#they hurt the pure boys

[xysidhequeen]

Equilibrium

So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.

It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end. 

The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves. 

They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.

The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.

The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later. 

But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.

Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer. 

Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.

Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected. 

Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women. 

Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.

The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went. 

No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.

Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.

So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'. 

The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic. 

Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished. 

Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists. 

But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?

Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless. 

Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said. 

They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late. 

It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread. 

The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative. 

'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers. 

More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. 

Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again. 

[lafilleestmorte]

the thing is, toey never initiates emotional intimacy with q. he'll wonder for a year what kind of music q listens to but never even think to directly ask. he'll bug q about all sorts of tips to make his art better without revealing why he chose to pursue art at all. he'll collapse onto q's lap when he is drunk and extremely tired but won't ask to sleep next to him or even try to come up with an excuse to when he's sober. he doesn't actually ask q to come with him to the park - he asks peem and then peem asks q. toey will nag q with his tone or with his teasing or with his eyes? but never ask for what he actually wants

but even when q (or peem, or tan) takes initiative to make their intimacy possible, toey just seems happy and content to be held as close or as far as q is willing to have him.

If q came all this way to teach toey how to shade, if q is worried about toey being in the studio alone at night, if q (maybe) wants to learn how to skateboard, if q is worried about toey getting kicked off of the bed by peem, toey interprets it as exactly that and nothing more

[supermaks]

Kit do you not rep Charles anymore 😭

Of course I do he’s prime I just need a break from his team and that fucking dog

[sunnibits]

seriously debating whether or not I can handle the emotional damage of starting torchwood rn… hm. many thoughts.

[re-discover-communication]

My Next Semester fic :) It's my first and the one I'm most attached to, I left a couple little pieces of me in there and did so much research to depict the period correctly (it's set in the 80's).

[nico-di-genova]

It’s almost like…the owner of the series…should not also be the owner of a team…

[baliisarda]

"Preying upon a boy as a woman needs to be discussed more in medias" You guys couldn't even handle Marie-Thérèse and Octavian I fear

[mindonmymoneyandmoneyonmymind]

im watching Mockingjay part 1 and even forgetting what's to come Gale's hatred and ignorance is soo...complex

Like I understand he lacks the capitol perspective katniss has but the way he talked about Peeta SEEING THAT PEETA IS CLEARLY BEING FORCED!?!

????

And then playing the "nice guys always finish last." Card... WHEN SHE IS CLEARLY IN DISTRESS 24/7

[aenslem]

finally watched major grom the game

[moonlight-prose]

chapter one of tommy's fic is complete and i'm so fucking nervous.

[afairerplace]

My impression of how strongly Taylor felt about Harry Styles is VASTLY different after hearing the vault tracks

[supportingfire]

sb: they are unlovable, unsaveable, irredeemable, tragic, broken

thoma: is that a challenge

[uselessnbee]

i really need more edits and fanarts and fanfics from Will's pov that aren't just pure pain

i really think we should focus more on other aspects of byler from Will's pov not just the pain and heartbreak. like i know that it's painful but it feels like we really do focus only on that, we focus on the scenes where Will was heartbroken the scenes where Will's love for Mike is hurting him but that's not all it does to him. it feels like people in this fandom make Will's love for Mike into something terrible that should've never happened or should pass as quickly as possible, we talk only about how Will is hurting and how he is selfless and it's hurting him even more and of course the pain and heartbreak are big part of all this i'm not saying we should stop focusing on the heartbreak and everything completely but it's just... it's not just pain this love is bringing Will like

Will himself said that his love for Mike makes him feel better about himself-let's focus on that too let's focus on the beauty of his love not just the pain and maybe i do sound like a bitch and i know i'm not putting this into words in a way i would like to but all i'm saying is that it feels like this fandom makes byler in Will's pov into something that is only painful and a terrible thing to happen to him and we do not talk enough about the good things this love brings him about the beauty about the scenes where Mike and his love made Will feel good and happy and loved and i know there isn't as much as the sad stuff but it is still there and some people are acting like it's not.

Mike and his love is not just bringing pain and heartbreak to Will it's giving him good things too

(and i really do want to point out that i'm not saying that creators in this fandom are doing something wrong or owe me this or anything i appreciate what you do so so so fucking much i love what you're doing for us and you don't owe me or anyone else anything i just wanted to get out my thoughts on how i feel like there isn't much variety i'm sorry if i seem rude i'm not trying to)

[sooouth]

guess who failed at drawing skeletons.

[autistickaitovocaloid]

I should've been ruder in high school.

[crossbackpoke-check]

do u ever speak too soon & immediately regret it.