingrained in it and holds/has received a lot of love & care for/from her own people while also having been wronged & ostracised by them and how both can be true simultaneously

- as someone who‘s very familiar with multiple romance languages the languages in this book are incredibly entertaining to me

- SO MANY SECRETS & political intrigue hehehe rubbing my little hands together can’t wait for all this to escalate (because it most certainly will) 😈

bottom line

I’m really glad i finally started reading this.

it took me a while to get into it & I’m still holding out on a final judgement since it seems very slow but i’m a patient reader and i appreciate a good setup.

also I want a creepy black crocodile pool in my house now.

[roseworth]

i went apeshit over that last one. anyway roy & anyone u choose w “i’m scared” pls 🫶

send me a prompt 😙

i chose mia is anyone surprised

--

For the millionth time in his life, Roy wished that Gotham rogues would just stay in Gotham. Whenever they got bored of Batman, they would come to fuck shit up in other cities, and everyone else just had to deal with it.

Today, it was the Riddler. His snarky tone and infuriating way of talking were already pissing Roy off, not to mention the fact that he had locked him in some kind of fucking escape room. 

“Are you a mythology fan, Arsenal?” Riddler asked over a speaker. Roy rolled his eyes and started looking around the room for a way to get out. When Roy didn’t respond, the Riddler continued. “Artemis and Apollo, the moon and the sun, the twins of the hunt. Brother and sister.”

Roy narrowed his eyes and looked up, trying to find some camera to stare into or something. “What do you want?”

“I think you are going to be the one wanting,” Riddler responded. Roy couldn’t wait to punch him in the face. “Because you’ve got a kind of twin yourself, don’t you?”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “A twin,” he repeated, wholly unimpressed.

“A sister in arms, a replica of what you once were,” Riddler explained in his stupid droning tone. 

Mia, Roy thought, his blood running cold. “What the hell do you want with Speedy?”

“Once again, I won’t be the one wanting,” Riddler sing-songed. “Maybe you should keep better track of your clothes.”

A hatch clicked, and a drawer opened with a single comm sitting in it. He took it out and shoved it in his ear. “Speedy?”

“Roy?” Mia said groggily. “What’s going on?”

“Riddler got us,” he explained. “I thought it was just me, but looks like we’re in it together, kid.”

Mia laughed quietly. “Always dragging me into your problems, huh?”

“Guess so,” he smiled. “Where are you?”

“I, uh…” she trailed off. “I don’t know. It’s dark in here.”

“Dark?” 

“As you may recall,” Riddler shouted over the speaker, “Artemis’s temple was burned to the ground back in 356 BC.”

No. 

“Riddle me this, Arsenal,” he said, a grin evident in his voice. “What is not alive, but grows? Doesn’t have lungs, but needs air? Doesn’t have a mouth, but is killed by water?”

“Damnit,” he said under his breath. “Mia? Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be burned alive.”

“You won’t be,” he promised. “He gave me some riddles, that’s his whole shtick, right? I’ll get you, no problem.”

“‘No problem,’” she repeated in a mocking tone. “I can’t believe I’m getting fridged.”

Roy laughed breathily. “You’re not getting fridged, I promise not to go through any emotional development after you die.”

Mia snickered. “Just do the riddles, asshole.”

Roy turned back to the room. There was a drawer with a small slot, with the label What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?

Roy rolled his eyes and searched the room for a penny. If all the riddles were like this, he would have Mia out in no time.

He found a penny sitting on the ground, then pressed it through the slot. The drawer popped open with another riddle. He breezed through them, making small talk with Mia all the while.

“How are the Teen Titans?” he asked.

“Fine,” she said. “Cassie started dating that one girl that we think might be Ollie’s.”

He snorted. “Cassie is sorta-half-sister-in-law material, right?”

Mia laughed. Roy worked through a few more riddles, picking up a pair of gloves after the riddle They have no flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?

He looked inside the gloves and pulled out a strip of paper.

I make two people out of one. What am I?

He read the riddle a few times. “Hey, Mimi, you good at riddles?”

“No. Also, ‘Mimi’?”

“There’s no better time to try out nicknames than right next to death, Memes.”

“Ugh.”

“I’ve got the riddle ‘I make two people out of one,’ any thoughts?”

Mia thought for a moment. “I’ve got a friend that’s a clone, maybe it’s a cloning device.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” he said. “Besides, Donna’s kind of sort of a clone, and she–” He cut himself off. 

“What?”

“It’s a mirror.”

“And you got that with the power of Donna?”

Roy searched the room for a mirror. He looked at a wall across from him and inspected the mirror. “What can I say? Donna’s smart, I guess just thinking about her makes me smarter.”

“Huh, you must not think about her a lot.”

“Very funny,” he drawled. He couldn’t find anything on or behind the mirror. He frowned, then threw it on the ground.

“What was that?”

“Mirror.”

“And you broke it?”

“Riddle’s behind the glass,” he said, flipping it over and picking up a slip of paper that had fallen out. “You have me today, tomorrow you'll have more. As your time passes, I'm not easy to store. I don't take up space, but I'm only in one place. I am what you saw, but not what you see. What am I?”

“I hate riddles,” Mia replied. “This is stupid.”

“‘I don’t take up space’ probably means it’s a concept.”

“Sounds like a thought,” she said. “You have them today and more tomorrow, and everyone has thoughts. Well, most people have thoughts, I don’t know what you have.”

“Love you too, my darling sister,” Roy said sarcastically. “It’s what you saw, so it’s in the past right? Memories?”

“Ah, yes!” Riddler yelled over the speaker. “Memories! And you’ll have to live with the memories of your sister for–”

“That ones a bit of a stretch,” Roy interrupted. “Not a good riddle if you have to explain it.”

“Roy!” Mia yelled. “Fire!”

“What?”

“Fire!” she repeated. “It’s fuckin– It’s coming closer, I’m gonna–”

“Stay calm, Speedy,” Roy said, instantly shifting into seasoned vigilante mode. 

“Now that we’re properly focused, let’s move on,” Riddler said smugly. “What is it that given one, you'll have either two or none?”

Roy frowned. “A…” he trailed off. He had heard this one before. “A choice?”

A door flew open behind him. “Exactly!” Riddler yelled. “You have a choice: You can stay here and save Speedy, or you can leave now and save yourself! You can’t do both.”

He heard the comm in his ear click. Fuck. “Speedy? Can you still hear me?”

“No outside help,” Riddler cackled. “Now, a choice!”

The choice was pretty clear. He could leave to get help, but he had no guarantee Riddler wouldn’t kill her while he was gone. Even if the man killed him after Mia was safe, it would be better than her getting hurt.

“I choose Speedy,” he said, crossing his arms. 

Riddler said nothing, but the comm in his ear clicked again. 

“...Roy?”

“Right here, kiddo.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you left me.”

“Never, I swear.”

She didn’t reply. Roy wished they could go back to 2 minutes ago when she was teasing him instead of the nervous silence she had now.

“Talk to me, kid, I’m still sorting through these riddles,” he said, flipping to the back of the memory riddle and finding a new riddle to work through.

“There’s still a fire,” she said quietly. “It’s slow, but it’s getting closer.”

“You’re gonna be out of there in no time, don’t you worry.”

Mia stayed silent for a while, and Roy kept moving through riddles. They were all softballs from here, like “What has hands, but cannot clap?” then the next riddle inside the clock.

“Roy?” Mia said, her voice raspy and shaking. 

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” he assured her.

“How do you know?”

“Would I ever lie to you?”

“Yes,” she answered. “You lie to me all the time.”

“What? Name one time.”

“The other day you told me Nightwing was raised by a family of monkeys and that’s why he’s so acrobatic,’” Mia ranted.

Roy couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, fine, that was–”

“And you tried to convince me that the real way Ollie got off the island was by growing gills and swimming away.”

“Come on, those were all–”

“And just last week you told me you were going to visit home, then you didn’t,” she yelled. Roy’s stomach twisted at the way her voice wavered like she was holding back a sob. “And I waited! I-I was waiting all night because I thought you were coming like you said, then you didn’t and I just–” She took a deep breath, then mumbled, “Whatever. Didn’t even care.”

“Mia, I–”

“It’s fine, you were doing something important, or whatever, I get it.”

“I’m sorry, kid,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “I would’ve, I swear, it wasn’t about you.”

“I know,” she said. “Still hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “But trust me now, you’re going to be okay, and you can yell at me to my face about it soon.”

“I don’t want to,” she mumbled. “I don’t want to be mad at you about it, I just want you there.”

“Mia…”

“Whatever, man, I’m in a room of fire right now, just– just do what you need to do.”

Roy grimaced and looked at the next riddle, only to find that there was no riddle. Just the sun on a piece of paper.

“Congratulations, dear Apollo, you’ve seen the sun!” Riddler yelled. “But alas, the moon cannot be seen without the sun’s light! Rise, dear moon, and reflect the sun’s shine as your own!”

“...What?”

“Roy,” Mia said. “A door to the roof just opened above me, I’m getting out.”

“Thank god,” he sighed. “Get far away, don’t let him find you again, okay?”

“What? No way, man,” she argued. “You’re still trapped, I’m not just gonna leave you.”

“I can get out myself, don’t worry about me,” he replied, not sure if he even believed himself.

“Don’t lie to me, I’m– wait a minute."

Roy frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to trust me.”

“That’s not very reassuring.”

“Duck.”

“What?”

Seconds later, a wall blew up behind him, and Mia walked through the rubble.

“Explosive arrows!” she exclaimed, holding her bow above her head. “He left my quiver on the roof.”

“Jesus, give a guy some warning, Mimi,” he grunted, dusting himself off.

“I told you to duck.”

“Alright, fine,” he said, then opened his arms. “C’mere, kiddo. I’m just glad to see you safe.”

Mia’s face broke out into a grin as she sprinted straight into his arms, tackling him into a hug, nearly causing him to fall over with the force of it. He beamed and lifted her off her feet as she hugged him tighter. 

“Can we find Riddler and punch his stupid face now?” Mia asked from where her face was smooshed against Roy’s shoulder.

“Absolutely.”

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs Stranger Things AU,please?

[Vague out-of-context spoilers through Stranger Things S3.]

• Five kids come out of the mall arcade, the night it snows ash in Hawkins.  Five kids pass through the revolving door, chattering about video games and summer vacation.  Five kids get on their bikes to cut through the construction site, since it’s the fastest way back to the suburbs.

Four of them make it home.

• “...and that’s why we need your help.”  After he’s done talking, Marco draws in a huge breath.  It was a long speech, well-rehearsed.

Tom looks slowly over the cluster of kids standing on his parents’ front stoop.  His gaze lingers on the baseball bat currently clasped in Rachel’s hands, the water pistol that Cassie clutches by her side, the very real gun shoved into the waistband of Marco’s jeans.  He makes eye contact with the unfamiliar kid in the blond wig — who stares back, unintimidated — but barely even glances at Tobias.

“So?” Marco says.  “Will you help us?”

There’s another long moment of silence.

“Rachel.”  Tom jerks his head back into the house.  “A minute?  The rest of you, stay put.”

The moment she’s inside the foyer, he slams the front door shut.

She lifts her chin.  “Tom—”

“What the fuck is this?” he demands in a whisper.  “Seriously, what the fuck.”

“We’re not crazy,” she says, expression hard.  “And we’re not lying.”

“Yeah, great, Jurassic Park freaks took Jake.  And your solution is to, what, baseball bat them to death?”

“Not dinosaurs, dumbass, they’re—”

“I swear to god, Rach, if you say the word ‘aliens’ one more fucking time...”

“Tom,” she says.  “This is serious.”

He glances toward the kitchen, back at her.  “This is bullshit.”

Rachel shoves him, hard, in the middle of the chest.  Given he has about eight inches of height on her, this doesn’t accomplish much.  “I can’t believe you!” she snaps.  “Jake is missing—”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?”

The front door swings back open.  “Is everything okay?” Cassie says mildly.

Tom stares at the cluster of kids again.  “If you want to search the woods, fine,” he says at last.  “Just... be safe.”  He puts a hand on Rachel’s shoulder and pushes her back out the door.  “But leave my family out of it.  We’ve been through enough.”

He shuts the door carefully this time, and latches it shut.  Leaning his forehead against the cool metal, he listens to them leaving.

“Now what?” Rachel asks.

“I don’t know,” Marco says.  “You think if I had any good ideas I’d be talking to Tom Berenson?”

“Ax?” Tobias says.

The rest is lost as they wheel their bikes away.  Tom whirls around, and goes back into the kitchen.  Back to the parents who actually need him, because everyone is coming around to the possibility that Jake’s body isn’t going to be found.

• They have takeout for dinner that night.  It’s only the fourth time this year Tom can remember his parents getting takeout — normally Jean hates fast food, and enjoys cooking.

It’s also the fourth time this week Tom can remember his parents getting takeout.

“So, Dad,” Tom says, after the clock on the wall tells him they’ve been sitting in silence for over 15 minutes.  “How was work today?”

Steve looks at him.  Jean doesn’t look up at all.  There are another ten seconds of silence.  It feels like an hour.

“Fine,” Steve says.  “And you?”

Seeing as Tom doesn’t have a job, he doesn’t bother to answer.

“I’m going back to Kinko’s.”  Jean shoves to her feet, plate of lo mein untouched.  “Another five hundred should do it.”

“Oh, yeah.”  Tom stabs a chopstick onto the surface of the table; it splinters in his hand.  “More posters will do the trick, recruit the exactly zero people in this town who don’t already know what Jake looks like.”

There’s a sliver of bamboo embedded in his palm.  Blood slides down his wrist in a line.  It doesn’t hurt, not yet.

Steve watches this happen with the same dull curiosity he uses for TV dramas.

“Maybe eight hundred,” Jean murmurs.  “Maybe a thousand.”

Tom stands, breathing hard.  He runs, back door slamming behind him.

• The Bobbsey quintuplets are outside Cassie’s house when Tom finally catches up with them.  Still going strong with that baseball bat and that gun.  Oh, and now they’ve managed to acquire a bear trap.  Better and better.

“Nice of you to join us,” Marco snarks, but he also hands Tom a tire iron without protest.  Ax was using it, but apparently Ax doesn’t need it, because apparently Ax can move shit with his mind, because apparently they weren’t kidding about Ax being a literal fucking extraterrestrial.

Better and better and better.

“Give me that,” Tom snaps, and Rachel hands over the gun.  He fires ten times at the row of six cans along the fencepost.

When he’s done, there are still six cans.  He gives the gun back to Rachel.

• Rachel asks Tom to drive her into town to buy more ammo.  Which is how he finds out that, up until now, Marco has been their designated driver.

That does explain the sheer number of dents in Cassie’s dad’s beater truck, but not what the hell the cops in Hawkins have been doing this whole time.  They haven’t been finding missing kids, and they haven’t been pulling over the thirteen-year-olds who think playing Scud Race qualifies as driving experience.

Tom drives.  Tom buys ammunition for his kid cousin.  Tom hates his life.

• A week later, their arsenal now includes a kitchen knife and a plastic lightsaber.  If this is the crack team that’s going to foil the Yeerk Empire, then Team Humanity is screwed.

Hanging around these kids is seriously damaging Tom’s cool.  And his blood pressure.

At least Ax can now knock over the cans from up to 30 yards away.  And he doesn’t need the gun to do it.

• They find bird prints in the soft soil of the national forest.  Only these are each about a foot in diameter, and had to come from a bird that’s about eight feet tall.

• Cassie manages to get a half-blurred photo of a thing just beyond the treeline behind her house.

The thing looks like a little girl.  Tom can’t decide if that makes it all better, or so much worse.

• “You have to keep going to school,” Tom tells Rachel, for the third or fourth time.  “And you have to keep doing homework.”

“None of that matters anymore!”  She snarls at him.  That fucking gun is back in the waistband of her jeans.  She’s going to get arrested.

“I’m doing everything I can,” Tom says.  “And so are you. But—”

“You’re not my dad.  You’re not my brother.”  She goes up on tip-toe to get in his face.  “So leave off.  And help me get the christmas lights out of the car.”

“Christmas lights?”  Tom knows he’s going to regret asking as soon as the words leave his mouth.

• They go to a town hall meeting.  Most of the grown-ups seem mildly concerned at most about the disappearances.  They go to a school board meeting.  They get kicked out for being too young, although the fact that Rachel started shouting about aliens in the middle of the superintendent’s statement probably didn’t help.

• Tobias catches a glimpse of something in the woods.  Tobias follows it.

He’s officially declared missing 12 hours later.

This time, there are no adults out hanging up posters.

• “It’s not domesticated,” Marco grumbles.  “I’m not stupid.  I just thought...”

“Thought you could take it home, give it a bed, treat it like a pet, and then it wouldn’t eat your stepmom’s dog?” Tom suggests.

“I thought I could use it to get more information,” Marco says quietly.  “About the Underneath.  Or whatever Tobias was calling that cavern-thing.”

They’re tramping along the train tracks that run out back of the suburb.  Tom’s carrying a gross bucket of gross raw meat that’s gross.  Marco’s wearing gloves and reaching in at regular intervals to toss more on the ground.  They’re hoping to attract the thing that may or may not be called veleek — Marco’s not very good at getting intel on aliens — and not to be eaten themselves.

“You told Nora yet?”

“What, that I brought an alien home and it...?”  Marco tosses more meat into the gravel with unnecessary force.  “I’m hoping she decides Euclid ran off.”

“Yeah, because lying about everything has been working out so well for you so far.”

Marco spins around, cow blood spraying off his hands.  “Fuck.  You.”

Tom opens his mouth to say something.

Marco jabs a bloody finger into his chest.  “I’m scared, asshole.  My best friend is probably dead, everyone else I know is getting picked off as well, and I’m just some useless kid who can’t get adults to listen even when telling the truth.”  He clenches his fists.  “I’m not some tall good-looking white boy, I’m not popular, I’m not athletic, and I don’t have shit to defend myself outside of a quick brain and a smart mouth.  I’ll lie to Mother fucking Theresa if it helps keep Ax alive and out of that lab.”

They keep walking for a while in silence.

“You’re wrong, you know,” Tom says at last.  “About not being popular.”

Marco flings more meat at the ground.  This system sucks.

“Half the girls in my grade think you’re cute.”  Tom shifts the bucket to his other hand.  “That stunt you pulled during the anti-sex assembly?  They still talk about that, every time we pass under the orange soda stain on the ceiling.”

“Really?” Marco asks.

“Really really.”  Tom rolls his eyes.  “Oh, and Jake thinks that you hung the stars and the sun shines out your ass, so there’s that.”

Marco ducks his head, hair falling over his eyes.  “He could find better friends than me.”

“Friends who’d shell out for half a dead cow and spend all afternoon spreading its stinky bits all over Hawkins?” Tom asks.  “Friends who would risk going to juvie to get him back?”

“Your grade is right, I am adorable.”  Marco straightens up, even marching a few steps.  “I can make even cow blood look good.”

Sure, kid’s too cool for honest conversation.  Sure.

• “He really said that?” Marco asks.

He and Tom are lying on the roof an abandoned bus in the middle of the Hawkins junkyard.  Waiting around to get eaten by a sentient tornado if their stupid squirt-gun trap doesn’t work.

“Now?” Tom asks in a whisper.  “Now we’re having this conversation?”

“We’re gonna die in an hour, and anyway I’m bored,” Marco whines.

Tom rolls onto his side to look at Marco.  “Jake talks all the time, seriously all the time, about how cool you are.  I’ve heard about your gaming skills, your math smarts, your fashion sense, your sense of humor, your hair, your eyelashes...”

Marco blushes.  “My hair’s not nearly as cool as Jake’s,” he mumbles.  “And he’s got that take-charge attitude.  Something about the way he talks, you know?”

Tom sighs.  “Yeah, kid.  I miss him too.”

“I just.”  Marco rolls away, looking out at the junkyard.  “He’s a really good friend.  And I just care about him.  As a friend.  Who’s friends with me.”

“I so do not care,” Tom says.

“About what?” Marco looks over through the fringe of his hair.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Tom—”

“Actually, scratch that.  If you break his heart—”

“Tom!”

“I break your kneecaps.  Okay, that’s out of the way, and—”

“TOM!” Marco screams, and the alien slaps him off the roof like a rag doll.

• Ax gets there in time to save the day, which is to say he throws a cinderblock at the alien with his mind and that knocks it into the reservoir, and then there’s no alien anymore.  Just a slowly-dissolving slick of goo on the surface of the water.

One of these days they’re going to come up with a better strategy than scream til the psychic kid arrives.  One of these days.

• They get a lead on Tobias.  Which is to say Rachel finds his footprints — left sneaker sole peeling off, right one with Adidas still intact — leading down into a cavern.  She takes point, because there’s no stopping her, but Tom hovers over her left shoulder with his baseball bat at the ready.  His baseball bat now has several six-inch nails driven through its swinging end, because he’s sick of being helpless, and unlike the gun he actually knows how to use this thing.

The footprints go deeper into the cavern, and then deeper.  And then into a part where there’s a sickly pink glow coming from around the corner, and dust in the air.

Rachel inches for the corner, Ax following her with his fists clenched in preparation.  Tom raises a finger to his lips in warning.  Marco rolls his eyes, but Cassie nods.

They step around the corner, and into another world.

• There’s barely time to take in the huge cavern, the sickly gray goo at its bottom, the unnatural quality of light.  Because then a thing that looks like a caterpillar the size of a humpback whale is rushing at them, screaming at the top of its lungs.

Tom swings the bat.  He only means to stun it, scare it off, but the creature bursts on impact like a wet paper bag.  Several more rush from the shadows, screaming in challenge.  Drawn by the scent of meat.

“Form up!” Tom shouts, and backs as far as he can without losing the range of his bat.  Rachel is at his left, firing with steady precision.  Cassie and Marco have other handheld weapons — please let it be something better than a lightsaber — while Ax’s presence is mostly obvious from where one of the creatures twists into the air before slamming onto two of its fellows.

The giant worms come, and keep coming.  The squishy humans’ only advantage is that the aliens will eat any flesh, and so an injured worm is as good as a dead one.

Tom swings until his arms ring with pain and the gore coats his skin.  He’s shoulder-to-shoulder with Rachel now, providing cover as she reloads.  She straightens, firing another shot that sinks into green flesh and tears ragged holes.  Tom waits for the next creature to get past her defenses, and rips its face off with his bat.

They keep it up, far longer than he would have thought possible.  Rachel slows the monsters while still far away; Tom cleans up the ones she misses.  Somewhere behind him he knows that Ax and the other two have a second phalanx, same tactic.

And then... And then there are no more worms, although it sinks in gradually.  There are only the dying, and the half-dead.

“Holy crap,” a familiar voice whispers.

Tobias falls out of the wall, or so it seems.  He’s cleaner than they are, covered as they are in worm guts and blood, but not by much.  The coating of ash makes him blend into the wall, as if he’s part of this place now.

Ax runs to Tobias, hugging him.

“Are you okay?” Cassie asks, overtop Tom’s demand of “Where’s Jake?”

Tobias shakes his head to both questions.  And keeps shaking it.

• Tom staggers home exhausted, muscles aching and regretting having been born in this stupid town. He's still lingering outside the house, debating with himself whether to go in and face the ‘rents, when he hears the noise behind the shed.

"Hello?" he calls, just in case it's Ax or someone back there. 

It's not. It's a rat. And then it's a whole bunch of rats, streaming past in a way that rings faint alarm bells in the mind of even a suburban kid like him. 

And then it's something else.  Something wet and slimy, a whole subterranean pool with things floating in it. And he can't tell how he got here, was behind his parents' shed which definitely does not have an entrance to the caverns last he checked, and yet—

The slimy things grab onto him. He fights. Of course he does. He gives them teeth and fists and as much hell as he can muster, but they still grab hold and force his head under the surface.

• He inhales.

• Tom blinks, and he's... in the shower?  No, a sauna?  He's fully clothed, but...

"...working!" Rachel's voice fades in. She's crouched over him, hair and clothes having somehow come clean in the 10 minutes since he saw her, a spectacular two-day-old black eye having formed in that time.

"Why am I wet?" Tom asks. It's not the most important question, nowhere close, but it's the only one specific enough for him to put into words. 

"Shit, shit, that's him!" Marco sounds excited, practically bouncing on the spot in spite of a painful-looking set of scratches across his face.  "Tobias, tell Ax to keep it up!"

They're... they're in the steam room of the school gym. Tom knows this place. But why... How’d they get...

"Tom. Tom." Cassie is leaning over him. "You have to listen to us. There isn't much time. The mind flayer — there's this alien. It controls people. Or there are a whole bunch of —”

"You have to fight it," Rachel says overtop her. "Fight with everything you —"

"Yeerks!" Marco adds.

Tom's head hurts. His body feels limp. It's hard to focus, feels like he's listening through fog. Like he's an unanchored balloon.

"Ax says it's running out!" Tobias calls, sounding scared.

"You're being controlled!" Rachel shouts in Tom's face. She looks scared too.

It's so hot in here, so hot Tom feels sick. What are they so afraid of? What's enough to scare Rachel?  Those worms weren’t.  He has a really bad feeling, a whole other sickness, about why she's so scared. About why her eye is swollen shut, and Marco's face is bleeding. About why his hand hurts.

"Guys!" Tobias screams. "We have to —”

• Tom's in... in the back of a car.  One that's parked in direct sunlight, feels like it's been there for hours. This time the heat really is unbearable; he surges upright in time to puke all over the floor mat. His head is pounding, joints weighted like the worst flu of his life.  He’s soaked in sweat, but shivering weakly, and his whole body feels sucked dry of moisture.

"Tom? Tom!" Rachel teleported with him, then, although her hair is plastered against her neck now and her eye has healed. 

"We can't keep just giving him heat stroke every time," Marco is saying from the front seat. Kid better not have driven them here. "If we melt his brain trying to drive it out—"

"We can't just leave him like this!" Rachel snaps.

"Then what do you suggest?" Marco is shouting too. "We tried Ax's psychic thing, we tried prestidigitation and fucking oatmeal, what else is there?" 

"Guys?" Tom asks. His voice is hoarse.  None of this makes sense. "Guys, what's...?"

"Don't worry about it," Rachel says.

"I'm letting him out before this kills him," Marco says, reaching for the door handle.

"No!" Rachel says. "It'll just go right back to—"

• Tom is thrown to the floor. His ears are ringing; tiny burns speckle his arms and chest. 

Sss-BANG!  Another firework erupts inches from him.

Shopping mall.  His vision is clearing slowly.  They're in the main atrium of the mall, all of the kids.  Marco's mom too, and some of those hork-bajir things. All fighting against a towering shape, 40 feet of twisted flesh and slime-covered appendages.

Even as Tom watches Tobias lights another firework, hurling it at the monster. The Roman candle sinks into its flesh, screaming a warning before the explosion goes off and rips away huge swathes of muscle and skin.  The nightmare-creature bellows in pain, whipping a tentacle around toward Tobias. It's stopped in midair by Ax, holding that and three other limbs back with telekinesis alone. Blood pours from Ax's nose, and he sways where he stands; he's not going to last much longer.

Cassie is dragging bodies away from the wreckage, along with — Jake.

Jake is there. He's there. He's okay. Tom feels a surge of lightness, seeing him. Marco's hovering by Jake's side, receiving the injured for what looks like a quick attempt at triage.  Marco and Jake lock eyes in the shifting light, brushing hands just for a second, and then Jake turns to keep working.

That leaves Rachel. Where's...

Six inches away, on the ground at his feet. There are finger-shaped bruises around her neck, her scalp torn open and bleeding.

Tom has several strands of gold hair caught between his fingers.

"There you are," Rachel rasps, rolling to her knees. "There you are."

Tom staggers back a step. Then several more.

Rachel gets a hand around a familiar-looking bat. She raises it, mouth a grim line of determination. Such a small weapon, against the monster that any second now will break from Ax's hold. "We're gonna kick this thing's ass,” Rachel tells him, “We're gonna get you out of here, and we're gonna move to fucking Uzbekistan."

A tentacle rips free. It swings for Rachel, her return strike barely enough to keep it off. She's got her back to Tom. That seems like a bad idea.

There are other humans here. Humans, and other creatures, all with that blank-eyed look. All with those parasites, those creatures Tom can feel now that he knows what to feel for.

Tom understands now. No, that's a lie. But he understands enough.

Enough to know that the best way to keep Rachel safe, the best way to keep Jake and Marco and the other kids alive, is simply to turn. To open his arms. To not move out of the way, as the tentacle slams into his chest — and punches clear through.

Rachel is screaming his name. There is no pain, just a deep sense of wrongness... and the knowledge that something else just died along with him.

Tom grins at Rachel, blood slopping down his chin. Yep, that worked.

He never does get to see how it ends.

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

post season 1 lost character rankings <3 post is about to be long as fuck btw. heart

jack… i’m such a jack girl sorry for being predictable but he’s exactly my type of character… he has a hero complex and big brown eyes filled with tears he can’t save everyone but he has to try…

kate of course!!! blueprint for emma swan in many ways…. the coolest girl on lost island… her cunty 2000s layered tank tops and low rise bootcut jeans in exodus went crazy also but that is neither here nor there i just didn’t get a chance to mention it before. anyway. literally you always wanna run away katie!!!

sayid <3 THE it girl of lost island. he’s like if The Smart One was a heartthrob. you knowwww i’ve always been a sayid girl (ok yes naveen andrews was in ouat but my love for sayid is only like. 40% coming from that loyalty ok) he’s so. he’s the tech guy he’s the soldier he’s leading hikes he’s triangulating the signal he’s sooo kind he’s obsessed with the worst woman on the island he’s literally besties with kate he looks SO GOOD in his tank tops and i love him…

claire and YES i will acknowledge my emilie de ravin bias. it doesn’t matter what claire as a character is like, that’s my friend belle from the tv from middle school, we were in the trenches together, i love her always, claire makes the top five and that’s FINAL. peace and love <3 also she’s like basically mary from the bible for real

sun… she’s just cool and nice and lovely and her husband suckssss but she loves him and wants him to love her like he used to and she’s growing a garden and helping jack with medicinal stuff and everybody likes her cuz she’s just cool and nice!!!

shannon. and i ask you. did she really do anything wrong? don’t answer that. i’m a feminist. she’s like. there is flop in her slay eras and slay in her flop eras. and she’s soooo sad right now and she needs to keep all of her brother’s things because she doesn’t know how to exist in the world without him and she’s folding his old clothes because she’s anal and she speaks french but only barely because she knew this guy and she wants to help but she’s been a princess her whole life and she doesn’t know how to change but she has to and she’s maybe overcommitted to her zigzag hair part because she thinks beauty is her only currency and now she’s taking care of this kid’s dog because he picked her because he thought it would help her and she won’t say it but she loves these people so much and she doesn’t know how to show it and she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she doesn’t know how to carry it all!!!!!!!! i’m normal about her.

charlie has consistently been a favorite of mine but i’m just anticipating the inevitable season 2 heroin relapse storyline and i hateeeee it. but i do love charlie <3 i like how he has this insane devotion to claire for no reason other than he just wants to be nice and help her. he’s just a lovely guy…

walt and his cute little kid swagggg. his henry mills realness seriously. he’s about to be like. severely written out rip but we LOVED him here <3 when he gave his dog to shannon…. oh my god….

boone gets to not be near the bottom even though he was a total freak because well. no one else gave me joke material like him… he fucked that old man fr…. and then he died… and frankly those episodes on his death and leading up to it were so crazy i can’t not just forgive him for the freak shit. sorry for being an apologist for the guy who was in love with his sister. i mean be real though i’m a cassie girl i’m predisposed to forgive worse shit like that. maybe he only projected love onto her because she’s the only woman he knows. and he’s gay. idk. it doesn’t matter anyway who cares

jin. i actually kind of like jin now i like his dynamic with michael a lot and i think in season two he’ll get over the whole oh boohoo poor me i got roped into the mafia and i can’t tell my wife even though it would be good for our relationship to not have secrets. i forgive him. i hope michael or someone else tries to learn korean to better communicate with him though i don’t just want it to be jin having to learn english. like don’t act like michael wouldn’t try at least…

which of course brings us to michael. i like michael but he’s also kind of just not as interesting as the other characters. i imagine though that the 2004 writers room was overwhelmingly white and therefore just did not do as well writing the characters of color, so i’ll grant michael that forgiveness. i do like him i think the situation with walt is crazytown

hurley. not even my ouat bias could save hurley from being third to last. i don’t have a problem with him it’s just. he’s the comedic relief yk. and he IS funny, but like. idk. kinda like what’s going on with him and the numbers i hope that gets cool in s2

locke. booooo locke. an enemy of jack’s is an enemy of mine!! we’re gonna have a locke problem!! also i’m literally still upset about how he handled the boone situation. imagine you have trauma from your dad hurting you to help himself and then you meet a younger guy who looks up to you as a sort of father/mentor figure and you end up hurting him to help yourself and you have zero self awareness about it. kill yourself old man. your ass is not breaking the cycle.

sawyer. just. ….😒 remember when shannon was having an asthma attack and could have died and sawyer made it seem like he had her inhaler and told kate he’d give it to her if she kissed him. which is already icky. and then kate did it. and then he was like oh yeah btw i don’t have the inhaler haha! like. can you kill yourself.

and if i were asked to name my favorite episodes of the season? well most recently i loved do no harm, but all jack’s episodes were great to me so also white rabbit and all the best cowboys have daddy issues. and deus ex machina was crazy as well. and the moth. and exodus part one specifically but all three parts were pretty great too. born to run was also good! and can i be frank. can i say something we might not like. hearts and minds was a great episode… yes it’s the incest episode i know i was there… but speaking from a standpoint of like. what makes a tv episode a Good TV Episode, it kinda went crazy. i mean did we see the twist coming? for sure not! that’s tv! sometimes the point of tv is to make you go 😟 and well. hearts and minds did that…

[we-the-human]

Although I’m hoping for an ending where John doesn’t live, or is suffering, I’m still wondering how John dying, or being captured and made dormant can feasibly happen from a ‘character abilitiy’ point of view. He’s too strong to just… kill as the characters are now. I’ve been wondering what circumstances can lead to them being on somewhat of an equal footing. Especially now that we know he basically fused with a whole ass planet.

…so obviously I pondered some potential plotlines.

- Harrow and Varun teaming up for an imperfect lyctorhood where she consumes it but its body dies.

- Alecto giving Gideon her planet heart. Harrow and Gideon do a perfect lyctorhood deal where they both are alive. (At some point gideon should probably be brought back to life proper…)

- Alternatively , Harrow gives Gideon her heart. Alecto gives Harrow hers. Then the lyctorhood thing.

If they can’t kill / incapacitate him as he is…maybe the result of some sort of active plan is hatched to weaken John first;

- The Messenger might be directly involved. Maybe they have something to do with the first ship that escaped. Something useful to be passed down through generations.

- Throwback Thursday; John and Alecto get nuked. (Can they even die from that???)

- Ianthe does something good and useful for once. Couldn’t tell you what. But she’ll still be trash and I’ll still love her.

- The vow, Alecto and Anastasiya play some sort of part directly related to a weakness against John but I have no idea how. Also make it gay. (And make Harrows love for Alecto be transferred down her familial line so that they will always be loyal to her.)

- There’s still some old lyctors maybe hanging around and a fucked up tower hanging maybe both in the river and out (they said Princes of the Tower, right?). Plus that tower cypher is probably important. We will probably see Cassy.

- They might just straight up have to throw him down into the river and into Hell so he can’t just resurrect and pull himself back together again

- John actually wants to die but the gang doesn’t let him because they need him for something so he’s put in a state where he’s incapacitated but ALSO suffering for the rest of his days.

- Noodle kills John.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

Cassie || Head Cannon

Most people note the huge age difference in between Cassie and Piper.  While most people mistake Cassie for her daughter (And she doesn’t correct them), Cassie is actually her half sister.  

Depending on the verse Cassie is in between 6-10 years old.  They are related on their fathers side, making them both Beaus.  Their father had an an affair as he lived half the time in Washington as a Congressmen and half in Lousiana. Dude to his position and religious beliefs he did not believe in abortion and the young lady he had an affair with did not want to have a child.  Their father took the girl and agreed that he and his wife Isabella, would raise the little girl. 

 By this time Piper had long since moved out and was working in Baton Rouge. They weren’t estranged but there is very little connection in between them. Piper knew though that this would not turn out well right away.  Isabella had barely been a mother to her after all and she was already resentful of her husbands affair.  She seriously doubted that being forced to raise a child that wasn’t hers and was a constant reminder of her husbands affair would make her better of a mother.  

Piper returned home more often after that, at least once a month.  Their father died when Cassandra was 2 years old, leaving her with Isabella.  Piper called and returned home as much as she could and sure enough Cassie was being treated in the same way that Piper had been as a little girl- like an accesory. She knew that it was only a matter of time and tried to straddle her professional life and being there as much as possible.  But Isabella never made it easy. Piper could see, even when she made the weekend trips down that Cassie was withdrawn and quiet.  She was very used to trying to stay out of the way and not do anything that would upset Isabella or make her commit mirco aggressions (Wince if she talked to loud, roll her eyes, ect- keep in mind that this is to a 6 year old).

When Piper was packing up to take her dream job in California, she got a phone call from the Nanny watching her.  It turns out Isabella decided to take a cruise for a few weeks and was still on it.  Piper knew this move all too well.  Being raised by strangers, not being neglected legally but not being loved...

It wasn’t a hard choice.  She knew what she had to do.  Returning to Bon temps had never been the plan.  In fact she had sworn she would never move back to that hell hole. But because she is not Cassies legal guardian, she can’t just take her.  She moved home.  Once she was there, Isabella decided to extend her vacation seeing as she wasn’t needed there.  Piper is furious.  Not at having to be there with Cassie but because this is the same selfish bull shit that fucked her up as a child and teenager.  

Piper is unwilling to leave Cassie to the same fate and sees this as a way to save Cassie and give her the chance at being better adjusted then she is. She doesn’t care that she has to put her career on hold.  Its worth it and she hopes that at some point maybe she can get custody of Cassie fully.  She refuses to let Cassie grow up the way she did.

 Cassie is very shy and will not talk to strangers.  Sometimes she wont even talk to people that she knows well but Piper is gradually working on bringing her out of her shell, trying to get her to socialize and have play dates with kids her own age.  But its hard and she also has no experience being a parent and never intended to have her own children.  Because Cassie is the daughter of their father, the curse against the women in their family is carried down to both of them.

[jemdeserveslove]

And I finished Chain of Gold ✨

I bring here a “review” and, as usual, excuse my spelling mistakes

(This is a bit long, I’m sorry lol but bare with me)

What a greaaat book! It’s a been a couple of months since I read Cassandra Clare and, you guys, I needed that. Overall, I really liked it and I will give it a solid 4/5.

The only complaints I have about it is that in a couple of scenes everything seemed a bit rushed and convenient, you know? I can’t remember the scene, but I remember I stoped, laughed a bit and said out loud (cause I’m crazy) “NOW THIS IS VERY CONVENIENT FOR THEM”. Anyway, that and (this is more of preference, I guess) the fact that it took a while for the plot to come into place, like, I understand that everything as going to come together at the end (which it did), but at the same time, when I’m reading something, I wanna know the weight of what’s happening, so that I can feel it.

But, yeah, there were so many positive things that I absolutely loved, so I bring here my rant about the (some) characters

To get this out of the way, I LOVE JESSE BLACKTHORN, like, he didn’t even showed up a lot, but when he did, it was amazing and he owns part of my heart now, thank u Cassie 🥰. And, since he’s the topic, let’s talk about him. SO SAD. Like, I guess I don’t know eveything, but apparently my boy just wanted to be a shadowhunter and, then, he got his first rune and HE DIED 😭 Cassie, what do I do with information? Also, I ship Jesse and Lucie with every fiber in my body, that will be all

LUCIE, she’s a queen 💖 I see a lot of myself in her and I think she’s very relatable in many ways lol. Honestly, she was one of the best characters in the book, she’s very creative, brave and a great feminist living in 1903. She is a true Herondale and shares all the Herondale’s virtues and values, but at the same time, in many situations I could see a lot of Tessa in her, especially, because she’s very straightforward

ALASTAIR 👀 I really like him, you guys. His behavior back in the academy can’t be excused, but we can undestand it and also see that he’s changing, right? He’s turning his back on Charles (thank God), is getting closer to Thomas (👀) and is getting closer to his sister again, so yeah, I think he’s going to shine more and more 

Cordelia is an amazing main character. She’s kind, brave and very witty and funny too. Honestly, I cracked up because of her so many times lol. Her situation with James is so sad, like, it was going so well, but then no no no, THAT FUCKING STUPID BRACELET 🤬 Anyway, Cordelia and Lucie have a very beautiful dynamic and as Cecily Lightwood herself said, we need more girls being parabatais ✨

James Herondale is such a simp lol. It doesn’t matter if it’s with Cordelia or Grace, he’s a simp. I feel really bad for him, since the whole bracelet fiasco is not really his fault 🤷‍♀️ I really like him, as well, he has a nice vibe and he definitely got that acid humor from his parents (especially, Will, obvs) which I love. Also, he’s caught up in many horrible situations that are not even his fault lol. Poor James

Matthew is a very sensetive topic for me. I just feel really really bad for him and he just deserves so much better

Grace .... what can I say about her? I feel really bad for her, I think she’s in a horrible abusive relationship with Tatiana, so I don’t really blame her for anything, but do I get annoyed whenever she shows up AND RUINS JAMES? Yes. Yes, I do

Anna, the icon ✨ She didn’t show up as much as I thought she would, but I’m pretty sure she’s gonna have her whole thing with Ariadne now (I guess), so we’ll have more of her. She’s sneaky and very observant, like, all the times she was narrating, she kept pointing out things about the characters that other characters that are closer to said characters didn’t know. ICONIC BEHAVIOR

Thomas went through so much in just one book. I felt bad for him 🥺 He’s the parent figure of the group and I can relate with that so much lol

I loved Christopher 🥰 A very sweet genius. He deserves the world

 This is already so long, but the complete the whole thing about the characters, I loved the Herongraystairs moments, they’re everything to me ✨ and I loved to see TID characters being parents, they’re great and you can see some of their traits on their children, and that’s some great writing for me. I thought the ending was good and now I can’t wait to see what Tatiana and Belial are going to do 🙃 They will probably destroy some lifes and make me cry along the way

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[zeninsama-moved]

Just saw that you said you kinda want ideas for oneshots and headcannons,, that is a MISTAKE cause now I’m gonna spam your ask with them sorry I don’t make the rules but those two dorks (menthol aki and reader) are plaguing my mind so I have a lot of ideas aknxkskskskskxja

-Reader begging aki to let her do his makeup and he caves cause of course he does and she makes him look even more pretty

-aki taking reader to a club because she begged and the whole time she’s dancing on him he’s just like :| staring daggers into all the men who are looking at reader, bonus part is when they get home reader is fucking TRASHED and aki carries her to the bathroom and sets her on the counter to wipe off her makeup and brush her teeth for her meanwhile the whole time reader is saying stupid corny shit and akis like pretending to be annoyed but his heart is actually aching because she’s so cute

-reader makes one of those TikTok’s with the sound “using my scary dog privilege” and flips the camera and akis walking in front of her KSJXKAJHXIAH

-reader gets stranded on the side of the road cause of her car breaking down and akis in the middle of /something/ but drops EVERYTHING the second she calls and everyone is like bro you can’t just leave and he’s like uh yes I can and he bolts to her with his car and feels so bad cause something could’ve happened to her out there and it’s so hot and his poor princess was just waiting for him and he tries to fix it but she just wants to go home with him so he caves and leaves the car there and takes her back to his house and he just like,, doesn’t go back to what he was doing and instead dotes on her and feels bad cause it was the car he gave her and she could’ve gotten in a wreck or something (meanwhile readers like dude stop being so dramatic I just forgot to put gas in it and akis like ill literally kill you you’re so dumb but I love you)

-rem (I could literally keep going just let me know)

I submitted this on cyancherub too but I’m just shouting this into the void dont mind me I just need to talk to anyone and everyone about this fic and Headcannons I have for it

REM, U REALLY CAME THROUGH WITH THIS! cassie showed me ur original message and something immediately stood out to me... lemme just reply under the cut <3

THE CLUB PART!!! WE HAVE SOMETHING SIMILAR ALREADY IN MIND FOR THE PREQUEL!!! it's not a club but it's a party setting and aki taking care of reader after they get shloppy drunk would be so sweet... that's always one of my favorite tropes. maybe if reader asked aki to stay with them... omg. JUST KNOW THAT THIS IS COMING!

also the stranded one is so believable given reader's bf in the prequel is such a shithead and he wouldn't know the first thing about cars... meanwhile aki has been fixing them up since he was a child and he'll always come to the rescue... just like how he always "comes" to your–

[tragcdysewn]

below the cut is a lil update for all my muses and how they’re doing with all this, which also doubles as a starter call! by default, i will be keeping all pre plot drop threads chill and taking any new starter requests as we’ll just do two threads, but if you want to transition anything feel free to dm me! i’m feeling feral so no caps, just tell me who you want the starters for and from!

abigail mckinnon

girl is Stressed™️ lmao. she’s working on finding a way out and is shooting off any spell she can think of. another random attack with her family involved? nope girl is throwing fists **open to injury/death/etc

adora

thank god she smuggled in the she-ra sword, bam bam we’re chopping heads and she’s having a bit of a fun time though she’s absolutely freaking out

ahsoka tano

she! is! tired! she wants to rest let her know PEACE lmao. she’s fighting and protecting anyone she can but she is not fucking happy about it **open to injury/death/etc

allana solo

allana is way too drunk to be dealing with this shit, they were already struggling with her dad being around and now this? fuck no

alphonse elric

look can he do alchemy without needing the circle? yes. is it his first instinct at this point? no not at all he’s been body slamming every problem for years give him a gun **open to injury/death/etc

ariana dumbledore

nope. absolutely not she is not a fighter she is doing the bare minimum to keep her ass alive and that is it

bela dimitrescu

umm.... she’s having fun. will probably eat some people alongside dracula this is literally her ideal night especially with both her sisters here now? perfect

bellatrix black

she’ll be protecting herself and voldemort and rhiannon and that’s about it why would she??? help the muggles??? hard pass lmao

beru lars

give her a gun!! she deserves it and will blow wolfman’s head off no hesitation!!! but until she gets one she is hiding

cassie lang

is absolutely in full hero mode doing what she can to help people, though this is so not what she’s used to so we’ll see how she does

darcy lewis

hiding under a table. she’s a normal person who does not bring weapons to formal events someone help her please

davina claire

fighting vampires and werewolves is p normal for her and magic makes it v easy she’s doing fine

elphaba thropp

she is not good at combat magic but will absolutely try to hit someone with a chair if she thinks it might manage to help **open to injury/death/etc

feng xin

...is a bow good against the fishman?? we’ll find out lmao i’m thinking he will be physically pulled from after his own ascension even if he doesn’t remember it but he doesn’t know all that so he’s just shooting

feyre archeron

this isn’t really that bad by her standards and she will be just looking for her kids and taking out anything that gets in her way lmao

hallie parker

should be hiding, is definitely filming all the insanity because she has negative levels of self preservation

howl jenkins pendragon

*insert ‘has anyone seen my son’ gif here* howl is full panic mode where the fuck are their wife and child???? 

james potter

man JUST got his memories back and wanted one nice night come on bro he deserves better than this shit but unfortunately will be protecting people because he’s incapable of not doing that

james witherdale

he is back to being fully aware so um good luck to anyone who runs into him and victoria tonight lol

jeyne westerling

she can throw a punch and that is about it she’s just gonna be helping get people into safe rooms and looking for a way out

jin zixuan

he definitely brought a bow man doesn’t trust anything to be cool and chill especially now he doesn’t have his sword? he is doing his best

korra

she’s not happy about this but she’s good at it so like she’ll do it ig?? would love one night where she doesn’t have to be the avatar thank you

lan wangji

...yeah he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, he’ll be protecting people and panicking wondering where the hell his family is at **open to injury/death/etc

lumine 

when in doubt, blame childe. i’m kidding. maybe. she will be doing her best to keep people safe though

lyanna stark

like... she wants to be fighting but this is so out of her wheelhouse that she is going to leave it to people who know what they’re doing lmao

marinette dupain-cheng

she literally can not leave to transform so she’s fully stuck with no powers and i honestly do not know how she’ll deal with that

mj jones 

when in doubt, start swinging at shit until you get somewhere safe. that is her whole plan got help her

mobei-jun 

absolutely tried to portal out and ditch pretty much everyone but like... the demons and qinghua and was pissed when it didn’t work but like he’ll commit murders i guess

mya stone 

nope. hard no she didn’t sign up for this she is hiding in the bathroom immediately 

nie mingjue

...i don’t wanna say he’s happy about this but like... he’s kind of hype he gets to fight shit again to be totally honest **open to injury/death/etc

renesmee cullen

yikes this is not their speed at all! she’ll do what she can to get people to safety but they’re not going to be out here swooping in to save the day

rose weasley

might do a bit of fighting but she really just does not enjoy it and is not good at it as she should be to manage this kind of scenario

sheev palpatine

will be playing the part of good guy politician to a t, helping out where he can to get people to safety and reassure everyone that they’re figuring out a solution

shen qingqiu

this man is so so drunk please help him. he is armed. he will attempt to fight. he will absolutely not do well honestly he’s so lucky he’s got people protecting him he’d be so dead otherwise

thanatos

they canonically turn situations like this into a dumbass game so catch them floating around laughing as they kill shit

ty lee

will try to fight but realize very quickly she is out of her depth and just focus on getting people out

wanda maximoff

she figured something was gonna go wrong, it’s like half the reason she showed up and she will be in scarlet witch mode protecting anyone she can

wen qing 

she has her sword, and can use it, but ultimately they are a doctor and this is not at all their area of expertise catch her swinging blindly **open to injury/death/etc

xiao lanhua

girl is RUNNING she is canonically terrible in a dangerous situation she will just be screaming and getting the hell out **open to injury/death/etc

yor forger

officially she is a mild mannered sweet little house wife but also um don’t threaten her husband and her kid thorn princess mode is on lmao

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#5

look besties im gonna need you to stop making try guys tiktoks to fucking hamilton songs.

13 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

but like all this as accomplished for Cassie is pushing her further away from maddy and into nate’s arms like. idk.

16 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#3

cassie, looking at suze concussed: if it's a concussion you have to keep her conscious, okay, ask her questions!

lexi: what's it like being a good mom?

cassie: stuff she knows!

20 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#2

tiktok: ‘why did nate scare and kiss maddy, tell jules he likes her and then tell cassie he loves her?????? :/’ me: BECAUSE HE’S A MANIPULATOR BESTIES

22 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

like here’s my 1am hot take. suze doesn’t have to like cassie right now. no one has to liek cassie. lexi and maddy never have 2 forgive her. that’s fine. it sucks for cassie and it’ll hurt but her actions have consequences. suze doesn’t have to like her but as a parent, u should always... care abt ur child u know? idk my friends dad used to say ‘i might not always like you but as ur dad i’ll always love u’ and like. suze doesn’t have to even show cassie sympathy. she just needs to show her she cares abt her. and suze is incapable of doing that. even if the whole ‘i want to die’ is for attention (which is a dangerous horrible thing to say or push, looking at u sam) it also shows she’s in pain. 

23 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

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Wow that’s { CASSANDRA HARRINGTON } ?! I know they have been told they look like {KENZIE ZIGLER } but I cannot see that. { SHE } is a { FOURTEEN/FIFTEEN (and possibly older for future!aus) AND FEMALE } who was born on { JUNE 4TH }! Here are some incoming info about her!

Cassandra, or Cassie for short, is the younger sister to Steve Harrington. She is the same age as the core younger kids, being a freshman at Hawkins High school

Cassie knows little to none about the upside down and the things about Hawkins. She  does think it is weird that her brother hangs out with kids her age all the time - but she really doesn’t question it.

Cassie has been a dancer since the day she could walk, her mom putting her in ballet classes. Though she is no prima-ballerina, the dance studio is her second home probably being there more than her actual house, also having a job at the studio co-teaching with the younger kids (5-7 year olds)

Once Cassie was in high school, she did try out for cheerleading joining the squad, it did cut her time for most of her dance classes - but she does still work at the studio.

Her grades have always been good - never going to be valedictorian but they are good enough to get her into a good college and out of Hawkins. 

RELATIONSHIP THINGS, if you see this and want to interact this is not set in stone - we can change anything or disregard it entirely. 

Steve: When growing up, there is about a five to six year age gap between the Harrington siblings, but they had always been close. He often is bringing her to school or picking her up from dance. 

Dustin: She has a crush on Dustin, simple as that. Cassie knew him but really got to know who he was from the way Steve talked about him. She totally would have dance with him at the snowball in season two and she was very bummed when she found out when he went to summer summer camp that he got a girlfriend. She’d never try and break them up, she loves seeing Dustin happy.

Will: Cassie and Will are close friends. Honestly she was probably around him the most when everyone separated off in s3 making them closer. 

Robin: Robin is her older sister, there isn’t much there. but sometimes Cassie just needs an older sister figure to talk to because she can’t just talk to Steve about everything.

Nancy: Cassie loves Nancy, and honestly misses having her around with her brother - also the only ex of Steve’s she likes

El & Max: She gets along with both of them well, but they honestly don’t have too much in common, though they have all gone on shopping trips before, and she does try to hang out with Max after El moves away with the Byers - even though she gets pushed away just like the boys do.

Mike: She doesn’t like Mike. She finds him annoying, and honestly some times rude as fuck. Though if for whatever reason a group of them are hanging out, or some how they all end up at the Harrington house - she is tolerable of him.

Lucas: She knows Lucas, Lucas knows her, probably have had some classes together, and being on the cheer squad - she has been to plenty of games to see him sit on the bench.

Chrissy: Chrissy took Cassie under her wing, having fought for the younger girl to be on the squad, even though she knew nothing about Cassie, she just knew the girl already knew counts and was able to keep up more than any of the other freshmen girls who tried out.

Eddie: Cassie only knows of Eddie, and what she heard through her brother and Dustin - She still doesn’t understand anything about DnD so there is just a lot of nodding and okaying Dustin to death when he talks about Eddie and DnD.