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mzminola · 1 year

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Trying to figure out why the fandom meme that Tim is misogynistic bothers me so much, beyond my usual kneejerk response to perceived inaccuracy, and I think the key is that it feels like fandom is lying to me.

Specifically, lying about nearly all the other characters.

That I am being taunted with some theoretical Less Sexist 90′s Comics that don’t actually exist.

Sexism is one of the reasons that I never bothered to seek out superhero comics when younger. Our town didn’t have a comics shop, which sure put a damper on it, but I didn’t bother looking for collected volumes when venturing into regular bookstores, or the occasional trip out of town to places with huge bookstores. I flipped through enough and heard enough chatter to know I didn’t want to put up with the sexism. Scans Daily on Livejournal sure had plenty of supporting examples.

Reading 1990′s & early 2000′s comics now, I can confirm this was the right choice on younger me’s part. There is a lot of sexism in that era, and unlike with prose books by a singular author, it’s much harder to ditch wholesale. I’ve got a lot more analytical reading under my belt now, so it’s easier to roll my eyes at the bullshit and focus on what is enjoyable than it used to be. From the later 2010′s comics I found at the library, things are improving, though still stumbling.

So yeah, Tim does sometimes say sexist crap. But as I devour comic after comic, so far, he isn’t saying or doing anything more sexist, more frequently, than any other character, including the gals. It’s almost like it’s a writing problem, not a character problem.

As far as I can tell, from what I’ve read, which includes all of Batgirl 2000, Young Justice 1998, and nearly half of Robin 1993, Tim is less sexist than the adult men he’s surrounded by, and no few of his fellow teenage boy heroes.

Maybe I’m missing something! But gender doesn’t seem to come into his treatment of Gotham vigilantes and YJ teammates? The most it comes up with his civilian peers is that, typical for the time period, girls are treated by the narrative & characters as potential romantic options and boys aren’t? Tim talks to Callie the same way he talks to Ives & Hudman? He and Ariana both make relationship mistakes, but in ways that are pretty normal for a 13-14 year old’s first romance?

So when the fandom keeps making ‘misogyny’ Tim’s distinguishing traits from the other Bats, or other YJ members or Titans, it implies that reading comics focused on other characters would have less sexism, but when I do read other comics, that’s not fucking TRUE.

Where are these magical less sexist Bat comics?

Who are these heroes fandom claims are less misogynistic?

Because it’s not Nightwing. It’s not anything Bruce takes center stage in. Barbara is fine in Batgirl 2000, but in other comics she’s written as cattily jealous and tears into other women. It’s not Stephanie, as we saw with Batgirl 2009′s treatment of Jordanna Spence.

Batgirl 2000 does pretty good, but that’s the only one I can think of, and fandom singling out Tim makes it sound like it should be all of the others.

Fandom likes to say Jason drinks his Respect Women Juice, but when I read Under the Red Hood and Lost Days, they felt about the same level as Tim’s comics. And I keep seeing examples from Jason’s Robin days of him admiring women or learning from them or teaming up, but I also get that from Tim’s comics.

Before he even had a long running solo, Tim’s Robin mini’s got a crossover with Huntress, in which he respects both her skills and her secrets, and argues with her about as much as he does with Bruce. Tim supports Cassie winning leadership of Young Justice, he supports Cissie’s decision to do what she felt was most responsible. He apologizes for avoiding Cass after finding her intimidating and goes on to work well with her.

I like Tim. I’m mostly enjoying his comics. They’ve got less sexism than I expected of the era they’re written in.

And I hate that fandom’s running meme about him makes it feel like everyone else is making a joke at my expense.

#Robin 1993 #Tim Drake #fandom critical #comics meta #or I guess fandom meta?#DC #Batfam #maybe no one in fandom actually means it and it IS 'just a joke'#but gawd if it is it's a shitty one #and I am pretty sure it ISN'T a joke from a lot of people #that they actually do mean it #it does NOT help that Tim is now one of the openly queer characters in DC #and 'jokingly' accusing gay men of hating women is a long standing piece of bigoted bullshit #and bi men were always lumped in with that when their existence was acknowledged #do I remember how horrible it felt as a closeted teen #when one of my friends found out Neil Patrick Harris is gay #and declared that him being gay and thus 'unavailable'#was 'a crime against women'?#yeah you fucking bet I do

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jellytamalies · 1 year

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just chillin

Costume design for my split phantom au

so something really cool about this design is it actually inverts! (at least on the drawing program i used)

Obviously not all the colors are inverted, but must are.

All of the hair and clothes, including shoes and even goggle lenses are inverted. The only parts not inverted are the skin, eyes, mouth, and metal peices (i had an idea to swap the highlights and normal metal because inverting it looked ugly) The skin was slightly edited (phantom has a blue filter and green blush)

heres a slightly cursed image of both versions compeltly inverted

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter · 9 months

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I'm not gonna find this tweet because quite frankly I don't feel like going on Twitter

Aside from the fact that this tweet is classist, not everyone can afford lasik, and lasik has been known to cause issues with your eyes, and it's a temporary solution (your eyes will worsen as you get older anyways).

This tweet really ignores how much the optometrist industry is just in general a really shitty and gaslighting industry for people that have issues beyond just astigmatism and vision issues.

And you're probably thinking "Like that's only a small fraction of people. What about everyone else?" That's kind of the fucking issue. I've had shit vision my ENTIRE life. Literally. Was so fucking blind when I was born that it caused long lasting damage in the nerves in my eyes.

Which means I've been to a lot of optometrists, and if you have any vision problems beyond what's seen as "common" (near sighted or near sighted with an astigmatism) they don't know shit.

And I could go into shit like how none of the optometrists thought to point out that I probably don't have depth perception until I was 23. But that's a niche issue regarding a disability I have due to my vision being so shit when I was so young.

Let's go into an issue that's less common. My prescription was +5.00 or worse my entire life. Plus I have an astigmatism. And a lot of contact companies don't make prescriptions for such severe farsightedness with an astigmatism. (They make prescriptions for -5.00, but not +5.00)

Every time I go to the doctor they're like OH MY GAWDS YOUR CONTACT BRAND IS SO BAD ITS LIKE YOUR EYES ARE SUFFOCATONG I MUST GET YOU A NEW ONE. And every single year I'm like "Trust me. You don't have any options in my prescription." And every time they're like OAH MAH GODS THEY MAKE ME EVERY YEAR LET MEH CHECK.

I'm like "Sure. Whatever."

Guess what? Last I actually checked 7 brands carry my prescription in monthly. A few carry my prescription in contacts that need to be changed every 2 weeks. But none of them carry my prescription in contacts that need to be changed every week or every day. (Which is apparently better or something. Idk.)

Why the fuck would I trust the doctors that gaslight me every year about what contacts I can use to suggest surgery for my eyes?

And that's not even getting into the very weird specific issues I have with my vision that eye doctors just.... shrug off... like they legit just ignore it. Like no matter what prescription they put me in I can always tell my vision doesn't match up to my peers even though I technically test 20/20.

(I know about the whole relax your eyes when you test thing. I literally tell my optometrist "Yo. Like this shit so blurry." And they just tell me that this is the best they can correct me to. Just try to focus my eyes more. This this isn't fucking normal.)

Idk. Ableds (derogatory) need to stop demanding disabled people get their shit fixed and instead ask "What the fuck is wrong with the system that these disabled people don't trust it to fix their shit?"

(Not everyone that wears glasses considers themselves disabled. If you don't consider yourself disabled, good for you. But my vision literally can't be fixed to match my peers, so... not to mention glasses can cost people hundreds of dollars and if your vision is shit enough the weight of the lenses can seriously wear and tear on your frames and your face.)

-fae

#disabled pride #disability pride #disability awareness #disability pride month #disability #disability awareness month #glasses #visual disability

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lxvvie · 6 months

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So, uh, I was watching Bad Boys 2 with my dad and when the shootout scene happened and Marcus accidentally got shot in the ass I couldn’t help but wonder after I was done LMFAOing; how the COD boys (or the guys from 141 if you have a character limit) would react to and deal with having been shot in the ass?

Oh. My. Gawd.

cw: injury, gun violence/gunshot wound

Price - You know those moments in your life that aren't up for discussion at all? It's non-negotiable. This was one of those moments. If his pride hadn't been shattered before, it certainly has now. Of all the damn places to get hurt. Luckily (or maybe unluckily, depending), the only person to witness it was Gaz. Gaz who was equal parts concerned and trying not to laugh at Price's sad state of affairs. Price was so ashamed on the inside that he'd rather bear the brunt of the pain on the way back to base than let everyone see where he got injured, and if people were to ask about his whereabouts, he practically ordered Gaz (while glaring, mind you) to tell him he was out because of "over-exertion" or whatever the hell excuse it was. He takes the downtime to deal with the shame.

Gaz - Simply put, it never happened and if anyone says otherwise, they're fucking insane (and yes, this includes even you, old man). And if they bring it up, he swears to God, when he's fully healed—

Soap - Tries to make the best of a shitty situation. Er... at least it's a story for the grandkids, yeah? Is the one who would turn it into a joke and tell you he once got shot in his ass because he knows no one will believe him which means he's in the clear even though his pride is kinda in the toilet. Uh... no pun intended?

Ghost - Would die a thousand internal deaths, made doubly so because Soap thinks it's kinda the funniest shit ever, Price is incredulous, and Gaz just... leaves to go laugh his ass off at the absurdity of it all do Gaz things. "Nice ass, Lt." The glare he shoots Johnny doesn't even compare to the grievous wound that was once his pride. Under any other circumstances, he would find it funny but he makes a mental note to choke the shit out of Soap when he gets the opportunity to. And then YOU find out. "Fuck me..."

#cw: injury #cw: gun violence #call of duty #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #task force 141 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mctavish #simon ghost riley

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silent-raven13 · 2 months

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It's Great to see you!

(AU Miles and Hobie dated but the two broke up. The trope of this one shot is Two loving people wanting to be together, but couldn't and they move on with their lives, yet they still love each other. No Spider-man Universes)

Miles being eighteen years old, he had a lot of time to think about his future. There were thoughts of careers, lifestyle, and his relationship with Hobie. The two dated ever since he was fourteen while his Hobie was fifteen. They were young, dumb and in love.

Now, it's time for him to focus on his future. Same with his boyfriend, Hobie, who dropped out of high school in the last year to focus on his music career. The two argued about this decision, to be honest, Miles didn't think Hobie would make it into the industry. Everything is so cut throat and strict, the chances are mere luck at this point.

Then, Miles decided to apply to go to Princeton with his best friend, Ganke on a silly dare. And he spend most of his time studying and working.

"Sunflower?" Hobie tapped on his glass window, the teenager was at home studying for exams.

"Bae? Your here?"

"I got sum good news, luv!" Hobie spoke with joy as his boyfriend let him inside. "Oi, is your parents around."

"No, they at work. So what's the good new?" Miles asked, his eyes gleam, "Did you decided to get your GED?"

"No, luv. Pfft, school ain't fur me." He chuckles at that, "No, check this out. Me and my mates finally got signed!"

"Wha-what!" Miles' eyes widen in shock. "No way!" He happily claps and hugs his boyfriend, "Oh my gawd, I'm so happy for you, bae!" He had on a tight maroon shirt and pajama pants on.

"Yeah, Sunflower! You're looking at a Rock-star." He grins widely having his hands in his thick leather jacket. "Now, we can go anywhere! Me and you blow this shitty city and travel. Luv, we can go to California!"

Miles' smile slowly fade, "Wait? You want me to come with you?"

"Yeah! I want my best man to be with me."

"Hobie, I can't. I'm applying to colle-" The punker scoffs, "Luv, forget about it. We can build our life with the money I'm going to make! I'm gonna be a star."

"Bae, I'm so happy for you, I really am! But, I can't do that. I wanna live here, go to school and get my degree." Miles explained, "You know, how much I wanted to go into a field of science."

"Miles, come on." His boyfriend's smile slowly turns to a frown, "How can you want that? You know school is bullshit and why can't you understand I will have money!"

"Yeah, your money! What will I have? I don't want to mooch off you and what if things go bad? Like you spend it all and we have nothing to our name. I won't have a degree or any history with work- I just be a housewife?"

Hobie snickers, "Come on, luv. You won't be a housewife, more like a househusband."

His boyfriend frowns for the moment by the statement then sighs, "Your not listening to me! What will I have in my name?"

"I am, Sunflower!" Hobie getting annoyed, "Why aren't you excited as me? Every other bloke would want this!"

"I don't, Hobie. I have dreams! I want to build a career. I don't want to-" Hobie cut him off, "Do you even love me?"

"How can you say that?" His Sunflower's eyes filled with hurt, "Of course, I love you, Hobie! Why are you getting upset with me!"

"Because your not happy for me- for us!"

"Hobie, I am. I don't want to drop out- not when I'm close to graduating and going to a good school!" Miles sighs, "Baby, trust me. I'm so happy for you." He went over to kiss his Hobie on the lips, "You work too hard and long and deserve it. I love you."

Hobie stares into his honey brown eyes, "I just want us to be together. What if I have to leave? Live hundred miles away!"

Miles stood quiet, he didn't want to talk about this. They still have time to enjoy the rest of his senior year. "Baby, let's not worry about that, now. Later, we'll talk about it." He hugs his punker, "My big star, mi papí chulo, come here. I wanna show you how much I love you." He pulls his boyfriend to his bed after they kissed again.

"I love when you call me, papí chulo, luv." Hobie purrs back.

-After mid-terms-

Miles spend most of his time in study groups and friends to pass their mid-terms. It was so much work, and the amount of reports he had to do for his Spanish Speaking class. It was ridiculous!

Same goes for Hobie and his band being busy performing at small venues, little concerts, making popular music videos for the record label. Hobie would get upset when Miles miss his show or couldn't come because he needed to study or his show was held at a school night.

So Miles was surprised to find his boyfriend waiting for him on a motorcycle, "Yo Sunflower, over here!"

"Hobie, what are you doing here?" Miles was busy talking to his best friend, Ganke and their other friends. The eighteen year old had on a tight crop top, with boot cut floral print jeans and boots. Miles wore earrings and makeup being cute.

"Luv," Hobie let out a chuckle at the bright pink, "What are you wearing on yer face? You look like a clown?" He teased a bit.

Miles blinks in shock at him, then felt a bit insecure. "If I knew you were coming, I could've remove my make-up." He softly said, he pressed his lips together, "I was trying something new."

"Oh luv, I was joking. I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I never seen you wear this before. You know, I never cared about stuff like that." Hobie quickly got off to hug his boyfriend, "It's just... you caught me by surprise. You look like a girl."

"Do I?" Miles' gleam by his words.

"Yeah!" Hobie didn't understood how that made his boyfriend so happy, but he hugs and kiss.

"Bae, what are you doing here?" Miles asked again.

"I want to take you out."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"I have a study gro-" Hobie sucked his teeth in looking annoyed, "This again! You miss my show! Now, you don't want to date me?"

"Baby, I swear I wouldn't miss it but my mid-terms- I needed to study. I had to finish my presentations! And I have a test for History coming up and-" Hobie pulls away, "Fine, go study. I'll fucking leave."

"Hobie, that's not fair. How many times you missed dinner with my parents or our date night over your recordings, and partying." Miles being pissed off. "You act like it's all about you!"

"Me? Excuse me, I took the time from recording to be with you. Sunflower," He got on his motorcycle, "You either come to our date or not?"

Miles growls, "Fine! I'll go with you. You better take me to Tony's Pizza." When they fight, they still want to be together. They never seem to leave off being mad at each other, because they would quickly run to each other.

"Fine, because that's where I was planning to take you, luv!" Hobie fumes back as he let his boyfriend get on the motorcycle wearing a helmet, "Hold on tight!"

"Fine." Miles huffs having his arms around his boyfriend.

The two went to Tony's on Hobie's motorcycle, Miles had to text his study group that he wouldn't make it to their study time. Hobie bought sodas, and a large pizza for them to eat.

Hobie sighs, "Still mad at me?"

Miles slurps his soda through a straw with his sparkling lip gloss leaving a mark on his straw. Hobie smirks being charming, "You know, you look ravishing dress like this."

This made his boyfriend flustered but huffs being cute when he's pouting. "Come on, luv. You're so gorgeous."

"You called me a clown."

"I was only joking! Besides, you make a sexy clown."

Miles snorted, setting his soda down then sighs, "Baby, what are we gonna do? We haven't seen each other and our lives been so busy! We keep missing each others' important events!"

Hobie took a slice of pepperoni pizza to eat, "It's fine, luv. We're both sorry for missing it. I'll be more considerate." He loudly chews and slurps his soda through a straw.

"Hobie..." Miles nervously rubs his arms, "Don't-Don't you think we're holding each other back."

His dark inky eyes snaps back at his Sunflower, he stopped chews, forcing to swallow then set aside his pizza on a paper plate. "Holding each other back? Luv, I fucking love you! You love me. Our love doesn't hold each other back! What are you trying to say?"

"It's just..." Miles took his soda again, to slurp it to keep his throat from being dry. "We are young... we're teenagers and-and you may say you love me now, but when you finally-" Hobie waves him off, "Rubbish! I love you! You will never be a regret, luv." His hand went over to caress his Miles' own soft hands. "Hey, your hands are soft. I've noticed your looking a bit round."

"Maybe stress eating." Miles giggles being nervously drinking his soda. His hand tighten his boyfriend's own rough hands. "I love you, Hobie."

"I love you, too Miles."

-A few weeks later-

Miles was invited to see one of Hobie's concerts, he went with his friends to watch the concert. It was so amazing and fun. His amazing boyfriend being crazy, throwing shit and screaming into the microphone then smashing his electric guitar against the floor causing the crowd to go wild for him.

After the concert, Miles went to meet up his man at the VIP area. The security guard were being so rude to him, even the girls that were crushing on Hobie were whispering cruel words about him. Miles could only frown, and tries to call his boyfriend. His boyfriend's phone went to voice mail, "Hey, bae. The security guard won't let me in since the ticket doesn't match to the ones they sold. Call me." Miles sighs waiting for his boyfriend to come out. Then he went to his friends.

Ganke looks at his best friend, "What happens?"

"They're not letting me in. They think I forge the pass." Miles frowns.

"Did you call him?" Pavtri asked being surprised.

"I did. It went to voicemail." Miles sighs, "It's fine. We should go home. Those jerks were making fun of me." He felt a bit emotional, he took the time to wear a cute outfit; an orange and pink dress with white platform boots and sparkling makeup.

"Who? I'll fucking curse at them!" Gayatri, Pavtri's girlfriend scowls as she spotted the mean girls and went over to curse them out.

Pavtri quickly follow her, to scold along at those mean girls. Ganke chuckles then went to hug his friend, "Hey, it's okay, Miles. We can wait longer."

"No. I'm good. I'm pretty sure he's partying and enjoying himself." Miles looks down at his smartphone to check his boyfriend's social media, his story shows him partying and being with some girls. "I told him, we're holding each other back."

Ganke frowns then hugs his friend. "Come on, let's go home. I'll buy us ice cream?"

"Can I get a double scope?" Miles cutely asked.

"Sure thing!" Ganke gave him his brown coat, "Hey, it's getting cold."

"Thanks, Ganke." Miles wrapped himself with his coat. "We should get the kids?"

"Hahah, yeah. I think that security guard is about to arrest Atri." Ganke saw the Indian American girl shouted and screaming, then she fought at the girls. One of the security guards came at her, then she flip his ass over to the ground. Pavtri shouting at them, too.

"Yeah, we should hurry." Miles looks very worried about this.

"Yeah!" Ganke follows him to get their friends and leave.

At the VIP, Hobie was busy with meeting up his fans, some groupies. Some very cute girls going up to him. He waited for his boyfriend to come in but he never did. "Where the fuck is my Sunflower?" He asked out loud being confused.

"Maybe he left." Karl said.

"Yeah," Riri shrugs, "Maybe it's a long wait.'

"No, I gave him a pass." Hobie got up to check out the door, he asked one of the security guards. They didn't know anything. Hobie sighs, "I should call him."

"Dude, don't fret. Maybe he had to leave early. You said he's been studying so much so maybe that's why." Riri, his good bandmate and friend.

Karl, his best friend nodded, "Yeah, man. Call him later. have fun. Don't let it ruin your night."

"Alright. I will." Hobie did enjoy the rest of the night. It wasn't the next day he found out that his Sunflower wasn't allowed to come in, and he went ballistic toward the security guards for not doing their jobs.

Miles was in his room being busy with his medical records, he look through to make sure things were in order. Then he got a called, "Hey bae."

"Luv, I am so sorry! I didn't- I should've- FUCK!" Hobie muffled through the called sound like he had a hangover.

"Bae, it's fine. I had homework anyway." His answered back.

"I'll make it up to you. I'll take you to the movies or this cat cafe!"

"Ohh, another time, Hobie. I have to go to the doctor's today." Miles explains.

"Huh? Why? Are you sick?"

"No," Miles looks at his papers seeing his insurance coverage on hormonal replacement therapy. Then, covers it with his hands, "Just a check up but I need to check if I'm allergic to Soy."

"Oh no, luv. You got flares?"

"A little." He winced by this little white lie. "Anyway, bae. i have to go- I think my mom is calling. Bye, love you,. Mwah." He quickly hung up and groans by all this. He shouldn't lie, but at this point he felt their relationship is so distant.

Being lonely and left out, not to mention their lives are rapidly changing. It's all too much. "Mijo, are you ready for the doctor's?" His mother's voice rings through the hallway.

"Not yet!" There's no time to think, he needs to focus.

-Another week passed-

Hobie went by the school, he saw all the teenagers running out of class. Then, saw Miles leaning against the locker wall while a tall white boy using his arm above Miles' head, leaning against him. He looks like he's flirting. Miles giggles but shrugs, his boyfriend looking softer than before. "Hahaha. Yeah, Mrs. Rodriguez is wild for that."

"I know, it's shit." The guy scoffs before looking closely at Miles' face, "Hey, you got a piece of hair here." He was about to touch Miles' face until Hobie's hand grab his wrist. "Hey, what da?"

"Hobie?" Miles asked being in shock.

Hobie glaring at the jock, "Aye, go find someone else to flirt with." The jock yank his arm back then scowls at him.

"See yea, later, Miles." He grunts before leaving.

The punker glares at Miles, "Why are you letting that bloke near you? Is it because the gals that were all over me at the concert?" Hobie is the jealous type, he hates when anyone he felt a threat nears his Sunflower.

Miles sucked his teeth, "No! Ugh, Hobie. I tutor him."

"Wait, you tutor that bloke? Since when?"

"Since the beginning of February."

"So all those study groups, he was there?"

"Yeah, we work together. Don't start, Hobie. He flirts with everyone! Leave poor, Ben alone."

"Oh, so now you know his name." Hobie scowls, "I bet, you be mad if I had a girl on my lap."

"That's different. Me and Ben are just friends. Ask Pav. Ask Gwen! Heck, Peni will tell you to your face."

"Please, they'll be by your side since you're here and I'm out there being famous!" Hobie scowls at him, "No man should be that close to you unless your doing something to get his attention."

"Ugh, I'm not doing this now." Miles had a new wave of emotions coming through him, he felt tears in his eyes. "I'm going home! I can't believe you think I'm cheating on you!"

"Miles, wait. Hold up!"

"No, Hobie. I'm leaving!" Miles had enough of this, he had to much on his plate. "Go back to your groupies!"

"Fine, I will." Hobie shouted getting mad, "In fact, I'll send you pictures." He follows his boyfriend being a few steps behind.

"Leave me alone, Hobie." Miles' voice cracks having to cry to himself feeling like shit.

The punker hated seeing his beautiful Sunflower like this. "Luv..."

"No, I don't wanna hear you right now." He snaps at him. Then, he felt Hobie's arms around him, "No, let me go, Hobie. i'm not playing."

"Miles, luv... Sunflower, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." Hobie hugs him tightly, "I'm so sorry." Miles weeps into his punker's jacket.

"You can be such a jerk, Hobie Brown."

"I'm sorry."

-Another few weeks has passed, closer to finals-

Miles had a lot to think about. The two were have more fights, they were distant and unhappy. They seem to talk about the future but ending it without no resolution.

When the two decided to go to this burger joint, Miles knew what he had to do. Hobie came by to pick him up, they weren't making any conversation.

They ordered milkshakes, burgers and fries. Hobie casually said, "I'll be going to a national tour, luv. I won't be able to see you for a while."

"It's really happening, huh? You're famous." Miles softly spoke.

"Hahaha, yeah. Hopefully get bigger than simple 'Hey, I know you'," He chuckles, "I hope you can see one of my concerts. I can book you to California, that's the last stop. You and me, we can spend time and look at the apartments."

Miles giggles, "Long distant relationship?"

"Yeah, you know you're only for me." Hobie stares at him with loving eyes.

"Hobie... I have to tell you something." Miles gulps being nervous, "You know, I love you and what we have it's pure, Special! You're my other half, mi alma! Mi amor!"

"Yeah?" Hobie looking concerned, he sat up straight from the booth he's sitting on. Across his beautiful partner.

"You know, we are having a drastic change in our lives. I'm finally gonna graduate and I got three schools already accepting me. Another one on the way," Miles sighs being so shaky, "I know, I'm going to be super busy with school. I know you are doing all these tours, making music, and seeing and meeting new people. Heck, I'm sure at times you're holding yourself back because of me, the same with me to you."

"What are you saying, Sunflower?"

"I think we should break up." Miles finally said.

It went silent, Hobie's eyes widen in disbelief. "Hahaha, funny Sunflower. Don't joke like that." His voice forced into laughter sounding joyful then his hand touches his face getting worried. "You got me." A weak tone.

Miles finally look at him with those serious honey-brown eyes and pout. "You're not joking? You really want to break us up?" His boyfriend in shock being panicked, "Why? Is that fucking Ben bloke?"

"Hobie, no. You know, this is more than just Ben." Miles finally said, "I think we need to separate. We won't be able to survive if we keep going. We keep arguing, distant- I... We need to be single."

"Need to be single. This sounds like you want to shack up Benny boy, eh?" Hobie getting mad.

"Hobie, you are going on tour! You're telling me you're not tempted with all those pretty girls and hot guys? Hobie, I know you want to go crazy and party to your fullest."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too and it's not enough! Where we're at is not enough and if we go down this path- I just know we'll regret it." Miles hugs himself, "I wanna have fun, too. Go to college parties, make friends but I don't want to be your boyfriend then all of sudden, I catch you cheating on me."

"It won't happen. I swear!"

"What about the concert? The VIP? If you really cared about me being there you would've answer my phone call and be there." Miles sighs, "Hobie, it's the little things, too. I miss you and I don't want a long distance."

"Okay, so you're blaming me? What about you? You got mad for every moment about your study time and I can see why, because of Ben!" Hobie scowls.

Miles sniffs going to grab a napkin, "How can you be so fucking mean?" He wipe his eyes, "Why can't you see the truth? I'm eighteen. Your nineteen! You're going to be a famous rock star while I'm going to college! We keep fighting and fighting and I'm tired of this. It's not fair. Okay! I can't even have you at prom because you're busy! I want to have fun, have my experience! I know, you feel the same way."

Hobie held back his tears, "I can't believe this is over. What happens to love conquers all and this bullshit of being together in the future."

"So you're telling me, you'll be fine giving up the partying, the sleeping around, while focusing on me? What if I have a special event on your important concert or you win an award? Or we make plans and it's always push aside! You know, this is a lot?" Miles wipes his final tears. "Hobie, I love you so much. You don't know how much I love, you're my Moonflower, mi amor. I want you to be happy, but I know I can't make you happy- not right now." He grabs his boyfriend's hands, "You will always be my soulmate."

He looks into those dark eyes seeing his Hobie filled with hurt. His punker sighs looking exhausted, "I know. I'm sorry, Sunflower. Things haven't been well with us." His hand gripped tightly on Miles's hands, "I thought I was being selfish... I wanted us, I love you. You are my everything. You're my Sunflower- fuck, I even wrote that song of you."

"Sunflower became your hit single." Miles giggles, smiling at him. "Hobie, I know. I know. But we'll be fine."

"What if we never see each other again? Or we just... never got back together?"

"Only time can tell." Miles softly said, "Even if all that happen, your still my soulmate."

"You're mine, too." Hobie nodded, "I fucking love you so much."

"Me too."

Hobie saw their food on the table, "Let's go back to my place and I wanna show you how much I love before... before we officially end it."

Miles giggles, "Alright."

The two left the burger joint with their take-out. The two spend their times in Hobie's bedroom kissing, touching, feeling each other one last time. Hobie pulls away from their kiss, he smells his boyfriend's scent, "You smell good... sweeter."

"Heh, really?"

"Yeah, you're so soft." Hobie worries Miles was stressing over his classes, maybe gaining weight because his muscles were much leaner. He feels so soft.

"Bad?"

"No, never. You're always beautiful to me." He purr kissing him back.

Miles let out a purr with his arms wrapping around his boyfriend's neck, the bed sheets semi-covering them. They were in love, in passion, it was bittersweet. It was the last time they share their bodies, showing their love.

After that, Miles graduated from high school, Hobie had sent him a bouquet of Sunflowers with a letting saying, "I'm proud of you, Sunflower. XOXOXO Hobie." Miles smiles happily at the gift that he had the sunflowers dried up and made it into a necklace. He got a full ride to Princeton University.

As for Hobie, he went on tour, soon his popularity sky rocket with a much large fanbase. His charms, his looks got him into modeling, and movies. He was involved in a lot of collabs with famous artists, celebrities and talk show host. His band had reached the top Billboards, winning many awards.

Yes, the two had achieved their dreams, over time they forgotten about each other. Life, new friends, new drama got them so focus that anything about high school became a memory. Yet from time to time, they feel they lack in the love compartment. They would think back wondering the 'What if?'

-Ten years later-

The Punk star was busy walking in a mall being twenty nine years old, a tall man wearing leather jacket and pants, thick combat boots, and shredded crop top. His hair long in dreads and gold cuffs. New piercings on his face and ears. Wearing thick Sunglasses, "Oi, what does Manny want? I'm at the mall I'll buy him- what do you mean no? Don't be like that, Mindy! Ugh, ain't you a peach, darling." He scowls at his Smartphone, "Oh, so it's about the check, huh?"

The Punker was getting looks here and there, luckily there was barely anyone in the mall. It's a school day and it's morning, Hobie kept walking still on the phone. Then without a thought, someone passed him, with a very familiar scent.

A scent of fresh tropical shea butter, coconut and floral perfume. It took him a moment trying to figure out where that scent came from, or who does it remind him of someone. Hearing his baby's mama on the phone, he said, "No, 'am listenin'."

Once he speaks, the person that pass him by quickly turns over, "Hobie?" An odd feminine voice, he never heard before yet it felt familiar.

The Punker turns around, his eyes on the female figure. She had long box braids hair, wore a mint green long sleeve, and blue jeans with some white shoes. She looks at him with a kind smile as she hold the brown strap of her purse. "Long time no see." She had this big beautiful smiles with those gorgeous big honey-brown doe eyes.

Hobie's eyes widen from shock, he stares at the figure as if time was froze. No words came out of his mouth, the voice of his baby's mama ring his ear. The female figure gave a weak shrug. He quickly hung up his Smartphone slowly going up to the woman, "Sun-sunflower? Oh my god... is that really you?" His mouth opens before thinking.

"In the flesh." She giggles.

Hobie hugs her tightly having to twirl her around, "SUNFLOWER! It's fucking good to see you!"

"Ahh," She squeals being picked up and twirl making her laugh, "Moonflower! You causing a scene!"

"So-sorry." He put her down, his hands on her shoulders, "Wow. Just wow!" HIs Miles... is a woman? "Luv, your-your a bloody lass?" He asked out loud still in shock, "I could hardly recognize you."

Miles giggles, "It's Mimi, now. Actually, I'm a trans-woman, Hobie."

"What? Since when?" Hobie gawks at his Miles completely look like a woman.

"Um..." She bites her bottom lip, "After we broke up, I think? I actually started taking hormones at the end of my senior year. I didn't tell you because I was still figuring myself out."

"You know, I would accept you, Sunflower. I would be supportive." Hobie frowns at this, "Is this why you were wearing make up, tight clothing, dresses?"

"Yeah! You're a fast thinker, Hobie Brown." She smiles at him with her honey-brown eyes gleaming with joy.

Hobie felt his body going pink, his beautiful Sunflower. "You're gorgeous! As a man and as a woman."

"Awe, you're making me blush." Mimi could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her hands sweaty. It been so long, she did miss her Hobie.

"You're so beautiful, I knew I smelled you when you passed by me," Hobie's eyes can go heart shape, his heart beating against his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies. Old love rising again. His soulmate is right here.

"Ohh creepy," She teased when she raised her left hand. That's when Hobie saw an engagement ring.

"Wait... you're married?" Hobie asked, his eyes squinting at the ring. Looks cheap. He felt upset seeing that. Not when his Soulmate was finally here.

"Oh, this." She forced at smile at her ex-boyfriend, "I'm engaged with Ganke. Remember him?"

"Wait, what? Him?" Hobie felt a wave of jealousy.

"Mmhhmm, we got engaged a few months ago. We work at Alchemax, and boy, my boss is this grumpy guy." Mimi quickly wanted to change the topic.

"You work at that horrible greed corporation." Hobie asked being playfully.

"Hahaha, yeah. My salary is amazing and my boss is so accepting to me. Well, his dad wasn't so nice and very handsy with me, but thankfully, my boss protects me." Miles explained, "Anyway, how are you? You were talking to someone."

"Uhh, ah! I'm actually a dad, and that was my baby mama." Hobie put his hands in his black leather pants pocket,

She gasps being in shock and happy, "Do my ears deceive me? Hobie Brown, you're a dad!"

"Yeah, I have a lil sprog. Here, let me show you." He chuckles, pulling out his phone to show some photos. "Look here."

"Oh my gawd, he looks like you! Awe, a little Hobie. That's so adorable." She said happily, "and the Mrs?"

"Ha, me and her are on and off. Right now, off. Being famous takes a token with relationships. Especially all she wants is a big fat check."

"Awe, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you two work things out." Mimi rubs Hobie's arm then hugs him, "Ohh, it's great seeing you."

"You too, Sunflower." He lifts her chin up to stare into her eyes. He wanted to take her away, be with her and only her. But... they have their own lives, their own responsibilities. She's engaged and he has a son. "Luv, are you happy?"

"I am. Are you?"

"Yes."

She smiles at that with her eyes shimmering, "I'm so glad. That's all I wanted from you."

"You're still my Soulmate, Sunflower." He hugs her tightly never wanting to let her go.

"You're mine, too." Mimi hugs him, she smells his wonderful scent; cigarettes and musk. "My Moonflower."

Hobie didn't want to let her go. Then, her phone rings, "It's Ganke. He's probably worried, I should get going. I need to buy his dad's birthday gift." She pulls away with sorrow eyes, she did miss her Hobie. "It's really great to see you."

"Same to you." Before she left, he stops her with his hand holding her own, "Wait... do you think- what I mean-" He let out a sigh, "If only we can stay together forever, Sunflower."

"I feel the same way." She stare into his eyes seeing him yearn for her. "We will be fine, we always love each other."

"You right." He sighs letting go her hand, then hugs, again. "I really love you."

"I love you, too." She said to him as she hugs him back.

When they let go, they went on their separate ways. Hobie would look back to find Mimi walking away, the same did Mimi. Mimi kisses her beaded necklace that she had it made from the Sunflowers Hobie gave her, she kept it all these years.

Their lives went on, Hobie eventually marries his baby mama, but it was never for love. His love, his heart belong to his Mimi. He's still a famous star.

Mimi married Ganke, and the two live a wonderful life. She's happy with her love with her best friend, but it never compares to her love with Hobie. The two never had kids.

The two live in memories of their love as life went on. Not a day went by when they don't think about being together or the possibility of holding on to each other.

They are Soulmates after all.

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #across the spider verse #fanfic #flowerpunk

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Thinking about established tg and how they would be the most annoying clingy couple on the planet. Tom needs to touch Greg At All Times or he will simply pass away. Any gossip Greg hears immediately gets reported to Tom. No one is allowed to say anything vaguely mean to Greg or Tom will throw his coffee at them or fire them on the spot (or both tbh). All of waystar knows when they are fighting bc they make it everyones problem and dont get anything done. People quickly learn they have to be on the same business trips or else Greg pouts the entire time or Tom looks ready to start biting people. This makeout everywhere like its a waystar is a high school hallway. They are annoying as fuck and everyone hates them (but they dont want them to break up because they will be even more annoying)

oh my GOD this is so sexy. yeah yeah yeah no fuck that’s exactly it. always touching greg’s arms, shoulders, hands, ruffling his hair and lingering his fingers in it a bit too long, running them through, uncomfortably-long-for-everyone-around-them gazes where their pupils blow wide, greg is absolutely back to irritatingly hopping all over tom’s dick a la s4e01 and tom is all too pleased to lean back into him. greg moving to tell him the goss and tom leaning right in to hear the whispered bitching, sometimes greg does it while in tom’s lap, sometimes they’re crowded together in a small hallway, greg’s lips brushing tom’s neck and they are so desperate to fuck right there but they can’t, just yet anyway. need to find somewhere private. use that old mailroom/shitty office greg used to have whenever they wanna play. tom jangling the keys to it in greg’s face like he’s asking greg if he wants to go walkies.

oh yeah god people better watch their mouth when they talk about greg, that’s the ceo’s baby boy they’re talking about. as you say it’s a fireable offence, and word spreads quickly you don’t fuck with the boss’ slam piece, you don’t even dare whisper shit about him, else you get the boot. YEP and like, even when it comes up greg is already talking about being on the trip and some other worker might be like, but sir, you’re not required, you’re not on this trip, or something, and greg is just like. anyway 🔪❤️

yes gawd the kissing in hallways i ggggggg thinking heavily about them… FR they’d make it everybody else’s problem, they all know how annoying as hell they’d be if they broke up, already when they’re fighting it’s hell, so they have to put up with them being attached by the dicks and hopelessly in love and together. so good.

#tomgreg #ty for this ask my Life 🥰

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missingexaltation · 2 years

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Another AU Fic idea:

Some time after season 4 (where everyone's alive and whole, damn it), Eddie finally gets his own place. Nothing wrong with staying with Wayne but he's finally outta school and loves the independence. Wayne also gets to have a bedroom again, so good for him.

Only he's gotta pay for everything now. (AND a whole shitload of one off purchases that he never thought about, like forks and pots and pans, what the FUCK, capitalism??).

So naturally, during his first month as an actual grown up, in his grown up house, amongst other things his razor breaks. And money is kinda tight for a guy on minimum wage and barely any furniture, so he thinks 'fuck it'. It can wait until next payday. He can cope.

Only a couple of days later, his face itches so bad, and in all honesty he looks like a bum. The guys at work find it hilarious, he's the baby there after all, and they think he's trying to grow it on purpose to look older. He doesn't want to admit that he's fucking broke, and even considers asking Rick to let him deal again for a bit, for some easy cash. (He doesn't because he promised Wayne, but it's really fucking tempting).

His scruff is growing in patchy, some bits quicker than others and it's looks a lot of a mess. He's got a knife that's vaguely sharp so he tries that, but no. Ouch. Despite his skilled guitarist's fingers he's still a bit of a klutz and nearly slices his cheek open. Still, it's less than a week till payday. He can cope.

A couple of days later, and while the itching has subsided, he's still weirded out each time he see himself in the mirror. It's not a metal look at all, he looks WAY older than he actually is. It's less patchy though, so there's that. Once he trims it a bit, it looks a lot better. Passable. Only a few days to go.

Wayne swings by that night, bringing take out for them both. He offers to chip in some cash, after he's stopped laughing his ass off. Eddie refuses it on principle, but sulks his way through his food until Wayne apologises for bruising his ego. He doesn't mention that he looks fucking amazing compared to a couple of days ago, mollified by Wayne's apologies nonetheless.

He still has zero cash, and skips breakfast, annihilating a couple of cupcakes that his boss brought in for the team, skips dinner, and gets second helpings of Mrs Jones' pecan pie at band practise (Gawd bless Gareth's mom). He's not sure how he's gonna get through the final day as he's already a hungry hungry hippo, but then when he wakes up the greatest thing happens.

Steve is back from his awful family vacation and calls him up, desperate to be around ANYONE that he's not related to.

He promises to bring food and gossip galore with him, and Eddie's day just got a million times better. He's whistling at work, begs a couple of candy bars from his coworkers, and by the time Steve arrives at his new abode that night, Eddie's climbing the walls ready for a full meal.

He's forgotten about the razor.

When he opens the door, Steve just gapes at him, before turning bright red and blinking really hard. It takes longer than it should for Eddie to remember, but suddenly the last week or so has been totally worth it, because Steve Harrington is kissing him and losing his goddammed mind over the shitty beard.

Holy fuck.

It's not until Steve pulls back that he seems to register who he's kissing, but he just shrugs it off and hands over the food. Eddie gets fed, gets the Harrington family gossip, and...gets the Steve staying the next few nights.

(He still shaves it off at the first opportunity because holy fuck it's annoying to keep it looking decent).

#tw: unhealthy eating #So i saw an edit of Eddie with a scruffy beard and lawd i don't know what to do with myself...and i don't think Steve would either #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Eddie in this scenario is torn because holy fuck Stevie boy...but also he's so fucking hungry and the take out smells so good..#i can see Eddie being broke but just going without essentials 'for a while' and turning on the 🥺 eyes to anyone that will feed him #'anyone' meaning Wayne and Steve and Dustin's mom to name a few #he definitely wasn't expecting his 'shitty beard' to be the final nail in Steve's heterosexuality but he'll accept it!#stranger things fic ideas

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inventedfangirling · 8 months

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gawd ray just alienated every single one of his "friends" and then proceeds to be shitty to the one person who still chooses to stick by him, the self hatred fuel external virtriol wreaking havoc everywhere, it's so dramatic and messy and sad and horrible and everything that this series promised, i had to watch that scene clutching a pillow to my chest cos of how affected i got but still good stuff

#only friends the series #episode 6

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six-of-ravens · 4 months

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I am realizing now that there's this new...not genre but like, writing style (?) of book called "the author got into a fight on twitter and that became their whole book"

Babel falls into this category (see previous reblogs), as well as Seasonal Fears, where the author chose (chose!!) to make the main couple a frail, disabled girl and a big beefy football player, and then basically spent the whole book apologizing for it and explaining painstakingly that he would never abuse her oh noooo. It got to the point where the book was barely readable. I just know that came about because the author either got into a real twitter argument or made up a potential one in her head about how ~problematic~ people were going to think these characters were because of the physical/strength differences between them. I really wish the author had either stuck to her guns unapologetically (it would be a cute romance if she wasn't begging forgiveness for it every time they kissed) or just changed the characters entirely to save herself the anxiety.

I would also put Iron Widow loosely in this category, because it's a very angry book, clearly born of a lot of rage about misogyny, and I think sometimes that anger is detrimental to the plot (it just makes everything too...simple, I guess? when all the men do X and all the women do Y except our special MC who is the first woman ever to choose Z?). However, it's the one I liked the most out of the three, because the MC learning to trust (some of) the men in her life and learning that the shitty system is screwing them over too is a big part of the plot, so she doesn't just....wallow alone in anger, and the author doesn't constantly apologize for having A Man Do A Kiss On The Woman Oh Gawd (sorry, I'll stop, McGuire just HARDCORE disappointed me with SF).

Anyway. I feel like this "writing style" (idk, it's not really a genre? mood? frame of mind??) is why I hesitate to pick up a lot of new releases. It's not always bad, but those books always feel a little lacking, because the author is so obsessed with twitter arguments, extreme bad-faith takes, and trolls that they either completely fail to tell the story they wanted to tell (Seasonal. FEARS.) or it just...robs the story of that extra bit of complexity that would really make it Work.

#anyway those are my bookish thoughts for this morning #i am going to have to reread IW soon bc the sequel is coming out this year so we'll see if my opinion changes #SF i am literally throwing in the thrift store bag right now and B/abel idk if ill ever reread #partly bc its a huge book tho. but also bc it don't really feel the need to reread it

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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oh ma gawd u did it again ! my stomach had butterflies in it while reading ( sorry for the typo ) and goddamn you're too good .

ok ( p.s - I love your new pfp those puppies look soooooo cute ) imagine time again - billy loomis and reader at school. maybe like a day or summat. just classes and billy loomis getting protective. ya know - the kind that keeps me up at night

you’re actually the best <3 your asks always make my day like what!!?? definitely one of my faves🙇🏼‍♀️and i love those puppies so much they make me laugh. i love writing for billy loomis he’s definitely one of my main obsessions. he is an actual disease in my brain. hope you like this babe. <33

this goes by class by class :) i’m american and at my school we only have four classes a day eight in all we rotate. just to explain the set up rq

billy doesn’t like to share.

Class 1.

you sat quietly at your desk in the back of the classroom, perfectly content with your situation. it was not often you had a classroom filled with silence. life was good.

billy will stop by once or twice. he might knock on the window behind your desk because he knows how little the teachers cares for anything not concerning his books. he’ll keep an eye on the boys in your classroom, making sure they don’t try anything funny. he hates not being able to keep an eye on you all through out the day.

the one time he did catch someone bothering you he was quick to jump in the classroom through the window and call them right out. it would have gotten physical if the bell didn’t ring. the boy was quick to leave. he was dead the next night.

Hall

do you need help carrying your stuff ? billy’s got it. he will carry all your heavy books and hold your hand while walking you to your next class.

Class 2.

billy was in your next class. he had thrown a fit with the teacher so he could sit in the desk to your right. sydney prescott was on your left.

he would pass little notes to you through the hour of lesson. sometimes they were really sweet things that said things like “i love you so much y/n”. with theo stick figures made to look like the two of you holding hands and a sloppy heart above. and other times they would be shitty. gossip usually. he loved to talk shit and who better to do it with than his s/o.

people knew billy had a few screws loose so they didn’t mess with you much. the minute you two became exclusive he made sure that everyone knew who you belonged to.

Hall

he will practically drag you to lunch with him. he’s just so excited to be away from everyone and just be near you.

lunch used to be a nuisance for you. a group of girls would tease you relentlessly the entire time making you skip the time slot completely. all four turned up dead in their home not too long after you and billy started going out. you wanted to say you felt bad but you didn’t. what goes around comes around right?

Lunch.

billy never liked cafeteria food so he took you and stu out to one of the restaurants close to the school. and sometimes he would ditch stu and just go out with you. it was like a date sort of.

he would keep you our way longer than lunch. it wasn’t often that you were on time for third period. billy just loves being around you.

Class 3.

after arriving 20 minutes late the teacher will lecture the class about the importance of being punctual before continuing the lesson. this teacher is strict but occasionally billy will sit in if he’s not paying attention during attendance.

you share that class with stu! you loved being around the boy. he was always making jokes and sharing food. billy liked stu but didn’t trust his friendly nature. you belong to billy and he didn’t want anyone to get in the way of that. if stu got a little too touchy billy will be quick to swat his hand away or give him a peek of the knife he keeps in his front pocket.

though you got no learning done in the class due to all the distractions it was a highlight of your day.

Class 4.

last class of the day finally! everyone is so eager to leave the overall vibe is antsy. you have this class with billy as well.

he sits at your table and just kind of exists. he doesn’t like the other two people that sit there so he tends to be as ice cold as possible. still has a hand in your thigh or an arm around your shoulders of course.

you get a lot of work done in this class since billy is actually really good at math. he’s your tutor basically. it’s super frustrating for both of you some days but that’s just how it goes.

the day usually goes by smoothly with billy keeping a watchful eye over you

#literally my fave #nicodiangeloissocool12 #love you so much babe #thanks for being so kind to me #okay on with the tags #slasher x reader #slasher x you #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #ghostface fluff #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface #scream fluff #scream x reader #scream 1996 #esha writes

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Wait wait wait we still in agreement with the harley quinn/renfield bffs? Because I would love to see some of that if you're still in a writing mood. Especially if they bond over tacky clothes and she brings out Dr quinzel mode for him

I'm really sorry, this is all I could muster atm. I LOVE this concept I'm just. Bad at writing.

Robert didn't bring a lot of people to his apartment. It was his "safe space," marred once by the presence of Dracula, but otherwise safe. Especially now that Dracula was decimated, encased in concrete, and somewhere in New Orleans' sewers. There were only a select few people Robert deemed safe enough to visit his safe space.

Miss Quinn, Robert decided, was safe.

Harley stepped into Robert's little apartment and gasped. "Oh my gawd, Robbie, this colour scheme!" She giggled and bounced in. "Ooh, I love this!" She spied a sweater laid out on the dining table- Robert's latest sewing project, involving embroidery, patches, and carefully-placed sequins. To the hard-hearted and the foolish, it would be tacky. To joyous, kind hearts, it was art.

"Ugh, my heart's gonna explode into little sparkle emojis" Harley said with delight. Robert chuckled and put on a kettle for tea and started setting up his trusty little snack tray. Harley investigated the plants hanging in macrame hangers- "I gotta introduce you to my girlfriend, Robbie, she's a plant mom too!"- and looked through the books stacked next to the little record player.

"You got a lotta self-help stuff, huh?"

She turned and saw the wall of motivational posters tacked up behind the sofa.

"Huh..."

Robert raised an eyebrow and followed her gaze. "Ah, the posters, I know. I need to reorganise them."

Harley had scooted back over to the living room space and sat in the avocado armchair next to the sofa. She opened her glittery shark-shaped purse and pulled out a pair of thick framed glasses and put them on. "Y'know, Robbie, I used t'be a shrink back in th' day. I'm more than happy t'give ya a free sesh."

Robert gathered up the tea and cookies and brought them into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa. "Uh, well."

"C'mon, I know you had a long, shitty relationship- I can relate! And I know most of those self-help books ain't worth the paper they're printed on."

"Oh." Robert sipped his tea and pondered.

In her doctor Quinzel voice, Harley said gently, "if you decide you want to share with me, nothing you say to me leaves this apartment." She picked up a cookie piled with frosting and in her regular voice said "oh man, I love your baking style."

Robert set down his tea and leaned against the pillows piled at one end of the sofa. He put his feet up; it was his understanding that psychology required the patient to lie down.

"I suppose we should go back to my childhood, then? I was an only child..."

#renfield

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helpicant-stop · 8 months

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for the trope game, consider the humble vampire

(vampire au, your thoughts? how to do it well, how to do it less well? the microphone is yours)

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

as you know i myself have a vampire au (go read it here) and in general i absolutely love love vampire aus! of course some fics do it horribly wrong and makes me take 99999 psychic damage points but in general the concept is simply so Intriguing to me

i think a lot of people (i'm guilty of this too) tend to make wilbur the vampire but ouyghhhh there is just something so *** about vampire or otherwise inhuman quackity, which is why i usually don't go for the ones where he's human and wilbur's a vampire (which for some reason is also the most common?) but instead find the ones where he's the vampire or some other Creature like in my fic

ngl i do think wilbur is kind of predisposed to vampirism like the red eyes and the white streak and the britishness and the undead thing and the poshness and vaguely goth aura all point to him being a vampire but i really would love an au where he's just some weirdo who reads a lot of vampire romance or something

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT TNTDUO!!!! i must talk about ctinarose

something i've never told anyone is my secret carmilla (1872) inspired au with vampire hannah and human tina like it makes me SOOO deranged you have no idea like hannah's this misunderstood vampire who's done shitty things in the past but tina sees past that and into the good inside and i just. ough

the inherently sapphic act of having a strange new friend who wants to drink your blood.... my gawd

vampires in a non-romantic context also really get me like they really are just Guys. 2 years ago when i still liked sbi i had this au where tommy, techno and wilbur were all residents of this ramshackle old mansion and phil was like a fucking osha / social worker employee or something checking for the state of the house and also why there was some random kid living in it.

then he finds out that techno is a werepig (turns from a big scary guy into a cute little pig on the full moon), tommy is a ghost from... whatever time hamilton took place (idk im not american) that died in battle, and wilbur is a vampire that's been maintaining a single sourdough starter for over 200 years. he doesnt even drink blood or anything hes just some guy

i also had this not really an au more like a concept type thing where cpuffy was this sheep shepherd who got bitten by a vampire bat, grew fangs and started drinking the blood of sheep like some ovine chupacabra. very found footage horror vibes

the physiology of the vampire also intrigues me like it can definitely be done wrong (ie whatever twilight had goin on) but there are SO many ways to do it right and im so fascinated by the millions of possible ways a vampire can be from realistic fantasy to sci fi to straight up magic. i love it

#chitter #long post #asks!!#march🫗#tlatm #ask game

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