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thelastspeecher · 2 months

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Pollution Powers AU - Enrollment

I've been working on this for a while now. It's been going rather slowly, as I've been Going Through It in my personal life and haven't had much writing juice in me. But it's finally done! So, uh, enjoy Stan arriving at the Gravity Falls School for Contaminated Youth in my Pollution Powers AU!

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Stan got out of the cab. He turned around, grabbed his suitcase and duffle bag, and closed the door.

“So, uh, how much do I owe-” he started, reaching for his wallet. Before he could finish the question, the cab peeled away, speeding down the road and kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. Stan watched the cab quickly disappear into the distance, his heart in his throat. Normally, he’d be glad to get a free cab ride. But that was when he successfully talked his way out of paying the fare.

Shake it off, Stan. Shake it off. The day’s not even close to over yet. Stan slung his duffle bag over one shoulder and grabbed his suitcase. He slowly began the walk down the dirt road, watching his feet as it changed to fresh pavement. The trees lining the road cleared to reveal the reason for the cab driver’s fear: the Gravity Falls School for Contaminated Youth. Stan paused to look up at the four-story mansion. It was built of carved dark brown stone not yet well-weathered by the elements. If it had been made of wood or a lighter stone, it might have felt welcoming, but as it was, it seemed to loom over the large, empty front yard. Stan dug out the pamphlet his parents had shoved into his hands just before he boarded the plane. It was wrinkled from being carelessly stuffed into his back pocket. He smoothed it out to read it better.

“The Gravity Falls School for Contaminated Youth was built less than ten years ago to serve the needs of the growing contaminated population. When intervention is done early, those who are contaminated can become valuable members of society. This is the core principle upon which the GFSCY was founded. Our students not only receive the finest education possible, but also learn control of their contamination and valuable life skills such as performance, networking, and etiquette. The Northwest Family proudly and happily funds all operations of this free boarding school institution, allowing contaminated youth from across the country to attend year-round regardless of economic status.”

Stan stared at the last sentence.

Even if there was another place they could send me, it probably woulda had at least a tuition fee. He clenched the pamphlet in his hands, the force tearing the paper. No matter what, I was gonna end up here. A familiar pins and needles sensation, like a part of his body falling asleep, began in his fingertips. The pamphlet slipped in his grasp as slick black oil slowly spread down his fingers to his hands.

“Shit.” Stan closed his eyes and concentrated. It took longer than he’d like, but gradually, the tingling faded. He opened his eyes. His hands were back to normal, though the pamphlet was covered in smears of oil. Stan tossed the pamphlet to the ground and began following the brick path that split off from the road and led to the mansion’s front door. If he could have, he would have slept either during the flight to Oregon or the bus ride to Gravity Falls. But he couldn’t risk turning to oil in a confined space, surrounded by strangers. So he spent the entire trip awake and focused on maintaining his normal form.

I’m so fucking beat. Stan rubbed his eyes. Maybe I can take a nap after I settle in. He knocked on the door. After a brief moment, it opened, revealing a tall, thin man in a snazzy uniform. Stan stared at him. Does this place have a butler?

“How may I help you, sir?” the butler asked.

“Uh. I’m supposed to enroll in the school? My parents called…”

“Your name?”

“Stanley Pines.”

“Ah, yes. The master told me to expect you today. I will take you to him.” The butler stood to the side. “Please, come in. Wipe your shoes.”

The master? Disregarding the mat, Stan walked into the building. He gaped at the massive foyer, lit with a splendid chandelier. What the hell kinda rich person place is this? Unease slowly built in his gut. Until that point, he’d been holding out hope that the school was being run by a committee or nonprofit organization. No rich person would start a school for contaminated kids outta the goodness of their heart. Stan followed the butler down a hallway branching off from the foyer. There’s gotta be something off about this place.

Despite the foreboding outwards appearance of the mansion and intimidating foyer, the rest of the interior was warm and welcoming, if stuffy and fancy in the way Stan would expect from a rich family. The stone floor was covered with large, dark red rugs. Sconces and artsy pictures of teenagers hung on the walls. Stan paused briefly to look at one of the photos. His eyes widened. Most of the teenagers looked like regular prep school students, but one had fully black eyes, gills, and fins.

“Mr. Pines?” the butler, already at the end of the hall, asked primly. Stan quickly caught up with him. The butler knocked on a door with a plaque reading “Auldman Northwest”.

“Yes?” a voice asked from within the room.

“Master, Mr. Stanley Pines has arrived.”

“Excellent. You may let him in.” The butler opened the door, revealing a brown-haired man in a suit sitting behind a large, wooden desk. The man smiled at Stan. The smile failed to reach his eyes. “Jean-Luc, you may bring his items to his quarters while I learn more about this young man.” The butler took Stan’s suitcase and duffle bag and backed out of the office, closing the door on his way. “My name is Auldman Northwest. I am the school’s founder, dean, and general head of administration.” Stan swallowed. “Mr. Pines, take a seat.” He gestured to a chair across from the desk. Stan hesitantly sat in it. Auldman opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a manila folder, flipping it open. “Your parents told me about your particular condition when they were enrolling you, but I would like to hear it in your own words.”

“Um, okay.” Stan shifted in the chair hesitantly. “Uh, at school a month ago, outta nowhere, my body turned into oil.” Auldman raised an eyebrow at him. “…That’s it.”

“A man of few words, I see.” Auldman smiled again, but once more it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re far from the first youth here that has been reluctant to speak with me. I have practice getting what I need.”

That sounds…bad.

“What do you mean by ‘oil’?” Auldman asked.

“Uh. Oil? Black. The kind of stuff that makes those rainbow puddles in the parking lot.”

“Ah. Petroleum. Do you turn into a full liquid?”

“No. I’m solid. But sorta liquid. It’s, uh, I think the best way I can describe it is like peanut butter.” Stan scratched his head. “If you turn a jar of peanut butter on its side, it’s gonna spill out eventually, but it’s still solid. I do drip liquid oil a bit, though.”

“Interesting.” Auldman made a note on the top page in the folder. “When contamination manifests, it is shown in the eyes. How did your eyes change?” Stan’s skin crawled at the way Auldman said “contamination”, but he tried to ignore it.

“My eyes got darker. They weren’t black before, they were brown. And, uh, my twin, he claims that when the light hits them right, they shine a rainbow or something.” Auldman frowned.

“You have a twin?”

“Twin brother.”

“And he’s not contaminated?”

“No?”

“Very interesting,” Auldman murmured. He made another note. “Other than in extraordinarily rare circumstances, contamination occurs as the result of exposure to some form of toxin or pollutant. This exposure occurs during childhood. Do you have an idea of what that exposure might have been?” A memory tucked in the back of Stan’s mind suddenly wriggled free.

“Actually, yeah. When I was a kid, my mom took me and my twin to the beach after a storm. I decided to play in some sand that had a buncha oil in it. But when I picked the sand up, it- it was like my body drank the oil from it. It just got sucked into my skin. I was fine after and didn’t even have to wash anything off, so I just sorta assumed I imagined it.”

“That sounds like a traditional exposure. The pollutant enters the body, often through the skin, but leaves no physical evidence in the moment. No, the evidence shows years later.” Auldman made a few more notes. “You’ll be meeting with one of our physicians later today and get a full physical, but I would like to see your ‘oil form’ before I send you to get settled in your room.”

“Are you sure?” Stan looked around at the very nice office, in particular at the expensive-looking carpet. “It’s pretty messy.”

“I have a cleaning staff,” Auldman said dismissively.

“All right, but you asked,” Stan muttered. He closed his eyes and relaxed. The pins and needles feeling he had fought back earlier returned in full force, starting in his fingertips, spreading up his arms, and, once it reached his chest, radiating out to the rest of his body. After it finished spreading, the tingling slowly faded into a dull numbness. Stan opened his eyes. Colors were muted in his oil form, but his vision wasn’t otherwise impacted. As such, he saw clearly the way Auldman’s lip curled in disgust for a brief moment, before his expression returned to something more neutral.

“Well, you certainly do belong at this school, Mr. Pines,” Auldman said. He cleared his throat. “You may return to your human form. The less mess for my staff to clean, the better.” Sure enough, oil was dripping from Stan’s exposed skin onto the carpet.

“Got it,” Stan mumbled. Speaking was more difficult in oil form; the words came out slurred and quieter than he intended. He concentrated. The numbness faded as the oil vanished from his skin. Tension Stan hadn’t noticed before left Auldman’s shoulders. Auldman rang a bell. As though magically summoned, the butler from before opened the door to poke his head in.

“Have someone escort Mr. Pines to his room. I’m sure his trip was tiring. He could use some time to settle in before he meets with the physician and tailor.”

“Yes, master,” the butler said crisply. He disappeared again. Stan frowned at Auldman.

“Physician and tailor?”

“All students have an initial physical exam upon enrollment. Because each contaminated individual has a unique form of biology, we must know what their general healthy state looks like to catch illnesses, injuries, or deficiencies. Both your human form and oil form will be examined.” Auldman smiled that insincere smile again. “We understand that, as a teenager, you likely are uncomfortable with seeing a doctor on your own. A nurse will accompany you to help with those nerves.”

Not what I was worried about, but whatever.

“And the tailor?” Stan asked. Auldman raised an eyebrow.

“You will need multiple copies of the school uniform. Provided free of charge, of course.”

“But-”

“It is non-negotiable,” Auldman said firmly. Stan closed his mouth with a snap. The door opened. “Ah. Jean-Luc. Perfect timing.” Auldman smiled one last time. “Welcome to the Gravity Falls School for Contaminated Youth, Stanley Pines.” Stan silently got up from the chair and left the office. A teenage boy about his age and a bit taller than him was waiting in the hall with the butler. He was wearing the uniform Stan had seen in the hallway photos earlier: a white shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes, and a green plaid tie. His sandy blond hair was carefully styled and his reading glasses free of streaks. Despite his otherwise clean and proper appearance, he had a large smear of mud on his left cheek.

“Mr. McGucket, please escort Mr. Pines to his room,” the butler said. A bell rang inside Auldman’s office. “Please excuse me.” The butler disappeared into the office. The boy smiled at Stan. After the conversation with Auldman, Stan was relieved to see a genuine expression.

“The name’s Fiddleford McGucket, but most folks call m’ Fidds,” the boy chirped in a thick southern accent. He held out a hand. Stan shook it.

“Stanley Pines. Stan. You’ve got a bit of schmutz on your face.”

“If it looks like dirt, that’s just somethin’ that happens,” Fiddleford said, his voice sounding slightly strained. “But thanks fer lettin’ me know. Now, c’mon. I’ll take ya to yer room.” Fiddleford turned around and began to walk down the hall. Stan followed. “We should get to know each other! I’ll start. I grew up on a farm in Arkansas, near a small town called Gumption. I’ve got five siblin’s. Three older, two younger. But I’m the only one what’s been contaminated.”

“Oh. Uh…” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m from Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. I’ve got a twin brother and an older brother. And…I’m the only contaminated one, too.”

“What a coincidence! My younger siblin’s ‘re twins!” Fiddleford beamed broadly at Stan. “Do ya have any questions ‘bout the school yet?”

“One big one.” They entered the foyer. Fiddleford led Stan up an elegant staircase. “The whole school uniform thing…”

“Oh, yer not gettin’ out of that,” Fiddleford said firmly. “Especially if you’ve got a contamination what has some sort of impact on yer clothin’.” Stan winced, thinking about his now thoroughly oil-stained wardrobe. “I take it that’s the case fer you?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Oof.” Fiddleford sighed. The staircase led them to a second-floor landing that opened into a large common area, inhabited by a few stray teenagers in school uniforms. They glanced up at Fiddleford and Stan briefly before turning their attention back to what they were doing before. “Well, even if it weren’t the case, you’d still need a uniform. Folks like you ‘re actually the reason uniforms ‘re required.” They turned left, down yet another hallway. The doors they were now walking past had signs with two names. A few were open, revealing teenage boys doing idle activities in their room.

“Whattaya mean?”

“The administration figured out pretty early on that some of the students would need special clothin’. But they didn’t want cliques to form, with students what needed special clothes separatin’ from those what didn’t. So’s they made uniforms a blanket requirement to keep that from happenin’.” Fiddleford shrugged. “Good intentions, at least.”

“I guess…” Stan stuffed his hands into his pants pockets. “I’m assuming the uniforms are enforced?”

“The entire dress code is. Quite heavily, in fact.” Fiddleford rolled his eyes. “They tell us we get some leeway, since we can choose what color plaid we wear. But that ain’t much customization, ‘specially when there’s only four colors to choose from.” Stan nodded silently. They came to a stop in front of a door with Stan’s name on the sign. “Here we are!”

“Do I have a key or…”

“Nope!”

“So this place operates under the honor system. Got it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. The dress code ain’t the only rule what’s heavily enforced,” Fiddleford said solemnly. He pushed open the door to Stan’s room. “Welcome to yer new room!” Stan stepped inside. Fiddleford walked in as well. The bedroom looked the way he’d expect a college dorm room to look.

Not that I’ll ever get a chance to stay in one of those. There was a bunk bed, two desks, two dressers, two closets, and a large window that let in enough light to fill the room. The butler had clearly already been by; Stan’s suitcase and duffle bag were sitting on the floor next to the bunk bed. While it was bare of anything that would indicate a personality, the room was still nicer than the one Stan shared with Ford back in New Jersey. Stan could tell with a quick glance that the furniture was of a higher quality than his parents could afford. He ran a finger along the top of one of the desks. A rich family paying for a whole mansion, filling it with good furniture, feeding and clothing a buncha teens? Supposedly all outta the goodness of their hearts? No. There’s something fishy here. A rank smell reached his nostrils. He grimaced. Literally.

“Ugh, what the hell is that?” Stan asked. He looked around. “Is the bathroom across the hall or something? Maybe some backed up sewage?” To his surprise, Fiddleford blushed.

“No, that’s me.”

“Did you step in dog shit?”

“No…” Fiddleford shifted awkwardly. “My contamination, it came from fertilizer. So’s I, uh, I don’t tend to smell the best. No matter how much I shower.”

“And that’s why you’ve got dirt on your face,” Stan said. Fiddleford nodded. Stan let out a low whistle. “Sweet Moses, that fucking blows, man.”

“Oh, I know.” Fiddleford sighed. “It’s why I don’t got a roommate. My odor’s manageable in a classroom, but in a bedroom, it gets to be too much.”

“Do I not have a roommate ‘cause of my…contamination?” Stan asked. A slight chill ran down his spine at using the word “contamination” to refer to his oil form.

It feels…wrong, somehow.

“No. You don’t got a roommate yet ‘cause there’s an odd number of male students right now. Once another feller enrolls, if’n yer contaminations cooperate, that feller will be yer roommate.”

“Got it.”

“Welp, I best let ya settle in!” Fiddleford said, clapping his hands. “I’ll come grab ya fer dinner!” He left the room, closing the door behind him. The horrible smell slowly faded. Stan sighed and sat on the bottom bunk.

Might as well try to sneak in a nap. He laid down, biting back his irritation at how comfortable the mattress was. He stared up blankly at the top bunk. Welcome to your new home, Stan.

#I was going to title this ''Arrival'' but I think I've used that like five times for other ficlets lmao #Stanley Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Pollution Powers AU #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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irregularbillcipher · 11 months

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i’m gonna write something someday about why bill being someone with a mild irregularity who was “repaired” feels so Correct to me and thematically i have a lot to say, but from a pure lore standpoint a lot of it comes down to the fact that the exwhylia page focuses heavily on two things— the caste system, which obviously impacted bill because triangle, and irregularity

like to make a clear flatland reference, irregularity did NOT have to be mentioned. there are other aspects of flatland’s world building that are technically more important and given more time than irregularity. exwhylia does not mention a strict gender binary or anything to do with lines in general, despite it being one of the most important systems of oppression in the book. i've complained occasionally about people willing to discuss how flatland tackles misogyny, but getting cold feet when discussing how it critiques eugenics, and i stand by the fact that it's frustrating, but the criticism of misogyny is central to a lot of first half of the novel. so if the exwhylia page was just trying to wink-wink-nudge-nudge to the audience that "hey, this is a flatland reference, btw!" and was not trying to specifically connect certain aspects of flatland to bill, then discussing the treatment of lines seems like a pretty clear thing to have added on the page, but it's not there

or hell, color! obviously the restriction of art and color is something that would have impacted bill, but it's also something that would have impacted every flatlander, not just bill. or even going more in depth about the caste systems instead of simplifying it to circles and triangles, if the goal was "flatland reference" and not "things that would have impacted bill." so the choice to leave out less Iconic flatland worldbuilding, like the gender binary and the lack of color, but to include irregularity... it's a deliberate choice, is all i'm saying. when ford goes "here's the class system of this dimension, it includes a high class circle and a lowly triangle... i think bill probably came from a dimension like this. btw they thought i was super irregular, here's what that means-- then i got saved by the oracle and she gave me a ton of info about bill!" it lumps irregularity in with Getting Information About Bill in a way that's interesting! and they could have easily attacked ford for being a being who appeared colorful, or had him encounter a circle who recognized him as something three dimensional, but they chose to bring irregularity up instead

the other main reason is that we know, canonically, that bill's homelife/relationship with his parents was Not Good. but the thing is, that's odd for a flatlander!

flatland society stresses the importance and reverence of the next generation, instead of a societal respect for one's elders, so the idea of bill being mistreated by his parents seems odd. sure, i'm sure they woulda been happier if he was born a square, but if he was a perfectly regular equilateral, he still would have had the potential to marry and have a square for a son. he would still have a role to play and by societal standards in flatland, there would have been an expectation that bill would have been treated well with his parents, so that he could be in the best shape possible to find a gal and marry off and hopefully have a square. if he had a family relationship "worse than stan's," though, well... it would make sense if he was irregular, because the societal expectation to treat him well to ensure the cipher bloodline gets closer to circledom would be moot if he was a failure by the ableist standards of his society. his parents also would have likely been seen as failures, creating resentment from day one, and they likely would have been barred from trying for more children, because, again, eugenics state. so either bill ends his family line, or he at least ends any chance his parents have of finally getting a square son, (because i'm sure if they were still popping out babies they hadn't achieved that yet and likely would not be allowed to have more kids after having an irregular,) and ends up the almost guaranteed least favorite kid if he has any older siblings

obviously i'm not saying that all parents in a society that puts their kids "first" (for class ascension reasons) are actually going to be given a healthy and stable childhood, ofc, but irregular bill gives an explanation as to why he may have had a troubled homelife from the jump

anyway

#i am really normal about flatlander bill i promise :)#i just think it's interesting what flatland details gravity falls keeps canon and what it doesn't and how that ties to bill #long post #also bill w/a mild irregularity leads to ford parallels

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eddieydewr · 4 months

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I always assumed that millie and her many bfs suspected noah was gay and that’s why there was no problems with them being all over each other lol otherwise those boys woulda been like 😡 then again if millie didn’t at least suspect he was gay then that earns a side eye from me lmao like why you disrespecting your boyfriends babe? lmao. But if she did think he was gay but and said multiple times during ST promo how they were trying to get Noah a girl friend… then she gets another side eye cause to say that about your friend you suspect is gay and closeted is… messy. messy all around lmaoooo. Anyways I do not know how any one ever shipped those two they are def platonic soulmates, though I guess very young fans are blinded by heteronormativity, but I guess maybe in another universe if Noah had been straight those two would be getting married now who knows hahaha. I’m glad Millie found that life long friendship for real though because everything you’ve said about her family is just awful and it must be hard for someone like her to make real lasting friendships.

millie probably suspected but didn’t press or ask him, she was waiting until noah was ready. figuring out your sexuality when you’re a teenager isn’t always easy so it’s good to give noah time and space. also, i don’t think millie was being malicious when she said she was working on finding a girlfriend for noah lol noah obviously didn’t take it the wrong way, and he likely knew that she also knew or suspected anyway. like an open secret just waiting to be confirmed.

also i didn’t think millie had many boyfriends? at least not serious ones anyway 😭 the thing with that jacob kid seemed bizarre, and i don’t count hunter echo cos he’s an arse.

millie and noah are platonic soulmates for sure 🫶🏻 the zoomer version of robin and steve, lol. btw, do you know anything about her and sadie sink? i’ve been seeing toxic millie stans complain that they’re not friends anymore so it made me wonder. there are older photos of them being close and hanging out a lot but it seems nonexistent nowadys. i would’ve put it down to them wanting more privacy, and getting older and busier means fewer opportunities to hang out with friends. it doesn’t necessarily mean they fell out?

#i’ve even seen them say she had a thing with sadie and it ended badly #or her parents force her to spend time with jake and is only allowed male friends pfft #beth answers

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hermiones-amortentia · 1 year

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I joined the online hp fandom 7 years ago in 2015 and I am just wondering how much my opinions on characters and ships have changed since then.

I went from liking Dumbledore from hating him to liking him again. I blame the excessive fandom hate that made me change my opinion.

I went from being obsessed with Snape to hating on him to being neutral. I think he is an excellent character and I enjoy reading bout him. But I don't think he was a good person.

I went from being a hardcore luna stan to meh at best. She is wizarding eq anti vaxx and flat earther.

I went from being a passionate Hermione fan to borderline disliking her to be a huge fan again. Lmfao. This was such a wild ride. If I never joined the fandom I probably wouldn't have had Ron as my fav. It woulda been Hermione. Bcz she interests me as a character. I would read a whole fic from her POV while can't deal with Ron's pov.

I went from loving Sirius to be neutral about him and from being neutral about Remus to liking him. I believe Remus in canon is a MUCH more complex character than Sirius. I don't vibe with their fanon versions though.

I went from liking the twins to hating them. God they are awful in books. I can't believe no one talks about it. They are ALMOST as bad as Draco.

The only thing that didn't change is my hate for Draco. Thought he was a cowardly wimp with no talent the 1st time I read books. Still have the same opinion.

As for ships

I went from liking Wolfstar, Linny, Neville/Luna, Ron/Luna, Ron/Harry, Hermione/Ginny to not giving a single eff about any of those ships.

I have changed my opinion on Jily. Didn't like them back then. Now I do.

I went from actively hating all non canon Hermione ships to not acknowledging even their fanon existence.

Again the only thing that didn't change is my utter love for book! Romione. And it will never change..

#ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #harry potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #severus snape #albus dumbledore #jily

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troublcmakcrs · 1 year

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@monmuses 〢 cont from here .

“I was—less surprised now,” Craig says with a bright smile. “I woulda been absolutely fucking gobsmacked if you said, ‘Yes.’” He leans back, elbows propped on the table, while he scans the small crowd for Stan Marsh. He mostly recognizes a lot of faces—small town curse—but there are some he can’t quite place on account of them growing up quite a bit since the last time he cared to pay attention to them. Kyle’s curly red hair was unmistakable, though, so Craig made his way over here so he wouldn’t have to play a guessing game with anyone else.

He and Kyle were never great friends growing up—he was always the most partial to Cartman out of that group, something that probably didn’t make much sense to the other three—but Kyle was still fine.

“Didn’t think it was, honestly. Of all your friends, you always struck me as the least invested in most of their idiotic schemes.” He chuckles warmly, although he had not been amused by most of their nonsense at the time.

Giving up on his search for Stan, who has always been average enough to blend into most spaces, Craig turns his attention back to Kyle, head lulled lazily back on his left shoulder. “I am here by myself—I find me to be better company than most these days.” Not that he altogether dislikes people; he has simply come to value the peace in solitude, the warmth in lonesomeness.

“Going to school, mostly,” he says. He opens his mouth to say something else but seems to think better of it and shakes his head slightly, mostly to himself. “I’m back for the summer—can’t convince my family and most of my old friends to leave, so…” He flashes another grin, blue eyes glimmering with humor.

“What about you? How’ve you been?”

#ic :: ( craig )#int :: ( thread )#ver :: college ( craig )#monmuses

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roboromantic · 1 year

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I know the focus of the show is probably supposed to be about the future and humans, Terrans, and Cybertronians learning to live together in peace, but the Alex stan in me is DYING to know more about wtf happened on Cybertron anyway.

like ok ignoring for the moment the question of why the Autobot/Decepticon war started in the first place.

— Alex says everyone came to Earth via a space bridge; iirc it looked like the timeline went something like

Decepticons control the space bridge on Cybertron

Autobots manage to take it from the Decepticons long enough to get to Earth as well.

Firstly, where’d the Earth-side space bridge come from? I would assume someone woulda had to have flown over there in a spaceship and built it at some point — maybe Quintus? In IDW1 iirc space bridges were basically introdced to Cybertron by the Quintessons; having Quintus make it could be a nod to that and also explain the presence of the Emberstone on Earth.

or idk maybe it’s like a Minecraft Nether portal and it just generates the other bridge when you first use it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway I’d’ve thought OP et al woulda had to fight Decepticons the second they arrived on Earth, but maybe they didn’t bother defending that side since they thought the Cybertronian side was secure. Or maybe no one really “controlled” it, it was just discovered and both sides immediately started fighting over it for some reason? and the Decepticons fled through it, pursued by the Autobots? Did anyone even know where it went? why’d the Decepticons go to Earth in the first place; was it an accident? and if so why not just immediately go back to Cybertron lmao.

At any rate, the Earth side of the bridge seems to be under Autobot control.

For whatever reason, Bee comes to Earth. Did OP ask him to come for backup? Did something happen on Cybertron to force him to flee? We don’t know.

Likewise, Bee’s shown fighting Starscream as OP, Elita, and Jazz (who in true G1 fashion apparently turns into Ironhide upon arriving on Earth?) beam over to Earth, which means Starscream either came through the space bridge after the Autobots gained control of it — did he manage to escape the Autobots on the Earth side? or did they also leave it undefended until he came through and they were like “whoops we should do something about that.” Did he come through at the same time as Bee?

Optimus blows up the Earth side of the space bridge and the war “ends.”

Optimus says Megs has only been working for Ghost for 15 years, so either the space bridge got blown up a lot later than Alex made it sound like or maybe they were at “peace” but Megs was still leading the Decepticons until something (Dot?) changed his mind. Like I know he said he saw that Optimus was willing to do whatever’s right to protect his people no matter the cost blah blah blah but. if there was a 15 year gap between that and him starting to work for Ghost then.

Optimus says something to the effect of “As far as we know, the Cybertronians on Earth are the last of our kind.” I would assume this ties into why Bee came to Earth; they don’t seem to have any way to communicate with Cybertron, so word of mouth from someone who left later. Is anyone even around to do anything about the Cybertronian side of the space bridge??? I wanna say Shockwave is usually the guy left behind but who knows

We also don’t know WHY Bee is hiding from Ghost iirc??? I’m also a bit confused about the Terrans hiding from Ghost bc Optimus Licherally told Ghost to send a truck to pick them up. that’s how they ended up getting kidnapped.

It’s kinda funny that Agent what’s-his-face doesn’t immediately recognize Bee like. I know that the last they heard of him he was probably a Beetle but still.

Also the FUCK happened on Cybertron to make them think they’re the only Cybertronians left??? Are we gonna get colony planet stuff? More importantly are we gonna get any Junkion stuff PLEASE this would be the PERFECT show to bring them back and update the “speaking TV” bit into speaking via memes. The kids can translate for the very confused adults and/or we could have a funny reveal where like idk, Megatron is actually super up to date on the latest in Internet culture.

Anyway going back to history, Mo’s textbook has some......interesting phrasing. The cover says “A brief and incomplete history of Cybertron, the Autobots, and the humans on Earth that live among them.”

Like it’s straight-up saying Cybertron=Autobot. It uh. sounds VERY biased unless maybe Volume II is supposed to showcase the Decepticon side of things.

Also saying “The humans on Earth that live among them” sounds to me more like the Autobots run the planet and humans just live there; I think we almost always see things framed as Cybertronians living among humans instead.

side note: I’m wondering if that’s supposed to just be abstract textbook art or if it’s showing Cybertron, its two moons, and a sun. the two moons and sun are kinda not a constant throughout the franchise, though I think 2 moons is generally more widely accepted because of TFTM

If/when we see more of Cybertron I hope that like the last post said it’s more “fun and alien,” I really loved how Cyberverse had a lot more going on than just. plain grey metal with stupidly tall buildings. All we’ve seen of it afaik is from Alex’s story, which was rather obviously Not what it would look like if they go to Cybertron later in the show, and a picture of the planet in this same textbook. speaking of Alex’s story it’s very funny to me that his wife is Megatron’s bff but he’s still like ~ooh the cruel and dastardly Megatron~ sjdfhdjkshkg

speaking of human companions don’t we see Spike with Bee for a brief second? whatever happened to them and will we see maybe a Hot Rod/Rodiums and Daniel friendship at some point??? They also mention Dot working with the Autobots and we see what is presumably her with younger versions of the kids but like. Optimus says it’s been 30 years since he started working with Ghost so they’d be at LEAST 30 by now. I’m gonna chalk that up to it being part of Alex’s story and not evidence of what actually happened

There’s a lot of references to a Battle of Burbank (I think? the wiki’s not up to date yet and I don’t feel like digging through episodes to verify the name) Most important is Megs is reminiscing about fighting alongside Dot in this battle.

Wheeljack does mention that Cybertronian traditions aren’t really doable on Earth

Speaking of that reminds me of that Rescue Bots episode where they try to celebrate All Spark Day and THAT reminds me I really really wanna see some Rescue Bots stuff. are you kidding me they’d be PERFECT for this series.

OUGH ALEX MEETING WEDGE AND IMMEDIATELY BONDING OVER THEIR SHARED LOVE OF BEE........... Twitch and Whirl would also get along super well

anyway I don’t know that they’d actually like, all show up on the show but it’d be cool if like, idk the Malto kids became friends with Cody and Frankie or st.

Side note but I’d also be curious to see who all is a member of the Rescue Bots. The original four almost certainly, but they might wanna keep Blurr a little closer to his G1 counterpart. As for Salvage, High Tide, and Quickshadow......who knows? Quickshadow’s not really a Rescue Bot per se, and what with her being a James Bond kinda character, I could see her being a part of like, Ghost’s British division or st.

I want Nightshade to meet a nonbinary human (who uses neopronouns please and thank you) so people who are okay with it because ~robots don’t have gender~ or w/e can’t use that as a cop-out

I’ve been rewatching Earthspark to find stuff for this photoset (gifset? haven’t decided) I wanna make so here’s a couple fun background things I noticed

#Chal's TF ramblings #sorry if I forget to end a sentence somewhere I have adhd and kept jumping between bullet points as I thought of stuff #but this post is long enough already and I don't feel like fixing it up even though it's uh. kinda scrambled #I will probably also think of a zillion more things later that I meant to mention but forgot 😔

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“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show. Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst. Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way. Our one shot. Our Last chance. You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright? But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode. She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck. I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad. I love him eternally. He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world. Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it. How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man. Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel! You know what? Stay. Stay. Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made. What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you. He’s not like Cas. He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes. You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them? It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh? I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic. Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened. You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part. Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along. They HAVE free will, just not total free will. Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write. Obviously, this comes into play later.

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance. I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance. Something we’ve never tried before. Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world. True balance. The way it was always meant to be. But you can’t. You only care about your pleasure, your story. Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable. He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything. He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies. Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s. Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam. The first man. And Seraphina. The angel.

“My old lady. She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay. Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons. The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine. I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive. Not really. You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free. But now? Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs. And that’s, that’s because of you. So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack. Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important: Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said. He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it? He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier. He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore. This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is. The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place. For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13. This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that? Dean, brought to the edge of doubt. His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end. And poor Sam, always gotta know everything. Can’t leave well enough alone. This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05? Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom. His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas? I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates. He can’t lose Cas. But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants! I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck. In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me. My entire life, you’ve protected me. From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything. I didn’t always like it, you know? But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true. So please, put the gun away. Just put it away. We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me. We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come. Because fuck. After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John. John. On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other. Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other. But this? This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad. This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time. Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices. And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”? They did what they were told. But not you. Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell. Every one told him the same thing. And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different. Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people. Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18. I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.

#welcome to my essay lmao #supernatural #spn #spoilers #my meta #spn 15x17 #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #castiel #amara #chuck shurley #lilly liveblogs supernatural

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bby-bo · 3 years

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“Cocky Facetime Calls”

Atsumu is sorta smooth in this. Does that make him out of character? guys im jk tsumu stans dont come for me pls p.s. I recommend Trip by Ella Mai or Stretch You Out by Summer Walker when reading this

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: sexual topics, primarily female/male sex discussed

Summary: Atsumu finds out that your past sexual history has been less than desireable, and he lets you know that he’s willing to break that losing streak for you.

“Wait- what did ya just say?”

A long sigh leaves your lips as you throw an exasperated look at Atsumu from across your phone screen.

“I said-”

“Ya’ve never cum with any other guy ya hooked up with? Like ever?!!”

“Yeah. Like ever. Listen, I didn’t tell you this so you can just make fun of me alright? I know it’s bad. Trust me, I am more than aware” A dead look takes over your features as thought you’ve already given up, while Atsumu’s incredulous smile only grows.

He sits back and just takes a minute to look at you, that cocky smile still across his face. Even through the facetime call, you could feel the heat of that stare and you were once again reminded of how he got so popular in the first place.

“Oh, come on- like you’ve never had a bad hookup before” The sarcasm dripped from your words, not believing that Atsumu’s had nothing but good experiences with his partners.

“I mean, sometimes two people just don’t click well and that'll sorta make an experience “bad” I guess. But I woulda still at least had a decent time with a girl I didn’t click with, ya know?”

“Yea I guess I can understand that...” You internally cringed. You hadn’t even had a half way decent experience- none of your past hook ups had ever made you cum. It was like they hadn’t even tried. Or in some cases, tried too hard and got so aggressive that you just faked the O’ to avoid the awkwardness of telling them to stop.

You were starting to think that the issue lied with you rather than your partner. Were you just too hard to please? Granted, you definitely were still growing into your voice in the bedroom, and often times you were just too shy to say exactly how you wanted the other person to perform on you.

In your mind there was just no smooth or sexy way to say “quit jack hammering my vagina with your fingers please” or “angle your dick lower when you fuck me you’re missing the good spot by a mile”. Your face took on the slightest of blushes just thinking about it- there was no way you could ever say anything of the sort, especially not after the mood has been set.

“Well ya know sweetheart, I have a certain rule that sets me apart from the rest. And so far my reviews have been very good”. Atsumu smiled to himself, cockiness and self assurance dripping from every word.

You offered him a look of ‘seriously?’ and you rolled your eyes despite the small laugh that escaped. Always such a cocky bastard.

“Don’t ya dare gimme that look- I’m serious! The ladies love me for a reason sweetheart, I’m telling ya the reviews don’t lie”. He opened his arms wide, biceps flexing slightly as if to say ‘look at me, would I lie to you?’

“Oh you are totally the type to ask a girl for a full review the day after you hooked up”. You were half joking, but the sheepish look on Atsumu’s face confirmed enough.

“I do not! The girls just love me enough to always hit me up the next day. Comin’ at me with the “I had such a great time, yer the best fuck I ever had ‘Tsumu!” I don’t even hafta ask for reviews, I’m good enough that they just come to me anyways”

He even lifted his voice to imitate that of a very high pitched girl’s voice. If you thought Atsumu was cocky before, now he was exposing his entire God-complex.

“You’re so full of shit, I can’t believe a single word out of your mouth right now Tsumu” You were full on laughing now, zero thoughts about potentially tearing his self confidence down; he could probably be knocked down seventeen notches and still have cockiness left to spare. You sighed, but just to satisfy your own curiosity you asked the question you’d been secretly dying to know.

“So what is this “rule” that you have for yourself anyways? Something I should be looking forward to?” You tried your best to hide your curiosity with teasing words, but that passed right over Atsumu’s head.

“I knew ya were gonna ask. And yes sweetheart, this is somethin’ I know you’ll enjoy. My rule is that the girl has to cum before I fuck her.”

Is he for real? How come nobody else has a rule like that?? Wait a second-

“I thought you said you were an impatient guy. That’s bullshit, how could you be both extremely impatient but also patient enough to put your partner first” It was more of a statement than a question, but once again the comments bounced right off Atsumu’s ego.

He laughed out loud before replying, “Baby, I would take all the time in the world to make ya cum just to see yer face before we ever get to fucking. Outside of sex I suppose ya could say I don’t like waitin’, but with a girl i’m interested in? That would all change just to see ya melt beneath me”

You almost expected him to come right out and say he was joking. How could he say all that with a straight face? His eyes deepened to such a dark brown that their gaze combined with the searing heat of his voice had your heart beat quickening and your breath subconsciously tripping.

You could hardly even come up with a response, his eyes still watching your face’s every move as if he predicted your reaction. If Atsumu had been saying any of this in person, you were positive your entire face would’ve burst into flames.

Even just through the little speakers on your phone, his voice carried through with such a deep timbre that you felt as though he was speaking directly into your ear, his mouth just brushing the shell of your ear as he pushed your hair softly away from your neck-

“That was the cutest reaction ever” Atsumu’s serious face broke into a charming smile, his eyes still never leaving his phone screen, still staring at your attempts to hide your blushy smile. You still couldn’t get any words out- how was someone supposed to respond to that anyways without completely embarrassing themselves?

“D-Don’t make fun of me you jackass” You laughed a little at your own expense, trying to break the building tension within yourself.

“I ain’t teasin’ ya cutie. Yer just makin’ some real cute faces so I had to tell ya. Yer fucking adorable”.

Aaand there he goes again, saying things like that with no hesitation. How does he even come up with line after line on the spot like that? There’s no way anyone is that smooth and has the confidence to- actually? If there was one guy on this planet with an ego big enough to carry those words smoothly without embarrassment, it was Atsumu.

Under normal circumstances, you probably would’ve cringed and called Atsumu out for having a head too big for his shoulders. But right now? At 2am on facetime, with your room dark and only Atsumu’s handsome features to talk to? It was hard to say that he had no effect on you. In fact it was probably safe to say that if you weren’t sober, you would definitely be inviting him over right about now. But sober you did not have the balls for that so you would just have to settle.

Almost as if he could see your thoughts, Atsumu continued his explanation of his special rule.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, ya know? I love having the knowledge that I can reduce ya to nothing but a wining, begging mess for me.”

“This is how you ended up with an ego so fucking huge”

“Yea maybe, but hey- at least ya know for sure that you would cum if I fucked you sweetheart”. A smirk split across his face as one brow lifted into that cocky look that fit him so well.

You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. On one hand, having someone throw all these sexual innuendos at you was torture. But on the other hand? It was really, really hot.

And you certainly weren’t imagining Atsumu visiting you on your college campus. And certainly not thinking about him laying you out on your bed in front of him. No way.

“Well, we’ll just have to see about all of that. Won’t we?” Somehow you got the words out without stuttering, even though your cheeks were still pink. His smirk widened just the slightest bit before saying,

“I guess we will sweetheart”

A few short moments later Atsumu hung up, with 2:15 am approaching quick and his 10 am morning practice looming over head for tomorrow. With that, you were left to your own devices. Quite literally.

You just couldn’t get the mental images out of your mind. Atsumu laying you down on your bed, spreading your legs open for him to settle between them. His fingers stretching over the skin of your thighs, only to bring them over his shoulders as his head went low and close to your dripping sensitive place.

You felt a shiver run through you, your entire body a little feverish. Abruptly opening your eyes, you rolled over to the side of your bed and opened the drawer of your nightstand to find your replacement for Atsumu for the night. Settling back into the pillows, you clicked the ‘on’ button and closed your eyes.

#bby bo atsumu #atsumu #miya #atsumu miya #miya twins #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #inarizaki #miya atsumu #msby atsumu

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decepti-thots · 2 years

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Just finished reading the spotlight: prowl post, so gotta ask, thoughts on the Costa run?

I really live in fear of the day I find out that there's some small group of Costa TF stans hanging out on this site, you know. I am so damn mean to that run without a single 'but different strokes!' caveat like I usually am with stuff I am really critical of. Hah. But yeah, I will say, I just unequivocally dislike most of Costa's work on TF.

And I don't feel like I'm being too mean there because y'know what? Costa gave an infamous interview where he basically expressed his frustration with the fact he didn't like writing for TF, so like, it's not as though the man himself seems to have been super fussed about the work he did on this comic. If I had to guess, Costa was probably just in a position as a comics writer in an infamously precarious industry where he couldn't turn down a steady regular ongoing, and hey. Fair. Comics are a nightmare to work in professionally. It happens. But like... the lack of interest shows, and it shows in that his TF comics, IMO, just were not. Good.

Costa's run is mostly bad in ways I think are very boring. He's not interested in the world or the characters. He has little interest in developing pre-existing characters or ideas. He looks for any opportunity to do his own thing apart from what came before, and spends too much time as a result in stuff that people just did not come to the comic for. His dialogue is disinterested. His plotting is meandering. Above all else it feels detached, to me.

Also, remember how he did that weirdass political nonsense? Like. Remember when the Decepticons were allied with. NORTH KOREA. And CHINA who are BAD and COMMIES, I GUESS because COMMIES BAD. Every time I remember this actually happened I have to lie down. It's absurd.

And the thing is, I said this a while ago, sometimes you will start reading an issue of the comic and go 'oh HM, that's an interesting idea, or character moment, actually', and then the actual comic will keep happening and it will just suck. Which is why I'm inclined to say the big issue here is probably just disinterest more than anything. If you describe some of the stuff just in summary, it actually has a lot of potential. A lot of the stuff with Hot Rod is, theoretically, actually the solid foundation for a good story. Some of the stuff with Starscream, too. There are ideas there that could be great. And then you... read the comic and it's just nothing. Nothing at all.

People sometimes talk about how MTMTE/LL or phase 2 generally was when IDW's TF comics broke out from being a hyper specific nerd thing into a general thing comics people were aware of in its own right, as more than a mediocre tie in that hardcore fans liked for nerd reasons and more just actual comics. This is not actually true. The first time that happened was when Costa's run being notoriously terrible broke containment and for a little while was something of a joke for how bafflingly bad it was. And tbh, that was earned.

Anyway, it's still so weird he went on to write a fucking bonkers-in-the-good-way balls to the wall weird and definitive-to-this-day Venom run that was basically good for all the reasons his TF stuff sucked??? Did he have a fucking awakening. Did he drop some acid and have an epiphany or something. Good for him but like. Woulda LOVED to see that energy on his TF run. What the hell man.

#ask meme

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bbyboybucket · 2 years

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The thing that really irks me whenever the therpy scene is brought up is how the crazed Bucky stans act as if Sam isn't allowed to have feelings or have any issues. That Sam is only there to serve Bucky's needs and wants. They ignore him then try and make him the villain just to make themselves feel better. Those stans tend to forget or flat out ignore that Steve and Bucky made a life changing decision about Sam, without TALKING to Sam !!!! Sam clearly had so many emotions after Steve gave him the Shield, that i wish Spellman would've touched base on just a little bit more. From getting the Shield, to Steve leaving and reaching out to Bucky(just to be ignored) and learning about Issah and then the cops. Sam had a lot bottled in and the show should have let him express it more. Sam isn't perfect, hell neither is Bucky. But those stans need to stop making Sam out to be something that he;s not. #TheMCUFandomDoesn'tDeserveSamWilson . Sorry about the long rant :)

Don’t be sorry, bestie, I completely agree with everything. I mean that is a HUGE responsibility that was just dropped on him without anyone considering how he felt. It’d be hard for anyone to handle but as the purpose of his character arc, as the show repeatedly states, it’s even harder for him as a black man. Now of course, we all want Sam to be Cap, we all know he’s the absolute best (pretty much only choice because nobody is as good as him) but in universe, he has to come to that realization himself.

And I definitely agree that he had so much bottled in and that the show didn’t touch on it enough. I feel like they didn’t touch on a lot of things enough or left one too many things up to speculation, because the show was trying to do way too much in only 6 episodes. I always think things would’ve been better if we’d gotten 8 or 9. It would’ve been better if we could see a little more of what was happening before the events of the first episode.

Also I think this kinda ties into the whole stans forgetting (ignoring) that Sam has feelings too. Everyone immediately jumps to Sam’s history as a counselor and automatically concludes that he should be acting like Bucky’s therapist. Like no. That’s not how friendships work and it’s not his responsibility to take on Bucky’s issues. People tend to forget that Sam has PTSD too. He has his own issues from when he served, from Riley’s death. I so so so so wish they would’ve included and elaborated on, or even just mentioned Riley. Because that’s obviously an important part of his story. He probably has PTSD from his time with the Avengers because the things they do, just the fights with Thanos, Civil War, are for sure traumatic. Just because he copes better than Bucky, doesn’t mean his struggles aren’t there.

I mean literally, Sam was on the run, deemed a wanted criminal for two years, couldn’t see his family or live his life. Then he was snapped too. I mean that’s also gotta take a toll on him. His sister and nephews survived the snap. He literally missed 7 years with them and missed his nephews grow up in the blink of an eye.

And I wish they woulda shown a little something of Sam grieving the loss of Steve too, in ways other than primarily focusing the shield. Bucky isn’t the only one dealing with that loss, Sam was close with Steve and had to go through the motions with that too.

I think that maybe, in some instances (because most people really just ignore him for Bucky), people tend to not see how that Sam is struggling too because he’s a very strong character. He’s level headed and can compartmentalize easily. But struggles, his feelings, they’re all just as valid and real. They need to be addressed because my dude really has been through a lot.

#asks #anon asks #anon #Sam Wilson #Captain America #TFATWS #CAATWS

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pinkandblueblurbs · 2 years

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Do you have a favorite ship from each fandom you write for?

hmm kinda? the fandom where i’m most interested in ships is probably marvel, i have a good amount of marvel ships that i like. i like stucky, i like romanogers, i like winterfalcon, i like thorbruce, i like barneswidow, i like scarletstrange a lot, frostwitch (i think that’s the name for loki and wanda??). my friend mars and i also love bucky and loki which is a weird one hehe. idk i like ships in marvel bc there are so many characters and i dont take them too seriously or anything so it can be fun to think about lots of diff couples. my fave canon ship is probably drukkari tho?? or petermj… GAH IDK

umm i like newtmas for tmr a decent amount but i also thought thomas and brenda woulda been cute <33 for the hunger games… idk ig katniss and peeta ahshs. for criminal minds i’m a moreid stan!!!! i think they’re so fucking cute!!! and i also like either emily and jj or emily and hotch. for bridgerton i love daph and simon and eloise and theo so far! and for the witcher my ideal is geralt yennefer and jaskier being poly <33

#❥ you’ve got mail!#i also still stand by mars and i’s weird hp ship of neville and george #i love coming up w weird ships that just work with mars ahshsh

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gojology · 3 years

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Teddybears and Shitty Cards.

back to homepage pairing : yuuji x gender neutral reader warnings : minor cursing, fluff wordcount : 1529 a/n : i hope i did u yuuji stans justice .. probably not but this is rlly good for my characterization :) also i thought that gojo wasn’t as well loved as megumi/yuuji/nanami etc but holy shit i thought wrong. my megumi and nanami fics got little to no attraction, or maybe i write them horribly, idk. is gojo satoru the best husbando in jjk? (the answer is yes.) also uh.. i didnt proof read this ████████████████ 100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

“Itadori!” you yell, panting, cupping your hands together around your mouth to amplify your voice. He had asked you prior to meet with you for Valentines in this particular park, most likely because it was Valentines day. You had to admit, his selection in nice places was clearly defined. The views from the hill you and him sat upon was spectacular, you could see the city in it’s whole. This was amplified with the setting of the sun, a hazy beautiful orangey-yellow gradient was all the eye could see from up here. It was definitely worth the walk up the steep hill, and you took a much needed seat and breather on the painted wooden bench, pulling out your water bottle you take a long swig, wiping the sweat off your brow as you did so. You took a quick sneak peek at Yuuji, who was humming a tune, earbuds in. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you leaned closer into his shoulder. His thumbs were fumbling with something, which you now realized was a Nintendo Switch. “Watcha playing?” you ask, breathing in his scent. Remnants of candy and baked goods filled your nose. Yuuji didn’t say anything back, instead continuing to hum and mumble a few lyrics, lost in his own world. It was only until you impatiently tapped at his broad shoulders to pay attention to you. He jolted up, looking left and right before finally realizing you were sitting next to him. Taking a deep breath in, he cheerfully smiled before taking one of his earbuds out. “Hey! You came early~ are you excited to see me?” he questioned, setting his Nintendo Switch into his backpack before picking up what seemed to be a bag right next to him. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be, baby?” you reply back, grinning, deciding to pay no mind towards this bag. Yuuji was quite popular, especially revolving sports or something along the lines of that. Many famous coaches had said that he possessed super-human strength, and he had been showered in contracts with sport teams not long after those few words. In return, this caused Yuuji to be insanely busy with many interviews and pelted with multiple adult-y stuff to do, which had hurt you exceptionally. It greatly hindered the relationship between you two. Weekly visits turned into monthly, and you couldn’t bare to see him drown in all his work. He was a busy guy, but yet always so carefree, and you didn’t want that carefree childish aspect of him to disappear. After all, that was something you loved about Yuuji. He looked up at you with a reassuring beam, and you felt yourself melt under those warm eyes. “Aww, that makes me happy, (Y/N). Scratch that, you make me happy!” facing you, he gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Your heart bursts, it had been too long since you felt that specific thing, and you give him a gentle kiss back, running a hand through his fluffy hair. “I missed you. It’s been too long since I’ve talked to you, lovebug. Schedule is jampacked. But I met some nice friends along the way, and my coach is super nice!” he rambled on, fumbling with the handles of this mysterious bag. “Oh? How so?” trying to make conversation, you want to appear as interested as he talked about his coach, but you were focused on his outfit and how he looked in general. He had gotten way more stronger, you noted. He was much more scrawnier when you two first started dating, and you wondered how his cuddles might feel like. Something that didn’t change though, was his horrible fashion sense. Wearing a turquoise t-shirt with a lemon yellow jacket over it, you almost winced. Yuuji dressed like a 6th grader who had their mom pick out clothes for them. “...And he annoys the absolute shit out of his co-worker, Utahime. It’s funny! I also met this guy named Nanami and I have no idea how my coach and Nanami are friends. Nanami always looks like he’s on the verge of murdering him whenever he opens his mouth to speak! Oh and also me and my coach made Valentine cards together and I worked really hard on it and I just know you’ll like it! Also-” “Alright, alright. That’s a mouthful.” you sang sarcastically, Yuuji awkwardly laughed and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, looking at you like you had caught him stealing a cookie out of a jar at 12 AM. “Sorry. I get carried away a lot.” he says, peering into the bottomless pit inside the bag. You couldn’t quite see what was inside of it. “No, no. I think it’s cute, Yuuji-san! I didn’t forget how you acted in the span of 1 month, why would I be dating you if I thought you were annoying?” hoping this’ll knock some sense into him, you closely examine his body language for any changes, hoping that went through his mind. You had to make sure, the guy was dumb when it came to social cues. “Ohh, really?” he looked up, pointer finger on his chin, a confused expression covering his features. “I didn’t know, I’ll act more annoying for you then!” Smacking your forehead, you studied your shoes, too giggly to look at him eye-to-eye. “That’s not what I meant, idiot.” “...What did you mean then?” Yuuji quizzed, tilting his head to the side. You really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, you’d think that all sport players would be brutes and be masculine and perhaps... Not stupid? But here you were. “No bother.” waving your hand as a dismissal of the conversation, you instead lean towards the bag he was holding, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this?” “It’s a surprise~” he responded, obviously giddy. You felt yourself soften once more, how could someone be so cute just answering a question? “Hey, come on!” tugging on his arm, you try to yank the bag away, curiosity killing you. His grasp was firm, and he laughed as you did so, it felt good to hear him laugh like that again. “Okay, okay! Fine. Here, go at it.” handing you the bag, you practically ripped the handles off, ecstatic to see what could possibly be waiting to be discovered. Inside was an incredibly large teddy bear, soft. The color was almost exactly the same shade of Yuuji’s, and you squeal, hugging the plush. “Awww! This is so cute! I woulda never believed you’re smart enough to get a good gift for me!” you joked, he caught the sarcasm this time, giving you a confident grin. He liked the compliments. “It’s supposed to be me.” placing a hand onto his chest dramatically. “I don’t know if you realized though.” Scoffing, you put the teddybear to the side. “Of course I’d realize! I’m not dumb, Yuuji-san!” “Why not? We could be dumb together! Also, there’s something extra at the very bottom that I think you’d like.” Blinking, you realized that you had completely forgotten about the bag between your legs. Looking back down and rummaging for what possibly could be there, you pull out a card. On the front, there’s a tacky lopsided heart, made with glitter glue. It seems there are also many failed attempts of starting this large heart at the sides of it. At the top, there’s a large, “Happy Valentines Day!” in red marker that was also uneven. Underneath the heart? A stick figure drawing of you and Yuuji, which was also... Pretty horrible. Stifling a giggle, you open the card, eyes scanning the left for anything, you turn to face the right as soon as you deem it clear. That’s where the writing is. Dear Y/N, I love you very much and I know I do not spend that much time with you anymore but you still make me very happy. My coach was very nice and gave me Valentines day off because he felt bad. I had to run to the nearest drugstore to get you this teddybear, but me and Mr. Coach decorated this together! He says he’s a very good drawer and I agree. I think the drawing is very detailed. He also helped me with the heart (we picked out the color together) and we had a lot of fun decorating. He says my handwriting looks really bad (is that true?) can you please help me fix it later? :( With a lot of love, Your Boyfriend and Gojo Satoru (his cool coach that helped him write this, thank me later. I have no idea how you handle this guy, but God is he such an amazing kid.) Looking back up from the card, you look at Yuuji, who is looking at you back, squeamish. Without another thought, you kiss him, soft and light ones on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere on his face. When you finally pull away, both of you are staring at each other fondly. “Yes, I’ll help you fix your handwriting, dummy.” Yuuji gave you a toothy smile that he only saved for the special ones in his life.

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Ford’s Marriage of Convenience

I was very surprised by how much traction my Marriage of Convenience AU is getting, so I sat down and wrote some more for it. This particular ficlet, in which Ford explains his situation, takes place immediately following the first one I posted (which you can read here).

Shout-out to the folks on the Discord, who have been helping with the development of this AU, in particular, @nour386, who wrote a version of the second scene in this ficlet. Y’all rock.

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The front door opened. Stan looked up from Orion and Iris, who he was playing with on the floor.

“Angie, I’ll make dinner,” Ford started as he walked inside. “What do you…” He trailed off at the sight of Stan. “…Stanley?”

“Hey, Ford.” Stan ruffled Orion’s thick, brown curls. Orion giggled. “When were you gonna tell me I was an uncle?”

“I…” Ford seemed blindsided. He set down his briefcase. Stan silently noted that Ford’s sense of style hadn’t changed since the last time he saw his twin. Ford still wore sweater vests and slacks. “I wanted to contact you, but you ran away. No one knew where you were or whether you were even alive!” Ford shook his head. “W-why are you here? Where’s Angie?”

“Angie’s your wife?”

“Yes.”

“I dunno where she is,” Stan said with a shrug. Panic flashed in Ford’s eyes. “She saw me at the park, chewed me out for not being home, and sent me here. Guess she thought I was you.” Iris toddled over to Stan and sat in his lap. “I figured out pretty quick why she was so pissed.”

“She’s not here? She’s supposed to-” Ford facepalmed. “Shoot. She had a meeting today, I’d completely forgotten.”

“Got your schedules mixed up, huh?” Stan played with Iris’s six-fingered hands. “Good thing she found me, or your little gremlins woulda spent the day home alone.”

“Yes, I suppose it’s for the best that you were here.” Fury suddenly colored Ford’s voice. “But Angie still sent a stranger to our home!”

“I’m not a stranger.”

“She doesn’t know you!” Ford ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll have to talk to her about that.”

“Probably a good idea,” Stan agreed. “So, are you gonna tell me how you wound up married with two kids?”

“As long as you tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“Deal.”

“First, the children should go down for their nap.” Ford walked over to Orion and picked him up.

“Dada!” Orion squealed happily. Ford squeezed his son gently, a soft look on his face.

“Hello, Orion,” he said tenderly. He ran his fingers through Orion’s hair. “Did you enjoy your day with Uncle Stan?”

“Yeah, about that.” Stan picked Iris up and stood. “I told them I was their Uncy Stan, but they were convinced I was you.” As if to prove his point, Orion looked at Stan.

“Dada!”

“No,” Ford said gently. “He’s your Uncle Stan. I’m your father.”

“Unc,” Iris chirped.

“That’s right, Uncy Stan,” Stan said. He kissed Iris’s cheek. “Moses, she’s a smart one.” Ford scowled. “What?”

“Don’t teach them improper words. I don’t want their vocabulary to suffer.”

“How old are they?”

“They turn two next month.”

“Yeah, you don’t need to worry about their vocabulary.”

“Hmph. I disagree. They’re in their formative years.” Orion began to squirm in Ford’s arms. “We need to put them down for their naps before-” Orion let out a wail. Ford sighed. “Too late.”

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After spending what felt like hours settling Orion and Iris for their naps, Stan and Ford walked out the back door. The backyard was immaculate, with a swing bench on the porch and what would probably be a beautiful garden if it wasn’t February. Ford immediately sat down on the bench. Stan followed suit.

“So…” Stan started. Ford held up a finger.

“Just a moment, Stanley.” Ford reached into his pocket and, to Stan’s surprise, pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Stan raised an eyebrow.

“What happened to ‘Those things will kill you, Stanley’?”

“What happened?” Ford repeated. He laughed hollowly, lit his cigarette, and took a drag off it. “I married a woman just to get my family off my back, trapping her in a marriage where I could never love her the way she deserved.”

“I had a feeling that was what happened,” Stan said, lighting a cigarette of his own. “But I wouldn’t mind some details.”

“Very well.” Ford sighed, a distant look in his eyes, the same dark brown as Iris’s. “Angie and I met each other at West Coast Tech. We were both social outcasts amongst our much wealthier classmates. As such, we befriended each other quickly. Then…” Ford took another drag off his cigarette. “Then you ran away. Shermie was deployed overseas. And all the attention in our family fell upon me. I couldn’t handle the pressure. At every family gathering, I was asked when I would settle down with a nice girl. It only got worse after Mom and Pops visited me at school and met Angie. Mom demanded to know why I hadn’t gone steady with the first woman to ever enjoy spending time with me.”

“She doesn’t know that you don’t like women, huh?”

“Of course Mom doesn’t know! I can’t trust her not to tell Pops.” Ford put his head in his hands. Light from the sun glinted off his golden wedding ring. “Angie was facing some pressure of her own from her family. They didn’t want her to be alone. I suggested we marry, to get our families to back off. And, well, she obviously agreed.”

“That’s a helluva romantic proposal,” Stan said dryly. Ford lifted his head to glare at him. “How’d the kids happen, though? I’m guessing they weren’t on accident. You two probably don’t knock boots on the regular, since you’re just friends.”

“Yes, Orion and Iris were planned,” Ford said quietly. He took another puff of his cigarette. “I didn’t want children. Angie did, though. She’s always wanted to be a mother. I’d already taken so much from her, I couldn’t bring myself to deny her children.” Ford grimaced. “I didn’t expect twins.”

“You seem to like them a lot.”

“Of course I do!” Ford snapped. “Orion and Iris are my children, Stanley. I love them with all my soul. I would do anything for them.”

“Okay, okay, geez,” Stan said, holding his hands up in defeat. “I get it. It’s just- you didn’t want them.”

“Not originally, no.” A wistful smile played around Ford’s mouth. “But when I held them the day they were born, I- it was the happiest I’d been since- since I don’t even know how long. I felt at peace. Maybe it’s because I had finally accepted my lot in life. Before Orion and Iris were born, there was the option of divorce. With the arrival of my children, though, there was no turning back.”

“Huh.” Stan took a puff of his cigarette. He exhaled, smoke pouring from his mouth. “I gotta be honest, Ford. You sound kinda miserable.”

“I’m not.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” Ford smiled. “I absolutely adore my children. And Angie and I, we’re the best of friends.” Stan eyed Ford. He could see through his twin’s feigned happiness easily.

“If you say so, Sixer.” Stan frowned thoughtfully. “Does Angie know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t get cute with me. You know exactly what I’m asking. Does Angie know that you’re never gonna love her?”

“I do love her.”

“Fine,” Stan said, beginning to get impatient. “Does Angie know that you’re never gonna love her the way a husband usually loves his wife?”

“I told her before we got married.”

“Hmm.”

“I…” Ford trailed off. “I did my best to make it clear. But I do- I do wonder if I accidentally left some ambiguity that she misinterpreted.”

“The fact that you two have had sex at least once probably doesn’t help with you claiming you don’t love her in that way.”

“We copulated for the sole purpose of reproduction,” Ford said tightly, turning red. “Angie knows that.”

“Yeah. But does she know you were probably thinking of some guy the entire time?” Stan asked. Ford turned even redder. “Which baseball player was it?”

“I’m- I’m- Stanley, that’s-” Ford started. Stan snickered, eliciting a glower from Ford. “I’ve told you how I wound up where I am. It’s your turn to share.”

“All right.” Stan ground the butt of his cigarette under his heel. “It’s not that interesting, but if you wanna know, I’ll tell you.”

#I was gonna write a bit more. with Angie coming home. but I'll save that for another ficlet~#Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Gravity Falls AU #Marriage of Convenience AU #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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izzyspussy · 3 years

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12 stozier please

“I’ve been buying the wrong underwear.”

I don’t really ship stozier, so I’m going gen. Hope you still like it! Thanks for sending one ♥

Warning for Richie reclaiming homophobic and ableist slurs for himself.

When Stan comes into their dorm room at 9:46 a.m. his curls are in a riotous disarray, his shirt is buttoned wrong, and there are three different shades of lisptick smeared all over his face and neck. His eyeliner, however, is perfect.

“What the fuck happened to you,” Richie asks, wide-eyed over the latest issue of Sandman. “And where should I go to be the next victim?” Stan doesn’t acknowledge Richie through so much as a roll of his eyes, like usual. He kicks the door shut behind him and steals Richie’s cafeteria coffee from the dresser that is objectively way too big for this shitty little room. Richie doesn’t protest. He wasn’t really drinking it anyway; he’s jittery enough without it.

“I’ve been buying the wrong underwear,” Stan says after draining the whole cup in one swig. He unsnaps his jeans and pulls the waistband down just enough to show Richie what’s underneath. “These are so much softer.”

“Staniel Urine!” Richie exclaims, dropping the comic and rolling nearly off of his flat-ass XL twin. Underneath Stan’s boring, typical, straight leg blue jeans is a pair of lilac lacy underthings. Richie laughs gleefully, gesturing for Stan to do a twirl for him, at which Stan finally does roll his eyes. “I’m shocked and appalled, Staniel. And you must have skipped your 8 a.m. too, huh? Tsk tsk.”

“Actually, I went like this,” Stan says as he turns away to his side of the room and begins changing.

“No shit,” Richie says, truly flabbergasted for the first time. Stan has a really good rep with his professors for being punctual and focused (two things that Richie has a pretty good rep for not being).

“Of course not, dumbass,” Stan laughs, pulling a soft t-shirt on over his head and messing his hair up even more. “Had you, though. Your face.” Richie throws his comic at Stan’s back. Stan lets it hit him without reaction. Stan tugs his jeans off, and Richie is blessed to behold that the panties he’s wearing are sheer in the back. He wolf whistles just to see if he can make this new Bad Stan blush. He cannot.

“Seriously, though,” Richie insists after Stan has pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and is reclining on his own twin, staring somewhat dreamily up at the water-stained popcorn ceiling. “Where were you?”

“I was hanging out with Patty.” Stan sighs dreamily too, blowing a stray curl up to bounce back down onto his forehead. He’s not quite smiling, but his dimples are showing.

“Patty Blum?” Richie asks. “No way.” Patty has the same kind of rep around campus as Stan does. She’s hard working and sweet and wears cardigans in neutral colors.

“Yes way,” Stan says, spinning Richie’s worldview around on the axis of ‘us vs them’. Turns out you don’t have to be a fag or a nutcase to have a good time, actually. Who woulda thunk. “I think I’m gonna marry her,” Stan adds after a few moments, and Richie laughs until he realizes that Stan seems completely serious.

“Oh, like,” he stutters, wrong-footed. He forgets, sometimes, that they technically count as adults now, and that they can make adult decisions any time they want. Richie forgets about marriage as a concept sometimes too, but honestly that’s probably for the best. “For real?”

“Yeah,” Stan confirms. “Yeah, for real. I’m gonna marry her. One day.”

“Damn,” Richie says, because that’s all he can really say. “Congrats, dude.” Stan snorts at Richie’s lackluster response, but he reaches one long arm down to the floor so that he can throw Richie’s comic back across the room. It’s a tiny room, so the comic actually does make it back within Richie’s reach.

“Don’t worry, Richie,” Stan teases gently. “I’m sure she’ll be down for at least one pity threesome.”

“Oh, thanks, dickhead,” Richie snorts, but it’s Stan so it’s not half as sarcastic as it could be. That’s just Stan’s way of letting Richie know that even when he and Patty Blum get married, he’s still gonna keep Richie around too.

send me a prompt

#jack chats #my fic #it #richie tozier #stanley uris #patty uris #stanpat #gen

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