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proximasc0rner · 6 months

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Hatchetverse theory/headcanon: the lords in black are monsters of our own creation.

So. In a previous post, I mentioned that the LiB might have ages in that they're born of some kind of evil, with Wiggly being the oldest "sin" for lack of a better word. And I think I like that idea the more I think about it! So, just for fun, I'm making a list of them from oldest to youngest:

Wiggly - Wrath. I- I think this one is kinda self explanatory I mean his name is LITERALLY Wiggog Y'Wrath what else do you want from me here- but in all seriousness, I think it fits. The oldest evils humans have known have existed because of wrath. The desire to hurt others due to a sense of justice or entitlement, or even just because one was having a bad day and needed to take it out on someone. Tale as old as time.

Nibbly - Nibbly. Where to start with you. I don't want to go with the basic-ass "gluttony" thing, sooooo... I think with Nibbly, it's more abstract than that. Humans don't just hunger for food-- they hunger for power. Power over themselves, power over some others, or, god forbid, power over entire groups and nations. Hunger for the prize. Hunger for fulfillment. I think we see this demonstrated really nicely in Honey Queen! But yeah, I think this abstract "hunger" is also something primal, like wrath. I wouldn't be surprised if Nibbly and Wiggly came into existence at the same time, but Wiggly just kinda took over.

Tinky - Sadism. YES I AM ONCE AGAIN GOING FOR THE EASY CHOICE SUE ME. Anyhoo, I personally think that Tinky came into existence with the first real atrocity. Not murder over an argument. Not an act of desperation. Just an act of cruelty for cruelty's sake. Sometimes I wonder why I like him so much. WHATEVER I BELIEVE IN BASTARD OF TIME AND SPACE SUPREMACY.

Blinky - This one was tough, but I think I got a semi-satisfying answer (for me anyway): I think Blinky represents the evil that is being a bystander. Like, someone commits a great evil and destroys someone's life in front of a crowd, and all the people just... watch it happen. They don't step in or intervene. They simply allow this evil individual to keep being evil, thereby becoming accomplices in that way. Again, wouldn't be surprised if Tinky and Blinky were twins, because I think atrocities and bystanders unfortunately go hand in hand.

Pokey - Exhibitionism! No wonder he's the youngest-- while vanity and desperately trying to gain the approval of others has been a thing for a very long time, I think that once better forms of communication and presenting yourself to the world (cough cough the internet cough cough) is when things really would've taken off. Everyone wants their voice to be the loudest. Everyone wants to be a star. So everyone puts on a show for everyone else as they desperately try to claw their way to the top.

But yeah. That's my idea of it. The lords in black are a threat, and we've got nobody but ourselves to blame.

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livwritesstuff · 3 months

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I’m not going to lie I’ve been thinking nonstop about Grey and Moe and the tiktok you said they would be as like an unaware couple. How do you think Moe’s family reacts when they finally realize they’ve been into each other the whole time? Like is anyone shocked or was it kinda understood what was happening to everyone but Moe and Grey? I live for this AU and think about it way too much to be normal.

i am also thinking about this ‘verse way too much. i have so many other things i’d love to be working on but i simply cannot because this is the only thing i ever want to write

Anyhoo, yeah, Moe and Gray getting together is a surprise to no one except for Moe. Steve had seen that shit coming since they were in middle school, and Eddie caught on not too long later.

Gray knew too – I feel like it’s a Gray fell first, Moe fell harder situation, where Gray realized they had a crush on Moe sometime in high school, but given how they never felt safe coming out to their parents while still living under their roof, the Harrington house was one of very few spaces where they could be 100% Gray without having to hide anything. “Selfishly” (because it’s not actually selfish, but it might feel that way at sixteen-years-old) Gray wanted to preserve that more than they wanted to risk what could be lost if Moe didn’t feel the same way.

Moe, on the other hand, had no idea. I was watching Clueless the other day and realized that she’s kind of like Cher if you dialed the bubbliness all the way down and the logic/reason all the way up. She’s a schemer, she’s always got something going on, and she’s got a seriously chronic case of tunnel vision, so she doesn’t always notice even very obvious things happening around her if it isn’t the exact thing she’s focusing on. Given that Gray had been a constant fixture in Moe’s life since kindergarten, Moe didn’t really think too much about what exactly she was feeling about Gray until the utterly in love with them basically smacked her in the face.

They finally started dating during their last year of college and, in true Moe fashion, she forgot to tell anyone. Steve and Eddie had to find out from Robbie (who only knew because she was living with both of them at the time).

Steve, during a routine call with Robbie: What's Moe up to tonight?

Robbie: She and Gray went out to dinner somewhere for their anniversary, I think.

Steve: *looks at Eddie for any sign he knew about this*

Eddie, just as clueless: Uhh...what??

(Eddie proceeded to torture what restaurant they were at out of Robbie and called to cover their bill, and then he made the hostess put Moe on the phone to congratulate them)

On the whole, though, everyone was thrilled about it. Eddie had always joked that Gray was his favorite child, and Steve liked to say that he wishes he could declare them as a fourth kid for the extra tax break at the end of the year. Gray had already been practically another member of the family, so Moe and Gray getting together didn’t change anything other than making that official.

#robbie def got stuck in the middle of moe and gray’s painful pining just like robin had to deal with the same from steve and eddie #truly living up to her namesake #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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katyawriteswhump · 2 months

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The power of love, part 10 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near-death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12

Contains mild kink (under-negotiated and going slightly wrong—all for plotty purposes, honest!)

(also on AO3 here)

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Steve POV continued

“You sure about this, Stevie?”

“What part of ‘let’s do this’ do you not get?”

Steve unwinds himself from Eddie. He peels his sweater over his head then glances down at the bandages… Screw it, can’t think about it now.

“Damn,” breathes Eddie, apparently drooling too hard to care. “I totally dreamed about this, when I luuuuurved to hate you. Okay, hate is kinda overkill but—”

“Yeah, I was a douche. Blah, blah, blah.” Steve shivers lightly, pitches the sweater at Eddie, who totally fails to catch it. “If this is some freak show revenge kink—”

“Wasn’t like that—seriously, you have no idea. It was, uh…” Eddie ventures closer. Under the quivering beams of the flashlight, his dark eyes seem impossibly large and liquid. “I used to watch you in the pool—you were so disgustingly squeaky clean. I wanted to drag you into the deepest, darkest recesses of my dungeon-master mind and, ahem…”

“I needed bringing down a peg?” Steve gets right in Eddie’s face.

“Not even that.” Eddie’s deadly serious. “Just wanted you aaaaall for myself.”

Steve smirks—best way to disguise the candy-ass swirl of butterflies in his belly—then steps back and spreads his arms. “I’m all yours. Knock yourself out.”

Eddie gets some rope, hooks it over a high beam, and climbs on a crate to fasten it in place. He then plants a palm on Steve’s bare chest, backing him up against a wooden post. Steve smirks harder than ever, if only to distract himself—and Eddie—from the heart hammering insanely beneath Eddie’s hand. Jesus Christ, don’t think! Focus on the hotness.

Eddie reaches up to grab one end of the rope, loop it around one of Steve’s wrists. Steve tugs himself free: “You do know what you’re doing here, right?”

“Believe me, my uncle is worse than any overgrown boy-scout leader. Not sure he taught me knots and shit for exactly these purposes, but… anyhoo.”

“Okay. Got one condition. You get shirtless too.”

Eddie’s grin makes Steve ache in all sorts of fun places. “Guess I can indulge you, Babe.”

“Babe? I was a brat five minutes ago. Make yer mind up.”

Eddie flips the bird, turns away and strips. Steve lolls against the post, despite longing to drag his tongue over every salty inch of Eddie’s torso. Jesus, he never knew he had a shoulder and back kink, because… Gnnng! And those tats, stark against Eddie’s pale skin? As Eddie turns back, Steve drinks them all in. Even the goddamn bats, which should be scary as hell these days, are beyond intoxicating, and seem to dance and spin and…

“Ready now?” Eddie grabs the rope.

Steve fakes a yawn. “Getting old waiting, Munson.”

“You really are a brat, you know that? C’mon, gimme your hand.”

Eddie ties Steve’s right wrist with a loopy, hitchy knot. He tugs another part of the rope, suspending Steve’s wrist in the air above him.

“How ya doing, big boy?” Eddie grazes his fingers, feather-light, down the light stubble on Steve’s cheek.

“Never better.”

Steve swallows hard, offers Eddie his other hand. The exquisite concentration on Eddie’s face, the tip of pink tongue at the corner of his mouth, is hilarious. Eddie’s half-naked body is totally smokin’, and yet…

Steve’s eyes drift closed. Those butterflies in his stomach are fast transforming into a horde of angry wasps. He’s had his hands tied before, by the Soviets and… Dammit, is this really distracting him from anything? I DIED IN 1978. I DIED! His breaths come faster, shallower. Nevertheless, he bites his lip against asking Eddie to stop, to slow down even. Don’t spoil this, Harrington.

“Stevie, you sure you’re okay?”

As soon as his gaze meets Eddie’s, Steve’s anxiety fades a little, and he nods. He tugs lightly at Eddie’s handiwork, now complete, and a snigger he genuinely feels tugs the corner of his lips. While the ropes don’t dig in, he doesn’t think he could easily yank himself free.

Okay, this is definitely kinda hot. Like the channel of air between their bare chests, which honestly, steams like a sauna. He’s always been in control in sexual relationships, always taking the lead. Lately, yeah, it’s felt kinda dull almost, as if he’s been going through the motions. Now, his nerves still jangle, but simply losing himself again in Eddie’s soulful eyes, he’s getting a goddamn semi. He peeps down, and the strain at Eddie’s fly suggests he’s suffering the same.

“What you gonna do next, Munson?” he husks.

“Stevie, I… I…” Eddie steps back, plows all eight fingers deep into that lush hair. “Seriously, now I got you like this, I have no clue, other than I want to kiss you so bad.”

“I want that so bad too.”

Eddie kisses his own knuckles, dusts them across Steve’s lips, setting Steve squirming, keening even. His heart and his every goddamn fibre strain madly toward Eddie. Then an unexpected rumbling noise clamps those same fibres super-tight.

“Fuck!” Eddie’s half-lidded eyes stretch wide. “More choppers?”

“No… No. Sounds like a truck or something.”

“How?”

“Robin said there was a track, remember? Shit, shit, shit! Turn the flashlight off. Now.”

Eddie obeys. Pitch darkness slams down. “Fine,” says Steve, struggling to keep it together. “You gotta untie me, man.”

“Right. Yeah.”

Cold sweat carves rivulets down the back of Steve’s neck, soaking the hair as his nape, while Eddie fumbles at the rope. Eddie’s frantic, singsong voice unsettles Steve further: “Nooooo. Can’t see what I’m doing.”

“You tied the dumb things? How hard can it be!”

“Stop struggling. You’re making the knots tighter.”

“Oh.” Steve hadn’t realized he was doing that. “Sorry. Sorry.”

Eddie switches the flashlight back on.

“Are you insane?” hisses Steve.

“Not the expert I thought I was, okay? I’m gonna have to slice them. Don’t wanna slice you.” Eddie retrieves a flick-knife from his back pocket, starts hacking above Steve’s right wrist. “Aaaaargh! You blunted this thing slashing your way through that goddamn jungle.”

“Somebody had to carve a path for you two great wusses. Just… Don’t be a klutz.”

“Aaaaah, I suck at this, Stevie. I don’t like this. I don’t like this.”

Neither does Steve. An engine revs and grinds, waaaay too close. “Turn the stupid light off. Go! Warn Robin. She’s a heavy sleeper.”

“But—”

“DO IT!” Steve’s furious desperation hits home. Eddie kills the flashlight, leaving Steve tethered by the wrists. Totally helpless.

Calm down, calm down. Focus, Harrington. Free yourself and then you can help them.

He grits his teeth, tugs again at the ropes. They simply bite deeper into his flesh. Nevertheless, Eddie has sawed partially through the rope above his right wrist. He throws everything into that, shoulder and biceps burning, until…

Snap.

His right wrist flies free, and he slumps forward into the darkness. Which makes the bonds around his left wrist snare super-tight, like he was caught in an animal trap.

Ooow! Oh great, just great.

He staggers upright to slacken the remaining rope, gives it a single strenuous tug then pulls short, gasping. At this rate, he’s gonna squeeze his own goddamn hand off.

He hears murmured voices—Eddie? Robin? Two beams of dusky white light streak through the small windows of the cabin—headlamps!?!

His increasingly feeble struggles dry up. Whoever is coming is nearly here, and he wants to punch something, to kick something. Anything! He’d do anything to protect Eddie and Robin. Anything… Anything.

Giddiness swirls through his body like a mist. He’s nearly bent double, before the wrench through his shoulder revives him. Ow, Jesus! He scrambles to find his footing, to lighten the burden on his shoulder socket, though he’s still light-headed, his chest tight and shuddering. Are the army here? Have Robin and Eddie been taken? Oh God, oh God!

Something that feels like a mini lightning-storm consumes his brain, echoed by a deafening clap of thunder, and then…

Nothing.

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Eddie POV

Eddie dips around the wavering beams of the slowly approaching headlights. He dashes into the bunkroom, where Robin is asleep.

In the gloom, he grabs her shoulder, shakes her. “Robin!”

“Mind the kittens… Huh? Shit, sorry, dreaming. What the—”

Eddie flattens his hand over her mouth. “Someone’s coming,” he hisses.

“Shit-birds, what do we…” Robin sits up, slides to her feet. Her attention swings to Steve’s empty bunk. “Where is he?”

“Long story. Listen, you gotta run. Now. Hide.”

“Where? There’s only one way out.” Her arms flap everywhere. “Where’s Steve, Eddie?”

“Gonna get him. Come on!”

They sidle out of the bunkroom, keeping tight to the cabin and the shadows. The revs from the vehicle are hard-by. “Hide in the trees,” says Eddie. “Go.”

“Not without Steve! Where is… Oh my God, oh my God.”

Two headlight beams dazzle, as the vehicle enters the camp. A few fleeting heartbeats later, lightning forks across the sky, echoed by a deafening thunderclap. As Eddie and Robin charge deeper into the shadows, the heavens literally crack apart and a wall of rain slams down. Eddie sprints for the cabin where he left Steve, already soaked to the skin, no idea if Robin followed.

“Steve?” he whispers. “Steve! Shit! Shiiiiit!” Blundering in the dark, he discovers Steve’s completely out of it, dangling limply from one wrist. Eddie’s clumsily bracing his weight, when a flashlight sets him squinting, and a large figure blocks the doorway.

It’s all over.

Somebody roars, “What the hell is going on?”

It sounds like Chief Hopper.

Eddie’s so stunned that he almost lets Steve drop. Fortunately, Hopper is already there—or, at least, some tall, lean, mean-looking dude that resembles him. Whoever he is, he gets his arms around Steve, while elbowing Eddie out of the way.

“Eddie? What? Why? What did you do to him? How could you? HOW COULD YOU?” Robin, holding the light, sounds ten times angrier than the thunder.

“It… uh, it wasn’t like that.” Eddie wrings his sopping hair. “I can explain?”

“Save it, Munson,” mutters the Hopper-look-alike, who’s already produced a vicious-looking blade and is hacking Steve free. Then he scoops one arm under Steve’s knees, and with a grunt, he picks him up.

“You got beds somewhere?” asks Hopper. Robin nods, before leading the way out into the easing rain.

Part 11

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington whump #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #steve & robin #platonic stobin #stobin #stobin fic #stobin friendship #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction

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heaventree13 · 5 months

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How Jikook Found Me

Hi anyone who happens upon this!

**I'm going to preface this with the information that I don't know how to link stuff, embed etc, so hopefully my attempts to do so will work!!**

I've been thinking of doing a "how I discovered jikook" post forever, because I love coming across other's similar stories, and was inspired this morning by @jiminieloved post below:

We discovered jikook at pretty much exactly the same time, if in slightly different ways.

I first joined instagram around October 2019, after only being on facebook prior to that (I had started a twitter account at some point, but had never used it), and somehow the algorithm decided I would be interested in Larry Stylinson. I don't know why. I knew who One Direction were, but didn't really listen to them. I didn't know what a "ship" was, except for "Bennifer" and "Brangelina", and that's not even really the same thing, is it? Anyhoo- it turned out I was a bit of a Larry. They were adorable and what I saw was compelling at the time.

Then, of course, the algorithm started throwing in some other ships for my consideration, and along came the vmin ship videos.

I had no idea who they were at first. I had heard of BTS, vaguely recalled seeing them on some entertainment news program once, but (much to my chagrin, as I could have been listening to them earlier), hadn't paid attention. I'm embarrassed and a little ashamed to say I just remember they all had different coloured hair, were so impossibly pretty, and thought they were likely just a fad.

Don't hate me!! I would fight to the death for all 7 of them now!!!

But I digress! So, I thought vmin were so sweet. Nothing necessarily romantic there to my eyes, but I had an open mind about it, and I had never seen that kind of affection between males. I ate it up. I'm a 50 year old female (46 at the time), and from Canada, and this was so outside my personal experience. I adopted them into my heart. I watched everything I could find on instagram.

And then some stray jikook content started sliding in.

And I got worried. What about my vmin babies? Was my mischievous little V ( I didn't know him as Tae Tae yet) going to get his heart hurt? Of course, I was seeing stuff that had already happened years before in most cases, but all very new and "real time" to my heart, that was slowly turning a vivid purple without my knowledge 💜. But what I was seeing in jikook was quickly becoming undeniable in my eyes.

And I was blown away. My heart remembered what it was like to believe the stories I read and watched in romantic books and movies when I was young. I had decided that was all just the stuff of fiction, and that maybe I was a fool to have believed in it. But no- these two young Korean men were putting Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth to shame! In real life!! I had to slide over to YouTube. I had to start searching stuff like "the way Jungkook looks at Jimin":

And I was able to reconcile vmin and jikook for what I believe it is- no animosity, no competition (at least romantically) because it's two different kinds of love, both just as real. Not that I don't see moments in the content where I think our Tae Tae felt left out, but our babies (all seven of them) had all lived together and done everything together for so long, I think their relationships are not like anything most of us will ever experience or be able to fit into any tidy relationship categories. They are so much more than that.

Somewhere in my searches I found this excellent 3-part commentary by @mimiandkookie4607 :

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And this then this favourite by @themooniswaitingforus (who also makes some really beautiful song edits ,btw) :

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Then I started wanting to watch original content, so I joined WeVerse and VLive. And then of course, as will happen, I fell in love with all 7 of our amazing, hard working, passionate, talented, brave, fun, impressive young men. I will love and support them until they are old men (or at least much older, as I won't be around as long as I fervently hope they will).

There is more, of course. So much more, but I've run out of steam for today! I do want to say that I joined tumblr because of jikook, as well. I first discovered @dalloga through the Korean Perspective video (they haven't been active for a little bit, but it's worth it to go read their blog, for those who haven't), and then @stormblessed95, and went further down the proverbial rabbit hole from there.

Thank you for reading. Stay positive. Be kind. Seek out happy!

#jikook #kookmin #bts #vminkook #vmin #bangtan ot7 #Youtube

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preciouslittletoonette · 5 months

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I think it'd be cool if we got more diverse monsters in future Bendy games. Like, I got an idea of the different groups they could all fall into:

The Studio Workers/Gent Experiments (the monsters we have already e.g. The Lost Ones, The Searchers)

The "Toons" (we have the Butcher Gang yeah- but but! I have an idea I think would be SUPER COOL to include that would really up the potential gore factor in an unique way)

The Ink Humans (I WILL EXPLAIN THIS IN DETAIL AFTER THE TOONS)

Ok, so with the studio workers/GENT experiments, we already know. We're familiar with the Lost Ones intimately now thanks to Dark Revival having them EVERYWHERE & the Searchers. I think a lot of us have seen the latest teaser of the poor Lost One (?) trapped within a reverse bear trap-contraption. Love that. Chefs Kiss. I like to see more tortured Lost Ones. The teaser also showed us like what their skull looks like. I WANT TO SEE MORE! SHOW ME THE LOST ONE ANATOMY FOR LORE!!

Now... for the "Toons"

I had like this idea for toon monsters. I know we got like the Butcher Gang, but I want something a little more towards what Alice Angel is but more...

I took inspiration from media like Bendy: Dreams Come to Life book, the old concept of Ralph Bakshi's Cool World (back when it was meant to be a horror film) and a deleted scene of Who framed Roger Rabbit. Basically, the idea is having like a toon be physically attached to the human like a parasite. And both the human and toons are conscious, with the human trying the damndest to peel the toon off while the toon is trying to stay attached.

Kinda like this a little

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(Go to 3:03 to see what I mean)

The scene in Roger Rabbit is disturbing enough on its own, now imagine what Bendy could do with this!!

I don't necessarily want ACTUAL toon-toon monsters. Mostly because I don't want there to be a possibility of the Ink Demon being overshadowed. The Ink Demon's gotta be THE toon enemy. The Butcher Gang are fine, they're short and kinda on Searchers level of threat for most fans, especially if you came in from the Ink Machine era. If new toons are introduced (which I do want because I want the Bendy toon cast to be expanded too beyond the 6/7 characters we got currently)

Now for the Ink Humans. They're fairly simple. These would be the failed Audrey's! And- I like to think, once GENT discovers what Audrey is or has already known it- they could attempt to replicate Audrey. And these would end up being the most messed up looking humans because GENT can't make anything right. Could be very gorey. Very body horror-y.

Anyhoo, these are my ideas. When I say monsters, I don't always necessarily mean "enemies" we have to fight. They could just be like part of the environment or be neutral/friendly characters like Porter/Heidi. To expand the world of the studio more and show how the world inside the Ink Machine is growing and expanding beyond what Joey Drew had created.

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #batim #bendy #dark revival #ink machine #Youtube

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lovelyaces · 2 years

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You remembered

tasm!peter x reader

hi lovely people ! here's another cheesy little piece. (because who doesn't want words to feel like a big hug ?) anyhoo, i hope you'll like it wherever you are <3

love, ace 🌷

You were exhausted. Coming home after a long day of work and classes, you let yourself fall on your bed, where Peter was currently reading. Your eyes were closed and Peter instantly threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Rough day love ?” he asked softly as he closed his book.

“You have no idea.”

You opened your eyes, only to find him looking at you, brown eyes soft and full of concern.

“Oh no it’s okay Pete, really. Don’t worry about me.” , you extended your hand to smooth his worry away. He took your hand in his and kissed your palm. “What happened ?”

“It’s nothing...” you sigh, trying to find the words, “It’s just-, you know those days when you feel little and meaningless next to life ?” he nodded, “Well it’s just that. I know it’s silly but I feel down because I’m afraid I won’t make any difference in the end." You looked away for a brief instant. “Anyway, it will pass, it’s just a bad day.”

You didn’t want to sound whiny, so you chose to roll over, stand up and go get a glass of water.

“Want anything love ?” you asked Peter through the apartment. No answer. You tried again while walking back to your shared bedroom. “Pete ?”

“You believe a kind word or compliment goes a long way.” he stated, and then went silent for a while. He looked hurt, like his worry from earlier only intensified.

“Pete what-”

“You love singing and mouthing the lyrics when you’re in public.” he got up and stepped closer to you. “You have a soft spot for old couples you see at the park.” He was now mere inches away from you. “You enjoy stormy weather, especially when you see people walking fast to avoid being drenched.”

You were like hung to his every word, confused and not grasping the point of all of it, but listening to him intently.

“You’re afraid that you’ll never experience a great love story like those portrayed in books and movies. And lastly, because I could still go on for hours, you always make sure people feel comfortable in the group.”

“Pete... why-, what’s going on ?” you were on the verge of tears, your heart was blooming. He definitely knew how much you needed to hear those words, his thoughts, and he just hated to see you so upset.

“I don’t want you to ever think you’re not making a difference bug. You have an impact on a lot of people’s life, your family, your friends, your colleagues, me. You’re my whole life.” he was cradling your cheeks and rubbing his thumbs over them.

“I love you Pete.” you whispered as you put your hands over his.

“I can’t believe you remembered all this...” you chuckled wetly with tears now rolling down your cheeks.

“Well, it’s easy when it concerns your favourite person in the world.” he whispered while holding you close to his chest.

“Maybe. But it’s still remarkable, you have to admit I talk an awful lot.” you said giggling

“Nonsense, if you talked any less my day would be terribly dull. Plus, I think a good 90% of my brain is dedicated to you. Would be a shame to not use it.” he said, before kissing the top of your head.

You shook your head while smiling at his comment, before looking at him ardently.

“You’re wrong about one thing tho love.”

“What’s that ?” Peter raised an eyebrow, curious.

“I am not afraid of not having my great love story anymore.” You put your hands in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. “You are my greatest love story Pete.”

#tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield imagine #tasm peter parker

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year

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been a minute since i've answered yall asks, sorry about that. been having health issues again. sighs.

tw / tags: monster fucking, snake anatomy, breeding mentions

Do you have any thoughts about slime-like monsters? I personally find monsters with… unstable??? body structure quite interesting cuz of their potential lol. Like, even of they're slow and trembling like jittery jelly, once they have grip on you – you gone, whoops. Struggling r useless, u will only get urself deeper and you can't even do a lot to escape. And bonus points if they're kinda dumb, so by acting silly and goofy they're practically gaslighting lmao —anonymous

i actually have a musing in the work about that one!! its...been in my draft forever...whoops....i'll work on that in just a bit then.

but yes!! theyre also super versatile too! imagine if you have one as a pet...its going to make a pet out of you, oho rip darling.

I wonder how the 6 arms snake god eat. Does he just shallow his prey whole? chew them? Tear them apart then eat them piece by piece? I wonder what is his favorite part of his prey, and his less favorite. I imagine that some times, he eat messy, so reader clean the blood around his mouth with a clean napkin. —anonymous

i actually kinda imagine him opening his mouth like a snake would since he's no longer a human (w a pic below). but in the beginning, when he's still merging with the snake god, he'd probably start tearing his, ah, meals apart, yeah. i actually don't think his transformation was actually completed by the time he started his initial rampage + he wouldn't have any arm when he first started out too.

oh geez i can see him being super clumsy and floppy trying to learn how to move his new body. poor thing.

his mouth would be like this, maybe with bigger fangs tho. that said, i cant find the original source now :( so if any of you know who this may be by, lmk so i can link the artist!!

Hey-hey! Have you read Mieruko-chan by any chance? Maybe it's only me, but i find designs for ghosts from here rlly cool and some chapters can give some pretty cool concepts/ideas.

Gl on ur day! ✨ —anonymous

i actually have been keeping up with it! poor mc, she's trying her best...I'm crushing on the yandere tentacled head lady atm lol

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💖 — @berrychan03

dawwww <3 thank you!!! i'll be sure to spread them around~!

Your Jaguar Trube story is really good! I like it. Are you going to make the part 2 for it? —anonymous

im actually kinda stumped on how to continue this one mainly because of the breeding kink being the primary focus and the reader initially being gn. i feel iffy doing this to my fellow gn readers as well, as i don't wish to exclude them and i don't think im that good of a writer to pull off a gn smut.

i could just do two versions tbh because its a little different between if the reader is afab and if they're amab.

if afab, theyre actually kinda in for some bad time because there's so many males around, possibly around 30 to even 50, and there's a lot of dp to go around because they're sharing them.

if amab, there's not many females around at all, maybe around 4 young adult ones (with the rest being old ladies), though that's not to say the males wouldn't touch them because they def would though lol but i kinda imagined that being amab they wouldn't be in too high of demand and would be given breaks. plus, they don't have to worry about getting pregnant.

i'll take feedback regarding this matter though, so lmk your thoughts on how i should proceed!

anyhoo, gonna try and work on couple overdue commissions i got, but in the meanwhile, feel free to send in whatever (that is currently open lol) love ya bunches!

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered #☠️monster is whispering...#a momster's recommendation.🦇

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Dev Diaries

March 5th, 2024

So. We're 3 months into the new year. Huh.

Updates from me? I started a new job! I've been reading/catching up on a toooooon of manga lately (I'm also sloooooowly making my way through a nonfiction read and can't help thinking how Corey would heavily sympathize with me. Sigh.)

I also got another free month of Spotify (lol, I think I'm the only person I know who only uses the free plan because I'd rather spend that money elsewhere??) so I've been on a listening spree and flagging songs for a writing playlist I will use for the majority of the HSDJY 2 drafting process moving forward.

I still have yet to play BG3. My family gifted me the physical edition, so I've been impatiently waiting for it to ship out. It's been 84 years JFJEHFJHJF!!

Hmmm...nothing else interesting has happened to me (that I can publicly share ☠️) so on with the game development updates!!!!!

What Has Gemini Been Up To? -> TKD (again)

March 16th!!! Y'all, this is the deadline the team and I are working towards for a finished and published game 😭 unfortunately my plans for full voice work won’t be realized by then (but they will be realized. Just in a few months. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if y'all get the updated HSD 2 demo before the fully voiced TKD….)

What Has Gemini Been Up To? -> HSD:JY and Ko-fi

Ko-fi first!!

It’s only been a few months (since November??) but I’m super proud of my posting consistency! Granted, I’m a little anxious about how posts will look moving forward once I start moving major updates and general silliness to Tumblr. But. We shall cross the bridge when it appears.

March snuck up on me and I only have the free and any-paid-support ready, but the subbies are just There™️. That being said...when I'm quiet or posting non-Hummingbird content here, there's 99.9% chance I've made a free post on ko-fi.

Tumblr is looking like the other social media platforms right now with its flagrant support of AI, and it gives me a headache trying to decide how to keep everyone informed as well as share posts from my peers and new kids on the block. Anyhoo!!!

High School Daze goodies??

At the time of this post, a couple things have been happening that I haven't had the time (or the energy) to talk about. The obvious? HIGH SCHOOl DAZE: JUNIOR 2 HAS AN ITCH.IO PAGE!! I...have no idea when the full game will be out. I have an idea...but I don't want to say it and feel obligated to make that deadline just so I don't disappoint players. (I'm well aware that some people took one look at Crushed, went "Aww, that's nice, Gemini. Now where's HSD??" 🤣)

The first round of sprites have been commissioned!! If you peeped the key art (also done by my sprite artist, heehee she's lovely) you might notice some new outfits, some new hairdos. Fingers crossed I'll be able to update the page--to mirror the debut game's page--at the same time the new demo goes live (which will showcase all of or at least 75% of the common route of the full game. Stay tuned to find out if we'll focus on the friendship route or if I can defeat the Coding Monster to include all the variations for the romances too aha).

Writing wise? Five of the six total routes are outlined. (Florence's I've…barely started 🥲…this pre-production thing is kicking my ass). I’ve started drafting out the friendship route too, as seen by the random posts I’ve made about HSDJY 2. Well, a combination of friendship route + the common route with its lovely variations that aren’t a nuisance at all. Nope. *eye twitch*

I alsooooooo discovered that all the raw and edited music I created for HSD and for personal projects over the years using GarageBand were deleted. And I never backed them up. So. The tracks I made, the jingle for the splash screen, the main theme and it's 2 variations, and alllllll the little cute things I made that are as old as my own high school days are....gone.

Poof!

If I sound very calm about this, what an astute observation! But my anxiety is being used elsewhere, and I decided that I while I can't go back to the original files to tweak them, I've backed up the other files. And I don't mind starting from scratch with this.

But also y'all, please back up your shit. Please. Don't be caught slipping.

That poll I made a while back that now has results and I totally didn't forget about?? The boys won!! And I'm not surprised 🤣 I haven't decided yet if I'll do a live developer stream or a prerecorded one, but either way it'll happen closer to October, the 2nd anniversary date.

What Will Gemini be Up To?? -> Rest?!?!?

I assumed a lot of things about what would be done or not done by March, and that led me to loosely block out March as a 'rest' month. I wouldn't work on any projects, and instead would read, play console and computer games, and basically take the break I didn't take in December.

Well. The Knight Dance is still in production. And I commissioned sprites earlier than expected. And I didn't plan enough ko-fi content to be scheduled in my absence. LOL and I started a new job!? 🥹

But!!! But but but, I do need to take some type of break so I'll do my best to be scarce in this space (and lower the temptation to work because I see y'all are working LOL). Cool? Cool!

- Gemini 💛

#gamedev rambles #gamedev #high school daze: junior year 2 #the knight dance #game development #and now we're all caught up!!#yaaaaaay...

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Our Little Librarian

hello everyone, long time no see!!! this is my first fic written since march (!!!!) thanks to the fact that i’ve had the biggest reading and writing block for ages now, but seeing everyone upload stories for rowaelin month motivated me to write a fic of my own. hopefully i’ll be able to put aside some time to read all your fics before work gets too crazy with christmas (the joys of working retail lol).

anyhoo, this is for Day 12: Rowaelin in the library Rowan gifted Aelin. it’s nothing but fluff which i hope you enjoy!

cw: pregnancy

It was half past two in the morning when Rowan woke suddenly, the open balcony doors letting in the fresh spring air. Sitting up, he examined his surroundings.

Norrin was sound asleep in his room across from his and Aelin's chambers, and he did not hear anything coming down the hall from Elentiya's bedroom.

It was his mates snoring that was absent, and her warmth.

Aelin often suffered from sleepless nights during her pregnancies and with their third child only two months away from being born, his Fireheart was getting less and less sleep lately.

But he knew that there would only be a few places she would be at this time of night—if she wasn't in the children's chambers, then she would either be in the kitchen making a feast (and an even bigger mess) or the library.

Lately, he had been finding her in the library, so he got out of bed and put on his slippers, checked on Norrin and once Rowan was satisfied that his son was sleeping peacefully and quietly, the King Consort left for the library.

It was one of Aelin's favourite places in the castle. And while the library was open to the public, she saw it as her place, her sanctuary, much like the Queen's Garden.

Although, truth be told, the Queen's Garden wasn't as peaceful as it used to be, not with two rambunctious toddlers that were half hellions and half angels (not that Rowan or Aelin would change anything about them—though they could live without the never ending trail of crumbs that followed them).

On silent, slippered feet Rowan made his way to the library, the scent of books both new and old making their way towards him as he stepped inside the magically lit up space, the swirls within the scones multiple shades of golds, reds and oranges.

Rowan heard Aelin's voice speaking softly, but he knew that she was talking to none other than her ever-growing belly as she often did during her pregnancies.

Rowan found his Queen within their special spot reserved only the for Queen and King of Terrasen, a space that Rowan had built with privacy in mind; the walls lined with built in shelves for Aelin and Rowan to have their favourites surrounding them, a midnight blue velvet sofa big enough for four stacked with pillows and blankets, a stained glass window to let in the sunlight, and a small wooden table with chairs. Aelin was often added more things to make it homely, the space often transforming to suit his mate's new found tastes and ideas.

The tension Rowan was unaware he was carrying, melted away when his eyes landed on Aelin. Her hair was braided away from her face, her Ashryver eyes dull thanks to the dark bags that marred her skin. Her hand glided up and down her belly, and the rest of her was covered with blankets and piled high against the pillows.

Rowan joined her on the sofa, lifting her legs and placing them in his lap. “What are you reading tonight?”

“Poetry,” she said, glancing at him, “all day the baby has been wanting me in here, reading what has to be the most droll poems I've ever come across. I think he's trying to convince me to give birth in here.”

Rowan smiled, a soft one that not many got to witness. “Our little librarian,” he said, it was their nickname for the third child, because ever since the cravings kicked in, Aelin didn't consume weird food combinations or body products (like the brief time during her second pregnancy, his mate had strangely wanted to eat chamomile soap), but had craved to read all manner of books all the time, no matter how many important meetings or events they had to go to—the library was where this baby wanted to be, and Aelin was more than happy to indulge him.

“Droll the poetry may be, but how is our little librarian taking to it?”

“He's loves it, since I've been reading nothing but the same book all night,” she said, a yawn escaping her as she finished. Rowan frowned as he really took in her dark circles, the slight stiffness in her shoulders as she absentmindedly fiddled with the book pages.

“Let's go to bed,” Rowan said, standing up and holding his hands out. Aelin placed the book at the end of the sofa and took his hands, the blankets falling to the ground in a graceless heap.

“That is a good idea,” Aelin agreed, nestling against her mate's side. “But when the babe kicks me awake because I've stopped reading to him, I'm blaming you.”

Rowan kissed Aelin's temple, breathing her in. “As long as you get a decent nights sleep, I'll take on any complaint you want to throw my way.”

“I'm keeping that in mind for the next thousand years, buzzard.” Aelin looked at him then, and smiled at the reminder of the blessed years that they were to have.

Rowan kissed her then, his free hand on her belly, as joy flowed through them both.

“To whatever end, Fireheart,” he said against her lips.

“To whatever end, buzzard,” Aelin said laughing as Rowan nipped her lips, and planted dozen of kisses up her glowing face.

~~~

That glowed remained for the reminder of the night and day, and shone even brighter when two months later she held their third son in her arms for the first time, Rowan's pine green eyes bright with love and adoration.

#rowaelin #my work #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelinscourt #rowaelinmonth2022

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hi!! you said in tags on a recent post that they were foreshadowing something happening to eddie! could you pls tell me when you thought this, as i’m intrigued lol

Hello anon! 🥰

You're going to think I'm delulu by the end of this. If you don't already lol 😅

For starters, 9-1-1 loves playing the long game when it comes to foreshadowing. Eddie's shooting and the lead up to his breakdown started in his first episode.

I mean, we had "I've just done it while people are shooting at me is all" in 2x01 and "At least nobody's shooting at us" in the crossover. And! Eddie's insistence that the universe does not scream.

All the military related accidents and the entirety of the Shannon arc and 3x15 and... pretty much everything that happened to that poor man lead to his breakdown.

But the foreshadowing for what I thought was going to happen (which didn't 😕) started in 4x14 with none other than the legal guardian conversation.

I mentioned that I thought something was going to happen to Eddie and/or Chris. Like with the shooting, whatever that something is has been building for a few seasons.

Now, I love the legal guardian thing. There's so many layers to it, not to mention how they look at each other through the whole thing. It's a declaration of love. However! It's also a bad omen.

Eddie Diaz, Mr. Prove To Me Something Is Real And I'll Believe It, keeps jinxing himself. Even speaking the will into existence is a bad idea™. These writers don't normally bring something up and then forget about it. And I would say making your best friend the father of your child if you aren't there is a pretty big thing to just leave hanging!

Eddie didn't even plan on telling Buck about it until the shooting. He waited an entire year??? For something that important? In short, the writers included it for a purpose beyond an aborted love confession.

Anyhoo. That's sign one.

Season 5 we can put aside, because it was a whole other thing.

Season 6 was where the most foreshadowing came in. I think it all really started in 6x07. Even Eddie, by the like third(?) accident Felisha had, commented on the fact that he might be cursed. At the end of the episode, at the beach, he gets a call from Abuela. The framing of that shot (I really wish I could make gifs right now. Thankfully I found a set) shows Eddie in focus with Chris at the forefront. As Eddie asks "what does she say about my future?" in regards to Abuela's curandera, the focus shifts to Chris. To me, that meant something would happen to Eddie and have the guardian thing come up again.

Then, in 6x15, Eddie and Chris go to see Shannon (I thought that was really nice, btw, it was sweet). Then his mother is pestering him to come visit. He talks to her twice I believe (haven't rewatched that episode in a while, the cemetery scene haunts me 😅). Anyway, when he talks to her at the end of the episode, he says "we'll figure something out. Okay? We got time."

Refer to my earlier statement. Eddie keeps jinxing himself!

The entire episode, there was something ominous about it. The old lady, "we're all gonna die alone," Shannon, etc. It just felt... eerie, I suppose.

I expected the season 6 finale to satisfy the foreshadowing. I heard they rewrote the ending thanks to them not being sure if the show would be picked up by another network (THANK YOU ABC!) Anyway. Something tells me that the original plan was to severely hurt the fathers on the team. Chim, Bobby, and Eddie were all in serious danger.

The time jump at the end kinda sucked. To me, the finale felt a little... discombobulated. I think that maybe, even though 911 doesn't do this, they intended for season 6 to end on a cliffhanger. Any or all three of them could've still been in danger or clinging to life when the episode ended. It would've been more satisfying, honestly.

Anyway.

I just think they hinted a little too much at this. It could be that it just hasn't happened yet and there's still more foreshadowing to go. Maybe in season 7, Eddie could be missing and presumed dead or injured badly enough to have Buck step in for Chris (in a much more concrete parental role.)

#911 #eddie diaz #s6 #s7 #ask response #anon ask #i kept finding little details to keep piling on but I resisted!

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Twilight Meta Review—Chapter 17-19

In which Billy Black does a last-minute cockblock, Charlie a last-minute dadblock, Edward continues to act like the slut he is, and Bella watches a vampire baseball game. Oh, and some non-vegetarian vampires arrive. One of them shows interest in her and Edward really lets his monster side out. Cue thriller plot. Spoilers

Chapter 17: Edward’s A Whore and Plays Vampire Baseball

Billy Black is back!!! I appreciate him a lot more now, though I’ve always liked his character. He was just being concerned for Bella.

His eyes flickered back to the porch, and then he leaned in to swiftly kiss me just under the edge of my jaw. My heart lurched frantically, and I, too, glanced toward the porch. Billy’s face was no longer impassive, and his hands clutched at the armrests of his chair.

Poor guy. Having to be witness to the vampire and his human girlfriend together—and right in front of his salad, at that. White people, Is2g

His eyes narrowed. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “It is none of your business.”

Bella chose this moment to be savage!!! Man, poor Billy. On the other hand, Bella is beginning to show her fierce protectiveness when it comes to the people she loves. I remember she really wanted to tear into Sam when she thought he was harming Jacob, she was so angry.

Anyhoo, Charlie returns and Bella finally tells him that she is dating (ha) Edward.

“He’s too old for you,” he ranted.

“We’re both juniors,” I corrected, though he was more right than he dreamed.

“Wait…” He paused. “Which one is Edwin?”

CHARLIE THOUGHT BELLA WAS DATING EMMETT, I CAN’T. Emmett would have loved that. I guess he forgot or didn’t know about Emmett and Rosalie.

Anyhoo, Edward arrives and Charlie gives him the dad talk.

“So I hear you’re getting my girl to watch baseball.”

All right, movie, you get points for that. Billy Burke was great. The book doesn’t lean into that bit of social comedy, unfortunately.

“You smell so good in the rain,” he explained.

“In a good way, or in a bad way?” I asked cautiously.

He sighed. “Both, always both.”

Put a pin on that.

Anyway, they take Emmett’s monster Jeep but Edward plans to run the rest of the way. Bella balks, remembering how dizzy she got the first time. Edward persuades her otherwise in the most sluttish way possible.

He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.

“Are you still worried now?” he murmured against my skin.

Two words: Cut. Tease.

Then he took his face in his hands almost roughly, and kissed me in earnest, his unyielding lips moving against mine.

There was really no excuse for my behavior. Obviously I knew better by now.

No, no, no, no, NO, you will not blame yourself, Bella! This is all on this cock, right here. You do not tease a flesh-and-blood seventeen-year-old girl and kiss her like that. The real problematic(tm) shit of this series, I swear.

(Non-joking joking aside, it’s so nice to see Edward just letting loose like this. He’s beginning to act more like the age he is frozen at, clearly. I approve).

“Damn it, Bella!” he broke off, gasping. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will.”

You’re a fucking whore, Edward. Own it and be proud.

So of course Bella gets miffed that Edward gets miffed, but Edward, it turns out, isn’t angry at her.

He put his hands carefully on both sides of my face. “I infuriate myself,” he said gently. “The way I can’t seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to—”

I placed my hand over his mouth. “Don’t.”

He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.

“I love you,” he said. “It’s a poor excuse for what I’m doing, but it’s still true.”

Page 366, with less than a third to go. Not that it really needed to be said—that is a mark of a good romance, that you don’t have to—but the employment of the phrase can still be powerful and meaningful. “You are my life now” is still Edward’s true declaration, but this is well-positioned too.

Anyhoo, time for vampire baseball! The movie of course made it all try hard and corny (they even had uniforms! Ew, no). But it seems the Cullens are just in their regular clothes—Bella mentions they don’t even have gloves. All in all, a very casual outing. They even “razzed each other like any street ballplayers.” Would have liked to have seen that properly onscreen. But fun time is quickly over.

Chapter 18: Non-Vegan Vampires and Bella’s Smart Plan

James, Victoria, and Laurent arrive! Here is where the Twilight antis call the actual plot starting. Lol. No, this is merely the latest obstacle to Bella and Edward’s love story. The internal conflict has been (mostly) resolved, which means it’s time for the external conflict to come into play.

Their gait was catlike, a walk that seemed constantly on the edge of a crouch. […] Without any seeming communication between them, they each straightened into a more casual, erect bearing.

Would have liked to have seen that on screen. The three actors for the wild vampires were fine, though, looked their parts and everything. I don’t recall if Laurent had a slight French accent in the movie, though.

Laurent seemed to catch my scent less powerfully than James, but awareness now dawned on his face.

“You brought a snack?” he asked, his expression incredulous as he took an involuntary step forward.

Nobody:

No one:

Absolutely zilch:

Movie Twilight: *James exaggeratedly sniffs, Ahhs to a score swell* You brought a snack. 🤤

Anyhoo, Laurent manages to defuse the situation (of the “bad” vampires, he is clearly the best), but of course James is the actual leader and he has already made up his mind. Edward is beside himself in fury and fear.

“Listen to me, Alice. I saw his mind. Tracking is his passion, his obsession—and he wants her, Alice—her, specifically. He begins the hunt tonight.”

The metaphor is getting a little too obvious, isn’t it? Just bobbing up gently into text before sinking back down to subtext. But here is where Bella truly shines.

“Listen,” I pleaded. “You take me back.”

“No,” he interrupted.

I glared at him and continued. “You take me back. I tell my dad I want to go home to Phoenix. I pack my bags. We wait till this tracker is watching, and then we run. He’ll follow us and leave Charlie alone. Charlie won’t call the FBI on your family. Then you can take me any damned place you want.”

They stared at me, stunned.

“It’s not a bad idea, really.” Emmett’s surprise was definitely an insult.

Bella having zero brain cells, clearly. No thoughts in that wee lil’ head of hers. -.-

So yes, the plan is all Bella’s. I don’t even remember if the film gives her that credit or if it decided to screw over Stewart in this way as well. But it’s very interesting that it is Bella who has come up with the plan, not the others.

Emmett looked at me, insultingly surprised again. “Edward, listen to her,” he urged. “I think she’s right.”

“Yes, she is,” Alice agreed. […]

I tried to be persuasive. “Hang out here for a week—” I saw his expression in the mirror and amended “—a few days. Let Charlie see you haven’t kidnapped me, and lead this James in a wild-goose chase. Make sure he’s completely off my trail. Then come and meet me. Take a roundabout route, of course, and then Jasper and Alice can go home.”

I could see him beginning to consider it.

“Meet you where?”

“Phoenix.” Of course.

“No. He’ll hear that’s where you’re going,” he said impatiently.

“And you’ll make it look like that’s a ruse, obviously. He’ll know that we’ll know that he’s listening. He’ll never believe I’m actually going where I say I am going.”

“She’s diabolical,” Emmett chuckled.

Emmett and Bella being bros this early on warms the cockles of my cold, dead heart. Wonderful. And of course Bella’s plan is smart—too bad James is smarter and calls her bluff.

“Can you handle this?” he asked.

And graceful little Alice pulled back her lips in a horrific grimace and let loose with a guttural snarl that had me cowering against the seat in terror.

Alice is the best Part 39498483.

Chapter 19: Bella Goes For the Jugular

Bella sets her plan into motion and hits below the belt with Charlie.

“I do like him—that’s the problem. I can’t do this anymore! I can’t put down any more roots here! I don’t want to end up trapped in this stupid, boring town like Mom! I’m not going to make the same dumb mistake she did! I hate it—I can’t stay here another minute!”

His hand dropped from my arm like I’d electrocuted him. I turned away from his shocked, wounded face and headed for the door.

🥺 Poor Charlie. Bella is so crushed she can’t even drive. Did this scene even happen in the movie? I can’t even remember, but I doubt it. Would have been a great little drama.

“I was there, big deal. It didn’t bother the other two. Why did this James decide to kill me? There’re people all over the place, why me?”

He hesitated, thinking before he answered.

“I got a good look at his mind tonight,” he began in a low voice. “I’m not sure if there’s anything I could have done to avoid this, once he saw you. It is partially your fault.” His voice was wry. “If you didn’t smell so appallingly luscious, he might not have bothered. But when I defended you…well, that made it a lot worse. He’s not used to being thwarted, no matter how insignificant the object. He thinks of himself as a hunter and nothing else.”

Appallingly luscious. The Metaphor(tm) is getting a little more literal, n’est-ce pas?

Anyhoo, I like how Bella is only a great temptation to Edward and to literally no other vampire. James hunted her out of a challenge, Laurent decided to munch her in New Moon out of convenience, and…yeah, that’s pretty much it. Oh, and Jasper lost it because it was open blood and he’s still new to this diet. Victoria hunts Bella as payback.

Bella gets called a Mary Sue often, not without some reason, but for the most part she is a Mary Sue in the same way male protagonists like Harry Potter are—low-status normies who obtain high status in fantasy land. But of course, there is always trouble in paradise.

Anyway, Laurent has left apologetically, and Edward has asked Rosalie to trade clothes with Bella.

“Why should I?” she hissed. “What is she to me? Except a menace—a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.”

“Rose…” Emmett murmured, putting one hand on her shoulder. She shook it off.

But I was watching Edward carefully, knowing his temper, worried about his reaction.

He surprised me. He looked away from Rosalie as if she hadn’t spoken, as if she didn’t exist.

Very interesting. Edward seems to accept Rosalie’s recalcitrance here. Perhaps this is not the time to wrangle with Rosalie’s jealousy.

He caught me up in his iron grip, crushing me to him. He seemed unaware of his watching family as he pulled my face to his, lifting my feet off the floor. For the shortest second, his lips were icy and hard against mine. Then it was over. He set me down, still holding my face, his glorious eyes burning into mine.

His eyes went blank, curiously dead, as he turned away.

And they were gone.

We stood there, the others looking away from me as the tears streaked noiselessly down my face.

Romeo and Juliet: *popping up with a sad, sympathetic wave*

Bella and Edward are also very unhappy being apart. And if I’m not mistaken, there is also a hint of NewMoon!Edward.

“You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly.

“What?” I gasped.

“I can feel what you’re feeling now—and you are worth it.”

“I’m not,” I mumbled. “If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing.”

“You’re wrong,” he repeated, smiling kindly at me.

I’m liking Jasper more and more in this rereading, and of course he really shines in Eclipse. Yet another character done dirty by the film adaptation.

#twilight #twilight meta #anti anti twilight #cristina reads #almost there #that last farewell kiss was so poignant

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i got to walk in Boston’s pride parade today and it was simply the best and most joyful time (and then it ended, at which point i was slammed with the resulting overstimulation of it all yippee). anyhoo all that love and happiness got the old creative juices flowing and this is what came from it. i suppose it acts as a bit of a sneak-peek of what’s to come in this series

Steve is getting boring in his old age (forty-four, almost).

It was inevitable, he supposes when he looks back, and he likes being boring.

He likes the steady routine of the life he and Eddie (married for seven years, now) have built with their three daughters (four, seven, and nearly ten, a notion Steve is choosing to ignore because there’s no goddamn way she’s already got an entire decade under her belt), and he doesn’t often find himself making attempts to mix things up.

Naturally, Eddie was the one to suggest they make the trip into Boston with their daughters for the annual Pride parade, and when he does, Steve isn’t automatically inclined to agree.

Look - Steve knows it’s important for kids to see the world and do new things and all that enriching shit, but maybe he still bears some of the scars from keeping a semi-feral pack of teenagers alive amidst the eldritch hellscape of their hometown, and it’s not like they don’t keep themselves entertained at home - their youngest had finally gotten the gist of go-fish recently and that’s been a whole new ballgame Steve is perfectly content to continue exploring.

In the end, however, the logical side of him (and Eddie’s ever-persistent badgering) wins out, and come mid-June of 2011, they all make the drive into Boston to see the parade.

It doesn’t take Steve long at all to acknowledge that it was a good idea. He hadn’t been to Pride in many years (again - he’s boring in his old age), and he’d forgotten how much fun it is - a true celebration of love and happiness in the face of a lot of fuck up shit. The parade’s pretty good too (definitely a few floats he hopes the girls are too distracted chasing after candy to notice and ask questions about later, but only time will tell, he supposes), and so is the festival afterwards. It ends up being a really great time for all of them.

Of the whole day, though, Steve’s favorite part is the trip home, a drive that should have only been twenty minutes, but turns into nearly an hour with all the traffic on I-90, and the girls are still riding the sugar rush of an afternoon’s worth of lemonade and fried dough and candy thrown from parade floats (the littlest might be succumbing, though, if Steve’s quick glances in the rear-view mirror at the way her eyes are drooping closed in her car seat are anything to go off of), and it seems as if the day’s contagious joy had followed them into the car.

The older two have been asking a lot of questions - mostly about what floats were everyone’s favorites until their eldest, perceptive as she’s always been, hits them with, “What’s Pride for?”

which turns into, “Why do people think it’s a bad thing?”

and that becomes, “So how did you and Papa fall in love?”

at which point Eddie, who’d been fielding their daughter’s questions so Steve could keep his focus on the stop-and-go highway traffic, launches into a dramatic and involved retelling of how their relationship had begun.

“So I told him that I liked him and what do you think Papa said?” Eddie eventually asks.

“What?” the girls ask with eager smiles and wide eyes.

“Nothing,” Eddie says ruthlessly, a wicked grin on his face.

“Alright,” Steve cuts in as the girls giggle in the backseat, “Let’s not be dramatic. I said something eventually, and it wasn’t even that long later - four hours tops.”

“That’s right,” Eddie concedes, “And then we all lived happily ever after and all that jazz.”

“Good,” their daughter says, “’cos if you hadn’t, today wouldn’t happen.”

“Hate to break it to you, sweet pea,” Steve replies, “but I’m pretty sure Pride would still happen even if Dad and I weren’t there for it.”

“I mean we wouldn’t be here today all together.”

Steve blinks.

Jesus Christ, these kids are gonna be the death of him. Can’t drive the damn car if his eyes are misting over, can he?

“Yeah,” Eddie says as he reaches over to curve his hand around the back of Steve’s neck, “Yeah, bug, that’s true.”

And thanks goodness for that.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dads!steddie #the satellite and the sky #idek what this is #barely proofread srry #hopefully it isn't annoying that i didn't name their daughters #it's a plot point i haven't gotten to yet and i refuse to spoil my own shit kay?#liv’s steddie dads verse

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stella-lesair · 1 year

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Do you know what happens when my head meat mixes a fandom I was in three years ago with the one I've been in since four years ago? Correct, the nations from RA get humanifications hetalia style.

Following are some elaborations as to how I imagine some of the countries, I do not blame you if this is too long for you.

For some reason, Araluen would probably be one of the few girls around. She gives off like early day Hungary vibes, aka. scary fighting woman for those who haven't watched hetalia. But she'd be less fighting and more war strategy and big brain. Also, since we learned from England that nations can do magic if there are rumours claiming so, it is obvious that the rumours that rangers can do magic are the source of her magical powers. In my head, she wears a green skirt with a big slit, and leather armour and pants on a daily basis, and on fancy events she wears a green dress with weapons hidden in it.

Skandia looks like the average Viking to me. He seems not too smart at first sight, but if you dare to challenge his knowledge of one of his areas (aka. sailing, fighting, etc.) you will regret it. He also learns a lot from his mistakes and got obssed with the idea of justice and trading after getting closer with Araluen.

Speaking of, they are very close. They killed each other a lot in older days, but who cares. But simply put: Araluen is the brains while Skandia is the brawl, and they work incredibly well together, to the point where you only see them around together. Araluen says they're besties, while Skandia thinks otherwise. They were once asked if they were married, because literally everybody ships them, and when Ara said no Skandia was confused, thinking that they were. Yes I have a lot of fun making this up. Also, they bicker. Like. A lot.

If Skandia is Araluen's lover, Arrida is pretty much her bestie. In my head he is a tall and kind fellow, but he never speaks a word. I have not decided on him being mute or just being, I don't know, scared of saying the wrong thing. Either way, he is a great listener, being both Skandia and Araluen's comfort person. When they are in a bad mood, all they need is a cup of his coffee and the world is taking a step away from being engulfed in war. Arrida thirdwheels them a lot, but he's fine with it and enjoys their arguing. Yet, this friendship with Ara didn't start on neutral ground. No, Arrida saw himself forced to stick around, to repay an old debt.

Oh? You want to know what debt I'm talking about? Well, it's the equivalent to the promise Skandia made when he first started to 'spend time with' (read: start bothering by stealing her things) Araluen. Does that explain it?

While Arrida is used to the never-ending bickering, the last member of this quartette, Nihon-Ja, is not. The poor fellow is constantly trying to ease the tension until Arrida symbolises him to stop. Generally, he seems a little lost between these western nations, preferring tea over coffee and being, frankly speaking, scared of Skandia's hugs, but he enjoys it nonetheless. He is the calm and gentle, the secluded guy you visit after a long day to watch the wind in the trees. But don't get me wrong, this guy still can be an absolute threat. I recommend not getting on his bad side, because it will hurt both physically and psychologically to do so. I mean, there has to be a reason why he reached out to Skandia and Arrida after the incident with Araluen, right? Appearance wise, I can't decide whether he's like Japan or more of a middle-aged general/dad who's seen his fair share of violence.

Now that the quartette is completed, I want to introduce one more country, Gallica. He's a bit unstable. A pretty man who charms restlessly before turning into a violent prick. He seems trustworthy, but his mind can change an instant. He's had a lot of quarrels with Araluen (in which she often emerged victorious), which lead him to hate her. Sometimes, though, he admires her as well. Anyhoo, Araluen is rather apathic towards him, just showing surface-level kindness which gets on his nerves. He would start more fights, if he wasn't scared of her.

Yes, he is scared of her because of the incident. I don't blame him, honestly. I would be too if I knew that my neighbour who doesn't really like me can do the impossible.

Anyhoo, if you read so far, thank you for wasting your time on me.

Also, forgot to mention, the quartette always have their backs, making floks scared of them, hence the name 'The Feared Four'

#ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #hetalia #Araluen #Skandia #Arrida #Nihon-Ja #Gallica #the feared four

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klaineownsmysoul · 2 years

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G/Lee practically limped to thr finish line at end of S6.. they had a reduced no. Of eps coz of decreased viewers.. they had nonsensical and absolutely ridiculous SLs.. Dalton burning?! Dedicated eps for a spoilt brat who non one liked, seriously who looked at that character and Said oh he's so inspiring!... Why are there rumours of reboot swirling is beyond me..

I believe the industry term you are looking for with regards to glee's ratings towards the end is "dumpster fire." Oddly enough, that term also covers the storylines and plots those of us who were left had the distinct displeasure of enduring. "Clusterfuck" would also be applicable here. Everyone I knew IRL - including my bff who turned me onto the show in season 1 - had long since abandoned it, which is why I was pretty sure it was just like me and 3 other people watching by the end.

Season 5 was dropped from the usual 22/23 episodes down to 20 and season 6 was limited to 13 eps and held until mid-season: that doesn't really inspire a lot of confidence in the direction of the show, does it? If show quality is any measure, it was pretty clear that RIB was done with glee by that point. They were completely checked out and just wanted to get this over and done with so they could move onto other things. Between them not caring, RM's love affair with his golden girl LM (more on her later), and his immature vendetta against the best thing he accidentally did - Klaine - there was very little to enjoy over those final 13 eps. When you focus so heavily on a main character who is as unlikable, selfish, and just downright horrible as Rachel, shit gets old real fast. I'm also pretty sure they had some kind of competition going in the writers' room to see who could come up with the worst storylines that allowed them to continually push Klaine to the backburner. Every week it was some new bs to focus on that wasn't their core couple: an out of left field sort of "romance" between Rachel and Sam that ended just as fast as it began but made sure to suck up plenty of story and song time while it lasted, that awfully stupid plot with the screechy 11 year old that made no sense at all but was the focus of an entire show, Kurt getting to do exciting things like holding Rachel's purse for her and continuing his lot in her life as second fiddle and ego booster, and let's not forget adding in a whole bunch of new kids no one asked for as the show moved back to a place (Lima) that no one wanted to see again, and of course the piece de resistance: the terrible horrible no good very bad thing with Blaine and DK.

Anyhoo...to your question about why rumors of a reboot are swirling around now? Its fairly simple I think: another stop on the LM Redemption Tour and a trip back in time for RM to his biggest hit. 2 birds, one stone. LM's career and image have taken a massive hit over the last couple of years and so why not go back to the role that made her a household name and work with one of the few people who not only tolerated her awful behavior but seemed to actually reward her for it with whatever she wanted, no matter how much the overall product suffered. RM could use a hit and so why not reboot his biggest and most lucrative one? The problem is that people are a little more hip to things now: consider the massive backlash he got when RM posted that little rumination about a reboot a while back on Insta. It was so bad he ended up deleting the post so you would think he'd have learned from that but apparently not. If he's involved and if the show goes forward with something resembling the idea posted in the blind - focusing on a Rachel-like character - that would be the easiest and quickest no I've ever uttered. No second thoughts necessary. No hemming, no hawing. Just No. No No No.

How would that be any different from the show we watched the first time around? I've had enough of Rachel to last me 3 lifetimes so there's no effing way I'd want to start a new show that I know going in will center around someone as insufferable as her.

No Klaine = no me. Its a simple equation. I don't think C would ever want to work with RIB again so no C = no Kurt so I'm out. You cannot recast them because no one else will have the chemistry that C and D shared as Klaine which is what made them special. We all know there are people out there capable of giving Klaine well written and meaningful stories to tell but those people do not include the ones who created them in the first place. The idea of someone else getting praised and cheered online for giving Klaine the kinds of moments they deserved would be such a massive hit to the oversized ego of RM that I don't see it happening.

I truly don't know who would watch this except for the Rachel and LM stans who think both are perfect angels. This is a bad idea that doesn't need to happen. Its nothing more than a pathetic attempt to relive old glory and the irony of it all is that the person wanting to go back is the one responsible for the original show's own downfall.

#lol glee #lol rachel berry #fuck you rib #just let this show lie as it is #not everything needs a second life #klaine #anonymous

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flange5 · 2 years

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lol well. You asked for it, I guess. Here is the saga of the completely out of control summer job I had for 5 years.

Behind a cut bc this got long

So, in the mid to late 1990s, I did as many Midwestern teens did and I worked in cornfields in the summer. It was much better pay (I think it was $10-15 at the time, which was significantly higher than one could usually make at other jobs in that area and at that time.)

What we did wasn't the typical corn detasselling though. We worked in the ag research plots for a major corporate farming company, and our plots were peas and corn. I primarily worked pea crew, and worked up to pea lead (or pea queen), though later in the summer when peas were done being tagged, cross pollinated (which involved sitting on a bucket and painstakingly de-polinating one plant with tweezers, grabbing the fuzzed out pollinating bits of the designated cross and pollinating the denuded target plant using it, and tagging it, if successful). ANYHOO.

Corn and pea crews were made up of 16 -20 year olds plus a couple of outliers --Frog, a 23 year old just out of the Navy, and, for a couple of summers J, a guy in his 40s who answered to one name, applied under a second name, and submitted HR paperwork under a third name. More on him later.

Basically, there was little to no supervision. There was a guy in his 40s who nominally was our supervisor, let's call him Rob, who'd drive by in a ford F150 anywhere from once to 3 times a day and who was notable for always having an unlit, huge cigar in his mouth, around which he would mumble questions and directives. He rarely left the truck, unless it was while we were in the shack where we ate lunch. He was not much respected.

I described this job as very Lord of the Flies. There were a lot of reasons for the batshit nature of this job. Part of it was the predictable outcome of throwing about two dozen 16-20 year olds together in 80-100 degree heat for 10-12 hours a day for 6 weeks with little to no supervision.

Out of that came things like Stogie Tuesday, an homage to Rob, whereupon someone from corn crew would sneak out on the clock and purchase cigars for those who wanted to to chew on in imitation of the aforesaid Rob. Also, the Corn Smut Wars, in which people would make teams, ride teammates' shoulders, and fling corn smut at each other--it breaks on contact into what looks like crumbly soil.

Probably the most extreme incident that happened there though, came out of the habit Carl (a high school classmate of mine) and Frog had of mixing up homemade chemical explosives in milk jugs and setting them off in the ditch that ran parallel to the dirt road next to the shack. They each had different components and varying efficacy-probably about a 30-50% track record of actually exploding - and often, they took anywhere from 1-3 min to go off. Every day was an adventure.

So one day, we're all sitting in the shack, eating our sack lunches and enjoying the brief respite of shade before another 5 or so hours under the sun, and Carl and Frog come running in, yelling "everyone, act natural!"

Because none of us had any idea of what was going on, this made us all cease to act natural, and ask what the fuck, guys.

Apparently, Carl and Frog had just set up a new concoction in a milk jug, involving some cocktail of uric acid and other volatile elements, and just as they had set it down, Rob had shown up and parked right next to it. They'd beaten him into the shack to warn us, and now, all of us got to wait breathlessly to see whether or not it would go off, if so, how badly, what it did to the truck, and what the fallout would be.

So now we were all in it. Rob came in, started to discuss the 2300 corn series, and we all focused on whatever we were eating and the passage of time. When about three minutes had passed, everyone relaxed.

This, of course, is when we all heard a muffled whumph from outside.

I know I flinched, and I saw Dana in corn flinch, and through the window, I saw a plume of smoke rising from behind Rob's truck.

Every other person continued to eat without pause or any outward sign anything had happened. Silence hung in the shack.

Finally, after what felt like forever but probably was only 10 or 15 seconds later, Carl looked at Rob with this vaguely disappointed face and said "Roberrrrrrrt," like it was Rob's fault. Silence, again.

Rob looked at us, looked out the window at the thin poof of smoke, then looked back at all of us eating our lunches as if this was a perfectly normal thing to expect ... and then he turned to Frog to talk about the 2100s.

He walked out afterward, inspected the truck, which escaped unscathed, and drove away.

Nothing was ever said about it.

Other more everyday bizarrities at this job, seemed fostered by poor/lax management and a type of wanton disregard for safety that in retrospect as an adult, is breathtaking.

We had a rule that no matter the temperature, we couldn't go home because of the health risks until at least two people had passed out within a half hour. Even then, it was iffy whether the rule would be observed and people went down every year but were treated like they were slacking. I got both sunstroke and heat exhaustion different years there.

We were expected to operate large farm machinery like planters and tractors with little to no training, and in inclement weather, including rain and storms, until lightning was deemed 'too' close.

Once we saw a funnel cloud over a nearby field and called Rob, only to be asked if it was closer than a mile, as if we could tell and were told to keep working. There was no shelter better than a ditch. We didn't go home that day, and the tornado did touch down, but went in another direction.

Workers were encouraged to and paid extra to kill animals like groundhogs, mice, squirrels and rabbits, which might eat the experimental crops and seeds, with hoes and rakes over lunch. This led to some fairly traumatic scenes, and also I'm pretty sure at least one of my coworkers was legit disturbed. Once he set a nest of newborn mice on fire with lighter fluid in the shack where we ate. Mostly though, they'd run around with hoes, kill animals, and had tallies drawn on the walls of the shack in permanent ink.

J, the older worker, didn't like to talk much, and claimed that there was metal in his body that allowed 'them' to listen to him, and he had to be careful. When we were like ... dude what? He took a stick and wrote CIA in the dirt. He also claimed the CIA had given him 'mind powers.' He didn't have clear duties, and was assigned neither to pea nor corn crew, and mostly worked at clearing weeds and hacking animals with a hoe.

J was quickly ostracized, though not fired, for following the pea crew (all women under 20), standing, one to two rows away, and masturbating. We told our supervisor, and he was told to 'stop the filth' but there no other outcome. A week later, Rob approached me and asked if I could start driving the man in to the site and back (alone), which I refused. Rob had his high school student daughter do it for the rest of that summer.

#my bonkers summer job for 5 years #tw animal abuse

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