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lizacstuff · 3 years

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Liza that 3rd fragman 👀 "if I was born a 100 times I'd fall in love with you everytime" Eda saying this is their last obstacle and nothing can separate them, serkan's "I'll be right back, close your eyes I'm here" If this isn't all a red flag for shits about to hit the fan then I don't know what is LOL (but also how cute to Edser look and them telling each other they love each other very much 😭😭😭)

That fragman is both the SWEETEST and the MOST OMINOUS thing I’ve ever seen. ALL AT ONCE.

Friends... we’re gonna go through some things. That being said, everything is going to be great. These writers have been solid so far, and I have faith they have come up with something really interesting to increase the longevity of this show. And I don’t know about you, but I’m prepared to go through some things if it means keeping Eda and Serkan for longer. (I heart them)

This show is about Eda and Serkan and their love story, at it’s core it’s a comedy, it will all lead to happy things, but... yeah, buckle up!

I have a lot of asks both about the fragman and last ep, so I’m going to answer a bunch under the cut.

Anonymous said: The fandom theories about episode 28 have gotten so wild that I literally think the most shocking thing would be if they actually got married and were not separated (emotionally or physically). What if the earlier painful episodes were to make us believe that things couldn't possibly go right in 28 and it's a reverse psychology trick?

You could be right! I like your thinking. I checked on twitter and I had to back away slowly. The juvenile temper tantrums were too much for me today.

Look, I think it’s clear something big is coming. It has to, there has to be something that shakes up the show. Some of the theories are more upsetting and catastrophic than others, but the writers won’t do anything that dings either character or their love for one another. Whatever happens will showcase the connection between these two and the chemistry between the actors, that’s the point of everything, and anything that does those things is gonna be a-okay with me.

@jan31 Hi Liza. Do you think we are going to see the wedding in 28 or they will leave it on a cliffhanger for next week. Lots of theories going round mainly cos of Neslihan saying new dimensions coming in episode 29, which could just mean married life etc. I have seen suggestions of memory loss, it's all a dream since episode one. I would personally love Eda to wake up like in episode one but for it to be a total turn around and she is the boss and Serkan the employee. Eda being robot yildiz appeals to me!!! I know it will never happen but leave me here with my dreams!!

I started the day at 90% sure they’ll be married in 28/29, but now I’m down to like 30% that they’ll get married in these episodes. I really, really want them to get married before whatever happens happens, because every scenario I can think of for this reset or starting again, seems like it would be better if they were married.

However, the shooting spoilers from today, make me question that. Namely the videos where Hande appears to still be wearing the ring on her right hand. We shall see, that could be for many reasons.

Honestly, though, I wouldn’t hate a memory loss storyline. Seeing one of them (and Serkan’s line in the trailer makes it seem like it might be him) lose their memory and have to fall in love all over again? There are worse fates for a shipper than getting to experience that all again but in a different way.

Anonymous said: Your response to the fandom drama anon was so good, it's exactly how I feel. While I don't know what the old posts that were like are (that's shady as fuck) I did see all the other drama go down and wow. The actresses def need to stay in their lane and some of the fans, hoooo boy, it's obvious they're young based off their reactions alone. Had to unfollow some people once I realized what they were like. Also some of the IRL shipping reminded me of col*fer stuff, reading into everything and blowing it out of proportion (which then gets picked up by paps....). But you're right in that at least the show related drama is tame compared to OUAT. But still, people being too careless even while they know the paps see everything and harass Kerem and hande (omg did you see the video of hande the other day stopped in the van and she looked so overwhelmed 😔)

You’re referencing this post here about yesterday’s drama.

Today Neslihan made it worse by addressing everything and claiming she didn’t like all those Hande-bashing posts because... wait for it... she was HACKED. Oy. Hackers got in and went back two years to like gross posts about Hande? Sure, Jan. While I don’t believe that for a second, I guess that at least gives her cover with Hande so they can all pretend it’s true and move on so it’s not awkward on set. But, yikes, she needs to consult a publicist, she took a narrative that was circulating in certain circles in fandom and made sure all her followers were aware. Not very savvy.

As for the paps coming after Hande, yes I did see her in the car, she did look overwhelmed. Back off vultures!!! That’s why I think Kerem sometimes throws himself to the wolves so that doesn’t happen. She always handles them like a pro, but you can tell she’d rather be anywhere else on earth than talking to them.

The pap stuff is worse than I’ve seen before, they’re like vultures circling for any conjecture (sometimes made up out of thin air) they can turn into a question and blame fans. OUAT actors dealt with nothing like this. Also I can’t believe they never ask about the show. Like after last week? They could legit ask about the sex scene which probably would have given them some angle on the actors that they wanted, (especially since it was too hot for Turkish TV) but they let that pass them by, and instead asked the same questions about being together that they never answer. Dumbasses. They are not only awful people, they are awful at their jobs.

In Van, the paps pay off crew members for info, they always know more than fans. Also I don’t remember stars of my shows getting this level of tabloid attention before. Except for on Riverdale, Lili and Cole generated that level of interest, and while I didn’t pay terribly close attention to them, I feel like they rarely talked to the paps, were just photographed. Also I don’t suspected the CW of calling the paps on them, but I suspect either the network or production company of sometimes calling them on Hande and Kerem.

Anonymous said: Do you think it’s weird that they didn’t touch the kidnapping at all in either trailer? They might not have filmed it in time for the 1st one but certainly the 2nd. And I’m definitely not complaining about the ones we got because its like a fairytale but the kidnapping was the cliffhanger...? 🧐 I think they should’ve just left the princes storyline at “he went back to his country” but then they didn’t so......

If they’d left his story at just going back to his country, then the Prince really wouldn’t have served his purpose. He was brought on to cause some sort of trouble, so they probably need him to cause the trouble before he goes, lets hope it ends with this kidnapping!

And to answer your question, yes, I do think it’s weird that neither trailer touched on it. On any other show I’d think it was a huge red flag, but on this show maybe not as much because a) there’s obviously a lot of romance in this episode, it’s not crazy that they are focusing on that to draw people in with the promos b) this show likes to do cliffhangers that end up being no big deal, that happens a lot.

Who knows it could turn out to be a big deal that shapes the rest of the episode in some unexpected way (Eda’s captured the whole episode and she’s dreaming about wedding prep, or... who knows) but I think it’s more likely that they resolve in the first 5-10 minutes and then move on. Since we know from the summary (not that I trust those) that Serkan goes on the bachelor weekend, it feels like the Prince is taken care of prior to that. I don’t think he’d leave her alone for a second if there was a chance the Prince was still a threat. Perhaps Babaanne is pissed he tried to kidnap Eda and tells them she’ll handle it herself???

Anonymous said: Semiha not being in the promo is highkey suspicious. The actress is promoting the episode lol. She's about to Evil Queen this wedding ceremony but you know what, I'm fine with whatever she has planned if they end up married at the end of the day. What's funny is that since a lot of fans these days will assume that there will be shocking negative plot twists, not actually having one here would be a plot twist so I hope the writers keep them together for whatever's next haha

You’re not wrong, at this point, having this wedding take place would be a shocking twist for all of us! As for Semiha... hmmm... it will be interesting to see what her reaction is to Eda being kidnapped by her pick of suitor. Serkan Bolat might be the son of the man indirectly responsible for her parents death, but he would never hurt her. Take note, Grandbag!

Anonymous said: Do you mind sharing your speculative scenarios?

After the trailer today, I don’t know if I can even remember some of them.

Memory loss

Grandma forces Serkan to choose between Eda and his company/wealth, he chooses Eda and they start over from scratch with nothing

Time jump

AU starting over, showing a different path they might have taken together

Dream

These actors playing different characters in a new story

I don’t think the last three are likely, but they did spring to mind after some of Neslihan’s teases.

Anonymous said: So this show doesn't get like fantastic ratings (it actually seems to be on the lower end compared to all other dizis airing) but the social media engagement is off the charts. Why is that?!? Is the show just extraordinarily popular internationally? or that this is a "shipping" show? I'm floored by the numbers - its like no other show/fandom is even trying

The ratings were terrific during the summer. But to your point, it has a huge fandom both in Turkey and internationally, but it’s worth noting that most of those charts you see where it beats every other show in every imaginable social metric is just for Turkey.

It’s one of those lightning in a bottle situations where you get the right property and the right actors together at the right time and magic happens. And, for sure, the number one reason is the shipping. Shipping drives fandom engagement, and a fantastic ship with a juicy, fun, tropey love story is what this show offers. It also offers up two extremely attractive, talented, likeable leads with off-the-charts chemistry (plus the added speculation about an off-camera relationship that has intrigued more than a few fans, tabloids and gossip sites and fueled interest) who have done a good job of building the fanbase through their social media engagement. Plus the timing is part of it as well. I don’t know about you, but this show hit the spot during this pandemic and the horror of 2020. We all needed this escape.

Anonymous said:Do you think something happened in the writers room after the backlash of 25 and fan disappointment after Ayse's announcement? I feel like a switch flipped and now we're in fanficland with how much good content we've gotten in these last two episodes. Like I thought maybe they should wrap up the series soon before the characters got completely off the tracks but they may be finding their groove now and I'm interested to see what their next twist is after they can write out Balca/Seymen.

I don’t know about a switch flip, this show has been fanfic land since the first episode! The tropes! That is how I described it to multiple people when I first started watching: an AU fanfic come to life.

As for the writing changes, no, I don’t think backlash after 25 affected 26 or 27, because 26 was already 90% shot, and 27 already written. However, I assume they themselves could tell that 25 got just too dark and had strayed pretty far from the DNA of the series. While I didn’t think it was bad, it was not fun to watch and this show ought to be fun to watch.

Let’s hope, however, that the backlash affects future episodes in that they know what works... and what doesn’t. The last two episodes definitely felt reminiscent of the first batch of episodes. Light, funny, romantic. If they can keep that tone... I’ll be thrilled.

Anonymous said: i didn't realize how much i missed "together" edser until watching 27.. it's been so long since they were "officially" together and we also had such few episodes of it.. ppl have been comparing it to 12 and while in some ways i agree, edser are always so different here than they were there. 12 was them navigating their new relationship.. they were more shy and finding their footing.. here they are very much established, as they should be after knowing their love for so long in comparison to 12!

Yes, it was lovely. You know I’ve preached a lot about how even though Eda and Serkan were broken up, they’ve still been together all this time. And it’s true, but there is something about them truly being together that is magical. We never got enough of that the first time around (a writing mistake in my opinion) and they’re so good together it’s lovely to watch.

Anonymous said: Serkan not asking for help from Balca when asking his team for help with the marriage gifts preparations and refusing her offer of help when she asked made me so happy. Good job Serkan! He's learning! She's not trustworthy!

Yes, that was a good moment. And he was eyeing her very warily when she offered. The thing I don’t understand is how has no one caught on that she’s working with Babaanne? That entire office is filled with nosy people, has no one remarked on the number of times Balca has gone up to the office or they’ve disappeared for lunch at the same time? Come on Leyla! Come on Melo! Notice these things!

Anonymous said: Fingers crossed that we finally make progress towards getting rid of Seiman & Balca now that all the girls were drugged and Eda was put in the car in the last episode. Unless Seiman has a change of heart and takes Eda back inside before anyone wakes & the guys get there then the show has to address it. Although I do not think Balca is going to back down unless Serkan straight up tells her he has zero interest in her and never will. Totally fine if that happens in the next episode.

Will Balca backdown even if she’s humiliated like that? She’s so delusional I’m not sure. What I am sure is that she’s dangerous. This came in before we saw the other two fragmans that have no mention of the kidnapping. Hard to picture how that is so easily resolved. Unless she frees herself (which seems unlikely in her groggy state) or maybe Melo’s future boyfriend is able to stop it before they get far? Or I don’t know. I just know that I want to see Serkan lose his mind and all the other characters see Serkan lose his mind and then I want it to be over. LOL.

Anonymous said: As much as I am loving everything Edser, I cannot wait for Seiman, Balca and Grandma to be gone. And I am even more annoyed to think that the show might try to redeem all 3 characters. All 3 of them are truly awful people and no need to waste air time trying to make the audience think any different. Just my opinion...🤷🏻‍♀️. Show please finally expose those 3 for the psychos they are and get rid of them.

Bye bitches! I don’t think there’s any redemption for Balca and Seiman. They both have poisoned/dosed people, hard to come back from that. And there is no need to redeem them because neither is compelling enough to be a long-term character. But maybe Granny, we probably will see a redemption arc for her.

Anonymous said: i know you were worried a few weeks ago that with ayse leaving as writer, we probably wouldn't have the same sort of comedy as previous episodes... but istg the whole kiz isteme scene, especially with chef alex, had me almost crying with laughter. especially when serkan off the cuff just goes "well if that's an option..." to everyone misunderstanding alex "wanting" ayfer for 2 nights and then eda ready to beat him with the flowers he bought her... comedic gold lmao.

SO GOOD! I was thrilled to see that sort of comedy, the sort of comedy we’d come to expect, from these writers. I think it bodes very well indeed!

That scene was amazing. I know Neslihan said that much of it was improvised. Probably that line from Serkan (since Serkan is SO out-of-his-mind in love I’m not sure he could even joke about having Eda only two nights a week! LOL) was improv from Kerem, and Aydan asking about the other nights, and Seyfi bringing up the weekend. And Eda’s very Hande-esque “Ser-KAN.”

I just love rewatching that scene and checking out everyone who is breaking character and just losing it. Cagri most of all. He’s blurred aback there but you can see Ferit spends the whole time laughing or trying to stifle a laugh. Reminds me of Cagri in the scene in 18 when they’re watching the security footage he was losing it in that scene as well.

Anonymous said: i'm scared - I think they are really about to give us all of these happy EdSer scenes only to have something happen RIGHT before the wedding ceremony due to Babaanne. Based on the last episode, I don't think there's any chance of a breakup (knock on wood) but what if Serkan gets arrested, goes to jail for 2 years, and we get a time jump?

This was sent before the last two teasers, so yes I think something is gonna happen. We shall see! I don’t really think Serkan going to jail for 2 years is in the cards, at least I hope not! Besides if Babaanne did that she would have no hopes of ever reconciling with Eda, so that seems unlikely she’d follow through and leave him there for so long a time.

Anonymous said: With the last week's sex scene, they did a lot of fade outs but the scene was basically still there so it wasn't much wasted effort for the actors. But for what they're teasing in episode 28 - idk how they can get away with showing them in the shower at all if Serkan lifting Eda with her clothes on had required blurring? Is Eda dropping her robe even pushing it? It's intriguing indeed.

Great questions. We’re 36 hours from finding out (well I'm longer than that because I wait for the English subs, hee hee) All I know is I want to see these scenes.. one way or another!

#sen cal kapimi #edser #Sen Çal Kapımı #sck spoilers #sck specualtion #sckask #sck episode discussion #asklizac #Anonymous

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grifalinas · 3 years

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It is baked into the nature of all teenagers to assume three things:

That they are right about everything, or at least more right than their adults,

That adults just don’t understand them or their struggles, and that

They have it all figured out, and it is only a matter of time before they can really show the world what they alone have realized.*

((*Coincidentally, twenty-somethings have a stage baked into them where they look back on their notions as teenagers and think, “Oof, yikes 😬”)

Sadie Thorn was seventeen.

While it is generally agreed that transferring a teenager away from their friends and classmates just before their senior year can be damaging, Sadie wasn’t particularly bothered by this. She didn’t have much in the way of friends- certainly not close friends that she would ache to be near- and her classmates and teachers were always on her case about one thing or another. And, ever since puberty had hit, she hadn’t really been getting along with her mom properly.

Going to live with her dad and stepdad and stepsister and transferring to a new school seemed like a good idea. Maybe the fresh start would be good for her. Maybe she would actually make some friends. Maybe she would find that something she was looking for to fill up that space in her that felt so empty!

(Spoilers, she will. But hoooo boy she’s in for it before she gets there.)

The whole family was waiting for her the day her mother drove her to her dad’s house, all of her books and clothes and stuffed animals crammed in an array of containers in the bed of the old pick-up, and for just a moment as she watched them come out to meet her she felt a sense of trepidation. She got along with her stepdad and stepsister, of course, but that was when she only saw them sometimes and talked to them on the phone. What if they didn’t like her when they were around her always all the time?

And what about her dad? She had chosen to live with her mom over him after the divorce, and only really spent time with him on holidays and the occasional weekend visit, what would he think? Would he still like her? Would he hold her original choice against her?

“Hi, Pumpkin,” he said, scooping her up into a hug and spinning her around as soon as she had poured herself out of the truck. He squeezed her tight, then held her at arms’ length and looked over her with a fond sort of mistyness in his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

...okay, so maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Derek-“

“Yeah, I’m coming.” He grinned at Sadie once more, and said with a wink, “Gotta go talk to the whipcracker.”

She giggled. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” He ruffled her hair, and sauntered around the truck to talk to Mom in relative privacy, while Sadie gave her attention to her stepdad and stepsister.

She’d spent time with them, of course. Nicholas had been adamant that marriage to a parent was marriage to both parent and child, and insisted on having a relationship with her as soon as it was clear they were actually serious. And that had come alongside a relationship with Skye, for similar reasons.

But there was so much different in having a relationship with someone in another city, and with living with them.

Sadie gave them a wobbly smile. “I’m sorry if I’m causing a fuss.”

“Oh- no, honey, never.” Nicholas came over and scooped her into a hug as well. She melted a little. “Derek’s been so excited you were coming that he hasn’t been able to sit still.”

“He was practically vibrating at breakfast,” Skye added. Sadie pulled away from Nicholas and gave Skye a teensy little smile. She was never quite sure what to make of Skye, who was pretty and polite and kind of stuffy and a little aloof in a way that Sadie could never be sure was a Skye issue or a her issue.

A weak laugh did bubble out of her, though, and she remembered that Skye didn’t like to touch people so she didn’t try to hug her like she kind of wanted to. Hugs had broken her tension with the other two.

“-no worries, Sybil, we’ll take good care of her,” Derek was saying as he and Mama rejoined the group. He tossed an arm around her shoulder. “I mean, look at Skye. We haven’t fucked her up too bad, how much worse could we do with Sadie?”

“Language, Derek,” Mama said automatically.

“She’s seventeen, Syb, I pinky promise she’s heard the fuck word before.”

“That’s not the point.”

“I think seventeen is plenty old enough to understand why some words are only appropriate in certain contexts.”

“You’re supposed to be setting a good example. Let her learn through watching.”

“Ah, criminy.” Dad rolled his eyes and turned to the truck, grabbing the first plastic tub his hands landed on and hoisting it over the side, effectively shutting down his conversation with his ex-wife in favor of carrying Sadie’s things into the house.

Sadie sighed and scrambled up into the truck to get a container as well. She wasn’t the sort of kid who went around wanting her divorced parents to get back together, but it would be nice if they could be around each other for a little while without sniping and bickering.

-/-

Since their house was only a two-bedroom and Nicholas worked from home, he had converted the attic into a large room for Skye when they’d moved in, and now a partition had been put up across the middle on one end, separating Skye’s bed from a new one set up opposite it. Skye had also moved her things from half the room, clearing space for Sadie.

“There’s curtains here, too,” Skye said, showing her the curtains that could be pulled across the two partioned off spaces, creating a bit more privacy. “Sorry you have to share, we don’t have an extra bedroom.”

Sadie shrugged. “Sorry you have to give up half your room.”

“It’s fine. There’s enough space for two up here. There’s no closets up here, so my father put a wardrobe in here for you. There’s a dresser too. I hope it’s big enough.”

They were not big enough. Sadie had a lot of clothes. On the other hand-

“I’ve been thinking of getting rid of some of my clothes anyway,” she said. “Mama won’t let me buy stuff I like, and now I’m not living with her I can get rid of some of it.”

“I’m sure Father and Daddy will be happy to take you shopping for things you prefer,” Skye said.

Sadie frowned. It was weird hearing someone else call her daddy such. It sort of made her feel how much she was missing in his life.

“We gotta put an escalator up here,” Dad puffed as he came in with another container. “Can’t keep tramping up and down these stairs like this.”

“I think the escalator would be more trouble than when we just only occasionally have to bring things up,” Nicholas said, coming up behind him with the biggest container. “This is the last one. We’re going out for dinner tonight to celebrate, so I’d like you both to be ready to go by six.”

“Yes, Father,” Skye said.

“Sure, no problem,” Sadie added.

And then they were alone again. Sadie sat on the end of the bed and stared down at her feet. After a moment, the mattress dipped as Skye sat beside her, about six inches between them. She scooched over to give her stepsister more space.

“May I ask you something?”

Sadie shrugged. “Ask away.”

“Why did you decide to come here? I overheard our fathers discussing the matter and they implied it was not simply a desire to be with us.”

“Oh. You know.” She shrugged again. Hunched a little. “I got expelled from my other school. It was either this or homeschool, and Mama couldn’t really homeschool me. Not really.”

“I see. So had you not been expelled, you would have stayed with your mother?”

Sadie eyed her in her periphery, looking for whether this was disappointment or pleasure or simply observation, and met with nothing. She sighed, and flopped back.

“I guess.”

-/-

The girls spent the better part of the afternoon unpacking Sadie’s things- her clothes came last, since she wanted to go through them as she unpacked them- and around five it was time to get ready to go out.

“So what’s the dress code here?” Sadie asked, uncapping the container holding all of her underthings. “Casual or dressy?”

Skye was already in the process of setting aside a nice blouse and skirt. She paused.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say. We’ll probably go to Ovens In the Deep, as that is our go-to going-out place.”

“That’s that pizza place, right? The one where they got engaged?”

“And where they met. Daddy was working there at the time.”

“Right, right.” Sadie turned her attention to her clothes. A second later, a black corset landed on her bed, followed by a matching tank, and then sheer black stockings. Skye watched her curiously, while she uncapped the tub that held her dresses and took out a black sundress with enormous blue flowers on it.

“You wear a corset?” Skye asked. “Why?”

“Well- you know.” She shrugged, glancing down, and said a bit sheepishly, “I have a- you know, a lot.” Another glanced downward, hoping Skye got the point. “Regular bras hurt my back. So.”

Her gaze flickered over- Skye was broad across the back and shoulder, but her curves were not particularly pronounced. This was probably not a problem she could relate to.

“Anyway.” She shrugged again, and scurried over to pull the curtain, granting her some privacy, both to change clothes and to be alone with her thoughts, inasmuch as would be possible in a shared attic bedroom.

“Sorry,” she heard Skye say quietly, and then the pulling of the other curtain.

-/-

It being a Saturday night, and Ovens In the Deep being a popular place for the local youths to congregate, it was crowded when they got there. They joined the other groups waiting for a seat in the dining room, and no sooner had they taken seats on the benches than Skye beckoned her close and whispered to her, “Do you see that boy bussing that table over there?”

She nodded subtly toward the boy in question, and Sadie looked openly up at him. He was long and lanky, with clouds of freckles across his face and hair dyed a washed out grey-blue. He looked familiar.

“Yeah? What about him?”

“His name’s Malachite von Steele. He’s kind of a dickhead.”

There was something intriguing in her tone. She didn’t seem to be saying ‘dickhead’ with as much judgment as one would expect from the term. Sadie found herself very interested.

“I think I’d be a dickhead too, if I got saddled with a name like Malachite von Steele,” she said. “Oh, he’s coming over.”

He was indeed. “Thorn-Summers, party of four?” He said, and then on seeing Sadie, grinned. “Well well well, if it ain’t Shady Sadie.”

Sadie bristled immediately. “Listen buddy, nobody calls me Shady Sadie but-“ She broke off. “-wait, nobody’s called me Shady Sadie since I was like eight.” She squinted at him. “Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me?” He cackled and led the family to a booth, bowing them into it with unnecessary formality. “We used to be inseparable, too. I’m hurt.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, and squinted again, trying to figure out who he could mean. It wasn’t as if she had a plethora of friends from her childhood, at least not ones that she could be said to be ‘inseparable’ with. In fact, the only friend she’d had had been-

Oh. Oops.

“I do remember you!” She said. “You weren’t going by Malachite at the time, though. And your hair was longer, and black.”

“Yeah, well, ten years is a long time. So what are you doing here, then?”

“I’m living with my daddy now! And my stepdad,” she added, gesturing the couple, who had been politely perusing their menus to give her a modicum of privacy. On being referred to, Dad set his menu down.

“You know this kid, Sadie?”

“Yeah! You remember! He’s- oh. He?” She raised an eyebrow to Malachite, who nodded. “-he’s my friend from before me and mom moved away!”

“It’s okay, sir,” Malachite said, a nasty sort of smile setting in. “You don’t have to remember me. It’s been ten years, and I don’t look the same, and you weren’t really around that much to get me locked in anyway.”

Dad looked unimpressed. “Actually, think I do remember you. You might’ve changed in a lot of ways, but you’re still a cocky little smart-mouth.”

“I do my best. You guys ready to order, or shall I take off for a bit to give you time?”

“We’d like some time, thank you,” Nicholas said.

“Sure.” He took their drink orders, and once he’d written them down, shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched off with a parting shot of, “See you in a few minutes, Shady.”

“He’s the cutest boy in our school,” Skye said once he was gone. Sadie gave her a pleased look.

“He is pretty cute, isn’t he?”

“Still a mouthy little so-and-so if you ask me,” Dad said, clearly less impressed with him than Skye was. His annoyance stilled at a touch of Nicholas’ hand, though.

“Speaking of cute boys-“ Sadie said, eyes widening as a group of approximately fifty-seven of them went by. (Well, four, in a party with several girls, adults, and younger kids as well.)

One boy in particular stood out; even under a dress shirt and sweater-vest she could make out the bunch and shift of back muscles. Oh… she was weak for back muscles…

“That’s Tarquin Camden,” Skye said. “And the whole Camden family, as well. They live up on Camden Hill.”

“I think I remember something about the Camdens,” Sadie said, racking her brain to recall, but all that came up was that she’d heard her mother on the phone once, talking about ‘those damned Camdens again-‘ before she’d remembered Sadie was there and changed the subject.

“They say odd things go on at Camden Hill,” Skye filled in for her. “Raucous noises, odd visitors, and more dogs than anyone can actually count.”

“They’re a big family who mostly stay close to home,” Nicholas said, with a slight tone of- correction? Admonishment?- under his words. “With that many young people, noise and visitors are only to be expected, it creates a hub for extended family returning to the nest, and people who breed dogs can only be expected to have a constant fluctuation of the dogs they have. There’s nothing about them that can’t be explained by rationality and reason, if you aren’t giving legs to the monster of rumor and gossip.”

“Kooky weird stuff sure sounds more interesting, though,” Sadie said, resting her head on one fist and watching the large party of Camdens gathered around their table, slowly coordinating to take their seats in an orderly way. Her eyes were glued to Tarquin…’s back muscles.

“I think I dated one of those guys,” Dad said, following Sadie’s gaze. “Right after the divorce, trying to get my gay-feet wet.”

“Was there ‘kooky weird stuff’ going on on the Hill?” Skye asked, Sadie’s suddenly delighted expression begging the same question.

“Dunno. Never got invited to the house.”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“Not for the kinda dating we were doing.”

This statement was met with identical looks of horror from the girls; he cackled.

“Everyone dates a Camden at some point if they live in Sleeping Bear while single,” Nicholas said, peering over at the now-seated family. “I’ve dated at least three.”

“Yeah, but you got a lot more exes than the average bear.”

“I have a perfectly ordinary amount of exes, thank you.”

“Yeah, that’s why everyone I meet says I’m the guy that finally got you to settle down. Face it, big man. You got a slutty history.”

“We are sitting right here,” Sadie said, horrified. Beside her, Skye sighed.

“They’re always like this. You get used to it.”

“Hey, I gotta watch my babies get all gooey over cute boys, y’all can stand your old man flirting a bit,” Dad said, jabbing a finger at them. Sadie giggled.

“We’re teenagers, Dad. We’re supposed to be gooey.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a happily married man. Gooeyness comes with the territory.”

This got more laughter, and the family settled down to the Herculean task of getting four people to agree on their pizza toppings. While they bickered back and forth about the merits of pineapple, shrimp, and goat cheese versus teriyaki chicken and spinach, Sadie’s thoughts drifted to watching the Camden party. They were suprisingly well ordered for a large family with a lot of kids.

Malachite came back while she was watching, and followed her gaze to Tarquin and his back muscles. He scoffed.

“Wanna watch it with that one, Shady. He’s the biggest ass this side of the Sticks.”

A blush crawled across Sadie’s cheeks. “W’s jus’ lookin’,” she mumbled.

“Don’t think you got a lotta room to talk about someone being an ass, kid,” Derek said, bristling on Sadie’s behalf. “If this is the quality of service we can expect, Manu’s really let his standards drop since I was here.”

“Oh, excuse me, sir, I’m so sorry to have disappointed you. Here, let me make it up to you. Would you like to speak with my manager? I’m sure he’ll fire me, will that make you feel better?”

“Maybe we should just ask for a different waiter,” Sadie said. “Can we do that without getting you into trouble?”

“Nah, you’re stuck with me. But I’ll be on my best behavior if you ask me to, Shady. I don’t wanna ruin your night :)”

He looked expectantly at her. She gave him a weak smile.

“Please be nice? It’s my first night in town. I want everything to be perfect.”

“For you? Anything at all.” He adopted a customer service smile, and said to them, “So, what can I get you guys this evening? We’re having a special on twelve inch deep dishes right now, you can buy one and get the second half off.”

He didn’t drop the service smile the whole time they were ordering, which was unnerving on a lot of levels, but the main one was that despite being a close-lipped smile, it had given the distinct impression of teeth.

“God, I wish our economic system wasn’t shit bricks so I could tip that kid poorly in good conscience,” Dad said once he was gone.

“Well our system is shit bricks, so he’s getting a full tip. But I didn’t like his behavior either,” Nicholas added, soothing his husband’s feathers as soon as they ruffled. “That wasn’t very professional of him.”

“I wonder what made his mood take a dive?” Sadie wondered. “He wasn’t so sour when he first got here, just kind of bitchy, but in a friendly kind of way.”

“He hates Tarquin Camden,” Skye said. “They’ve been suspended for fighting on multiple occasions. I imagine seeing him in his workplace can’t be fun. Besides, you scolded him when he was just being friendly with Sadie.”

“Still unprofessional,” Dad groused, but his feathers had been suitably smoothed, so when Malachite eventually returned with their pizzas- one of each topping choice- he was much more polite to the boy, though Malachite was locked into service mode for the rest of the night, so there was no more friendly back and forth.

While they waited at the counter for Nicholas to finish settling their bill, he passed by with the plates from their table and cracked a grin at the girls.

“So I’ll see you at school Monday?”

“Yes! Maybe we’ll have some classes together :3!”

“Tch, maybe. Hey, tell your old man thanks for the tip.” He smirked and headed on back, leaving them both watching. Once he was gone, Sadie looked back over to the Camdens.

“Why does Malachite hate Tarquin?” Sadie asked.

“Not sure. But if they talk to each other long enough, Malachite starts swinging.”

-/-

Sadie’s first day in her new school was Monday. She and Skye had spent the weekend going through her clothes, and Nicholas had said he’d take her shopping for new clothes that weekend, so for now she was stuck with the things her mom had picked out for her that she could tolerate.

“What classes do you have?” She asked Skye on the way to the office that morning.

“I’m in History first period,” Skye said, and to the secretary said, “This is Sadie Thorn. It’s her first day. She needs her schedule.”

While the secretary got the schedule for her, she took a seat and rested her chin in her hands, staring at a spot on the carpet while her nerves piled up inside her throat.

“Is this a very nice school?”

“For the most part. I’ve never had any trouble here.”

“Well yeah but…” Sadie trailed off. She very much doubted Skye had ever been thrown out of school, so what sort of frame of reference could she have for whether the school was nice? Skye was probably the teachers’ favorite darling. She probably had loads of friends. She probably was popular with all sorts of boys.

While Sadie tried to find a way to articulate that Skye was probably not the metric to determine her school’s niceness, the office door opened and Malachite came in, a bloody wad of paper towels pressed to his nose. The secretary looked at him and rolled their eyes.

“Were you and Camden fighting again?”

“Not my fault the guy’s a prick. Hey, Shady~” He winked. “What’s your first class?”

“Oh, um-“ She took her schedule from the secretary, who was already fetching a wet towel for Malachite. “I’ve got Biology first thing.”

“Boo, no fun, I’m in History. Let’s see-“ He peeked over her shoulder. “Well, we’re in English Lit together, that’s fun, and then we share a lunch period- oh, lucky, you’ve got Harrow for Biology, he’s way better than Holliday-“

The secretary had returned with a wet towel. They handed it to Malachite.

“Where’s Camden?”

“Nurse’s office. For some reason Doc Holliday felt we shouldn’t be sent to the office together. Something about me trying to get through him to mess the prick up more. Can’t imagine what he was implying.”

He gave them a pointy smile, made more leery by the blood beginning to dry on his chin. The secretary just rolled their eyes, and handed him the towel.

“Go on then, get to class. Miss Summers, you have History this period as well, correct? Would you mind making sure he gets there?”

“As you like.” She gave Malachite a shy smile and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. He cracked a cocky smirk at her and mock-bowed.

“After you.”

After they left- with a parting shot of ‘see you in Lit, Shady’ from Malachite- Sadie turned her full attention to the secretary. “Um, where’s the Biology room?”

“All the way to the end of the hall, hang a left, and then a left, out the doors, and all the way to the end of the breezeway, last door on your left.”

“Okay…” Sadie thanked them in a meek little voice and hurried out, squinting at the room numbers on her schedule and trying to remember the directions the secretary had given her-

-she’d made it about halfway down the hall when she ran into a solid, blistering hot mass. She hit the floor with an ‘oof’ and looked up to see what she’d hit.

She’d faceplanted a wall of back muscles, which on impact had felt a lot more like an actual wall. The wall turned, revealing the owner to be a tall boy with a mop of sandy hair and the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen.

“Sorry,” she squeaked out. “I wasn’t looking…”

“It’s okay.” The boy knelt and picked up her schedule, offering a gallant hand to help her to her felt. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Just my pride,” she admitted.

He nodded, and glanced at the schedule in her hand. “First day? What class are you headed to?”

“Um. Biology. With Harrow.”

“What luck, I’m on my way there too.” He brandished a paper of his own; Sadie vaguely recognized it as an excuse from the nurse’s office. “You can distract Harrow from how late I am. I’m Tarquin, by the way.”

“Sadie.” She hugged her bookbag straps a little close. “Sadie Thorn. You were fighting with Malachite, right? He came into the office while I was getting my schedule.”

He huffed. “Know Mal, do you?”

“We were friends when we were little kids. Before me and my mama moved away.”

“Yeah? Well just to set the record straight, anything he tells you about me is a lie. Okay?”

“He said you’re a prick.”

“If I’m a prick, he’s a kettle. But I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.” He offered his arm. “Let’s head to class before Old Man Harrow has a conniption.”

A flush spread up Sadie’s neck at that, and down into her shirt; with a mumble that even she couldn’t interpret, she took the proferred arm and let him show her the way to Biology.

-/-

Malachite was quiet for most of the walk to History, but as they approached the classroom, he said, “Hey, listen. It’s Skye, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, Skye. Look, I’m sorry about being such a bitch to you guys last night, yeah? I just remember what Shady’s old man was like back when we were kids and I guess I just couldn’t bring myself to be nice.”

“Understandable, I suppose.” Skye stopped outside the door and looked to him. “I am aware of the sort of man my stepfather was when he divorced his first wife. He has been honest with us on that front. However, I am also aware that he has worked hard to unlearn his harmful habits. To hold his past against him when he has become an entirely different person now would be unfair.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged one shoulder, a little uncomfortable now. “I guess you’d know better than me. He good to you and Shady?”

“Very good. He’s very excited to have Sadie here, so they can have a real relationship.”

“Good. Maybe I’ll think about giving him a chance, then.” He gave her another smile, a little less cocky and a little more genuine this time, and opened the door to their classroom, gesturing for her to go on in ahead of him. “For Shady, at least. Don’t wanna upset her.”

-/-

#what i've got so far #it's slow because i'm trying to get to know the characters while i write #anyway i have at least introduced all the relevant players #so y'all should read this and talk to me about them #help me get to know them

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The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 6: HEADSTART HERO

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Chapter 6: Headstart Hero

Peter knows exactly what it feels like to be standing in the crowd, anticipating the start of a show. The strange connection you feel with all these people that you’ve never met, the laughter, the chatter, the excitement coursing through your veins as you wait for the lights to finally dim. Standing backstage holds the same kind of elation; yet it’s completely different. He too, is waiting for the lights to dim. Every time the lights flicker, every time the crowd makes a little more noise, he feels his heart skip a beat. It can’t be healthy to be so tense. His ribcage feels tight and he swallows. Peter tries to shift his guitar strap a little in the hopes of gaining some breathing space. Not that it helps of course, ‘cause it’s not the strap that restrains him.

Next to him, MJ and Ned are fighting equal battles with themselves. Playing for the New Year’s Eve show had been challenging enough, but somehow, this feels different. Like they’re gonna have to prove their worth. This is their chance to get their name out. To connect with potential fans. It’s overwhelming. Very, very much so.

It shouldn’t be long now, please, please don’t keep him waiting any longer. He-

The lights dim at last, and Peter is hit with the screams emerging from the crowd. Astonished, he knows he should jump to action right now. It’s almost as if someone else takes over his body when a broad smile plasters itself on his face and he runs into the stage lights. “Welcome!” MJ laughs into her microphone. She looks absolutely stunning. Her aquamarine dress swirls around her loosely as she walks. Venus, for sure. “We are the inner concentric, the outer radial lineament, the spider-like volcano-tectonic structures from Venus. We have come to Earth to give you a hint of the whirling desire that is found on our planet. We are… The Arachnoids!”

Ned kicks off with a fast-paced rhythm, the deep vibrations of the bass drum tingling on Peter’s skin. Everything about this makes him feel so utterly hyped up. He lets his pick rain down on the strings, earlier nerves forgotten. His fingers glide over the notes so easily. The stage lights are blinding, but he knows how big the arena is. He knows exactly how many people are out there- watching him, cheering for him.

He walks forward, dancing to MJ’s sweet harmony, and slides to his knees to get a break from the lights for a quick second. The group of young adults pressed against the front barrier raise their hands to him and scream. Peter’s eyes widen when he sees one of the girls is wearing a bright-pink tee with ‘The Arachnoids’ written on it with a black marker. He grins widely at her and winks. The girl instantly tears up and brings her hands together in a heart-shaped symbol. “I love you, Peter!” She mouths excitedly.

Peter can’t help the stunned chuckle that rises from his chest and he stands up again, walking over to MJ while quickly waving to the girl in the crowd once. Then, he turns around and leans against MJ, his head dropping backwards onto her shoulder. MJ plays along. She moves her hand up to ruffle through Peter’s hair as she keeps on singing through the high notes of the chorus. “And now we’re hoooo-hoooooome!” Peter jumps away from her and bounces on the balls of his feet and moves his head along to the music. He runs towards the other side of the stage, giving the crowd a good show as he keeps playing with his instrument raised high in the air.

Somehow, his glance is pulled towards the small backstage area he can see from there. Tony’s seated on top of the transport cases again, watching the show intently. Peter can’t help feeling surprised at the fact that Tony’s here watching them play.

Peter swallows when he realizes that his solo is coming up, the exact one Tony had given him the unsolicited advice about earlier today. He presses his lips together and makes the split-second decision to play it Tony’s way. He may not have practiced it yet, but he knows he can do it. He wants to. Why he wants to please Tony so badly is a mystery to him, but he doesn’t have time to think about it. That’s how he takes a few steps closer towards the edge of the stage and takes a deep breath. His fingers find their usual pattern, his pick hitting each snare perfectly- D-string, he reminds himself. Play the F on the D-string.

And oh, Tony had been right. Peter flies through the solo so much easier than ever before. Endorphins release from his brain and make him feel nice and warm all over. He turns his head to look at Tony again. The man’s eyes are wide as he watches Peter play all the way through the solo with ease, and Peter wonders if the man had expected him to actually listen. Peter most certainly didn’t.

As soon as the solo ends, he breaks his gaze with Tony’s and resumes playing chorus’ rhythm, walking over to Ned who’s happily smashing on his drums. The new kit suits him perfectly. Peter has to suppress the urge to look at Tony again and he scoffs quietly to himself. He’s starting to get weirdly attached to the other guitarist. Asshole or not, there’s… something about the man and it’s inherently annoying to Peter. So, that’s why he refuses to look over even once for the rest of the show, and by the end of the set, he’s nearly forgotten that it even happened.

Nearly.

“You guys were fantastic out there- Woah!” Harley laughs and pulls Peter into a tight hug. Peter chuckles, patting the other boy’s back in return. It’s a little awkward, with his guitar between them, but the intention is what matters most. “Thanks, dude!” Peter sighs happily and pulls back. He only then realizes how much his shirt is sticking onto his skin. “Ugh, I need a change of clothes.” Harley chuckles at that. “One month into this tour and you won’t even notice anymore,” he jokes. “We’ll all walk around smelling like shit- part of the fun, I say!” Peter laughs and shakes his head at that. Harley, in return, looks very pleased with himself.

“Hey, I gotta go switch the stage set-up- eh, tell MJ I’ll talk to her later?” Harley asks, leaning in a little as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear it. MJ’s standing a couple of feet away from them, talking to Liz, one of the other roadies working on this tour. “Uhh, sure!” Peter answers, noticing the small blush that spreads on Harley’s cheekbones. The blonde grins and glances over at MJ once more before taking a step back. He finger guns at Peter and winks. “You’re a hero!”

Peter snorts, it’s adorable how clearly the boy is trying to get MJ’s attention. Not that he actually has to try very hard. MJ and Harley have been messaging each other every single day since the New Year’s Eve show. Sometimes they even facetime. Peter can tell that MJ is slowly starting to open up to the idea of Harley possibly liking her, but he’ll keep his mouth shut about it. She has to figure it out herself. In her own time.

“Hero,” Tony scoffs from behind him. Peter has to actively keep himself from rolling his eyes at the remark and he turns around. “That’d be me,” he deadpans. Tony lets out a surprised laugh at that and Peter feels a stupid happy feeling emerging in his chest. No, he reminds himself. Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t want to befriend the man so quickly. He might be less of a prick today, but that doesn’t mean he’s suddenly a kind presence to be around. He’s very much not that. “Space hero… Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” “I guess.” Peter eyes the man, unsure what he wants from him. Tony licks his lips once and tilts his head.

“So,” Tony starts slowly. “Seems my advice wasn’t that bad after all, mmh?” “I never said it was bad.” “But you didn’t like it.” “I didn’t ask for help, Tony.” Peter narrows his eyes a little, trying to read the man’s face. Tony’s deep brown eyes hold something so… Unexplainable. It’s no fragility, neither is it playful. It’s some weird mixture of every possible emotion out there. It makes it feel both very intense and deep, and closed-off at the same time. There’s so much to see that it’s impossible to know what’s truly going on. Peter sighs. “Unsolicited, but it worked. Yes. Thank you.”

“Ah,” Tony exclaims proudly and Peter instantly wishes he hadn’t said it. It’s irritating and he knows that whatever words Tony will speak next, it’s gonna be something cocky again. “When the student is ready, the teacher appears. Mmh, never thought it was true. When do we start your classes?” Peter huffs and looks away for a second. “I’m not taking classes from you. I’m sure you got better things to do than waste your time on beginners like us.” Peter instantly regrets his words when he sees a flash of rejection on Tony’s face. The man straightens his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing together. Peter knows that whatever he said, it triggered the man’s jerkiness full force. “Fine, I’m just trying to be nice. But you’re right, Peter. I got better things to do,” Tony spits out and he stalks off. “Fuck,” Peter mutters to himself. He messed up. Nice job, Parker. Keep going like this and you’ll find your ass on a plane back to New York first thing in the morning. He wishes he knew what had set Tony off so much, but at the same time, he can feel anger bubbling up inside him. It’s so utterly frustrating that Tony can’t handle anything without stomping his feet and throwing a tantrum. It’s not Peter’s problem. It’s not his issue to solve. “Go fuck yourself,” he mumbles quietly. Feeling annoyed with the fact that the whole, hazy feeling of post-concert bliss has shattered.

“Hey Pete, we killed it out there!” Ned interrupts his thoughts as the drummer nudges his side. “And those fangirls in the front, can you fucking believe it? We got fans!” Ned’s enthusiasm instantly lightens Peter’s mood a little. Tension leaves his body and he grins widely at Ned. “We’re gonna be huge, Leeds. One day, I’m telling ya!” “Let’s toast to that, boys!” MJ chimes in and hands both of them a small bottle of water. Peter eagerly takes it from her hands and skews the cap off.

“You,” he says as he brings the bottle to his mouth, “-are a lifesaver.” “I know,” she smirks and chugs some water down as well. “Has anyone seen Harley? He said he’d see me after our set,” she then asks, voice wavering slightly. She cranes her neck to try and spot him. “He just hopped by, told me to tell you he’d see you later. Not sure what he was up to, but running ‘round as always,” Peter tells her. MJ seems pleased with the information that Harley told Peter to make sure she wouldn’t feel left behind. “Poor dude,” Ned mumbles. “I’m sure he doesn’t get paid even half of what he deserves.” “He loves the job, though,” MJ smiles. She tilts her head at Peter. “I saw you talking to Tony, by the way! He seemed nice today?”

Peter scoffs. “He sorta was, in his own way. But one wrong word and he turned all bitchy again.” “Ugh, there’s always some issue with him, isn’t there? Do you still wanna watch their set after that?” “Yes,” Peter answers. “They’re a good band. Who knows when we’ll be kicked off the tour, we should enjoy it while it lasts.” He tries to bring it jokingly but knows it sounds petty as fuck. Dammit, Tony sure brings out the worst in him. “Yeah,” MJ smiles. “I vote we stay.” Peter simply nods and takes another big sip from the water and wipes the small stains of sweat from his forehead using his sleeve. He still feels low-key guilty about the whole encounter with Tony. The least he can do is watch the show and give them their support. He’ll have to try to ignore the nagging thoughts clawing at his mind. He can do that, he hopes.

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geekwithoutafandom · 3 years

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Rewatch/Rediscovery

First some personal stuff:

Okay so buffy was a show I had vague childhood memories of. I attempted a watch back in college but only got part way into S3 before it was removed from Netflix.

I finished the series on Sunday.

I quickly realized that I had no memory of S4 onward most likely due to my mom's censorship of Lesbian content, overall sexual content, and the network change. Also might have more memories of Angel, but I haven't started it yet because I couldn't find a good guide to watch them simultaneously.

I'm also feeling like I missed the sweet spot for writing this post as in too soon vs too late after finishing. I'm hoping not to go into too much detail/go off on tangents, but just give my overall thoughts bring up examples as necessary.

Now the main event:

Okay I'm trying to remember that I'm reacting to this from the perspective of a now adult and in the year of our lord 2021. That the landscape of teen television was wildly different as well as what was deemed acceptable in 97-03.

When I started my rewatch I was utterly horrified. The blatant sexualization of perceived teenagers by perceived adults was disgusting and disturbing. Like yes as teen I experienced and witnessed some of this shit, but the prolific inclusion of it was very unnecessary. Ie catcalling, street harassment. Then there's the inappropriate minor/adult relationships 🤢 ie that watcher and Cordelia.

Then there's the consistent mishandling of Buffy's trauma. Like there are times it respected, there are times it's mishandled and it's acknowledge that it's mishandled, and then there are times when everyone is a dick to her and its framed as the correct/acceptable response.

Also there isn't a single healthy romantic relationship in this entire show. (Like once we got to the Spike/Buffy shit it hit me...This is why my BFF is so shit with relationships this is her favorite show and was very formative for her...and if these were her templates, HOOOO BOY.) Buffy/ Angel basic vamp/human problems. Willow/Oz cheating and gaslighting. Xander/Cordelia shame disrespect and cheating. Willow/Tara addiction consent issues. Xander/Anya relationship of convenience. Buffy/Spike obsession and abuse.

Like seriously don't binge this show. Take your time with it. Other wise it's like putting your mouth to a fire hose of trauma.

And...

Some how despite ALL of that, I liked it. It was a good show. Honestly remove all the shitty stuff and there's still a good show under there. How do I know? Well a personal test is that I dream in universe frequently. The other when I finished it I wanted more. This was a show with tons of heart phenomenal acting and great if not occasionally misguided writing. Another thing I liked is that most of the tension is resolved fairly quickly, which makes the show easier to watch.

What was a surprise to me on a personal level was how much I identified with Buffy (I feel this shows growth ony part as I rarely see myself as a protagonist and even when I attempted a rewatch in college I still was leaning hard towards Willow) Buffy and specifically her relationship with her mother Joyce. As an only child of a single mom their dynamic mirrored my own. I felt some of those arguments on such a level. Buffy struggling with slaying and school reminded of struggling with my learning disability/ mental health and school.

I have plenty of other thoughts but this post is already plenty long enough. Idk how I thought I could fit everything in here. Maybe specific character thoughts later?

Thanks for reading! Especially if you got this far!

#buffy the vampire slayer #BtVS #my thoughts #conversations welcome #more thoughts/posts to come #long post

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let go of any hesitation | shawn mendes

shawn x goth oc

a throwback to the original goth gf fic. this is right after slow, so read that if you want context. a bit of smut lies ahead.

masterlist | playlist

I don't usually think so hard. At least that's how it felt before that tall handsome singer sang his way into my life. My brain was loud enough already (thanks, gentlemen suitors of the past) but it never went on overdrive quite like this. I was "feeling different," as a wise man once said, but it wasn't in a bad way. That's what was so strange.

My mind kept trailing back to the night Shawn and I were in the backseat of his car. The flashbacks played like a movie whenever I stared at the wall for too long or simply watched him play guitar. All he did was use two fingers and now I was constantly zoned out just thinking about how talented he was. I missed half of my lecture notes in most classes because of this. Honestly, I wasn't that mad about it.

Mind you, I still had to follow my rules, no matter how much I wanted to break them. Shawn was still far too understanding about it, and didn’t try to initiate anything with me since then. It was also why he didn't invite me to his apartment yet. Whenever we went our own ways he kissed me and said "I'll text you," making it clear that we wouldn't see each other again that day. Let me tell you, I really had to fight with my brain to not overanalyze that because holy shit, I wanted to be next to him at all times.

At least he did text me. He wasn't as talkative through iMessage but the feeling was there. He would send me pictures whenever he was playing video games, or procrastinating doing his coursework. He frequently sent little clips of him playing guitar and singing, and that is some good shit. I could watch Shawn do the most mundane things and still be delightfully entertained. I was that much of a simp for him. All it took was two fingers and I was absolutely melting for him.

It was strange of him to straight up ask, "Can I send you something?" I got that text when I was back in my dorm, books and notes spread out in front of me on the living room floor. For once I was trying to focus on getting my research paper done instead of thinking about things that have already happened.

Stella was doing the same thing, her own spread of homework on the coffee table. She had been silent with her headphones in as she attempted to read from her history book. Meaning, she didn't look up when my phone went off for the third time that study session.

I looked at the text, puzzled. I sent back a "sure lol" and went back to studying, although the anticipation of Shawn's response was sitting on my shoulders now. My eyes flickered between my phone and my laptop for the next five minutes, and it was embarrassing how quickly I snatched my phone when it lit up again.

I got a fucking paragraph.

"Just letting you know that you don't have to send anything back. And let me know if I'm overstepping too. I've just been thinking about you a lot lately, especially when we were in my car the other night. I want you to see what you do to me."

My face went hot immediately. It should have been a no brainer, given how hard I was simping. But I had to force my brain to function.

We might just start sexting. We might just go another step further. Was this breaking any rules? Was he overstepping? No… he was asking. I didn’t have to do anything on my end. Besides, if any sexual act went against my rules, then they were already broken. On top of that, rules are fun to break.

I typed, "oh it's that kinda something?👀 lol yea send whatever you wanna send."

I looked at my laptop again and nothing about my previous task was processing anymore. What even is homework? I started to gather up my textbooks, notes, and my laptop almost frantically, and I didn't say another word to Stella as I went into my room. Didn't need her seeing how red my face went.

The time that Shawn took to respond felt like years. I put all my things away and sat down on my bed, nervously rubbing my hands together. My phone sat in front of me, silent and almost mocking me. How much of Shawn was I about to see? How bad was the temptation of yeeting myself to his place going to be this time?

When I got a notification, I hesitated. My heart was beating incredibly fast and hard as I stared down the device, and I nearly jumped when it beeped again. He sent two things. Fuck.

"God fuck shit fucking-" I mumbled as I reached for my phone and opened the messages.

A video from the waist down. Shawn was laying on his bed in these particularly tight grey Calvin's. The bulge he was sporting twitched once, twice before his tattooed hand gripped it tightly. And that was it. The second thing he sent was just the smirk emoji.

My throat went dry, my breath hitched, and everything from my lower waist went warm and tingly. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, and my mind immediately filled up with images of what he could possibly be doing next. That's what was so good about it. It wasn't as in-your-face as a straight up dick pic. This video had just the right amount of teasing and sexiness that left me wanting more.

Shawn is very good at this.

"👀🔥" What the fuck else was I supposed to send? I didn't know how to use words anymore.

"Been thinking about you for a while…❤"

"Hoo boi," I whispered. "Hoooo boi…"

I sent back a blushing emoji and a black heart. I wasn't sure whether to fully engage or not. Is it breaking my rules if he sends me these things and I don't send anything back? Not that I could, I was so speechless by what he had packing and the fact that he was thinking about me in this state.

I nearly yelled when he asked if I wanted more… because he had been touching himself for a while already and he was close.

"Yes pls👀🔥" Thank god we weren't talking on the phone, I would have been a stammering mess.

And the waiting game resumed. My body felt hot and restless, so I got up to go lock the door and continue pacing the small room. I had to fan myself like a flustered fool, trying to keep the sweating to a minimum. Then, I practically ran to my bag on the floor and pulled out my headphones, just in case.

When I was ready and settled back on my bed, I had a new notification. I all too eagerly opened the message and saw the thumbnail of the next video.

Shawn had set up his phone and angled it so only his naked torso could be seen from the side. The V in his hips were in the shot too, and his hand was running up and down his body. My eyes followed his hand and the realization that he was completely naked hit me like a bus.

I plugged my headphones in before the sounds of his staggered breath could fill up the room. My eyes were almost comically wide as I watched him touch his own chest and abs. Then, his hand was reaching below the waist and moving in that oddly erotic up and down motion, and his breath hitched.

Next thing I knew, my own hand was going down into my shorts. My eyes stayed fixed on the movement of Shawn's arm and the sound of breathy moans. He wasn't loud enough to use his voice but it was absolutely enough to get me going. My own breathing was matching his.

His free hand was feverishly moving up and down his body, gripping his thigh before switching it up and using that hand to get himself off. That was how I learned his tattooed hand was in fact the dominant hand. Wet sounds mixed with his soft moans as he vigorously pumped himself. His hips were moving swiftly with his hand movements, and all I could think of was Shawn thrusting his hips into mine. It sent a shudder down my body, and I kept working under my shorts.

He got more and more into it, using his whole body as well as his hand, and then his back arched in an incredibly delicious way as he started to shake. Within seconds, little spurts of white hit his abdomen and he let out a string of deep grunts. His body shook and twitched with every pulse, erratically pumping himself dry. Finally, he sighed in great relief (what a wonderful sound it was), and his body relaxed.

My mind was on another plane by the time the video ended. Fantasies of barging into Shawn's apartment and riding him until my thighs were sore kept plaguing me. I had an urge to lick up what he just let out, and the need to be close to him increased tenfold. The simple idea of having his hands on me pushed me to the finish line, and I was quietly groaning and clenching my thighs.

This guy is really going to be the death of me.

With shaking hands, I typed up a response. "Nice. Cool. Real cool. 💯🖤"

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#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #mine

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toastycomrade · 3 years

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I’ve never actually tried listening to MCR, but I’d like to give it a try. Do you have any recommendations for a new listener?

HELLO THERE! i’d be more than happy to give you some recommendations! hoooo boy i’m excited for this

i’ll recommend you one song from each of their albums, because all their albums have different sounds and wildly different concepts that the music is based on. to start off, they have a total of 5 studio albums. here are the albums, and a song from each one, arranged chronologically!

i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (2002)

their first studio album, and i’d recommend listening to skylines & turnstiles, because it perfectly encapsulates the origins of the band. gerard way (the band’s frontman) wrote this song after he watched the 9/11 attacks when he was interning for cartoon network in nyc (he recently graduated from new york school of visual art at that time). after watching the 9/11 attacks, he decided that he needed to get out there and create some good fuckin music.

three cheers for sweet revenge (2004)

this was the album that really made them blow up. after this was released, they were signed to a record label, and this album sort of allowed all of them to pursue music full time i guess you could say that? for this album, i’d recommend helena. this song was named after gerard and mikey’s (they are siblings, mikey is the bassist of the band) grandmother who passed away while the band was in the process of writing this album. her passing had dramatically impacted the process of songwriting. this song is dramatic, it’s exhilarating, and the aesthetics of the music video is CHEFS KISS. (i’m sorry i suck at description...)

the black parade (2006)

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS ALBUM. a whole masterpiece. everything, from the concept, ahh this album is just so fucking iconic. this album is what made MCR like, international. they were on covers of teen magazines alongside like, joe jonas and all that jazz lmao. their most famous song, welcome to the black parade is from this album. however, i’d like to recommend the sharpest lives. i would sell my kidneys to hear this song for the first time again. it’s such an important song to me, and there are many aspects of this song which i absolutely love to death, but if i had to pick one, i’d say the lyricism,,, is just so,,, fucking beautiful. the pure unadulterated anger and tragedy surrounding this song,, god. oh my God. ((ok let’s move on before i actually have a breakdown))

danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys (2010)

now this album is COLOURFUL. its LOUD. its dripping with REBELLION and its sick and tired and its all about REVOLUTION. the songs on this album,, these are songs to listen to while you overthrow the government. from danger days, i’ll recommend na na na! i’m pretty sure it’s one of their greatest hits as well, even my friends who don’t really listen to the rock / pop punk genre really like this song. it’s REALLY catchy, you’ll probably catch yourself humming along to the melody in no time. concept wise, this album is my FAVOURITE. (if you’d like to know more about the concept of any one of their albums, feel free to message me, i’d be really happy to explain!)

other basic facts about MCR:

gerard arthur way (frontman, vocals)

michael james way (bassist) + (we just call him mikey)

frank anthony iero jr (rhythm guitarist) + (we just call him frank iero)

raymond toro (backing vocals, lead guitarist) + (we just call him ray toro)

ex-members: bob bryar (drummer), matt pelissier

feel free to hit me up if you have anymore questions about MCR! let me know what you think of their music!

#iman answers #iman stuff #my chemical romance

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@adampage tumblr did a dumbass thing and messed up the read-more to where I couldn’t put it under one so I had to delete your ask and I’m making a separate post for this disaster of a ramble hoooo boy i hope you’re ready for what you’ve unleashed

adampage asked: ma’am I know you’re high off your rocker but if you have time would you please critique hangman’s playlist for me bc I want to know your thoughts 🥰 anyway yeehaw

OH MY GOD yes???? yes I fucking WILL?????? let’s just pump the breaks on what i was doing right the fuck now, get his playlist in front of me (even though ive been listening to it nonstop and have so many things to ALREADY SAY) and talk about this shit. im sorry if this isn’t coherent im pry just gonna ramble. (edit to add now that I’m done: ITS FREAKING 3252 WORDS LONG LMAO OH MY GOD)

first and foremost. I Love It. let’s just slap that down. get that out of the way. ITS SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD. also this is going under a readmore cause YEAH. it’s THAT LONG.

let’s start first with mr. adam ‘i taught graphic design when i was 20 and learned adobe illustrator and photoshop to design my own tshirts when i was an indie wrestler’ page’s cover image. wait. no. back up - look at the profile image he chose for his profile. it’s not a selfie. it’s not a picture he snapped with his camera. it’s a screenshot of the “has been drinking” moment on aew dynamite. what a lovable FOOL. he really saved that and put that as his profile pic im skjdfkjfd okay now swing back to the anxious millenial design with the signed hangman adam page for the cover. he designed that. I swear he did. I swear he did that. I could be wrong but I just feel it in my bones. that was him. also, THAT should have been the vintage shirt. cowboy shit is cute but ANXIOUS MILLENNIAL COWBOY? I NEED THAT AS THE SHIRT!

okay now let’s get into the songs. wait. before i go through it I do want to say something about the playlist overall.

I can’t decide if this is because he shares so many similarities to the character hangman adam page, but so many of these songs apply to his character like, this fucking playlist plays like a hangman adam page THE CHARACTER playlist. like this is the playlist i’d find on 8tracks back when that was the “thing” in fandom where every song makes me go “OMG THAT IS THAT CHARACTER” like. I don’t know if he did that purposefully as an extension of the character? or if it just happens to line up because of how similar he is and his story is to his character but SOME of these songs wooooo boy they get deep dont they? when you compare them to the character?

okay. songs.

so I know some of these, especially the classics, summertime of course, but for the ones I didn’t know I love them so much. they have such a vibe that just fits him, and they’re all so good???

rather low by nick shoulders is one I didn’t know and I fucking LOVE it. and look. it goes from Long Time Gone by the Dixie Chicks. Long Time Gone about being away from the country life, from home and if my THEORY is right about this playlist hitting the character, hangman is struggling with being lost, without a family. it goes from that to rather low, which talks about not being welcome at home. like “I told you once I told you twice, I’m steeped in verse and cursed in vice” ajdskjds GOOD lyrics. beat slaps. song slaps. I love it.

okay so we go roll on mississippi which is soft compared to the two upbeat songs that just hit us before. calms you down after that high energy beat rather low had. lets you breathe. AND it’s got a sad, soft, longing pull to it, falling in with more of those “lost” from home themes. “You're the childhood dream that I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Now I can see I've been away too long.” UGH! and also, it’s just a good fucking song.

then we go to a song i haven’t heard and love, going places by aubrie sellers. it’s a little bit funkier, but still soft. also groovy as FUCK. and it obv talks about GOING places. so maybe the first three songs were about the home he’s left behind, but now it’s about where he’s going. and man this song just SLAPS.

A CLASSIC is next, 1970 something illegal smile by john prine. it has that classic soft croon, such a good country sound and it’s a little bit playful. it makes you wanna smile and sway back and forth. it’s a good song. fun. but it’s almost a little bit. dark? “ Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone. No, I'm just tryin' to have me some fun. Well, I sat down in my closet with all my overalls, tryin' to get away from all the ears inside my walls. I dreamed the police heard everything I thought, what then?” it just makes me think of when his character “killed” joey ryan. I could be looking too far into it but, that’s what popped into my head.

OKAY NOW this next one. fuck yeah I DIG this song. I hadn’t heard this song and it quickly went into my liked songs. and if we’re following his character, the lyrics hit HARD. “ I've lost the will to try this worthless lullaby. Its melody won't fly me past oblivion. I bet it would be nice to find that paradise, a world of sparkling light beyond the setting sun. But I don't dream anymore” ugh !!!!!!! UGGGHH!! SO GOOD?? and even the slight upbeat to it. “would if I could but I don’t dream anymore” uuuuggghhh SO GOOD. love this song. one of my faves of the whole list for sure.

the next two back-to-back are CLASSICS and fit the hangman adam page character so damn perfect. i’ve even looked at lyrics from merle haggard’s i don’t want to sober up to night for adam in the past akjfdkjdsf it’s fucking perfect. and then followed by dwight yoakam’s honky tonk man?! amazing. we go from from fucking heart-wrenching lyrics if you think about them for him: “ I don't want to sober up tonight. I don't want to act like things are alright, and I don't want to change just to make you think I'm happy. That's my right, I don't want to sober up tonight. I want to keep my mind a little hazy. I don't care if all my friends think I'm crazy. The way I treat myself I might be a little crazy But that's alright, I don't want to sober up tonight. I'm here to drown another day of misery. I'm in here to spend one night without a mem'ry and the way I'm drinking now there won't be any memory. But it's alright, I don't want to sober up tonight” to HONKY TONK MAN. HONKY. TONK. MAN. “ Well I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox, but when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing, hey hey mama can your daddy come home?” ajhsdjksdjkf like. look. partying hangman, drunk, swinging a girl around in the country bar???? cause he refused to sober up and just wanted to have fun? anyways regardless if there’s a connection or if im reaching, these are some good classics to pull out right here. honky tonk man will ALWAYS bring the party back up.

another song I didn’t know but now love? happy reunion by colter wall? this is a good freaking cowboy song??? and it’s a cute story???? about what a cowboy does during his day??? what the fuck? riding along the range with his dog, helping the cow, getting the calf back that’d gotten lost???? CUTE? anyways this is a vibin as HELL song and if it’d come out when I was still raising cows my ass woulda been blasting this shit as I drove to feed the herd for SURE. this song is a whole ass vibe and I’m digging it.

okay. walk through fire by yola? another i didn’t know (which - so far it seems all the songs that arent classics - spare dixie chicks - are from 2019) and I am obsessed with???? it’s so good? and fuck just such a good love song??? “Standing on the side of the river. Staring across the great divide. I'd give all my gold and silver just to get to the other side. Your love is like a rescue vessel, carries me through the night through these flames of destruction. I know you're gonna make it right. I know, I know you're gonna save my life.“ LIKE? HENLO????????? FUCK!!!! THATS SO GOOD. that whole song I could post all the lyrics tbh. and the way she CROONS it ugh. yeah. I love that song.

FUCKIN YES. DOLLY FUCKIN PARTON. youre not gonna make a country playlist and not include a dolly parton song boy i KNOW IT. and the song choice??? hm? remind you of a CERTAIN COWBOYS STRUGGLE WITH NOT HAVING A HOME???? “What difference does it make which way I go, got an empty feelin' down inside. Still I need to stay alive and who can tell what waits beyond this road. I'm a drifter” ajdfshjsd god I love dolly. and of COURSE he does too. i’m so pleased by this choice I can’t stop smiling. ugh. love this. love dolly.

sandpaper oneside, rubber other by the bobby tenderloin universe what do you know? another 2019 song I didn’t know and yet absolutely LOVE. I also am loving how he does a mix of classics with newer (but still almost classic-country sounding, maybe like. classic meets modern) country music in this playlist. AND WHAT A SONG. it’s so good? and again, just makes me think of the character. “there are two minds inside me. that’s one life too many. but i keep moving slow on both sides, strong as I can be.” tell me that doesnt make you think of hangman adam page. and it has such a... sad vibe. “i cant believe the things i am. as much a lion as a lamb” !!!!!!!!!!! ugh such a GOOD LINE. THAT SLAPS. LOVE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh this song. especially the back vocals of the woman that comes in later on? it’s like. ethereal. beautiful. fucking beautiful and almost haunting. paired with the sad lyrics? UGH. gorgeous.

long white line by sturgill simpson i do know and LOVE and it’s got a fun, uplifting cowboy beat following the more slow, sad croon of the last song. it’s SO COUNTRY. the way it’s sung? SO COUNTRY. and also ajdfskjsd adam. “I woke up my baby was gone without her I don't need no home” and “Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind. If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line” kjdjkfdkjf this is just such a country song, and it fits SO well, especially after that previous pick.

now we go from two new songs to another classic. another (i think) 1970s country hit. lonesome, on’ry and mean is SUCH a classic country song. it has that good old sound, and the story it tells too. and just, I can’t stop thinking about hangman just “ Been driving these highways, been doing things my way. It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean.” ajdskjflkf it’s fair to say that character IS lonesome, on’ry and mean right now. anyways, fun country song regardless and I DIG the addition.

okay back to a newer song and holy shit. this is my personal favorite of the new songs he introduced me to. this song I LOVE this song. fuuun FUN beat, makes me want to fucking GROOVE. I love love love this, and I love the way the singer sings? it just makes me wanna UGH. just wanna sway to it. the whine in the croon I just love. and the BEAT. the beat is so fucking good. and the lyrics? “I'm that wholesome Midwestern boy that you want to bring home to your mama. Even though I bring you joy, baby I'm not the toy you wanna play with at night. Too many things I've seen. Too many people and places I've been. I'm thinking about doing those things I shouldn't be doing. Something I've never done before. I want something to fuck me up. Need somebody to fuck me up. Everyone feels like it. Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up” ajdsjkds I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH “Well I might go and get drunk and stoned 'cause it's better than being only crazy. If I ever come back, wherever I end up at is where I was supposed to be.” it’s so perfect for his character it drives me crazy. this is a song I’d listen to and first, groove to, and then be like THIS SONG IS HANGMAN. love this song. absolutely a favorite.

the next song though. the next song. fucking hangman adam page and his love of biscuits. southern biscuits by seasick steve oh. my. god. this BOY. THIS COUNTRY BOY. THIS BISCUIT LOVIN COUNTRY BOY. this is such a damn good addition. not only is it so fucking country, almost. spoken/sung? the soft hum with the fucking banjo??? and of COURSE of course he knows and loves this song I can’t with him. and it hits you with the: “ Southern biscuits, nothin' better in the world 'less they're made for you, by your southern girl.” and I go UWU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

two new songs so guess what? classic time. BALANCE. HE’S KEEPING BALANCE. I swear he’s done this purposefully and I could be crazy I could be giving him more credit than is due but I swear he’s picked the arrangement of songs too. because this is too coincidental. so, we’ve got our classic livin on the run by david allan coe. what a DARK song to go with. about a man who murders a woman and lives on the run (again, can’t help but think of the joey ryan murder thing, but hey. that’s just me grasping for straws) regardless if it ties or not, it’s a good classic and it’s fun to croon to even if its uh. dark but sung like. upbeat? almost???

okay, another classic and, to me, one of the sexiest songs on this playlist. I fucking love this song. it’s sexy with an underlying of dark. she literally seduces and knocks the guy out and robs him blind and he’s STILL craving her summer wine like. this song is SO GOOD. so fucking good. the way the music swells with the storytelling is beautiful. “Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring, my summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time, and I will give to you summer wine” is just so ajkdfskjdfs ugh i love this song

and guess what? two classics so we’re swinging to a newer song. left turn on a red light by blackfoot. oof. I didn’t know this song and it hit me, it’s so good and I know im saying that about all of them but Honestly. “ Sun shines down on the desert, and it seems to make my life a haze, and I dream of my childhood sweetheart,and the freedom that I had in those days.” UGH. “ Will I always be a rambler? Will the ones I love always keep tellin' me, "You stare too long in the mirror, son, someday you'll be too blind to see.” HELLO???? those lyrics? SO GOOD. and again applying them to hangman just makes me FERAL SCREAM.

cowboys and hippies by cody jinks is such a hangman song it’s almost unreal. if I was going to REALLY reach I’d say it almost reminds me of the way the crowd pulls him back. “At some old honkytonk bar that I know by the smell, some old drunk on a barstool on a Merle Haggard tune. That's my kind of room. Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys. They don't care about no trends, they don't care about songs that sell. Yeah, tomorrow I'll be gone, so tonight everybody just sing along, raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys” GOOD LYRICS. this has the same sad undertones too as a lot of these songs have too.

ugh. I love him sincerely for this next one. blue skies is one of my favorite songs, but blue skies by willie nelson? YES. my grandpa used to play willie nelson ALL THE TIME and I love this version. an uplifting song to follow the heavier songs. I’d like to think of a hangman who has the blue skies from now on. all of his blue days gone. this song is such a classic (cover) that just. good pick. I love this.

alright, so we’ve got a classic but he’s chosen the version from bojack horseman which makes me think that might’ve been the first time he heard it, but that’s neither here nor there. stars is a BEAUTIFUL song. and boy am I happy we had blue skies before this cause fuck. how sad? how emotional?????? “People lust for fame like athletes in a game, we break our collarbones and come up swinging, some of us are downed some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found” fuck. fuck fuck fuck. and the last two lines, thinking about hangman? “So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around, I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down.” FUCK. my HEART. good pick but OUCH. good but ow.

summertime by orville peck is next BLESS finally an orville song I was gonna lose it on him if he put a playlist and DIDN’T include an orville song. interesting though he went with summertime, the newest, and not any of the ones off pony. but! it follows stars well. its soft, lull, and the lyrics are so hangman now that I put it in this context. “Catch 'em by surprise and chasin' the horizon, nothing holds me down. Askin', "Where the time's gone?" Dreamin' with the lights on, tryna keep your eyes on something along the rise" anyways I know YOU know this song well it’s so fucking good. has that same soft pull a lot of these songs have. the way that chorus swells though? the secondary vocals??? ugh. yeah this was a great choice, I’m glad he went with summertime. it fits the vibe of this playlist so well.

we’re ending on a song with such a country sound to it (i mean all of these do), a bit more upbeat, a bit more funky. “Some say I'm a wild man, drink too much nectar from the corn” and also “Oh the school, it wasn't for me. I earned my stripes a different way I learned to sing harmony and go play out on the stage” definitely makes me think of hangman for SURE. it’s a funky song to end on, and if you keep listening to the playlist on repeat like I do, it even falls into long time gone really well.

and of course this is assuming you’re meant to listen to them one after the other and not on shuffle. I’m sure it still works on shuffle but I LOVE the flow of this playlist listening to it one after the other.

love this whole playlist. and my identifying it with the character could TOTALLY be reaching, but of course I’m going to think of him and analyze his selection of *these* songs specifically to put out to all of us. out of EVERY song he likes. he didn’t include... hmm cowboy take me away, for example? shoulda been a cowboy??? the vibe of the overall playlist FITS “anxious millenial cowboy” it has an underbelly of sadness to it. and I dig the fuck out of that.

overall 10/10 I love this fucking playlist thank you goodnight

#hangman page #ashley answers #ashleys talking again #tw: weed #tw: alcohol #ANYWAYS what i'd said before is #if you read this whole thing i think im obligated to marry you #also. i forget to mention the title of some of the songs i talk about but it follows the list the whole way down #sorry how non-coherent it is i just. lose it.

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reading tgcf chapters 72 - 88 end of book 2. body horror kind of in this one. if you know you know and i did include an excerpt of it

i didnt take any notes from 72-76 but uhhhh shit has hit the fan

fuuuuuuck. but he couldnt get there fast enough and then THAT happened to that family FUCK :(

xie lian has indeed been greatly sheltered and this is a painful if inevitable moment. very curious about where he goes from here :(

:pensive: the universe has its own rhythm. perhaps it does but im wondering if this is part of it orrrrrrr

wait theres a girl. shes pretty. feng xin is impressed by her this is a first. is she going to be important? is it too much to ask for? to see a girl do things?

xie lian and the king... i sad. but the anger is real from both sides regardless of their arguments. i sad

ahhh flashbacks to religious studies. read a whole essay about contagion magic vs similarity magic. pretty sure it was by one of those early anthropologists who were ummm racist but this is definitely a thing that people do

damn so xie lian’s first experience of killing anyone was during the revolt and he killed thousands. wow. “mere ants” like those crushed for him by servants. hoooo boy

:pleading: hes so good and im so sad for him to painfully learn that just being good isn’t enough

awwwww. </3

ohhh wait i think the epub version doesnt spoiler out the authors notes awwww i was enjoying the mystery but okay. not sure if i would have guessed this without tbh theres a lot of kids (2) running around with bandages in this book. but i guess the saber thing isnt likely to be anything else. also ohhhhhhhhh hong hong-er... little reddie... ah i see now :(

land of the tender; body of gold hard pressed against desire. hmmmm. im. hmmm. remember that scene with the prostitute in ghost city and how i was glad it ended quickly? i miss those days. i mean murderous desires/lustful desires okay sure thats something fine but. hmm not so sure how i feel about the rest of this. and the hair thing has significance according to the notes. i mean. hmm. moving on for now. ive seen spoilers for more about hualian’s relationship but im gonna wait to comment on it until i know everything

i would actually be curious to see feng xin and mu qing interact without xie lian when theyre still having to work together i wonder if they are more chill or less chill bc clearly feng xin cares a lot about xie lian and im wondering what theyre like with each other without him around. to be fair tho since theyre his generals im not sure if theres much room for that

human face disease time. oh boy. things really are only getting worse. im also suspecting that this disease was intentionally brought into the city to hasten its downfall but we shall see

saving this for the illustration of the differences between feng xin and mu qing. not sure what it says about me but im finding mu qing relatable that is 100% what i would do but i feel much more fond of feng xin. interesting

thank you for being a beacon of amusement in these trying times. distract your bickering friends by forcing them to play improv games. also the differences between fx and mq continue to interest me

awfully convenient there guoshi. i have to say that its looking more and more like the bad shit thats happening in xianle was actually not to do with xie lian. the fact that the yong’an rebels were being supplied? whatever the fuck is going on with lang ying.... i could be wrong but thats what im thinking im wondering how much of this was already laid out or at the very least poised to happen before xie lian intervened

here it comes this is the unsettling body horror bit

BRUHHHHHHHH. HORRIFIC. IM SORRY BUT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT IN ADAPTATION FOR THE CHILLS IT WOULD GIVE ME.

hmmm after this its mu qing who is like “hey ummm you kinda just chopped that guy’s leg off when he hadn’t actually asked you to. kinda fucked up also could definitely turn on you” makes sense that it was mu qing who said that he’s clearly very smart and bc of his background he’s more likely to think of things from a different perspective than xie lian and feng xin. he’s been scornful of commoners before but he definitely understands them more so than the other two

just when i thought this couldnt get more horrific. no rest for anyone what an awful fate

saving this as a note on mu qing as a character and his attitude towards xie lian. what xie lian says here about the curse is interesting. the faces/souls vs the ones they are infecting. its awful for both of them and neither are the only truly at fault theyre being pit against each other

its telling that mu qing is the one who is telling xie lian that line about there not being a second cup of water. also BIG ARGUMENT im bookmarking this to come back to in the present day

looks like celestial palace is coming down and im bitterly remembering the fact that xie lian toppled his own statue earlier to let lang ying get away... who then presumably planted the curse.... sighs

the bits with xie lian’s parents made me tear up. this is, what the kids call, relatable.

hmmm dont think feng xin is always going to feel this way lmao

oohh that is a cool image

i.... sad. and so book 2 ends!!! im wondering when we find out exactly how the split between our trio went down. im sure its sad

politically im still not sure exactly what the message is trying to be i mean obviously theres corruption that completely throws the poor under the bus but so far its also been clear that xie lian actually cant do anything about it. but!!! also xie lian doesnt understand a lot about the world, he’s been sheltered and he’s a prince and he wants to save the world and i love him for that but he hasn’t seen what the reality of life is for a lot of people he’s looking at everything from the position of the nobility and even with all his kindness i dont think thats ever enough to bring about meaningful change. how can it? idk but we still got a LONG ways to go

#all my mutuals: tgcf is a tragedy #me reading book 1: is it??#me reading book 2: oh it really is #:(#tgcf liveblog #mouse mumbles

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Author Interview

Tagged by @riptidemonzarc, and dude, thank you for thinking of me for this. It really made me think about my 12+ years of work, lol.

Name: orangeflavor

Fandoms: Hoooo boy here we go. Just counting ones I’ve written for, instead of ones I also read, my biggest contributions have been to Game of Thrones, Mass Effect, Dragon Age and Naruto, but also X-Men, Star Trek, Lodoss War, Sailor Moon and Harry Potter years ago.

Where You Post: Ao3, FFnet, and here

Most Popular One-Shot: By kudos, it’s ‘The Warmth of Wolves’ (Jonsa, Game of Thrones) but by hits and bookmarks, it’s ‘Teeth’ (Jonsa, Game of Thrones)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Oh, across the board it’s ‘Wool and Tallow’ (Jonsa, Game of Thrones)

Favorite Story You Wrote: Oof, okay, uh, this is gonna be hard, so I’m going to give you favorites for different categories -

My favorite one-shot is probably ‘Reckoned from One Midnight to the Next’ (Kaidan-centric/Shenko, Mass Effect), which is weird, because Kaidan isn’t even in my top five characters to write in ME, but it just worked so well in this story to get into his perspective. ‘Reckoned’ is a poetic-prose study of grief following Shepard’s death over Alchera. I fucking loved exploring that style, and I got to really delve into the daily difficulties of learning to live after loss. It’s just... god if you read anything of mine, please, read that.

Favorite multi-chapter (though I have very few anyway, hahaah) would be between ‘Rocks and Shoals’ (Kolyat/Oriana, Mass Effect) and ‘Moiety’ (Gen/multi-ship, Mass Effect). Rocks and Shoals is just so emotionally exhausting to write, it really digs deep, and it’s the slowest of the slow burns I’ve ever attempted to write. The poor thing has been sitting untouched for too long, but it might be the dearest fic I’ve written. It’s taken so much out of me, and it’s challenged me so much, and it’s got probably my favorite ship in the verse (and the closest thing to OCs I’ve written in fanfic). Kolyat and Oriana are my precious little shits, and it’s been an honor to share their story.

Moiety is just super fucking fun to write, lol. It’s a 100-word drabble series, which is great for training yourself to write economically - to say everything you want to say, in the most powerful way you can say it, in as few words as you can say it with. It’s got some gut-punches in there alright, and it’s been a great exercise to keep my descriptions tight and my themes focused. It’s also got that poetic feel to it for a lot of chapters, and I write original poetry, so that probably has something to do with it being a fave.

On the whole though, my favorite collection of stories for any one single fandom would have to be my Jonsa fics for Game of Thrones. Maybe that’s because they’re my most recent and so my style is as evolved as it can be for the moment, and I’ve honed my skills well enough throughout the years to be able to say that about these stories. But also.... I’ve never written for any one ship quite this much before. And I mean never. I’ve been so inspired recently, and I’ve become quite proud of my work actually. I enjoy these fics. I get so much out of writing for Jonsa, and sharing in this fandom. This is the best of me yet.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Oh def my first explicit smut piece ‘Teeth’. But it had an amazing reception, and I’ve since had the courage to post more smut, so this ended up being a great experience, honestly!

How You Choose Your Titles: I don’t usually choose a title until I’ve written most, if not all, of the story, and that’s largely because I don’t always know the exact theme I’m exploring until I’ve gotten through enough of it. Then I choose a specific word or image that works as a symbol in the piece, something that can represent the theme on a whole, in a pinprick focus kind of way. I don’t like general or abstract titles usually. I need something concrete, often tangible. I need something that you feel like you could turn over in your hand and go ‘hmm’ about. If that makes sense???

Do You Outline: AHAHHAHAHAHBDJBFJSLAknvdkngnn

Fuck no, I’m a disaster writer. We write by the seat of our pants and die like men.

Complete: 82 stories, almost entirely one-shots

In Progress: 7, though 2 of those are 100-word drabble series and 2 more are longer drabble series, and they’ll probably always be WIP as I’ll add to them when the inspiration strikes.

2 more are on indefinite hiatus until I find the drive to finish them (possibly never).

And the last one is ‘Rocks and Shoals’ which will always be slow going but best believe that baby’s crossing the finish line at some point, even if it takes years.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: A Season 7/8 AU and fix-it multi-chapter for Jonsa, Game of Thrones - quite possibly my greatest challenge yet, my albatross and my tour de force all at once. Halfway through and fucking loving it.

Also, I haven’t started it yet, but I’ve had an idea for Hunger Games kicking around my head for the better part of three years and by damn am I going to write it one day. Perhaps I’m just building toward it.

Do You Accept Prompts: Yes, but no guarantees I can fulfill them.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Previously mentioned AU Jonsa fic. Let me tell you. LET ME TELL YOU. I can’t even articulate the depth of my excitement for this fic. I’ll be blasting it for days once I finish it. You won’t be able to escape. I will smother you all with this fic, I’m telling you right now. Be prepared.

Tagging @ladyalice101, @tacitwhisky, @sailorshadzter, @amymel86, @theoriginalsuki, @missfaber, @szajnie, @kadaransmuggler, @goddesstiera, @joufancyhuh and any others who want to do this!

#my writing #about me #fanfiction

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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Armageddon Chapter 13 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 13

Summary: Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Mainly language I believe

Song for this Chapter is Enter Sandman by Metallica

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Dean was pacing back and forth in the holding pen. They had a crew in the launch bay prepping the rockets that would launch them into space. He hadn’t spoken to (Y/n) in a while and he was now itching to hear her voice. He was told his walkman wouldn’t be allowed on the ride with him. Know all he was left with was a ball of nerves and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“You ok brother?” Benny leaned on one of the walls and crossed his arms. “You keep walking like that, you are going to bore a hole on that concrete floor,” Benny chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll strike oil!”

“Or hit a gas pocket and launch us to the moon.” Dean rolled his eyes. Sam wrapped his arms around their necks.

“Guys, do you know where we’re going?” Sam asked with a smile.

“No, Sam… I mean where could we possibly go?” Dean sighed sarcastically. “Oh no… I just set him up didn’t I?”

“Guys, we are literally going where no man has gone before!” Sam chuckled. “So, who wants to be Kirk?” He smiled and walked away.

“If anyone’s Kirk, it’s me.” Benny told Dean.

“I can be Bones!” Dean gave Benny a pat on his shoulder as they followed Sam.

They made their way to a small area were they were helped into their space suits. Dean glanced over at Sam. He looked like he was born to wear the suit. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Ready?” Sam asked everyone. There were murmurs and nods. “Let’s go guys.”

Dean closed his eyes as they made their way to the lift that would help them get on the rocket. He tried to focus on what (Y/n) sounded like. He always felt her voice calmed him whenever he was nervous. Soon, they were up in the lift and making their way into the shuttles, where they were strapped in.

As they were getting ready for lift off, Dean heard Sam say something. Something a little familiar.

“Say your prayers, little one. Don’t forget my son to include everyone.” Sam sang. Benny smiled and joined in.

“I tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin, 'Til the sandman he comes” Benny smiled to Ketch.

“Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight!” Ketch joined in.

Dean smiled as he joined everyone for the next part, “Exit light. Enter night. Take my hand. We're off to never-never land.”

As the rocket lifted off the force pushed them all back. Sam began yelling loudly. “Woooo! Hoooo!” he began.

Followed by Ketch, “Yippee Ki Yay Mother Fuckers!”

Dean closed his eyes, “Son of a BITCH!”

“Oh man brother this is just like a carnival ride!” Benny laughed.

“My carnival rides weren’t like this!” Dean screamed. Sam was laughing. For the first time in awhile, he felt so carefree. He didn’t want it to be over.

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Mission Control

Houston, Texas

Bobby looked around mission control. They had arrived just before the crew was launched into space. John sat with (Y/n) and Jessica as Ashton sat on Jessica’s lap. They were watching the video feed from Cape Canaveral.

“I want audio and visual up! No excuses I want all eyes and ears on what is happening!” Bobby shouted out, “Move ya Idjits! We don’t have all day!” he said as the rocket launched. “We have five minutes before we take control!”

“Look at it go.” Jessica whispered. “I’ve been to launches before, but this is different…”

“What the hell is that noise?” John asked. “Is that...Metallica?”

“Dean!” (Y/n) laughed, “It calms him down when we fly.”

“Of course it does.” Jessica laughed. “That sounds like Dean.”

A few moments later, they hear the whooping and calls as they headed out of the atmosphere. They were all smiling as they heard Dean scream. Jessica covered Ashton’s ears.

(Y/n) placed her head in her hands, “Oh Dean, really?” she moaned as she laughed.

“I have the audio but where is my visual people! What are you Idjits doing? Picking your noses? MOVE IT!” Bobby bellowed as he began to try and fix the problem. “Freedom this is mission control, we have audio but no visual do you copy?”

Jo’s voice came over the communications system, “Mission control we copy loud and clear.”

“Freedom, you are going to head straight for the asteroid,” Bobby leaned on the com. “Just take it nice and easy, no side tricks Jo, copy?”

“Roger that! Mission control,” Jo gave the short reply.

Dean looked out through the front window, it was surreal. Space was vast. He was seeing more stars up where he was than he could down on the planet. He closed his eyes and looked to Sam.

“Man I wish (Y/n) could see this, It’s amazing.” He breathed.

“Yeah, I should have done it sooner.” Sam gave a soft chuckle. “I never thought I’d have the chance to actually do this.”

“You should give yourself more credit.” Dean told him. Sam shrugged.

“They told me I was more valuable on terra ferma.” He unbuckled himself to float around. “This is amazing.”

“Woah, woah! Sam what are you doing?” Dean freaked out.

“Floating.” Sam said. “You don’t have to stay buckled in the whole time.” He smiled as Benny joined him. “See. It’s fun.” The guys and Jo started floating around the cabin, except for Dean, who refused to get out of his seat. “Dean, come on.”

Dean looked to Sam, with a shaky hand he undid the seat belt. “I die, you promise to take care of (Y/n)? Right?” He gave his brother a serious look. Dean let go and allowed his body to float.

“You’re not gonna die. I won’t let you.” Sam smiled at him. “What do you think?”

“It’s weird… But I like it,” Dean gave him a soft smile, “I feel all floaty.”

“Welcome to space.” Jo laughed. “This is my third time.”

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Back in mission control, Bobby had everyone scrambling to try and get a video feed. He rubbed his forehead at his situation.

“Can anyone tell me why we can’t get god damn visual on them?” He shouted.

“What’s going on?” Jess asked, a little nervous. “I don’t remember this ever taking this long.”

“John, I’m getting worried here,” (Y/n) shook her head as she nibbled on the nail of her thumb. “I… I have a bad feeling about the boys… I can’t…” (Y/n)’s breathing became panicked. “I want to talk to Dean… I… I should have told him….”

“Okay, Bobby, let us know if anything happens.” John said. “Jess, (Y/n), come with me.”

John led (Y/n) and Jess to a small room next to mission control. He let the girls in first and closed the door behind him.

“Ok, everything is going to be fine,” John looked at (Y/n). “This stress is not good for the baby, (Y/n). just take cool calming breaths.” John began to take deep breaths hoping (Y/n) would follow.

And she did, soon calming down. Jessica rubbed her back, even though she was just as upset. She had really hurt Sam, thinking he was using her. She should’ve known better. Sam was too sweet of a guy.

“How are you feeling?” Jessica asked (Y/n).

(Y/n) shook her head as a strangles sob came out, “What if I never see him again?” she looked to John, “you were right, I should have told him.”

“He’s coming back. Everyone is.” John told her. “Because I will kick his ass if he doesn’t.” He hugged her. Jessica sat off to the side, feeling out of place.

“Come over here Jess,” John called her over. She went over to them, getting swept up in their hug. Ashton wiggled his way into the middle of it, laughing.

John let the girls go momentarily to pick up his grandson, “Hey little man, last time I saw you, you were just a tiny little thing.” John tickled him, “I’m your grandpa John, I’m your dad’s daddy.”

“Daddy has a daddy?” Ashton asked. “That’s cool!” He looked around. “Where is daddy?”

“Well Right now, he is with your Uncle Dean up in outer space,” John explained. “They are going to break apart a big rock that’s coming our way.”

“Is daddy Superman?” Ashton asked seriously, but it brought a smile to everyone’s faces.

“Oh yeah, and Uncle Dean is Batman,” (Y/n) chuckled with a smile to Ashton.

“Batman’s so cool!” Ashton said. He wiggled out of John’s arms to run around the room, pretending he could fly.

(Y/n) gave John a sad smile, “I don’t know what I would do if Dean didn’t come back.” she shook her head, “I’m sorry, my hormones are all over the place.”

“You’re allowed to be emotional.” John said. (Y/n) looked over then as she heard Jessica start crying.

“I’m sorry guys.” She said, wiping her eyes. “Ignore me.”

“Hey,” John said gently, “Whatever happened between you and Sam, It’s ok.” John pulled her in for another hug. “You married a Winchester, that boy over there who looks like my son.” He motioned his head to Ashton who was playing with cars. “He is a Winchester, you are a Winchester Jessica.” he held on to both women as they cried. “(Y/n) even before Dean gave you that ring… you are a Winchester. You two hear me?”

“Yes,” they both echoed as they allowed John to pull them in tighter. (Y/n) noticed that Jessica was wearing her wedding ring.

“Uh, hello?” Charlie said awkwardly from the doorway. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. “I just wanted to let you guys know that we got video of the shuttle. It’s not great though. But Bobby said you guys wanted to know…”

(Y/n) and Jessica ran back to the control room. John picked up Ashton and carried him. They could see inside the shuttle, watching as everyone floated around. Sam was picking on Dean by spinning him and Benny wasn’t doing anything to help him.

“Ok, boy’s time to buckle back up we need to land this thing,” Jo chuckled as Dean could be heard in the background.

“Sam when we get back to gravity I’m going to pummel you to the ground!” Dean groaned. “I hope (Y/n) punches you in the nads when we get back for that!”

“That’s if she can see us!” Sam teased.

The audio began cutting in and out. Much of the conversation began to get cut. Jessica covered Ashton’s ears as Dean began to curse loudly at the turbulence while they were landing. John rubbed (Y/n)’s and Jessica’s backs as they watch the shuttle shake and bounce. It wasn’t long before the shuttle landed perfectly. Everyone in Mission Control cheered, but Bobby held up his hands.

“Don’t celebrate yet,” He sighed. “We still have a long way to go.”

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#Armageddon #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #jensen ackles #Jared Padalecki #fanfiction

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birth-fic-lover · 5 years

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Second date

After such a successful first date a couple of days ago, Kayla couldn’t wait to see Thalia again tonight. She had made her feel sexy again, she had barely slept a wink the last night. Just thinking about doing it all again, made her nervous and excited.

After being abandoned nearly six months ago by her ex, her heart was healing and she was ready to find happiness once again. She was just so glad that she found someone who accept both her and the baby. She hoped this was just the start of a new chapter for her, that she could raise this baby in a loving home. She knew this was big talk after only one date, but she felt a connection with Thalia.

She watched herself get dressed in the mirror, she felt different. This was no longer the body was carrying a child that she wasn’t ready to raise alone, this was the body that had been seen as sexy and powerful. She put on a dress that showed off her blossoming baby bump, feeling her form with her hands she noticed her belly had go lower the last couple of days. But no matter, she wasn’t due for another 3 weeks.

Though she was experiencing light cramps, but she rubbed them away. This must be the dreaded braxton hicks she thought, she was sure they would be gone by this evening. She went back to her full length mirror, she started doing her hair and make up. Once it was complete her eyes went back to the refection of her swollen midsection, her baby was kicking and she smiled at the sensation of her active passenger. A cramp returned but it left as quickly as it came, she was then interrupted by her phone.

It was Thalia texting her the details of the date, she hadn’t told her that she was experiencing cramps. She wanted just one more date to seal the deal before the baby came, she knew that all the signs of early labour were there but she just hoped that it was just cramps.

She rubbed her full-term belly gently, “you wanna stay in there a little longer don’t you darling”. But once again she was greeted by a mild cramp, she groaned in discomfort this wasn’t looking good but she had to keep it together. But at the end of her next cramp she felt a dribble of water escaping her, she rushed to the bathroom quickly pulled her panties down. As she sat on the toilet the release of pressure confirmed to her it was her waters that had just broke, she had been in pain all day she knew her labour was progressing.

She knew that her date ending once again with a night of passion was off the table, but maybe she could still go for a few hours then go to the hospital? She didn’t want to loose Thalia, and she seemed to find her sexy with her baby bump. It would be fine, it was her first baby so it would take ages. Her contractions were just aches and were short and spaced out.

Gently she lift herself off the toilet, as she washed her hands and touched up her make up she ignored the irregular pains. She adjusted her dress as she called for an Uber, she felt a sharp twinge and she tried to rub it away. “Come on baby you can wait a few hours”.

When the car arrived it took an effort too keep a straight face, as she felt a contraction whilst climbing into the car. But within 10 minutes they were stuck in traffic, they listened to the traffic report on the radio as it told them that there had been a crash on the road.

It took double the time but eventually they arrived at Thalia's flat, as Kayla climbed out the car she had to hold on tight to steady herself. Thalia was standing outside waiting for her, she came over and too her hands, she guided her to the pavement.

"Is everything okay?" Thalia asked.

Kayla nodded she worried that she wouldn't be able too keep the pain out of her voice, but it was too late. Another contraction hit her hard and she couldn't help clutching her belly, “aaaaaaaaaaaargh" she moaned "the baby is sooooo active".

"Course he is" said Thalia not believing a word of it, she could see that her date was in labour. She took her into her flat to sit down for now.

"I thought we hee hee were going out toniiiight?" Kayla asked.

"Let's just stay here until I know what to do with you".

"What do you mean, hoooo hooooo hee hee hooooooo hoooooo hee hee" Kayla said as Thalia helped lower her onto the sofa.

“Are you okay? Really, because I think you are in labour” Thalia asked.

“Noooooo, I’m not" she insisted before relenting. "Hee hee hooooo hoooooo yes I'm in labour" she moaned.

“Please let’s get you to the hospital, don't worry about our date" Thalia said.

“Ooooh, here it comes. Nggggggaaaaa but I wanted to see you."

“But I think our son… I mean your son, he might have a different idea" Thalia said blushing.

"What?” Kayla said "hoo hooo, sooo you see this as your child tooo"

"Forget I said anything slip of the tongue"

"Doooo you?"

"Ok ok" Thalia said the blush deepening "I know we had only one date together. But I had such high hopes that we could be a family".

“I want that tooooooo oooohhhhhhhh nnggghh" Kayla moaned as she felt another contraction building. Thalia looked at her worried, it had been only a couple of minutes since the last one. Also she didn't know anything about delivering a babies, “just try and breath though it” she told Kayla. As she put her hand on the dome like belly, she felt Kayla’s contractions ripple under her skin.

“Baby I gotta push, I’ve gotta push aaaaaaaugh naagggghhhhh" she groaned bearing down

“Wait what no I thought we had time, we need you get you too a hospital" Thalia said panicking.

“Ohhhhhhh noooooo, no no no. Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, here it… Ngaaaaaaah" and once again Kayla pushed. She could feel the child entering the birth canal, she lay down on the sofa and spread her legs as much as the dress would let her.

“Honey I’m here, It’s okay I’m not going anywhere” Thalia said holding her hand

“Really? You prommmmise ohhhhh ohhhh naaaaaggggg”

“I promise”

“The baby the baby it’s coming, nnnnaaaaaa oooooooh ohhhhhh.” She gave a mighty push and she felt the child’s head started to make it’s way past her lips. Aaaaargh” she moaned and she frantically took her clothes off needing to be less restricted.

Thalia could now see that Kayla’s child was coming, “please” she begged “don’t push yet”. "I need to get this baby outta me" Kayla cried.

"Just pant," Thalia told her, “I will be right back”.

"Hoooo hoo hoo" Kayla panted, “what are you doooing?” she said fighting against the urge to push.

After washing her hands in the bathroom, then grabbing towels Thalia came back and told her “okay lets have a baby”.

Kayla didn’t need to be told twice she held her belly and gave a huge push, already she could feel the head spreading her lips wide.

“That’s it don’t stop now” Thalia said helping her keep her legs spread, she could see the baby had dark hair. As the head made it’s way out it was stretching Kayla to her limit, but she didn’t stop until the contraction was over.

“I’m sorry this is our second date” Kayla said weakly

“Are you kidding me, this is amazing” Thalia said, then softly added “certainly something to look back on one day.” Kayla couldn’t help smiling at that.

"Oooohhhh god, ohhhhhhh god. The baby it’s coming fast, I can feel it owwwwwwwwww”. Kayla pushed again, but this time the baby's head sliding out fully with a rush of fluid.

"The head's out, we are almost there" shouted Thalia.

Focusing on getting the shoulders out, Kayla bore down hard. “Oh god it burns so bad, ohhhhhhhh”. The baby slid out of her a rush of fluid soaking the towels Thalia had put under her. Thalia placed the baby on Kayla's now softened belly, and as the little boy’s cry filled the room they both knew that there would be many more dates to come.

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inactive151738582 · 6 years

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what are your favorite shyan fics ever????????

lemme start out by saying this, love. In no way do I think that just because an author that isn’t on here, doesn’t mean I hate their writing. I chose these specific fics that grabbed my heart, got me hooked, made me re-read parts over and over again.

With that being, I present to you Gabrielle’s recs for her favorite fics under the cut!

A Ghoul’s Guide To Life, Death & Afterliving by MercurySkies

Summary: Shane was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that, to quote ‘the’ Charles Dickens with an emphasis on the ‘dick’. They didn’t tell you the great Victorian novelist was also a grade A asshole in high school but then again what do they tell you in high school? Shane Madej was dead, as dead as one disembodied soul standing seemingly above his own corpse probably can be.’

Chapters: 21/21

Commentary: holy shit balls y’all. this fic hits you right in the feels. whether it’s the style of the author’s writing or the slow burn that makes you beg for the two idiots to kiss. it’s an enjoyable story that everyone can enjoy that deals with heavy topics and sheds light on to them.

show me what i’m looking for by bodhirookes

Summary: Shane works at the university library and, somewhere in between fighting with Keith about everything and nothing, sharing contraband snacks with Sara under the help desk, and trying to avoid being killed by his take-no-prisoners boss, Quinta, he meets Ryan Bergara.

Cute, smiley Ryan Bergara.

Conspiracy theorist, believes that the Whaley House is haunted and that Amelia Earhart got abducted by aliens Ryan Bergara.

And Shane regrets hiding from Quinta in the History section because now he wants to kiss a ghost hunter.

Chapters: 4/5

Commentary: I got an update for the story a few weeks ago and I realized I subscribed to it and I never finished reading it. So I continued reading it and wow did I want to slap myself for deciding to stop reading this. It’s just amazing. And I’m a huge sucker for slow burn and this just screams slow burn. I’ve re-read scenes over and over again because it’s just that powerful.

The Devil’s In The Details by chaoskiddeer

Summary: Shane had never thought too hard about taunting ghosts and demons. But it only takes one badly placed joke to invite in something that is better off left alone. His and Ryan’s comfortable friendship is going to be tested to its limits when a demon unleashes a storm of uncertainties into both of their lives. One thing’s for certain: Once the storm passes, his and Ryan’s relationship will never be the same again.

Chapters: 15/18

Commentary: holy crapola is this a good fic. I remember seeing this on my dashboard and setting low expectations for this fic due to the fact it seems like all demon!Shane fics are similar. Shane is the demon, Ryan finds out he’s a demon after a ghost or another demon tries to go after Ryan and so on (no hate though to demon!Shane fics). However, this is so different where as the demon posses Shane but however, Shane can control it and the demon can as well and I genuinely love it. And while it uses demonology terms and since I’m an atheist who has no darn clue about demons, the author explains to the reader about what the demon is and doesn’t like put paragraph after paragraph explaining what the demon is.

Believer by cellardors

Summary: Some demons and otherworldly creatures love climbing up the power ladder. Shane is not one of these. He likes where he is (thank you very much) and has no interest in moving up. All he wants is to give his friend Ryan a nice birthday gift. So, naturally, everything goes to hell.

Chapters: 17/17

Commentary: so remember how I mentioned most demon!Shane fics go like “shane is a demon, ryan finds out and so on and so forth”? well while this is it, the thing that makes me love it so much is that the author has their own little twist to the same demon!Shane plot (again, no hate, just stating facts thats how it usually goes from what I’ve seen). an example being as mentioned in the summary, there’s levels. fucking levels, man. that make it so cool and (demon!)Shane’s stance on the thing helps the reader understand Shane’s personality a tad bit more which is helpful. also, there is a “villain” that was different than most fics and this is just such an amazing fic and wow I just love it.

See Me For Me by luxbuhree

Summary: Ryan loves a lot of things. He loves his morning jogs. He loves eating cinnamon buns. He loves watching the sunrise.

Then one day, he meets Shane — and he begins to love him too.

Chapters: 16/16

Commentary: I just recently discovered this work and boy do I love it! It has the right amount of fluff and angst. It’s not all fluff but not all angst and it has a cute little plot. I love angst with my entire soul but when writers put it in the same work every other chapter, I get turned off. Luxbuhree writes the angst naturally and it comes when you expect it to and not randomly and it’s just a sweet lil’ fic that has a happy ending.

out of the blue by PuggleBunny

Summary: He’s scared, because a gun is pressed up to his head and he’s at the mercy of a man with an eye for money and no conscience to stop himself.

But what scares him more is that he kind of wants him to pull the trigger, just to see what would happen.

OR: Unsolved is being canceled, Shane and Ryan are drifting apart, and Ryan doesn’t know what to do.

Chapters: 2/?

Commentary: hoooo boy, now these are all my favorite stories on this list. However, this one takes the cake. As you know, there is heavy angst in this story and it’s throughout and I pretty much just said that I don’t like a story where it’s all angst BUT the only exception being if it can relate to me. For example, I can’t relate (SPOILERS FOR BELIEVER JUST GO TO THE NEXT SENTENCE) to having my demon friend sacrifice himself for me. But I can relate to the fact where everything in my life is going downhill and it just kinda sucks cause you’re in that Hamlet kind of mood where you don’t want to die but you don’t want to live either. I feel like that’s what makes a good writer: having your characters having the ability to connect to real life situations or people for that matter because then it sends this feeling like “wow, I’m not alone” and in this case, it deals with suicidal thoughts and (gonna get deep yall) as someone who has struggled with depression for most of my teen years and suicidal thoughts, I felt alone and this fic just kinda makes me feel a little less alone and there was a comment from the writter stating that they too feel what Ryan’s feeling and it just makes it a nice feeling. However, I do wish there was an update but alas, all of us writers have an outside life.

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STAGE ONE ; NUTTY NEBULA

Sonic’s Mechanics in a hypothetical Mario Galaxy featuring the Blue Blur consist of Dashing across various Micro-Planets and asteroid belts not unlike the Plumber in his own Galactic Romp, however faster gameplay and deadlier enemies pursue the Hedgehog as he chases Doc Robotnik through the stage in an effort to bust free a capsule of Looma’s or snag a Chaos Emerald from him. There is usually a boss fight at the end of Sonic’s stages, which are the third stage in a set of three for various zones and acts.

STAGE ONE ; ACT 3 ; BEGIN

First he’s chasing Goombas across a field of Daffodils, and now robots are showing up and punting him from Micro Planet to Micro Planet. How on Earth did Bowser get Robots this advanced and this strong. Simple stomps and hammer swings aren’t doing it. Though Mario is even more confused when these Egg shaped droids start blasting The Goombas... Though he’s too tired to speak.

“OHHHH-HO-HO-HOOOO~!” A voice suddenly rings out as a floating, mechanical pod sinks down from the sky and a man with a sinister looking mustache and a pair of blue glasses leans across the pod to stare down at Mario. “Good Evening, sir~! I’m Doctor Robotnik... Soon to be the new ruler of this strange and divine world! This is a friendly warning, from one Mustache enthusiast...” He did have a nice mustache “-Too another! Surrender, and you will be spared...” He waves his hand lazily.

“Barring you surrender yourself to undying Loyalty to my empire! Of course.” The Doctor Chuckles as he leans forward. “So! What will it be, good sir?” The Doctor asks, only for Mario to growl and toss his hammer at the egg shaped pod, which rumbles when it’s hit, but seems relatively unaffected.

“...Disappointing. E-Bots!! Destroy him!”

As the Robots close in, Mario raises fists high and prepares for a nasty brawl before one of the robots slams into his neighbor. Then bots start exploding as blue lights intertwine between each other. Then suddenly, amidst the pile of scrap, a figure in dashing sneakers and slick clothing appears, blue hair tied into a pony tail blowing softly in the wind created by his momentum and pale skin glowing brightly with ears twitching in excitement.

“What!? Sonic!?” The Doctor shouts at him, as if he’s known the speedster for years.

Kicking a robot part away and hopping off the pile, The Speedster, Sonic, speaks in a snarky tone.

“Ssup, Doc~?” “B-B-B-B-B-But-! The Celestial Drive-!” “Eyah?” “Chaos Control!!” “Mhm.” “I thought you destroyed yourself!”

Sonic started chuckling as he squatted down and dusted his hands. “Seriously Doc... I created that mess. You really didn’t think I knew what I was doin’? Sure, I had a nice little vacation in a nifty world called Teyvat, but I stopped smellin’ the flowers and hopped back along the Cosmic trail to kick yer butt, Doc.”

“Rrrgh!! Your manners are as bad as ever, Hedgehog! I’ll destroy you here and now!” He shouts, Sonic standing up and kicking his foot against the ground as him and Robotnik take off down the only path available before them, Robotnik activating a series of tubes on the side and top of his pod that glow a fearsome red.

A series of three lasers fire in a sequence Sonic is quick enough to dodge. First the sides, then the top, then all three that Sonic hops onto a passing robot to avoid, kicking it into the Egg-pod before landing back on the path and dashing toward Robotnik, kicking more of the reinforcements he called into his pod until smoke is fuming and leaking from his pod. The Plumber has never seen something move so fast.

“Come on Doc~! Is that all you got?!” Sonic taunts. It gets under Robotnik’s skin pretty easy. “NO!!! Fire Everything!! Fire All Weapons!!”

Slamming his finger against a button, the pod and all robotic reinforcements fire every blaster and laser they have at their disposal, Sonic grinning in delight as he’s engulfed in hellfire and plasma, smoke and fire engulfing the path he’s on. Mario lets out a cry, ‘OH NO!!!’ Before he stops, tilting his head and seeing the smoke clear.

“OH NO!!” Eggman Parrots, as the smoke clears and Super Sonic stands there, Chaos Emeralds rotating slowly around him. “They came through with me, Doc... and I went through a lot of effort to get these bad boys back, Eggster... so I think I earned the right to scramble yer egg...” He grins, blonde hair waving calmly and golden aura pulsating brightly as Ruby Eyes flare at the doc. He aims his hand forward and with just a pulse of it, The Doctor’s robots are destroyed by an air cannon.

“It’s time for us to go home, Robotnik.” “NO!! I’ve worked too hard to set up shop here, Sonic! I won’t let you-” “CHAOS!!!” “NO!”

As the emeralds glow a starlight white, Eggman fires a laser pistol in his pod’s cabin at one of the emeralds. Before Sonic can add on the ‘CONTROL’ to the Chaos, the emerald shatters, causing Super Sonic to let out a pained scream and be blown back by the shattering of all Seven chaos emeralds, which reverts his blue back to gold. Eventually, The Doctor is left shocked as Sonic stands up, wind knocked out of his lungs.

“Until we meet again... my old enemy...” The Doctor sighs before the pod starts hovering away.

Sonic can only be left, to literally pick up the pieces of the emeralds, which scatter across the cosmos to different micro planets and star systems. He holds the pieces of the fourth emerald in his hands before sighing. He’s angry. he keeps it contained... Sighing as he looks up at the stars.

Paimon... Lumine... Keqing... Noelle.

Your work and efforts to help me get home won’t be wasted. He stuffs the shards of the emerald into his bag and turns around to see Mario standing there. He saw what happened, and understands now. Eggman is an invader, and Sonic is a traveler from another world that is trying to contain the chaos he inadvertadly started... so he’s gotta take Eggman home.

Mario speaks a bit to Sonic, which to the normal ear, sounds like gibberish. Sonic, though, has advanced and highly perceptive hearing thanks to his ears.

“Huh? You wanna help?” Sonic tilts his head, looking between the cosmos and Mario. “It looks like a long trek, dude, ya sure?”

Mario nods.

Sonic shrugs and fistbumps the plumber.

“I appreciate it, dude!”

Time to hit the ole’ cosmic trail.

#Gotta go Fast (IC)#HIT THE OLE COSMIC TRAIL (M&S CT Verse)#Lookin' clean! (Headcaons)#tw // long post

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