#And decided to make me think that said fave would just be annoyed

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy

I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.

And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)

Omg you're so sweet for this 😭 Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance 🤧

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

Plus a little Rosie X Reader

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul

Description: ☝️⬆️

You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??

Alastor, that's who, you dummy

To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash

Bullshit bullshit bullshit

He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him

If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet

Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?

So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident

He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him

Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup

"How is it~?"

"Delightful."

He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets

You're so clumsy

You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-

No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks

You're no fun

The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back

You don't even make the punishments fun for him

He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe

Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it

Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles

By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature

After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened

And then you two laugh about Vox

And then you two laugh about how your opponent died

Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks

There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime

Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else

Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences

But this is so much worse

They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet

You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse

The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down

"Alright! Hold it!"

Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop

But the owner is so sleazy!!!

No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs

She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way

Wtf is wrong with you two

She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be

She finds it adorable

You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path

Oh and sweet Rosie is there too

Holding the leashes for you two

You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals

Or at the very least, friends 🧡

Maybe you've earned your soul back

Nah, keep it

This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[princesssmars]

Hiiii! If you don’t mind could you please do a Sam carpenter x fem/gn!reader, where the reader is just like completely overstimulated and someone from the friend group does something that just makes the reader like get super upset and makes them walk away and sam is kinda confused and goes to asks the reader and comforts them and stuff? If not then that’s okay!

trust me

a sam carpenter x reader

wc : 1533

cw : fluff. angst. reader is stressed. conflict caused by mindy but its justified so don't think i don't love her! italic bit thats readers thoughts. ethan slander fuck that little worm. (f/t) means fave takeout!

an : couldnt think of a title nahh 💀but thank you for the request im happy to do it! i hope you like this even if it might be a bit rushed bc i wanna help add to the sam tag since im obsessed with her rn.

when you first moved to new york city it was a whirlwind. new people, new things to see, great food. granted when you got off of your first subway ride a rat tried to fight you over the grinder you had in your hand, but you still loved it.

but of course, everything didn't stay sunshine and rainbows for long. the big apple was expensive, and finding a job that fit your schedule and was able to pay your side of the rent was tough. but you managed. kind of.

your roommate and close friend convinced you to see a therapist she had heard about from a friend, and you decided it couldn't hurt to try. the guy was helpful if a bit annoying, but it was worth it when you saw her coming out of her session. now NYC was filled with a plethora of hot people, but you swear when she made eye contact with you and gave you a polite smile you felt your brain melting.

you saw her a few more times before you introduced yourself. she seemed wary but told you about herself as well, telling you her name was sam and that she had moved to new york not long ago as well with her sister for college. she seemed nervous, but you were a stranger so you chalked it off as anxiety.

you asked her for her number and did a small mental celebration when she said yes, deciding to text her the next afternoon to not seem too desperate.

luckily your efforts paid off! she was a bit distant the first few times you talked, but after inviting her out for lunch at some new restaurant in brooklyn she warmed up to you quickly, even enough to introduce you to her sister and her friends.

it was only after a few weeks of knowing her that you found out what happened in woodsboro. you had an inkling that something bad had happened, the way sam was hesitant with phsyical affection, the caution they all took when locking their doors and carrying mace and tasers with them to get groceries. when sam had let you in to what happened with ghostface - her ex - and how he had almost killed all of them. you had let her know it didn't make tou think of her any differently, that you still cared about her and her past wouldn't change that. that moment had led to the first kiss between the two of you.

and you had meant what you said to sam, that you would stick beside her no matter what. but it still took a toll on you, that danger was following you and the people you had grown to care about no magter what.

the one thing you didn't expect was for them to expect the danger could be you.

it was supposed to be a normal friday night at sam's apartment, spent talking to each other and her friends and maybe watching a movie with some takeout after her appointment. nice and simple.

the door opens and you turn to see if it's sam, smiling when tara, chad, mindy and anika walked through the door. chad's roommate. ethan, wasn't with them this time and you let out a small sigh of relief. he seemed nerdy enough

"hey guys, everything alright?" you asked the group, noticing the down and wary looks on their faces. tara mumbled something before quickly walking into her room, chad hot on her heels. anika rested on the couch next to yours with a sigh, mindy sitting next to her and farther away from you. a bit odd, but you chalked it up to all of them being tired from school.

"something happened over at fordham. some girl from blackmore was found almost butchered in an alley." anika wrings hers hands together, a nervous habit she told you she picked up as a kid.

"jesus christ, do they have any clue who might have done it?" you ask.

"oh please, how many freaks do you you think like to nearly carve out peoples chest?" mindy scoffed, busying herself with something on her phone.

"you don't think it's ghostface, do you?" your voice was wavering against your will. after sam had told you what happened you did some digging into the masked killer, and its safe to say you were on edge until it eventually showed its face again.

she shrugged. "we all knew they were gonna find us again eventually. nows just a matter of determining who it is." she looked at you, and you felt the strain behind your eyes at how far they widened.

"i hope you're not saying what i think you're saying..."

"dont take it too personally, y/n. she accused me and ethan too." anika waved your worries off, and even though her normally peaceful personality would calm anyone down, it wasn't really working right now.

"i'm just saying, you're also new to the friend group, coincidentally moved here a while before us and had the same therapist as sam? and then started dating her? it's suspicious." mindy lists off the reasons she suspects you, and with each item you feel your chest tighten.

is this really what they think of me? a threat? does sam think of me like this? does she not trust me? does she not love me?

you don't register the sound of mindy's voice or the sound of the front door opening before you hurry from the couch to the bedroom near the back of the apartment - sam's room.

you sit on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, trying to calm the racing negative thoughts in your head. it feels like hours when its probably been a few minutes of you failing to calm yourself down when the door opens slowly and a weight sits down on the bed next to you.

"is it ok if i touch you?" sam ask from next to you, making sure to keep a good distance so as not to overwhelm you. when you nod and whisper out a yes she moves to sit behind your body, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to fall back and rest on her chest.

"do you wanna tell me what's going on? it's alright if you dont, i'll still be right here."

her soft tone makes you squint your eyes hard, scared that she's trying to get you to let your guard down. but there's a little voice in your head that trusts her more than anything. that desperately wants to let her in. so you do.

"it's just...mindy was talking about ghostface and she was questioning me. i know that you've all been through so much but...if they can't, if you don't trust me then i don't know what i would do."

sam doesn't interrupt while you speak, fully paying attention to your words as you let her know what's bothering you. you're just about to walk back your statement because of her silence when she softly turns your body to sit sideways in her lap, bringing her hand up to cup your face and turn it so you can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"hey, i want you to listen to me, ok? you know mindy. she's just looking out for us, she didn't mean to antagonize you im sure of it. if anything i'm pretty sure if ghostface comes back she's more likely to suspect ethan right away, the kid weirds her out," she says, unable to help herself from smiling when you giggle at her words.

"but more importantly you know me. you know i'd never have anyone around me, my sister or our friends if i didn't trust them, yeah? i trust you and i love you, more than anything."

you cant help but tear up and smile at her words. sam wasn't one for frequent words of affection, so you knew when she said something she meant it. she lets out a small grunt when you throw yourself into a hug in her arms, tackling the both of you onto the bed in a heap of giggles. you spend the next few minutes laughing and sharing small i love you's and sweet kisses.

after you've both calmed down sam asks if you're ready to head into the living room, squeezing your hand when you give a strained little nod. walking together back to the living room, your face lights up at the smell of your favorite takeout, rushing to the couch to see everyone munching down on some food.

mindy turns her head around to see you and purses her lips awkwardly. "uh, i was hungry so i ordered some (f/t). there's enough for the both of you."

"she's trying to apologize for calling you ghostface." tara butts in while taking another bite of her food, ignoring when mindy slaps her on the leg.

"aww, it's alright cheeks. i understand." you tease the brunette with the silly nickname you gave her a few weeks ago, reaching over to squish her cheeks together like a kid. she sticks her tounge out at you but doesn't move to stop you, figuring she'll let you have this.

"yeah yeah whatever, sit down and eat your food."

you sit on sams' lap on the squished couch, ignoring the kissing noises and fake gagging sounds of your friends. in this moment, nothing anyone says can get to you.

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i believe in the lost art of ending the fic with a cheesy bit. happy pride gaybos.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #scream x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter fluff

[somewhereincairparavel]

could u do something about thalia never showing up for jason? in the end of tlh he was hoping she’d show up for the counselors meeting and she didn’t so maybe a series of him making plans with her/trying to get in touch with her and just being disappointed every time… not thalia hate i love u thalia she just is too busy for him (while doing it during the months between tlh and son could be cool i think in between boo and toa would be more angsty bc u know he’s going through a breakup!!! he’s all alone in this random private school he isn’t familiar with the mortal world and he just wants his sister but she isn’t there!!!)

Two times Jason Grace wrote Thalia a letter, and the one time he didn't send it.

author's note: Ah this is so angsty and perfecttt :( The Grace siblings deserved more…they're my faves fr.. anyway, I hope I did justice to your request anon! Thank you for requesting, it made my day! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I just finished my exams and I'm back to having more time for writing :) you guys can send me more angsty jason prompts like this one if you want to, I'll write them with the best of my capabilities, I'm quite new to heavy angst like this so I was surprised when I was able to finish this within an hour. Jason Grace does this to me.

TW: severe angst. I mean it, very severe, character death, mentions of sacrifice, no happy ending. I went all out, I'm sorry. I was just way too into this.

Jason traced his finger over the glossy photo frame in his hands, which encrusted a picture of his older sister, Thalia. He had requested Leo to help him with the framing, the edges were made with a mahogany coating. He smiled at the lovely picture of his sister, her hair being held together by her silver huntress circlet, wearing her punk rock clothes. 

Over the course of the summer, He had finally gotten the chance to take a good picture of Thalia for a family keepsake, he had held on to the tattered, torn picture of Thalia that annabeth had given to him before his first quest, and he still treasured it greatly. But he insisted that Thalia and him take at least one good picture before she disappeared with her maidens into the world, for months. 

“And then Leo said-” Jason was cut off by thalia’s fellow maiden Phoebe, rushing towards them, yelling for thalia. 

“Lady Thalia, lady Artemis is heavily in need of your assistance immediately!” Phoebe said panting. Thalia frowned and her eyes apologetically turned back to Jason. “I'll be there” she told her fellow huntress, before giving Jason a strangling hug. “I'm so sorry Jason, we'll talk later yeah?” Jason swallowed his disappointment after he saw how truly apologetic Thalia looked. “Of course, stay safe for me?” Thalia smiled sweetly and nodded at that before trudging up the path.

That was the last time he had seen of Thalia in months, and there was only one way to settle this. Jason decided to send in letters to his sister, that way, she could read it and keep them with her, and he could tell her everything without getting interrupted by anyone. He soon learnt to cherish this hobby alot. He loved his sister, and writing to her gave him a warm sense of comfort. He needed that, especially after Leo's death.

“Dear Thalia,

How have you been sis? I hope your mission with Phoebe to help Artemis went well! It's been pretty tough lately. My nightmares are plagued with pictures of mom. I know you of all people would understand how horrific that feels. I miss Leo, and piper's been acting a little strange around me lately.. but Leo's disappearance is taking a toll on her. So I get it. Nico is finally staying in camp half blood, isn't that great?? That boy deserved a break for once. Anyways, write back if you can, but if you can't, that's fine, I know you're busy.

–love, your annoying little brother.

Weeks, and months flew by, but still no response from Thalia. But he knew better than to take it seriously. Jason knew that she had gotten the letter, and that was enough for him. Well, that was enough, until things went downhill for him very quickly. Piper had approached him in the school corridor and thought it was a great day to end their year long relationship, shattering Jason's soul to pieces, this, coupled with the immense amount of pressure he had to build the minor god shrines, Jason felt numb, and he did what he usually did. He poured his heart out to Thalia in another letter, seeking comfort in his ink and paper. Longing for thalia’s presence once more.

“Dear Thalia,

it's me again, I hope you're doing good, atleast better than I am. I've been feeling terrible lately, Piper ended things with me, i guess we finally know why she was acting the way she did around me, huh? She said our relationship was only hera’s illusion and didn't feel that way about me anymore, which sucks, since I'm still very much in love with her. The pressure has increased tenfolds on me these days, the minor gods are heavily anticipating the promise I told them I'd keep. I'm planning on moving schools so i don't have to deal with the heartbreak of seeing Piper in school anymore. Anyways, I just wanted to write to you since it makes me feel better. Sending you lots of love from California.

— love, Your annoying little brother 

Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. 

Jason knew. The moment the sibyl told him about looking for the third emperor. Jason knew, that his doomsday was going to knock on his doorstep very soon. He was going to sacrifice himself for Piper. And nobody was changing his mind. Jason stared out his dormitory window, the outside mortal world looked a little too cheery for the melancholic thoughts that were chasing his mind. He averted his gaze to the person in the picture frame hanging at his wall. Thalia had always been too busy for him. They had never had a proper full conversation together, one on one conversations getting disrupted, iris messages wearing out within a few minutes, even his letters never got a reply, or even a single acknowledgement. 

Yet jason knew, that Thalia Grace was the only one who loved him more than anything in the world. She didn't have to spend time with him for him to know that. He knew by the way she had only left their childhood home after Jason was deemed “dead”, he knew by the way she had picked a two year old jason up  after he injured his mouth with that stapler,he knew by the way she played hide and seek when they were little, he knew by the way she had told no one about him, not even annabeth, since he was a memory that she held close to her heart. So subconsciously, his hands wrapped around the pen he always used to write with. With shaky hands, and teary eyes slowly dripping in the paper, he began to write.

Thalia was resting on the rocks, thinking of how Jason was doing, she had recieved all his letters and read them through atleast 2 times. She wanted to respond, but it kept slipping her mind. Something had always come up, but now, she was finally free. Just as she was about to pick up her pen, she heard her name being called.

“Thalia!”

It was Reyna. She was holding an envelope, Thalia’s spirits skyrocketed at the thought of her brother sending her another letter. But.. why was it being sent through Reyna..? It was usually always sent by Jason's wind manipulation. Those letters would float towards her. That's how she always knew it was from her brother.

She was expecting Reyna to tease about Jason's cheesy letters to his sister, but what she wasn't expecting, was for Reyna to start sobbing on the spot, breaking out the news that her younger brother was dead. 

Jason. Her little stapler eating brother. Was dead.

“This was found by Meg in Jason's desk.” Reyna shakily handed Thalia the envelope. It was a blue envelope, the usual colour that Jason always sent to her. And on top of it, was his smudy handwriting that Thalia could recognise from a mile away. The letter was signed “To Thalia Grace”.

Thalia opened it carefully but tears were leaking out of her eyes.

“Dear Thalia,

there's something that I've been keeping for a while now, but I know it's finally the time to tell you this. I met the sibyl in the labryinth who had told me that my life would be cut short. if went looking for the third emperor, Caligula, either me or Piper would be killed. There's no point denying the inevitable is going to happen. Prophecy's can never be thwarted, after all. I've made my choice, I'm not letting Piper die. I've decided that I am going to use myself as a sacrifice. I'm writing you this, to let you know, that, I love you. I love you so much sis, I hope you know that. I know we've never got to see eachother much, but I don't want you blaming yourself in any way for this. I hope you know that, writing to you, even without a response from your side all these months, has helped my life feel a lot more meaningful. the mere thought of you taking the time to read my letters makes me feel so loved. So happy. Now that I know that I might be meeting my end, I'm letting you know, that I've cherished every single thing you've ever said to me. Including the fact that you hate tomatoes on your sandwiches. Take care of yourself, sis, I'm always with you.

  — love, for the last time, your annoying little brother :)

Thalia clutched the letter with her heart, screaming in agony. Thunder boomed angrily overhead, almost as if her father could feel her rage. Her heart strings were tearing apart. She sobbed, as she looked up at the blue sky, the same blue as Jason's darling eyes.

“I love you too. My annoying little brother, always”

#This was the angstiest thing I've ever written. I apologise in advance. #I'm not even kidding #The anon who requested. Thank you giving me this opportunity. Tears were leaking in my phone screen as I wrote this #jason grace #thalia grace #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo hoo #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #pjo headcanon #pjo toa #toa #pjo fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #percy pjo #heroes of olympus

[ok-boomerang]

if those two don't kill each other, Sokka might lend a hand

a zutara drabble

HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO MY DEAREST @hneyteacup. I wrote a birthday drabble inspired by one of your faves, SPUFFY. I however have never seen Buffy and in fact I just found out the fate of Spuffy approximately 30 seconds ago lol, BUT STILL, this drabble is inspired by them, for you 💕 HBD!!!! ILY!

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The others might buy Zuko’s little transformation, but not Katara.

She knows exactly how sympathetic he can make his sorry life seem, all in the pursuit of Fire Nation supremacy.

So that’s why she’s been interrogating Zuko in his room for the past 15 minutes. She’s made him promise he won’t fire bend at her, and she did not feel a tinge of regret when he frowned and said he would never, sounding almost hurt.

Even so, Katara stands at the ready in front of him, hands sheathed in water just in case Zuko decides to break her rule.

“So you’re telling me you saw the soldiers that were following us back in Fire Fountain City. And yet you can’t describe them?” she asks, voice dripping with disdain.

Zuko groans and rolls his eyes, almost as if this was nothing more than an annoying hassle for him rather than the serious interrogation it was. He waits a beat, staring angrily at the floor, before he lifts his head to meet her eyes.

“Well, they were human,” he says, voice annoyingly sweet. “Two legs. Two arms.”

Katara scowls.

“They were wearing helmets,” Zuko says in exasperation. “Am I supposed to be able to recognize soldiers by the way they walk?”

“Maybe!”

At this point, Sokka enters with a steaming cup of tea. He takes one look between the two—the scowl on the prince’s face and the murderous intent on Katara’s, and mutters, “Not sure you know what you’re doing, sis.”

At this, Katara transfers her glare to her brother, though he only rolls his eyes too.

Katara huffs and takes the tea that Sokka brought, silently dismissing him. Sokka sends what seems to be an apologetic look (traitor!) to Zuko before wordlessly exiting.

“It’s about time,” says Zuko when Katara hands him the mug of tea. “Hope he got it warm enough, since you’re forbidding me from bending.”

Katara ignores him. “How did you even get here?” she snaps, hoping that asking this question for the umpteenth time will expose how he’d been following them for weeks (which was likely!) or how he’d kidnapped some of their friends to get their location (even more likely!).

“I told you; I stole a war balloon and followed you from Caldera.” He takes a sip of his tea and sighs. “I’m done. Let me talk to Aang.”

“Not yet! I’m not done!”

Zuko purses his lips but doesn’t argue any longer.

“How did you break into the North Pole?” Katara finally asks.

Really? Zuko’s expression seems to ask.

For some reason, he smirks at her. “Hmm, I’m not sure.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m trying to remember,” he says, putting down his tea to make a show of tapping his chin. “It was very traumatic.”

“How long are you going to pull this crap?”

“How long are you going to keep me prisoner in my own room?”

Katara sniffs. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me something worthwhile.” Until he proves to her that allowing him to stay here will have some sort of benefit.

“Fine,” Zuko says, lying back and stretching out on his bed. One arm holds his head up as he watches Katara over his nose. “We can stay here all day and all night, with you—what did you call it?—interrogating me.” He smirks again, the crooked expression on his face downright infuriating.

Katara abruptly changes tactics, crossing her arms and stepping toward him, the water falling from her hands in large splashes that she ignores. “You know what, I don’t think you want me to leave you alone,” she says slowly, her lip curling in satisfaction. “I’m the only one who will talk to you, anyway.”

Zuko’s smirk falls, and Katara feels a little flame of triumph in her chest roar to life.

“Right, I don’t want you to leave me alone,” he parrots, the bite back in his voice. “I definitely want to be constantly reminded how much you hate me.”

Katara does not feel another twinge of regret. She does not push anything away.

Instead, she falls to her knees with a mocking gasp.

“Does his highness require better accommodations?” she says, her voice warbling. “Better amenities?”

“Katara—” Zuko says, unamused.

“An innocent victim to burn, perhaps?”

“Katara, please—” Zuko says, voice more serious. But she keeps going.

“Do you require a maiden before you cooperate?” she taunts, crawling toward him and exposing her neck. “What about me? Will I do?”

At this point, Zuko is exhaling smoke, but he’s not bending. She wonders how far she can goad him. She crawls closer until she’s at the edge of his bed and mockingly reaching toward him.

“Please, your highness, what must we do to please you?!” she all but shrieks, vaguely feeling like she would make a great actress as Zuko slowly shakes his head, as if to say What did I do to deserve this?

Well, she can think of a lot of things!

Just when she thinks of naming all those things to Zuko, she suddenly hears the swish of a cloak behind her and the sound of wood hitting the ground. Her and Zuko both turn toward the noise, to see Aang, a confused smile on his face, his ears a little pink, and his glider in his hand.

“Um—Katara—I think I’ll talk to Zuko now,” says Aang slowly, eying her strangely. She’s about to ask what’s up with him before she realizes her arms are sprawled beseechingly toward Zuko, her body half on his bed and half on the ground.

“Right, yes!” she says, getting up daintily and wiping her tunic with her hands as if what she’d been doing was perfectly normal. “I’ll just be—”

Inexplicably, she looks back to Zuko, who is also watching her, bemused.

“Bye!” she squeaks to the room with a hurried wave.

She’s talking to Aang, of course. Not Zuko.

Definitely not Zuko.

#zutara #zuko x katara #zutara fanfiction #drabble #bday drabble #for ej #many thanks to susiesundrop for helping me with the Spuffy Dynamic (tm)

[bartxnhood]

you don’t go to parties | c.h

calum hood x reader

summary: you’re sick of being a celebrity’s girlfriend. sick of the parties, all of it. it was bullshit.

warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. swearing. heavy use of ‘bullshit’

a/n: yup, your fave is back with her brand, angst ! as much as i love to write soft cal i just had to write this. i’m not too entirely proud of this work, but i decided to post anyways. i feel like my writing skills are going down the drain. if you have any tips please let me know. also, i’ll confess, this was inspired by the nancy and steve fight from stranger things but with a twist. i hope you guys enjoy !!! feedback is appreciated.

requests open

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you were suffocating in the sea of people the music was loud, people pushed against you while getting to their friends. you finally backed into a corner with a beer in your hand. somewhere in the crowd, your boyfriend was dancing with his buddies. leaving you alone, yet again. it had been like this every week. this was becoming an annoying routine.

you hated parties. hated them.

but, you attended them for your boyfriend that is the only reason you kept going. but eventually, you stopped. they were annoying, the people there were fake, and you hated being drunk. you always said the worst things under the influence. but, you’d go for calum. he enjoyed having you around, and you enjoyed his presence too, of course, but the partying was getting out of hand.

he wasn’t your calum anymore, every week he would drag you out to another party to get hammered and listen to music too loud. it wasn’t you. you hated every minute of it. but, you’d smile through the night just for him.

you felt like you were drowning, every night you’d be out. it was hard to stay above the water. your mental health was declining, rapidly. but no one knew. it was becoming a habit, calum would leave you sometime during the night and you’d sit in a booth on your phone for the rest of the night.

eventually, you would just leave. which then leads to not going to parties at all.

you and calum were slowly becoming different people. he was out every other night, you were at home wondering what went so wrong? this continued for over a month. you were getting tired. you missed him.

one night, calum was out, per usual, you saw pictures of him going around on twitter. he was dancing with a girl you didn’t recognize, and you didn’t know everyone in los angeles. at first, you didn’t think anything of it, until later that night. the press spotted them leaving the party together with a headline of “calum hood seen leaving l.a club with a mystery girl. what happened to y/n l/n?”

then another night, they were spotted leaving the club again. the media took hold of their sightings and proceeded to make post after post. you scrolled on twitter seeing the headlines and comments the press made. the mystery girl turned out to be someone named miya. in the photos released you saw how she touched him, trying to make advances on him. it made your stomach churn.

‘i never thought calum would be one to pull something like this’

‘i can’t believe he would do this to y/n. i’m so disappointed’

‘i don’t blame him, tbh. miya is so much prettier than that pig’

‘disgusting’

‘y/n deserves it’

you felt burning in your eyes, holding back your sobs as you shut your phone and sinking into the bed. bringing the comforter close to your chin. your chest burned with anger, balling the blankets in your fists silently sobbing.

you didn’t know how long you laid there, but eventually you fell asleep. tears staining your cheeks and eyes puffy. it wasn’t long before calum finally returned home. his loud rustling coming from downstairs woke you.

“we didn’t do anything, you know.” he said, abruptly. “i didn’t say anything” you replied, staring at the wall. “you’re thinking it.” he rebutted. “how do you know?” “because i know you, y/n. you’re worrying. i don’t have to see you to know” you sighed, turning on your right side, now facing him. “calum” he looked down at you, noticing your puffy eyes. “you’re different.” he tilted his head. “what happened tonight was something i never thought would happen. and it’s killing me, cal. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” you sighed. “it wasn’t like that. i just got her an uber, she was wasted. that’s all. i promise.” he answered.

“do you think you could please take a break from the parties? i miss you, i miss the old you. the one who would have movie dates with me and eat my terrible cookies.” he laughed at the end of your sentence. and maybe you were right, he should spend more time with you. even if it meant he would miss going out, he’d do it for you. he loved you that much. “okay” he smiled, “i’ll stop. we’ll go back to the old us.”

and you did, but it only lasted two weeks maybe. calum enjoyed his time spent with you cuddled on the couch with duke watching awful movies or cheesy rom-coms. it finally felt like old times, being by his side. you felt like things were going back to normal. but it didn’t last very long.

as it neared halloween, calum was informed of a halloween party ashton was throwing. “hey, y/n” he walked up behind you, standing in the kitchen. “ash just texted me, he’s throwing a party for halloween” you almost cut him off but he beat you to it. “before you deny, it is a small party. only close friends. plus, we can pull out the chucky and tiffany costumes?” you stared at him, not believing he was pulling this on you. “if i go, do i have to go to another party again?” you raised your eyebrow, followed by crossing your arms. “no, i’ll never ask you again. just one more time. then were done. i promise”

“will she be there?”

“who?”

“don’t play dumb cal”

“no, ashton only invited close friends.”

“fine, but this is the last time, cal. i mean it.”

the two of you arrived, hand in hand. everyone was dressed up with either their friends or partners. soon enough you spotted the rest of the guys and the girls. immediately, sierra spotted you. “y/n!” she grinned, almost jogging to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. “you look amazing!” you grinned, looking at her outfit, matching luke. angel and devil. “are you kidding, y/n?! look at you! that corset is doing you justice.” she giggled, which then caused your giggling fit. “why thank you.” you accepted her compliment.

“how hard was it for you to get calum to dress as chucky?” she asked, walking over to grab drinks with you. “honestly? this was his idea” you laughed, ordering your choice of drink. “and honestly, i kinda dig it.” “well, i think you both look incredible.”

the rest of the night was followed by your unusual drinking. it was shot after shot, not letting go of your cup once. you were in the living room which everyone was using as a makeshift dance floor with sierra, deciding if you were gonna act like everything was okay, you’d put up an act. you’d do what he wanted.

calum was barely tipsy the entire night, he kept his eye on you, knowing how you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks. he watched as you almost drank yourself to death. and eventually, he had to intervene.

“y/n, i think you’ve had enough.” he tried reaching your cup. “nooo” you shook your head, trying to refill your drink. “you..said have fun” he shook his head. “yes, but not to be blackout drunk.” he began pulling on the cup. “stop!” you pulled back, he let go causing the drink to spill all over your outfit. you let the now empty cup fall to the ground, taking a look at him. his eyes wide, realizing what had just happened “y/n..i..” before he finished you stormed off to the bathroom.

“it’s not coming out, babe” he closed the door behind him, watching as you tried desperately to wipe the liquid out of your dress. “it’s coming” you slurred, messily rubbing the rag. he sighed, reaching for your arm. “come one, let me take you home.” you continued the motion, staring at the large stain. “no.” you answered, sharply. “y/n, come on. let me take you home” his voice was soft, not wanting to make you upset.

“you wanted this!” your protested, throwing the rag back into the sink, slurring your words. “no, i didn’t. not this” he started, keeping his gaze on you. “i told you to stop drinking, y/n/n.” you shook your head. “bullshit!” you began to raise your voice. “it’s not bullshit.” his hand now on your back, keeping you from falling over. “bullshit.” you turned back to him, meeting his eyes. “no, it isn’t bullshit, y/n.”

“no, you!” you demanded, and he let go of you immediately. he stared, puzzled only blinking, not knowing how to handle this. how to handle you under such pressure. “you’re. bullshit.”

“what?” his voice barely audible. “what do you mean?” calum stammered. “you’re..pretending like everything is fine. like we’re okay. like miya isn’t ruining us. or..or” calum stares at you, his heart aching. had you felt like this all along? he had hoped this was only the alcohol talking. “like we’re great. like…like we’re in love” you continued, “because we’re partying. yeah, let’s party” you drawled, barely getting the syllables out.

“it’s..it’s bullshit!”

“like..like we’re in love?” he repeated. with a few words, his world had fallen apart. he brought his hand to your face, wiping the hair from your face. “y/n?” “it’s. bull. shit.” you insisted. he shook his head. calum didn’t want to believe the words spilling from your mouth. no, not now. he saw the tears welling in your red eyes, he would do anything to take away your pain. he wanted to fix it. you had kept him grounded for so long, you helped him find his ways. calum was so infatuated with you.

you hadn’t said anything, only staring at him while tears fell. calum felt defeated, he sighed taking a step back then reached for the door. “okay.” he muttered, leaving you alone in the bathroom and slamming the door.

calum sat on the sofa, his body aching, head pounding, and heart aching. he recalled your words from the previous night, he considered leaving the party altogether but he didn’t. he brought you home because he loves you.

it was beginning to rain, the atmosphere was heavy. he felt suffocated, replaying the moments from the party. he wanted to convince himself it was all a bad dream, that you didn’t say any of those words. it was just a really bad dream. he yawned, rubbing his temples hoping the tylenol would kick in already.

“calum?” you groaned, standing behind the sofa and rubbing your tired eyes. like him, your body hurt and the pounding in your head didn’t seem to cease. “hey” he muttered back, not looking in your direction.

you tried recalling the night before, he wasn’t acting right. did you say something to him that made him upset? you couldn’t remember anything past you dancing with sierra. “did something happen last night?” his face was still nose-deep in his phone, trying his best to drown you out. “you tell me” he glanced up to look at you then back at his phone. your heart sank, what did you say to him? “what do you mean? i don’t remember anything. i just remember dancing with sierra..a spilled drink and that’s it.” you replied, falling on the loveseat, across from him. “apparently we’re bullshit” he started, before dropping his phone in his lap. his eyes now meeting with yours.

“i’m bullshit, we’re bullshit, and we were pretending we were in love” he deadpanned. you blinked, not having any recollection of this conversation. “i was drunk, cal. i don’t remember any of that. i don’t think i meant it.” you argued. “right, then tell me.” he demanded.

you blinked, what was he talking about? “what?” calum laughed dryly. “tell me you love me.”

you fell silent, fidgeting with your fingers. you did love him, of course, you did. but lately? you had been questioning it. within the past two months, he was someone different. you knew it wasn’t his fault, you wanted to love him but he wasn’t your calum. this was a debate that had been going on in your mind every day.

calum watched your expression fall, the silence made him anxious. similar to a feeling of being on a rollercoaster. he was anticipating your answer, but maybe he already knew the answer. calum knew after the rumors of him and miya surfaced. yet, he still made himself believe everything was okay because he loves you. to calum you were his sun in the darkest days, you were the one thing to keep him going. and maybe he was being selfish by making you do things you made very clear you didn’t want to do.

“i..” you started, averting your eyes, looking at the wall behind him. “i don’t know,” you said, followed by a long pause. you saw his face soften, realization hit him like a rock. his eyes fell looking at his hands holding his phone. “you’ve changed, calum. and not in a good way. you’re unrecognizable. i’m stuck in this house all the time, only to go out for work or to get groceries. meanwhile your out getting blackout drunk with your friends!”

“you’re the one who chooses to stay home.” you chuckled, “i know because every time we went out i’d end up alone anyways. i was uncomfortable and you didn’t care.” your lip trembled, and your eyes burned to try to keep your tears at bay. “so, yes, blame me, but you’re the one who threw this relationship out a lot of time ago, calum.”

he was picking at his nails now, his chest burning as his eyes began to gloss over. he was never one to show his emotions like this, let alone be so vulnerable around someone. “so what does this mean for us?” he finally looked up, eyes fixating on you. you paused, chewing on the inside of your cheek. what was the next step? “i guess..” you began, “we should find ourselves. i don’t think i can continue living like this.”

it was the blunt truth, calum knew this. he wasn’t dumb. he saw through your facade, he knew you were hurting. “okay.” he nodded, wiping his eyes before any tears could make their appearance. standing up from the sofa, he took a deep breath. “i’ll get my things.” you watched as he exited the room.

#calum x reader #calum hood x reader #calum hood angst #calum hood fluff #calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagine #calum hood 5sos #calum hood fanfic #calum hood #calum 5sos #5sos angst #5sos imagine #5sos fan fiction #5sos x reader #5sos fanfic #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer x reader #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 second of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer #5sos smut

[int-writersmind]

I Hate Christmas, Peter Parker {Part 2}

Peter Parker x f!Reader

It’s simple: You don’t see what the big fuss is all about surrounding Christmas, but Peter Parker thinks that this is unacceptable and puts you through step two of a multiple step list to make you fall in love with the holiday. 

{Read Part 1}

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Not well edited will fix soon; Another Christmas song suggestion, a personal fave

That stupid little elf that greeted you as you left your apartment every morning was a reminder that Peter’s little list was far from being over. That stupid little elf, with it’s stupid little plastic face, creepy smile and knowing eyes.

“It’s an elf on the shelf, kids love them!” Peter said when he placed it on the way out of your apartment after the two of you spent way too many hours decorating your place. You hated to admit it, but you actually had fun. But the elf on the shelf was not the cherry on top that Peter was so keen on it being.

“You’re telling me that children actually enjoy the idea of some vile creature constantly watching them?” you responded.

Anyway, you were dreading whatever was next, it was the second week of December and there wasn’t any movement from Peter’s end. Granted he was pretty busy with his second life, dealing with a group of baddies that decided that this time of year was the perfect time for a group project of evil–Peter’s words, not yours. 

You were admittedly gutted, Christmas was far from being your favorite holiday, but at least it gave Peter an excuse to annoy you more than often, and more Peter was always better. But you knew and understood everything that came with Peter’s other job.

It was late now, soft snow was falling from the night sky. Anywhere else that would be magically and beautiful, the very definition of a White Christmas. But all you could imagine was the aftermath that came when it snowed in the city. Train delays, black ice, yellow snow, and that god awful gray snow that somehow, not matter how careful you were, your foot always found itself in. It wasn’t Christmas fault of course, annoying snow could come at any time over the winter (and sometimes Spring) season, but the damn thing was always linked to the holiday.

You were loss in your work, trying to catch up on some documents before the holidays caused everyone to not check their emails until the new year. You were snuggled up in some pajamas pants that once had a matching top and a raglan t-shirt from the men’s section. As you are sip from your hot chocolate, you don’t even notice the subtle tapping coming from your window. Alone on your couch, you just chuck up the sound to some apartment ambience. It isn’t until the tapping become more preseinset that you notice it.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” You say to Peter as you open the window, reaching for a hoodie as the brisk winter air rushes in. Peter just sits on your windowsill, pulling his Spider-Man mask off. Your little apartment was tucked in a strange corner of the city, one where most of your windows were facing a wall, some Peter never really feared that someone was watching the two of you.

“Good thing I wasn’t bleeding out.” Peter just swings his legs in, not fully coming into the apartment.

“Not this time at least” You respond, “So what’s up? Can you stay?” You gesture to the Spider-Man costume. 

“Oh yeah, the city’s quiet tonight,” He glimpses at the city behind him before returning this attention back to you. “I was actually here because of…the list”

You roll your eyes. “Really, and what could possibly be on the list that involves Spider-Man?”

“The Tree.”

You try to stifle a groan, he was talking about the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, the one Christmas tree that all sane native born New Yorkers knew to avoid like the plague around this time. Yes, yes, it was very pretty with its gigantic size, thousands of lights, and of course that enormous Swarovski star on the top. The tree was nice to view on TV during the tree lighting ceremony and through other people’s social media, but actually being there, in the thick of it, was terrible. The crowds, the cold, the totally unoriginal photo ideas. “Peter–”

“Now listen here Debbie Downer,” You make a face at Peter, who puts his hands up in surrender. “If we go now I bet you it will be a fun time.”

The two of you just stare at one another, “Fine, I’ll get my coat.”

About fifteen minutes later, Peter has the two of you swinging through the snow and cold, both whipping past your face and ears, causing a slight stinging sensation. The damn coat, hat and scarf did nothing to cut down on the weather’s feeling. 

Since the two of you started dating and some time after Peter told you the truth of him being Spider-Man, you had your fair share of swinging through the city moments. It didn’t mean that you were used to the feeling of constantly falling through the sky to only be pulled forward. Oh c’mon this is slow Peter once said.

Thankfully the journey wasn’t as long as Peter quickly lands the two of you on a rooftop across the street from the Tree. “See, not too bad?” Peter says.

“Sure, sure, sure, sure.” You answer back, sitting at the edge of the building, feet dangling over the side, it takes Peter a few moments before he sits next to you.

Now without a mask and spotting a brown bag, Peter sits next to you, nudging his shoulder into yours, you can’t help but smile as you pull out a Christmas tree shaped donut out the bag.

As you bite into the somehow still warm pastry, glancing at the tree and all it sparking glory before looking at Peter. “Two Christmas trees on the list Parker?”

“Well, this wasn’t originally the plan ok,” Peter scoffs as he bites into a Santa shaped donut. “It was going to be a whole day, with ice skating, tree viewing–”

“I’m just joking,”You lightly punch him on the arm, taking another bite from the donut. “I actually quite like this, just the two of us, here, looking at the tree. You get to like, actually enjoy looking at it without getting in any one’s way. “

“That’s true, just the two of us up here…how many people can say they saw the tree like this?”

“Well, probably everyone that lives in this building?” You both laugh as the two of you finish the donuts. You lean over and kiss Peter, savoring the sweetness from his lips. You can’t help but lick your lips staring at him as you do so. “Just so you know, I really appreciate this.”

“I know,” Peter’s eyes glance downwards towards your lips. “Does this mean you're starting to love Christmas now?”

“Hell no, but I can think of a few ideas that might change my mind.” You lean in, hands resting on his chest, pecking at his lips again.

“Not yet,” He moves just slightly away from you, “But I promise the next one will be worth it.”

Before the two of you kiss again, the lights on the tree go off, you stare a little loss at one another. “Peter?”

“No Spidey-Sense, nothing’s wrong.”

You pull out your phone and check the time—midnight “Guess it's much later than I thought it was.”

“God, same, I’m so tired.” Peter lets his head fall on your chest, you hold him in your arms.

“Come back to my place Spider-boy,” You gently run your fingers through his hair. “You’re freezing and I have a hot chocolate with your name on it. “

“Sounds good to me,” Peter looks up. “But only if we can watch a Christmas movie.”

“Of course.” You say with just a hint sarcasm

~

Sorry for the late upload and the short length just not in the right head space right now, but I'll live. try to get something up on Wed but no promises in case I forget. But stay with me pls!

Anyway, to lighten things up, what Christmas movie do you think Peter would pick?

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x you #christmas fic #christmas fanfic #spider man fluff #spider-man fluff #spider-man fic #spiderman fic #spider man fic #spiderman fluff #christmas spider-man

[grey-gazania]

I'm sorry someone bombarded you with bitchy comments 😭. While my To Read list is lengthy and continually lengthier (actually I think something of yours with her is on it), I'd like to hear more about Ianneth-Fingon-Maedhros if you want to talk about them.

@polutrope

It wasn't really upsetting, just annoying and honestly a little bit funny. This guy left comments on all six chapters of By Love or at Least Free Will, every time I updated the story, just objecting to the entire premise of the story and ranting about how Elves have incorruptible pure souls and are immune to lust. I was sorely tempted to respond with this quote from "Laws & Customs Among the Eldar":

Even when in after days, as the histories reveal, many of the Eldar in Middle-earth became corrupted, and their hearts darkened by the shadow that lies upon Arda, seldom is any tale told of deeds of lust among them.

'Seldom' is not the same thing as 'never', and furthermore, I don't think lust is even a major theme of my story. It's more about conflicting obligations and unruly hearts.

In the end I deleted the comments without responding, because I have a personal policy of not engaging with people who are acting in bad faith. But I have to assume that this guy has no actual hobbies if he spends his time hate-reading entire stories instead of just...closing the window and moving on with his life. Maybe take up crochet, bro? Or volunteer at a soup kitchen? Watch a TV show that you like? Grow some tomatoes? Do something that will be more fulfilling than typing long screeds on AO3. I promise it will make you a happier person.

Anyway. On to the actual topic of your ask! As you've probably noticed, I am very fond of Russingon. However, I am also very fond of Fingon as Gil-galad's father. At first I balanced these two ideas by keeping my Russingon ideas and my Fingon-father-of-Gil-galad ideas in two separate universes, but then I started really fleshing out Gil-galad's mother, and it made me think some thoughts. To repeat something I said to @cuarthol in a comment on AO3:

...half the genesis of Ianneth was seeing so many stories (in multiple fandoms, not just Tolkien) where the woman is written out of a canon or semi-canon couple to make room for a popular M/M ship instead, without the female character being treated with any respect. I decided that the female perspective on that situation would be a nice change of pace and interesting to write.

I'm not trying to point fingers -- I'll readily admit that I have my male faves just like the next gal and that it's fun to make them kiss -- but the wives and girlfriends don't get a lot of love in fandom, do they? And it doesn't help that the legendarium in general tends to be a bit of a sausage fest. So I decided that Fingon would have a wife and be in love with Maedhros. But instead of focusing just on the forbidden love, I was going to focus on the wife's feelings, too.

Ianneth ("bridge-woman") is one of the Northern Sindar, from the community that lives around Lake Mithrim. She's the daughter of Annael (yes, that Annael), whom I've imagined to be one of the more influential leaders among the Northern Sindar, and particularly among the Elves of Mithrim.

Her betrothal to Fingon starts as a political arrangement. Fingolfin loves Fingon dearly, of course, but he's also been hinting for a while now that Fingon really needs to settle down and start having kids so that there will be a strong line of heirs should Fingolfin die. After all, Argon's dead, and Turgon and Aredhel abruptly fucked off to god-knows-where some three hundred years ago and haven't been seen nor heard from since. Your dad needs some grandsons, Fingon, and this also seems like a ripe opportunity to strengthen the Noldor's alliance with the Northern Sindar.

I don't think political marriage is unknown among the Elves of Beleriand. (For one example in the text, see Celegorm trying to marry Luthien to force Doriath into an alliance.) And the quote I drew the title of the aforementioned Fingon/Ianneth story from, also found in "Laws and Customs Among the Eldar," is:

The Eldar wedded only once in life, and for love or at the least by free will upon either part.

Free will could easily mean, "Are we in love? No. But I'll still marry you, for the good of our peoples, and I'll bring some of Dad's soldiers along with me." That sort of thing happened all the time among real-world nobility, so I see no reason why it can't happen among Elven nobility in Beleriand, too.

At any rate, Fingolfin arranges for Fingon to meet the daughters of some of the more powerful leaders of the Northern Sindar, and he's hint-hint-hinting that Fingon really needs to pick one of them to be his wife. Fingon, having been in love with Maedhros since they were young in Valinor, is not exactly keen on this plan. But he goes along with it anyway because he is a dutiful son, he knows that his father is right about needing to strengthen the line of succession, and he also knows that revealing his (quite taboo!) relationship with Maedhros to his father would probably break Fingolfin's heart.

It takes Fingon a while to decide who to court, but he picks Ianneth because he likes her sense of humor; she has the guts to gently tease him at their first meeting, which he finds quite charming. He doesn't think he can love anyone besides Maedhros, but he does look at Ianneth and think, "This is a woman I could grow to care for and whose companionship I think could enjoy."

The trouble begins when, over the course of their courtship, Fingon starts falling in love with Ianneth without falling out of love with Maedhros. And he doesn't know what to do about this. He can't call off the marriage, and he doesn't want to break things off with Maedhros, so he decides to just...keep the whole thing with Maedhros a secret and marry Ianneth anyway. It's not a good decision, but really, are there any options here that won't end with someone getting hurt? I don't think so.

So we have Ianneth, blissfully ignorant of her husband's infidelity (for now); Fingon, in love with two people at once and feeling horribly guilty about it, but unwilling to pick one partner over the other; and Maedhros, resigned to the situation but still hurting because Fingon is no longer his alone.

Maedhros' feelings are complicated by the fact that, once he meets her, he finds that likes Ianneth. It would be easier, he thinks, if he could write her off as just a political necessity for Fingon, but it turns out that she's charming and intelligent and kind, and he can understand why Fingon loves her. His feelings soften further once Ereiniel is born, because Fingon is so happy being a father, and he loves Fingon, so how can he begrudge him that? There's a line from "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen that I always think of when I'm getting into Maedhros' head at this point:

And thanks for the trouble you took from [his] eyes. I thought it was there for good, so I never tried.

Things tick along about as smoothly as they can for thirteen years, until, in the aftermath of Fingolfin's death during the Dagor Bragollach, as Fingon prepares to send Ianneth and Ereiniel to the Falas for their safety, Ianneth learns his secret. This is understandably devastating for her, and leaves her wondering if Fingon ever really loved her as she loved him, or if his marriage to her was simply a politically expedient sham.

Add to that the fact that she leaves for the Falas less than ten hours after this revelation and spends most of that ten hours either crying or asleep, as she's too upset to really talk to Fingon about what she's discovered, and it leaves her with this horrible knowledge and all the worst thoughts that come from it gnawing at her nearly a full year until Fingon next comes to Eglarest -- time that she spends as the sole caregiver for her young daughter, among strangers in a foreign city, without her mother or her sister or any of her friends who might have theoretically been able to offer her some emotional support.

Theoretically is a key word there, though, because even if, say, her sister had come to Eglarest, Ianneth isn't sure she'd even be able to tell her. For one thing, she can't help feeling ashamed, because infidelity is very rare among Elves, and she can't help thinking that maybe she failed as a wife somehow, and if she'd done something different, Fingon wouldn't have strayed. Then there's the fact that he's the High King of the Noldor, and if this gets out it could cause a crisis in the Noldorin government and possibly tank the alliance between the House of Fingolfin and the Northern Sindar. Ianneth is a practical woman, and she's of the Northern Sindar -- the people who have been living practically on Morgoth's doorstep for centuries, with no Maia queen's magic girdle to protect them. Their alliance with the Noldor is vital, and she would never want to jeopardize it.

So Ianneth is just...completely alone with this pain. She has no one to turn to, no one who can comfort her. And that pain is central to her story, and a not insignificant part of Ereiniel's story, too.

#polutrope #turns out when you ask me about my ocs i turn into treebeard #ianneth #fingon's wife #fingon #maedhros #gil galad #woman king au #my ocs

[copingchaos]

U r so annoying reblogging all this shit just give me moonknight

for context, this anon is probably referring to my reposts of what's happening to palestinian people bc that's the only content on my blog currently. anyway, this means whoever u are, u have seen the posts about palestine and what do u decide to do? become pissed bc i'm spending my time on a real life humanitarian crisis instead of making moon knight memes...

idk who in the fandom decided to write this but it feels like a pretty accurate reflection of the actions of at least some of the big and active moon knight accounts here

Active disinvolvement

Which is pretty sad considering Steven Grant himself spoke up to voice his dissaproval of hypothetical child murder when he said:

"You're all into that? Killing kids? Because, I mean maybe that's just me, but I draw the line at child murder." 

This man was kidnapped and surrounded by a literal sect and even then he spoke up about a hypothetical situation that involved the harming of kids. And do you think Marc or Jake dissagreed with Steven on this?

Of course not, so how can you actively ignore a real life humanitarian crisis in which thousands upon thousands of Palestinian children have been murdered in not even 2 full months?

Not only does your fictional fave seem to have better morals. But do you genuinely not think these men who draw the line at hypothetical child murder would not be disgusted with you as a person for staying silent and actively ignoring real human suffering?

#sorry but get a grip #moon knight #musings #headcanon #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #mk #memes #edit #text post #current events #morals #humanitarian crisis #fandom #fandoms #moon knight fandom #marvel #mcu #disney #moonboys #the moonboys are pro palestine

[copperbadge]

How would you sort your fandom blorbos and/or OC’s as Pern Dragon colors?

Ahhh IDK, that was always the part I liked least about the worldbuilding, the hierarchy of the Weyrs. I'm not against it morally or anything, I don't think there's something inherently wrong about wanting to imagine your fave as a dragonrider and decide what kind they would Impress, I just find it uncomfortable.

Presumably the dragons somehow know which riders will make good leaders, which is why browns and bronzes Impress riders who move into leadership roles -- people find their level with the dragon's help. It's just that attached to that is the stigma of having a "lower rank" dragon and knowing what that says about you, not to mention there's no real room for advancement beyond a point based on your dragon's scale color.

And there don't seem to be any perks -- greens and blues don't have special powers, they're smaller, and I always got the sense that they weren't that bright compared to browns and bronzes. It would have made more sense to me if the smaller dragons were also smarter; if you're a natural leader, seems logical that you're strong-minded enough to manage a big dragon significantly dumber than the smaller ones, while a rider of a smaller dragon has to be smarter to keep up. Which also opens a door for more equitable advancement in leadership, depending on whether a weyr prefers a strong hand or a smart brain. Both have their advantages.

And then of course there's the weird gender stuff of a) the golds always being Impressed by a woman and b) alllllll other riders being male, although I know this started to shift in the later books. (I don't recall the quote clearly but I know McCaffrey also said some stuff about green riders being gay that implied heterosexuality is compulsory for a leadership role in a wing or a weyr, but that's not canonical to the books afaik.)

I was always much more interested in the Impression stories, the searches and hatchings, the training and such. Even the politics of the mating flights is interesting in terms of leadership changeover; it's kind of like choosing a military strategist based on which jockey wins a horse race, but there's space there for interesting exploration. But the Impression scenes were always my favorite.

(All of which is to say that if I was going to drop the Shivadhverse into Pern, Gregory would be a Lord Holder on the southern continent and really annoy Benden Weyr by courting and marrying E'de, Benden-born rider of the blue Taseth. Although what can you expect from the family that produced G'rald, the most shiftless bronze rider on Pern? He's always fucking off back to the southern continent anyway. Might as well give Shivadh Hold their own Weyr at that point, it'd get E'de out of everyone's hair and if G'rald becomes weyrleader at least he can't do too much harm down there.)

#dragonriders #shivadhverse

[deliciouspirateangel]

just finished binging the entirety of high school musical: the musical: the series in six days and now i'm going to ramble about it for longer than anyone would care to read. it's gonna be generally positive but definitely nini and olivia unfriendly so if you dont wanna read that... dont ♥️♥️

so i suggested to my sister a while ago that i wanted to watch the show bc the videos that youtube commentary channel "pretty much it" did for it were hysterical. and she had watched the first couple of eps by herself and was like "i dont think you'll like it. its not as funny as they make it seem". but we finally decided to start it anyway

(also i dont know the entire casts' real names so i'll mostly refer to them as their character names)

season 1:

that first season was kind of rough. especially the pilot. it got better over time but its definitely my least favorite season over all. im not even a fan of high school musical so it lacked the nostalgia enjoyment for me

and i definitely did not like nini and her main character syndrome. and sorry to say but i think olivia is the least talented cast member over all. pretty privilege is so real like she didnt deserve to be the break out star she was just the most marketable. kourtney and ashlyn's voices were so strong and stellar, and they might not've been Dancers but they could definitely move. and gina was the best dancer in the fucking world and while i do think her voice wasnt as good, she could obviously still sing. nini's best talent moments were when olivia was shining thru imo (that one taking it for gra-a-a-anted song comes to mind first) but i was not here for the acoustic numbers and honestly i dont think she was a great actress

so i definitely wasnt a fan of the whole nini ricky gina ej love square. i know its a tried and true teen show staple but goddamn it got tiring. i just never liked rini and i didnt like how nini treated him right from the start asklfjlds. she was also rude as hell to everyone else, especially gina, being all passive aggressive towards her. literally saying she wanted to kick gina in the face bc gina is a good dancer and she's intimidated?? but also all the talk in general about gina being intimidating or aggressive or a bad seed like ??? the microaggressions were off the charts

not to mention the fucking macroaggression of kourtney's entire s1 "character". i think hattie mcdaniel had a more nuanced role in gone with the wind. it was so fucking painful to watch. she didnt exist to be anything other than nini's personal soundboard, cheerleader, stylist, life coach, and whatever else she needed in the moment. thank god they gave her a real character by s2 bc kourtney was way too talented, too gorgeous, too charismatic to be forced into the role of nini's handmaid the whole time

i dont really have much to say about s1 cause i wasnt into it at the time lol. it was okay. all the actors did a good job, it was kind of funny, the only song that really stood out was miss jenn's fantasy sequence song with lucas. the actually high school musical show they put on was painful to watch but thats high school theater for you babyyy

season 2:

this was such an improvement from s1 and my favorite season over all. there were a handful of eps in the middle where i was constantly like "this is my fave ep" "ok this is my fave ep" "ok now THIS is my fave ep" it was a delight. i love beauty and the beast and was so happy for ashlyn getting belle, and everyone else was very well cast. although idk why seb was chip and not cogsworth?? my sister said it was bc disney didnt want to confirm that they were gay 💔💔

the music was obviously better bc we've got fucking alan menken on the track. all the numbers from the show were perfect. i wish ej had gotten to sing the gaston reprise bc he didnt get to reach his full gaston potential and i think we deserved that 💔

the debacle with the whole rose song was sooo annoying. nini deserved to be that fork. she dragged the whole show down like it was always so much better when she wasnt there aklfjlksd

the rivalry with the other school was lots of fun. i liked all the new characters. my favorite original song was miss jenn's number with derek hough

season 3:

this season was likeee a pleasant mid for me??? idk it was fine and fun but it didnt have anything in it that blew me away. i think this season was screaming for extra episodes more than any other, since we were missing a chunk of the cast. we deserved to cut back to salt lake every now and again and see what the non-camp-goers were up to

kourtney and gina as elsa and anna was a dream. not the biggest fan of frozen but they did a good job. everyone looked so cute in their costumes and kourtney's solo was amazinggg. the new characters were fun but i dont have strong feelings towards them lol. but i loved getting to explore kourtney's character and her struggles with anxiety, that was very real

them filming a documentary was funny bc have they not been filming one this whole time? my headcanon was that the to-the-camera interviews were all in their heads and everyone was practicing for when they became famous lol but then ricky ruined that in s4 by acknowledging them directly rip 💔

i liked after their show ended and they all got sharpies and wrote their names on the walls back stage. that was definitely a potent theater kid memory and got me a lil teary eyed

i liked ej taking on the role of director and copying miss jenn's hand holding and high pitched singing at the first read thru. i liked ej and gina together i thought they were cute. it was disappointing that the show wouldnt commit to them for even a minute and they always had to be teetering on the edge between being a couple and not. that was frustrating

and girl just get nini out of there already. olivia wanted nini to be there as much as i did. she was sooo over it by s3

umm favorite original song was corbin bluh's basketball song

season 4:

very very fun season again. loved the chaos of filming the movie at the school while school is happening. as if every movie set in a real school doesnt shoot in the summer. oh well. gotta have a season!

there was too much mack for me personally. i dont think he gave wanted they wanted to be given. i needed more dani tho. her actress was so good at bad acting. she couldve been a much bigger comedic presence also she looked like a cross between sofia carson and emma roberts but sometimes just looked like a latina emma roberts ??? is that just me??

and still the lack of seb and big red at the beginning like ?? did they specifically piss off the writers so they had to banish them for nearly half the show?

loved that the little girl from camp was there. she stole the show. and maddox and jet are fine alskfjsldk i just didnt form strong opinions on them but i do like them

ashlyn's "i need to give her mouth to mouth! AS A FRIEND!" was the funniest line of the entire show hands down

so happy they finally had a halloween episode! it was lots of fun and everyone looked so cute in their costumes uwu. but that guy from camp that was stalking carlos??? that was so bizarre and it never paid off likeee what was the reason

and gina's mom was pissing us off so bad. she was acting wild this season. like gina has to focus on her studies so no boys but she can work from sun up to sun down on a movie lmao. and her mom had the nerve to be like "well i never came to your shows bc that was just high school theater but THIS is a movie" like wooow. and i swear it felt like she was about to sell gina off to mack bc he was famous. and when she started with that "porters dont wait around" mess and ricky cleared her with a quickness with that whole "well i seem to remember gina waiting around for you on opening night" like damn

and omg when mack was over for dinner and ricky came over with chocolates but saw him thru the window. i was like ugh fuck its gonna be the stupid thing where he sees this and gets the wrong idea and its gonna be a stupid wedge between him and gina that doesnt need to be there bc no one can communicate BUT THEN gina sees him outside and runs to him and i think i screamed bc i was so relieved aslkjskl but their kiss was very cinematic and cute ♥️♥️

and omg on sunday night im sitting there trudging thru s1 like "yeah starting this might've been a mistake" and by friday im bawling my eyes out bc the story is ending 💔💔 sofia deserved the whole fucking egot and a golden globe too for that scene at the end. and i was SO invested in her acting career and like pleading with the show for her not to pass on it and stay at school but fucking genius that she is found a way to do both!!!

and i honestly didnt know what i wanted miss jenn to do like i was rooting for her both ways but of course she staaayed. and the show ended and it had the "skip credits" button and my sister was like "oh there's something after the credits?" and then i saw "for good" listed at the end of the songs and i screamed again. and was bawling again when everyone was singing that. who knew this silly little show would have such a death grip on me by the end???

so over all it was really very good and not a waste of time. i liked pretty much every character and it was just a lot of fun! would definitely watch it again

my over all season ranking would be two, four, three, and one is dead ass last

my favorite characters from the start were gina, miss jenn, carlos, ashlyn, and big red lowkey alskfjdskl. kourtney got up there in s2 and beyond. and i do really like ricky, ej, seb, they're my secondary faves. (kinda wish ricky had more to do bc aside from his parents, i feel like every single one of his issues had to do with a love triangle and i just wish the character was granted a little more texture) and the camp kids were good, they were fine, they're like third-iary faves. and the only ones i dislike are gina's mom and nini lol

and i wasnt like screaming over any ships but generally i liked them all except rini. ej and gina was cute, i liked ashlyn and maddox, i liked ashlyn and big red, carlos and seb probably were my faves if i had to pick, i liked kourtney with howie (wish we saw him again) and jet, and yes by the end i was rooting for rina they just won me over this season and were super cute and im glad they ended where they did ♥️

#hsmtmts #high school musical: the musical: the series #high school musical the musical the series #disney #disney channel #disney+ #angel watches #angel watches hsmtmts

[skwistokgetalongshirt]

For the OTP asks - dealer's choice, babe. Gimme one you really want to answer about your faves, together!

[Soft OTP or Self-Ship Asks] 24. Write about your ship cuddling.

Tonight was much too cold in Mordhaus…. Like, abnormally cold. It turned out some klokateers had been involved in an accident which caused most of the power to go out and it took out the heating system too. While normally the backup generators should get things back up and running again, some klokateers that were in charge of that ended up getting themselves hurt as well. It was going to be a very cold night tonight in Mordhaus… 

Skwisgaar was the one suffering the most from the coldness. He was bundled up under his fur blanket and had socks on but it didn’t seem enough. Then again, Skwisgaar normally didn’t bother wearing pajamas… Even in the cold he was laying there shirtless with just some pajama pants on. He was shivering so much underneath the blanket with his eyes closed but because he was shivering so much it was making it hard to relax and go to sleep.

“For fuck’s sake… When ams they going to fix this shit?” he pulled the blanket over his head hoping to get some more heat trapped inside of the blanket to make him feel more comfortable.

“I agrees.” A familiar voice in the darkness said.

“Huh?!” Skwisgaar was startled, he hadn’t heard anyone come into his room. He quickly went from being startled to annoyed - he knew that voice. “Ugh, great. Tokis…”

“Was walking by… Heard your teeths chatterings from outside.” Toki teased. “What kinds of Scandinavian are you? Shouldn’t be toos bad. Gets much colder back home.” 

“...Oh, shuts up. Gots used to the heaters. Don’t likes it beings too colds. Makes it harder to sleeps.” Skwisgaar turned over hoping Toki would just go away and leave him alone.

“Maybes it ams because you ams like a twigs Skwisgaar… That aint’s goings to keeps you warms at all.” Toki continued on. 

“Uuugh… Can yous just get outs if you ammnst goings to help me gets warm?” Skwisgaar was clearly peeved by this situation.

Instead of leaving the room however, Toki actually got closer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when Skwisgaar felt the weight shift on the bed he turned over to look only to see Toki sitting there.

“The door ams that way!” he pointed towards the exit of his room. 

“Just thinks it ams so funny you ams so cold…What kinds of Swede are yous?” Toki couldn’t help but continue to be tickled by Skwisgaar having such a hard time with the temperature change.

“Oh yeahs… Haha Tokis. Glads you cames in here to get a goods laugh… Cans you just leaves me alone now?” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes at Toki’s words. He wasn’t in the mood to bicker with Toki right now, especially not when he was so cold like this. There was no reason to waste his energy. 

“Just think its sillies…That’s all.” Toki seemed to shrug although he still didn’t budge. He remained sitting at the edge of Skwisgaar’s bed. 

Once again Skwisgaar turned over, hoping this time Toki would take the hint and leave, but instead he felt the weight of his bed shift once more. This time Toki decided to get into bed with Skwisgaar, getting under the covers, and wrapping his arms around him. 

“Whats the fuck?!” Skwisgaar was quick to react when Toki put his arms around him. 

“Body heats! Body heats helps keep you warms.” Toki said, now nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck. “Ams helping you warm up, you dildos!” 

“Euugh…” as much as Skwisgaar wanted to pull away and kick Toki out of his room he had to admit that the body heat from Toki felt so nice. He felt so much warmer already… Maybe he will finally be able to get some sleep. 

“Hmm… You smells nice, Skwisgaar. Likes… Hmm, not sures but it ams nice!” Toki was still nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck.

Skwisgaar sighed, but he figured he should keep the mean quips to himself right now if he wanted to continue to experience Toki’s warmth. “...Thanks.”

“Welcomes! This ams nice! If you wants we coulds cuddles more oftens… to keeps warm!” Toki exclaimed. 

“Uh, yeahs. To keep warms.” Skwisgaar had to emphasize it was solely to keep warm, there was no way he wanted to imply anything else even though the body contact wasn’t just warming his body, but maybe even his heart too. The thought alone was enough to make Skwisgaar want to throw up - there’s no way he’d ever admit it. Not to himself, and especially not to Toki. 

Skwisgaar’s body finally relaxed now, he wasn’t used to ‘hugging’ or ‘cuddling’ or any of those softer kinds of touches. He leaned back more against Toki seeking more of his warmth. Now his legs were tucked in more trying to get Toki to wrap his legs around him too. Toki seemed to get the hint and wrapped his legs around Skwisgaar to add even more warmth to him. 

Toki seemed to be humming happily to himself, he had been wanting to be close to Skwisgaar like this for a long time but he was worried if he talked too much Skwisgaar would kick him out so instead he just remained silent as they continued to embrace. 

Now that Skwisgaar was feeling warmer, he started to finally doze off until yet another voice was heard - how many people were going to just walk in without knocking?

“What in the homosexchual is going on here?!” of course it was Murderface. 

“Ams keepings Skwisgaar warms!” Toki was still clinging to Skwisgaar.

Now Skwisgaar was trying to push Toki away. “Onlys because I was freezings! You knows… The heaters was outs. So… Tokis came and… but it’s just to keeps warms! Like winters survival!” Skwisgaar was frantically trying to explain this situation. He couldn’t have Murderface tell Nathan and Pickles something different.

“....Whatever. Powers back on so I’m gonna ask Jean-Pierre to make us some food. Was gonna ask if you two wanted to join, but I schee you’re busy.” Murderface said with a smirk. 

Skwisgaar knew that look, he was definitely going to go and tell Nathan and Pickles about this. 

Toki decided a snack sounded good so he got up to go and join Murderface. 

“Eughh….” Skwisgaar groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. Why did the power have to go out? Why did Toki have to come check in on him? This would be added to the things that kept him up at night.

#my writing #mtl #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #FINALLY wrote something *throws confetti* #tysm for asking! <3

[suzukiblu]

sorry if this is weird (and i realize now that ive said that a lot…) but ive been sending anons in for a while and ive been thinking of making an ao3 to post fics that are kind of inspired by yours. unfortunately, i’m absolutely terrible at making usernames. do you have any suggestions for coming up with usernames? or just. suggestions for usernames. either. or neither. idk

Friend, you have not even scratched the surface of weird here, haha. Also fyi I would love to see any of those fics so please link me if you do in fact post them. ❤️

As for usernames, I'm gonna be honest, I inherited my main and best-known username by taking over my favorite cousin's old LiveJournal back in, like, literal high school and have just decided to stick with Brand Recognition(tm) in the twenty years or so since, hahaha. It is a horse's name. Literally, literally it belonged to a horse. I very rarely come up with new usernames, especially these days, but when I do I kinda tend to just pick random things I think sound good at the time? Like, whatever quote or lyric or interesting word pops to mind, I just take that and do some kind of combination/complementing thing with it.

Idk if they'll help/inspire you, but a few of the old usernames I've used over the years:

sunfreak

witch_knuckle / warlock_knuckle

scarlet_yvette

thescuttlebugg

scarlet_yvette was a reference to a semi-obscure X-Men/Generation X character who was one of my diehard faves as a teenager, but the rest I just came up with 'cause I liked how they sounded, pretty much. Actually I also liked how scarlet_yvette sounded, haha, I thought it flowed nicely. And thescuttlebugg was for a side account I mostly wrote Miraculous Ladybug fic on, so I figured a bug-related name that wasn't EXCLUSIVELY fandom-oriented would be good for that.

Honestly my best advice for making a username is don't go with anything too generic so you have a better chance of getting it on multiple sites, and don't go with anything too obviously tied down to a specific fandom, because if/when you migrate or wanna dabble in other ones it can be annoying, especially if you end up having a bad experience in the original fandom and getting soured on it. Basically names that aren't too heavily linked to someone else's work are my personal preference, so you can take or leave them as you please, but that's also just what works for me.

Hope any of that helped, hah. Feel free to message again if you still need a hand!

#rintalk #anonymous

[atopvisenyashill]

🇵🇸 🇵🇷🐢🏝️ i got tired of complaining constantly on my main blog (@thewingedwolf is me!) about how sansa and rhaenyra did nothing wrong and also i needed a way to organize my theories and stuff. yes i have read all the books. yes i have (unfortunately) seen the whole show. yes i have seen all of hotd as well. so here we go. my stances are this, so you have an idea what to expect:

i am a catelyn, sansa, brienne, elia, and rhaenyra stan FIRST and a person SECOND

i would die Gaemon Palehair, Lady Essie, and Sylvenna Sand, those are my canon OCs, and that’s why they’re my header.

Sansa and Bran are my favorites! I am a Sansa will be Queen in the North truther and a Bran will be the King in Harrenhal conspiracy theorist, It Is Heavily Foreshadowed In The Text and I stand on that!!

I'm well aware Rhaenyra has plenty of faults, I am simply saying that the greens (as in, the characters) do not like her because of her gender, and not for stuff she does that’s actually wrong, also, idc that she did all of that i simply think she’s neat.

Helaena really IS the one who did nothing wrong tho.

i am a Dark Daenerys believer. no, i don’t hate her - in fact, i really love her, although i do hate her show counterpart - I just think her arc is heading towards a dark path and being a villain protagonist is the more interesting route for her character.

House Martell will rise or I will piss in old man germ’s cornflakes.

I Will talk about the racism Dorne faces in the text and outside of it and neither your favorite house nor my favorite house is exempt from this. If you have a problem with that, keep it to yourself bc i do not care 🙏🏽

i multiship!! just bc i ship it doesn’t mean i think it’s gonna happen in the series, i just like the dynamic!!

i am in fact the annoying book jonsa truther they warned you about. i will Stay bitter about this. argue with the wall.

with that said, i also like theonsa, throbb, daemyra, laenyra, rhaewin, nedcat, braime, briensa, and a million other ones. faves listed here. several of them are dead dove-esque; what can i say, that's just george's style.

you decide whether it’s romantic or platonic when it’s an incest one, my opinion changes by the hour & im gonna fight grrm for making me think this much about incest.

i don’t like jonerys!!!!!! i'm sansan & sanrion ambivalent and i simply do not care about littlefucker like that. i would say i’ve thought positively about basically every other ship.

i’m in the middle of a reread, as of this moment (april 2024) i’ve kinda stalled on the beginning of a dance with dragons but i Have started a rewatch of the tv series as a form of torture.

i first read this series when i was 16 in like 2012-2013. i love to bitch about the takes i’ve seen. i sometimes reblog really old ass graphics bc they deserve new life even tho the creators are long since deactivated. i sometimes make graphics that look like they’re from 2014 bc we should bring that style back dammit i hate the typography movement going on rn.

big on tagging triggers so lmk (i’ll tag for all characters & major triggers but i’m fine with adding a specific one if asked and don't worry about it being a "weird" trigger - if sean bean's face or knives or wolves or whatever trigger you, i'm happy to tag for that!).

i have a tag page that is more organized than the slapdash nonsense on this post, feel free to check it out here.

i may sound angry but i promise i am genuinely just here for a laugh. i just have resting bitch voice and no feel for tone and use the word fuck too much. it’s fine and unserious.

#getting on my soap box #some of my more commonly used tags are- #gender politics in asoiaf #lyanna and the starklings #smallfolk rise up #jon lyannason first of his name #the ghost of elia martell #the curse of visenya the conqueror #ados speculation #twow speculation #true knights #knighthood and oath keeping #ashford tourney theory #alysanne of harrenhal au #dreamer aegon au #there is always a lighthouse. there's always a man. there's always a city.

[thestobingirlie]

It's kinda annoying when people act like Steve's relationships with the kids are completely made up and he is just close with Dustin. In Season 3 the kids have him sneak them into the movie theater and his response is basically "really, again" and Robin says "your children are here" but when Dustin returns he says "you got the job" establishing that Dustin had nothing to do with him letting the other kids in the movie theater. Hence Steve has to have been close enough to at least one of the other kids to make that happen (fanon decides which kids and how many). Max gives a letter to Steve and none of the other older kids. And the stuff with Erica in one of the comics. I get that they are mad that Steve is the one considered "the older sibling of the party" despite Jonathan and Nancy being older siblings to party members however Jonathan is pretty much only displayed as there for Will and later El, and Nancy is barely displayed as there for either of her siblings let alone the other kids. Steve is rarely not grouped with one of the kids since season 2 showed he worked well with them and hence has a ton of scenes with them. People like the idea of Max having a not shit older brother and the best fit for that is Steve. And they want Lucas to have support from people in the know as well, so people tend to just go with the older teen they seem to be closest to that's in the know. You can wish that Jonathan or Nancy or whoever else was portrayed as closer to party but you can't complain that people put Steve in that role in fanon instead of your fave when he is closest to it in canon.

yeah, it’s funny that so many people complain about fans replacing jonathan and nancy with steve when i really don’t think that happens. like, jonathan and nancy just aren’t really close with all the kids, jon has will and in s4 el, and that’s pretty much it! even when he shares plot lines with mike they don’t really talk. and nancy is so rarely in scenes with her siblings it’s honestly funny to me when people try to say that’s she’s a devoted older sister. like, in s1 and s4 she hugged mike, and i’m pretty sure that’s it lmao.

steve is the oldest teen that’s closest with the most kids! he just is. it’s not the fans inserting steve into the other teens roles, it is how he was written.

like you said, all the kids have been using him to get into the cinema, they’re close enough to blag him and then not take his threat seriously. max gets free ice cream from him and he knows enough about el to know she’s shouldn’t be there. max wrote him a goodbye letter, and only him out of the older teens, and dustin has literally proclaimed that he would die for him.

obviously with the other kids it’s a bit murkier, we have scenes of them as a group clearly relying on steve, trusting and looking up to him, but they don’t really have any individual scenes with him. so that’s obviously a bit more fanon, but even then, there’s a lot of evidence in the show of steve being close to all the kids.

but yeah, if you wanna write about nancy and jonathan being super close to all the kids, you can do that!! but you can’t get annoyed when steve is already in that role. because if the duffers wanted jonathan and nancy to be close to the kids, they would’ve written it that way. but it’s steve that’s consistently taking care of them.

#steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #stranger things #asks #anon

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Sorry to bring this thing up again, but I just can't get over that pointless comment about Brian, either. "He loves to hear himself talk." Oh, you mean he actually cares about things? That he's passionate? Come on. And I could be reading too much into it, but... We all know that Brian has been way more vocal about LGBTQ+ rights than this person's fave, for instance. Trying to make Brian's passionate "speech" out to be nothing more than conceit is not only incredibly disingenuous; it also comes across as dismissive in favor of other people associated with the band.

Are you trying to kill me, anon? Lmao

So, yes, I do think one of the reasons why people see Brian as full of himself in general is because he very easily gets lost in his head and rambles about what he’s passionate about, and people get very annoyed with people who are earnest and go on about their interests: look at the entirety of cringe culture. It’s making judgments against people’s character for being too passionate about the “wrong” subjects. Brian’s mom apparently described him to Anita as an absentminded professor, and yeah! That’s what he is, an intelligent ditz who doesn’t even realize when he’s been talking too much, and as someone with a very similar experience lol, I sympathize with that and think he’s misunderstood in that respect.

For the rest? I can’t say what’s going on in someone else’s head, but I do think the fandom as a whole does not take Brian’s statements on gay rights and HIV/AIDS advocacy seriously for two reasons: 1.) they think he’s arrogant ^ and apply bad faith to his personality trait of speaking at length and passionately about things he cares about. They don’t see his statements as earnest, but performative, because people are abnormal about him. 2.) People don’t like to admit that no one directly involved with the band has spoken more about lgbt rights and HIV/AIDS than Brian. This is not an opinion, it is a fact that if you compile a list of statements made by the band and their roadies and managers on what they have said about the lgbt community and HIV/AIDS, Brian’s section would be the longest on the list. I think people get uncomfortable with this because they wish their fave were as outspoken, but…that’s not Brian’s fault lol.

It’s not Brian’s fault he said he was proud of how Freddie dealt with his sexuality struggles in 1991 and disclosed his AIDS test to The Sun in 1992 while Ratty laughed about being openly homophobic to Freddie and his gay friends in 2011. It’s not Brian’s fault he said he knew Freddie struggled to find himself (but never undermined his sexuality) while Mack said he thought Freddie might go back to Mary one day. It’s not Brian’s fault he’s always used the word “gay” to describe Freddie’s sexuality and said Freddie didn’t mince his words while Phoebe decided to later lie that Freddie never labeled himself. It’s not Brian’s fault he asserted Freddie was very responsible when moving from one relationship to the next while Mary said Freddie “became a gay” and stopped living his “bisexual lifestyle” to save her from getting AIDS (implying, of course, that Freddie knowingly gave it to men). It’s not Brian’s fault he’s the only member of the band who publicly reflected upon Freddie’s struggles as a gay man and thinks it influenced his music sometimes. It’s not Brian’s fault that the defense of HIV/AIDS victims in the one week later interview basically solely came from him.

There’s a reason why he got the ally award lol, and sure, it’s not a competition—but people very clearly think it is and downplay his vocal support as a result, because why else would they act like all his statements don’t exist while attributing imaginary support to other people associated with the band?

#anon casually dropping controversy into my inbox #the day after Christmas lol #that’s okay #I’m chilling all night anyway #Brian May #replies #Anonymous

[happyandticklish]

HAPPYYYYYYYY!!!!

since you sent me such a CRUELLY EXPOSING ask (<3 /j) I figured it only fair to return the favour ^^

If you could only pick ONE fictional character to absolutely wreck you, who would it be and why?

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And what do you think that says about you 👀👀

hehe love ya happy <333333

(and omfg thank u so much for liking the fic you have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it take your time to scream I'm just glad I did your post proud !!! ^^)

CROWWW!!!

How fucking dare you (affectionate) the audacity of this. I will answer, because I honor my promises, and also because yours was far more exposing than this and I got a lot of insider deets out of that 😌

Also, again with the goddamn choices man, you gotta cut that shit out, a girl can only choose things so many times

Okay, so this took me a thousand hours to decide because there's a couple that I have in my head

And I know you said one, and I will provide my top one, but I have to list the top three because they're all pretty much tied. I also think it's incredibly ironic that my top three lers are also my favorite lees. I don't know if you know any of these characters so I provided a bit of background information for reference

1. At the top of the list.... Chishiya!

I've only known about him for a couple of weeks but that was enough~ I would also like to preface all of these by saying, do I think any of these characters actually would tickle me? No, because most of them are either assholes or would think it's weird. But I am choosing to ignore that for the sake of this question~

So he's a character in Alice in Borderland, which is a show about people who participate in death games and shit. But Chishiya was the Cheshire Cat-esque character, hence the name, so just imagine that vibe for his character. He makes me go absolutely feral, and the idea of him doing it is,,,,,, yeah. I feel like there would be one of his classic slight smiles and a head cock somewhere in there as he watched your reactions, and that would perish me on the spot.

2. Mostly tying out is.... Damien!

So Damien is from The Bright Sessions, and is essentially this guy who can make people do whatever he wants through projecting his own desires via superpowers. He's also half smug asshole/pathetic wet cat of a man. It is the latter half that makes him so tickly-able, but the first half that has him on this list. If you heard his voice, you'd get it. He does this kind of deep drawl thing with it, and his voice is so fucking smug and teasy for literally no reason, it's absolutely not necessary for anything that he says. But whenever he "wins" against someone, he's consistently rubbing it in their face and it's annoying but also,,,, yeah, just but also.

3. Returning as one of my og faves.... Connor from DBH!

He's an android from the game Detroit Become Human, which is essentially about these AI androids that gain life and learn what it means to be human while overcoming bigotry and a bunch of other shit. But Connor was an android cop that was sent to investigate the case, and eventually starts to become deviant, or human, himself. But he's such an attentive, perceptive character because he has to be. His whole job is about analyzing other people. So he can pick up when others are embarrassed and why, and he'll just fucking point it out because he doesn't know you don't talk about those things. So the idea of him noticing that you're ticklish and that you like it, because he would absolutely pick up on that, and pointing it out is beyond flustering for no reason.

As for what they say about me, I think one safe conclusion is that I like assholes lol. But in reality, I think it's mostly reaction based. Having somebody really, truly see me, notice things about me, and discover what things get to me, is such a flustering but nice concept. Just having someone work to get a certain reaction out of you, or tease you when they notice the effect something is having on you, especially if you're trying to hide it. I just like being teased guys. Tk or otherwise, it's such a giddy, happy feeling and I'm obsessed with it.

#tickling #asks #answered ask #ask game #personal #dont mind my fucking essay of a response im sorry it got so long asgjhi #also ive been saving up all the reblogs i need to do but once i get to them that fic is getting hella screamed over #on all levels except physical i am shaking your fic in excitement like a goddamn maniac