#sorry if this is old news to everyone for some reason it never clicked to me before lmao

[ryouverua]

So it just occurred to me that all the anti-Monokuma ‘weapons’/electrobombs have Miu’s cartoon mouse symbol plastered on them, and Monokuma is *afraid* of mice. I don’t know why it took so long for me to piece that fun little detail together (maybe because the fear of mice is only really mentioned in SDR2??) but, huh. That’s pretty neat actually.

[uglypastels]

i have to say this, eddie love fucking you when you’re in a messy bun and your glasses almost falling down your nose. Chef’s kiss

Chef's kiss indeed and i hope this is ok, but this gave me major librarian!reader vibes, and I meant to make this pure filth, but as I started writing, I realised that I adore these two wholeheartedly, so please enjoy the fluff fest around it.

warnings: 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v sex. sex in a public place. unprotected sex (dzon't dzo it). swearing.

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Working in the Hawkins Town Library, you got to be in the presence of almost everybody who lived there, from the youngest readers to the eldest. Everyone needed books for one reason or another, let it be homework research, recipes or just some entertainment. There were the quiet readers who settled themselves somewhere in a corner to spend the rest of the day with their noses in between the pages; the ones who search for hours for the one book they had their mind set on the moment they walked in; the ones that, for whatever reason, forget to stay silent. There were fans of fantasy as well as historical non-fiction, philosophy and romance. There was a place for everybody here. 

With such a variety in patrons, it was only natural you grew to have favourites. Some might be more self-explanatory than others. Of course, your heart doubled when Julie came in with her daughter, Sandy [who just turned six!], to pick out a new book every few weeks. Or old man Farrell who already knew all the facts in the books he checked out and was more than happy to share with you.

It could come to most people as a shock then that the person you looked forward to seeing the most was none other than Eddie Munson.

Surprisingly, he could be the definition of the perfect library patron. Besides the fact that he had never been late with book returns, when you started working there, the first few times Eddie came by, he scared you to death—so quiet was he, sneaking around the aisles and up to the counter to check his stacks of books out.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya there, sweetheart,’ he said as he put the books on the desk. 

‘It’s alright.’ You started picking up books from the pile, stamping in the date on the inside sheet. ‘Might have to consider getting a bell.’ You smiled, ‘that way I could hear you coming.’ 

‘Hmm, too bad I don’t have a bell.’ Eddie clicked his tongue but reached into one of his pockets, ‘but… would these do?’ He pulled out a handful of thin metal chains. They rattle around. 

‘Why do you have those in your pocket?’ You asked curiously as you gave him back the books. 

‘Always have them on me– I mean, on my jeans, but I take them off when I’m hear. Don’t want to disturb anyone.’ And with that, he gave you a shy little smile that made your heart melt. 

‘That is, actually, really sweet of you.’ If only more people were so considerate. ‘Thank you.’ 

‘Yeah, well, I have my moments.’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘See ya.’ You waved as he walked away, barely able to contain the smile on your face that the metalhead had caused. 

Not a lot changed since that day, but your and Eddie’s conversations did begin to grow. You’d keep on talking while you checked out his books, sometimes for so long that another patron would have to interrupt to get their books. Then, Eddie would pop by your desk to ask for the location of some particular book— one you had never heard of, in all honesty, but he probably easily could have found it if he bothered to look through the cards. 

‘Excuse me, sweetheart,’ he’d clear his throat, ‘do you have any idea where I could find Carrots Love Tomatoes?’ 

‘Sorry?’ You must have misheard the title.

‘Carrots Love Tomatoes: Secrets of Companion Planting for Successful Gardening. It’s for my uncle.’ Eddie would clarify, reading the title out from a scrap of paper he had scribbled on. 

‘Right. Do you know who it’s by, perchance?’ 

‘I’m surprised you don’t.’ He reread the paper. ‘Louise Riotte– shit, I’m definitely mispronouncing that.’ He quickly spelt it out for you.

Well, you had to admit, you weren’t personally familiar with Miss Riotte’s work, but you knew this library inside-out and told Eddie to follow you into the section you thought it most likely to be. The non-fiction section was off in the corner of the library, with only rectangular windows blocks near the ceiling, letting in barely any daylight. The light was, instead, coming from the lamps above you; they flickered and buzzed on the off-moments. 

Eddie stayed a step behind you as you navigated through the shelves, muttering the alphabet to yourself repeatedly as you tried to find the RI– shelf. Once you finally found it, you realised it was on the top of the bookcase, where you couldn’t reach it. 

‘It’s up there.’ You pointed, thinking that maybe Eddie would just get it himself now. But instead, Eddie offered to pick you up. A bit flustered, you accepted the offer and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your hips, the way his rings dug into your soft skin. He picked you up, and you grabbed the book quickly. Once back down on the ground again, you handed it over to him. Eddie thanked you with a large smile as he looked at the book. 

He frowned. 

‘Something wrong?’ You asked. 

‘No, no, it’s all good, thanks. It’s just that…I don’t know…’ He looked at the book a bit longer. ‘Oh, you know what? I think I must have read it wrong.’ He looked down at the scrap of paper again. ‘...yeah. That definitely says Catcher in the Rye. Well, thank you anyway, sweetheart. Really ‘preciate it.’ 

‘You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.’ You laughed. 

‘Uhm, I’ll have you know,’ he leaned against the bookcase by your side, ‘that this had actually all been an act of sheer brilliance.’ 

‘Oh?’ You were leaning against it, too, your shoulders almost touching. 

‘Yes. I would say that the way I got you here with me, away from all those people, is MacGyver-level brilliance.’ 

‘Don’t you think it might have been easier to just… I don’t know, just ask me to meet you here.’ You would have been going on a break soon anyway.

Eddie grinned as he leaned forward to you, ‘Now, what would be the fun in that?’ You could feel his breath on you. The scent of excessive bubblegum chewing greeted you. 

‘Fair enough,’ you tried to act cool, ignoring the hot flashes he was causing all over your body. ‘So, why did you want me to come out here? What couldn’t wait until my lunch break, Munson?’ 

‘Just wanted to say how cute you looked today.’ Eddie smiled, then, as if he remembered something– ‘Oh, and this–’ he leaned in, cupping your face in his hand, kissing you softly. 

So, perhaps, some things had changed over time. Smalltalk and jokes at the front desk turned into stolen kisses and hushed laughter in the dark corners of the library. Just as with everything around, Eddie was gentle and soft. His grip on you was there for support, to make you feel how much he wanted you near him. 

You pulled away with a small gasp, chest-beating fast, eyes fluttering open.

‘But I suppose I could have waited with that.’ Eddie said afterwards, his hand still on your cheek. 

‘I’m glad you didn’t.’ Your voice was hushed, but you kissed Eddie deeply instead of breathing in the air you needed. You pulled at his shirt to bring him closer, and his other hand reached for your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

‘You should probably get back,’ he muttered between kisses. 

‘Probably,’ you replied. Neither of you meant any of it, and you both knew it. You had no idea why you only saw each other at the library. Maybe because you always knew to find each other here; it was a certainty. Outside, it would be a mere coincidence to bump into Eddie. Here, you knew he would be here every week.

Maybe because it felt like a haven for both of you and it felt like a different reality—an escape from the real world. But it was precisely this that made everything else so fragile. Who knew what it would be like outside of these bookshelves? You didn’t want to know, so why risk it? What you had now, it was an unspoken agreement. One you both were more than happy with. It was special—a rarity. 

Everything- the kiss, the hold, the emotions, the heat- all intensified the longer you kept going. It was getting messy and rough. Eddie had locked you in between him and the bookcase. You could feel him all over you. His hair tickling your face, his cold rings on your skin, his clothes pressing into you, his— fuck, he was huge. You could feel him against your thigh, no hiding it. 

‘Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this the whole week.’ He breathed against your neck. ‘Haven’t stopped thinking about you.’ You would have told him the same if you could form an entire sentence. It was hard to concentrate daily when you had the memory of his touch plague you every day, and everything around you at your job was a heavy reminder.

‘Need… I need you, Eddie,’ you gasped out as he kissed your neck, right on the spot that made your knees go weak. ‘Please.’ 

‘Hmm, need you too, sweetheart.’ He was roaming his hand over your bare thigh underneath your skirt. Sometimes you wondered if anyone around had noticed that you really only wore them on days of Eddie’s library visits. Perhaps Eddie hadn’t picked up on that specifically, but he certainly enjoyed your style. ‘Drive my fucking wild in these short skirts of yours.’ The words rolled out of his mouth as he began unzipping his jeans. ‘Look so fucking good.’ 

‘Thank you,’ you moaned, giggling about how giddy you felt that he was complimenting you while preparing to thrust his dick in you. It was all so silly, so stupid. You were doing something incredibly risky, most likely illegal, but you couldn’t care one bit. All you could think about was how good he made you feel. How happy you felt with him. 

‘C’mere,’ Eddie groaned, pulling you up by your thighs, holding you against the shelves. Luckily, they were pretty sturdy, bolted to the ground, so his force pushing you against them barely mattered. On you, however, it was another story. 

‘Oh, fuck,’ you whimpered, trying to stay quiet at the feeling of him inside you. After letting you adjust quickly, he started thrusting in you hard and deep. The way he was moving against you, it made your whole body shake. You could feel your glasses slip down your nose. In the haze of it all, you had forgotten to take them off but were about to do so– when Eddie interrupted. 

‘No, keep them on.’ He kissed your cheek.

‘Why?’ you didn’t see a reason for them. 

‘Want you to see me fucking you.’ His smile was airy. ‘Besides, it’s hot as shit. The way you get so messy for me. And your hair,’ he punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust. One of his hands brushed some of your hair out of your face, ‘I wish I could take a picture of you right now. Would cum to it like every day.’ 

‘Gross.’ You joked, and in return, Eddie grazed his teeth over your collarbone, nipping at your skin slightly. 

‘Calling me gross as if you’re not getting fucked in the middle of the library.’ Eddie’s smile was contagious. As he continued, your glasses were falling again, but he quickly pushed them back over the bridge of your nose. ‘You’re fucking filthy, sweetheart.’ 

‘I’m–’ you gasped as he went deeper. 

‘Yeah, baby?’ 

‘I’m– I’m close, Eddie.’ You tried to whisper as best as you could, biting down on any noises that could be heard from afar.

‘Mmm, I know, you’re so tight. So perfect.’ he moaned through his last hard thrusts. You could feel your climax coming, knew how it would come, and quickly hid your face in the nape of his neck to muffle your scream of pleasure as it washed over you. Eddie rode it out with you, only moments behind. 

He held you briefly, letting you come down and stabilise your breathing. You smiled at eachother sheepishly and kissed deeply once more. There was nothing else to say.

Eddie pulled out, the emptiness hitting you immensely. It was a strange sensation, and you still didn’t feel quite yourself as your feet touched the ground again. But Eddie’s hands stayed on you for stability. 

‘You’re a dream, sweetheart. Just… unbelievable.’

Eddie brushed the loose strands of hair from your face again while you readjusted your glasses. There was nothing else to say.

Now came the awkward part where you timed your exit from the aisle and hid the guilty sex-glow look on your face. 

It was a slow day at the library, so no one awaited you at the front desk. You took your place and tried to shake off all your emotions, and it worked for the most part, except for the giant smile. That you just could not get rid of. 

It was still there when Eddie returned to you twenty minutes later, now accompanied by a new stack of books. 

‘Found everything you were looking for?’ You asked as you took the books from him. 

‘That and more.’ He leaned his elbows on the wood, grinning like an idiot. You had to tell yourself not to look at him, or you would get lost in those big brown eyes. 

‘I’m happy to hear that.’ You stamped the date into all the books and returned them to Eddie. ‘Here you go.’ 

‘Thanks, sweetheart.’ Eddie grabbed them under his arm. ‘Same time next week?’ He winked. Once, the words really were only meant for this little exchange. That had been all you were looking forward to—the small chat at the desk. Back then, you would have never imagined the things you would get up to with the metalhead in the barely visited sections of the library. 

‘See you, Eddie.’ You shook your head, still smiling, of course. And that was that. There was nothing else to say. 

At least, there wasn’t before. All those other times, that really would have been it. Eddie would have walked away, and you would have watched him do so while already awaiting his comeback. Yet this time…

This time, Eddie stayed in his place. 

‘Can I… help you with anything else?’ You raised a brow. 

‘Uhh–’ Eddie cleared his throat. ‘Yes. Yes, you could. See if I have these… these two tickets for this thing— a concert… and see, I have no idea what to do with this second one, so maybe you could help me with that.’ He spoke fast and like he was stumbling over an uneven pavement instead of words, but you followed it nonetheless.

‘Concert?’ You asked. 

‘Yes.’ He expanded with the name of a band you had never heard of before. ‘This weekend.’

You thought for a moment, or at least pretended to, as you already knew your answer. ‘I might have a friend who would be interested in taking that ticket off you.’ 

‘Any chance this friend of yours wears cute glasses, short skirts and works at my favourite spot in the city?’ 

‘She just might.’ You bit the inside of your cheek. 

‘Then it’s deal, sweetheart,’ Eddie slammed his hand on the table in excitement, then immediately cringed at the noise he made. That same noise seemed to have awakened a quick realisation in him: ‘Wait, we were talking about you, right?’

‘Yes, Eddie. I would love to go to the concert with you.’ You rolled your eyes at the needed clarification.

‘Cool, just checking. Great.’ he started walking away now. ‘Great. I’ll pick you up– wait; I don’t even know where you live.’ 

‘You can pick me up here.’

‘Do you live at the library?’ he asked quickly, and you were sure he was being serious.

‘No, Eddie, I do not, but I work weekends too. But you can bring me back to my place afterwards. Stay the night, maybe?’ Was that too much too quickly? You started to panic for a second, thinking you took it too far, but then Eddie replied, repeating his previous words.

‘It’s a deal, sweetheart.’

the end

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[angel-fics]

In honor of my newest series, i’ve decided to post a headcanon series to publish in between chapters so that y’all have something to read. Won’t be directly related to the series but can be kept in mind while reading. If y’all have a specific prompt you’d like to share, feel free to

Warnings: none, aside from a few foul language words, nothing to be concerned over

Random Quirks about the Boys

David:

* Cannot stand sweets, in any capacity, it hurts his teeth. Constantly thinks about cavities and diabetes even though he can’t get either. He just doesn’t like the flavor of sweet things, not even fruit. Marko once forced him to eat cotton candy and he tossed Marko off a cliff while struggling not to vomit.

* Knows everything there is to know about every metal band ever. It’s the only music he likes, with no variation, so he knows even the most underground bands. Even ones from out of state or other countries. And he’ll bring it up randomly into conversations with the others having no idea what he’s talking about. Max tries to learn to so David doesn’t feel isolated by it.

*Always the second to wake up at night. Sometimes the other boys will rotate between who wakes up first, it’s never planned, it just happens like that. But without fail, David will always wake up second, it’s weird and they don’t know how he does it. (Paul and Marko have tried multiple times to wake up at the same time and for some reason, it never works out and they always end up waking up first and third)

Marko

*This man has absolutely zero concept of personal space, it doesn’t even matter who he’s with or standing next to, he will always be just a bit too close. Strangers, children, old people. He’s banned from wandering off on his own for this very reason bc Max thinks he draws too much attention. Star and Laddie both love it tho

*Has experimented with pretty much every media of art and has settled into cooking, clothing up-cycling and mural painting. His absolute worst attempt was knitting, he couldn’t get the hang of it like the old ladies on tv and ended up throwing on of the needles into Paul’s eye

*Do not ask this man for anything if you need it. He will not have anything useful. No pens, gum, band-aids, tape, paper, snacks, drinks, hair ties, nothing. He will always have a needle and thread and a stapler if you need that though. He likes to click the stapler in his brothers’ ears and Dwayne had to buy Marko a new one after he crushed it in his hands one time. Dwayne wasn’t even sorry about it which is why Marko held a grudge for months even after it was replaced.

Paul

*He gets so easily distracted that you’ll have to redirect him at least three times every conversation. There is no other way. He will not notice most things without express direction and he won’t try to either. Like, if it’s important, you will let him know

*He takes the most time getting out the door when the boys go out. David has shirt hair, Marko has curly hair that just needs to be gelled, and Dwayne is just an asshole about it. Both Paul and Dwayne’s hair is similarly cut and yet Dwayne never has trouble with his, and nothing pisses off Paul more

*Super dramatic, easily the most dramatic out of the four. He will over react to literally everything and is super expressive. He has a really loud sense of humor that only Star, Laddie and Marko can really stand. And that’s not just out of the Lost Boys characters, that’s out of literally everyone he’s ever interacted with

Dwayne

*He’s secretly super competitive. Like, he’ll try to come off as aloof as David is, maybe even more so, but he is super competitive for the dumbest things. It’s not about girls, most sports, or kills when they feed. It’s about who gets out the door first (always him just to piss off Paul), or who’s bike is the cleanest in the mornings before they go to sleep, or who ate the most food. He’s competitive about things the others don’t care about in the slightest

*Always over prepared with literally everything. Has a canvas bag just full of the most random and useful shit that he either keeps with his bike or tied to his belt loops to carry with him. It looks weird when he does that. He usually carries it because of Marko and Laddie and they are always asking him for stuff wondering if he’s actually managed to bring it. It’s spooky, but he always does

*Talks in his sleep, a lot, every single night. Doesn’t move around or anything, he’s stark still, just hanging there and talking. It absolutely terrifies everyone and they all avoid sleeping within six feet of him. It even bothers Max and he’s had to talk to Dwayne about it multiple times. Dwayne had no idea that he does it until Max said something bc he just assumed the boys were complaining to mess with him

[tunaababee]

we will be everything we say - Chapter 3

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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.

As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.

But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: sorry for the delay today, had a big weekend! this is one of my favourite chapters so far. i hope you all like it!! :)

Chapter 3: fifteen and sixteen

High school was already rough as it was for Rhysand. Trying to stay on top of his grades, meeting the expectations his father had for him, attempting to stay on the good side of all his teachers despite all the trouble he managed to constantly get into regardless of his best efforts. All of it was made slightly easier, though, by his friendship with Feyre and how the two of them persevered despite it all. She had never faltered in her loyalty and care since the day in the park that they had met as small children, and Rhys never hesitated to return it all in kind. Azriel and Cassian were practically brothers to him, Amren was wise beyond her years somehow and Mor was… well, Mor. He loved them all so much, but he never quite clicked with all of them the same way he did with Feyre. It was like they could read each other’s minds.

But soon, maintaining that deep and important connection with her was going to be a bit more difficult than he had hoped – his father had told him that they were moving within the fortnight.

It wasn’t anywhere too far away, only a handful of suburbs over in Velaris, but they had been on the same street together for almost as long as Rhys could remember. Living so close to Feyre felt almost as natural as breathing, so the idea of adjusting to an atmosphere without her in close orbit was nerve-wracking to say the least. There wouldn’t be any sense of excitement when he heard his front door unlock, or any quick escapes to the Archeron household anymore. He couldn’t help but resent his father for it.

“Dude, the fuck do you mean you haven’t told her yet?” Cassian spat out in surprise, the two of them keeping pace with each other during gym class. “Feyre will want to know, and it’s not exactly going to be subtle when one day she sees another family moving into your old place.”

“I know, I know. I haven’t been keeping it from her on purpose, I just… Finding the right time is difficult! I don’t want to tell her at a time when it’s gonna stress her out or something.”

“Rhys, you’re moving to the other side of town. It’s gonna stress her out at least a little no matter what.”

Rhys huffed a little at him with a defeated look - he always hated it when Cassian was right about these things, but it was one of the reasons he loved him, too. Underneath that mess of a man-bun and the muscles he was trying so desperately to continue to build was a heart of gold like no other, and it was exactly why he thought of him like a brother. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just- she’s my best friend, y’know? I love her a lot, and I fucking hate that I’m gonna have to tell her because I know it’ll hurt.”

“Believe me, buddy, everyone knows you love her.” A small wiggle of his eyebrows accompanied his sentence, but Rhys swiftly elbowed him in the side without a second thought. Cassian’s hands launched to where he’d made impact, face contorted in some mild pain and discomfort.

“Fuck off, she’s my best friend.” Rhys chuckled, smiling a little at him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Cassian wheezed out, grumbling to himself as the two kept running.

The worries about how he would break the news of his impending move kept swirling in his mind like an inky whirlpool throughout the rest of his classes, distracting him from Feyre who was walking right beside him out of the halls of Prythian High at the end of the day. She had been talking about how she was struggling with her reading for English class – she’d never been a big reader, let alone one for analysing texts – as he looked over at her when they walked through the doors and out into the golden sun beating down relentlessly in the spring afternoon. The light hit her face and it broke him from his worries and launched him directly into a different kind of stupor. The curls of her hair, the stunning steely blue of her eyes, the soft pink of her smiling lips being hit by the sun just right to make it almost look like she was glowing next to him as they walked.

She was perfect.

He elected to adamantly ignore the twist in his heart at the thought – she was his best friend, of course anyone would think their best friend was beautiful. Best friends are meant to be the person to hype you up, anyway. It was perfectly normal, and he shoved the feeling to the side in his head as he wrenched his gaze forward onto the pavement in front of him.

“…So anyways, I’ve never really been one for maximalist work, but Miss Stryga seems to only love works that are so busy and cluttered. I have no idea what I’m going to do for this next – Rhys? Hellooo?” Feyre waved her hand in front of his face with a confused expression. “Earth to Rhysand?”

“Huh? Sorry - sorry, you were saying about Miss Stryga?” Rhys scrambled to catch back up with what she had been saying, only half-listening as he had been waxing poetic to himself.

“I was saying I don’t know what I’m gonna do for this next assignment for her since I prefer more minimalistic abstract. Geez, you’re all over the place today.” She laughed lightly to herself, shaking her head a little bit at him.

“Yeah, my bad… I think I might have overdone it at soccer practice today or something. Just been really tired lately.” He rolled his shoulders back, stretching his neck slightly to emphasize his point. In reality, he had barely been able to give his all at soccer today whatsoever because of everything on his mind, but that was between him and the coach’s extra ten laps he’d been given.

Feyre quirked an eyebrow, her face concerned as she tried to break through the slight walls he was putting up. “You’re not up late at night playing WoW or something again, are you? Because I’ve seen you active on Skype late at night sometimes, and I know you got way deeper into it than you ever meant to.”

“How would you know if I’m up late playing games unless you were up late too, hmm?” He smirked at her with a feline grin, trying to get a slight rise out of her. There was nothing he loved more than their dumb, spirited arguments about everything and nothing at all.

Feyre’s mouth opened and closed a few times listlessly as she tried to come up with an excuse, Rhys nudging his side playfully into hers as they strolled down the pathway beneath green trees and next to gardens in full bloom. “Well, I- I’m not- That’s different, I’ve been trying to get work done!”

“Uh huh. Am I right in assuming that the work you’re doing involves watching Ouran High School Host Club or something in some capacity?”

A sheepish expression crawled up on her face, cheeks slightly pink. “…Maybe. I can’t work without background noise, what can I say?”

“See, now I know that’s a lie, because you’re always going on about how you prefer subs to dubs. While I’ve been busy studying the virtual blade, you’ve been busy being nerdier than I am.”

Feyre’s mouth was agape in mock offence, looking at him with her hands on her chest as if she had been mortally wounded. His eyes were definitely only on her hands, and not slightly lower at all. He was so respectful and focused on their conversation right now, it wasn’t even funny.

“Wow. I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from that. You’ve killed me. I’m going to fall to pieces and rot.”

“You’ll live, darling.” He put a sarcastic, joking emphasis at the end, mussing up her hair slightly with a laugh as she tried to swat his hands away. Feyre practically jumped toward him to try and mess up his own hair the moment he backed off. Unfortunately for Feyre, ever since he’d started high school he’d only grown taller and shown no signs of stopping even now in his sophomore year. By now he was almost a head taller than her, having to look down a little to talk to her. 

A small sigh escaped him as they continued to walk, most of the other kids on their way home having split off in their own directions, leaving the two of them the only ones roaming through the quiet roads on the way back to their street. A small pit of dread formed in his stomach when he recalled that he didn’t have many of these walks left with her - they were one of the favourite parts of his days. He didn’t have to be the soccer team captain or the cocky troublemaker or the perfect son with the perfect looks and the perfect grades. He could just be Rhys. No expectations, no roles to play, no masks to wear.

Just Rhys and just Feyre.

He had to tell her and he was going to hate every fucking second of it.

“...Hey, uh, Feyre, can we talk a sec?”

She stopped a few steps behind him, Rhys stopping to turn to her when he realised she wasn’t following alongside him.

“I thought that’s what we did every day anyways, what the fuck are you talking about?” She looked completely puzzled.

He brought a hand up behind his head, looking down a little awkwardly. Rhys could feel his heart pick up pace.  “I mean, yeah but… Like, serious talk for a second.”

Feyre caught up with him, the two of them continuing to walk together - Rhys could only focus on the expression of pure concern and worry on Feyre’s face. She was too good to him.

“You certainly sound serious. Is everything okay? You know that if your dad is being shitty again, you’re always welcome at mine - it’s pretty much your home, too.” Her hand came to lightly rest on his bicep, her eyes boring into him to try and read his expression. To glean even an ounce of what was going on in his head.

“No, it’s not like that- I mean, sorta? But not in that way. Promise.” Rhys tried to reassure her, not wanting her to think that he’d acquired any more bruises that weren’t from falling on his ass at soccer practice.

“As much as you’re trying to reassure me, it’s not exactly making me less worried.” She squeezed his arm lightly. His chest felt tight.

“Fair play, I guess. Um… Y’know how my dad’s been really busy with his business and everything lately?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, it’s been going good. Like, really good. But…” The dread gnawing at the pit of his stomach continued to grow and grow, getting heavier by the second.

“Rhys, I am begging you to just be straight with me right now.”

“He’s making us move.”

“...Oh.”

The two of them had stopped walking, facing each other as Rhys’ tongue began to feel like lead in his mouth. He knew he had to keep going, to explain to her that he wasn’t moving too far away, that they just wouldn’t be on the same street, but the expression on her face in that moment nearly broke him. Fuck. Fuck, this isn’t how he had wanted this to go. Then again, if he had his way, none of this would be happening in the first place. The silence stretched between them, tense and taut and ready to snap like a rubber band.

“I-It’s not as bad as it sounds-”

“Do you know where?” It was obvious she was trying to hold back tears, lip quivering slightly and eyes glassy.

“Just a bit further away, the other side of town - Velaris. I’ll still be in Prythian, just- just not Wildebloom. Only a handful of suburbs over.”

Rhys thought that reassuring her would have helped quell her worries and make her feel relieved, but instead he only saw her grimace deeply before pushing him roughly by the chest.

“You couldn’t have fucking opened with that? I thought you were leaving town or something - fucking hell, Rhys!” Feyre sniffled, wiping at her eyes a little as she tried to collect herself. The fact that he’d made her cry, even without intending to, made his stomach twist into guilt-ridden knots. He tensed for a moment, not wanting to overstep or seem like he was trying to condescend to her, but every bone in his body was screaming at him to comfort her somehow. His hands balled into tense fists for a moment at his sides before he let out a long exhale, willing the tension and compulsion to subside.

“I’m sorry. I just… I hadn’t said anything because I was really hoping that whatever my dad was planning didn’t work out, but then it did, and knowing it in my head was one thing. But telling you? That makes it all so real, and I fucking hate it. I know we’ll still see each other at school and we can still hang out, but it’s… You and I both know it’s not the same.” Rhys couldn’t have stopped himself rambling if he tried, desperately trying to make Feyre understand and make her feel even just a touch more at ease. He hated nothing in this world more than seeing her upset.

She took a deep breath, pausing a moment before jerking her head forward in the direction of the way they had been walking. Rhys quietly followed, falling into step beside her again in the most uncomfortable and tense silence he’d ever experienced. She kept close to him, occasionally sneaking glances at him as they walked in silence, breaking her gaze away from him whenever he caught her looking. Soon enough, they were approaching their little street in the distance - they could already see Rhys’ house from here.

This is not how Rhys wanted to spend one of the few walks he had left with her.

Feyre broke the silence first.

“...When are you leaving?”

“Two weeks.”

“And how long have you known you’re leaving?”

“...Also about two weeks. I’ve been freaking out about how I was going to break it to you the whole time.” Rhys could see her wince a little, dragging her hands down her face with a sigh that weighed on his shoulders heavily. Guilt continued to snake up from his stomach, twisting around his neck now - tight, suffocating, tangible.

“I’m assuming the rest of our friends know, then?” There was a slight venom in her words.

“Not for long. A few days or so, I think?”

She paused for a moment, considering everything. Their pace was slow and meandering, almost at a complete standstill - Rhys didn’t want to go home without knowing that Feyre was alright, that they were going to be alright. Feyre looked up at Rhys, her face still slightly pained, but there was a softness there that wasn’t present a moment ago.

“I know you. I know you would have wanted to find the perfect moment to tell me that you were moving, at a time and place that I would have been able to easily accept it and move on like it was nothing. But you know that there would have never been a perfect time for you to tell me this, right?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I wish you’d have just told me when you found out, you prick. You’re my best friend. I wanna know these sorts of things, even when they fucking suck.” She put an arm around his waist, pressing herself to his side for a moment with a light squeeze before letting go. He felt his cheeks warm slightly, hoping and praying Feyre wouldn’t notice.

“Sure, but who ever wants to talk about the things that suck? I’d much rather spend my time giving you shit.” Rhys chuckled lightly, the atmosphere distinctly lighter and that horrid weight seeming to lift a little bit as they continued up the street.

“Wooow. Firstly, rude. Secondly, I think we have to focus on your shit now if anything. If you think I’m letting you pack and not helping out, you’re delusional. Good excuse to spend more time before you move, anyway.”

“Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean that we can’t still spend time together, you know,” Rhys insisted as they passed his driveway - he always made sure to walk her to her house, despite the fact that it was only two doors down, and today wasn’t any different. Any excuse he could get to spend time around Feyre he would always take without hesitation. “We can always meet up halfway and have lunch out in town or something. Plus I have my license, so I can come pick you up to whisk you away on adventures.”

Feyre’s laughter was almost like music to his ears, eyes closed and smile wide. She was so stunning and so unaware of it.

“Now I can finally have the cliche teenage experience of sneaking out at night to see a boy, how thrilling.”

The places Rhysand’s mind went to when she said that made chills run down his spine, shifting on his feet as he tried to shake the mental images Feyre had unwittingly conjured. He was so normal about this right now.

“Hey, you just text me and I’ll be there. No sneaking required. Besides, I’m not just a boy, I've been your best friend since we were little kids. I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind.”

“He barely notices when I’m gone for school or for my job, I think he’s too checked out to mind much of anything.” 

As much as Rhys hated that fact, he tried his best to take it in stride just like Feyre did. She turned to start heading up to her front door, Rhys grabbing her hand for a moment to give a small but reassuring squeeze before she went inside. To tell her that he was sorry but that he appreciated her all the same after all they’d talked about today. But instead of letting go, she gripped tighter for a second, and Rhys felt the world slow down a little bit as he watched Feyre get on her tiptoes. Her expression turned to a smirk before her warm lips met his cheek and he knew his face had turned red at that very moment. Feyre simply grinned wider as if she hadn’t just thrown his world off its axis, walking up to her door with a wave back at him.

“See you tomorrow, Rhys.” She said nonchalantly, heading inside and closing the door behind her.

Rhysand simply stood dumbfounded at the end of the driveway, staring at that white wooden door with his hand pressed to where her lips had met his skin. It felt like live electricity was still dancing along his cheek, jumping between his fingers, spreading down through his veins. He had half a mind to march up to her door, let himself in and crush his body to hers as he kissed her with everything he had.

But instead, Rhys turned and walked two doors down, mouth still agape in surprise. There was no denying to himself anymore that he was so deeply, desperately in love with Feyre Archeron. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him. His friends all already knew it, too. But she was his best friend, and he was moving soon.

So he kept that truth to himself, a secret that he wore on his sleeve like a uniform from that day forward, and unlocked the door to his house before heading inside.

[drkmgs]

The Writer's Reader

Lady Lesso x Chantea Withlock (OC)

Warning: none for now

Story type: Series

This story is also available on Wattpad.

This story is completely based on the Netflix movie The School for Good and Evil.

Summary: Chantea Withlock was born in a family of writers and readers. The only reason why she stands out is because of her stories. Have you ever heard a story wherein the villain wins and gets the girl? No? Well, welcome to Chantea's World.

2. Chapter

Chapter 1

Chantea Withlock. A bright 22-year-old woman who loves to read and write. When she lost her mother due to an unknown illness, her father would read his own stories to her until she fell asleep. Growing up, she had to learn how to take care of the house with the help of their neighbor, Lady Eleanor. She also taught the young woman how to read and write while her father was away. Soon, she was able to do the house chores alone and write her own stories.

In the little town where she lives, people would often describe her as a simple princess because of her chosen clothes and her characteristics. She is friendly, polite, and full of imagination. Her medium-length brown wavy hair would bounce up and down while she skipped through the streets to her house, her blue eyes would sparkle when she found new books, and her skin was as brown as the freshly cooked crossaints she would devour in the early mornings.

She would often be seen wearing her white lace blouse, a dark brown soft corset and the sane colored skirt as it's her favorite clothes, but it would change into a dark brown cotton blouse and grey checkered lizzy dress for time to time. Basically, her wardrobe color consists of brown, white, and grey. She would just mix and match everything she has.

"Good morning, Chantea! You came at the right time! There are newly arrived books and papers for you at the back!" The daughter of the local bookstore owner told her. In exchange, she would give them one of her written story, which a lot of people loved, because have you read a book, where as the villain wins and gets a happily ever after? No where, right?

"Thank you so much, Grace! Here's the continuation of The Evil Dean. I hope you'll like it!" You smiled and gave her a handcrafted pocket book.

"No way! You wrote it that fast! Is it possible that The Evil Dean and the princess end up together? Because I know it's erringly to imagine that two women would end up together and what would people think about it!" The young woman talked in a hush voice as if she's gossiping about other people's business.

"Don't be silly, Grace! Of course they can be together! Love is for everyone. Just remember, as long as you don't hurt others, it shouldn't be a problem, and who cares what other people think? I am certain they have other major problems to think about! My stories that I have been sharing with you, they aren't even real, I have made them up — you know daydreaming while I was doing my chores and have you ever heard about a school for good and evil? I doubt there's something like that." You snorted as you look through some of the boxes filled with books.

You hear her gasped and grabbed your wrist, looking at you with wide eyes as if you just said something offensive. You look at her confused and wait to elaborate on her reaction.

"You have never heard of the tales about Sophie and Agatha? Or Leonora of Gavaldon?" Grace searched your eyes for something to click in your wonderful brain of yours, but you still had the confused look on your face. Have you been living under a rock? you thought, as this was the first time you heard those names.

"You haven't heard anything about the twin brothers who founded the school for good and evil to groom hereos and villains? Sophie and Agatha of Gavaldon saved the school from the evil twin Rafal and united them together?" Grace summarized the whole tale in one and is shaking your shoulders for you to wake up from your coma.

"I'm sorry, Grace, but my father always told me not to believe in tales until I have seen it myself, and my father isn't a big fan of hereos saving the princess because in all of us there is good and evil, there's a hereo and villain in us. We will always be a different character in someone else's story. I might be your princess friend who gives you free story time in this liefetime, but in others, I might be a wicked witch disguised as a writer who corrupts your mind into thinking same sex relationship is a good thing." You stopped her from shaking you by putting your hand on top hers, and you eyed her suspiciously to read if she saw your lie in your words, you snorted when she dropped her jaw and her arms to her side and has no clue you just told her a lie. You shook your head side to side and continued looking for new books in stacked boxes.

Your father isn't a fan of those popular hereos saving princesses from villains because for him, there is no such as fairy-tales. He only believes that surviving this cruel world is the only tale you should pass on.

You knew your father isn't the most innocent man on earth, but you have to give it to him. He's a good father. He could've just left and forgotten about his responsibilities, but no. He would come back home for a while to spend time with you and would bring various gifts. It's either new clothes, new papers, new leathers, inks, or quilts. He is indeed a good father, but if you look past that, if you only look at the things he does for a living, you'll probably have to pretend not to know him.

Despite your father's loathe against the stereotyped stories — you read them. Every single one of them, it would be a lie if you hadn't daydreamed about a knight rescuing you from this lonely place. It helped you cope with your parent's absence and being alone in a house for three people.

"Grace? You mentioned a name earlier... Leonora of Gavaldon? What happened to that girl?" You asked as you found a book with a stamp saying S. G. E. with golden swans around it.

"My mother used to tell us 22 years ago a girl named Leonora was taken from Gavaldon by The School of Good and Evil, for some reason, they saw something in Leonora and took her under a blood-red sky. Nobody heard from her ever again, but some say Sophie and Agatha from the same village. When they came back, people heard them talking about Leonora and that she is alive and well. The only thing that confuses me as to why she didn't come back like the two girls?" Grace furrowed her brows as she opened a new box filled with books.

"Could it be she wasn't fond of living in Gavaldon? Maybe she found her purpose in that school, that's why she decided to stay." You said, giving her a side eye.

"Probably. We will never know. Do you want me to pack those?" Grace asked as she saw how many papers and books you were carrying.

You nodded and handed her the stuff. Grace started to pack the papers neatly in a papier bag when she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh... I almost forgot! There was a lady asking for your books. She looked very noble and rich. She had this big puffy red hair, wore a suit like dress, and had a cane. I gave her the evil dean as I have already finished it." Grace finished packing your stuff and handed it to you to place them in your basket.

"Really? That's odd. Nobody has asked about my books before, right?" You asked as you organize your basket.

"Mhm! I think your books are getting popular these days and Oh! Her reaction to your book was like a child receiving a present on Christmas day!" Grace added, slamming her hands on the counter with a lot of enthusiasm.

You chuckle a little bit and nod at her enthusiastic reaction. You thanked her again and proceeded with your list of chores. The next stop is the bakery, which wasn't far from the books store. As you walk down the streets, a lot of villagers greeted you with a good morning, and how are you's, which you respectfully returned.

The smell of freshly baked crossaints had you almost drooling as soon as you stepped foot inside the bakery. You smiled at the baker and asked for three crossaints, which you traded with 3 gold coins. You thanked them and continued to check your list of chores.

When you were meters away from your house, you saw a man standing in front of your gate, which you had never seen before. You cautiousley eyed the man as you slowly stopped in front of him and entered the gate.

"Miss? Are you the daughter of Mr. Withlock?" The man asked with caution and insecurity.

"Depends who is asking." You replied to be sure if this isn't one of those scamming schemes.

"I'm — well was his assistant, Gregory, before he continued his travels to the east. He requested that I should personally deliver this letter to you or well his daughter — if you're his daughter. Oh! and in this bag, there are various tools and materials he also wanted to give you." He hands you an envelope and a sailor bag made out of high-quality cotton and leather straps.

"Well, thank you." You felt guilty for snapping at him, even though he was already shaking in anxiously, so you beamed him a small smile before he nervously walks away.

You ripped the envelope open, scanning through the letter, you gasped. Your father had turned himself in to the authorities and left you the house and the money he earned from his writing job. Everything else he owned was confiscated by the authorities.

Now, would be the perfect timing for a prince charming to enter and save you from your loneliness, but nothing happened. You sighed, stuffing the letter into your basket and carry the sailor bag into the house.

Little did you know a certain red fox was lurking in the bushes, spying on you. As soon as it saw you enter the house and made it's way back into the forest. Dashing through the branches of fallen trees and bushes until it came to a halt. Morphing back to it's human form. Crane stumped on the earthy ground, puffy red hair bouncing up and down, dusting her dress suit off, with a swift motion of her hand, a magical portal began to open, as soon as she was inside, the portal closed and the forest became dark.

To be continued...

[mostlymarvelgirl]

Forever & Infinity (Erik Lehnsherr)

WARNING(S): Angst, self harm intentions, sadness, losing control of powers, erased memory, nearly break up....

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@groot-the-tree-writes I'm sorry.. thus wasn't how it was supposed to go. But my mind wandered, and this is what cane out. Thank you for the idea

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IMPORTANT PLZ READ TO UNDERSTAND THE FIC: The reader here has some personality issues and suffers from bipolar disorder.

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" I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me. Now I look around and wonder if I like them."

That's what she said. Raven. It sounded very different when it came from her. A girl who once I remembered was no longer who I thought she was or she would be. I knew this one day would come.

People change, like the intricate design revolving in a kaleidoscope, never changing to the same pattern ever again yet, maintaining the old forms hidden but not gone. Perhaps, that's where it clicked.

I've always felt and also been told that to be like others and how they want to be. But I didn't quite listen to that. And no one should. I learnt this from someone. Yes. The one and only Erik Lehnsherr.

That man had an aplomb aura around him. The way he carried himself, it was something that most kids needed in this school. His way of talking, being precise about his decisions, having his things under his control and what not. He's my role model. And also my husband.

This is what everyone thought. And so did I at some point. His demeanor served as an allegory to society. But, knowing him for a long time, I knew he wasn't always like this all the time.

We all have our moments, where we face our rawest emotions at the highest degree. No one would believe me if I said that Erik Lehnsherr or Magneto could cry and feel guilt and disappointment. Well, Charles is an exception.

The reason for this entire thought is because of what I did. Erik never really showed his emotions to other people or outside. Which I can very well relate to. Because neither did I.

But being in a relationship meant that you were supposed to be there for the other person at all times. Well, I've clearly failed my duty and broken my promise.

He's been awfully quiet. Well, actually dead silent. His answers to me are short. Not just me, even Charles and the other first class xmen.

*FLASHBACK*

"This isn't how it's supposed to be, Charlie. The ending was too happy and very Disney type.", I said.

"Well, Y/n, not everyone and everytime has or have a sad ending. This is-", Charles was interrupted by the door opening.

The door opens. Erik walks in.

"What are you both arguing about?", Erik asked would raising his eyebrow knowing it was one of those silly debates on TV shows.

"Erik, just go away. You're interrupting our debate.", I replied casually.

"Please, not today, Erik.", Charles said.

*FLASHBACK END*

He left with no word. That was once. And it went on for days. Ignorance was not new to me. But, I never wanted someone to feel something bad like I did. He promised me that when we got married. And he tried many times to talk to me about my behavior. I just kept snapping back and ignoring him.

Slowly, day after day, I started noticing changes bit by bit. My mood was becoming worse, and I kept on harsh with him. Then it soon started to go to others.

I realized that I had become like them. Like everybody else. And it was just too late. He had left already. Without a word. And I deserved it. I was a pathetic person.

1 cut.

Maybe it'll help. For atleast a while.

I felt heat rushing to my wrist. I looked down in horror and realized what I had done. But....... it felt good. I deserved it.

2 cut.

The bathroom lights started to flicker. My powers were reacting. My body was telling me to stop. I could start seeing some black dots start to blur my vision.

Last thing I wanted was for Erik to hate me. Feel the way I used to feel during my younger years.

I could feel myself falling and heard a distant scream and a help. I was mentally awake, but my physical body was just paralyzed. I could everyone's voices. Hank, Charles, Jean, Raven and... Erik.

"I don't know if you can hear me or not, but this is too dramatic and selfish of you to do this to yourself. Remember? You said yourself. Now just hold on, you'll be alright.", Erik said while breathing heavily. I could feel the concern, sadness, and anger in his statement. Then I lost my mental consciousness.

*A few days later*

I felt cold. And numb. And my lips were dry and stuck with the other one. My arms felt cold and sort of thread like texture. My toes were freezing and fingertips as well. I could feel someone sitting beside me. I could feel their breath. They were sleeping. Their hand was near my ear. It was Erik.

I opened my eyes slowly. I was getting used to light, even though it was dim. The smell of sanitizer was abundant. And quite disgusting. I was in the mansion's basement. I tried to move my body, but it was somewhat paralyzed. I couldn't move it. At all. I tried talking, but all that came out was a light voice. Not words. It felt soo hard and rough. My throat was dry, and it hurt.

All I could slightly move was neck and my eyelids. I turned slightly towards Erik, who quickly got up, feeling the slight movement.

"Hey", He said in a low voice. He palmer my cheek, to which I leaned in, feeling the warmth of his hand.

I tried to talk, but all that came out were tears. And a light moan. I started to cry. After a long time, it felt as if weight was going out my body.

Erik pulled himself close over my body and ran his fingertips under my eyes to wipe my tears.

"Sshhh, It's okay... let it all out... it's not your fault.... just come back to me...it's alright.", his deep soothed me into loud cry.

My body immediately got up and fell over him. I couldn't handle my weight since I wasn't able to control my physical body. He just held tightly and rubbed my back holding me from falling back.

"Im-im-mm-so-sor-sor-rry Erik..', I said finally being able to speak.

"It's alright, I won't ever leave you again.. just stay with me... okay?", he said while holding my face and wiping my tears.

I probably looked horrible. But it didn't seem to bother him. He knew about my disorder. But it felt like it was my fault, and I did it with my intentions. No matter how much I tried, he just made me feel like it was never my fault, and he would always come back to tell me that.

"You did the same for me many years ago, many times. I made a vow to do the same for as long as I live. Forever and infinity?", he said while a tear escaped his eye and our foreheads touched. It may have looked cringe, but that's just who we are. And who we will be. No matter what. We will never part our ways. Together, we were everything.

"Forever and infinity."

[kikker-oma]

c r * c k f i c

Wild (tries) to get Snapchat 

Context: projecting my teenage life on wild because I feel old and I miss the days where there was still a “1” in front of my age 

Also the first like 5 paragraphs are crappy cuz I wrote them at 4:00am so if there is a lot of grammar errors that’s why

…

Alright, he’ll admit, the slate was cool and new when he first got it, but now the six runes were getting old. Wild couldn’t even access some of them anymore. That is what sparked his idea for something new. With the help of Purah, she managed to create an… Application Store.

That’s what lead him here, it was nighttime, and everyone was asleep (courtesy of him generously taking watch.) if Wild was being honest, he’s not a big fan of the night. There is nothing to do except watch and sleep. But this time, he had the slate, and the new application store which would make things a whole lot more fun. 

A few minutes of scrolling later, and he laid eyes on his new discovery. Snapchat you could take pictures, and not just boring vanilla ones, but special ones that could enhance the color and what not! Not only that, but you could chat with your friends on there. I wonder if Sidon is on Snapchat, Wild smiled to himself as he clicked the “install” button. 

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Wild scowled. He should have known Time would most definitely run through with Purah before making changes to his slate (Judging by his reaction to Stasis.). Still, not cool Time. The champion gazed over to the sleeping man he never gets sleep anyway, he doesn’t need it now. 

…

“Time?” 

A very loud whisper alerted the old man awake.

“Pssssst Time?” 

“What do you want? I was sleeping.”

“What’s your password?”

Time rubbed his eyes, judging by the looks of it, it was still the dead of night. He sighed and sat up, “What do you mean, password?” Wild urged the slate into his face why do they make these screens so bright he’s killing his eyes. “Oh, this.” Time paused, “No.” 

Wild glared, “What do you mean, no?” I’m not leaving this conversation empty handed, “You didn’t even see it!” 

“One, I did see it.” Time sighed, “And two, there is no way I am letting you talk to strangers when you can’t even differentiate a Yiga and a Hylian without using bananas.” Time slowly sank back down into the sheets, indicating the conversation was over. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeee Time!” Wild pulled his shirt, dragging the tired man back up, “I need it! All my friends have it!” 

“I’m pretty sure deer don’t have electronics Wild.” 

“Rude.”

…

The next morning, when Sky offered to go get firewood, Wild immediately tagged along.

“So Sky, I was thinking of making your favorite pumpkin soup for lunch.” Wild hummed as he watched the chosen hero’s eyes perk up. “And I’ll even take your watch tonight so you can sleep!” 

Sky immediately looked 10 times happier then when they first walked,

“That’s amazing! Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Well… do you know Time’s password?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t think he would want me to share it with you.” Sky sighed, and rephrased the sentence, “I mean that by the whole reason he has it is so you don’t go around downloading every application you see.” 

…

“Hey Wars, I need to download an application to get a battle log, could you tell me Time’s password to help me get in?”

“Can’t you just ask the old man?” 

“COME ON.” 

…

“So Four, I promise I won’t break any weapons if you tell me Time’s password.” 

“Wild we both know the only way you can’t break a weapon is if you are not in a ten mile radius of it.”

…

“Legend-“

“No.”

… 

“Please Twi?”

“Time told me specifically to not tell you, and ain’t no way I’m getting the look of disappointment.” 

…

“Hey Wind do you want to go on a stealth mission with me?”

“Captain told me not to talk to you until you get the world ‘password’ out of your head.” 

…

“Rulie you got to help me!!” 

“Time didn’t tell me because he knew I’d tell you. Sorry champ.” 

…

Let’s just say Wild never got Snapchat.

HA

Everyone knows Times password except Wild, that's beautiful😂😂😂

And legend absolutely cutting him off hahaha

Gosh Wild would absolutely find a way to befriend the Yiga and somehow be friends with Kohga lol. And Kohga would never know it's Link cus Wild is always putting filters on his photos haha

[shoko-komi]

This Special Edition of The Komi Report is split into multiple posts. This is Part Two. Click here for Part One

5. It's Emoyama, Continued

I'm only listing the final chapter, but the whole little arc about Emoyama is basically the 5th pick. It added a new word to my vocabulary – Emoi. I'd say that on its own warrants a place here. But that's far from the only reason. 

With Najimi tagging along for the ride, these chapters feel like old times again. Komi's got a problem communicating with a classmate, the three stooges (Komi, Tadano, and Najimi) put their heads together to reach an understanding, and goofs ensue. It's fun, it's funny, it's light, and it's sweet. And it's well set up, with Emoyama's reason for crisis (peeling the unripe fruit of Emoi) having occurred quite a while beforehand. 

Add onto that how long Emoyama has been around - she even appears as a teaser in the (current) final scene of the anime... 

...along with Lily Sukida. Now that's what I call venerable. Anytime a character like her finally gets some serious attention it's a surprise, a delight, and a treat. Komi's world is full of sleeper agents waiting for their moment. (Just btw, I super ship Sukida and Emoyama now. Maybe I should write a fic....) 

Plus... 

...it gave us this. Sledgehammer Komi...... 

I love you, Emoyama. And your mother

Honourable Mentions 407 – Interview  409 - Can't Say Sorry  416 – The Rest  417/418 - Ogiya/Super Awesome  427 – Cool  429/430 - Fuki's Story  433 – A Date with Rumiko 

Funniest Joke

Comedy is extremely subjective, so take this category with a grain of salt. But given how much I've had to say about Kawai, I doubt you'll be too surprised: 

When tf did she have time to make this??????? It's all of the buildup that makes this so memorable to me; how Kawai is so serious and intimidating until she bonds with komi. Then it's like a switch flips in her head. She's such a dork. 

The whole of 393 is one joke – Kawai made a DVD about how they'd benefit from marrying her – so I'm saying the whole chapter gets the funniest joke award and calling it day. There's no better way to explain why this one's a winner than to show you some screenshots, so enjoy: 

I love you, Kawai (it bears repeating) 

Most Emoi Moment

This award would have gone to the kiss, but there's an underdog who I think has worked harder for it. She's captain of the track team; an aspiring restaurateur; an old friend, a bitter rival, and a true hero; and she's never won a damn thing in her life. She needs this. 

She's Makeru Yadano at the year three sports carnival!!! I bet you were surprised this chapter wasn't mentioned among my top picks; not even the honourable mentions!! That's what we in the biz call a fake out. I could never forget my girl Makeru. 

Something I noticed while writing this - Yadano probably would have won... 

...except that Komi got a head start. You can see that Yadano starts a moment behind (because her teammates are Sarutahiko and Inui, RIP). A relay race is a team effort, so can you really say that Yadano lost? Maybe I'm undermining her personal growth moment. Whoops. 

emoi...............................

I would also like to pay my respects to Benujit Spopo, a walk-of-fame KCC gag in my opinion. It appeared this year! 

(From Ch. 404 – Tales from the Summer Festival, Part 2) 

I love you, Yadano

Reader's Choice

Now is the time. This is the moment. The most coveted and prestigious award of all – the Reader's Choice Award. (It's the most coveted and prestigious because it's determined by democracy 🫡) 

For this category, the Komi Report received a record-shattering four votes - that's right!! Four votes!!! From you, the readers. 

The votes were extremely varied, and it turned out to be very useful that most people named multiple chapters in their submission. I used a sort of preferential voting system – I tallied everyone's first choice and there was no winner, so I added everyone's second choice, then third etc etc. 

Thus we find our victor. With a landside two votes, the 2023 Reader's Choice Award goes to: 

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Paam pa du paam!! Chapters 417 & 418 – Ogiya & Super Awesome!!!! 

Well deserved!!!!!!!! Ogiya's story is heartbreaking; he was driven to become a literal man baby to escape the terrible price of popularity. Then Komi becomes the most assertive we've ever seen her as she keeps pushing him to accept her friendship. In the end, barriers are broken down!! Emoi!!!

I'm looking at this now... and Komi saying "It's alright. I'm super strong so I'll make sure you're alright" and the look on Ogiya's face.... that's making me tear up...

I love how Tadano and Ogiya are said to have been hanging out at other times before this event. It creates the feeling that these characters have lives when we aren't looking at them – very cool! It also demonstrates that Tadano attracts socially maladjusted people like a magnet. I'd say it's his gentle nature. 

My warmest thanks to everyone for their submissions. 

Conclusion

Phew... I'm knackered. I've been typing this in a document and the word count has passed 4,000... wowzers! 

If you've come this far, I extend to you my sincerest gratitude. I would have prepared and posted this even if I didn't expect anyone to see it, so to have someone read it all the way to the end is very cool. Maybe you even... enjoyed it?????? 

Here's my resolution for 2024 – I will strive to write every Komi Report as thoughtfully and conscientiously as I wrote this one. The weekly editions will be way shorter, of course. And I won't spend a whole week writing them, but each and every one will have the same love put into it 💪 

I hope this 2023 Annual Edition of The Komi Report got you excited about Komi Can't Communicate; whether that excitement is from being reminded of all the good times we've had, or from being annoyed by my opinions. Either way, you're thinking about Komi. 

I win. 

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Check out my Komitano AMV on youtube

Or my live action Komi-san compilation video

Thank you very much! Komi returns on January 5th, 2024. I'll see you then!!

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Can I request a Yandere!Impulse x Reader fic? preferably male reader but idm if not. In terms of plot, can you write something where he stalks the reader + takes pictures of them, and the reader ends up finding his 'collection' of photos. If not then just general yan hcs or smth is fine! Ty - 🌠 (Stargazer Anon)

First of all, thank you for being my first request, stargaze anon :]

Notes: I'm gonna pretend I'm confident in writing this. It's probably gonna be ooc and for that I am very sorry 😭

Already letting you guys know I am new to Tumblr and also sorry if there are any errors.

Yes, "chat" are viewers, this is C! and not CC! I don't do yandere content creators. Minecraft is real in this, please understand my logic here.

I meant for it to be male reader, I swear, but since I was sleepy at the time I wrote, it ended up being in a headcannon type of way, which means almost no dialogue so the gender is not mentioned. I also write in second person a lot so there's also that.

TWs: Yandere, probably ooc Impulse, stalking, kidnapping and someone taking pics of you.

C! Yandere ImpulseSV x Reader

What fear of rejection can cause

The first time Impulse caught a glimpse of you was during 3rd life.

His first feeling towards you was confusion. You were collecting wood at a random forest just by the time he was passing by it, some people would call it fate.

You were talking to your chat, small creatures that resembled allays, each of them with different personalities and distinguishing features. It took him a few seconds to remember who you were, he had never seen you before, having found out about you through Grian when he told everyone he had invited an old friend of his to the 3rd life server. Looking briefly over your features which matched with the ones his avian friend mentioned was all it took for him to shrug it off, not yet deeming you an enemy.

As expected from him, he went to chat with you, introduce himself and link a face to a name. Your chat seemed pleasantly surprised with his sudden appearance, excitedly chirping while spinning around your head and his, their little sounds unintelligible to his ears even though you could hear them yell his name very clearly. Impulse caught on to what they were doing quickly, having already gone through the same situation many times with other people. He smiled at the small beings and waved.

The first conversation of you guys was okay, awkward, if you were to describe it as anything else. After that the both of you just decided to keep to yourselves, having mutual allies and friends who kept you two together, sometimes saying "hi" when you crossed paths. Nothing else was going on between you other than that.

Impulse was curious, something about you just wouldn't let him be in peace.

Sure, you guys didn't quite click when you first met, but there had to be something about you, right? Grian was friends with you for years, the others, your newfound friends, seemed to nearly mirror Grian's bond with you despite having just met you, despite not knowing you as long as he did.

Impulse should have been guilty, it couldn't have been right to follow you around like that, in secret even. But to be fair, he was guilty at the start. He even gave up following you the first time he decided to do so, but the second time… The second time he figured he had a reasonable excuse. He wanted to know more about you so that the awkwardness wouldn't happen the next time he tried to befriend you! So that you guys would click like you did with the others, you eventually would.

Hesitation kept him from even approaching you, he got used to just seeing you interact with the world and the others around you from an outsider's point of view and imagining himself going through such situations with you according to that. He didn't want to ruin the fantasy or his chance at befriending you, he knew you were a kind person, but one could only ruin so many chances, so for now, he would stick to learning more about you.

At first, this was all there was to it, curiosity, then, you started seeming like such a good friend! Perhaps your kindness was what charmed him even more, treating his friends kindly brought you some extra points in his book, the one you knew nothing about.

Kindness could only get you so far, you had come across Etho as he was messing with redstone, the redstone Impulse recognized as the bunch he had brought to him. You seemed very interested in the ore, asking a lot of questions, questions Impulse himself could have answered to you had you just directed them to him, him and not Etho. Still, a victory was a victory. The still hidden man quietly cheered behind some random bush as you two spoke, too engrossed in the matter to notice a grown man almost jumping around in giddiness as he found out a new thing you two had in common. Something that could possibly bring you two together!

All good things must come to an end. It was hard seeing you reach your red life and die before him and not even be able to help you, the only thing he was able to do was avenging you, bringing your killers down. Still, it was all fun and games between friends, that was, before he noticed that was it. You weren't a hermit, you were on this series because of Grian but Xisuma was the admin of the Hermitcraft server, the things there were different and Grian could only do so much considering Xisuma didn't have the least of clues about who you were.

When that dawned on him, all hell broke loose, you guys weren't close enough to keep contact and neither was it normal for him to just ask his friends what server you were at currently or for your communicator ID. As much as he could do so, he also just couldn't, or at least that's what his brain told him. Was this what fear of rejection felt like?

He brainstormed a plan right off the bat. He had to convince Xisuma to white list you. And the most natural way for doing so was to bring your mutual friends to convince him. All members from 3rd life, that was enough to bring you back to his reach, where he could learn about you, much to his delight. Keeping you at arm's length was just way safer than letting you wander around servers he didn't trust or know.

At this point, he couldn't quite deny anymore that something was wrong. Despite trying over and over to think about it from all perspectives, the way things were going was alarming, at this point even you could feel something was wrong. Feeling eyes on you even while you were inside your base, in a peaceful server like Hermitcraft, it couldn't have been normal.

The pile of excuses became bigger as Impulse's pupils dilated in pure affection, snapping the picture of a perfect moment, the very first one of many to come, a soft smile blossomed at his face along with redness following from his cheeks to the tip of his ears as you brought your first pet home, smiling from ear to your beloved animal's form despite whatever it was. He wished he could have had that memory with you, that was the excuse, not only was it a one time thing but it was also important to him, the photo would work as a memory of you together. Despite him not actually being there, he decided to delude himself to believe it was like he was there anyway, taking a selfie with you as if you were aware of his presence.

Only, it wasn't a one time thing.

He had a whole collection.

It was only right, right? It's not like you can only have one single memory and call it done. Memories are supposed to be kept in group, it's a prettier word when said in plural! That's actually something you said once, he wrote it down in his little notebook of you.

That's what he would have told you to defend himself when you first saw his special 'collection of memories'.

You stared at the many pictures of you in the chest. It was a double chest full. of. pictures. of. you.

You rested your face against the palm of your hands, releasing the wooden lid which closed with a soft thud. You didn't mean to find this chest, you didn't even remember what you had come here for in the first place. The first question that went through your mind was how on earth did he have the time to take all of those pictures, like, what. Then, the other questions flooded in, your mind felt like it was imploding, how were you even supposed to approach this matter with him? You weren't even close, acquaintances at best!

You looked up again for a moment, the lid of the chest had a faint engraving, one you didn't even notice when you came looking around for- Whatever you came here looking for, was it redstone? You were partially sure Mumbo had told you earlier Impulse would have loads of it and not have any problem with trading it with you for something else. That's what you wandered here for, you just wanted to grab the redstone and leave a note and some diamonds, this turned dark pretty quick.

"My favorites <3" Read the engraving, a little heart crudely drawn at the end of the sentence. That explained why every single one of the photos seemed to have little hearts drawn all over them. You confirmed your theories as you opened the lid again with shaking hands, hearts of varying shapes, sizes and colors on each picture. With a scowl, you scrunched up your nose as you noticed something.

"Bro didn't even get my best angle"

The sound of a wooden door opening made you panic, silently but quickly closing the chest you were looking at and opening the one right by the side of it, almost sighing in relief as you saw it was full of ores and redstone, exactly what you had come here looking for.

The person seemed to pause at the door for a solid second before speaking. "[Name]? Hey- What are you doing here?" Hearing the familiar voice and looking behind you confirmed your suspicions of the person in question being Impulse himself, you catched him glancing at the chest right by your side as you turned around, his nervous smile dropping as he frowned, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking slowly. "How much did you see?"

You ran your hand through your hair, messing it up. "This chest," You pointed to the one you had just pretended you never opened while confessing you did. You didn't even know why you were the one confessing when you were supposed the one to be asking the questions here, then again this was the type of situation you never expected to be a part of, imagine being the victim! "Why- When did this even start?-" You barked questions at him as you moved to stand up. "This is creppy man! This is not okay."

"I'll explain everything, it's not like there's a lot to explain anyway… Just sit there, somewhere, make yourself comfortable."

With a bad feeling in your gut you moved to look for a place to sit, just now noticing how big of a place this was. It's impossible for Impulse to be able to function and have the time to not only stalk you but also build such things, this base seemed like one of his biggest he had ever done, even if more hidden than normally.

You turned around for a moment, the shock distracting you mind for just enough time to feel a sudden pain at the back of your head and black out, almost hitting the floor before Impulse caught you and sat you down at a couch, the softest one in there and his personal favorite.

He sighed in relief, calmly walking a few steps back and dropping his axe back in his inventory, as if he had not just hit you with it's handle. He stoped close to the door, pressing a button that made his redstone circuit work, successfully locking the only entrance to his house, and the only exit, too.

Good thing he thought ahead and hid his actual favorite photos well, well enough so you didn't see them yet, he would show them to you later, sure, but right now it wouldn't be a good start to your new relationship. He hoped you would be quick to accept this new "arrangement". It's not like he's letting you go soon, anyway.

No, no. Not really. Now he has all the time in the world to get closer to you, he made sure to fill this new house of the both of you with all sort of things he knew you liked. Now he has all the chances in the world to befriend you without awkwardness, eventually it's gonna be impossible to feel awkward with him when he's the only one you have to talk to, right?

Maybe meeting him at the forest really was fate, probably a warning, one you disregarded.

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

oh. Oh. OH 😮

Death is painful, the Tower is violent, the Hanged man is punishment (usually). Hello? I’m not gonna say which book I’m learning from (unless you ask?) but the keywords associated with the card are pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives?? A invitation to welcome these ‘pauses’ with open arms and surrender to the ‘what is’ – even if it is different from what you expected???

And. So. Punishment, huh? There is a post of yours, something about a why and what. I wish I could find it, but you where going on about why read. And how to. Or something like that, I didn’t click the link you shared at the time unfortunately, and lost it. But I realized just now that I started my half assed journey with the intention of gaining clarity, of dismantling my delusions and clearing my confusion’s; and, uh, somewhere along the way I settled with being coddled and soothed. What now? How do I know where to look? Thank you for the soft call out and please help, please

Oh! I think I know who you are ahhasa. First than anything I need to apologyze, sometimes I express myself in an unreasonably intense way. I'm sorry for that.

Back in business. Here I talk about the Hanged Man with a little bit more detail. Now, I have to make an aclaration: Yes, the allegory of the Hanged Man is an act of punishment but I was being dramatic when I wrote that hashas. In a day-to-day reading it's a possible interpretation but often it ends up being (in my readings) obstacles, someone who's "hands are tied", being incapable of doing something, frustration, negligence, etc.

But how do I know this range of possibilities? From cruel punishment, to treason, to BDSM? One of the issues with the current way of teaching/learning tarot is that book lists of meanings work as riddles: Instead of explaining you the nature of the Allegory so you can derivate your own 'meanings', they tell you 'all the things that it could be' without context and expect you to make it somehow work.

Look it this way, if I tell you that something is:

Small

Red

Some legends say it caused a war

Green

Could make you fall

Yellow

Could inspire you to revolutionize modern physics theory

Bitter

Other legends say it is the reason of all wars, deaths, diseases and suffering in the world

Sweet

Full of liquid

Some people think it has razor blades inside

Another legends says they could make you young forever

Nice to make a pie with

Could you guess what I'm talking about? (It's an apple 🍎 btw hashasa)

You learn a bunch of keywords surrounding the card and then mix them into a more coherent collage but you never get to actually understand the origin and interpretation of the card itself. Once you understand it, you don't even need to memorize a hugh ass list of meanings.

I'm not saying that the keywords are wrong or that it's "rotten work" ahshasa. Everyone has their own practice, HOWEVER, in order to break the rules you need to know the rules, and while there exist many ways to read tarot based in centuries old traditions, some of them were born because people had no idea what the hell was illustrated in the cards so they had to work with their own interpretations. We have Internet now, so even beyond the massive volume of New Age and RWS culture, there's no excuse to never learn about the origin and history of the tool itself.

Like, literally ahsahsa. Go to the Tarot page of Wikipedia and learn about the history of the deck. That's a good start. Learn about how older decks depicted the arcana. I can give you some sites, but that's the tip of the iceberg and by NO means I'm anything remotely similar to an expert GOD FORBID hahsahshasasa. The real work is to ask "WHY?" and pull the thread from there.

For example: "The Moon means secrets"... but why? Is this corrrect? What else could it mean?

First, what is the Moon? The Moon is the natural satellite of our planet, it's made of rock and it's floating far in space. It doesn't have a natural light, but reflects the light of the Sun. And seems to grow and diminish it's surface. It's visible in plain day, but has its own realm in the night. It's opposite face is never visible.

That's not even touching the card, that's just about the Moon itself. We can extrapolate that it shines with the light of others, that changes its face and it's quite distant. Just with that you can describe a person. "One face is never visible" so it could be related to secrets.

We can't talk about the Moon without talk about the Night. To really underestand the nature of the Moon we need to campare it with her brother, the Sun. The mighty Sun that makes all things visible with its light. The day is the place of social activity, common work, house chores. In the other hand, the night is the realm of sleep, sex, party, dreams, nightmares. No one robs a house in plain daylight. The streets that are full of people by the day, are dark and empty at night, dangerous, silent. Even your house, so common and well known, growls and makes chilling sounds once the Sun sets.

Think about other myths about the Moon. What about the full moon and the werewolfs? The creatures of the night. What about the the goddesses of knowledge, wild and fertility. The myth of Endymion, who fell in love with the Moon. What about the nature of the Moon as a monthly calendar? The pacific watcher of all sleep, sweet dreams and nightmares.

The Moon casts a light over the world, but is that the same light that kills doubts and shadows of the Sun? Back into the card itself:

In an actual reading you are not juggling ALL what the Moon is because it's a fucking lot hahsasa. "The Moon means secrets" is a reductive statement. Far more important is to see what the card could represent in the reading itself, rather than jumping to any keyword. Usually we see in the lobster/crab something that 'crawls from the deep' and all what it could be in the context of night. (It's actually the crab from Cancer but that's another story involving astrology and more bullshit hashas).

In an actual reading the Moon could be from a lightbulb to something under the table or "done in the dark". It depends, but the analysis works derivating knowledge from the allegory and the card illustration, not the other way around.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I know some people that make stuff in youtube but they all speak spanish. Another excelent place to start is reading Tarotwheel. This site is a fucking wonder. And of course, study about the Middle Ages to have context around the cultural craddle of Tarot.

I feel bad that you're falling down the spiral ahshasa, I'm really sorry and I hope you can find all your marbles soon.

You can also read this other post I made about the RWS because I think it could be useful too.

[mariemarieohcontrary]

Love | Loathing (@choicesjunechallenge, @liaromancewriter)

Aka the loathing of one man.

Sorry, long post incoming because Constantine's bs always fills me with feelings and none particularly charitable to his dead royal ass.

I know MC in TRR bounced back from their exile at court and just took the reins with both hands upon their return but I just think it would be a whole new traumatic experience for them to have something that would have also been traumatic for them (the incident with Tariq) be exposed to the press.

And then things go from bad to worse when the press likely uses it to paint MC as something she's not.

Then things go from worse to worst when the MC is made to leave the gala like she's a criminal.

Like?? That will mess with anyone's psyche at least I think so.

So here's Evangeline in the car driving her to the airport. Her whole journey was tied to being comfortable enough to do things she normally never would have. But come the incident with Tariq, she begins slipping back into her old stuff. Plain everyday clothes, things that cover her shoulders, simple jeans, anything that makes her look plain and unnoticeable.

Then the photos were sent out and she was just kinda on a very close-to-snapping thread because now everyone knows.

Only no one knows what the real context was and instead, she was being framed as something she isn't. Next thing she knew she was being sent away from court and let's be real some press members would be wanting to take photos of her disgraceful leave from court.

Needless to say, when the whole world sees your near-naked body on a night that wasn't the best where you're definitely terrified post-incident, let's just say Evangeline ended up wanting to be covered up even more.

Evangeline ends up crying in the car ride to the airport because... well, why shouldn't she? Someone exposed a vulnerable and personally traumatic moment for her, the press is spinning it into something it's not and for some reason, she's the one being treated as a criminal. Why shouldn't she cry when she's being sent back to her motherland with her reputation in tatters and her not knowing how to explain this to her family or even the only family she felt would love her without reason or justification.

Why not cry when she thought she'd found love in a country she found to be beautiful only for it to hurt her in the end?

By the time Bertrand and Maxwell get to her, she wants to go back home to hide away in her clan's farm in the province and just try to fade into obscurity.

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[unisexobject]

Chapter II. Rebel Rebel

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You suddenly find yourself growing closer with Eddie, doing things you'd never thought you ever would. Maybe Hawkins isn't so bad after all?

It had been a few days since your encounter with Eddie in the woods. You were thinking it over as you sat across from Robin in the cafeteria as she spoke on and on about how Back To The Future was basically incest propaganda and Steve. Apparently he had taken great pains in finding a girlfriend, something he had supposedly been failing at miserably.

"Hello, earth to Y/N...dingus?" Robin remarked, clicking her fingers wildly in front of your face.

"Sorry." You breathed, finally out of your trance.

"Where did you go?" Robin asked.

You continued snacking on your packet of pretzels as if you hadn't completely zoned out.

"Nowhere." You replied nonchalantly, crunching up the packet into a ball.

As Robin eyed you and hummed to herself, you stole a brief glance at the Hellfire Club table that sat just up toward your right. They were all beaming with laughter, Eddie reading out of a magazine histrionically. You imagined yourself with them, wearing one of the shirts that Eddie seemed to like so much. The shirt you had pointed out and liked too. The thought made you chide yourself inwardly for wanting to belong so bad, especially to a group you had barely known anything about.

You had already told yourself that friendship wasn't necessary nor possible in this new town, despite the irony of sharing your lunch with Robin, your newest buddy and favourite film critic.

"Oh, here's Steve. I can finally introduce you."

Suddenly, a tall and lean masculine figure stood to the side of you, sporting a light blue jacket and a thick swirly head of hair.

Robin quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulder firmly.

"Steve, I want you to meet one of our newest yet best customers, Y/N. I swear she is the sole reason we are still in business." Robin remarked proudly.

You quickly dusted off your hands, before extending one to shake Steve's.

"Hi." You started, voice kind of small, something that made you cringe. It wasn't like you had the hots for Steve or anything, just meeting new people made you terribly shy. Or defensive. It's inconsistent really.

"Robin talks about you all the time, so I kind of feel like I already know you."

Steve groaned loudly and looked over to Robin.

"I hope she spared some details."

Robin laughed before sitting back down across from you.

"Oh, I only divulged a little dingus. Like your endless pursuit of babes, killer babysitting skills and how Nancy Wheeler broke your teeny tiny heart."

You couldn't help but chuckle, even if it was at the expense of Steve. There was definitely no one like Robin. She was fun and hilarious, always honest and direct even if you secretly wish she weren't. She was kind of chaotic, something you saw more and more of as she interacted with Steve.

"Jesus Christ Robin." He chided before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm sorry about her, she has no filter so don't tell her anything personal."

You smiled at him now, happy to feel apart of a makeshift friendship group. You hadn't felt this kind of feeling since your old highschool and it was really nice to be reminded of it. Maybe to be included wasn't a terrible idea?

Suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie lurch himself on top of the cafeteria table, calling out different groups.

He seemed to have a thing for standing on top of surfaces you thought as he made his way closer to the edge.

"You want something freak?" Jason called out, garnering everyone's attention now, including Robin and Steve's.

Eddie's retort was a mere devil face, holding his hands above his head as he pointed his fingers upwardly and stuck out his pink tongue.

You watched him intently as he caused a scene.

After teasing Jason with a cheeky grin, he turned to you briefly before strutting toward his chair and sitting back down.

"Prick." Jason remarked as he turned away too.

"Nevermind them." Robin breathed. "A tale as old as time, the popular kids and the outcasts perpetually at war."

As you took your eyes off Eddie, you noticed Steve staring at you. When you caught his gaze he immediately turned away.

"Okay, well I better make my way to the game, I uh, I have to get there a little early."

Robin groaned loudly at Steve's remark.

"To meet your girlfriend?" Robin interposed.

Steve's cheeks flooded crimson as he ran a sheepish hand through his hair.

"She isn't my girlfriend, we're taking things slow. Something you're very acquainted with since you haven't spoken a single word to-"

"Okay that's enough from you, I gotta get my band outfit on." Robin seethed, quickly punching Steve in the stomach as she made her way past him.

"See you later dinguses" Robin called from behind, desperately avoiding Steve as he doubled over in pain.

You smiled uncomfortably before beginning to stand, awkward silence a little hard to ignore.

"It was nice meeting you Steve, I'm sure I'll see you around."

He grunted in response, unable to speak as you picked up your things, placing your headphones on and plugging them into your walkman. D'yer Mak'er  by Led Zepplin begun to play as you roamed the halls of the school, something you enjoyed doing as it became more familiar to you. You eventually settled on going out into the woods and reading some Stephen King to pass the time since Robin and Steve werent hanging around for lunch. Looking down at your Casio watch, you knew you had about half an hour to kill before deciding whether or not you'd go to the Hellfire Club game. Since getting closer with Robin and meeting Steve, you wondered if that was enough in regard to friends.

When you arrived at Hawkins High, you made yourself a promise to not get too close, to not grow too attached. That the idea of friendship and memories and all of that crap would evade you. Disgust you even. Yet as you found yourself lunching with Robin and stealing glances at Eddie, you began to betray yourself. The lust for belonging and comfort much more overpowering than you had ever anticipated.

Eddie was interesting to say the least, but you still weren't 100% sure of him. Maybe that's why you had been thinking about your meeting with him over and over, playing it so much in your head that the memory had worn at the seams. You couldn't blame yourself really, you were just simply trying to decide if it was worth the hassle. New people were hard for you, you hadn't always been so closed off, defensive and shy, but recently it felt like no matter how hard you'd try, solitude seemed far easier.

You had big plans of finishing high school and moving somewhere far west, somewhere with sunshine and beaches. Maybe California, where the sky was pink and blue and the air carried sweet humidity. It was the stark contrast of brown and deep green that pulled you out of your fantasy. Placing your book down and glancing at your watch, you noticed it had been an hour.

"Shit." You huffed, as you stuffed away your book and Walkman into your bag before making your way to where you needed to go.

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Walking feverishly through the woods, you wondered what it would be like to play D&D for the first time. The thought of it made you a little excited, albeit anxious to play with people you barely knew.

You noticed that they had already started when you finally approached the open door, stepping away slightly when you heard roars of laughter.

You lingered out of view, listening intently to what was going on, a clusterfuck of yells and rumblings of deep theatrical voices. In doing so, you had the thought that maybe you wouldn't fit in to their group and that Eddie was just being overly nice when he invited you.

You didn't really want to watch the basketball game, so you thought maybe going home would be the next best option.

Just as you begun to turn away, a familiar voice called out to you.

"Who goes there?"

Suddenly the roars of laughter and clattering ceased. You froze, unable to quickly make an escape. Just as feeling came back to your body, you boldly decided to enter since you had already been caught loitering.

Slowly, you poked your head from around the corner before standing completely under the architrave in full view.

A sea of young eyes darted to yours, some familiar from the cafeteria and all wearing the shirt Eddie had adorned himself with only days earlier. The shirt you had imagined wearing yourself.

"Y/N. We meet again." Eddie started, as he unfolded his body out of his chair, all limbs as he slowly stalked and made his way toward you. He peered at you the way a predator would watch its prey, only difference was that he seemed more welcoming than menacing.

The room was completely silent, only the rubbing of his denim and the echo of strong steps could be heard as he approached you.

"I wasn't sure you'd make it." He remarked, just stopping in front of you, smiling.

"Me neither." You replied.

Eddie placed his arms across his chest, eyeing you studiously.

"You wanna play?" He asked earnestly.

You took the time to observe the young boys and messy table peppered with multicoloured dice and strange maps. The sight made you feel a little intimidated.

"Is watching an option? I haven't played before."

Eddie watched your expression as it fashioned into nervousness.

All of the boys seated at the table behind him snickered, only until Eddie turned around and sent them a deathly glare.

You looked at him briefly before turning your gaze to move around him and toward the seated boys.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." You remarked, annoyed at yourself for being embarrassed by fourteen year olds.

"Stay." Eddie commanded, coughing a little when his voice sounded too desperate.

A young boy at the table with braces and mousy hair concealed under a cap suddenly stood up.

"Everyone has to start somewhere. We'll show you, right guys?" The young boy pleaded.

Lucky for you it worked, earning nodding heads and groans of approval.

You knew that this young boy just wanted to impress Eddie, yet you didn't let this bother you. Either way the sentiment was nice.

Eddie kept his intense gaze on you before breaking out into a genuine smile. He then moved aside motioning for you to pass with his left hand.

"Everyone welcome the newest member of Hellfire, Y/N." He remarked quite dramatically.

-

After a couple hours the game had ended and you could actually say that you played D&D. You wondered what your brother would think, probably chew you out for changing your mind over some group of bizarre boys or be elated that you finally decided to partake in it. Either way it made you feel close to him, even if he weren't with you in Hawkins.

Despite his theatrical bellows, Eddie found it difficult to remain focused throughout the campaign with you there. Concentrating was no easy feat when a new and mysterious girl sat across from him, paying attention to D&D as if it were an engrossing movie. He secretly loved how you kept asking questions for clarification on things or chewed your bottom lip when he was busy setting the scene. It was a nice change to have someone not be so critical and judgemental of something he loved, but rather...fascinated?

Regardless, he hoped you would stay in Hellfire. For group numbers of course.

It was Eddie's frame that pulled you out of your own thoughts as he came into view.

"You know, you zone out like...a lot." He remarked, clearing up the table as everyone had left, something you didn't even notice.

"Do I?" You asked honestly, probably still not completely present.

Eddie begun picking up the die and placing them into a little magenta coloured velvet pouch.

"Yeah, but I mean I zone out too, but mainly because I'm really high."

You chuckled as you stood up from your chair across the table from his very grandiose throne.

"I forgot you're a stoner." You mused, stepping away as he came over to your part of the table, clearing away boards and any additional wayward die.

"You could try sometime if you'd like? Only if you really wanted to. I'd hate to corrupt the golden girl." He replied, wearing his famous grin.

You smiled softly before staring at your feet.

"Maybe." You remarked, picking at the hem of your shirt.

"But, I don't think you can corrupt a heathen. I'm not a golden girl, remember?"

Eddie eyed you for a moment, wearing a thinking expression.

"You look lonely." He remarked earnestly.

As soon as his words fell from his mouth, his eyes widened in embarassment as if he didn't really mean to say such a thing.

You looked up from your shirt and caught his gaze. His comment made you feel a little vulnerable which in turn made you defensive.

"What if I like being alone?" You asked, words dripping with a hint of annoyance.

This caused Eddie to shift on his feet, jumping at the chance to explain himself.

"It's just that I know what being alone feels like. Being the town freak and all. I know that no one would like that." He rambled humourlessly.

You still couldn't really understand why Eddie was considered as a freak. Sure he listened to metal and often caused scenes along with dressing exactly like Nikki Sixx, but to be isolated from the community seemed like a massive overreaction. To be hated by an entire town was kind of ridiculous?

Eddie's sentiment still made you defensive but also made you really think. Was he right?

"Thanks for letting me play, but I gotta get home now."

You quickly walked past him, desperate to avoid any more uncomfortable interactions.

Successful in your escape route you briskly walked out the hall and to the carpark, hopping in your car and driving home.

-

The next day you had English and looked forward to the beloved subject. You.enjoyed stories and tales, even dabbling in some writing of your own.

What you weren't prepared for was Eddie to be seated at a desk directly next to yours. Of course he was late, running in and waving an apologetic hand to Mrs O'Donnell, sitting down with a thud and piercing jingle from his chain. You were becoming quite familiar with his boisterous clattering.

"You didn't tell me you were in O'Donnell's class?" Eddie whisper shouted into your left ear.

Your eyes remained ahead as she continued to talk about Ernest Hemingway.

"That's because I didn't know I was either." You retorted more quietly than he had.

Eddie was bouncing his leg and chewing on his nails as he listened to your reply.

"Well, I am army crawling my way to that diploma. Only if she gives me a D."

You quietly chuckled.

"D? Surely you could do better than that. You're not an idiot Munson" You replied honestly.

Eddie turned to face you, voice above a whisper.

"Well, maybe if you help me we could go for something a little better?"

He smiled widely. This made you clear your throat and look away, face instantly flushing.

"Sure."

Eddie's mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock and clapped his hands once very loudly. This earned the attention of the entire class, causing him to quickly mumble a "Sorry" to Mrs O'Donnell.

Eddie really wanted to learn more about you. He wasn't going to lie, you were a bit of a mystery to him, suddenly showing up in Hawkins and blowing into his life as if you were a strong gush of wind. You had this look in your eye that made him sad, that made him want to know everything he could about you. He loved having a girl apart of Hellfire and maybe he could earn a new friend in the process. Someone who didn't think he was a freak or a fuck up like his dad.

-

The time had passed and it neared the end of your class. The analog projector on the screen flickered as it displayed black and white portraits of the acclaimed writer.

Whilst you were analysing the photos, Eddie had leaned over a second time.

"You know when I said you looked lonely, I didn't mean it like that." Eddie whispered.

You allowed yourself to look away from the images and ignore the echoing words of Mrs O'Donnell.

"How did you mean it?" You whispered in reply.

Eddie looked at you for a moment, quickly scratching the side of his face.

"I meant it as a proposition. A business deal have you." He remarked, coy smile plastered on his face.

Christ was this guy ever serious? Yet, you smiled in return.

"Okay?" You replied, inflection turned upward at the end.

"I'm just going to come out and say it." He started, pretending to get all nervous as he breathed deeply. It kept the smile on your face. "I think, we should be friends. There. I said it. No take backs."

Eddie flicked his hair around very animatedly.

You laughed a little, quickly looking to make sure no one heard.

Eddie the freak Munson as your new friend? Well, you'd have to get use to his theatrical movements and inability to take anything seriously. If it just consisted of playing D&D and doing school homework maybe it would be okay, right? You could have a dynamic like Robin and Steve, not only ever having to cling to them like some desperate third wheeler. The thought was affirming.

After a few moments passed, you turned your gaze back to Eddie who was looking at you in playful anticipation.

"Okay, fine. Only because you suggested it so nicely." You replied, silly grin unable to hide itself on your reddened cheeks.

And just like that, you and Eddie Munson became friends.

[gswhyemi]

ahhhhhh hi everyone, i’m dani (she/her, 21+, gmt -8) and i’m so excited to be here! i’m bringing you all goo hyemi, a girl with far too many issues to even keep track of but she means well and i swear she’s trying her best :< i have a basic profile set up for her which you can access by clicking her name in this post and as usual, i’ll be giving a run down of her under the cut. please drop a like on this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll slide into your dms! discord is available upon request as well or feel free to drop yours 🫶🏻 

alright, to kick us all off, she’s a newcomer to the island and has only been around for the past couple of months so she’s still meeting people and adjusting herself to island culture

goo hyemi, born december 18, 1997, making her 25 years old - an original seoul native, pure city girl at heart that honestly doesn’t know very much about anything else due to her upbringing

her parents are big shots in the field of medicine and she was raised to be the same, but clearly she found another plan ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ

in case her bio makes it hard to understand (i’m sorry ㅠㅠ), she was never supposed to have been born or even conceived for that matter and her parents had danced with the idea of abortion before deciding it wouldn’t be ethical and they’d rather give birth to her

but...because of this, they feel like they have this innate ownership of her? she’s gotta do everything they say and act how they wish and this has caused her to have a lot of bottled up issues leading to multiple mental breakdowns throughout her years 

she finally had enough though and after her last breakdown and brief hospitalization, she said fuck everything i’m leaving this family and this city

cue hyemi hopping on the literally the first mode of transport she found to take her far away and landing herself on the island with a small luggage and some cash

she’s now found herself a job at the sunrise diner as a waitress, though she’s not the best at getting orders correct but she’s got this gummy smile that seems to make things okay 

she’s also found herself a one bedroom apartment at the birch tree apartment complex but who knows how long she can keep paying rent for it ( •_•)

as for her personality, she’s pretty quiet and reserved when you meet her, she really prefers being a fly on the wall and getting to understand her surroundings before she dives in but she’s sweet and loyal, she’s dependable - she can just get a little too stubborn for her own good sometimes

now for connection ideas!!

you always come into the diner and order the same thing and it’s been about a month straight of hyemi taking your order and for some reason, some part of it is always wrong. what the heck?

she’s your new neighbour and everything should be fine except sometimes you swear you hear crying through the walls and you’re pretty sure it’s coming from hyemi’s direction

she tells people she moved to gwasuwon just to escape city life because it’s boring, but you don’t buy the story because how is a small island going to be more exciting than a big city like seoul? you’re on a mission to dig into her past now and she isn’t having it

somehow she thought she could escape her past but she crosses paths with an old “friend” from seoul and everything she was escaping suddenly doesn’t seem so far away anymore 

she got lost the first couple of weeks she was on the island and you helped her find her way out of the goodness of your heart but you’re now her designated gps (yes, that’s literally your contact name on her phone)

she bought something at yoyo’s except whatever she bought technically should have never been there? aka you lost something, someone found it and decided to donate it to yoyos, hyemi was shopping and liked it so she bought it (ariana grande vc??) but now you see her with it and there’s confusion because you think hyemi stole it

i can’t think of anything else right now but let’s plot ٩(＾◡＾)۶

[formalpeacaps]

2/14/24 Recap Part One

Good morning, my beautiful, wonderful chickadees, I’m back! We’re all back! We’ve missed some things, haven’t we? Unfortunately all my old recaps are gone, but don’t worry, I’ve learned my lesson and now am writing all of them in Google Docs, which means that Paige can delete the entire sub, she can delete videos I’m writing about, but I will always, always have receipts, and I will continue to pop up, like a very persistent little fungus. 

Anyway, I refuse to recap Paige being incoherent in the Bahamas as a birthday gift to her, and as soon as I finished this of course Paige posted another vlog, but let’s start with last week’s vlog and work our way into this week’s, shall we?

A “florida for the winter” vlog

I don’t know “why” this title “needed” “quotations”

Nine seconds in, and 1.75 fonts. It’s all one font technically, but she changes the color and if it’s italic or not three times.

Paige is hosting dinner. Paige is wearing all black in Florida because she’s “a cold person”. I think what she means is that she’s always freezing due to a lack of body fat, but I would accept that she’s also kind of cold emotionally speaking. That seems like an accurate statement as well.

Paige complains about getting a blowout because she “never feels like herself” when she gets her hair done like that, which begs the question why she pays money to get her hair done like that. Also I find it funny that as Paige says, “when my hair looks good it just doesn’t feel right”

We’ve seen your $20 Amazon extensions, Paige, we know.

Paige makes sure to let us all know she’s sending PR slippers from Rao’s tomato sauce, because heaven forbid we don’t know she gets free things in the mail as a very important influencer.

Paige makes dinner for Tommy’s - sorry, their friends. (You can tell it’s actually Tommy’s friends because it’s all guys, they refuse to acknowledge Paige or her camera, and several of them aren’t white.) Dinner is the world’s most basic cheese board, spicy rigatoni, grilled meats, and a salad, because our girl is a one trick pony. Oh, and her single dessert (banana pudding) afterwards.

The dressing recipe takes us up to 2.75 fonts and it’s just multiple types of mustard and multiple types of vinegar.

We also get to see a new DB glassware sample and it looks so weird? It’s shaped like an upside down coke bottle, but it has mason jar threading? This makes no sense

Look, okay, hi. I’ve looked into Paige’s demographic and I know that she could release a literal dog turd but put a white hydrangea next to it and her 2,000 die-hard sorority girl fan squad would buy it and they don’t care. I understand that none of these girls whose frontal lobes have not fully developed grew up watching Antiques Roadshow with their mom. But I did and I am bothered because glassware is made into certain shapes for REASONS, design elements like threading for a lid exist for REASONS, also I can tell just by the weight and clarity of it that glass is probably mostly plastic and it would feel wrong if you clicked your nails against it. Again, I understand, I’m not the target demographic. I know no one else cares, this is a nitpick, blah blah blah. But between you and me, as someone who gets very into nerdy minutiae about material design and history, I’m bothered. Had to just throw that out there.

IT HAS LIKE A RUBBERIZED LID WITH A PLASTIC STRAW IN IT BUT THEN WHY DOES IT HAVE THE THREADING THAT LOOKS SO WEIRD AAAAAAAAAAAAH

If you’re also weird about this stuff you can DM me and we can read Bill Bryson’s At Home together and discuss this in further neurodivergent niche interest detail

After dinner is over and everyone’s gone Paige and Tommy pretend that they’re cute and into each other but as always just come across as middle schoolers trying to prove that they’re very cool and like the opposite gender now

Okay I’m calling it, it’s the same font but now it’s in yet ANOTHER color and italicized so we’re officially up to 3 fonts now. 2.99 fonts? 3 fonts.

The next day, Paige “works” (puts on her AirPod Maxes and does Woman Laughing At Salad at her screen on what we’re led to believe are business calls) and then blathers on about all her brand deals. Two things about this. One: her face is so disconcertingly shiny. Like she looks like an overly waxed cafeteria apple, or like if you touched her face it would make the new sneakers on a gym floor squeak. Why is she so shiny? Second of all, maybe because I don’t follow influencers, but I have never found an influencer who talks so much and so inorganically about their brand deals. Paige never misses an opportunity to be like, hello, I have a BRAND DEAL, did I mention there’s an upcoming BRAND DEAL, soon I’m going to have a BRAND DEAL and yet somehow never legally discloses ads in a very Mikayla Nogueira fashion. The result is both technically illegal and yet deeply inauthentic feeling so it’s like not even worth the FEC violation. My memory is faulty because I simply do not care, but considering how bad Paige is at doing the one thing she’s supposed to do, it doesn’t exactly surprise me that I think the only people Paige has worked with repeatedly over a long span of time are brands that will work with literally anyone (Mejuri, Intermissi, Revolve), Revlon makeup, Frankie’s bikinis, PJ Place, and maaaaaaybe Butcher Box and Thrive Market? Speaking of -

Not legally disclosed Thrive Market sponsorship! Paige eats three entire chips with salsa to prove she’s a girl’s girl who totally eats normal amounts. Paige claims she needs to subscribe to this company to get her Poppi fix in the boonies of “not being outside a major city” in Florida but Poppi had an ad during the Super Bowl and is in my local Shaw’s (that’s New England’s big basic regional grocery store chain, like equivalent to a Roche Brothers or Market Basket or Kroegers or whatever) AND Whole Foods, so that doesn’t strike me as… correct.

Tommy decides he wants stir fry so they go to Whole Foods and Paige makes “Asian-inspired peanut sauce stir fry”, I assume to bait me into screaming at her. [NOTE: there used to be now-deleted rant about Asian cooking that I have edited out in post production because Tumblr says it makes this text block too long and lol who cares] I don’t like being this person because the idea of “authentic” cuisine is bullshit and gatekeeping, and so if you, a normal-ass person, like your Americanized Paige style stir-fry, you can keep your Americanized Paige style stir-fry. But if you’re cosplaying as a food influencer and great chef and claiming to make the food of another culture, it’s just basic respect to actually try and understand what the fuck you’re doing and make clear to your audience where you’re adding your own twists.

Love to play my favorite game, Guess Why Paige’s Followers Are 99.99% White Sorority Girls/Former Sorority Girls Challenge

Paige doesn’t vlog for a fascinating day of filming ads and watching Tommy fish (oh no!!!) and then lays out in the sun and philosophizes on how zen and calm she is in Florida because of the weather and because Tommy’s a “super grounding person”. As she says this Tommy screams and hits her with the hose and she adds in font number four “So grounding <3”. Before Paige and Tommy go to the beach for him to surf and her to film people without consent on her drone, she rhapsodizes about citrus season and how oranges are better than candy.

“It’s eighty degrees at the beach and I’m wearing a sweatshirt. I’m probably the only girl in Florida to do this. I don’t know if you can relate to this but if there’s a slight breeze, the hoodie’s going on” - Yeah weird it’s almost like what happens when you don’t eat enough or have a proper amount of fat on your body????? You’re cold??? Even when you shouldn’t be??? Like that’s not a cute little girly thing it’s a symptom you need to be eating more???? ANYWAY.

Paige pretends to care about manatees and them getting hurt by boats but I would also bet she and Tommy go on the exact type of boats that hurt manatees all the time.

Paige body checks herself in a Free People Movement outfit (undisclosed PR from Australia!) and then they play tennis and eat… Mashed potatoes and gravy? Sure.

New font in the end credits (yellow on a puke-y olive background) which brings this video’s font count up to five.

[EDITOR'S NOTE - the second vlog I recapped is in part two, there's a character limit.]

[xluxsolarisx]

Stardew Valley characters pick and thoughts please

oh i like stardew valley, yay!! also um. sorry this took like a week to answer i was trapped in the ever-expanding labyrinth and had a horrific yet dream-like experience that changed me as a person irrevocably. i had to fight the minotaur. you know how it is. (exams. i'm still doing them but i've got a little break so c:)

if we're only counting the vanilla game, my all-time favorite stardew character is harvey! he's just so sweet & dorky & he likes radio and jazz!! i like radio and jazz!!! i do not like planes though but i would be willing to learn. for him. he reminds me of someone irl and i just love him lots, he's very neat <3 i also really like elliot and maru!! elliot is so charming and gentlemanly and so silly & maru is so passionate about her interests and so silly also. i think they're very neat :3

when i was young my favorite characters were sebastian and abigail because i thought they were cool and i related with their relationships with their parents. i also liked shane because he reminded me of sans undertale (i REALLY liked sans undertale back then) but like. if sans undertale were a depressed alcoholic. and didn't make jokes. and liked chickens. and i don't even know why he reminded me of sans actually they have barely anything in common. i think it was the jacket maybe? so. i don't even like him anymore really. my tastes have changed since then & i think you can tell hehe

i have to admit i don't like some other characters...sam and emily mostly. idk sam always rubbed me the wrong way, he just seems kind of...inconsiderate? immature? like harvey, he reminds me of someone i knew. unlike harvey, this is bad. i did not like that person. emily i have less of a reason to not like, she just never clicked for me. idk man.

if we're counting modded characters however.... ridgeside village has such incredible characters. they're all fleshed out with their own personalities and routines and backstories and god i love that mod sososososo much!!!!! but if i had to choose my favorite.....jio. i just really like the "cool tough assassin soft only for their lover" trope and he delivers!!!! especially ever since he got a massive dialogue update. literally the one complaint i had was that his dialogue isn't very romantic until you marry him and now that that's been fixed with a massive dialogue overhaul (marriage dating AND friendship!!!) i've been having so much fun ♡ he's the reason i started getting back into stardew valley honestly. i put it down for a while but a year or so ago i saw this cool mod with this cool guy and boom, old hyperfixation renewed, hehe :3 there honestly isn't anyone i don't like in the mod, everyone is so cool and pretty and well-written i love all of them! there are a lot of other mods i could talk about (and i mean a LOT. i have 302 mods installed. the game takes twenty minutes to load.) but this is getting kind of long so probably i'll stop here.

i've been playing since the game was released (and the only reason my mom let me play this game when i was that young was because i sold it to her as a farming sim and not as a HomosexualTM dating sim) so i've got a lot of feelings about it! to me it represents both my childhood and a new future i'm making for myself if that makes sense. thanks for asking about it, i loved talking about it more than i thought i would <3

[aisha-ot]

Hey guys, Aisha here, back with another twist on this weeks blog. Look at me being all creative 🤌🏼

So I watched a movie over this so called “vacation” we had from campus, and it’s called ‘Love and Other Drugs’ with the main characters being the never aging Goddess Anne Hathaway and *trigger warning* Jake Gyllenhaal. Yes, I’m sorry my fellow Swifties but this week’s blog is gonna be talking about our least favorite ex of Taylor’s so I suggest everyone hold onto their scarves and sit tight because this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster…

Ok so, let me start by giving you guys a quick explanation of what the movie’s all about. Anne Hathaway plays the main female character named Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal plays the main male character named Jamie. There’s a few subplots that you follow throughout the movie like the whole pharmaceutical industry plot line and of course the romance between Maggie and Jamie but the main subplot I’d like to touch on is about Parkinson’s disease. Throughout the entire movie, Maggie is struggling to cope with the recent diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease and it looks at how the diagnosis is starting to affect her mentally, physically and emotionally. Now I don’t want to sound like one of those movie review websites that explains the entire movie from start to finish so here’s a link that’ll tell you everything about the movie if you don’t want to watch it. If you do want to watch it I suggest you save this blog, watch the movie and then come back because there might be some spoilers lower down. Ooh and, before I forget, this is not a movie for kid’s due to some very … adult scenes … so please make sure your kids are playing with Lego’s or something, I don’t know, just keep them away from the tv please 🙏🏼

Back to the whole Parkinson’s story. Gosh, some scenes in this movie wrecked me. Anne Hathaway portrayed the role of Maggie with Parkinson’s so well it pulled at your heart strings whenever she was struggling. Now I know we’ve probably all heard of Parkinson’s disease but I’m sure some of us are just like oh that’s the disease with the shaky hands and think that’s it. Well my friends, yes it does include tremors and shaky hands but there are so many more symptoms and complications of Parkinson’s that are cognitive, emotional and behavioral along with physical. You can click the link below to have a quick read about it.

I think one of the reasons as to why I was so drawn to this movie is because of the fact that not even 4 days ago I was given a new client in the old age home I’m placed in who is diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. And I could relate the movie back to the client but it gave me a much deeper insight and understanding into the emotional aspect of the diagnosis. I know Maggie and my client aren’t the same age but there was also a time when my client was going through what she was going through and my heart breaks to think about how the diagnosis must have affected my client. It also gave me so many questions that I’d like my client to answer that will help me understand him and his emotions better which will also help me facilitate and plan his intervention sessions well.

My client is so cool guys, he walks around with his walker and a little speaker playing music wearing his hat and sunglasses. I love it. But after watching this movie I can’t help but think about what’s deeper beneath the surface behind his sunglasses, behind his playfulness and socializing personality. There is so much I need to understand to help me move further in my intervention.

Throughout the beginning of the movie we see Maggie starting to slowly struggle with her symptoms. There is this specific scene where Jamie leaves Maggie’s apartment after being shot down after his confession of love and Maggie tries to pick up her glass of water but her muscle weakness and the tremors in her hand cause her to drop the glass and she just crumbles to the floor and breaks down sobbing and Jamie rushes back in to hold and comfort her. Wow guys. I think I finished one whole box of tissues after that scene. I know we all like to watch movies to switch off from reality but this entire movie just kept bringing me back to my placement and my client. Seeing how vulnerable Maggie was in that moment made me think about how my client may have had these moments in the past. He told me that it was his choice to come and live in the old age home but after watching this movie there are so many things I need to figure out behind his emotions and journey through his disease.

We can even look at how Maggie consistently tried and tried to push away any possibility of a relationship with Jamie and understand the emotional and psychological struggle of always feeling like a burden when you’re diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. My client told me that it was his decision to move into the old age home but he didn’t go into any further detail. This got me thinking though, was it because he felt like he didn’t want to be a burden to his children ? His children live outside of Durban and they rarely visit him so there could also be a possibility that his children couldn’t or even didn’t want to take care of him. There are so many battles one has to face with Parkinson’s and I’m learning now that I need to dig so much deeper into my clients emotions to develop that foundation of empathy and trust between us.

We can also see in the movie that even after Maggie and Jamie get together, Maggie’s anxiety, depressive symptoms and her fear of being dependent on someone else places such a heavy strain on their relationship that it eventually breaks off. My client told me he was divorced from his wife but he didn’t mention anything more and in the moment I didn’t think to ask him further questions because the thought didn’t occur to me that his diagnosis may have played a role in it. Gosh, I don’t think you guys understand how stupid I felt after watching that movie. Not because of how little I knew about Parkinson’s but because I was so oblivious to just how much of an emotional toll it can take on someone.

Maggie also faces a lot of problems with her medication. I’m not going to bore you with the many medications available for Parkinson’s but I will mention that each and every single one of them have side effects. I’ll link a website below where you can read up on some of the medications and the side effects are there as well because there are way too many to list. It’s just another aspect of the movie that makes you understand the amount of struggles someone with Parkinson’s has to go through. I mean how many have I listen already ? Physical symtoms, emotional and psychological effects, anxiety, depression etc. the list goes on. And now we add their medication on top of everything. Taking medication should be helping relieve your symptoms yet in order to do that there still needs to be suffering with other factors like nausea, dyskinesia and hallucination.

💡Ooh this actually reminded me about a precaution I need to take when I see my client. I need to check up on his meds and any side effects he’s facing. Noted.

Then there’s the scene where Maggie goes to a sort of group session with many people that are diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Different people take turns to come up and diss the struggles they’re facing with Parkinson’s like buttoning up a shirt, brushing their teeth, drinking soup and tying their shoelaces etc. And then there’s also moments where some people come up and explain that being diagnosed with Parkinson’s is a daily struggle of trying to maintain a sense of dignity and grace in society. Oof. Tears. Tissues. Runny nose. All the works. It also panned to Maggie’s face every once in a while and showed her crying when she realized the pain and struggle that everyone goes through and also that she’s not alone. 💡 Maybe I need to work on something like that for my client. If there are a few residents that are diagnosed with Parkinson’s, the home can create a Parkinson’s group that runs once a week where everyone can come together to cry and laugh about their struggles which will also lift the burden of social isolation.

In the movie Maggie says "I can't sit around and wait for this to consume me. I can't let it rob me of the person I was meant to be” and I think this gives me such great motivation behind my planning for different intervention sessions for my client. Yes, I know he’s much older but that doesn’t mean he can’t live his life to the fullest and be the person he’s always wanted to be. Parkinson’s is like a disease that is always trying to eat away at someone’s cognitive, psychological, emotional and physical functioning but I know for a fact that I, as an Occupational Therapist can resist that toll through using meaningful activities that keep my client true to himself and that could maybe even reminisce to his younger days and make him feel more in control of his life.

I cannot explain to you how eye opening this movie was guys, I mean yes the love story was amazing as well and the acting was 10/10 but the number of connections I was making throughout the movie to my experience at the old age home with my client was insane. You’d just hear little gasps every time something clicked in my head and I was left contemplating my entire OT role. I hope you guys enjoyed the movie as much as I did and I’m sorry if you haven’t watched the movie and I gave you some spoilers. But I promise you, nothing I have said does the movie justice, give it a watch and come back to re read this you’ll see what I’m saying.

I hope this weeks blog was a good one. I certainly enjoyed it. And don’t stress guys, this isn’t turning into a movie review blog, I don’t think I’ll have any time after this week to even touch the tv remote 🥲 But I’ll be back next week with another theme and another long rant about who knows what. See ya there 🫶🏼