#watching house be homophobic is so fucking funny

[ducksinhats]

fruit on fruit crime.

the way thy both punch is so fucking goofy i cant

#watching house be homophobic is so fucking funny #babygirl i have something to tell you #youre fucking gay #you idiot #chase too #not for each other tho! #they are father and son your honour. #love em both #anyways #house md #house #greg house #gregory house #robert chase #chase house md

[uninformedartist]

Quick thoughts (its not quick I lied). Was reading the Google doc on the animators reviews specifically spindlehorse and saw a LOT of terrible things done and said to LGBTQA+ people in spindlehorse. Its not even funny or anything the things artists mentioned is borderline harassment, homophobic and toxic in every sense. Vivienne can go on about how inclusive her studio is, how accepting her studio and fandom is, from actual word of mouth reviews its anything but that. And it does reflect back through the show and fandom. The show has TERRIBLE representation, handling of sensitive matters, full of stereotypes and won't hesitate to cash in on fetishising the characters in extention their sexuality through merch ect. And the fandom... homophobic in most aspects, if you hate the show even if you're queer yourself they'll go on to call you slurs, harass you, doxx you in some cases and its all tolerated because you went against Vivie/you just a hater/ ect bullshit reasons. So I don't expect anything better going on behind the scenes with staff if the show and fandom is this toxic.

Now I don't like to compare but damn if you look at the owl house. Yeah its a kids show but how it handled representation, sensitive topics, lore ect is 1000 times better than helluva and thats an adult show. Anyway how Dana and her team made the owl house was with pure love and care, many artists working on the owl house loved working there and what they made (dispite Disney's bull). And the fandom for the most part is really lovely, yeah there is toxic apples but its a lovely fandom overall. I can say none of those things on Vivziepop's show and fandom, and this bullshit reasoning of "you too sensitive" "its edgy humour" "if you don't like it Don't watch" fuck off. Homophobia, harassment, making light of serious topics like abuse, rape and neglect and feeding into toxic stereotypes/fetishising of LGBTQA+ people is disgusting fuck you for seeing all of that as acceptable to do.

Chai, anyway sorry for the rant just reading that doc, it hurts it really does my heart goes out to these artists and it pains I can't do more or bring Viv to actually justice because her clean up crew (bootlickers and staff members thats her besties) cover everything up.

Back to my bigtop burger high ‎(ﾉಥ••ಥﾉ) ya'll I'm serious if you haven't seen bigtop burger by worthikids do check it out its an absolute gem on YT.

Bye :)

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #spindlehorse critical #my post #helluva boss fandom critical #hazbin hotel critique #go watch bigtop burger 🤌 #tw rap3 #tw sa

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)

Word count ; 4.2k

*Edited.

*Sorry for being an hour late! Jut woke up. I decided to sleep in today :)

“Are you guys ready?” Jessie hyped from the stage, charismatic, charming, and incredibly sarcastic. 

If Kurt wasn’t as jealous as he was, he would’ve been a fan. What fueled him more was seeing his girlfriend in the audience, near the front. She was adamantly watching. Kurt had his stream up. He only glanced at his reflection, and he had to admit, the car crash did a number on him. He had a bash in his skull and she blood dribbling from his mouth. His left eye was black and bruised. His shirt was torn. Even Kurt knew he looked unhinged.

Jessie did her mantra, and it irked the man. He was somewhat dazed, fingers twitching as he waited. He wanted it to be a spectacle. For Jessie to drop dead at the end of her show and to have Y/n flock to him for comfort the minute he saw him. It was just so unfair for Jessie Adams to have everything. The fame, the shows, the love of his life.

“All eyes on me. I want to be seen,” Kurt giggled.

He notice this chat was calling him a psycho. Delusional. Insane. It was funny, because he was the victim in the situation.

“Great. Get your phones out like we do every time. This is our favorite part, right?”

Kurt couldn’t help but pull his phone closer to his face, even though the overhead light blinded the camera. He pulled the gun to the stream, showing it off.

Jessie was prancing around on stage. She wasn’t even telling jokes anymore. It irked him that she was a ‘comedian.’ The woman was stalling. She completely lacked talent. How did Kurt just now blow up, after ten years of hard work, but Jessie squired thousands. In a matter of a few years?

Kurt’s gaze flitted back to the camera. He received a donation. ‘I made a Kurt Pepe to celebrate his survival.’ He didn’t say anything, though, returning his attention to the gig.

“So, if you follow me on social media, you probably know me and my girlfriend had to put some skeezy bozo, the driver included, in their places during a Spree ride today. The bozo, though, was all like ‘Come on, girl, give me a smile.’ Ugh, I mean, that’s not breaking news to any woman in this room. We go through this shit every day.” Some woman cheered from the audience in support of this statement. “What really grinder our gears was the slurs. I have to applaud him, though. It’s not every day a guy ticks all three boxes : I mean, any girl would be lucky to have him. Racist, misogynist, and homophobic?”

“Fuck that guy!”

“Right? Fuck that guy,” Jessie hollered. “He was a date-rape drug in person. And I was angry at this guy, but then I got sad. Because of the driver. The Spree driver.” Kurt turned the camera back to him. He was baffled. Maybe Y/n did have a point in their call earlier. “First of all, he was hitting on my girlfriend - and terribly, might I add - since they were real life friends. But second, he was like, ‘how’d you get suck a big following? We should share tips.’”

Kurt felt numb and angry at the same time. She was making a complete mockery of him. He raised the gun, his hands trembling. His patience had been tested all day. Oh, it was hard not to pull the trigger.

“And then he was kind of, like, soft begging, like,’ Oh, please, lord, tag me.’ And it was so sad and pathetic. And…” Jessie’s expression completely changed. Kurt was taken aback. “It was just like me.” That made Kurt pause. He finally started listening to what she was saying. Deeply. “I went to my granny’s house after with my girlfriend. My… my safe place, like my pre-show sanctuary. And I could not shake that ride. Like, I was so pissed. And I was thinking about that guy, and that ‘please tag me’ energy. And I was like,’ ugh god, that was pure me.’ Like, he was me. I’ve done that shit before. 

“And then I just, like, reckoned with myself. For the last two years, I’ve been saying,’ All eyes on me.’ Now I finally have what I want, and I am creeped the fuck out. I’m serious. It’s like, whether you have twenty-million followers or twenty follower, we’re all being watched and judged and hated. And you love it, you love it. You need it. You’re all addicted to it.”

Kurt completely zoned out. This horrible, unfair woman… was right. For years, he had been trying to get the girl. But was the answer in front of him all along? Did he just… have to put down the camera —?

No. This woman knew he’d be watching. But he couldn’t deter himself now. How tens of thousands of followers he’d now acquired made the difference. He was making a difference. And at the end of the night, he’d get that girl. No doubt was in his mind.

“…And that’s why, when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going cold turkey. No more social media for me.” Kurt was stunned. She couldn’t be serious. Nobody could live without it. Not Kurt, not Y/n, and certainly not the woman who made a career of it. Kurt’s hands were trembling. He had to shoot. He needed to shoot.

“Okay! All eyes on this, bitch!”

That was all Kurt needed. It was like a lightbulb went off. He couldn’t do it here. Not now. He had to get Y/n and Jessie Adams alone. He had enough eyes on him to commit the deed. He was considering it as a… subscriber-only special.

And so, he darted out of the room to continue with his plan B.

~~~

Spree was down. Because of a murderous Spree driver. I was almost relieved our Spree Social was with Kurt and a total asshole. It could have been us that were victims. So, instead, Miles rang up a GoGo. I knew what Jessie was doing; she was a lesbian flirting with a man. But, apparently Miles was too obsessed with her to realize that we weren’t just setting up for a threesome.

“It’s a white coupe!” Miles informed, flashing a sloven grin. 

Jessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders her fake smile dropping in a flash. Miles was called over by some ‘bro’s, but that was enough for us to make our mighty escape. We exited through the back and dashed up to the white coupe. Miles calling out to us from the outside.

I slipped inside, and slammed the door. The window was down, so as Jessie exclaimed,” Drive, drive, drive!”, she flashed a middle finger out the window.

I laughed loudly, a little tipsy from drinking all night. Jessie was also drunk, but she was better at hiding it. If anything, her mind was clearer after a few beers. I leaned against the window, a grin permanently glued to my face as the driver took off. 

“God, at least he can’t spam me anymore, seeing as I broke my fucking phone,” Jessie sighed, leaning against the headrest. She was already on the verge of dozing off, but since we were going to her place, it wouldn’t be worth napping.

I nudged her playfully, and she reached over, intertwining our fingers. The city was dark and the roads were vacant. Jessie suddenly spoke up, incredibly alert,” Wait, what address did he give you?”

“Three-seventy-five south Hobart.”

“Okay, good.”

“Good.”

My heart froze. Maybe I was just drunk, but I leaned into the front, peering at the driver incredulously. I was… terrified when I saw the driver was Kurt. It may have been dark, but his jawline and dampened bangs were instantly recognizable. He glanced at me, flashing me a smile. I instantly withdrew into the back, blinking in surprise.

“Kurt?”

“The one and only.”

“H - how…”

“It’s my job, Y/n.”

“Wait, Kurt - oh, my god. Are you stalking her —“

“Yeah, you literally work for Spree —“

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not a super famous comedian and I have to work two jobs to pay the bills,” he suddenly snapped. He glared at us in the rear view mirror, and a pang of guilt hit me. But, although he was still displeased, he returned his gaze to the road. An awkward silence fell over us.

“I’m about to pass out. Fuck, I’m stressed.”

Shivers rolled down my spine. Kurt had made me incredibly alert now, but Jessie was clearly winded from the show. I let her lean her head down. I stared out at the passing traffic, hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart.

“Jessie,” Kurt suddenly spoke up, an eerie smile on his face,” I liked your set tonight. It was… it was inspirational.”

That was what made Jessie alert. She didn’t have her seatbelt on, so she scooted closer to me. She had a deathly grip on my hand. I squeezed it, as a silent ‘everything will be okay.’

“You saw it?”

“Hell yeah. I was there. It was awesome. Jessie, I think you’re actually a genius.”

“Thanks man. Uh… don’t take what I said to heart. If anything, take it as a compliment. I, uh, broke my phone for you…”

“I’m so glad you didn’t take that water bottle earlier. That would have been…”

“Why, Kurt?”

My question fell on deaf ears. Jessie was fading, and Kurt was selective with his hearing. I didn’t like that he chose not to answer it. “You know, Jessie, when you were talking up there, I realized inside of me, it was like this activator. And it, like… whoa, all of a sudden, the things that you were saying, I realized they were in my head, but I just had not thought them yet.”

“Okay… cool.”

I pulled my dead phone from my pocket. “Um, Kurt, do you have a phone charger in here?”

Kurt glanced at me, and I noticed something was dripping from his hair. He turned back before I could recognize it, though. “Um, nope. I need to charge my phone for work.”

“My phone’s dead. If I could use it for just a minute —“

“No.”

Ouch. Maybe he was holding a grudge from earlier. But something was off. Jessie was doing her darndest to stay awake, and somehow, she asked the fundamental question :

“Why are we going east? We need to be going west.”

“You know what I’m all about now, Jessie? I’m all about love. That was the fundamental issue me and Y/n had. But I’m a man of love, now.” It was like I wasn’t even in the car. Jessie was petrified, and Kurt was motioning like a madman, grinning ear to ear.

“You can just… just pull over here and let us out —“

“Okay, just listen to me,” Kurt interrupted. “It’s good for you to hear this before you die. Love is more powerful than anything.”

We both fell silent. I clung to the woman, petrified. 

“Love is seriously the way to go. I mean, I’ve been in love with Y/n for years, but I just wasn’t showing it the right way. Imagine how happy she’d be from the audience growth I’ve had. And the audience growth we’d have for a leaked sex tape! I mean, having sex. We’re beyond having sex at that point. We’re, like, making love!”

“Where are we going, Kurt?” I squeaked fearfully, tears threatening to fall.

“Oh! I’m taking you home,” he said, confused. He turned completely, and I could see that what stained his face was blood. It glimmered in the street light.

“This is not the way to my fucking house, Kurt!” Jessie shrieked, having lost her temper once again. Understandably so, because the man was a maniac. And I felt guilty for creating it.

“Oh,” he sighed. “Not your home. My home.” He turned, looking at me again. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t help but squeal quietly. 

“My home.”

Jessie, with flared nostrils, turned to look at me and I at her. The reality of the situation was setting in. Kurt was a fucking psycho. And we were going to die. And probably get raped first. For content.

This wasn’t the Kurt I knew. Or had he always been this way?

We continued driving in silence. Kurt turned into a deserted neighborhood, dark and dismal, but I knew the streets well. We were close to his home. Jessie pulled away, quietly shuffling through her purse. She withdrew a phone cord, wrapping her hands in it. Kurt was humming to himself.

I recognized the song. It was our favorite in high school. I knew it well.

 Grunting, Jessie suddenly pulled the phone cord over Kurt’s head and around his neck. Kurt kept one hand on the steering wheel as the car swerved, the other going to tug at the strong cord. I was left to sit back, not wanting to compromise Jessie’s plan in the slightest. Kurt was struggling, and struggling badly.

He was gasping for breath, finally releasing the wheel. His foot was slamming on the breaks, and that caused my head to skyrocket against the window. My vision went blurry and I lost control of my body as we swerved onto Kurt’s front lawn. 

Kurt finally shook himself free, and Jessie fell back, screaming. I took my foot up and went to kick his red face. He took it, but at the same time, caught my foot. I screamed trying to pull back. However, he tugged on it, maiming me in the backseat.

He undid his seatbelt with his free hand. He looked pained as I swatted at his leering body. He grabbed me by hair and bashed my head into the window. It didn’t knock me out completely, but I was winded. I didn’t have enough strength to stop him as he surely attacked Jessie the same.

Silence fell over the car, except for the ringing in my ears. And that’s when I felt Jessie’s side of the car open. I glanced over, fingers twitching, as I watched her body fall out the car. Kurt was paying me no mind, talking to his stream, as he hoisted Jessie up and started dragging her to the middle of the field.

This was the time to escape. Y/n, please, wake the fuck up.

I sat up abruptly, screeching out of terror when I saw that Kurt had dragged Jessie’s body into the middle of the field. He was waving a gun in one arm, and a phone in the other. I must not have alerted him. 

I tried opening the door, but then I noticed a certain red light on the handle : the child’s lock was on. I stomped my foot and began attempting to climb into the front. I noticed, though, that this drew Kurt’s attention back to me. He began walking over to the car, but I noticed Jessie twitching from behind him.

Good.

I was half in the front seat. He was almost there, but in a last ditch effort to save my skin, I reached over and locked the driver’s side door. Kurt, with a pouting expression banged on the window. I flinched, trying to push myself up further.

“Y/n, unlock the door. You’re acting irrational.”

“Me?” I shrieked, banging on the window back. “You’r the one fucking killing people, Kurt!”

I kicked, pushing three-fourths of my body into the front. Kurt, with a strained face, was now slamming the back of his gun into the window. And yet, just as I clambered into the front seat, a shot was fired.

But not at me.

I covered my head instinctually. Silence fell, but then I heard roaring laughter and an ‘oops!’

I looked up, trying to reposition myself. But, as I looked up, I realized what he’d shot. Jessie.

A scream bubbled but could not escape. I was frozen, even when another gunshot fired. It was muted, probably due to the silencer clipped on the front. Tears were streaming down my face. I suddenly flinched, though, my gaze flitting away from Jessie’s corpse as glass shattered on me.

Before I could react to the shattered window, though, Kurt reached in and unlocked the door. I tried scrambling to the other side, but as my body turned, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out. My head hit the step on the way, and the ringing got louder.

I felt the world underneath me move. I heard vague, enthused chatter as two warm arms hooked under mine and pulled me off the ground. I couldn’t will my eyes to open, but I also wouldn’t allow myself to pass out. Jessie had died fighting for her life because of my friend. The least I could do was escape, too.

I felt grunting as I was hoisted over a back. Footsteps ensued, and I couldn’t help but bury my blood-stained face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. I was aware of what was going on around me. I just couldn’t move my body in the slightest. 

A door opened. I assumed we were entering his house. I was in so much pain. And yet, Kurt was still humming our song. He was stronger than I ever gave him credit for. But that was beside the point.

I was dropped on a cushioned area. The couch, I think. My head lulled back instinctually, and I tried to tune into the one-sided conversation. Fingers poked and prodded at my face gleefully.

“…Now, I see you certain psychos in the chat begging for me to kill her,” Kurt chirped. “Sorry, not happening anytime soon. Right now, I’m thinking about finishing off dad and then getting the fuck out with her. You guys might not have a stream from us in a while, on account of escaping the police. That’s tough luck you know?

“But god, just look at her. All sound asleep… I should clean her off a bit before we get going.”

Kurt pulled away, but just then, I heard a manic, deep cry. I muttered under my breath, finally having feeling return to my twitching body. Chris’s voice rang out. 

“Kurt…! Did you do this to your mother? Who did this?”

I heard him adjust his gun. “Sorry, dad. I just had to get her out of the way. I’m going to make this quick because Y/n and I are heading out soon. I’m thinking Nevada. I don’t want to be too far away from home, after all —“

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Just put the gun down. We can talk about this —“

“We had an entire fucking lifetime to talk about it! We had tonight!” Kurt was pissed. I knew he always hated his father, and rightfully so. But nobody deserved to die in this situation. “But no-o-o, you cared more about your shitty soundtracks and drugs and alcohol. I’m done wasting my time being unhappy, I’m done wasting my time on you and mom!”

“Kurt, please… just think rationally. What would Y/n think —?”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Just like that, it was like I had found life. But instead of immediately springing to my feet, I remained still, with my eyes closed. I heard blood splatter across the walls, and some even hit me. I heard Kurt laugh, satisfied.

“Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be. He didn’t even put up a fight. You’d think a selfish asshole like him would.”

He thudded back over to me, gripping my cheek and tilting my head up. I assumed his phone was in close proximity of my face. “Isn’t she cute, chat? I can’t believe some of you wanted her dead. I stole this wedding ring from mom. I plan on proposing when she wakes up, just to show you guys how much we love each other.”

His words made me sick to my stomach. Kurt had lost it. I scanned my brain for signs. When? How? Why? I couldn’t believe he’d always been this way. Maybe the change was so slow that I never could’ve called it. But I should’ve. Because lives would’ve been saved if I spotted the insanity sooner.

“Welp, let me give you guys a house tour while I pack.”

I heard him stomp away. The house became silent, except for Kurt’s distant, cheerful chatter. That was my queue. I hopped to my feet as quietly as I could, stabilizing myself. I’d taken too many blows and had sustained a limp. My face felt sweaty, but I knew better. It was caked blood.

I sent one glance over my shoulder, which confirmed that Chris had bled out right beside Kurt’s pale and deceased mother. I wanted to throw up on the spot, but I knew this was my chance to escape and call for help. I limped over to the front door, which had been left wide open. 

I almost laughed as I passed through the door frame. But it was all for nought, as Kurt’s shout of surprise echoed the living room behind me. That was enough to send me running, even though a jolt went through my body with every step.

Kurt’s house was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. However, as I got closer to the road, preparing to scream, my leg caved. I let out a scream, but it was from pain. My leg had finally caved, and I facepalmed in the dirt. My immediate reaction was to claw myself back onto my feet and keep screaming, but a body tackled mine.

I let out voice-cracking sobs from the pain. I definitely twisted an ankle and got a concussion at the minimum. However, as a hand covered my mouth, I could only hear some loud hushes emitting from the psycho straddling me from behind.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’re safe now. Stop being so silly,” he comforted, pressing something metallic to my hair as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers were slimy and wet. I released mangled sobs into his hand.

His weight lifted off me for but a moment, and I was flipped onto my back. Even with a streetlamp shining on us, there were still black pots in my vision. I blinked furiously, finally being met with Kurt’s manic expression. He was so happy.  He shouldn’t have been. I didn’t see anything on his features betray anything else. He loomed over me, like a predator and prey.

“There we go. Nice and calm. This is how things are supposed to be, right, Y/n? Things are supposed to be fair. And now they are.” There was a hunger present in his eyes. He leaned closer, andI felt his breath fan across my face. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be calm. Otherwise, I’ll have to knock you out. And that’s not how I want our first kiss to go, you know?”

My blood ran cold, but I resigned myself to what would happen next. I nodded.

He removed his hand, and I opened my mouth. He was on edge, preparing to hit me with the butt of the pistol. Instead, I meekly croaked,” Kurt, stop.”

He completely blanked before tilting his head in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Stop what? Do you need a shower? Oh - are you hungry —“

“Kurt! This is insane. You’re insane,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe I used to have a crush on you. If only I knew what you were really like.”

Kurt’s brows furrowed, and I almost laughed. Of course he was that stupid to have never known. He was too obsessed and demented. The way he must see the world…

“You… used to have a crush? On me? When?”

I snickered. “Like, tenth grade. Back when you used to be a good person. Honestly, Kurt, just fucking kill me. I’m tired. I’m hurting. I’m sad and everything bad. If you like me so much, just end it for me.”

Kurt frowned, once again stroking my hair with gun in hand. I tilt my head away over so slightly, making him twitch in dissatisfaction. “Well… if you really don’t like social media that much… we’ll go off the grid. A road trip. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He’d twisted my words to his own satisfaction. He never listened. I couldn’t help but resign myself to what happened next. He crashed his pistol into the side of my head, and it all went blank.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #joe keery x reader #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery one shot #yandere spree #spree #spree movie #yandere x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #yandere kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #yandere horror #horror #horror films

[privately-andre]

╰┈➤ TEEN GAYS

- Boys (Jongens)

Two teen runner athletes discover their sexualities while forming a beautiful friendship. IMDb: 7.4 My rating: 7/10

- North Sea Texas

Young Pim experiences his firsts with his best friend / next door Gino. IMDb: 7.1 My own Rating: 9/10

Ps: The end scene is incredible ;)

- The Way He Looks

Leonardo is a blind teen. Everything changes when a new boy arrives at school. They form an amazing bond really fast. IMDb: 7.9 My own Rating: 7/10

Ps: the sweatshirt scene !

- Centre Of My World

Phil is a classic twink. He falls in love with the newbie cool boy. IMDb: 7.2 My own Rating: 5/10

Ps: fuck this newbie to be honest.

- Seashore (Beira-Mar)

Two teens travel to countryside just two of them and question their friendship (or their love?) IMDb: 6 My own Rating: 7/10

- Just Friends

Two young men from different cultural backgrounds try to be together without their mothers approval. IMDb : 7.2 My own Rating: 6/10

- Love, Simon

Simon has a secret. He is gay! And he is also in love with an anonymous guy he met online. IMDb: 7.5 My own Rating: 6/10

- Handsome Devil

Ned is gay and he has to share a bedroom with hot rugby player Conor. (They do not become lovers) IMDb: 7 My own Rating: 7/10

- Summer Storm

Tobi realises he is in love with his best friend. This tests their relationship. IMDb: 7.3 My own Rating: 5/10

- Heartstone

A boy falls in love with his best mate in a very homophobic town in Iceland while his best mate falls in love with a girl. IMDb: 7.4 My own Rating: 6/10

Ps: not enough gayness…

- Sublime

Manuel and his friends have an indie band. Then he starts to fall for his band mate Felipe. They are also best friends… IMDb: 6.6 My own Rating: 7/10

Ps: the song used in this movie is so cool also the movie has an open ending.

- Summer of 85 (Été 85)

Alexis’ boats turns upside down when a storm breaks. He is saved by David. Then they start dating. IMDb: 6.9 My own Rating: 6/10

Ps: this movie was hilariously funny to me as a francophone even though it has major character death!

- I Killed My Mother (J’ai tué ma mère)

Hubert is a teen gay and has MASSIVE problems with his mom.. IMDb: 7.4 My own Rating: 7/10

- Prora

Two young boys decide to visit an abandoned Nazi holiday camp called Prora after a great party night. They test their relationship there. IMDb: 7.2 My own Rating: 9/10

Ps: the only bad thing about this movie is that it’s a short film.

- Departure

Elliot and his horny milf mother goes to their holiday house in france after his parent’s divorce. He meets a young french boy there and fucks a carrot. (I know I don’t sound serious :D) IMDb: 6.6 My own Rating: 2/10

Ps: I have no idea why they filmed this it’s so shit. Alex Lawther’s acting is horrible although I love Phénix Brossard here.

- Punch

Jim is a boxer forced by his father. He meets Whetu a gay Māori boy. He discovers his sexuality in the most beautiful way. IMDb: 6.4 My own Rating: 8/10

Ps: Trigger warning ❗️ Rape. (I wish I knew this before watching so I’m warning you)

- As You Are

Set in 1990’s. Young boy Jack falls in love with his new step brother Mark who is a crack head . They become friends with Sarah. These three kids go through rough times. IMDb: 6.5 My own Rating: 5/10

Ps: Acting is good but the plot is not well build.

#lgbtq movies #gay #gay movies #boys #lgbtq+ #gay movie list #film recommendation #jongens #north sea Texas #the way he looks #centre of my world #seashore #just friends #love Simon #handsome devil #summer storm #heartstone #sublime #summer of 85 #I killed my mother #Prora #departure #punch #as you are #film list #Letterboxd #film #recommendation

[laneydays]

ghost boy headcanons

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billy showalter

adults and old people LOVE him. take him to meet ur parents, do it

but also hes the type to act way different with ppl his age than adults

kind of a smart mouth.... but in a cool kind of annoying way

twirls his hair a lot LMAO

crosses his arms when he's upset mad sad or annoyed

loves coca cola and root beer

adores dogs, his dog is his best friend

extremely supportive of queer identities even if he isnt queer himself

love language is acts of service

just loves to be helpful

feels bad if people do stuff for him though

griffin stagg

autistic 

is lowkey a menace sometimes

but also a sweetheart

he likes weird unexpected shit for someone his age

incredibly smart but doesn't rlly know that

great at art

doesnt curse a whole bunch but when he does he curses like a sailor and he does it good

doesnt know how to match his clothes for the life of him

wears bandanas to pull his hair back, gets made fun of and called a girl for it

everyone just wants to kiss and hold him like a little kid, he doesn't understand it

doesn't like when people baby him

love language is gift giving, probably picks up random shit to give to you

"here have this rock" "i got a pretty flower for you" "i found a cola bottle cap"

you keep them all

vance hopper

adhd probably 

pinball hyperfixation need i say more

he's actually pretty chill when hes not angry. if u don't bother him he's real quiet

aromatic and asexual. no he wouldn't be a player

but also is open to meeting someone, whether its platonic or romantic (remember aroace people can still date)

tries to act tough but hes just a big nerd tbh

smoked a cig once. never again, hated it

gets very mad at people when they make fun of his choker, he gets embarrassed 

acts homophobic but he really doesnt care

would probably beat someone up if they made fun of a queer kid

that doesnt stop him from saying "thats gay" as a (joking) insult however

doesn't really have a specific love language, just anything to show you care he appreciates it quietly

not big on physical touch but he doesn't mind it 

collects vinyls

wears a looot of denim

finney blake

also autistic

space special interest

kind of good at drawing

literally wouldn't hurt a fly

his jokes are so unfunny that its funny

sounds like an angel when he laughs and looks like one when he smiles

and its hard to get a smile out of him

carries that little spaceship with him everywhere, freaks out if he can't find it

cant think of anything else for him

doesn't have a specific love language either, just anything to show that u care

bruce yamada

bro is not as good in school as everyone thinks he is

but tries very hard and does his best

really loves history

i feel like this is obvious but he collects baseball cards

flexes them on you every time you come to his house and it gets a little annoying 

is the nice guy of the friend group

probably the corniest person ever

is pretty funny but when he tries to be funny it doesn't work

love language is quality time definitely

also physical touch, just the little things though like touching shoulders or brushing fingers

robin arellano

wears his bandana literally every day and it smells so bad

says its to keep the hair out of his face

bro is gorgeous without it

his wardrobe is 70% sleeveless shirts

a huge showoff and a sucker for praise

laughs at potty jokes every single time

his humor is fake flirting

very protective but he isn't scary at all

fucks up the school lunch like its his last meal

probably complains about it though

can talk to literally anyone and everyone, its really nice

he's.... not great in school but he tries to be nice to the teachers

passes notes in class 24/7 and he gets in trouble so much for it

canon movie fanatic, loves watching them even if they suck

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#the black phone 2022 #the black phone #black phone #the black phone headcanons #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #billy showalter x reader #paperboy the black phone #paperboy #griffin x reader #griffin stagg x reader #finney blake #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance the black phone #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader

[danielfosseyart]

Daniel Watches She-Ra & The Princesses Of Power

-S1E1- 'The Sword Part 1'

Today's She-Ra Watch Art: This shitty Glimmer doodle.

Look I promise they won't all be garbage ;-; I promise

Okay I wanna preface: Not every post is gonna be this detailed, I didn't even intend to go on this long with just one episode but I lost track of time. Some posts I'll be short & sweet. Some I'll be long winded to a comical degree. Depends on my feeling.

I think I'll just keep it to one paragraph per episode, & only pull out the long rambles when I finish a season. I think that'll work. Yeah.

Okay so I have no idea who any of these people are because I literally just started but one of these guys is a lizard. I'm a huge sucker for lizard people in anything ever so I immediately like this fucker. He's a lizard, that is all I need. He's just instantly cool because lizards are fucking rad as hell dude.

So Cat-Ra speaks, that first fucking line of hers.

The fucking "Hey Adora"

The first fucking thing I said to myself, out loud, was the immediate reaction I had to that line: "Oh so they're gay."

I don't know if it's like canon or not but one of the things I know about this show is people ship them a lot. I have no idea if that's actually like a canon thing in the show or not but I've seen a lot of fanart of them so I know people at the very least WANT them to kiss or hold hands or get married & buy a house in the suburbs & raise like 5 kids & watch Shrek on VHS & talk about doing their taxes or whatever idk.

That being an actual thing in the show itself? Uh I guess I'll see what happens so who the fuck knows man. Maybe they just explode idk.

But like....dude. DUDE. The fucking way Cat-Ra said it was just....

SO fucking extra like that immediately felt fruity to me. I'm already getting that vibe from her. On top of that, the way her & Adora continue to interact in the episode also give off a very distinct vibe, a rather, ahem, 'fruity' vibe. I think I'm already getting the idea of why this ship is popular. I do believe I see the vision.

Also, quick tangent, I LOVE the way the animators animated Cat-Ra like an actual cat. Her hair getting puffed up when she's agitated, her ears moving to reflect her mood. Her eyes dilating like how cat eyes actually do. THEY EVEN ALSO MADE HER PURR LIKE AN ACTUAL CAT, LIKE SHE AUDIBLY CAN BE HEARD PURRING. THAT'S SUCH AN ADORABLE DETAIL & IT MAKES HER IMMEDIATLEY ENDEARING AS FUCK.

Also I guess it makes sense Cat-Ra would be into women, yeah?

Because it makes sense that CAT-Ra would be interested in PUSSY.

(Please Laugh) (I'm desperate please think I'm funny I need this)

Now moving on, let me talk about this BITCH.

One. Compared to the original Shadow Weaver, they sure did make her a way more intimidating villain.

Two. FUCK THIS BITCH??????

THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU FUCKING BITCHY, INKBLOT LOOKING, WACKY WAVING TUBE MAN HAIR HAVING, WIZARD-WANNABE MOTHERFUCKER? LITERALLY SHUT UP

+ NO ONE CARES & ALSO YOU SMELL BAD

+ YOU LOOK LIKE A BOOTLEG ERMAC

+ YOU'RE MEAN TO CAT-RA, I MEAN HONESTLY, WHO THE FUCK JUST BULLIES A CAT?

IMAGINE BULLYING A FUCKING CAT. FUCK THIS BITCH.

I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS WOMAN.

HER SMUG AURA MOCKS ME.

Hi so I immediately love you?? Like instantly my favorite character just from the design alone. Glimmer is so real honestly.

I also like Bow, like, Bow is just so fucking cool & nice? He's such a real one, I wanna be best friends with him & hang out he's just so lovable like he's just awesome. I love this man immediately. He deserves all the good in the world actually.

Also holy shit the contrast between Bow in the original show vs this reboot design.

It's funny, the original design WAY more gay than the new one.

The new one that a lot of people (and by people I mean homophobic douchenozzles.) complained about, the design for Bow in this supposedly 'woke tumblr sjw cartoon' has a design that is far less homoerotic in it's design & feel.

The original Bow just outright looks like a fucking gay pornstar.

He's got the trademark 'Gay Porno Mustache™' & everything.

Okay so there's a magic sword or something, etc.

They mentioned Eternia.

Okay so, one of the reasons the original she-ra was lame as fuck compared to He-Man? No Skeletor.

Hordak & literally all the villains in the original show suck ass.

They fucking suck. Hordak is just Skeletor but boring & shitty.

Why the FUCK did they not take the oppurtunity to replace Hordak with Skeletor? You don't even need to add He-Man, I'm fine with that.

But You could have just taken She-Ra & added a better villain because Skeletor fucking rules. He calls people boobs. That's fucking awesome & cool. WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS SKELETOR? LOOK SHOW. HORDAK WAS FUCKING LAME AS FUCK.

SO IF THIS REBOOT IS GOING TO CONVINCE ME THAT HORDAK IS IN ANY WAY A LEGITIMATELY COOL VILLAIN, THEN THEY BETTER FUCKING PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS BECAUSE IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF JUST USING SKELETOR INSTEAD. LIKE, YOU BETTER FUCKING IMPRESS ME BECAUSE OTHERWISE, THE LACK OF SKELETOR IS GONNA BE A HUGE FLAW THAT YOU CANNOT OVERLOOK.

I mean, so far they managed to make me actually LIKE Cat-Ra, & the original Cat-Ra fucking sucks. Shadow Weaver sucked & so far at least this reboot Shadow Weaver is actually intimidating. But man, you better fuckin' impress me show, because the lack of Skeletor is felt deep within my soul.

OH wait hold on.

Okay I see why everyone said this show is gay now.

Anyways I didn't mean to ramble on this long about the show in just one episode, I promise this is gonna be a rare occurrence. I think from now on, I'll keep it shortened to just one paragraph per post. I'll only pull out these long posts when I finish a season or something.

Anyways uh:

-Glimmer is the best

-I'm sorry but I'm not over the skeletor thing WHY DID YOU NOT USE HIM HE WAS RIGHT THERE-

#daniel watches she ra #daniel fossey #first time watch #she ra season 1 #she ra and the princesses of power #daniel fossey art #she ra #she ra fanart #she ra adora #she ra spop #spop #shadow weaver #adora #gecky #artwork #watch along

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@ckhalloween23 heyyyyyy bestie(s) I know I'm an entire-ass month late, BUT

HERE'S A PREVIEW OF THE ELIMETRI DARKFIC I PROMISED

Listen, y'all can't give me a "Serial Killers" prompt and the opportunity to write the dark, unhinged Demetri Alexopoulos of my dreams presented on a silver platter and NOT expect me to go a little apeshit ^^;

Or. A lot apeshit. Because boy did I let this funny little comic relief guy SNAP ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Also, funnily enough, I realized over the course of the last year or so that I'm probably autistic? For the longest time I held off on writing Hawk's POV because I hc him as autistic and I didn't think I could do him justice, but...I've unlocked this Fun Secret Collector's Item now, I guess XD Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz POV acquired!

Decided to give it a stab here, since him having NO fucking idea how to react to Crazy Demetri was just too much fun. Hawk came to me surprisingly easy once I got started, actually??? I mean I've always related to him a lot but I had no idea it was like. An autism thing. I thought it was just an ND thing akisudhlkuhyfu

Head's up to Tory and Robby stans...this may not be the fic for you. You have been warned 👀

CW for blood, violence, knife-threatening, light knifeplay, toxic relationships (although YMMV), mentions of murder, implied slut-shaming, homophobic slurs, and sexual subtext.

Fic under the cut! As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request :3

***

Hawk’s on his 30th rep when he hears the front door.

He stops mid-jab, the punching bag rattling on its chain as it sways back and forth. Scoffing, he rolls his eyes.

His mom must be home early. How fucking annoying.

He was looking forward to having the house to himself. With his father on a weekend-long business trip and his mother at her Friday night wine hangout, he was finally going to catch up on training without any interruptions.

The last thing he needs is to be outdone by Kyler Park and Robby Fucking Keene.

Hopefully his mom won’t come knocking, pestering him to watch movies or some other frivolous crap. He doesn’t have time for that anymore.

Strange. There’s a notable lack of the jingling and clattering that usually comes from 50 million things being shifted through an oversize purse. Hawk pauses, listening for any noise.

Maybe he imagined it.

“What the hell.” He takes a sip of the Red Bull on his bedside. Some sleep-deprived delirium or whatever it was wasn’t going to fuck up his focus.

Sure, he’s been averaging 5 hours a night, but who gives a shit? It’s not like anyone in high school actually gets enough sleep.

Sensei Kreese said in ‘Nam, they had to be ready to fight on a moment’s notice—geared to slaughter enemies after a mere 30 minutes’ rest in 48 hours. Hawk doesn’t strive for anything less.

The stairs creak.

His mom isn’t usually one for sneaking past his room, but perhaps she’s too tired to be chatty. He thanks the powers that be this seems to be the case, and returns to his reps.

Jab, cross, roundhouse. Jab, cross, roundhouse. Elbow. Knee to the chest.

He counts them out as he goes, power surging through him. Sensei will be sorry he started singing Keene’s praises when Hawk’s a better fighter than that piece of shit ever was.

Because throwing someone off a balcony when they had their guard down was a coward’s move. Typical Miyagi Do bullshit.

God, Hawk hates them. Hypocrites. Losers. Pussies.

He thinks of a new insult every time he lands a punch.

Miguel’s fucking insane for not appreciating what Cobra Kai did to get payback. What Hawk did to get payback.

His fists are starting to ache, fingers burning from being smashed against rubber again and again. Hawk doesn’t care.

Sensei would say the pain makes him stronger.

Jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross—

“You know, at some point, I think you’re as good as you’re going to get at punching.”

A shadow blocks the hallway light.

Dread grips him in frosty talons. His arms still, the punching bag swinging back and smacking his chest.

He gasps, stumbling back. Still, he refuses to look at the doorway.

Refuses to let Demetri see his shock.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

He presses as much venom into the words as possible. Enough intimidation, and Demetri will back down.

He knows now that Hawk is as real a threat as he ever was. And Demetri’s smart enough not to keep poking at a tiger that’s already mauled him.

“In what world would I not remember where you keep your spare keys?” Demetri sneers.

Well. Maybe that’s a bit generous.

“What do you want?”

Hawk keeps his tone steely, hoping he can kill whatever plans are swimming around his ex-best-friend’s head before they even form. In all likelihood, Demetri’s here to be a nuisance at best and a night-ruiner at worst.

Fucking Demetri. He’s always been such a distraction.

Hawk needs to get rid of those.

He thought he did. But Demetri is apparently either too stupid or too obsessed with the past to be properly scared away.

Irritating, but admittedly also interesting. It shows a kind of boldness that he wouldn’t expect Demetri, of all people, to have.

“Maybe I want to check in on my best friend.” Groaning footfalls as Demetri starts to slowly cross Hawk’s room. “I see you avoiding me at school. And you didn’t even bother to show when your little friends crashed Sam’s party. Perhaps I want to see how you are, hmmmm?”

And try as he might, Hawk can’t pick up the usual sarcastic edge to Demetri’s tone. He frowns at his far wall, confused.

There’s something odd in Demetri’s voice, and Hawk can’t for the life of him pick up what it is.

He still refuses to look at his oldest friend. He’s not going to give him the satisfaction of undivided attention.

Demetri is a pest, and should be treated as such.

“We’re not best friends,” Hawk says tightly, landing another punch on his bag. “Whatever we were? It’s done. Has been for a long time. Why can’t you get that?”

He finally graces Demetri with a look. He’s expecting the usual sullen look—scrunched brow, open mouth, widened eyes. Like he’s eternally surprised Hawk doesn’t need him anymore.

A look where maybe, if he prods it farther, Demetri will storm off. Or run off crying. Be out of Hawk’s sight.

Be somewhere where Hawk doesn’t have to think about that night at Golf N Stuff. Or how it felt to watch Demetri writhe on the floor. Or the streams of vomit that ripped from Hawk’s stomach as soon as he got home.

Or what he did to himself in the wee hours of the morning, when no one—not his mother, not Cobra Kai, not Sensei Kreese—was around to see.

But when Hawk glances over now, Demetri is smiling.

Not a contemptuous sneer, or a pained grimace. A full-on grin, splitting his cheeks and stretching much wider than the situation calls for.

Hawk inhales sharply.

Demetri shakes his head, laughing. “It’s almost endearing, you know. What a tryhard you are.”

He squares his jaw, refusing to budge as Demetri advances on him. “I thought I made it pretty clear what I think about you. You want another reminder?”

Hawk balls his fists, trying not to think about how hard the words are to force out. How hard he’s working to keep the iron shell he’s built around himself intact.

A strange smell hovers around Demetri. Acrid and metallic, like he’s spent too much time mucking around inside one of those computers he’s so besotted with.

“How revoltingly naïve.” Green eyes burn into him like acid, the glint behind them unlike anything he’s ever seen. “You thought you’d break my arm once and be done with me?

Hawk finds himself backing away.

“I’m not going to make it that easy for you, Hawk.”

Something in the way Demetri spits his new name finally gives him clarity.

“So what the fuck do you want from me?” he spits. “Why did you come here?”

“I came here because you were right. About everything.”

Any response is snatched from Hawk’s mouth.

For several seconds, all he can do is stare. Demetri smirks, apparently reveling in getting a leg up.

Hawk is so confused that he can’t even find it in himself to be angry. A strangled “what?” is all that comes out, pulling a snigger from his adversary.

“You think you’ve got it all figured out. Becoming the scariest fighter in the Valley. Making everyone quiver at the sight of you. Doing whatever you like because people aren’t brave enough to tell you no. Becoming your badass karate teacher’s little golden child. Getting rid of your weaknesses. Getting rid of me. But there’s one thing you got wrong.”

Typical Demetri. Monologuing around the point.

But Hawk is, nonetheless, finding his confusion turning to intrigue.

The mopey kicked puppy routine had gotten unbearably tedious. At least Demetri finally has the decency to give Hawk some variety.

“Oh, yeah?” He curls his lip. “What’s that?”

Demetri casually leans on Hawk’s dresser, like this is nothing more than a Friday night video game session.

“You think I avoid fights because I’m scared. But that’s not true anymore.” And there’s that grin again—that wide, unnerving grin that looks like it was pasted on from another human being’s face. The sort of manic look that would never in a thousand years belong on Demetri Alexopoulos.

“I avoid fights because I know who’s worth fighting. And who’s worth hurting.”

Well, that’s new.

Hawk narrows his eyes, trying to piece together if this is all some kind of trick.

“See, Eli, you were right that the world isn’t kind to people who get too soft.” Demetri starts sauntering over again, and that odd, metallic smell strengthens. “Or losers. Or weaklings. Or people who admit defeat. Give in too easily. Run off cowering and scared. So I’m shaking all that off. Next time I fight, I won’t lose.”

As Hawk pieces everything together, he scowls.

“So that’s what you want?” he hisses. “A rematch? Like you’d stand a chance.”

“So touchy. Do you only think of people in terms of whether you can beat them in a fight now? Boooooring.”

Demetri clicks his tongue disapprovingly. It’s a mocking gesture he’s been doing since they were little, but now something about it feels chilling.

Hawk’s back bumps his bedroom wall. Demetri’s closing in on him.

Fucking hell—he’s getting fed up with this cat-and-mouse. Why is he even entertaining this stupid nerd again?

It’s not like he gives a shit about him anymore. Then he wouldn’t snap his arm in half.

“Fuck off, Demetri!” he roars. “I fucking hate you. I don’t give a shit about anything you have to say! Get the hell out of my house, or I swear to god I’ll break your arm again.”

He fills the words with fire and force and poison, hoping something will hurt Demetri enough to make him go.

He can’t cave again. Not after he’s worked this hard to oust Demetri and everything he represents from his life.

Not after he’s severed Demetri’s bone with his own hands and smiled with his friends about it.

That should’ve been the last straw. That should’ve been what sent Demetri running for good, abandoning everything they’d once had to save himself.

But it didn’t. It fucking didn’t.

Demetri takes another step into his space, curling his lip. “You’re full of shit.”

“Fuck you.” Eli returns his stare, baring his teeth. “How are you so sure?”

“Because you hesitated.”

Hawk goes rigid.

“I begged you to stop.” Demetri’s hands slide onto the wall on either side of him, trapping him. “And you thought about it. You didn’t break my arm until all your psychotic teammates goaded you on. If you really hated me?” His voice drops to a breathy whisper. “You wouldn’t have even thought twice.”

“You don’t know shit.”

Demetri snickers.

“Poor little Eli. You’ve always sucked at arguing when you get backed into a corner.”

“I still broke it,” Hawk growls. “You know I can do it. Easily. So how are you stupid enough that you’re still fucking with me? You some kind of masochist?”

“You still care about me, Eli.” They’re inches apart now, Demetri leering over Hawk. “You never got over me not wanting to join your little club of sociopaths. Whenever there’s a rumble, you can’t stay away from me. And you want to know what I think?”

“Shut up.”

Demetri’s voice is husky in Hawk’s ear. “You wouldn’t hurt me when there’s no one to show off to.”

Hawk’s done with this.

He lunges, shoving Demetri’s chest and flying at him with an outstretched fist. He waits for that gratifying moment of shock—the familiar shift in Demetri’s features as he realizes yet again Hawk has no intention of going easy on him.

Demetri doesn’t even blink as he moves out of the way.

Hawk course-corrects, swiveling and diving for Demetri again. He throws the fastest punch he can manage straight at Demetri’s jaw.

Why the hell won’t he give up?

Demetri’s fantastic at giving up. He always has been. He gave up on standing up to bullies and he gave up on Cobra Kai and he gave up on Sensei Kreese.

So why won’t he give up on Hawk?

Demetri doesn’t dodge this time. He only swerves, allowing the fist to graze his chin.

He lets out a hiss of pain—angry, but not surprised.

Without warning, Demetri’s hands shoot up. Hawk freezes as long fingers snake across the skin of his arm.

The next second he’s screaming, Demetri’s hands twisting until his skin burns. The other boy’s grip tightens, thrusting him toward the floor.

He’s stealing my fucking moves again.

And frustratingly, he can do them fast. Hawk barely manages to use his other arm to shove Demetri off, stumbling back.

Even one moment of disorientation is too long. Demetri charges again, teeth bared like a wild animal.

One arm slams him against his bedroom wall while the other digs into his chest, squeezing the air out of him. And Hawk hates to admit it, but Demetri’s training-broadened shoulders have a terrifying amount of power behind them.

Nothing he can’t handle. Hawk’s taken on bigger opponents before.

He squirms in Demetri’s grip, his own arms loosening enough for his hands to make a grab for the taller boy’s throat. Then Demetri’s pinning hand is gone, slipping in and out of his jacket in what feels like less than a heartbeat.

Something cold and sharp presses Hawk’s throat. His hands drop, tensing against the wall.

“What the fuck…?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Eli.” Demetri tilts his head, pouting mockingly. “But you make it so damn hard to talk to you. Can’t do a thing without you coming at me like some kind of rabid coyote.”

“So you pull a…are you fucking insane?”

“Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Red Hulk Rage Issues.” The pout morphs into a smirk. “Clearly, you’re not above playing dirty, using that sad little Eli voice of yours to get out of trouble. Figured it was time I caught up.”

Hawk feels something sticky dripping down his neck. His breath hitches in his throat.

He aims a hit at Demetri’s stomach. The taller boy bends with it, and the blade presses harder.

“Oh, come now.” Demetri tuts disapprovingly. “Don’t make me slit your throat.”

Hawk hardens his expression, channeling everything in him into hiding the shock.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t think you’re in a great place to test that.”

And he’s right. Hawk hates it, but he’s right.

This isn’t the Demetri he knows better than the back of his hand. The Demetri he knows so uncomfortably well that he convinced himself over and over and over that it meant he was sick of the fucking geek.

This isn’t grounded, rational, sensible Demetri. Something’s snipped his threads, made him start fraying at the edges.

He’s unraveling, floating in an ether where the pragmatic and the path of least resistance that he made his life philosophy are losing their appeal. He’s…

Well, it seems he’s done some script-flipping of his own. Decided—perhaps on a whim—to overhaul everything Hawk knew and replace it with something cold and alien and completely fucking unpredictable.

Was this how Demetri felt, that day Hawk showed up at school with spiked hair and a conniving sneer? Is this some kind of payback?

He doesn’t care if this new boy with a knife to his throat killed and gutted the friend he grew up with. It doesn’t matter anymore. That relationship only ever got in the way, anyhow.

He truly could not care less. Honest.

The only emotion he feels is annoyance that this new opponent will be harder to match, with erratic moves and a quickly-thinning conscience.

This Demetri isn’t pulling any punches. One stupid or sloppy move, and Hawk will be on the floor gurgling his life out.

He’s never taken Demetri for someone impulsive, but perhaps he just had a talent for controlling his most brutal and primal urges—for his own safety, if nothing else. Perhaps he’s lost this ability.

Hawk wonders what it says about him that he isn’t bothered by this at all. If anything, he finds the whole concept exhilarating.

Fighting Demetri had gotten so boring. Now, at last, they’re on equal footing.

Regardless, there could be a trace of the Old Demetri yet. He might be able to use that.

“Put the fucking knife away or I’ll call the cops,” Hawk snarls. “Think you’ll get into Stanford with a police report on your permanent record? Or whatever fucking nerd school you’re trying to—”

“With what phone?” Demetri interrupts. “The one you left on the coffee table downstairs so it won’t distract you from wailing on your stupid bag?”

Fuck. How did Demetri even notice shit like that?

Hawk tries not to let the dismay show.

“When my mom gets home, she’ll—”

“Mommy’s not coming for you, Eli.” Demetri’s smirk widens. “Mommy’s getting drunk with all her friends to forget her unfulfilled suburban picket fence life with her nasty, violent delinquent of a son. And Mommy’s going to crash at Michelle Galinski’s house, just like she has every Friday night for the past 10 years. And oh dear…Daddy’s out of town on his top-of-the-month business trip? Looks like no one’s coming to save you.”

Fuck that. He can save himself.

Hawk makes a grab for Demetri’s wrist, other hand clawing at the arm compressing his chest. Demetri seamlessly lifts the elbow of his knife-holding arm and jabs the bony appendage into Hawk’s skin.

The knife blade doesn’t even falter, pressing more firmly into Hawk’s neck. A sting, and he feels something warm trickle toward his chest.

The scent from earlier intensifies, and Hawk realizes abruptly that it must have been blood.

“Mmmm-mmmm.” Demetri purses his lips and shakes his head, like he’s scolding a disobedient child. “It’ll make it much easier for both of us if you don’t act up. I really don’t want to cut your throat, but I will.”

As Demetri sneers down at him, Hawk realizes too late that he couldn’t cover his alarm.

“What? Don’t think I’d actually hurt you?”

The taller boy fiddles with the knife, sending little pricks of pain rippling through Hawk’s neck.

“I guess you know how it feels now,” he purrs.

Hawk spits in Demetri’s face, sudden fury overtaking him.

This pathetic nerd’s not going to make him feel bad now. Not after everything he’s done to crush the part of himself that possibly could feel bad.

“Fuck you.”

And slowly, never once breaking his gaze, Demetri licks Hawk’s saliva off his chin. The dim hallway light just catches the moisture on his face.

“Keep it in your pants, Moskowitz. We’re not there yet.”

Now Demetri’s definitely fucking with him.

It’s growing tiresome. Nonetheless, he doesn’t want that cut in his neck getting any wider.

There’s something distinctly unnerving about the way Demetri’s eyes are boring into him, sizing him up with a kind of cold contempt. Looking at him like he’s nothing more than some ugly insect to crush under his shoe.

It’s the sort of callousness that Hawk has never once—not in the entire time he’s known Demetri—been the target of.

And maybe he’ll admit it. He dislikes it for more than just the fact it throws him off.

Demetri is spiraling into someone unrecognizable, and the sheer foreignness of the whole process makes Hawk shudder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Hawk’s voice is small and weak. Like Eli’s.

He doesn’t care.

His entire sense of reality—every absolute, irrefutable truth he’s ever attached to himself and his life and his oldest friend—is uprooting and spinning out of control, and it’s not like anything fucking matters anymore.

Demetri laughs—a sharp, hollow sound devoid of any real humor.

“Like you’re one to talk. I know what you did to Brucks.”

Hawk’s blood freezes.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Demetri’s knife slides from the cut on Hawk’s neck, beginning to tease the underside of his chin. “Mitch told us what happened. And I damn well noticed when Brucks stopped showing up to school. Nice of your war criminal sensei to help you cover that up.”

Hawk’s breath comes in quick, short gasps.

Of course Demetri put two and two together. Of course he’d gone snooping so he could find something else to hang over Hawk’s head.

And the fall of that knife might be worse than the one currently tickling his jaw.

Part of him hates it. Hates being reminded of that day and hates being reminded what he’s capable of. Hates remembering the sight of a living, breathing person crumpling to the floor, and realizing they would never get up again.

But Hawk isn’t stupid. If anyone can play Demetri’s games, it’s the person who knows him better than anyone in the world.

“Demetri.” He keeps his tone as calm and non-abrasive as he can. “Who else’s blood is on your knife?”

Because it was still wet when Demetri shoved it up against him. And Demetri’s a moron if he thinks Hawk missed that.

“Ah. And we finally get to that.” Demetri chuckles, gently tracing Hawk’s jawline with the honed edge. “You see…the difference between you and me, Eli, is that I don’t need anyone’s help to hide my bodies.”

His heart drops to his feet.

“What did you do?”

“Not any worse than you.” Demetri cocks his head. “I hurt someone who deserved it.”

“Demetri.” Hawk steels his voice. “What did you do?”

Because whatever it was, Hawk sure as hell needs to take the proper precautions to make certain he isn’t next.

“Stopped at the convenience store on the way over here.” Demetri follows the knife with his eyes as he talks, expression almost affectionate. “Ran into one of Kyler’s old buddies from the wrestling team. One of the kids who used to call us fags, remember? He thought it would be fun to shove me around. So I pretended I was running my ass away, and got him to chase me somewhere a little more…private.”

Hawk gapes at him.

“Did you really…?”

“Shanked the asshole like a pig. He was so surprised he didn’t even fight back. And let me tell you, it was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

And there’s that laugh again—the broken, disjointed chortles that feel so jarringly out-of-place. Green eyes shining with a frenetic light that makes Hawk’s hands grow slick with sweat.

Demetri leans in again, knife held steady as his lips brush Hawk’s ear.

“I know how it feels, you know. I know what it is to get so angry that you don’t even know what your body’s doing until it’s too late. Watch the life fade out of another human being’s eyes. Realize you like it. Sit there panicking about being some kind of inhuman monster and then suddenly realizing you don’t fucking care. And I suppose…I suppose that’s another reason you were right. There is a certain freedom in embracing that the world is cruel and cutthroat and unforgiving. In finally unmuzzling the wild animal thrashing around inside you and letting it hunt the way it was always meant to.”

Hawk shudders.

Sensei Kreese promised no one would ever find out about Brucks. Staged some kind of car accident or binge-drinking tragedy or drug OD or some other way stupid teenagers die all the time. Kyler was barred from the funeral, with Kreese worried (probably reasonably) that the dumbass would let something slip.

Kreese told the class that if anyone snitched, he’d be more than willing to look the other way as they met the same fate as Brucks.

Hawk hated how much he enjoyed it. He hated how after the deed was done, he couldn’t find a scrap of guilt in his psyche. It made him feel detached from himself—the abstract idea that doing that to another person was bad, but the complete lack of any emotions to back it up.

But that’s who he is now. No going back, he supposes.

Perhaps, on some level, he figured Demetri would pick up on this and leave him alone. Decide that Hawk’s path was too dark and too dangerous for his pasty basement nerd tastes, and stay huddled away with the Miyagi Dos singing kumbaya.

That would probably be best for him, anyways. Hawk still doesn’t know what other horrific shit he has it in him to do, especially when his victim pleaded so hard for mercy that would never come. When Brucks’ fruitless begging gave him an unmistakable rush.

And yet here Demetri is, claiming he was in a similar position. Claiming he lost control.

It isn’t that Demetri can’t put on an act if he needs to. But on some level, Hawk’s always been able to tell when his best friend is exaggerating or embellishing to make a story more interesting. There’s a kind of snarky undertone he uses, always giving that he isn’t completely serious. Subtle, but easy to pick up if you’re familiar with it.

There’s none of that here. If anything, this is the kind of emotional vulnerability Demetri never displays intentionally.

Until now, apparently.

Hawk bites his lip. “You’re not lying, are you?”

“You’re so cute.” The tip of the knife jabs into the underside of Hawk’s chin. “You thought I was some…what? Some sissy little do-gooder? The pinnacle of morality and mercy and all great virtues? No, no.” He giggles. “I’ve always been as fucked up as you. I only managed to keep it buried longer.”

Hawk scowls, suddenly remembering exactly who he’s talking to.

“Give me a fucking break. You joined the pussy-ass ‘defense only’ karate dojo. Your entire philosophy is about being sissy little do-gooders. Like you’d have the balls to pull even half the shit Cobra Kai—”

The knife flies back to the wound in his throat, Demetri using his arm to ram Hawk harder into the wall.

“You think I ever gave a flying fuck about Miyagi-Do?” he spits. “You think I’m some slavering pet like you, tripping over my little lapdog paws to appease my sensei’s every command? You think these asinine karate wars ever mattered to me? No.” He shoves his face into Hawk’s, blood on his breath. “You’re the one so obsessed with following orders that you can’t even remember who you were before you became some demented old man’s attack dog. You’re the one so drunk on loyalty to a fucking karate dojo that you can’t see none of this shit matters.”

Hawk bares his teeth, hoping with everything he has that Demetri won’t notice him shaking.

“Easy for you to say, when you pussied out after one punch in the face,” he sneered. “Of course you want to believe all of this is pointless when you’re on the losing team. But I’m not like you, Demetri. I’m no quitter.”

“Oh, how admirable.” The knife presses a little harder. “Tell me then, Hawk. How’s being on the same team as Kyler? As fucking Robby Keene? You excited for the chance to help them hurt Miguel again?”

Red-hot rage rips through Hawk. He lifts a leg and knees Demetri’s shin as hard as he can.

Demetri barely even winces. His other foot kicks up, ramming the side of Hawk’s knee. Hawk scrambles for balance, heart pounding as he just avoids falling into the knifepoint.

“Thought that’d hit a nerve.”

“Fuck you!” Hawk spits. “Keene was from your fucking dojo! You fought with him, too!”

“Not since he hurt Miguel.”

Demetri’s voice is frigid, rivaling the most biting winter rains. Every inch of him drips with a venomous hatred that Hawk has never seen before.

Not directed at him. Not directed at anyone.

“And now he’s in your dojo. Funny how that works.” Demetri clicks his tongue. “Guess your roaring rampage of revenge was all for naught.”

“It wasn’t.” Hawk curls his lip. “You were all responsible, and we got our paypack. It’s not our fault Miguel wasn’t grateful.”

“Ooooh, gotta love the Hawk’s impeccable logic! ‘Ah, yes, I think I will terrorize everyone in this dojo except for the person who actually almost killed my friend, who I will agree to team up with for some reason!’” Demetri returns his sneer. “Are you really such an obedient little bitch that you do whatever your precious sensei tells you? Even when you damn well know it makes no sense? You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

“Park and Keene know their place,” Hawk hisses. “They know I’m the alpha. They answer to me.”

Demetri cocks his head, looking amused.

“Even if I were to believe that. Do you like sharing a class with those assholes? Do you like knowing that if one of them were to get their ass handed to them by a Miyagi-Do or an Eagle Fang—by Miguel—that you’d be expected to rescue them?”

“I’d do it.” Hawk grits his teeth. “I wouldn’t like it, but I’d fucking do it. Sensei Kreese gave Sensei Lawrence and the others a chance to join back up with Cobra Kai, and they said no. Miguel chose his side.”

Demetri sighs, expression almost pitying.

“I guess ‘Cobra Kai for life’ trumps a Cobra’s desire to beat another Cobra into the damn ground. Kind of a shame. I think you’d enjoy hurting them.”

What Demetri said earlier circles back into his mind.

I avoid fights because I know who’s worth hurting.

Hawk straightens, keeping his composure.

“Sensei says we need all the allies we can get,” he says. “Even if we don’t like them. I’m putting up with Kyler and Robby long enough to win the tournament, and that’s it. Then I’ll find some way to weed them out.”

“I doubt it.” Demetri smiles down at him. If it weren’t for the knife, Hawk would punch his teeth in. “Contrary to how you act, I know you’re a smart guy. If you knew how to get rid of them, you would have already. No, Eli…” His voice drops to a purr. “You’re stuck with them, aren’t you?”

Hawk feels sick.

Leave it to Demetri to pinpoint his deepest fears—a karate clan filled with the worst people Hawk knew. Not a single friend to speak of, and a sensei with constantly divided attention.

Even Tory was turning out to be a fucking snake in the grass. She certainly took to the boy who nearly killed her ex with not an ounce of guilt.

And yet she believed with all of her being that Demetri deserved a broken arm for what Robby Keene did. That he was a pussy for crying out in pain. Actions didn’t matter to her—only the name branded across the merchandise you wore and the color of your gi at tournaments.

For the first time, the thought makes Hawk seethe.

All this time she’d seemed nothing but tough and fearless, but all she was was a shallow bitch who cared more about rank and status than a damn thing you actually did.

She was always going to hate Sam LaRusso for being rich and popular. She was always going to hate Miyagi Do for its association with LaRusso. But the second Keene bailed? Put on a belt with a cobra on it and showed off his snake-snatching skills?

She couldn’t wait to get on his dick. The filthy slut.

And suddenly Hawk realizes that he hates her, too. He hates so many of the people who are supposed to be his allies. But he can’t afford to think like that. And most of all, he can’t afford to let Demetri see it.

He glowers up at his ex-best-friend, keeping his gaze stony. “And why do you care? You have your posse of Miyagi losers to pal around with. Why do you give a shit what I do? Just go home to your little—”

“I left Miyagi-Do!”

The words come out in a forceful scream that practically knocks Hawk even further into the wall.

The sheer disdain in Demetri’s eyes for the group he had so cozily assimilated into sends Hawk reeling. He’d never—not in this lifetime or the next—expect Demetri to toss the whole lot of them out like garbage.

Demetri breaks into another grin, reveling in Hawk’s stunned silence.

“See, that’s another difference between you and I, Eli. I don’t need some washed-out old man telling me what to believe and how to fight. I can think for myself. And frankly, I got sick of the ‘safety in numbers’ business when it seemed ‘the numbers’ were always the ones who got to pick my enemies for me. And no one—” His eyes burn into Hawk. “No one decides that but me. I hurt who I like when I like, and I’ll fucking gut anyone who gets in my way.”

Hawk exhales slowly, keeping his scowl pulled tight.

“So…what?” Hawk sneers. “You’re going to fight Cobra Kai by yourself now? That’s so fucking stupid.”

“Not all of them. Some of your class are just brainwashed idiots who don’t know what they’re doing.” He sighs, shaking his head. “And you, Eli…well, I think you’ve lost sight of who your true enemy is. I was hoping I could help.”

“You really bounced?” Hawk narrows his eyes, still trying to make sense of everything. “After everything, you…just up and left?”

It can’t be that easy. He knows it wouldn’t be in Cobra Kai.

“Yeah.” Demetri shrugs. “And now I have way more time for important things.”

“I don’t get it.” Hawk’s frown deepens. “Why would you strike off on your own? Did something happen?”

“You happened.”

Short. Simple. Concise.

Completely baffling.

Not that that was anything new today.

Maybe it’s Hawk’s imagination, but the knife loosens a little.

“Don’t you get it?” For the first time all night, something like genuine anguish prods through Demetri’s voice. “I meant what I said. I never gave a rat’s ass about the karate wars, or the stupid dojo feuds. All I ever wanted was to be worth your fucking time again.”

All Hawk can do is stare.

It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.

“And sure,” Demetri concedes after a moment. “At first, I wanted to do right by Mr. LaRusso. By Sam. They were the ones who taught me. Toughened me up into something worthwhile. Worked with all the shit you thought was a lost cause. But it was always a means to an end to stay relevant to you. Then after what happened with Moon, I genuinely thought the Miyagi-Do philosophy would help you. But I learned soon enough that you were in too deep for appealing to the Old Eli to work. No, I had to speak to you in your own language.”

He licks his lips as the knife starts to slide up Hawk’s neck again, dancing over the bottom of his chin and onto the plump skin of his lips.

“Aggression. Violence. Dominance.” He chuckles. “Wasn’t my go-to, but if it got your attention, I could make it work. And I guess I did, huh? I riled you up enough that you couldn’t leave me alone.”

“You wanted to piss me off?”

“If that’s what it took to keep you coming back for more.” And there it is again—that wide, sadistic grin that feels so brutally wrong. “You can leave me, Eli. You can disown me. You can shit on everything we had and make my life a living hell. But you can’t bring yourself to just ignore me. Because you’re so weak that you can’t bear to refuse the bait when I press your buttons. Because as much as you claim to hate me, you can’t move on from me.”

“And now you ditch your team to…what? Fight me on your own?” Hawk matches Demetri’s grin with one of his own. “I’d wreck you. And deep down, you know it.”

“So presumptuous.” Demetri shakes his head, tutting. “Frankly, I came here tonight because I’m sick of fighting you.”

“Says the one with a knife to my throat.”

“That’s because you don’t fucking listen without me having to resort to extreme measures,” Demetri hisses. “I think we’re a lot closer to being on the same page than you think. And maybe if you dropped this whole tribalism bullshit, you’d see that.”

So Demetri wants a truce. Hawk should have known.

He’s not surprised. But the way they arrived here?

Now that’s a twist.

It’s still an insane concept. Like he’s supposed to let his greatest enemy off the hook. Let Demetri get away with all the ways he’s undermined him and humiliated him and put the Old Eli—the weak, pathetic nerd Eli—on blast for all the world to see.

But if Demetri really left Miyagi Do…

Hawk finds himself wondering how much of his rage against the Miyagi Dos is his own, and how much is Sensei Kreese’s. And if Demetri’s truly deserted “the enemy,” does Hawk still have to hate him?

Does he even want to?

Demetri isn’t that pathetic, sniveling dweeb anymore. He’s crushed his old self as brutally as Hawk has.

Because the Demetri Hawk has known all his life could scarcely bring himself to cook with sharp knives, let alone use one to threaten another human being’s life.

Or take one.

But despite everything, something still doesn’t add up.

“I heard about your little rousing speech,” Hawk says. “About how important it was for Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang to unite against the ‘biggest assholes in the Valley.’ And now you’ve abandoned both of them. Was that all just a load of crap, then?”

Demetri is unfazed.

“Call me naïve, but I thought if Miguel and I were on the same team, you’d finally see some damn sense. You’d hurt me, sure. I’ve known that for a while. But I never thought you’d touch the kid you went on a vengeance quest for.” He shrugs. “Color me surprised when you wrote him off as just another enemy.”

“I told you.” Hawk works his fingers against the wall again, uneasiness trickling over his skin. “Miguel chose his side.”

“Be that as it may. I figured if you were so far gone that you were ready to wail on literally every person you used to be friends with, I needed to adjust my strategy.”

“For what?”

“For getting through to you. For getting you to tell the truth.”

And Hawk doesn’t want to think for too long about what truth Demetri has in mind.

“So you pull out a fucking knife.”

“Mhm.” Demetri snickers. “That’s how you communicate, yeah? Threats and intimidation?”

Hawk clenches his jaw. “I’m not scared of you.”

“Is that so.” The arm suddenly lifts from squeezing Hawk’s chest, long fingers seizing his wrist. He’s too surprised to pry them away.

He really should be expecting this kind of insane bullshit by now.

“Your pulse is going haywire, Eli,” Demetri murmurs. “Either you’re a liar, or something else has you energized. I wonder what that could be?”

It’s then Hawk’s mind fully catches up to its surroundings.

He rips his wrist away, pivoting away from the knife and sending a knee into Demetri’s ribs. The knife tip slices his cheek, but so be it. He’s endured worse.

Demetri gasps, stumbling back. Hawk makes a grab for the knife.

The taller boy is still too quick. He holds the weapon out of reach, using his other arm to thrust Hawk’s body back.

Before Demetri can do anything else, Hawk squats down and sweeps his leg. With a grunt, his opponent stumbles to the floor.

Something seizes Hawk’s ankles as he stands. He cries out as he’s yanked backward with surprising force, landing on the floor next to Demetri.

Hawk scrambles for the bed, trying to writhe out of Demetri’s grip and hoist himself up by the covers.

It’ll be over when I have the high ground.

What a stupid reference to think about.

It reminds him of the kind of game he and Demetri might have once played. Whoever made it onto the bed would get to be Obi-Wan, and whoever stayed on the floor would have to be Anakin, drowning in lava.

The idea leaves him feeling strange.

Demetri doesn’t let go, snarling like a hyena as he tries to tug Hawk back. The knife teases his skin, an imminent threat if he makes any moves too sudden.

He’d kick the annoying asshole away from him, but he doesn’t want the sole of his foot sliced open. If he can’t walk, he can’t fight.

Suddenly, Demetri cries out, grip loosening. In Hawk’s struggles, he must’ve rammed into a sensitive spot. He yanks himself free, scrambling onto the bed and frantically trying to plan his next move.

He realizes his mistake a half-second too late.

Demetri, gleefully bluffing, rises to his full height. Smirking, he pounces like a jaguar.

He lands heavily on Hawk’s stomach, slamming him against the bed. The back of his head smacks against the headboard, filling his vision with stars.

He barely has time to let out a pained gasp before Demetri’s knees are digging into his quadriceps, pinning him again. Growling, he aims a punch at Demetri’s throat.

His fist meets its target, pulling a strangled gasp. Hawk clasps his arms around Demetri’s torso, trying to thrust him off the bed.

For a moment they struggle, yanking and shoving wildly in an attempt to gain an advantage. Then Hawk feels long arms wrap around his back, bony fingers clutching at his throat.

The tingling pain of blade against skin, and Hawk realizes Demetri kept hold of his knife.

Whenever I think he’s finally going to drop that damned thing…

The knife jabs into him, strengthening its grip until he’s pressed flat on his back. At last Demetri loosens his grip, sizing up his victim with a satisfied beam.

Hawk squirms, bed creaking as he does his best to jostle Demetri off. The other boy holds fast, gazing down at him with a pitying look.

The blade digs in again, and Hawk’s struggles weaken.

“Come now. How many times do we have to go over this?”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“I don’t believe I was finished.”

Demetri tilts his head to the side, breaking into another crazed grin that sends dread trickling straight down to Hawk’s bones.

“Shut up Demetri.”

“I see you staring at me. All this time, and all these girls you tried so hard to fuck, and everything always comes back to your stupid middle school infatuation.”

“SHUT UP!”

Hawk squeezes his eyes shut, trying to bleach Demetri’s cold, smug expression from his mind.

“Right after you had your Bar Mitzvah, you asked me to kiss you. You figured since I already had mine, we were both adults now. And adults do grown-up things like kissing.”

“STOP IT!”

And suddenly Hawk is screaming at the top of his lungs because he knows where this is going. Because they were just stupid kids, and that can’t mean anything.

“I said of course I would, because I’d always liked you, Eli.” Demetri’s voice only grows louder—more insistent. “And I go in to give you a peck, and you grab my arms and stick your entire tongue in my mouth.”

“Shut the fuck up, Demetri!”

He feels something wet dribbling down his face, and wonders if the cut on his cheek got stretched wider in his and Demetri’s scuffle. It’s certainly stinging enough for it.

Unless…

Hawk wishes he could dissolve.

“I told you I’d kiss you a thousand more times if you wanted.” Demetri’s voice has grown sharper than his blade. “And I would have. And for a long while, I thought there might be the most infinitesimal possibility that you felt something, too. Now I know I was right.”

He laughs, the sound acrid and bitter and full of flint.

“Because even after everything, you’re still obsessed with me. You watch me across the lunchroom and pretend you’re ‘monitoring the enemy,’ but I know you miss me. You miss when I made you laugh, and you miss when I talked to people so you didn’t have to. You chase me around in every battle, but when it comes right down to it, you can’t hurt me in any significant way until you’re bullied into it. You pick fights with me so you can put your hands all over my body and not have anyone look at you askance for it.”

“FUCK YOU!”

Maybe if he screams loud enough, Demetri won’t pay too much attention to the wet trails smearing the blood from his cuts.

Caustic breath is hovering inches above Hawk, misting onto his lips. Still, he refuses to open his eyes.

“It must be exhausting, you know,” Demetri whispers. “Living your life in denial like that. Wearing your entire personality like some cheap Halloween costume and convincing yourself that’s a fulfilling existence. Don’t you want to be free?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Hawk growls. “I do whatever I like. It’s not my fault you don’t like who I really am.”

“Who you really are, hmmm?” Demetri’s lips brush his earlobe, voice a barely-audible murmur. “So tell me the truth then, Eli. Do you still want me?”

The bluntness of the question almost blows a hole in his composure.

“Of course I don’t.”

“Stop fucking lying!”

All at once, Demetri’s voice is a deafening, furious scream again. The knife slices Hawk’s jaw.

Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to really hurt. Hawk freezes, held prisoner by the burst of sharp, sudden pain.

“It’s always lies, lies, lies with you,” Demetri snarls. “Fake name. Fake hair color. Fake personality. Fake interests. Fake friends who only kiss the ground you walk on because they’ve never seen you at your weakest. Fake relationships with girls you barely let know you—to the point you think they’d leave you for liking to code. And the absolute drivel you feed yourself that this goddamn farce is what you want to live in forever. You think you’re starring in some martial arts epic, and you’re so wrapped up in your stupid method acting that you never want to step offscreen. Like everyone’s on the edge of their seat about your pitiful life like it’s the fucking Truman Show. And at the end of the day? You’re still too much of a pussy to tell me the truth.”

Hawk’s skin tingles, shivers rippling through him. If his heart was pounding before, it’s thundering now.

Somehow it doesn’t feel like fear. He’s used to this new version of Demetri enough not to cower from him.

No, it’s something far worse. And Demetri knows it.

“You can’t hide from me.” The other boy’s tone drips with haughtiness, savoring the ability to confirm Hawk’s worst fears. “I see right through your bullshit. I always have. So I’ll ask you one more time. Do you want me?”

The knife slides down to Hawk’s throat again, pressing firmly.

“Lie and I’ll kill you.”

He’s probably bluffing. Maybe. Surely.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter anymore. Sprawled out on his childhood bed, underneath the only other person he frequently shared it with.

The person he used to watch sleep, wondering wistfully if the freak with the lip scar ever made it into his best friend’s dreams.

He opens his eyes and finally meets Demetri’s gaze, in all of its searing, insurmountable beauty.

“Yeah.”

He breathes it out quiet and fragile—a soft promise. A rare moment of openness that he lets free of his unbreakable shell.

Demetri drops the knife. It falls behind the bed, thumping onto the carpet below.

He swoops down, seizing Hawk’s neck and yanking him up. When their mouths meet, Hawk is nearly thrown back with the force of it.

Demetri kisses like a starved animal, lapping and nipping in a crazed frenzy. The weight of his muscle-toned body is crushing, locking Hawk firmly against the mattress.

He tastes like blood and cold steel and cruelty. Hawk shudders.

This time, he’s certain it isn’t fear. It’s a rush he only thought he could get from smashing his fists against plastic or skin, or feeling another person’s body go limp and lifeless underneath his.

And it’s ironic. The more Demetri tries to devour Hawk, the more Hawk wants to let it happen.

There’s an odd satisfaction to it, he thinks. Being completely at someone else’s mercy.

And Demetri isn’t fighting with any.

***

OKAY, time for some #authorrants because I feel like some of the choices I made in this fic are. Controversial, to say the least. Lmao.

So something that has bugged the crap out of me for a while now is people in this fandom acting like there is any world where Demetri would choose Robby over Miguel. I remember after S3 dropped, there was a lot of "dId tHeY fOrGeT tHe dEmEtRi-rObBy FrIeNdShIp" type sentiment floating around irt why Demetri didn't stay in contact with Robby the way Sam and the LaRussos did. Maybe it's because, I don't know, Robby threw the guy Demetri never actually stopped being close friends with over a balcony and almost killed him???

Like. Not that these showrunners don't ever forget things, but this absolutely is not one of them. Robby paralyzing Miguel is a BEYOND valid reason to sever ties with him, especially when you were just casual dojo bros for a couple months tops. When push came to shove, Demetri pretty unequivocally CHOSE MIGUEL. He brought him a comic book in the hospital! He was thrilled to see him back at school and picked up their friendship right where it left off! He DOES NOT VISIBLY FORGIVE ROBBY UNTIL MIGUEL DOES! Idk idk it just really riles me when people do not take Demetri and Miguel's friendship into account when discussing the Demetri-Robby relationship and why they stopped being friends when they did. Tbh I don't think it's that hot of a take to assume Demetri would have more loyalty to the guy who befriended him when he was a nobody and proceeded to be one of his closest ride-or-die friends for a whole-ass year over the guy he was casual buds with because they happened to share a karate instructor -_____- I could go on about this for several more paragraphs, but that's a rant for another day.

(As far as the LaRussos go, they were all closer to Robby and were basically his adoptive family, which is why they--particularly Sam--were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and say the Miguel thing was an accident. Demetri didn't know Robby well enough to make that call, and had no actual proof it WAS an accident except for maybe Sam's word.)

Some other things to ramble about:

I remember in some interview a while back (I think with Martin Kove?) someone asked about Hawk and Marty or whoever was being interviewed said he was "on his way to being a serial killer" or smth. And Jacob's talked a little bit about the kind of escalating delinquent shit Hawk would get up to if he was never redeemed, etc. So going with that: Bold of y'all to assume the kid simping for Hawk since episode 1 wouldn't renounce his morals and join him on the path to villainy. Sorry but I truly believe Demetri's horniness for Hawk can and would win out over any ethical qualms in the end. Also Demetri is horny for violence and evil this is canon otherwise he would in fact not have simped for S3 Hawk so PAINFULLY BADLY god bless

Also this was partly inspired by those post-S3 jokes that were like "lol what happened to Brucks??? Did Hawk kill him???"...well, what if he did, tho? O_____O

Disclaimer that I promise I do not endorse the Tory slut-shaming!!! Tbh I didn't really wanna write it, but...I think given the circumstances, Hawk WOULD be pretty furious at her for getting chummy with Robby and "betraying" Miguel. And unfortunately, since he's a teenage boy with (canonical!) misogynistic tendencies...I do think that would most likely come across as slut-shaming D: But y'all have brains y'all know I don't condone everything I write about aknhdksuyhf (Murder is probably not something you should try at home either btw)

Hopefully I didn't make Hawk too weaksauce in this ^^; My excuses are a) I suck at writing fight scenes and tend to just want to get to the psychosexual dialogue and knife-teasing, so. If I rushed anything to get there I apologize. b) Going by the school fight, Hawk is indeed thrown off when Demetri takes the offensive (especially in a super dramatic kind of way) and his confused pause is in fact enough time for Demetri to get an advantage and c) The man is thrown off his game!!! Thrown off his groove, even!!! His sissy pussy nerd ex-friend shows up acting like a disturbed maniac and he is so O_____o about it that his moves are off!!! He's sucking a little but it's not his fault 💔It's Demetri's for subverting expectations 💔

I also feel like if Demetri started McFucking Losing It and was generally less grounded in the physical and rational world, physical pain wouldn't register quite as much. Like he's in his head enough now that he's kinda lost his grip on reality and things happening in the physical world don't seem as relevant or immediate, if that makes any sense? Also idk. Maybe after the arm break his pain tolerance just went up :O Anyways that's why he recovers pretty fast when Hawk DOES land a hit. Demetri is nuts now 💙

I will die on my hill that Demetri like. Really REALLY isn't as morally upstanding as people like to think XD Like I say this with love but from the top he's been a self-interested little shit who just happens to be extremely loyal to the very small handful of people he actually likes. My dudes, he didn't join Miyagi Do because he liked their philosophy better--he joined because they were less on board with punching him in particular in the face XD This dude saw Cobra Kai being fucks and playing dirty at the AVT and he STILL up and says "I wanna come back because I like the 'safety in numbers' aspect of joining a gang" XD I always got the vibe the "well at least I'm not an asshole LIKE YOU" he throws at Eli later is more because he likes to feel self-righteous. I say all of this as his biggest fan btw. I think more people should embrace the self-interested king he is and write about him and Eli being absolute dicks together instead of to each other 💖

I guess that's what I'm here for!!!

Anyways I think Demetri and Eli have the same potential to be absolutely horrific people, and I think we're all very lucky that Demetri was too lazy to challenge his comfort zone and stick with Cobra Kai XD We're very fortunate he happened to end up using his speed and his brains to help his friends who happened to be on the Good Guy Side rather than his friends who happened to be on the Bad Guy Side.

I also think people put WAY too much stock in Demetri's ability to staunchly stick with the good guys and have enough of a moral backbone to just keep opposing Eli's douchebaggery indefinitely. My mans is NOT that much of a saint, trust. From how quickly he forgave Eli for a HUGE number of atrocities, he seemed to be like. Waiting on his ass for Eli to come back to him. And if Eli never did???

I mean. Bruh. Someone you've been deeply in love with for years throws you out like last night's trash and just progressively starts being more and more awful to you??? You think it's feasible for my boy Demetri to stay strong and sane and reasonable forever, and just keep on fighting the good fight??? HELL NO. This dude is either a) quitting karate and moving schools so he doesn't have to deal with constantly being pummeled by the dude he's in love with or b) going completely fucking insane from the cognitive dissonance of being in love with a dude who constantly beats his ass.

Listen. I have been in love. If my friend who I was in love with turned evil and joined an evil karate school and started wailing on me all the time, I would either pull an Aisha and haul ass out of there or I would simply lose my mind and become evil. Go full Jinx from Arcane. Sorry if you're a hater who doesn't think Demetri Alexopoulos has it in him to go apeshit, but you're wrong and also boring. The funny kooky comic relief guys are always one thread away from losing their shit because everyone assumes because they're funny and kooky they have no depth and no end to their bullshit tolerance. I would know because I am one of these Guys in real life. Put some respecc on my boy's name and also give him another knife 🔪

For anyone looking at me askance like "Demetri doesn't have it in him to kill!" Yes he does. I'm sending him over to your house to stab you right now 🩵

No fr tho, like there was MURDER in this man's eyes when Kyler was bullying Eli in the library. There was MURDER in this man's eyes fighting Robby at the AVT in S4. I have full confidence that if he could get away with stabbing his enemies, he would. So would Eli but I feel like this is a less contested opinion.

Also this is interesting so it's something I might go into detail about in another post, but one thing I noticed while kinda brainstorming how Demetri would snap is that Demetri is loyal to people, while Eli is loyal to concepts and ideas.

Demetri I don't think is actually that married to or slavish about MD principles tbh. Demetri isn't really averse to violence conceptually (even back in S1 it's only ever about him disliking BEING hit, not disliking hitting people!!) and doesn't actually do the defense-only thing that often. Several times we see him instigate with Hawk, or help Sam instigate with CK in general. The times we see him stick his neck out to really help Miyagi Do, he seems like he's doing so more out of loyalty to his friends (namely Sam, Chris, and Nate--also Miguel irt the dojo team-up at the end of S3) than loyalty to Miyagi Do as a dojo.

Eli, meanwhile, is way more loyal to concepts he puts a lot of stock in than the people in his life who challenge this. He sees Cobra Kai as this almighty saving grace that is for LIFE, and he doesn't think twice about ditching Demetri and Miguel when they turn their backs on it. He stays in this dojo even as his friends leave and it fills up with people he hates, and his sensei dismisses and ignores his concerns. Because this dojo saved him from his horrible, bullied life, and now he feels like he owes everything to the Cobra Kai name, despite who's actually behind the name. Also why I think Demetri uses "my karate dojo needs your help!" as the selling point to get Eli to join MD in S4. HIS motivation is probably much more that he just wants him and Eli to stay together, but he knows Eli values dojo loyalty above everything, so Dem kinda makes it more about that than friendship.

Anyways! That's all for now! The whole fic should be up on my AO3 sometime in December :3

#ckhalloween23 #ckhalloween #hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #elimetri #hawkmetri #hawkmeat #eli x demetri #demetri x hawk #aesthetic #moodboard #fanfic #fanfiction #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #slasher au #dark!demetri #dark!hawk #dark!eli

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i read this post that said robin was written to show steve wasn't homophobic anymore but "that doesn’t mean I’m just going to forget how he implied that Will deserved to die because he���s gay, so what now? Steve is growing and changing but that doesn’t just take away everything he’s said, especially since he has yet to apologize to Jonathan. There’s a reason why Will and Steve have zero scenes together!" like it makes no sense firstly bc robin wasn't even originally written as a lesbian so that just doesn't line up. then steve also never said will deserved to die bc he's gay; he never actually said anything about will's sexuality, his comment about will is about the byers family being full of "screw-ups" which steve actually classified as separate from gay ppl at the start of his mini monologue lol (by saying he thought jonathan was queer but he's actually a screw up like his dad). sometimes i think certain ppl have never actually watched that scene bc they just use it as a Steve Said Bad Things free space where they get to invent what he said. he did apologize to jonathan, it was literally the only reason he was at the byers' house, but it was interrupted which led to steve both saving jonathan's life and buying him a new camera. the thing about will and steve not having scenes together is baffling to me. their storylines just never intersected like s1 will is gone, s2 will is possessed while steve is helping junkyard trio, s3 steve is held captive in an underground russian bunker, and s4 will is literally in a different state on the other side of the country.

yeah, i saw that post lmao, real fucking stupid. it’s just so funny to me that these people accuse us of reducing robin to just being steve’s friend, and then can’t see past her sexuality in regards to her character? they’re the ones making robin just a lesbian bff, not us.

and saying that steve hasn’t had an impact on her character?? rewatch the show! steve’s the reason that robin feels comfortable in who she is, that she rambles and jokes around instead of fronting her stony facade from s3. i honestly think these people only care about robin in regards to a certain character they ship her with. because they seem to know nothing about her.

thank you!!! he never implies will is gay. at all. why would steve know or care about the sexuality of some random 12 year old?

and, 100%, people take that scene and mold it into anything they want just to rag on steve, and it’s super telling, because they’re constantly getting it wrong. some people decided that steve called jonathan a fag, which is the most annoying to me, because at least get the slur right lmao.

steve fucked up, absolutely. but he did apologise, and he did save their lives, and virtually sacrifice his own when he decided to run back into that house. had steve not done that, jonathan and nancy would be dead. just a fact.

and the will and steve sharing scenes thing is especially funny to me, because they’re just part of different plots. they have shared scenes, and will clearly has no problem using steve to get free movies like the rest of the kids, so there’s no animosity there.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #jonathan byers #will byers #stranger things #asks #anon

[hellsvestibule]

I do think it’s funny that people have more tolerance and patience for the house queerbaiting. Like, don’t get me wrong, i remember there being more discourse about the queer coding of House when it was actually airing, but I feel like a lot of the queer people I know including myself have more reflective fondness for House than the likes of it’s imitators even though House is idk, arguably more meanspirited? But it feels more meanspirited at the expense of the characters than the audience. House and Wilson, do not know how fucking gay they are, and how they are clearly destined to be together, and House is sort of a shit person in a way that gets called out more often than praised. Them being homophobic at each other over a woman actually just makes them come off as more gay and what you’re supposed to find funny and pathetic feels more like, this denial of their bond bc house has gotta be all manly man and drag Wilson into it. Than just ha ha they’re so gay, but it’ll never happen. And on that note the ending of the show from what I remember has like, no heterosexual explanation. These 2 that have been flirting the whole show run away together. But it’s not gay. But also I struggle to think of any straight man finding it relatable and coming up with a heterosexual explanation. It sort of felt like a fever dream at the time which is why I think people didn’t bring it up as that kind of weird territory between queerbaiting and queer rep for so long, even though BBC Sherlock wanted what House had so bad. Which is part of why I didn’t even watch it? Man I’ve seen House I don’t think your Sherlock could get more petty and gay than that even if they fucked on screen.

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My Dumb New BNHA OC (Part 2)

(Read part 1 before reading this. This post will make no god damn sense otherwise)

I took one of my favorite fan OCs and paired him together with one of my least favorite characters in BNHA.

Usually, people ship their OCs with a character they like, or a side character who they don’t hate. Usually, people’s OCs hate Mineta. But Kaito, my nicest, most lovely OC, decided to get with Mineta of all people.

I mainly did it as a funny joke. At some point in time, I discovered the “Mineta Redemption” tag on AO3 and thought it was interesting. I read some of the fics, and they were pretty good. A few years before that, I accidentally read a fic with “Homophobic Mineta”, and despite loathing him at the time, I felt annoyed with it. It felt weirdly OOC. 

In my brain, Mineta wouldn’t be straight up homophobic. At most, he’d be mildly confused and uncomfortable at most. He might also be a little creepy around lesbians. But he didn’t seem like the type to call someone a slur or use hate speech. He would just be kinda ignorant. In fact, rewatching clips of him, I think he might be pretty supportive if one of his guy friends came out to him. He does have positive moments in canon, it’s just overshadowed by creepiness.

Then I found the “Bi Mineta” tag, and that changed the fucking game. Imagine Mineta straight up not knowing what gay people are, and then he learns and slowly realizes that he might like guys. He’s just in denial. Or even Mineta having extreme internalized homophobia. It sounded great.

Originally, some drafts of Kaito were going to have him be extremely charismatic and able to attract all sorts of people. He’s kinda like Alejandro from TD but with a different personality. At some point, I randomly thought to myself: “wouldn’t it be funny if Mineta of all people ended up crushing on Kaito and was confused as hell about it?” Then I thought, “oh god, wouldn’t it be even more hilarious if this sweet, low key perfect guy who could get with anyone he wanted ended up crushing on MINETA of all people?”

And thus, a ship was born. Kaito has changed and evolved overtime, but for the most part, he has remained Mineta’s love interest. It was supposed to be a joke, an ironic ship for shits and giggles. But once you start shipping something “ironically,” eventually you’re gonna end up shipping it unironically.

They first meet at an empty bus stop, where Mineta is waiting for the bus (for some reason). Kaito runs up to the bus stop and ends up standing next to him. Kaito mistakes Mineta for a kid and asks where Mineta’s parents are. Mineta tells him that he’s 16, and Kaito immediately becomes apologetic and rambles awkwardly for a minute before shutting up. Then, he kinda recognizes Mineta (though not fully) and asks if he goes to UA. Turns out, Kaito also goes to UA, but just the Support Course (you know, with Mai). He also just so happens to be the twin brother of one of Mineta’s classmates, Mika (another OC of mine who is important to this story). They talk for a few minutes and introduce themselves.

Then, Mineta notices a pin on Kaito's bag. It’s a pin for a (very obscure) harem anime that nobody else has ever heard of. But both Mineta and Kaito just so happen to love it. They start excitedly talking about it with each other, and end up exchanging numbers. They begin texting each other, growing closer and closer. Mineta thinks Kaito is the coolest guy in the world, and takes his opinion very seriously. At some point, Kaito invites Mineta over to his house to watch a movie/show with him. They end up having a great time, and it’s very friendship goals.

They hang out more and more frequently, since neither of them have many friends, and they like spending time together. Kaito starts to give Mineta a new perspective on the world and people, and Mineta slowly realizes that maybe he has a skewed view of not just girls, but relationships in general. He didn’t have the best view of himself, and that was affecting how he interacted with other people. I’ve always headcanoned Mineta as having dwarfism (which is why I low key hate it when people make him taller/have a growth spurt), and while he is far from perfect representation, I do think that it can give him a lot of extra depth and even explains elements of his behavior. Him being disabled could be interesting if explored correctly. 

As you may know from the previous post, Kaito also has a physical disability, but he doesn’t mind it all that much. Yes, it can be difficult, but he embraces his disability completely. Mineta is very insecure about his disability and how others perceive/treat him because of it. He has a lot of insecurities that shape his behaviors, and may have underlying concerns about whether or not he is lovable. 

And then here comes Kaito, a guy who embraces his own disability to the fullest. Even when facing discrimination, he doesn’t let it affect how he views himself or his disability. He is proud of himself, and he ends up introducing Mineta to a new perspective on disabilities. Kaito may even invite him into an online group chat of others with disabilities or a support group. Kaito inspires Mineta to accept himself as a person, and this causes growth.

But romantic relationships aren’t one sided. Kaito likes a lot of things about Mineta as well. Kaito admires the fact that Mineta wants to be a hero, and while obviously Mineta is a bit of a coward, he is really good at being a hero (found this video, and wow I forgot how much skill he actually has). He can also be pretty brave when it matters. Even though his reasons for becoming a hero weren't the best, Kaito still admires him for it.

Mineta doesn’t exactly have confidence in terms of liking himself, but he still throws himself out there and does things with very little shame. Maybe not enough shame. But the point still stands. He puts himself out there and tries. Kaito isn't always the type to try. He doesn't put himself out there in the same way. So seeing Mineta constantly speak his mind is admirable to Kaito.

Kaito also thinks that Mineta is just a generally funny and interesting person. When he’s not being a little piece of shit, Mineta actually has a surprisingly good sense of humor. He’s mainly good at making slightly snarky/sarcastic comments that can catch you off guard, but still make you laugh. That’s why Kaito loves watching certain kinds of shows with Mineta. You know, the ones you can watch with friends and make comments about while you’re watching it. They also like to rewatch their favorite shows together and actually talk about it while watching, pointing out certain details and what they find interesting. Kaito actually thinks that a lot of Mineta’s points can be pretty good, especially in regards to stylization and character design.

While it’s not exactly canon, I have seen multiple people headcanon Mineta as being good at drawing, and I like that headcanon a lot. Perhaps he’s particularly good at drawing the human figure (not for the best of reasons, but the point still stands), and is very particular about proportions and stuff. He’s very into anime, and thus his artstyle is very anime-esque, but he actually excels in realism. So Kaito frequently compliments Mineta on his drawing skills. Plus some of his other skills, like how he uses his quirk in really creative and versatile ways.

Mineta’s less favorable traits have not gone over Kaito’s head. He only bore witness to Mineta’s more creepy side after having known him for a decent amount of time, but he was already aware of Mineta’s insecurities and personal issues by that point. So Kaito was aware of why Mineta acted the way he did, and he wasn’t completely unaware of how horny his friend could get. Most people would have dropped Mineta after seeing how creepy he can be, but one of Kaito’s minor/major flaws is thinking “I can fix them” whenever he has a slightly shitty person in his life. Somehow, he actually succeeded in this with Mineta.

Overtime, Mineta starts to hit on the girls less and is generally less creepy. Eventually, he stops hitting on people altogether. He also starts smiling more often, like he’s legitimately more happy in general. He engages with people, and he’s still kinda socially awkward and tries a little too hard, but he’s better at it. It’s almost like he’s more “present,” talking not for the sake of social attention, but because he legitimately has something to add. It takes a little while for people to notice, but they do.

At a certain point, Mineta starts catching feelings for Kaito, but it takes a while for him to realize it.

Mineta’s crush on Kaito is actually kinda funny because despite feeling sexual attraction towards girls almost 24/7, Mineta hasn’t had very many (romantic) crushes. Even in canon, he doesn’t seem to actually have a specific crush on anyone, just generalized, desperate lust. So when he starts having a legit crush on a person, he acts very differently. It’s so fucking obvious, too. When he’s sexually attracted to someone, he acts the way he does in the show, and is much more upfront. But when he has a normal crush, Mineta is much more shy about it. He acts the way he usually does around Kaito, but when Kaito compliments him, Mineta’s suddenly blushing and turning into mush. When he talks about Kaito, it’s in such an adoring way, like “he’s so smart and cool and interesting and amazing and-”

And Kaito's not much different. As mentioned earlier, he frequently compliments Mineta, and things he is just amazing, even if he isn't perfect. They are still normal friends, and when they hang out, the tension isn't too high. They just enjoy each other's company. But there will still be the occasional moments where the

It's honestly really obvious that they like each other. While I might not do this, as I have funnier plans in mind, it would be funny if Mineta invited Kaito over to the dorms one day to watch a movie together and Kaito met the rest of Class 1A. Everyone sees how Mineta acts towards him (and hears him talk about him), and they immediately pick up on the fact that Mineta probably has a crush. They can even tell that Kaito feels the same way (again, this subplot might not happen, but it would be hilarious). But the pair are both fucking oblivious, and it’s almost infuriating. Like, just fucking kiss already.

And eventually, they do. It’s such a fun scene. While I was working on the two of them, I finally listened to “Loser Baby” from Hazbin Hotel, and it was like a lightning strike of inspiration. Not only did it help me flesh out their relationship and them as characters, but it made one of my best confession scenes. Basically, the two are watching a (completely original to the BNHA Universe) show that Kaito has seen before, but Mineta hasn’t. In the show, one of the characters ends up having a whole monologue that Mineta relates a little too hard to, and he starts crying.

Kaito asks him what’s wrong, and Mineta basically starts talking to him about how he feels like nobody really likes him all that much because he’s kind of a shitty person. Yes, his classmates no longer hate him, but few of them actually like him. He generally just has a lot of personal issues regarding self worth and stuff. Kaito admits that he struggles with that kinda stuff too sometimes, and they both go quiet for a moment, before Kaito has an idea. He presses play again on the remote, knowing what happens after the monologue in the show. It’s “Loser Baby” (though the context is a bit different). Kaito sings along to Husk’s part, directly to Mineta, and it’s kinda silly at first, specifically during the first chorus. But then, like in Hazbin Hotel, it actually gets really cute. 

There is one small difference in the song during this scene. At some point, before the part where Angel and Husk are under the umbrella together (timestamp 2:20 in the original), there is a small musical break. During this part, this little exchange happens:

Kaito: *Grabs Mineta’s hands in his* “Hey, what you said about nobody liking you? That’s not true.”

Mineta: *Not looking at him* “How do you know that?”

Kaito: “Because…I like you.”

Mineta: “Yeah, but nobody likes me, like, romantically.”

Kaito: “.......I do.”

Mineta: *Freezes in shock, then slowly looks up at Kaito* “Really?”

Kaito: *Blushing like crazy* “Yeah.”

Mineta: *Also blushing* “Me too.”

Kaito: “Really?”

Mineta: “Yeah.”

They look back to the TV again when they hear the final start of the song begin. The part with the umbrella. And the two sing along to the song together (there are subtitles). Then, as soon as the song ends, Mineta and Kaito do a deep kiss.

This isn’t where the story ends. This is more the end of part 1 of their romance. Once they start dating, things are both the same and completely different. And it’s a lot crazier. But I’ll talk about that in either another part, or create a fanfic like a normal person.

Stay tuned if you want to hear more about this chaos. I’m way too proud of it.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha oc #mha oc #my hero academy oc #bnha oc x canon #bnha oc art #oc art #oc x canon #mineta minoru #bnha minoru #bnha mineta #mha minoru #mha mineta #i love them #they are in love #fan character #crackship #this ain't a crackship anymore this is a methship #this is so stupid #they are so stupid #but also i'm obsessed with them #why did i do this #oc shipping #queer ships #queer relationships #queer characters #queer oc

[mlfywsly]

Those Ocean Eyes

Summary: You were new at school and met a boy while watching your best friend rugby practise. Your friends talk to you about him and you know you shouldn't fall in love with him, but you can't help to.

Pairing: Harry Greene x OC!Fem

Warning: Strong language

A/N: My TikTok is full of that "Ocean Eyes" song (i'm not complaining btw) so I though of doing this :3

Not fair...

I entered through the school gate and someone hugged me. I hugged him back.

"I'm so happy you're here, Luna!"

I smiled

"Yeah, me too!"

"Come here, I will introduce you to the boys"

He took my wrist and we started walking until we reached a table with a group of people sat. They looked at us.

"So, these are Charlie, Elle, Tao, Isaac, Darcy and Tara"

I waved my hand a bit nervous.

"Guys, this is Luna. My best friend"

"Hey! Oh, Nick told us a lot about you" Elle said and she let me sit between her and Tao.

"He did? Bad stuff?"

"Of course" Nick said and I laughed

"And you're like... british? How did you met each other?" Tao asked

"Well... actually we know each other since we were babies" I laughed "Our mums are like... very close friends. We live pretty close"

"And why didn't you came to this school until now?" Charlie asked this time

"My dad's job. When I was like five we had to move to LA, so I went to school there"

"Really? Oh, that's so cool!"

"Did americans treat you well?" Darcy asked "I mean, they're pretty awful sometimes"

"Actually no, they're so sweet. At least they were so sweet with us"

"Oh, wow. So you're like... half american"

We keep talking until the bell rang and we have to go to our classes. At the end of the day Nick came to me.

"Hey, I was wondering... would you like to come to my rugby practise? The guys will be there too"

"Yeah, sure!"

"Great! I'll see you then"

I hugged him and I went to my house. I had lunch and around 5.30 p.m. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and see Darcy and Tara outside.

"Hey! Nick told us that you were coming to the rugby practise. Wanna come with us?"

"We can wait until you're ready"

"Oh, yeah sure! Hold on"

I went upstairs to my room and put my shoes on. I put some make up and grabbed my handbag. I went downstairs and we leave. We arrived five minutes after and we sat down with the rest of the guys. The players started coming out and going to the rugby field. We started talking about everything when suddenly I watched to the rugby field and saw a boy standing next to Nick and smiling. My heart melted. He was so cute...

"Who's him?" I asked confused

"Who is who?"

"That guy next to Nick"

"Don't you even try it!" Tao shouted

I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"He's the most awful guy in the school. You better don't fall for him"

"I didn't fall for him, I don't even know him" I excused myself "I'm just asking because she like talking to Nick. Are they friends or something?"

"Yeah" Tara said "He's his best friend. But he is like the most homophobic dude out here. And he's like you know, that popular rich guy who actually doesn't even care about anything"

"Yeah, he's like one of those stupid bitches who make girls fall in love with him to bum them out. He's not worth it"

"Oh... I see..."

"So don't you dare to fall in love with him!" Tao said "He's not even pretty, so..."

"He's hot" I said "I mean... he may be an arse, but he's pretty hot"

"Luna!"

"Sorry! I'm not falling... I'm speaking facts"

He rolled his eyes while Isaac smiled watching at him.

"It's not even funny, Isaac"

"It is"

We started laughing and Tao sighted. When it was almost midnight when Harry and that guy came in. They said goodbye to each other and that guy left out, after looking at me. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Fuck...

"Earth calling Luna... are you with us?"

I looked at them.

"What? What happened?"

"You gawp looking at Harry" Tao said

"Who's that?"

"That guy we were talking about... you said he was 'hot'"

"Oh..."

Nick laughed

"You really said Harry was hot? What's your problem?"

"Pipe down, mate, he is"

"So you like Harry?"

"How would I? I don't know him"

"So?"

"And I'm not into homophobic dudes"

"It works for me"

We arrived home and I said goodbye to them. I hugged Nick and I went to my dorm. I lay on my bed and all I can though about was that Harry guy. Shit... I grabbed my phone and looked for Nick's insta. When I found it I went to his followers and search for Harry until I found him. I started watching his insta and God, he was soo hot... I blamed myself for even think about it. I turn my phone off and got to bed. Next day, when I arrived school I sat next to Charlie.

"Hey! How did you sleep?"

"Fine" I said smiling

I looked over to one of the tables and saw him. He looked at me with his ocean eyes... I felt like dying. Then I realized what was actually happening and I couldn't believe it. I excused myself and go to the bathroom.

"This can't be happening! Calm down, Luna, calm down. He is just cute, but you're not falling for him, stop being so dramatic. You can think someone's cute without falling for him, right? And you can think someone had the most enchanting ocean eyes you had ever seen in your whole life without... falling for him, right? Right. We're cool, we're not falling for him and we will never. I can do better"

I washed my face and some tears began to fall down my cheeks. I was enchanted to had those ocean eyes looking at me...

You really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes

I went to my class and can't help but thinking the whole day about him. Stop it, Luna! At the end of the day I walked home with my friends.

"You know he is one of those bitches who bullied Charlie so hard. And not only Charlie, a lot of people more... and he think that's funny, to pick up on someone for no reason and destroy them just to laugh with his friends"

I looked down without saying nothing.

"You must stay out of his line. I mean, he will have no qualms about destroying you as well is he know you fell f-"

"I DID NOT FALL FOR HIM!" I shouted reaching my door with tears in my eyes "Please, stop saying that! I just said he was cute, that doesn't mean I fell for him! I don't even know him but I don't want to! He's awful, he's an arse, he's a fucking son of a bitch! I will never fall in love with someone like him, for God's sake, I have my principles!"

"Wow, I- I'm sorry..." he said with sadness

"I'm sorry for shouting, I just... I had a bad day, I need some rest. Sorry"

I entered to my house and run to my room. I sat on the floor and cover my face with my hands. I broke down crying. How could I fall in love with such an unpresentable dude like Harry? My legs started to bounced and my vision got blurred. I started shaking and I couldn't stop crying, it was hard for me to breath well. Fuck...

I grabbed my phone and texted Nick.

I'm scared...

Minutes later Nick entered to my room and sat next to me. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest, while he put his hand on my chest. He asked me to breath with him and I do it. When I was calmed he hugged me.

"What happened, Luna? You scared me..."

"I'm scared..."

"You did fall for him, didn't you?"

I nodded crying and he hugged me.

"Don't worry... it's okay"

"No! It's not okay! He's awful, I can't just fall for him... I'm being unfaith to myself"

"Sweetie... you can't choose who to fall in love with"

"Not fair..."

"I know, but... that's how life works"

"I hate that"

We just keep that way for a long time until I fall asleep. The next weeks were even worse. I was always thinking about him in class, I couldn't even concentrate. I saw him everywhere and he looked at me sometimes with those ocean eyes... In the rugby matches or practises I kept watching at him. I decided to not deny that I had a crush on him for my mental health but I was still feeling guilty for fell in love with him. I get used to over time. I was starting to accept thst I fell in love with him and even if he was mean it was okay. After all, you can't choose who to fall in love with... I was hoping him to bummed me out so I can move on, but I knew it was gonna be hard. I never felt this way about any other guys I have been in love with.

I've never fallen for quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes...

Years kept passing, and now I was about to say goodbye to Nick because he was leaving to uni while I had to stay one more year on Higgs.

"CHARLIE SPRING!" Someone shouted

Me and Charlie started looking around until we saw Harry. My mind was about to blow with what we were seeing. Harry came to us dressed in a 12-years-old cheerleader costume. I was so miffed.

"Thoughts?"

Charlie looked at me confused and then looked at him.

"About the fort or about your thighs?"

I smiled to myself

"Both, mate"

"Both are great" Charlie said "Good job. Keep it up"

I didn't know what to think or react, so I didn't say anything at all.

"I knew the skirt was a good decision. I should do this more often"

"Definitely"

I shaked my head. Minutes later we found Nick and Charlie and him started talking about everything, honestly I felt a little left out, but who cares. Suddenly we heard a 'click' and a laugh. We turned around and see Harry holding Nick's camera, I smiled to myself.

"So bloody romantic" he said "I can't believe I'm gonna find a new couple to cockblock at uni"

"Did you literally just pickpocket me?" Nick asked surprised and annoyed

Harry winks and laugh at him before wandering away again. Nick shaked his head.

"He's so irritating..."

I smiled. At the end of the day I hugged Nick, I was going to miss him. I was about to walk back home when I search for Harry with my eyes. I find him looking at me with his bright eyes. He must been crying and I gave him a shy smile, he looked down and looked at me again. He smiled and entered to his bus. I sighted and let a few tears run out my eyes. I smiled again reminding of all the memories I had in the school, and of course he was in all of them, even if it were bad or good memories, he was there. I smiled thinking of my first love ever, he was my first love, even if he doesn't really knows me. Even if we were not able to have a chance together, he will always be stuck here. In my heart.

Those ocean eyes...

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#harry greene #harry greene x reader #harry greene imaginas #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #netflix #fanfic #one shot #imagine #lgbtq

[fangirleaconmigo]

I’m struggling tonight, friends.

Tw: death, suicide, loss of friend, homophobia

Last night a friend of mine posted a tiktok saying she was “out”, blowing the camera a kiss.

I did not understand until today that this was her suicide “note” and that she was dead, until her mother and brother posted on Facebook today.

I’m so heartbroken. She was such a kind person. She had severe chronic pain, so she was too disabled to work, and on her “good” (just meant she could move around) pain days she’d organize in the community to serve and feed the unhoused. She had regular sandwich days where we’d make food and drive around giving it to people. She organized the businesses to put these flyers up with logos so people who were homeless knew they could go on and get coffee and food.

She didn’t do these things for her resume or to get into school or something. She was already well past college and could not work. She just did it because she cared about people and she thought someone should do it.

She was so divise in town. So many people LOATHED her because she was “encouraging” homeless people to come to our town. People literally want you to arrest poor people on sight. And people harassed her all the time for it. But she fought for what she believed in. She’d go to city hall and city council meetings to fight for housing to be built and for the cops to stop hassling people.

I live in a small right wing mostly evangelical town where almost 70% of them voted for trump. So let me tell you that people either loved her (like I did) or LOATHED her.

Then to top it all off, she was lesbian. An extremely tall, butch lesbian. So when people couldn’t get her to stop helping homeless folks they’d be vile and homophobic. And I know it hurt her so badly. She just wanted for people to see that she was a good person, not the degenerate they would accuse her of being. She loved people and she just wanted them to like her too, or at least to dislike her for fair reasons.

When I first met her about ten years ago, I advised her to be careful with the people in town she was calling her friends. She was new to town, but I grew up here and am queer myself and knew all too well. I told her that these people were homophobic.

She was SO CONVINCED that she could just love the bigotry out of them. That she could just be caring and funny and be a good person and that would change them.

I watched her become slowly disillusioned when she realized that was not how it worked. People would smile to her face but turn on her fast.

We had a float in the Christmas parade for our volunteer group and her wife chose the theme of Up (the sweet Disney movie) and so we invited the scouts to ride the float with us in keeping with the theme of the movie.

So this local asshole woman posted on Facebook that my friend was trying to recruit kids to the gay agenda and warned everyone to avoid her and not go to the parade. She implied she was gonna molest these kids and make them all gay???

I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys all this. I guess I’m just angry. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that kindness isn’t valued in this world. It’s not fair that people are shit and homophobic. It’s not fair that someone who was so fucking compassionate and empathetic and sensitive was dealt such a shit hand with her chronic pain.

I guess I just want people to know about her.

And I’m so broken hearted and for some reason I want to go kick everyone’s ass who was ever mean to her and I don’t know how that would help. She got sick of this town and moved away. She moved somewhere better.

But she still had so much pain. Her chronic pain was not helped by successive operations and hope was in short supply. Plus, she had been through so much trauma emotionally. She was raised a Mormon and had spent many self loathing years in the closet after the trauma of being raised to believe she was an abomination. (I’m not sharing anything private by saying that, she did a few interviews and essays on the subject, so it’s public record)

And now she’s gone. And now I hurt all over and I can’t stop crying.

Why is it the people who feel everything have to suffer the most, while the assholes of the world who bully gay people and who treat homeless people like crap sleep like logs at night. Why are good people taught to hate themselves because of their gender presentation and sexuality. Why is so much shame and pain heaped on people for being fucking born. And all in the name of god.

I’m just so angry. I’m just so sad.

I try to keep it light on social media as much as possible but my heart is just broken right now. I’m watching her goodbye video as well as the “it gets better” video she did years ago before the illness and I’m just aching.

Anyway. Here is me and my friend at the Christmas parade. We still had a great time in spite of the fucking haters. I organized a cheering section for her and it was loud as hell when we walked by.

I loved her. She was lovable. And I wish she was still here. But I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore.

#remembering mari #tw: loss #tw: suicide #suicide #real life post #homophobia

[thedragonholder]

Mortal Kombat scream au part-1

(kakkō belongs to @angelbroad and Lisa belong to @laismoura-art @mikka-minns , how's this?)

(Also the characters that are portraying the main are:

Sidney preskot: li mei.

Detective Dewey: Jerrod

Gale weather: sindel)

(A/N:sorry if I am late with this since October has been a working month here with exams and stuff so I made this mk au series)

The sky was filled with darkness at night the neighborhood of edenia was quiet with a few lights on.

A person was in the kitchen they turned the gas stove on and put a pan with a packet of popcorn on the stove they made their way to the living room and turned on the television "let's see what's on tonight." The person said to themselves. They had black hair in twin braids in the back with pale skin and black eyes they wore an orange hoodie with black shorts and white socks.

Their thoughts got interrupted as the landline rang and they sighed and went to the phone they picked it up and said "hello?"

"Hello is Sabrina there?" A man's gentle voice asked on the phone "who is this?" They asked "i am charlie I am from your moms friend group" Charlie asked.

"I am kakkō her son I'll tell her you called Charlie" Kakkō said on the phone putting a strand of their black hair behind their ear "wait don't hang up your Sabrina's son right your mom talks about you in the group" Charlie said on the phone "you are in my mom's friend group?- hold that thought, my mom is in a group?" Kakkō asked "yes we are in a wine group together" Charlie said to kakkō "a wine group huh.." Kakkō said to themselves as they took out their smart phone and texted their friend.

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Sassymovienerd: hey rai-rai guess what.

Thunderthighs: what? And can you change my username for the elder gods sake.

Sassymovienerd: no also do you know a guy named Charlie he says he's from my mom's group probably her boyfriend.

Thunderthighs: probably.

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"Yes you know your mom talks about you a lot kakkō she says your the son she never had" Charlie said on the phone kakkō had a tense look on their face they stayed silent "I am non-binary actually but thank you for the compliment" Kakkō said on the phone.

"Oh my I apologize I didn't-" "It's okay my mom was a homophobic bitch to accept me anyway" Kakkō said they moved to the popcorn as it was done getting ready "but your mom always talked about your interest in movies at the group" Charlie said kakkō raised their eye brow in surprise as they turned off the stove "really?" Kakkō asked "yes she said you love horror movies, tell me kakkō what is your favorite scary movie?" Charlie asked kakkō.

"Friday the thirteenth part-4 it's one of my favorites" Kakkō said on the phone "really well, have you ever heard of stab?" Charlie asked "I watched it when I was a kid so I only remember some parts" Kakkō said "do you remember what the movie is about?" Charlie asked "no" Kakkō said on the phone.

"It's starts with a person all alone in the house when they get a call from the killer that makes them play a little game." Charlie said kakkō put the popcorn in the bowl when suddenly the man took a deep breath "would you like to play a little game, kakkō?" Charlie's voice turned rough and cold sending shivers down their spine kakkō hung up the house phone and texted raiden.

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Kakkō: raiden you have to come over now I am scared! This person is playing a prank on me from the stab movie saying their a killer!!

Raiden:...

Kakkō: raiden? Raiden!?

Raiden: this isn't Raiden..

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The house phone rang as kakkō stared at the house phone and back at their own.

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Kakkō: Raiden this isn't funny

Raiden: pick up the phone you fucking slut!! Or do I have to stab your boyfriends guts to make you!!

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Kakkō picked up the house phone with panic on their face "this isn't funny Raiden" Kakkō said on the phone "I told you this isn't Raiden" The killers voice rang through the phone kakkō was in shock suddenly their phone beeped and they opened it to see a video.

Kakkō played the video to see the window door opened as Raiden was in his room studying. Raiden had tan skin and black eyes with black hair in a small ponytail he was currently studying hard as his eyes had eye bags under his eyes.

"Poor Raiden, studying his ass off for an exam that he won't be able to pass" The killer said kakkō scoffed "he's the smartest in the class of course Raiden will pass unless-" "He won't be able to pass because he won't be able to make it in time" The killer interrupted kakkō's eye's widen as realisation hit him "do not kill him please, I'll play your little game just please don't hurt my boyfriend!" Kakkō begged on the phone tears coming out of their eyes "alright movie trivia, best out of three you answer all three right he lives, one wrong he dies" The killer said on the phone.

"Let me give you a warm up question. Who is the main character that was introduced in the first main franchise?" The killer asked on the phone "um, it was li mei!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct now, who is the writer of the stab franchise?" The killer asked kakkō thought for a moment before they answered "I know this one, it is sindel khan you ass hole!!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct, now who killed the ghost face in Stab-3?" The killer asked kakkō got out their phone and quickly typed in the search bar they smiled and answered "it was Jerrod he shot the ghost face shao khan in the fucking head!!" Kakkō answered.

"Great now last question-" "Wait didn't I answer three questions already!" Kakkō said on the phone with a confused look on their face "the first question was a warm up round besides anyone who has watched the stab movies would have gotta it right" The killer said on the phone "shit" Kakkō mumbled "now last question who is the original ghost face in the stab movies?" The killer asked kakkō who thought for a moment before having a smile on their face "wait I know this one it's hades! , li mei's best friend and boyfriend, I got you ass hole!! I got it right!" Kakkō said happily on the phone "I am sorry kakkō but that's just not correct" The killer said on the phone kakkō smile disappeared as confusion was written all over their face "but-" "It was hades and his best friend shinnok that were ghost faces in the original film, looks like poor Raiden isn't going to see the sun rise tomorrow and it will be your fault" The killer said.

kakkō hung up the phone and grabbed his wooden baseball bat "I have to go save Raiden" Kakkō mumbled they went to the front door and opened it to see a tall person wearing a black cloak with a ghost face mask on them the person waved with a knife in their hand kakkō quickly slammed the door shut in panic.

The house phone rang again kakkō made their way to phone their palms shaking but they still had their baseball bat with them "hello?" Kakkō said picking up the phone "hello kakkō" The killer voice said on the phone "you didn't hurt Raiden right.." Kakkō said "your boyfriend wouldn't be much of a concern after I take care of you" The killer said "well the door is locked ass hole" Kakkō said "it wouldn't have been a lot easier for me to get you if I haven't already snuck into your house" The killer said on the phone.

Kakkō swiftly turned around seeing Ghost face who stood behind them taking his knife out from his sleeve kakkō swung their bat trying to hit him in his torso but ghost face stabbed them in their good shoulder making kakkō drop their bat.

Kakkō groaned holding their shoulder in pain as they turned around and tried to run but Ghost face grabbed Kakkō's twin braids pulling them hard kakkō screamed in pain and ghost face slammed kakkō on the floor ghost face took their knife and stabbed kakkō on the torso as they tried to crawl suddenly police sirens were heard from outside "you think I wouldn't call the police, I am not an idiot" Kakkō said.

Ghost face then stabbed kakkō on their leg multiple times going up to his torso as kakkō groaned in pain screaming for help ghost face then turned kakkō on his back and the last thing kakkō saw before blacking out was ghost face raising his knife to slash their neck.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #hatsune ryujin #tomas vrbada #hanzo hasashi #bi han #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #sareena #kakkō #harumi x lisa liang #lisa liang #scorpion harumi

[sixty-silver-wishes]

Yo, your art is sick! It's fucked up in the best kind of way! Also I remember that era of projecting onto Alma, I was very much the same when I first saw Encanto. But here's the thing. She gave birth three times over, watched her home be ravaged and burned to the ground by bandits, had to walk in the middle of the jungle after giving birth three times away from the only place she's known whilst carrying said three babies, only to have the love of her life slaughtered in front of her because he thought it a good idea to sacrifice himself AND BECAME THE LEADER OF A TOWN AND DEAL WITH A MAGICAL FUCKING HOUSE ALL IN THE SPAN OF 24 HOURS ALL WHILST MAINTAINING THE IMAGE THAT SHE HAS HER SHIT TOGETHER AND KNOWS WHAT TO DO. Alma may not be my favourite character and yes, she doesn't get it right, but she is far from being the villain.

thank you!

I got jumpscared for a hot minute because I thought you were talking about alma mahler (whom I have posted about in the past) before I realized you were talking about the encanto character lmao

but I agree! one of the reasons why it’s one of my favorite disney movies is because it explores family issues in such a dynamic and nuanced way, and while her actions were damaging to the family, they ultimately came from a place of love for them and for her community. the fact that the movie acknowledged this while also addressing how she hurt her family, even with good intentions, was something I really appreciated, and I’m sure a lot of other people did as well.

I was mainly laughing at how, back when the fandom was in its peak, people blew her character WAY out of proportion to how it was written in the movie- for instance, a common hc I often saw was that she forced bruno out or disowned him, while in the movie, he left on his own. while the rest of the town ostracized him for his predictions, his family readily accepted him back, suggesting that they were more hurt by the fact that he left the family without any explanation than by anything he may have predicted. (and from alma’s perspective, if she viewed the family’s duty was to serve the town, it must have been even more hurtful to her if he just left without saying why.) so, both characters are pretty nuanced and complicated, but I saw a lot of fandom hcs and posts that characterized alma as everything from physically abusive to homophobic (with regard to the popular headcanons that bruno, mirabel, and isabela were lgbt). when like, as you said, she’s a deeply flawed person, but she never was as bad as a lot of people made her out to be.

I think what happened there was, as “encanto” is a story about, among other things, familial trauma, people wanted to explore their own familial trauma with these characters because they related to them. it’s a big cast of characters who are all related, so obviously you’re going to find one you connect with (and personally, I saw a lot of myself in mirabel, which is part of why I like the movie so much). or maybe, as fandom does, people just wanted to come up with stories, headcanons, and character dynamics with this big cast of characters they liked. and because a lot of people viewed alma as the source of the family’s trauma (which she sort of was), she became an avatar for all the traumatic things people wanted to explore through those stories, such as abuse or bigotry, even if she may not have displayed those concepts in canon.

overall, at the end of the day, I don’t think there’s anything right or wrong with people interpreting media the way they do; that’s what media is for, and if someone casting alma madrigal as a terrible person helps them work out their own issues, that’s great; she’s a fictional character, so there’s no harm done to anyone. I just think it’s sort of funny how a whole fandom saw this one fictional old lady and collectively decided she was the Worst.

#also tbf. I’m the exact same way with mrs olsen and she’s not even a canon character in ‘caligari’ #I just decided jane didn’t have enough issues going on already lmaoo #but at the end of the day. fiction is perfectly fine to do whatever you want with #even if it strays from canon

[mattybstqrn]

⁰⁰⁷ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞?

"𝓔𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝓔𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊"

(irl)

⚠short chapter, I'M SORRY😭⚠

Mason watched as Sofia and Nick passionately yelled at each other as the two talked about how they felt about people being homophobic, racist people, and how they thought love should be. He had never seen the girl speak so passionately about something.

He honestly found it attractive, but he wasn't going to say anything. yet.

Everyone else was in their own world, he was too, a world of Sofia. She had his undivided attention, and she wasn't even talking to him. He stared at the girl practically mesmerized by the sound of her voice.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, I COMPLETELY AGREE, PEOPLE ARE FUCKING INSANE!" Sofia yelled, shocking Mason, Brooke, and Khai, in all of the years that they had been friends they had never heard her yell like that.

The three turned to her before turning to each other and choosing to ignore it, Sofia and Nick continued their conversation occasionally yelling. 

Brooklyn was in La La land, still shocked at the fact that she was currently sitting in her celebrity crushes house, she was fangirling over every little thing. Sometimes she forgot the boy were actual, normal people, kind of like herself. 

Khai and Nate however were playing Fortnite with Matt, who hadn't planned in minute since he's been busy hanging out with family and friends while also making time for filming. 

Meanwhile Chris was also watching Sofia and Nick scream and yell, he found it intriguing on how passionate the two were about these subjects, he knew Nick was, but he didn't know Sofia was and he found it pretty funny that the two were yelling.

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A little while later the group sat scattered around the living room as they watched Mamma Mia, chosen by Nick and Brooke of course. Brooke sat near Chris, but Khai and Nate sat in between the two so Brooke didn't literally pass out from being so close to him, while Nick and Matt sat on the other side of that couch and Sofia sat on the couch next to Chris and Mason, she was laying her head on his shoulder as he watched the movie unlike everyone else, who were just moving from topic to topic about random things until Matt spoke, "I'm hungry, you guys want pizza?" 

Everyone nodded in agreement as Matt went to his room to go order the food, but also so he could have some peace and quiet after all the yelling. After he ordered the food, he sat there taking couple minutes to himself.

Sofia abruptly sat up on the couch excusing herself to use the bathroom, she made her way down the hall and went to the bathroom, directions from Nick, she quickly used the bathroom, as she was walking out of the bathroom, she accidentally ran into Matt who was coming out of his room, "I'm sorry," he apologized, "It's fine," 

"So... did you order the food?" Sofia cursed at herself for asking such a stupid question, he obviously did, she just wanted to make conversation and she didn't know what to say to the boy, "Yeah," he awkwardly nodded, he also didn't know what to say.

"So... how's, I don't know, life?" she asked breaking the awkward silence between the two as they stood in the hallway, "It's good, and now I'm back home, so it's better," he answered, "That's good," she softly smiled at the boy who awkwardly smiled back.

"What about you?" 

"Um, it's been better," she wasn't lying it had gotten somewhat better since her mom passed, but it still wasn't great, "How've you been since...?" he asked trailing off, he didn't know if he should've asked that, but he was hoping the girl was okay.

"Since...?" she questioned raising her eyebrows, "Nate told me what happened with your mom and your dad, and I was just wondering if you were okay," he replied, "Oh yeah, I've been... fine," she was so going to kill Nathan later.

She didn't mind people knowing but he could have at least told her that they knew, she didn't want to be the 'depressed girl without a mom,' she wanted to be the normal girl with crazy friends.

"I know we only just met, but if you ever want to talk about it or anything to someone new instead of the same people, you can talk to me, or Nick, or Chris," he offered, "Thanks Matt," she smiled, he returned the smile before the two walked back to the living room as Nick and Brooke were talking (screaming) about random things while, the other four boys did the same.

"Well there all busy, but I'm gonna go pick up the pizza, you wanna come?" he offered, "Uh sure," she shrugged, the two started putting their shoes on as the six on the couch didn't even realize that they were leaving, "We'll be right back!" Matt told the boys and girl, "Yeah whatever," Nick said shooing the boy away as he continued his conversation with Brooke.

Matt rolled his eyes as Sofia softly chuckled at the two.

Mason looked at the girl as she left with Matt, he was wondering when the two had become friends, she told him they hadn't talked at all, since the three-four-Ish days they've known each other, but he was happy that she was making friends outside of their friend group.

Audrina Speaks!

SOFIA AND MATT FINALLY HAD A CONVERSATION, WTF?

This chapter is a filler tbh 😭 I HATE IT

I didn't know what to write but there will be more parts to this one and they might actually be good and interesting 😭

pls comment and vote! I love you all so much!

#jenna ortega #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #ariana greenblatt #nate doe #madi filipowicz #louis partridge #malachi barton #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[fleshdyke]

too autism to watch a new show right now please tell me things about ghosts show. I will take whatever you tell me as the truth my life is in your hands. xo

this girl and her husband inherit this huge old mansion full of ghosts and none of them want her to be there so there’s only one who can touch anything (penis and balls out forever btw) so he pushes her out of a window and she dies for a minute but the paramedics revive her and she can suddenly see ghosts. theyre all really annoying about everything. the captain is autistic and a faggot also and pat has like one of my favourite character designs ever like there’s not even anything super special about him i just really like his design and character. he got shot through the neck with an arrow by an 8 year old when he was doing archery as like a boy scouts activity and then drove a bus into a tree and died. he’s also got a weird thing about food in that he watches alison eating very intently but i don’t blame him i would do the same thing bc he hasn’t been able to eat anything since the 70s. also the guy that pushed her out of a window (penis and balls out forever) is a tory like can you imagine getting to live in a house with ghosts and talk to and see them and one of them is literally a tory. he also died while cheating on his wife it was pretty funny. mary is our bisexual icon without a doubt she also got burned at the stake. there’s a bunch of people in the basement that died of the plague and they’re all really funny. fanny is homophobic bc her husband cheated on her with 2 men and then killed her. i also really love robin bc he was like the first one to die but for some reason never got sucked off so he’s just been hanging around the house for thousands and thousands of years but he’s not dumb or anything. he got struck by lightning and is scared of bears and likes to fuck with the lights. kitty is autism adhd for sure and also a dyke no further questions. thomas is annoying as fuck but im kind of obsessed with him. also there’s some noble that got his head cut off by decorative swords in the house so the body is always just wandering around and his head is just on the floor somewhere most of the time. he also ends up on the roof a weird amount and gets used as a ball for games bc none of them can touch anything. theres also a ghost pigeon for like 2 episodes. i’m like 90% sure robin is the only one that knows about 9/11

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