#It felt like a cop out and I'm glad it didn't happen

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you and i (back at it again) / steve harrington

summary: steve's left standing alone after starcourt, until you show up for him.

word count: 2.2k

author's note: inspired by this tik tok because i nearly shed a tear also this is my first time posting in awhile be nice pls

He watches his friends reunite with their families, mournful. He stands alone and contemplative by a cop car, the various spots of bruising and swelling on his face beginning to pulse with pain the more his adrenaline began to fade out of his bloodstream. The cops at the station said they'd called his parents house, his house, but no one had picked up. He knew they were home. He kicks a rock near his his foot, shoving his hands in the pockets of the bloody uniform he was still wearing. He wants a shower. He wants to go to bed. He wants to go to bed with the serenity of someone who knew they were loved. He wouldn't be able to do that if he went home. The word home a loose term.

"We can take you home if you need a ride, son," one of the cops says to him. Steve kicks at another rock. Home.

"That's alright," Steve says dismissively, ignoring the tight twist in his chest. "Someone will have gotten in touch with my parents by now. I'm sure they're on their way." The cop looks doubtful. Steve hates that he looks doubtful. Steve hates that he's also doubtful. "Couple more minutes," he swears. He knows he might as well walk his ass home, though.

He leans against the hood of the car, rubbing at his jaw. His hand comes away bloody. He's about to accept the cop's offer for a ride, maybe, he figures, he'll just go to Robin's and sit there for as long as her parents will have him, when a car comes careening into the lot like there's not fifty officers of the law standing around, the tires screeching loudly across the gravel. It's barely at a stop, practically still moving, when you throw the door open and throw your body out of it.

"Steve Harrington, what the fuck?" You leave your car door open, leave it in the middle of the road, still running, to get to him in time. He gazes at you, and it's a stupid look in all honesty, mouth agape, his brown eyes big and tragic looking, his face torn up and swollen. He wasn't expecting you. Why would he have been? You'd been broken up for a few months now and he was still nursing his wounds from it, knowing it was supposed to be for the best; you felt like he was hiding things from you and he knew that he was, hiding all the stuff about the Upside Down, not wanting you involved, wanting you safe. And in a way he was glad for it. He'd gotten through this with you unscathed, and who knows what would have happened if you guys had still been together. When he looks at you, though, when he allows himself to be pulled in closer, your hand coming up to graze his cheek, examining every scrape on his face with softness and worry, he allows himself to want. To miss you.

You tilt his face back, scrutinizing his features. He keeps his eyes on you. You showed up for him. No one else but you. You were here. "The fire is all over the fucking news and I didn't know if you were working tonight so I was sitting by the phone waiting to hear from someone and then your friend Robin called and said you were waiting here for someone to come get you so I just came in case and- and what happened to your face? And where are your parents?"

He shakes himself out of his stupor. "They didn't answer the phone." But you did. You answered and you were here. A wave of pure love rushes through him. He knew a thing or two about being alone, had felt that way for as long as he could remember, no matter how many people he surrounded himself with or how many parties he threw, but you were here, and he wasn't alone. Steve wraps his arms around you in one sudden movement, an outpouring of affection he hadn't realized he'd been reserving for you. Always you.

You stand there for a moment, processing, before you respond, leaning into his touch. The sirens wail around you. Neither of you move. He's safe. You breathe relief into the embrace, holding him tighter to you. He's hardly talking, and usually he's the one talking the absolute most, but he's stunned, both with what's just happened, what he's borne witness to, and with the way you care about him despite everything, more than anyone he's ever met, and the way he cares about you and how could he ever, ever let himself let you go? How could that ever happen? It's all he thinks about as he holds you, feeling safer than he's felt in awhile, the smell of your hair and your skin filling his brain with serotonin.

"Am I taking you home?" You pull away, staring up at him, his ruined face that is still so painfully gorgeous, still so hard to look at. Your hand is remains poised on his cheek. It's warm and welcome.

"No, no, your house, please," he brings his hand up to meet yours.

"I got you, c'mon, honey." He turns and thanks the officers who'd been waiting with him before letting you lead him to your car. He keeps his hand on yours. It tethers him to reality. He's here and he's okay. Or he will be, soon. He's here and he's safe, at the very least. He's not trapped and being tortured. No one's going to hurt him. He's got your soft hand in his and he's okay for right now.

The drive to your house is silent, but it's not awkward. You try to keep your eyes on the road as much as you can but you can't help that they keep finding themselves back on Steve. You've never seen him so reserved. You're sure it was more than a fire that happened back there, and you're sure he won't tell you a thing about it. You drive one-handed the whole way home. You let him need you.

At your house, you get your bathroom set up for him to shower, placing fresh towels on the rack for him, laying out your products on the counter. He would've been able to find them regardless, but you busy yourself with it anyway. When you go into your bedroom to tell him the bathroom is ready, his shoes are off and put into the corner he used to always put them in, and he looks exhausted. "I didn't bring clothes to change," is the first thing he says.

"That's what you're most concerned about?" You give him a funny look. You open your closet and rummage around on the ground for a second before tossing him a pair of his old sweatpants and a t-shirt. He stares at them in his hands. "I didn't know if I should give them back. So I just... didn't." He smiles a little. The first you've seen all night.

"Thanks," he waves them in the air before retreating down the hall. The door shuts and the shower squeaks on.

The way you loved Steve was unconditional, as much as you wish it wasn't sometimes. Even when he was pushing you away, even when he kept things from you, you'd always be there for him. He didn't have anyone in his corner like that. And you wanted to be. It wasn't something you felt obligated to do. You cared about him, and so you went to him. He'd do the same if the roles were reversed. It was unconditional because even when being there for him hurt, you still stayed. You still loved.

When he comes back into your room, his hair dripping but clean, God, he feels clean, his face devoid of dried blood but bruised and wounded, you're waiting for him with a first aid kit and a fresh ice pack. You must've heard the water shut off and gotten everything ready for him. The old sweatpants and t-shirt smell more like you now than they do like him but he's not complaining in the slightest. Something about you keeping them instead of throwing them away or lighting them on fire makes him think maybe there's hope. Not that you had a bad break up to begin with, it was more sad than angry, nothing that warranted a clothes burning, but still. Still, still, still.

He sits down where you indicate, rubbing his towel across his head to soak up the sopping water. His face is flushed from the hot water. You sidle up next to him with the medicine and bandages and try not to get too caught up in him. He places the ice pack on his puffy, blackened eye. He doesn't get it, this gentleness. He doesn't think he deserves it, really. After everything, does he deserve it? Does he get this peace?

"You're fidgeting," you mutter, narrowly missing the spot you were aiming for.

"Oh, sorry," he lifts his chin up a bit more and tries to sit still. You're so patient and kind and it makes him ache a little. You take care of him and it's not for any reason other than you caring about him. He's not used to anyone caring about him. "Are you sure this is alright? You don't wanna... be alone?"

"No, I wanna make sure you're okay," you answer easily, as easy as breathing, swiping medicine across his wounds with the lightest touch you can manage. He hisses in pain, and you wince, feeling it, too.

"Are you sure? You don't have to."

"I want to, Steve, I promise." You pat his cheek, another gentle, affectionate maneuver from you. If he's okay, you're okay. He takes this in. He thinks he really feels his heart expanding.

As you start dabbing at his other wounds, you speak, finally. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can," he replies, blinking up at you with his good eye.

"Was this..." you hesitate. He probably won't answer. "I don't doubt there was a fire but this..." you gesture to his face. "This looks a hell of a lot worse than just escaping a fire, Steve, you look seriously fucked up."

"What, you don't think I look pretty anymore?" He smiles again and you roll your eyes at him, but you smile back all the same.

"You're very pretty, Steve, but you have a black eye and there was blood all over your face and you're all cut up." He swoons just a little when you call him pretty. He's got an ego, what can he say? He continues smiling at you, a little high off painkillers, a little high off being here with you. If he's gotta be tortured he may as well get you back out of it.

"You look pretty, too, y'know," he says softly, his free hand twisting a strand of your hair around.

"Dodging the question I see," you raise your eyebrows at him but say nothing else. It was to be expected.

He takes a deep breath, looking up toward the ceiling, thinking maybe all this time he's just been stupid and silly for not telling you sooner, maybe he could've been with you all this time if he'd just told you, maybe it wouldn't have been the end of the world to have you involved. Maybe it would all be fine. "I wanted to keep you safe from all of it. See what happened to me? It could've been you, if you had been there."

"I would've wanted to be there with you," you insist. "You know I would."

"I do," he nods. "And that's why I don't involve you, babe, if something happens to me it doesn't matter to anyone but if something happens to you-"

"Why would you say that to me? You think I wouldn't care if you died?" You take his face in your hands, and he drops his ice pack. "Steve, are you an idiot? It would matter to those kids you spend all your time with if you died. It would matter to Robin, and to your family even if they take you for granted, and it would matter to me. I love you so much you moron, you can't say it wouldn't matter. I wouldn't be here if it didn't matter. I go out of my mind worrying about you, don't tell me you don't matter."

His head spins, in the best possible way. The pain from his wounds doesn't register. Your hands on his face registers. You words register. Everything else is background noise. "You still love me?"

Oh. Your face warms. It's not like it had been that long since you'd called it off, it should've have been a surprise to him, but hearing you say those words makes him light up. You see him light up. "Yeah, of course I do, it doesn't go away just 'cause you won't tell me anything about your life," you grumble, taking your hands off him.

"Hey," he whispers, grabbing for you before you can tear yourself away from him. He brushes the hair back from your face. He has that look in his eyes that make people fall to their knees. Heavy-lidded and tender. Soft. Loving. "I love you, okay? I do. That's why I try to protect you. I'll tell you anything you want." He knows it now, for real, that he can't lose you again. Not this time. "C'mere, come back." You let him pull you in. "I'll tell you anything, please don't leave me, okay?" You shake your head at him. Never, never. He's pleading, desperate. When he moves to kiss you, the desperation is laced in it, he's lurching forward and he's hungry and yearning and your lips meet soft and fast because he wants to savor it after so long.

The disconnect of your lips sends him reeling, he wants to dive back in for more, for more of everything, but you stop him. "It's me and you, okay, always. But you gotta let me all the way in this time." You tap his heart lightly. "All the way, Steve. Everything."

He leans back. He is hesitant and bruised and bloody, a little bit broken, but mostly he's in love. Mostly he wants to give you the world. So he takes your hands in his. He tethers himself to reality. And he talks.

#trying to convince myself posting is FOR FUN i don't have to want to VOM from nerves every time i go to post... #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut

A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” 

It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here? 

Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.

At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.

“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.

“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.

You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.

“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.

“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.

“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.

“ well I've never played it but- ”

“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.

“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.

You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time. 

All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…

You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.

“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.

“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.

“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.

He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.

You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.

You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!

It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.

You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.

You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.

“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.

“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.

“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”

“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.

“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.

“ I don't understand… ”

“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.

“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.

“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.

“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.

“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.

“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.

“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and  inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.

You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.

“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.

You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.

“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.

“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.

Sicko… 

“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.

“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.

Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..

Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.

His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.

“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.

“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.

His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.

You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.

“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.

It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.

“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.

“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.

“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.

“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”

He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.

“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??

He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.

“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.

“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.

“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.

He caresses your cheek tenderly.

“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.

“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh  shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.

He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.

“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.

“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.

“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.

“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.

The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.

He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.

“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.

“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.

“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”

“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.

“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.

“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.

“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.

“ You belong to me~.. ”

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[snenbubs]

May I please ask for mammon x a human reader that is a cop. Female reader specifically

You may!! :) I'm assuming you wanted HCs, so thats what I'll write! If you wanted smth else then just send in another ask!

I need to warn you, I haven't written in a short while so I'm a little rusty........ ALSO... sorry for the weird formatting i started writing this on my laptop and then switched to my phone half way through so its odd

HB!Mammon x Fem!Reader human who is a cop.

This ask is really interesting, because how the two of you interact is entirely dependent on what kind of cop you are.

Are you a good cop, or a bad cop? A bad cop who is highly likely to take bribes, and take advantage of their position, or a good cop who does not take bribes, and actively wants to help people?

This dynamic would probably work best with a cop who doesn't take bribes. I feel that Mammon would take advantage of a cop who takes bribes, he knows he can get away with shit and they'd just sorta become another pawn to him. He lives in Hell, he's used to people like that - you on the other hand, he's not used to.

Someone who is genuinely nice, but can stand her own ground. Someone who would put themselves in danger for others. Who doesn't care about the reward, only the satisfaction of hard work. Someone so un-selfish and charitable, the exact opposite of what he stood for.

Mammon doesn't go to Earth often, he doesn't need to, he has underlings that do that for him. So, to be on Earth, it was probably a very, very important job that he felt could not be handled by those underneath him.

He had a human disguise, I'll let you fill in the blanks for that, but to naked eye he was just a weird Australian guy with no understanding of boundaries or personal space.

Whatever job he was doing on Earth, it wasn't exactly legal... at least, to humans it wasn't. How was he supposed to know drugs were bad??? Everyone in Hell uses them!

He doesn't normally get caught doing these things, he must have been having a bad day or something because he's usually extremely good at his job. But... he's secretly glad he got caught that day, because it meant he got to meet you.

You came with a team of several other officers, all of whom took the bribes his underlings offered them. God he absolutely hated offering out his money to the officers, but he had been scolded by his fellow Sins for killing too many humans when visiting Earth and so he had to find other means to keep them off his back.

He didn't understand you, like, at all.

You refused the bribe offered to you by his demons, condemning the officers who had taken it and were backing away from the situation and it just sorta captured his attention. Like that!

And bam, ur life will never be the same again.

With this newfound admirer, the crime in the area you were situated in just kept rising and rising.

You were being sent out on investigations almost four times a week now, and when you weren't on duty you were at least on call so that they had you on hand incase anything happened.

You aren't really sure how you caught this guys attention, but every so often while on duty you'd bump into this odd Australian dude who knows no boundries or semblance of personal space. He had changed his human disguise since the last time you had caught him, so you didn't recognise him, but something about this odd man felt so familiar...

He visited with intent to corrupt you. To turn you against your own morals and become just as greedy as the other humans around you.

But... you were a tough egg to crack, and despite his frequent visits, where he'd encourage you to indulge, and take, and be a selfish prick just like him, you just never caved.

As weird as it was you genuinely started to enjoy his company and often welcomed him with open arms and, as much as you baffled him, he began to enjoy your company too.

It was the contrast that caused the attraction.

Mammon is a demon through and through, he's seen people die, he's been the cause of death for hundreds of others. He lives in Hell where there's hardly a good person in sight. Earth was no better, filled with scum and souls rotten to the core... to meet you, a truly virtous soul who wanted nothing more than to help those less fortunate and to clear the streets of danger, he was flabbergasted. You were a rare beauty, and like all rare things, he wanted you for himself.

He was certain you'd go to Heaven, but unfortunately (or, fortunately for himself) all chances of that happening were torn apart the moment you unknowingly mingled with a demon - one of the Seven Princes at that.

Was it selfish? Yes. But he's the embodiment of Greed so it checks out.

You honestly don't know why or how you found yourself attracted to him though.

At first you thought of him to be like everyone else you knew, worse if anything. He was rude, loud, obnoxious, selfish, constantly pushed your boundries, invaded your personal space, and stalked you frequently.

Yet... he could be quite charming at times. And you had to admit, he was quite attractive.

Plus, it was good company. When he wasn't trying to coerce you into stealing ice cream from kids, he could be quite fun to have at your side.

It could get weird at times though.

It was always nice when he'd visit your station during the day, knowing how stressed you'd get with all that paperwork from the weird increase of cases, but it was odd when you'd find him lounging about your house after work... he didn't have a key, nor was there any sign of forced entry, it was as though he just spawned there. Which was impossible, right?

If you ever tried to question it he'd brush you off. You let him get away with it because you had a small crush on him.

In all truth though, you had considered arresting him several times. It seemed odd that you only really saw him while on active duty within crime ridden areas, that he seemed to know how to get into houses without evidence, that he very clearly didn't give a shit about stealing things from others.

You had actually tried arresting him once or twice when you first met him, but he somehow managed to get out of your grasp every single time. Either through sweet talk, or-- did he just teleport!? No, it must've been your eyes playing tricks on you.

Now then.... I might write a oneshot for this part, because I feel it would be very interesting.

He'd have to be cautious about showing you his demon form, about revealing his true identity to you; you had strongly enforced morals, so to come out to you as Mammon, the Sin of Greed, well... it may not go down well.

But then again, there wasn't really any way to tip-toe around the subject was there? So, he might as well be blunt with it!

Being the unserious shit he is, he probably came at you with a "Hey want to see something cool?"

You did not find it very cool.

Not when the hot guy you'd invited to hang out with you suddenly turned into a 10ft tall green jester, spider, tick, bug, thing.

He was honestly offended at your reaction!

He was hot, he knew he was hot! So how very dare you scream and run away from him!

I reckon you'd lock yourself in your room, or your bathroom to get away and figure out why there's a monster in your house and he'd spend a good hour or so pouting and sulking at the fact you ran away from him.

Eventually though, he'd realise you weren't coming to comfort him and so he'd reluctantly manifest himself inside the room you locked yourself into and demand attention.

It was a... long... conversation, but eventually you accepted the fact that this demon was in fact the man you had fallen in love with and you were pretty much stuck with him now.

It was okay though. He's actually hotter as a demon. So...

ANYWAYS. I HOPE THIS IS GOOD!! I think i got a bit carried away and drifted from the theme of being a cop toward the end so im really sorry if this isnt what you wanted 😭

#helluva boss x reader #mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #mammon helluva boss #hb mammon x reader #he's such a cheeky guy

[meenawrites]

So.. I finished Alchemy of Souls

Guys, the amount of tears I just shed in front of my entire family in the last episode of part 2 is crazy.

They were just sitting there like, you good? It's fiction as I'm sobbing my eyes out.

Anyway.

I have many thoughts. So many. And I lowkey want to make a separate post for each of them.

But for now I do want to leave some of my impressions about the finale: (spoilers ahead obviously)

I thought it was pretty well done. I expected to be a bit more shocked about the whole Jin Buyeon is Jin Seol-ran plotline but it honestly made sense to me and I feel like it was actually foreshadowed pretty well for the most part, even in season 1.

Also they definitely got me good with the deaths of Park Jin, Maidservant Kim, and Jin Hogyeong (if that's how you spell her name). Like that's when I started crying tbh. (I could care less about Mama Jin tbh, she sucks, but that deserves its own post). And I'm glad that them actually being alive didn't feel like a cop out to me. They established early on that Jin Seol-ran knew what would happen and used that to their advantage so it was believable and didn't feel like a Deus Ex Machina move for them to be saved. Well, maybe one of them should have died (cough–Mama Jin–cough). But it's fine.

I do feel like the last two episodes were kind of rushed though. I don't know if they had budgeting constraints or if Netflix didn't give them more than ten episodes, but I think that they should have had at least 12. Two more episodes would have allowed for more expansion on the climax and allowed them to up the drama more, which I think would have done well for the series over all, and would have been a better payoff.

I think the time could have been used well to flesh out some of the side characters arcs more. I feel like Danggu and Jin Choyeon were kind of pushed off to the side this season, and especially in the latter half, but I would have liked to see more of them and their relationships not only with each other but with Jang Uk and Naksu/Jin Buyeon.

For all intents and purposes, Naksu/Jin Buyeon lived as Jin Choyeon's sister for three years, and we can see that despite everything that happened three years prior, Choyeon did treat her as her sister even knowing the soul was Naksu's and cared about her. I think that could've and should've been expanded upon, her choosing to care about Naksu/Jin Buyeon or how that came to be. Also, after Naksu regained her memory AND found out Jin Mu had been for sure controlling her at the end of Part 1, I would have loved to see the conversation between her and Choyeon about what she did, an apology and an explanation that she would never have done that if she were sane of mind. What I said about Choyeon applies to Naksu as well because she lived three years as Choyeon's sister, and we can tell she cares about her, so I would have loved to see more of her feelings towards her, especially upon remembering all that had transpired in part 1.

When it comes to Danggu, I mean, he's one of Uk's best friends, and he was left out of the loop a lot when it came to anything Naksu-related. I would have liked him to find out or for Uk to tell him at some point and see how he makes peace with that. Because Danggu and Mudeok were friends in part 1 and he supported her (erroneously) in her supposed romance with Seo Yul. But then she killed his fiance's father and tried to attack him. I can't imagine the sense of betrayal he felt, but also finding out that it wasn't her fault and how he could come to terms with that would have been great to see. I also think his whole experience/trauma from part 1 was kind of glossed over. Like his main thing this season was his broken heart after Choyeon didn't end up marrying him, and I think that was making his feelings a bit too one-dimensional there. They do talk about how he feels slightly uncomfortable/doesn't know what to do with Jang Uk at the beginning of the show, but once Seo Yul comes back, that's kind of forgotten about and the three of them just start hanging out again no problem. I would've like to see a bit more about him struggling with becoming Leader of Songrim as well and how he adapted to that amidst his heartbreak for both his love and his friend who he doesn't even know how to act around anymore, and even towards Naksu/Mudeok who kind of ruined his future and that of his best friend but also being intuitive enough (because he is and he has one of the best hearts we've seen in the show) to realize that there's more to the story than her just going on a murder spree.

I've seen some talk about people saying they didn't like the actress for season 2 as much as season 1 (forgive me, I forgot their names), but I think both brought something good to the table.

Season 1 actress for Mudeok was really good. Her facial expressions were spot on and her chemistry with Lee Jaewook and the other cast members was really good. I think she definitely had great stage presence and made the show popular in the first place. I just don't agree that season 2 actress was worse.

I think season 2 actress definitely put in the work and embodied who Naksu/Jin Buyeon was for the majority of the series. There were times where she made expressions that perfectly resembled/echoed Naksu/Mudeok's that really got me like yes they are the same person even if she doesn't remember. She may have been cuter than we were used to with out sharp-tongued and emotion-resistant Mudeok, but I think Naksu needed that. As Mudeok and before then she didn't have the luxury to be more emotional and girly, it's only now in this body that she does, and I'm glad she had the opportunity to express that side of herself that had never seen the light of day.

We did get a glimpse of that side of her at the end of part 1 where she's playing around with makeup and what might make her look pretty, and it really spoke to all that she had missed out on and had to give up in order to survive. So yeah despite all the angst, I'm glad Naksu/Jin Buyeon had that opportunity through season 2 actress who played it really well while keeping in line with the essence of Naksu/Mudeok.

This whole thing about Naksu being the shadow to Jang Uk's light and if light exists then it needs a shadow broke my heart you guys, it was so perfect. And the fact that they were each other's light and shadow at different points but were also wholly necessary to each other in that was beautiful. I want to talk more about this in a separate post, so I'll table this metaphor for now.

Shout out to Crown Prince Go Won, a great character this whole season in terms of both comedic relief and massive character growth. So good.

Uk's arc was fantastic too but again want to save that for a full post.

Those are my out of order first thoughts about part 2, but I have SO MUCH MORE to discuss, so I will come back for sure. I just needed to scream to the world for a bit (virtually of course).

Question though for all of you more knowledgeable in the k-drama world: is there going to be a season 3?

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls part 2 #alchemy of souls light and shadow #Jang Uk #Naksu #Mudeok #Cho Yeong #Jin Buyeon #park dang gu #Seo Yul #jin cho yeon #kdrama #Finale thoughts #Meena's posts

[littlecello]

Lazarus Ending

Hello again!

First, I need to say a huge thank you to all of you who interacted with the write-up I did the other day. I honestly was a little worried to air out my negative feelings of that afternoon, especially because the audience as a whole (mostly comprised of middle-aged white men, I have to add) reacted so positively to everything - Fern and I felt so uncomfortable by the end. So to come here afterwards and have both our fears and feelings confirmed by so many people, it was a huge comfort. And also, I kind of feel like the fandom seems to have risen from the ashes (hah) somehow, in solidarity after this? Which is just wonderful to think about. So, again - thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I'm so glad we have this little space here that we've carved out for ourselves. 💕

Now, without further ado! I will do my best to summarise what Ashely Pharoah told us the overall arc, as well as the ending, of Lazarus would have been.

Caveat 1: They didn't tell us much, because apparently they're still trying to make Lazarus happen in some shape or form - the most likely option, according to AP, is going to be a graphic novel (good luck to the artist trying to get John Simm's likeness right lol), but nothing is confirmed. Still, this meant they really didn't want to go into detail on plot points.

Caveat 2: This is going to sound mean, but: Ashley Pharoah is a terrible public speaker. He explained the ending of Lazarus, but it was pretty jumbled and disjointed, so I'm having a hard time recalling it and putting it into one cohesive summary. I will do my best!

First of all, here is an addition to the summary of the pilot, which is relevant for the ending - I didn't think to add it for my first write-up, but have since added it for better understanding of the overall plot:

[In 2024] Sam returns to the crime scene once more, convinced that rapist PC was murdered. There, he is snatched by two men (who turn out to be two of the officers who most vocally turned against Sam) and brought to a carpark somewhere. As he's dragged out of the car, his eyes are blindfolded by bandages, and the script specifically stated "like in the music video for David Bowie's Lazarus" - this is where the Lazarus iconography was the most blatant. Sam also catches glimpses of a black star throughout the episode. It is implied that the officers, including rapist PC, are all part of an organisation that whose insignia is exactly that black star. The officers threaten him not to investigate rapist PC's death any further, but when Sam finally manages to get the blindfold off, the two men are nowhere to be found. This is when Sam decides to drive back to the care home to pick up Gene and take him for a drive, in hopes that it will jog Gene's memory or the car he had an argument with.

Now, with this in mind, please do your best to recall everything you can from both LoM and A2A, because here goes:

It turns out that the Black Star is the uhh logo? Sign? Of all the "bad cops" who have escaped "bad cop hell". Meanwhile, the "Police God" or "God of Police" (I swear Ashley said those words in exactly that order, I am not joking) has decided that Gene has done a good enough job as a guardian angel and is ready to go into The Railway Arms. But Gene doesn't want to? And then Gene, Sam, Alex etc realise that, indeed, the "bad cops" have escaped from "bad cop hell", and need to be caught. Which, I think? Is what they end up doing throughout the planned two series of Lazarus? And then at the end Gene does end up going into the Railway Arms and they all have a happy boozy party, and everyone we know and love is there (Ray and Chris got a name mention). Then, as the party goes on, the camera pans to the side to reveal a boy with two differently coloured eyes and slightly snaggly teeth sitting at the piano (three guesses who that is) and starts playing "Life on Mars?". All the cops fall silent and pause to listen, because "they all know what it means". Oh, and outside of TRA we see a black woman - she is introduced in the pilot as being Sam's Chief Superintendent in 2024, I can't remember her name unfortunately, but we also meet her as a 16 year old in 1977 and I think she was meant to start out as like Gene's informant? Anyway, at the end of the show, she's stood outside of the Railway Arms, and it turns out it is now her turn to be the guardian angel of cops.

Again, apologies if I got anything wrong, I found it REALLY hard to follow what Ashley Pharoah was saying, especially because by that point I was already so mentally worn down from all the shitty stuff and the men around us having a whale of a time, and some fairly awkward "questions" from the audience. But there you go. Anyone else who was there, please feel free to add anything I forgot to mention!

#Lazarus table read #Life on Mars #Ashes to Ashes #cello rambles

[rainbowsky]

1) While avoiding posting kadian makes sense, a bad photoshop like this only brings negative attention. 2) The number 2 is clearly visible on one picture, the number 3 on two pictures. If they don’t want turtles to clown, why not at least remove the number 3 completely? 3) It’s possible that it's just a demand from the brand (the jacket is a very limited edition and is on sale at the moment, and i don't think the one yibo is wearing was gifted to him so the visible serial nb might be a problem)

Sorry, I somehow got this backwards, here's the first part of your ask:

Anonymous asked: Hey rbs, I absolutely love your blog! This is not really an ask but more like something I’d like to share anonymously: I think a lot of turtles are overreacting about the 32/33 thing. Unless it happens multiple times, it’s impossible to know if the editing was made to remove possible kadian. A few things I'd like to point out:

First of all, thanks for your kind words, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! 😊

I don't normally reply to these kinds of asks because they're not asks. My inbox is for questions, not a place where people can anonymously post things on my blog that they don't want to post on their own blogs. Everyone has the ability to post their own opinions on their own blogs, and if they're just wanting to reply to a post I've made, they can do so in the comments. It's not necessary to be anonymous just to share a few ideas like this.

However, in this case I just disagree with this take and feel the need to point out why.

First and foremost, no, turtles are not overreacting. YBO has always felt like an ally up to this point, and this definitely looks conspicuously like an attempt to get rid of candy. Such a thing hasn't happened before, so of course turtles are going to be pissed off/worried.

As for the points you made:

The bad photoshopping did bring negative attention, for sure. Just because it was a controversial move by YBO, doesn't mean their motive for doing it wasn't about candy. And anyway, if turtles are right and DD's team is caving to solo demands, all that negative attention from turtles would only serve to publicize to the solos that YBO is doing what solos have asked.

The fact that they didn't seem to discriminate about which numbers to edit out only proves their intent was to eliminate the candy. The number 2 alone isn't that meaningful. The number 3 alone is a bit more meaningful, but not a big deal. The numbers 2 and 3 together are a candy.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the brand wanting the number hidden. All the video and photos from other representatives at the event clearly show the number. If the brand didn't want to associate the number with DD they wouldn't have let him wear the jacket. And it makes no sense for them to be against DD being seen with the number, because his association with it would only make the jacket more valuable in people's eyes.

Of course this is just my opinion.

You're entitled to your own opinion and perspective, but I hope you'll be sensitive to the fact that turtles are hurting right now, and not rub salt in their wounds by downplaying the validity of their feelings. There are plenty of times when turtles overreact to things. It's happened a lot in the past. But you might want to read the room a bit, my friend. Given the removal of CQL from his profile and then the editing of these photos, I think it's very fair to say that this situation is unprecedented in the fandom, and fans are right to be concerned.

Having said that - it's not a time to panic. Panic won't help anything. I've got another post coming about that in a minute so I'll link that here once it's posted.

EDIT:

OK, first of all, here's the link to my post about not panicking.

Second, I think people are taking this post about photoshopping as evidence of YBO being nasty or harming DD. Please don't interpret it that way. As I said in the notes for this post, it's probably more of a good cop/bad cop thing, where DD is still being his normal self and choosing his kadian numbers and showing his candies, while YBO is giving him cover and appeasing solos.

It's entirely possible they're providing cover for DD to his solos, while working with him to show that the candy is being hidden. Maybe the crudeness of the photoshopping was intentional, an act of defiance to draw attention to the removal of the kadian while still providing plausible deniability for solos. We just don't know, so let's give them the benefit of the doubt.

It's likely that YBO are in between a rock and a hard place as well. It's possible DD and YBO are trying to work together to thread the needle between keeping turtles happy and keeping solos happy. Let's not demonize his team. That wasn't my intention here.

#the mysteries of yizhan #ggdd controversies #bxg perspectives #ask

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Laura Cunningham had gone through her daughter's diary and found out she had a crush on Eddie Munson. It's why she tried to make Chrissy date Jason. Although Chrissy thought it wouldn't be fair to Jason, considering she didn't like him at all.

"I don't want to go out with you, Jason. I want to be honest with you," Chrissy said. "It's what my mother wants."

"We all have to do things we don't want. Once you start getting to know me, then I'm sure you'll be glad you listened to your mother," Jason replied.

"What's something that you don't want to do but feel like you have to?" Chrissy asked.

"Well, my dad wants to me come work for him after college. I don't really want to work for the insurance business, but my dad says he makes good money, so you got to have money to live, right?" Jason asked.

"You know, there are other ways of making money, right? If you don't want to work for your dad, then you don't have to. A parent's love shouldn't be conditional on whether their child does something for them. Being happy while making it in this world should be the only thing that should matter to them. If they can't do that, that's on them," Chrissy replied. "Besides, don't you think you deserve better than someone who was asked to date you?"

She slipped out of his grasp and walked away from him. As she walked home, the feeling of defiance weighing heavily on her shoulders, she stopped and got herself a burger. When Chrissy got home, smelling of burgers, she told her mother about rejecting Jason. She also told Laura that she was going to be making her own decisions now. It was the first time that Laura had hit her. Sure, she had called her names and starved her a bit, but she never laid her hands on Chrissy. Laura had hit her hard, too. Chrissy was dizzy, her nose was dripping blood, and her eye was aching. Laura had frozen, which had given Chrissy plenty of time to lock herself in her room and call the police.

Now, here she was, standing in front of her aunt's trailer with most of her things packed in the back of her aunt's car. An aunt. Laura's sister, who Chrissy was told, had died. There were no pictures of her in the house, and though Chrissy had met her when she was younger, apparently, she had no memory of her. Darlene Blake looked at her curiously.

"I know, it's not what you're used to, honey," Darlene said.

"I like it. It's like a little community. It feels. . .cozy," Chrissy smiled. "Can I explore a bit after I unpack?"

"I don't see why not. Most of the folks here are friendly. Some people here they seem like their bite is worse than bark. It's not. They're grumpy bears on the surface, but in the middle, it's nothing but a giant soft marshmallow," Darlene replied, and Chrissy giggled. "It is a good community."

As Chrissy unpacked with the help of her aunt, a question was eating at her.

"Aunt Darlene?" Chrissy asked.

"Yes, sugarplum?"

"Can I ask what happened with you and my mother?" Chrissy asked.

"Honey, don't be afraid to ask me anything," she said and sighed. "You ought to know since you're going to be living with me. When your mother found out that I was only interested in women, she was disgusted by it, and she said that if I ever came near you again, she'd call the cops and tell everyone what I am," Darlene said, looking down.

Chrissy hugged her aunt tightly around the middle. She had a lot more weight on her than Chrissy did, so her arms didn't go all the way around her. It was nice. She hadn't been here long, but already, she felt like this was what a mother should be like. Darlene wrapped her strong arms tightly around her and kissed the top of her head.

"It's not just boys that I like," Chrissy whispered.

Darlene pulled back and cupped her face.

"Thanks for telling me," she said softly, tears in her eyes. "Sweet girl."

After unpacking, Chrissy switched out her skirt for shorts and pulled on a pair of sneakers. Darlene had given her a container to give to the Munsons who lived across the way. It was a little more distance than Darlene told her it was, but Chrissy made it to the Munson trailer. She moved to knock on the door.

"Chrissy Cunningham?"

She jumped and dropped the container. Sitting on the couch that was on his porch was Eddie Munson. He was smoking.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Eddie said kindly.

"It's okay, I didn't see you there," Chrissy said and picked up the container.

"Not to sound rude or anything, but what brings you around here?" Eddie asked.

"My aunt Darlene wanted to give this back to you," Chrissy said, holding it out to him.

"Ah, Lennie's your aunt?" Eddie asked with surprise as he took the container, banging on it like a drum.

"Yeah, she said that I should give you a smack if you called her that," Chrissy giggled. "I won't do that."

"Oh, come on, now," Eddie said, rolling up his sleeves and tossing the container aside. "I deserve it. Lay one one me, Cunningham."

"No!" Chrissy said shaking with laughter.

"Come on!" Eddie said slapping his skin.

"Fine!"

She tentatively smacked him in the arm.

"Harder than that!"

She hit him a little harder this time. He groaned mockingly, collapsing on the couch and clutching it.

"You know not of the strength you wield, Lady Cunningham. You have broketh my arm!" Eddie cried, leaning over and letting his arm dangle. "Yes! Indeed, it is broketh."

Chrissy couldn't control her laughter, clutching her stomach at the sight of him. She snorted. Horrified at the sound she made, she covered her mouth. Eddie burst into laughter and jumped up, moving closer to her to remove her hands from her mouth.

"So, are you just visiting your aunt?" Eddie asked once the laughter died down.

"Moving in," she replied.

"It must be quite the step down," Eddie said.

"It's actually a step up! I love it here!" Chrissy exclaimed with a grin.

"It must have been real bad if this is better than the big house you lived in," Eddie said. Chrissy's smile faltered, and she winced. Eddie realized what he said a moment later. "Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I sometimes put my foot in my big fat mouth."

Chrissy laughed and shook his hand that he held out to her.

"Do you want to show me that devil music you listen to that I've heard so much about?" Chrissy asked.

He quickly put out his cigarette, grabbed her hand, and dragged her inside the trailer where an older man was sitting on the couch.

"Don't mind me, Uncle Wayne, just bringing a pretty girl into my room to listen to devil music. I promise not to sacrifice her," Eddie said quickly.

Before Chrissy could say anything to Wayne Munson, she was dragged into Eddie's room. As she sat on Eddie's bed, listening to his music, Chrissy was suddenly very grateful that her mother had snooped into her diary.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham lives #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #hellcheer #hellcheer fanfiction #rueleigh writes #bisexual appreciation #bisexual chrissy cunningham

[bonobochick]

Thoughts on #Elite7

I finished up Elite S7 and I have some thoughts with some gifs. 🥹

Positives:

Rocio got story and screentime. 🎉 I hated seeing her chase after Bilal's worthless ass in S6 cause he didn't even like her & constantly disrespected her yet as soon as he found out her fam is rich, he started singing a different tune. Rocio didn't get as much as I wanted in terms of screentime but enough that she got famliy drama with her mom's illicit activities + romantic drama with Eric. Nico's cousin Eric showed up this season and he's got issues. Rocio & Eric had good chem (much more chem IMO that he has with Chloe) in their attraction to each other.

Eric messes up more than a few times with her yet how he treats her shows care and actual feelings, not just sexual desire. What Elite was building up with Rocio & Eric was love as opposed to what he had with Chloe, which was vices + sex. Sadly, I think this romance with Eric & Rocio will only exist in S7, which is unfortunate with all that good chem and decent build up. 😮‍💨

2) The surprise appearance of Fiks from Blood and Water! I didn't know about the crossover so it was good to see her. I know Ivan will be in S4 of Blood and Water.

3) I like the crew of Nico, Eric, & Rocio. They have a nice vibe together, good times and bad times, I would say more of this in S8 but I've read that Rocio won't be in S8 so I'll have to enjoy the beginnings of a solid crew that I got in S7 since I'm about to get nothing in S8. I thought the scenes with Nico & his cousin re: Eric's mental health issues were absorbing too. Eric wanted to do better but hated how he felt being on meds. As his uncle said, it's about figuring out the right cocktail to help him with the highs and lows but Eric struggled with patience in that because of the side effects.

4) I adore Ivan so I was glad to see him on the mend from the accident. He's still heartbroken over Patrick's exit and the death of Cruz so much of S7 is him trying to move past his grief. He does that in the form of Joel which is in the next section.

Neutral / Indifferent:

1) Omar / Joel / Ivan... I've already admitted I adore Ivan but for full disclosure, I'm BIG on Patrivan so anything else for them with anyone else was always going to be an uphill battle. I also do not like Omar ever since he cheated with Malik and didn't even apologize to Nadia about it. All this said... I didn't hate this story. I thought it was interesting to show Omar's depression from what happened to Samu but the show spent a little bit too much time with all the back and forth in this story. Joel is alright and his chem with both guys is fine. I just wasn't invested in this triangle and all the angst but it's not a bad story. Dalmar is MVP in it.

2) Chloe and Carmen: I wanted Ivan's mother to show up and Carmen did. She also brought along Ivan's half-sister (to which I need to do some age checking cause pregnancies take time!) named Chloe. Carmen is a golddigger and it made sense why Cruz paid her to stay away from Ivan. That doesn't mean that Ivan didn't have a moment where he got to know his mother a little TOO well. ahem. The drama here with Ivan's new family had potential and was messy but I... didn't care for Chloe's everything is sbout sex story, especially with Eric but also with Raul. All it did was make me roll my eyes a lot in annoyance. The strong-arming that Chloe was irresistible / sexy got tired quickly, especially when she was walking around in her school uniform with her bra out as sign of that "sexiness." Come on!

3) All things Didac, Isadora, and their families: a lot going on and a lot of it didn't move me. Didac & Isadora are fine together so that wasn't the issue for me. The Romeo + Juliet story with the warring families didn't quite work for me. Took up lots of screentime too.

What did work? The hottie undercover cop. That was some nice eye candy.

4) Sonia & Nico... I wanted to see more of them after the S6 drama with Ari and they got shafted in terms of story + screentime toghether, particularly after Nico schtupped Chloe.

Negatives:

1) All things Sara and Raul.

I've hated these two characters since they both showed up in S6 but someone has a hard-on for them in the writers room, particularly Sara. I skipped over many of their scenes with each other and with others. Raul won't be in S8. I wish Sara wasn't as well but she'll be their stinking up things. 🗑️

#elite #elite 7 #netflix #elite rocio #rocio duran #elite eric #elite nico #elite sonia #omar shanaa #elite joel #ivan carvalho #eric x rocio #elite chloe #ana bokesa #gleb abrosimov #spain #streaming #elite raul #elite sara #isadora artinan #elite didac #fikele bhele #khosi ngema #elite netflix #kiss #nightclub #dj #andre lamoglia

[ghost4meeks]

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗���� 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The cops escorted Billy, Stu, and I to school, but the second they let me out the cruiser, I was swarmed by the press.

"How does it feel to avoid being brutally butchered?"

"What were your relations with the deceased?"

"Do you think the killings are related to your late father's death?"

A few of the cops already there stepped in front of me and tried to shoo the reporters away, and Billy and Stu stuck to my sides like magnets as we walked across the school lawn. 

"OMG, (y/n/n)! I'm so glad you're okay," Tatum exclaimed as she ran up to me, Sidney following close behind.

"You weren't hurt too bad, were you?" Sid timidly asked, giving me an apologetic look. 

 She knows what I'm going through and I felt bad for it. This was probably drudging up some painful memories and Sidney's come so far since her mom's death. 

"Nah, just a stab and a splitting headache. Nothing I can't handle," I assured with a smile. 

"To be on the safe side, we don't want you two to be alone, either," Billy chimed, placing a kiss on Sid's forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Stu got behind Tate and wrapped his arms around her, pecking her on the cheek. "(y/n/n) did a number on 'im. I don't think the killer'll be able to have kids after what she did."

"Do they know who did it?" Tate asked as we all started towards the entrance.

"Fucking clueless. The doctor told me they didn't have any evidence of the killer being there, other than the damage to the house, my injuries, and Steve and Casey's bodies. Motherfucker knew what he was doing," I sighed, walking up the steps and through the doors.

"They're gonna start interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, janitors."

"They think it's school-related?" Billy asked.

I shrugged. "It's a possibility. With the amount of information the killer knew about me, I wouldn't rule it out."

He looked like he made a mental note of it and continued on with his thoughts. Billy's always been a critical person. No doubt he was conducting his own investigation.

When I looked around, I finally noticed everybody  was staring at me, some looks sympathetic, and some completely disgusted.

"Well, how about we all go out tonight? We'll go to the drive-in and watch movie, hang out, and try to get our minds off this," Tate smiled, opening her locker to grab her things.

"Sure," I smiled, opening my locker, too. "I can get Randy to come."

"Get me to do what?" Randy asked, popping out from behind my locker door.

"Fuck, Randy!" I gasped, smacking him in the shoulder as he laughed, his goal accomplished. "Every time with you!"

"Sorry, sorry, force of habit," he smiled, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. 

"We were planning on going to the drive-in after school. Wanna join?" Tate asked, Stu giving her neck kisses out of nowhere.

"A killer is on the lose, targeting students, and you wanna go to a drive-in?"  Randy shrugged. "Sure, why not."

"You know what movie they're playing tonight?" Billy asked, resting his chin on Sidney's head.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, I think," I answered.

Stu smirked and ran his fingers against the lockers like he had Freddy's glove on. 

"This...is God!" He quoted, pretending to cut his fingers off.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Are you guys sure? I mean with everything that happened last night-." Sid asked, Billy noticing her uneasiness and tightening his grip around her waist.

"Stu, Randy, and I with be there. And I doubt the killer'll try to attack out in the open like that," Billy assured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"See? Perfectly safe. And besides, Casey and Steve didn't bite it 'til after 10.....er, sorry, (y/n/n)," Tate tried to catch herself, but it came out before she could.

"It's fine," I assured her, sighing.

"Alright, I gotta get to homeroom," Sid wished us goodbye. She tried sounding as happy she could, but I knew the killer stuff was upsetting her.

"I'll walk you," Billy added, walking off with her, the two still attached to the hip.

"I gotta go, too. Stay safe," Tatum shut her locker, starting down the hall.

"Aim for the nuts!" Stu called to me as he followed her, Tatum smacking him in the arm and scolding him for shouting that so loud.

I laughed at Stu's joke before turning back to my locker.

"I actually, uh, I actually came to check on you," Randy started, leaning up against the lockers. "I heard about what happened last night. I went over to yours this morning but no one was there. I figured you were at the hospital or somethin'."

'He wanted to check on me that bad?'

My heart swelled at the thought.

"Oh, yeah. Billy and Stu picked me up from the hospital and I slept over at Billy's. They didn't want me to be at mine by myself. But thank you for checking on me, my knight in shining armor," I said dramatically, curtsying.

"My pleasure, m'lady," He played along, bowing as he took my hand.

I laughed as he stood back up.

"But what happened?" He genuinely asked. "I've been hearing everyone else's bullshit theories but I haven't heard from you."

I sighed, looking down at the ground.

'I should've known someone was gonna ask soon.'

"You don't have to answer if you're not ready," he caught my shift, his hand on my shoulder. "I was just curious."

"No, no, no. It's fine. I've been wanting to tell someone, anyway," I assured.

"Long story short, this guy called Casey and started threatening us, talking about gutting us and shit. We locked all the doors but he told us to look at the patio and we saw Steve bound and gagged to a lawn chair. The guy told us we had to play a game of horror movie trivia if we wanted Steve to live."

"Oh, you shoulda aced that! You're pretty good with horror," Randy complimented, confused on how we lost.

"I wasn't the one who got the question wrong. Casey was," I clarified.

"What were the questions?" he asked.

"He asked me who was the killer from Halloween-." "Micheal Myers," he answered without a beat.

"That's what I said," I agreed. "But he asked Casey who was the killer in Friday the 13th-." "Mrs. Voorhees," he answered again.

"That was the right one. But Casey said Jason," I sighed.

"Rookie mistake," Randy scoffed, the blatant error irking him.

"Well, Steve had to pay for it," I continued, shaking the image of his guts out my head. "After that the killer threw a chair through the patio door and attacked us. I sent Casey ahead as I fought him but he stabbed me and slammed the butt of his knife on my head. He would've killed me if I didn't kick 'im in the crotch a bunch of times. I managed to run to the front lawn but I dropped. And the last thing I remember was Mrs. Becker's scream and Casey's hanging body."

Randy's eyes were wide. "Holy shit. (y/n/n). I'm sorry you had to go through that."

He pulled me into a hug and my cheeks lit up. 

'Stop blushing, idiot! He's consoling you!'

"I'm okay. But I do have a theory," I started, trying to distract myself. He backed out of the hug and gave me an intrigued look.

"I think there's two of them. There's no way that the Ghostface guy that was attacking me would've had enough time to kill Casey in the time that I was running. There must've been another killer that attacked her."

"Are you sure?" Randy asked.

"Positive."

"Well, however many of them there are, I'll be here if you need me, okay?" he assured, about to pull me into another hug.

I smiled and was letting him get closer when Billy threw his arm around Randy's shoulder. "Hands where I can see 'em, buddy."

Randy yelped and I glared at the greasy-haired boy. 

"The both of you get to class," he ordered before walking away. 

"Okay, Dad!" I taunted as he walked away, but he waved me off. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes before turning back to Randy, who was still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry about him. He's...Billy," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"More like the Boogeyman," he scoffed, standing up straight again.

"He does have a point. Let's get to class before Mr. Sweeney has a stroke," I tilted my head to point down the hall.

"I still think he's a werewolf," Randy smugly shrugged, walking down the hall with me.

"You've thought that since freshmen year," I scoffed, laughing.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

"Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds. Avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes," Himbry announced over the PA.

Billy, Sid, Stu, Tate, Randy, and I were all sitting outside on the fountain, school being let out early that day.

"So what questions did they ask you, Sid?" Tatum asked, tilting her head.

"They asked if I knew Casey," She answered.

"They asked me what I was doing at her house," I chimed from my spot, my legs strewn over Randy's lap.

"Hey, did they ask you if you like to hunt?" Stu cheesed, resting his hand on the fountain's edge.

"Yeah, they did," Randy agreed, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Hunt? Why would they ask if you if you liked to hunt?" Tate asked.

"'Cause their bodies were gutted," Randy answered, tossing up another one. 

"Thank you, Randy," Billy sarcastically sighed, sitting up and giving me an apologetic look. 

I think I'm at the part of the grieving process where I am numb to feeling anything when someone talks about the deaths, 'cause I don't anymore.

'Enjoy it while it lasts.' 

"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt," I shrugged.

"It's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu smiled.

"That's so sexist. The killer could easily be a female. Basic Instinct," Tate disagreed, correcting Stu with annoyance.

"That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing," Randy chimed, correcting her.

"Friday the 13th is one," I added, poking Randy with a cocky smirk on my face.

Even though the Ghostface I fought with was a guy, I know for a fact that there were two. And that killer could've been a girl.

"Pffft. Like she could do anything," Stu scoffed.

'Did he not watch the movie?'

"You'd be surprised," Billy knowingly chuckled.

"Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out, and the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that," Stu simply stated, giving Tate a cocky look.

"How do you...gut someone?" Sidney shakily asked, obviously not wanting an answer.

"You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum," Stu answered simply, everyone giving him that suspicious look.

Sidney looked immediately uncomfortable and I glared at Stu. "It's called tact, you fuckrag."

"Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked, shifting the conversation.

"Yeah, for like, two seconds-." "Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy popped in.

"I thought you dumped her for me?" Tate asked, surprised and slightly angry.

"I did. He's full of shit," Stu assured, glaring at Randy.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asked in a snooty voice.

"What're you saying? That I  killed her?" Stu sarcastically asked.

"It would certainly improve your high school "Q"," Randy shrugged.

"It's fine. Stu was with me last night," Tate smirked.

"Yeah, I was," Stu smirked as well, wiggling his eyebrows as he squeezed her. "And then I went to Billy's. That's when (y/n/n) called us and we picked her up."

"Oooo. Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy growled ominously. I smacked him in the arm, silently telling him to cool it as Sidney squirmed again.

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tate scoffed.

"Working. Thank you," Randy smirked in a sing-songy voice.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass," Tate smugly asked.

"Twice," Randy proudly smiled, popping another grape in his mouth.

"Three times if it weren't for me," I chimed, lifting my arm like.

"...Well, I didn't kill anybody," Stu shrugged.

"No one said you did," Billy chimed.

"Thanks, buddy."

"Plus, it takes a man to do something like that," Randy imitated Stu, making Stu's hand gestures.

"Yo, I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid," Stu laughed.

Randy tapped my thigh, his signal for me to move my legs. I did, and he got up to stand in front of Stu and Tate.

"Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas," he joked in a Daffy Duck voice.

"Randy, you goon! I'm trying to eat her," Tate scoffed, putting down her grape and glaring at the boy.

"Light-weight," I chirped, chuckling as I tossed a grape in my mouth. I could hear Billy quietly snicker, too.

"Ooh, she's mad, right. You better liver alone," Stu teased, laughing heartily at his own joke. Again.

Sidney gave Billy a quick kiss before getting up and speed walking away.

Billy socked Stu in the gut as Stu continued to laugh.

"Ow! What?! Liver. Liver. It was a joke!" he defended.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

#scream #scream x reader #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy x reader #meeks x reader #horror #slasher

[kteezy997]

I'm With You- Part Six// Lee (Bones and All)

Info: reader missing Lee, depressed Lee, some fluff

You spent the next couple of weeks sleeping in the truck in secluded areas of rural towns. Spending nights in cheap motel rooms, and trying to heal from what you had seen. It was hard to unsee it, to unfeel it. You forced yourself to think of the happy times you had with Lee, and luckily, they outweighed the bad thing. Somehow.

You had never felt so seen, so loved in all your life. You didn't see a future for yourself without him. You missed him terribly. But you were terrified of the things he had done, and of what he could do in the future. However, you knew him, how tender and sweet he was to the core. How selfless he was and how incredibly kind he was with you.

"Don't disappear on me forever." he had pleaded with you, "Please, find me again, let me explain!" You kept repeating his words in your mind over and over. His voice in your head broke your heart. You pitied the part of him that you knew so well: the lonely drifter whose only source of love was from his sister that he couldn't be too close to. He was an outsider, just like you. You knew what it was to be alone. Now Lee, you knew, was more alone than ever.

You had to see him, at least one last time. If he wasn't meant to be in your life, you'd feel it. You drove back to his hometown in Kentucky. The very same town that you had shared a Wendy's meal in his aunt's abandoned home, and you had laughed more during that meal with him than you had in a long time.

As you drove the truck through the town, you saw his sister, Kayla, entering an ice cream parlor with some friends. This was your chance at finding Lee. You parked near the ice cream place, and nonchalantly leaned against the truck. "Hey, Kayla." you said to the blonde girl as she walked out of the building, ice cream cone in hand.

"Hey." she answered, eyeing you. "I met you a while back, I-uh, I'm Lee's friend." you said, nervously. "Yeah, I remember." Kayla turned to her friends, "You guys go on ahead, I'll be there in a minute." Now the two of you were alone, and she joined you at the front of the truck. "So, have you seen Lee?" you asked. "Yeah, yeah he's been staying out at the lake, just outside of town. I'm glad he's been staying close, but he just ...seems to be going through somethin', I guess."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did he not come around much anyway?" "Ugh, it's so stupid, people don't even remember what happened with the cops anymore. That was three years ago. He spent three days in jail, and they let him out." "Jail? What happened?" your heart started pounding. "It was our dad, he and Lee got into a fight because dad hit me, and he hit Lee too. Lee told me to call the cops, and I did. But when they got there, dad was gone and there was blood on Lee, but it was all Lee's blood."

After your talk with Kayla, you wanted to hear Lee's side of the story more than before. You wanted to know everything, you wanted to understand. Kayla gave you directions to the lake where Lee had set up a tent. You parked the truck and walked around, looking for him. You saw him from afar, sitting on the bank by himself. You ran toward him, "Lee!" you called out.

He turned and looked at you, getting up. "Y/n?" You ran into his arms, hugging him. He didn't know what to do at first. He was surprised to see you, let alone the fact that you had your arms around him. After a moment, you felt his hands on your back. You took a second to pull away and look at his face. "I've missed you so much." you admitted. "So, you're not scared of me then?" he asked, his eyes were darkened with melancholy. You shook your head 'no.' Lee smiled weakly and pulled you into another hug. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." he said, holding you tight.

That night, he took you swimming in the lake just as they were setting off fireworks for the Fourth of July. You both looked up from the water, watching the colors spread out across the sky. You swam around a little, and felt Lee come behind you and he took you in his arms. Your back was pressed against his naked chest. You felt at ease again, for the first time since you had been separated.

You let him hold you and you watched the remainder of the firework show. You leaned against him, and let your hand run slowly across the top of the water. “Lee?” you asked, resting your head against his. “Hmm?” “We should put your tent to good use, and just get lost somewhere.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling. He squeezed you a little bit tighter, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You felt him shift slightly and his lips met your neck with sweet, wet kisses. It was like time had stopped since you last saw each other, Lee wasn’t missing a beat. “Let’s leave tonight.” he said, his breath hitting your skin as he spoke. “Okay, I’m down.” You turned, facing him and placing your hands on his shoulders for stability in the water. You loved how cute he looked with wet hair and tiny droplets running down his face. His lips turned up into a grin, and he slowly leaned in to kiss you. And you welcomed his lips on yours, feeling elated that you were in his arms again.

@chalabagellunafluff @gatoenlaciudad @sexylifestylesblog @quicksilversg1rl

#timothée chalamet #lee bones and all #bonesandallfilm #bonesandallfanfiction #timmy chalamet

[sargentsblu]

Nancy needs space and distance to cope with her heartbreak and Ace needs to feel that everything is just as it used to be - back to being friends.

It's fucking infuriating being in Nancy's shoes and trying to distance yourself physically from someone who you still love but that broke your heart and have them not understand and be angry at you. It's heartbreaking seeing them trying to act like nothing happened because it makes you wonder if maybe they didn't feel it as much as you did ("did you not feel what i felt?" "you seem to have forgotten that you're the one who broke my heart") and if maybe they're not hurting as much as you are. And I do think she is right in keeping her distance because you can only distance yourself emotionally when you distance yourself physically from someone

And for that reason, I have to say that up until the end of the episode I was pissed at Ace too.

But I can understand his side now and it is also infuriating because he loves her so much he is not willing to risk her life and he can't understand how him trying to protect her makes her push him away like this ("you're not the only one who lost the love of their life" "real love isn't dying for each other") because that's not what love is like for him and it breaks my goddamn heart because I don't think either of them could see the extent of the other's pain before this episode and they're both hurting so so much and have very different copping mechanisms and honestly I feel like the way they chose to deal with all this was going to end up breaking them even more (love turned into heartbreak turned into anger turned into absolute nothing) on the long run and I'm glad they talked it out instead of pushing it to the worst extent.

I do hope we get to see things a little lighter in the next episode, though I don't know just how much they'll have recovered from this conversation.

#nace #ndcw #nancy drews spoilers #nancy drew #ace redacted #like this is so relatable to me because i lived though a scenario like this one just last year #punishing someone for breaking my heart and them trying to act like everything was just the same when!! it was fucking not #it's terrible it's horrible it's heartbreaking #and god I just remember how bad i used to feel when i was told to act normally like are u fucking kidding me you broke my heart to pieces #it's funny looking back at it now #and it's so weird relating so so much to a tv couple #i love it and i hate it #at least things with nace will end up happily #i mean for the couple wise bc me and my dude are fine just being friends and all #but NACE ARE SOULMATES

[cf56]

Ripping them a new one

What. The. HELL?! I can't even begin to describe the depth of my anger and sorrow right now.

The following profanity-laced rant represents only a fraction of my true feelings on this.

If you don't know what I'm referring to, I'm talking about the line to start episode 8, where Yakko and Dot say, in front of him, that Wakko is the worst sibling and they don't need him. Well, I thought it'd only be a line, but it turns out they did it MULTIPLE TIMES!!!

And then the stupid fucking cop out that feels like it's mocking us for giving a shit.

I was spoiled on this line over a month ago because someone talked about the storyboard leaks in the Animaniacs tag. Reading about it almost killed my fandom. Right there, instantly, my love for Animaniacs came this close to dying. It took me weeks before I felt anywhere close to where I was before in regards to loving this show. Why? Because the main and only reason I remain so attached to Animaniacs is the Warner Siblings' love for each other. What's the point in angst if there was never any love to test? What's the point in fluff if that love is hollow and empty, if it never really existed at all? Now, I'm glad I was spoiled and had time to recover. If I saw this bullshit raw, in the show for the first time, there's no telling what it would have done to me. I might have just stopped watching.

I don't care about Yakko's flimsy cop out. This is not what you say to someone you love. This is not something you say about someone you love, even if they didn't happen to be sitting right there. You realize what these words mean? They think they'd be better off without Wakko. THEIR BELOVED BROTHER. It's not so much that they joked about him dying and coming back. I can excuse that as sibling jabs, even if I would still hate it. It's that Yakko said he's always thought that their act would work better as just him and Dot. No, you didn't always think that. You BETTER not have always thought that.

Wakko has suffered emotional abuse before. He's been paraded around as the least popular sibling, as smelly and uncultured, as a gluttonous pig. Through all of that, what did he always have? His siblings, boosting him up, protecting him from the noise. Now the noise is coming from inside his family. That's unacceptable. There was one instance in the original that came close to this. When Yakko tried to sell Wakko in their Jack and the Beanstalk parody, because he gets less fan mail than Dot. That was still miles better than this. For one, it wasn't in their base reality. It was in a parody that would clearly be non-canonical. Second, Yakko didn't go out of his way to verbally abuse his little brother and try to make him feel less valued as a member of the group. It was just a hard necessity, as callous as it might have been.

Yakko would never say something like this. The thought would never even come close to crossing his mind. Dot would never agree to a statement like that. If she heard Yakko say it, she'd wonder what alien came in and replaced her older brother. Least of all would they say it right in front of Wakko, as if they're deliberately trying to hurt him.

It baffles me. It truly baffles me. Was this the writer's first day on the job? How do you go three fucking seasons and not know the first thing about the characters you're writing? The way Yakko and Dot are portrayed here is ten times more out of character than they've ever been written in any fanfic ever posted. Worse, this had to go through producers, storyboarders, animators, the showrunner, and they all looked at this and thought it was okay. I can't truly blame the voice actors, because they're under contract and have to do their jobs, but they should have known their characters well enough to know they would never say these lines. That they shouldn't say these lines.

I truly can't wrap my head around it. Where does this come from? What could possess anyone to think this is a good idea, even an acceptable idea, for even a single millisecond? Does it come from the Family Guy writing culture, where absolutely nothing is sincere, even relationships between friends and family? Do they just not know how to write sarcastic characters that also truly love their closest family members?

They had the audacity to claim they were listening to fan feedback for this season. Tell me, look at all the most popular fan compilations on YouTube about the reboot. Are they filled with moments of the siblings being cold and callous to each other, or are they filled with the opposite? How blind do you have to be to misunderstand the soul of your show and your fanbase so fucking badly? It almost feels malicious. Like someone on the writing staff had a bad experience with their own siblings and made it their personal mission to destroy and pervert the bond between the closest set of siblings on TV. I thought they were starting to get it right with season 2. Season 3, they had to look at what all the fans were saying and realize that they could go even further, right? Give us all the sibling fluff we could ever need? Instead they went the opposite direction. It's becoming clear to me that "listening to fan feedback" really meant listening to "Pinky and the Brain fan feedback." I don't mean to drive a wedge between certain parts of the fandom, but that's just how it seems to be. It's absolutely not the fault of any of the fans who talked about the show.

People will tell me to just forget about it, to consider it non-canon or as something the Warners had to do as part of the script. I literally cannot. Have you ever wondered why all my headcanons are so close to canon? I have freaking OCD. I need everything to be in order, I need there to be a way to make sense of everything together. I can't just ignore certain parts of the show and pretend like they never happened.

I can't even make angst out of this. I can't explain it away in a fanfic or with theorizing. This is the only thing in Animaniacs I can say that about. That's how unforgivably bad it is. It just goes so completely against everything about the characters of the Warners and the spirit of the show that it might as well be foreign to it.

This will affect me for a long time. Some might look at this rant and think I care too much. Yes, I care too fucking much. Look at my blog, for God's sake. Being aware of that doesn't change how I feel. Normally, I try to be courteous. I try to give the reboot the benefit of the doubt, because I truly do value many of the things it's added to Animaniacs. In this case, I don't care. Fuck whoever wrote these lines. Fuck every single person who saw them along the way and gave them their approval. Congratulations on a job well done. This hurts my heart and it will continue to do so for years to come, if not my entire life. I am devastated.

#animaniacs #animaniacs season 3 #animaniacs 2020 #animaniacs reboot #animaniacs spoilers #animaniacs episode 8 #the warner siblings #yakko wakko and dot #cfposts

[anonymusbosch]

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car crash happened in front of me (I am fine and people involved are not hurt)

guy completely speeding and weaving thru traffic, I slow down cause I'm like "oh shit this is gonna go bad," and sure he spins out and crosses all the lanes and hits the side of the bridge seconds later

I'm just a few seconds behind. my partner calls 911 and I pull over to check if the driver's okay and see if there are any passengers, give first aid until the EMTs get there

airbags all blown. guy extracts himself. he's able to walk but really staggering and i try to get him to sit down. sometimes people are stumbling like that and they're super injured and they're running on adrenaline, in shock, no idea how injured they are. a previous accident I responded to there was a guy with head trauma bleeding down his face with no idea he was hurt. so I try to get him to sit down so I can check on him but he's not mentally there, he's stumbling so much he tips onto the guardrail and then I'm like "jesus" so I sit down and get him to sit and give me his info (entirely to get him off his feet) and he's just so intoxicated that he can't walk. he was walking like his leg was broken but he's just that smashed. and there's shrapnel all over the bridge. he hit two other cars, they're pulled over, the police are there holding back all the traffic behind us. Everyone in front of us kept going and everyone behind us is blocked by the police. and I try to start to leave because there's real first responders and this guy isn't bleeding and he tries to stop me - he's polite but he wants me to be a witness and I say "dude I saw you screaming down the right lane and weaving in traffic and totally spinning out" and he says "that guy cut me off!" and I say "listen, I didn't get hit, you're not hurt, I'm leaving" and he says some more stuff, he's not belligerent but he's drunk and scared and I want to leave, my legs are shaking and the sirens are loud, and I say I'll make sure the cops have my info, and I drive on and the cop ahead of me waves me down and I realize that oh fuck I left my wallet in the house. but I have a photo of my license and that's good enough and I give the cop my name and phone number and license number and drive off the empty bridge with nothing but the crashed cars and the flashing lights and my arms shaking just a little and I get off the bridge as soon as I can and pull over and stop the car and half start crying. and I dictate what happened in a voice memo and hold my partner's hand and sit there and shake for a minute until I can get my breath and legs beneath me and feel ok to drive the rest of the way home. and I just. this is the... fifth? time? I've responded to a crash that happened but it's the only one that happened while I was also driving. and I sometimes wonder what I would do in some emergency situation and I've learned that I don't necessarily keep my head on straight or pay attention to the right things but I *try* and I do respond. and this is just the first one where I've fully felt my body going haywire even when I'm keeping a cool head, felt my legs shaking like that, felt the bloodrush and the need to go cool off after.... blllaksjfbakla I am home safe and able to just shower and lie down. and I am very glad no one was seriously injured and I am very glad I saw what was about to happen and braked and I am very glad I wasn't 10 seconds further along the road. and I am just. glad to be home

also like last night i got a drink at the bar planning to dance for a while and then pick up my partner to go home and it was wayyyyy stronger than expected so I had to be like "sorry babe I'm gonna need to wait this one out" and ended up taking like an extra full hour (on top of the planned amt of time) and then some before I was 100% good. and so we didn't get enough sleep and were going home early today and I roped us into an extra. 45 mins of delay. with the responding to the crash. and so i am not good at getting partner home early these last couple days. but for. reasons

#what should i tag this #uh #alcohol #car crash #blood #(mention) #injury

[cornerofhell]

A small BarclayPierce writing based on @streets-in-paradise 's prompt

"-And then he locked me in the padded cell. The cops didn't think I did any of the murders so they let me out..."

Nica and Andy sat on the porch of the cabin in the woods, sharing stories as they watched the sun set in the cool October air. Nica had just gotten off the phone with Gigi, Tiffany was gonna die hopefully painfully, it just seemed like things were getting better... By telling sad stories.

As Andy finished up the tale of when he'd seen Nica possessed, he stared out into the wilderness, the orange leaves blowing by with a fierce wind. He originally was trying to avoid telling said story, but Nica had pressed him for it.

Nica sat in silence for a second, taking a drag from her cigarette before setting it down with her prosthetic. "You didn't hesitate?"

"For a second as he talked to me, I did. I didn't even know you were alive, throughout the years when he hunted me down I never really had an idea of what happened to the other person. I thought he was just fucking with me because it was well...."

"Just my body?" Nica finished the sentence with a dry chuckle, looking over at the man in the lawn chair.

Andy nodded, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand. "I guess I assumed you were already dead and he would just ruin your life more." "Yeahhh." Nica nodded, looking back out to the afternoon air.

The silence spoke for itself. They both knew how much Nica had been screwed over by Chucky and Tiffany both, it didn't have to be re-explained.

The quiet seemed to go on for hours until Andy finally spoke. "I'm sorry."

Nica looked confused before realizing and automatically opened her mouth "Andy, no, it's okay-"

"No! I was there to save you- I thought I could save you, and I failed. For a long time, years. Your trial, your possession, everything with Tiffany, you needed someone. Someone who knew... And I wasn't there... I... I'm sorry."

The woman listened to every word of the man's apology, a sad look upon her features. But she understood... The guilt of who you didn't save us always there. Gently as she could, she rested one of her hooks atop Andy's hand. The bearded man looked up at his roommate, his remorse spread all over his features. He hadn't expressed emotions a lot due to holding it all in, but this time it was coming out a bit.

"Hey... This isn't your fault. None of it is. You shouldn't even be going through this bullshit in the first place, neither of us should. And you tried anyway. That's helping enough. To know someone was willing to take down that son of a bitch and crazy bitch to help people is victory in my eyes." Nica pointed at him with her other hook, "And even then... Andy look around. You did save me. This is the happiest I've been in a while. You haven't failed a damn thing yet."

Andy blinked a little in surprise at the speech he was given. The guilt was still there, as it always would be, but the words had a small comfort to them. Nica was happy here? She felt... Safe? Was that.... All he could do now? Make her feel safe?

"... I'm uh, still pretty sorry, but I'm glad you... I'm glad you're happy."

Nica nodded and smiled a little bit, leaning back against her own lawn chair, removing her prosthetic from Andy's hand to give him space. Andy too leaned back as they watched the last of the sun's rays disappear. The quiet was back.

"Yeah... Though... I would be happier if you learned how to cook." Nica gave a small tease, a sly smirk on her features, referencing their dinner of fruit loops.

The Barclay gave a snort of a laugh in reply to the tone change, using his beer to point in her direction. "Sorry I didn't learn like Gordon Ramsay in military school."

The Pierce let out a laugh- the first in a while, picking up her cigarette. "Maybe it's my time now to save you, then."

"Maybe."

#horror #child's play #childs play #horror movies #andy x nica #andy barclay #nica x andy #nica pierce #fanfic #barclaypierce #ship

[magdalena-writes]

Companion part 25 the end

A big thank you to the people who reblogged, liked, or commented on this series. I didn't start out with it being this long, but I'm glad people like it.

Please feel free to use the concept of companion and tag me in it!!

Tag: @starfields08000

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The amount of meetings that Samaria had been in was enough to make her scream.

First she kept meeting with cops, then her lawyers, several different school boards, and now she had another meeting with the President of the university, the Dean of students, and the Student President.

"It has been decided due to the shocking evidence you have brought forth, that Mason Alecen will be expelled from the University. We have also voted to allow you to keep Companion 2369, now called Lena, on campus with you." The President continued to speak, but Samaria was too stunned to really process it. Lena could stay with her!

"Of course you will have to file the appropriate paperwork with the government, and I imagine there will be questions regarding her breed, but the University has deemed she is not a threat and may stay." The Dean of students had taken over the discussion.

Samaria thanked them all, and she felt a relief off of her chest.

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Lena was just as stressed as Samaria. She wasn't allowed inside the meetings, so she was left outside with a toy. Jason was there to keep an eye on her, but he didn't let her go far.

She paced the path her leash let her take and she bit down on the silicone toy she'd been given with a growl. It squeaked helplessly and that cheered her up a bit.

So much had happened to her in the past few weeks. She had to be evaluated by a lot of different doctors, and was given a new collar. Samaria kept going to meetings without her, but she said that her old master was in trouble. What pleased her the most though was that that bastard was left scarred from her bites. If she had her way she would have torn his arm off, but she'd settle for scars. Now he'd always be reminded of that night.

Samaria had come out, and she was beaming. "I get to keep you on campus pup!" Lena rushed towards samaria with such force that the leash ripped out of Jason's hands. She slammed into Samaria and the two held each other close.

Jason sighed. "So what happens now?"

"For starters he's expelled. My lawyers are certain he'll go for a settlement if it keeps him out of jail. Which is a pitty. I would have loved to have seen him behind bars. Even now he's on house arrest." Samaria snorted as she ran her fingers through lenas hair.

"What about Lena?"

"I'll file papers with the government to take ownership of her. For now it is just a temporary claim, and she can stay with me."

Lenas tail wagged as hard as it could when she said that.

They stood and talked for a bit longer, but eventually parted ways. "Come on Lena. Let's go home." Samaria unclipped her leash once they were outside. She shifted and barked happily, jumping between piles of snow and licking Samarias hand as they walked home together.

#whump #whumptober #writing #pet whump #companion

[rocketturtle4]

Not Me Eps 10-12 (of 14 turns out) I am drowning in study, have an update.

If anyone reading this wonders why I have disappeared off their dash or out of their notes it's not you it's me, PhD is breathing down my neck and I am barely running fast enough so I'll be back more in December!...or maybe January 😅

@plantsarepeopletoo @anon451 @shouldiusemyname @thegalwhorants @wen-kexing-apologist @slayerkitty @fanfictionroxs @pandasmagorica

I watched these three one at a time so ep 10 was a while ago now but the plan is to watch the final (actual final) 2 together so I figured I should scream again about how much I love this show before I finish it.

I LOVE IT FOLKS

Ep 10 was rough!

*racks brain for what happened in ep 10*

*checks screenshots*

*one single screenshot from ep 10...*

this is the downside to watching with people...can't pause for screenshotting and I didn't double watch this ep oops

I'm pretty sure this is the ep where:

Black goes back to being Black and breaks Seans heart and beats him up

Dan joins them

White pretends to be Black while seeing his mother but his mother realises anyway.

They all get shot at/actually shot

White saves Sean (and he's EVEN MORE CONFUSED)

...wait do I not even have screenshots from the post saving stuff? That's just wrong.

I will rectify it but this update will be light on screenshots!

I still had questions about Todd and Black here about what happened to them but ep 11 answered those questions!! Even if I spent all of ep 10 and 11 waiting for White and Black to be in the same room as the gang or someone to figure it out or SOMETHING and FINALLY Ep 11 was like....

WAIT

The care screenshots were Ep 11!!

Also before this was the Todd/Black confrontation and their back story was SO interesting. Todd thinking he could use the power, Black wanting to take down the power entirely. SO many Layers I LOVE IT

In some ways I think Black betrayed Todd more than the other way round but really the nuance of it all is fascinating.

And obviously Todd putting Black in a coma trumps that...

BUT THEN EP 12

The HANDCUFF FIGHT

The Brothers!!

THE CHASE?!!

Sean was so desperate GAH I LOVE THEM

Seriously I love them so much I wasn't even mad First was only in this episode for like...3 minutes.

I just want to sit there and stare at them

(Anyone watching Venus? It's really good)

Sean is so loyal and so true, White trying to stay away and regretting it, making his brother understand, making Sean understand.

I am so glad I watched Theory of Love before this or I might have been tempted to go looking for more OffGun and then I'd be watching ToL after this and just...no

Super excited for Cooking Crush now though!!

The Twin connection making Black cry and choke, THE TWINS COMING TO AN UNDERSTANDING

Black being determined to take down Todd while Sean is so determined to take down Tawi has got me SO CURIOUS for the last two eps, I mean we had the drug operation (and Sean using that as leverage to get White to introduce himself lol). But Todd clearly still cares for Black and Black is so opaque because he's been in a coma for most of this and his character before and his actions after, they just seem so focused but without...nuance?

And I doubt this show is going to end without nuance, the protests are rising and the gang are finally a team, there's a plan and cops and AHHHHH

I don't know... I need to finish it (maybe this weekend...maybe in three weeks time)

I have no idea if I am going to have complex thoughts when I am done. But the way this show is exploring these complexities, the law, the privellege, the power, the idealism. It's so fascinating.

OH another thing this ep

Sean tried to get the cop to shoot himself! And then Gram showed up (finally lol, felt like he'd wandered off somewhere...) just in time to give that whole speech that essentially boiled down to: an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

...I really want my little brother to watch this show.

I can't wait to see what happens with it all, I am going to have to go meta searching after I am done...and after I am done drowning in study probably

Predictions?

Todd and Black are going to come to some kind of mutual ground

no idea about Tawi, taken down maybe? but not by them exactly, but the public maybe, although the law probably needs to come into it

Gram Eugene Black love triangle? Honestly don't know (and my pick Black/Gram is out soooo... probably Gram/Eugene if they choose to resolve it

MORE YOK/DAN (*manifesting*)

will Dan be discovered and fired?

WHAT ABOUT THE PARENTS? we haven't heard from the dad in ages??

Also Whites whole actual career arc...?

Hope you're all doing well!!

(also the music in this show, it's on point!!)

#Not Me #Not Me the series #rturts is wondering #roc plays catch up