#continuation of yesterday's gifset

[mulderscully]

I am actually way too tired to make two gifsets today and yesterday I had no mental energy to even talk but today I do.

So I'm gonna talk about my favorite arc, which is Scully's cancer.

I think it's pretty safe to say that most of the fandom agrees that The X-Files did not know how to handle the shows overall mythology, except when it comes to the cancer arc.

What stands out to me about the cancer arc is how well written, planned and executed it was.

It starts during Leonard Betts, which is the shows most watched episode, bringing in an audience of nearly 30 million people on that Superbowl night. This was such a brilliant marketing strategy for the show as well, because it was a way to not only continue riding the high of how popular the show already was, but also bring in (at the time) new viewers by starting such a compelling arc in the middle of what appears to be a monster of the week episode.

To me, the cancer arc is such a fascinating way to delve into Scully and Mulder, as individuals and as a unit. We see how Scully not only puts up with Mulder, but loves him in such a deep and almost mystical way that you couod argue his belief that she will survive this incurable disease is why she does. This is foreshadowed back in One Breath with, "I had the strength of your beliefs."

And as much as she has the strength of his, she prays for him too when he refuses to let her take the fall for him despite being terminally ill.

Cancer is a terrible, terrible thing but Scully having it opened up so many doors for the development of her character and their relationship. Mulder's guilt that she has cancer because of the journey she embarked on with him, and her apologizing for not being able to finish that journey with him shows us how devoted they have become to one another.

I also think this is around the time when David and Gillian switch from still being sort of green as actors (which I love too) to actually doing emmy worthy acting for an extended period of time. There is something so chilling about Scully telling Mulder "the doctor said I was fine." and him replying, "I hope that's the truth." for example.

I know a lot of people believe Scully is immortal, because she didn't die and because of what Clyde Buckman said (among other things) but I have always seen the moment between them where he tells her she doesn't die as him reassuring her that the cancer does not kill her, and unlike a lot of things that happen to Scully during the show her cancer is not completely ignored later in the show, with even Mulder mentioning how he wished her back to health when she was in the hospital during the revival.

There is, of course, more to say but basically: cancer arc you will always be famous.

#xf30th #txf

[ihavenocluedude]

Lost in admiration

Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!reader

Link to reading this on Ao3    Link to my main masterlist 

A/N - I don’t mention any pronouns as far as I know so I think I can call this gender neutral but what the heck do I know. Title sort of taken from the song Head over Heels by Tears For Fears. Although not really inspired by it. Except maybe the vibes?? I’ve seriously been working on this for days now and my brain is beat. I am so in love with Eddie Munson though so it’s worth it. 

Sort of inspired by these two tags I wrote in a reblog of an Eddie Gifset :

Warnings - Swearing (a lot of internal anxious swearing especially I guess but also in dialogue, which is also mostly in the anxious dialogues), crushing on someone for years, mentions of drugs and alcohol, drinking, I’m kind of scared this is OOC... so like hoping it isn’t but warning that it might be

Word Count - 5.7k

”So, you’re having a party on Friday?” This had been going on for 3 days now, the near-constant questioning. 

Several people coming up to you at any time they themselves figured was a good time to ask this very question. And now even fucking popular douchebag star of the basketball team Jason Carver was speaking to you. Seemingly trying to work some sort of charm that you bet several of the cheerleaders had fallen victim to.

”There’s no party.”

”That’s not what the entire school is saying y’know? Parents gone, a whole house to yourself, don’t be selfish.” As if any of that would change your mind to actually liking parties and wanting to have a bunch of strangers in your home.

”I know.” You chuckled sarcastically before continuing ”But, y’know… no one in this school except for me actually lives there so, it’s my right to decide. No party.”

”So… no party?”

”Exactly. Spread the word, jock.” Thankfully, he stepped away from your lunch table after that. ”I hate this.”

”You don’t hate this.”

”Robin. I hate this. Someone literally almost stopped me in the grocery store yesterday, with my mom next to me! They’re not even away yet. And it wasn’t even me who told the masses that I’d be home alone this weekend.” You ranted in anguish before letting out a small groan, your volume rising slightly during your rant, making several of the students in the cafeteria look over at the two of you.

”I am sorry for telling Steve…”

”I know.”

”I didn’t think he’d-”

”Robin, it’s okay. It’s fine. It would’ve spread around anyway. Apparently, Steve was not the first to start spreading the word. Someone heard us talking the other day and didn’t hear all of it, so they assumed, like they always do.”

Your parents had told you the weekend before they were going to be away. Told you that they trusted you not to do anything stupid, have at most just three friends over, and to try not to mess up the house whilst they were gone. They hadn’t told and taught you the wise lesson that it’s wise not to mention this information in school or to tell your best friend not to tell anyone including her still somewhat new friend Steve Harrington.

Formerly known as King Steve. More recently known as the guy who had a thousand dates lined up but nowhere to take them to. Hawkins wasn’t exactly the most… eventful place unless you count the horrifying events that you’d thankfully and unthankfully gotten to know about through Robin’s rants to you about it after she got pulled into it all.

And Steve couldn’t possibly bring all his dates to the makeout spots like Lovers’ Lake or Skull Rock. No no no, that would be completely ridiculous. So when he heard Robin mentioning you being home alone for the weekend, aka a possibility for a party he could take a date to, he’d just ran off to the phone to start calling numbers. He isn’t the guy to force a party upon you but… he ’accidentally’ was anyhow.

”Would it be that bad if you had a party?”

”Are you offering to clean up the house with me the day after?” You asked mostly sarcastically. Even with trying to turn everyone and anyone away from the idea that you were having a party… It was sort of starting to grow on you anyway.

The ’classic’ high school experience was just there right in front of you, why not appreciate it? Besides if you didn’t you’d have to open your door every five minutes on Friday and tell them ’no, there isn’t a party here, listen for a second… you hear that? complete silence’ anyway by the way this had spread… so why not instead actually just let them in.

”Sure.”

”Really?”

”Why not?”

”Am I really going to have a party just because of group pressure?” Robin’s smile was ridiculously infectious and even as you said it you felt your lips quirking up into a small smile.

”Not just. He would totally come.” AND she’d won you over completely. You knew exactly who she was talking about, because who else would she be talking about with such inflection in her voice.

Before you knew it you had stood up on the lunch table dramatically as he himself has done before. Clearing your voice in a showy way before almost screaming to the cafeteria ”I CHANGED MY MIND! MY HOUSE THIS FRIDAY, PEOPLE!”

You should’ve known to regret those sentences by the way the basketball team table started cheering. Fuck. But then whilst you were getting down off the table, desperately averting your eyes from the popular table, your eyes just quickly locked on him for a second. The usual jean vest & leather jacket duo, and the Hellfire club shirt proudly presented under them. But more importantly, his eyes on you too.

”Well, that was nice.”

”Do you think he’ll still come if Jason and his league of basketball douchebags come?”

You knew that he wasn’t that into parties in general. But he showed up sometimes. You weren’t really a party person yourself but if Eddie ’The Freak’ Munson came to the party, you’d hear about it the day after usually. Some of them he just attended because he knew he could sell a lot, bringing along his little lunch box-y thingy.

But… in this situation, you also sort of had a contact that could perhaps convince him to come. Hopefully.

The video store wasn’t necessarily your favorite place in Hawkins, but it wasn’t all that bad. You’d hang out with Robin whilst she worked sometimes, which led to actually getting to know Harrington a bit. There were movies galore, you had a pretty good friend discount, and Robin would tell you when something you’d maybe want to rent or buy would come in. But none of those reasons were why you entered the video store along with Robin right after school that afternoon. Almost rushing up to Steve Harrington, a somewhat pleading look in your eyes already.

”I need you to pass on a message. Well, not a message per se… I just-”

”Out with it.”

”I want you to make Dustin convince Eddie Munson to go to my party. Without making it all- fucking- obvious.” You were jittery, nervous, and still just a tad on edge from your earlier announcement at lunch. And Steve’s immediate reaction to start laughing at what you just said did not help your on edge behavior. ”Steve, I’m serious.”

”Eddie ’The Freak’ Munson?” He scoffed once he’d calmed down his laughing enough to get words out, but then turned quiet for a few seconds as he saw your anxiousness. ”Are you… No way! You’re into Freaky Eddie?”

”Steve! Shut up!” You muttered with wide eyes, quickly glancing around the store to thankfully see no customers your age in the store at the moment. ”Can you do it?”

”It’s up to Dustin but I can ask him.”

— ~~~ —

All in all… it wasn’t a big deal. The thing about Eddie, your thing for Eddie. But it had started years ago.

It could all be traced back to middle school. But you wouldn’t call what you felt back then a crush. It was more like…  an admiring kind of intimidation and jealousy.

He was just so himself.

You felt like you were still deciding if you were an actual person and there he was so… fully formed. He’d already started his rock band with his friends, been so passionate about music it almost made you sick, and had a sick buzzcut at the time. And he was older. He seemed so mature and grown sometimes although he was probably nothing of the kind.

It wasn’t like you ever talked to him, the intimidation was just… too much. He went off to high school whilst you were stuck in middle school for two more years without him and by then he’d slipped away from your mind a little. Well until you saw him again at least.

Once you caught up to high school with him he was in his junior year. Just two more years until you’d probably never see him again, at least that’s what you thought.

Freshman year was… easy. It wasn’t quite the same awestruck admiration you’d had for him when you were younger. And you hadn’t yet quite seen him like you would come to see him the year after. Once entering your sophomore year, the year of his first senior year, you realized that the feelings you felt towards him had definitely developed more… romantically?

Without ever speaking to the guy, without ever actually interacting with him, it had still developed.

He had started growing out his hair from the buzzcut the year before, the shaggy curly hair growing quickly and just almost reaching his shoulders at that point. And you noticed that you’d never really noticed his eyes before. For a guy who seemed so unreserved and called a freak, his eyes were just really calm in a way. Yet so expressive, warm, and just beautiful. And although you’d never really mention it to anyone, not even Robin, he was adorable. And hot.

But you had to be honest with yourself after all. That was his senior year. He’d leave Hawkins and probably never come back after that, at least that’s what you’d heard the plan was. And you were… glad.

Maybe you could stop feeling like some school girl with a silly crush on the ’bad boy’ of the school. Maybe you could stop feeling as if he was just everywhere you went in Hawkins, just because your brain seemed to feel like it meant more seeing him than seeing any other schmuck in this school or person in this world. Maybe you could stop fantasizing about joining his club just to get the courage to actually talk to him.

Then he was held back.

And it all just snowballed. The feelings grew more intense and testified to the fact that you really never were going to speak to him out of your own volition. Not even if you tried joining The Hellfire club, because how on earth were you going to speak to him whilst under the pressure of the game too?

And now you had agreed to host a party partially because Robin told you he’d come. It wasn’t even guaranteed. It was just speculation and your heart jumped out of your chest and told your brain it was a good idea, even when in afterthought it felt like the most stupid thing you’d ever done.

— ~~~ —

You’d thought about if you’d actually get the courage to speak to Eddie at the party. Would what people call ’liquid courage’ actually give you courage? You weren’t a party person yourself, you didn’t know the proper etiquette, and you definitely didn’t feel like you had whatever you thought you needed to speak to Eddie Munson. Which felt silly considering Freshmen speak to him daily.

You hadn’t ever talked to him thus far, why would it happen at the party?

This was the question you were both asking yourself as much as you also were protesting it. You obviously wanted to speak to him. And hey, why not? It would be more casual at the party, perhaps liquid courage is actually courage, and hey maybe unicorns do exist?

It all just felt so ridiculous that you questioned why you were thinking about it this much anyway. A loop in your head with the intermittent ’you should think about all the other great things about this party!’. And still, it was on your mind the whole Thursday school day.

”Hey!-shit. Hello?” The question had been clouding your mind enough to first not even notice the person who’d called after you. ”Can you stop walking please?” Or at least seemed to be calling for you. You turned around before answering, hoping to see that it wasn’t yet another person asking about the party and instead someone calling after someone else.

And there he was. Seemingly actually calling for you.

Taking a breath and clearing your throat before answering, ”Y-Yeah?” if you hadn’t it probably would’ve sounded more like a whisper.

”You’re having a party tomorrow right?” A quick nod in response as you don’t fully trust your words, barely even trusting your facial expressions in this moment. ”Could we talk for a minute?”

”Yeah sure absolutely.” You were talking to him. What the fuck was going on.

”Not… in school preferably.” He clarified, hoping that you’d get what he was signifying. You gave a slower nod before gesturing with your thumb over your shoulder towards the way you were headed out of school, him giving you a nod back to say that he’d follow you. Walking up beside you as you then walked side by side through the halls.

”I could… I could drive you home or something and we could talk about it on the way?” He suggested sort of stumbling through the sentence, your shy and quiet demeanor because of being flustered evidently being somewhat contagious.  

”Uhm… well, my friend is supposed to pick me up. But… yeah sure?

”Oh, I should’ve known, you can still go with… them. We could just talk tomorrow?”

”No, it’s fine, really.” You insisted whilst simultaneously trying as hard as possible not to constantly look up at him. To get to see his eyes up close or see if he had that smile you’d only get to truly see when he was making a spectacle of himself somewhere in the school. Instead, you allowed yourself a few short glances before averting your eyes to the way you were going.

Whispers from other people in the hall somehow already started going around about the two of you as they saw you. But soon enough Eddie’s voice cut through them as he spoke to you again.

”So, Steve right?”

”Huh?”

”The friend picking you up?”

”How’d you know?” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in response although quickly trying to unfurrow them to not seem as desperate for the answer as you actually felt. Running your fingers anxiously over your forehead lightly before running your hand over your hair and then dropping it to your side again.

”Well he picks you up sometimes right?”

”Well yeah but-”

”And I know Dustin who knows Steve so…”

”Right. Of course.” Somehow it had never truly come up in your mind that Eddie could know who you were. That he had heard about you from Dustin or others, that he could’ve had thought about you too whenever you two saw each other around Hawkins the last couple of years. ”I just have to tell Robin that I’m going with you instead and then we can go I guess.” You sort of sighed out when the two of you stepped out of the school, trying to take deep breaths but still feeling like you were somehow failing.

Once outside Robin was thankfully the first thing you saw. Not that she was close by but rather that your eyes knew just as well as your brain to seek her out when anxious. Your safe person.

”I’ll just go wait in my van.”

”I- I don’t know which one’s yours.” It wasn’t completely true, but it wasn’t false either. You’d seen him arrive at school once or twice at the same time that you did and although you had picked up that it was a van… you’d mostly been focused on the driver rather than the car or really trying not to look.

But even though you knew you’d embarrass yourself more by trying to find it later without knowing what it looks like… you found yourself regretting saying that anyway. Because right after you said it, he got closer to you, made sure he was on the same eye-level as you, and then pointed it out before noting; ”It’s… that one.”

Shivers. down. your. spine. Mouth slacking slightly open before quickly snapping it shut. Breathing in deeply through your nose, although regretting that instantly as well.

He was barely doing anything but being somewhat close to you, body heat radiating from him, his arm pointing over one of your shoulders towards the van that sat just a small distance away, his head lingering quite closely by yours on your other side.

But considering you’d pined for him for over two years, been admiring him, and been intimidated by him for even longer, it felt like… nothing else. Not to talk about the fact that you got a heavy dose of what he smells like, heavenly by the way, when you breathed in through your nose.

”I- I see it. I think. I’ll be right over. I just- see you later.” You managed to get out before directing your eyes back to Robin and walking quickly towards her. Her eyes were wide and already looking at you, definitely having seen what just happened, your eyes instantly shooting daggers back at her as you knew that Eddie would be able to see her expression if he looked over.

And although she was your safe person you once again couldn’t stop the incessant overthinking going on in your head as you walked towards her.

Eddie must think that you’re terrified of him or something by the way you’ve averted your eyes, stumbled and stuttered your way through the conversation, and the anxious behavior overall. OR he knows, he’s noticed and he knows. Either way; Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

”So, what the hell was that?” Robin asked a teasing grin on her face that probably wouldn’t stop even if you begged her not to smile like that ’because it’s making it obvious’.

”I- uhm… he wants… Eddie- he wants to talk about the party, I think. He’s sort of driving me home.”

”What?”

”You can literally not make a big deal out of this right now, I’m freaking out and he’s probably looking at us or something. I can’t look-” You started ranting, your last few words catching Robin’s attention as she decided to glance his way instead, your hand immediately going up to her jaw to push her eyes back to you ”Robin! You can’t either, are you crazy?”

”Somewhat.”

”What the fuck do I do.”

”You think I know anything about that?”

”I don’t know! Where the fuck is Steve when we need him?” And almost as if summoning a demon, you apparently summoned Steve by just saying his name, his car rolling into the nearest parking spot to you and Robin before quickly half getting out one foot in the car and the other on the asphalt. ”Oh, thank fuck.”

”How did you do that?” Robin chuckled before looking over at Steve. ”Hi Dingus. Look like it’s just going to be the two of us.”

”Really? You don’t need a ride?” Steve asked, directing the first question to Robin before looking at you and tilting his head the way it feels like he always does when asking something.

”Getting a ride by Eddie Munson.” Robin answered, louder than needed and with the same teasing grin as earlier. Throwing her stuff in the back seat before assuming the Steve Harrington Position of one foot in and one foot out.

”I thought you’d never spoken to him before?” Steve questioned, thankfully much softer and not as loud as Robin. You walked closer to the car hoping that fewer people might be interested in the talk the three of you were having and not having to talk as loudly. Or at least not as loudly as Robin thought she needed to for you to hear from that small distance away.

”I haven’t. Not until today, he was sort of waiting on me outside the classroom by the end of my lesson I guess?” And it still felt like one of your dreams or fantasies, although with a lot more anxiety.

”And you’re getting in a car with him?”

”I trust him. I mean hasn’t he like driven Dustin sometime or something? He trusts him too! But uhm… I need… Like- What the hell do I do? Like how do I act?”

”Why are you asking me?”

”Because you know about these sorts of things! I’ve seen you at the video store. C’mon now Harrington, lay it on me, tell me how I’m supposed to act.”

”Haven’t you been there during all the talks we’ve had with Robin about her crush? Be yourself!”

”Yeah fine whatever, but you can’t just do that, right?” The former king of Hawkins High had to have some sort of advice other than the totally cliché thing that Robin had said first.

”What, do you mean flirting?”

”I guess?” Although the nervous feelings from before weren’t gone, you found yourself a lot calmer around Robin and Steve. Eyes not averting as much except looking over at Robin from time to time and once or twice glancing over at the van to see that it’s still there. Just looking at the hulk of the van though and not even daring to look through the front window of the car in fear that you’ll lose all your calm within just a microsecond or something.

”Listen. Calm down. Go sit down in his van and just talk for now. You can save the flirting for when you’re drunk, it’s easier.”

”That last bit sounds sort of like bad advice, but what the hell.”

Robin and Steve drove off and you made your way over to the car, sparing one single glance through the front window to make sure it was Eddie sitting there, which thankfully it was. And thankfully you didn’t lose your complete cool by just looking at him, progress.

”Hi. Sorry that took a while.”

”It’s okay.” Eddie’s answer was short and simple, his voice as smooth in tone as you’d always thought it was. ”That conversation looked intense?” shit

”Uhm… yeah, no. It was nothing.”

”So, not about me?” Eddie questioned that wonderful smile on his face, obviously lightly teasing you. Testing the waters.

”No, no. About the party.” You chuckled back in response with a shake of your head, it wasn’t technically a lie, the party was sort of mentioned. Steve had told you to leave the flirting to the party. Eddie still hadn’t started the car. The two of you talking in the quiet of his van although with the echo of the conversations of students getting out of school just outside.

”I know Harrington doesn’t like me.”

”Harrington doesn’t know you.” It came rushed out before you could even stop yourself, ”Not that- not that I do… I just-”

”No, I get it. That’s… sweet.” Finally, albeit your feelings were a bit mixed over it, he started the car and started getting out of the parking lot, driving out into Hawkins. ”So, about the party. I was thinking that I’m gonna go.”

”Great.”

”Yeah?”

”Do you want to come?”

”Do you want me to come?”

”Yeah. Sure.”

”Could I- You do know about my ’part-time job’, right?” You didn’t know where to look but looking over at him, you found your eyes meeting his just as he was gesturing the quotation marks with his right hand, nodding in response once again. ”Can I sell at your party?”

”Why not? I won’t be- But I don’t mind.” You explained with a shrug and a shake of your head, once again stumbling through your words. Kept your eyes on him for a little while, appreciating the moment whilst you could, and finding out that he glanced over ever so often. But when looking out the front window you realized you were getting pretty close to home. ”Do you know where I live?”

”Everyone’s sort of been shouting your address all over the school the last few days. It would be hard not to.”

”That’s really… uncomfortable honestly. The whole thing of everyone knowing where you live? I felt pretty much invisible before all of this.” You winced, had people at school really been that vocal about a party? ”I won’t get like… weird shit happening to me right?”

”They’ll probably forget as soon as they’re there.”

”Really?”

”Absolutely, you’ll be safe.”

— ~~~ —

”So this is going well so far, right?” You asked with your back leaned up against a wall in the entry hallway next to Robin, drink in your hand. The door stood wide open and ready for the next horde of teenagers to come in and crowd your living room, kitchen, and whatever else they wanted it seemed. ”I mean… we’ve got a crowd, Steve seems pretty happy over there with Heidi or whoever, they all seem to enjoy the music? And I’m like… tipsy for the first time in a long time.”

”You’re past tipsy, but yes. Everything seems pretty good. Except for one thing. You haven’t talked to him.”

”I said hi?” You defended yourself. But you couldn’t even defend yourself that much cause you knew you wanted to, you needed to. If you had been sober you would’ve felt completely ready to go somewhere else and hide from the situation, but the drinks had pulled something out of you. Neediness, something you had both sort of hoped for and dreaded.

Neediness that made your eyes linger on him every time you peeked around the party, neediness that felt like it was pulling at your heart, neediness that felt like it was pulsing through your blood.

”Dude, go and talk to him.”

”Sure, fuck it. Wish me luck.”

”Good luck!” Robin chuckled and gently pushed your shoulder as you separated yourself from the wall.

The living room was completely crowded, just as expected. What you hadn’t expected, however, was the way most of the people in the living room still hung out in their cliques. Sure they weren’t all in their separate little groups, some were on what had become the dance floor not giving a shit, some were playing drinking games whilst sitting on the couch, and all in all, it wasn’t that bad.

But the basketball team was almost standing in a line, all in their letterman jackets as if the jacket was a uniform. Stood all together as if they were trying to intimidate the whole party. Meanwhilst, the seniors of the group they call freaks were all spread across the room, none of them in their hellfire shirts.

”That looks weird, right?” An icebreaker was always a reliable way to enter a conversation. At least that’s what you hoped for when you came up to Eddie, gesturing towards the team. ”It looks almost horror movie-esque.”

”Yeah definitely.” He laughed out, and just like you and Robin had leaned against a wall in the hallway, you leaned against a wall with Eddie Munson. What you hoped was one of the normal positions at a party that wasn’t sitting or being in the way of others. ”You’re okay with them being here though?”

”Yeah it’s fine. At least I know who they are, if any of them breaks a lamp… I know whose parents to call.” Popping the ’p’ and sighing a little before averting your eyes from the team and instead to Eddie who definitely seemed to be in a laughing mood. Looking away from him a second later though when you realized that you currently couldn’t look at his eyes this closely without your mouth just slightly opening. ”I’m not like that uncomfortable with it but… there are a lot of people here that I feel like I don’t know.”

”You know me.”

”Do I?” It felt like it was just minutes ago when you had sort of excused yourself by saying that you didn’t know him in his car.

”Eddie Munson, Freak of Hawkins High. Nice to meet you.” He stretched out his hand with a smug grin on his face. With a playful tone in his voice and expressing a demeanor you’d only seen from afar before. You took his hand without much of a second thought but almost froze up when you could feel the rings on his fingers. The rings almost shocked you as if something knocked on your brain and just reminded you that this was Eddie Munson. The Eddie Munson.

”Oh, you’re that guy, well of course.” You teased with a chuckle, playing along.

”Told you that you knew me!” He chuckled and clapped his hands together once after your little shake. ”Y’know Dustin was talking so much about the party I thought he was gonna come here. That he was dropping hints that he wanted me to chaperone him to his first party or something.”

”Really?” You might have to smack the back of Dustin’s head a little next time you see him… ”Is that why you came?”

”No… Not at all.” Eddie remarked calmly, holding eye contact with you whilst he said it but then moved his eyes to look over the party around the two of you. ”Could we get away from this for a while?”

”For sure.”

You tried going outside at first but there were a lot of people outside too. People who’d probably had the same thought as Eddie. To get some air or just get away from being surrounded by people for a second or two at least.

”I have an idea.” You said before without a thought taking his hand in yours and leading him to the kitchen. Opened one of the drawers, and there they were; the key you’d locked the bedrooms with and a bag of snacks you’d saved for either when everyone left or for when you felt you needed to retreat to your bedroom. Almost like this moment turned out. Except you’d thought it would just be you, going up into your room, changing clothes and eating snacks, and then falling asleep.

Took the key, took the snacks, filled up your drink, and walked upstairs with Eddie in tow. As soon as Eddie made it into the room as well you shut the door as quickly as possible, set down your things and walked over to the windows, and opened them. Letting the fresh air in, but also thankfully some background noise. Took your things again and slumped down next to your bed, using it as a backrest.

”Better?”

”Much.” Eddie chuckled, his also refilled drink stretched out to toast with yours, ”Cheers.”

”Cheers.” He was sitting close enough for you to feel the heat of him radiating off of him once again. If he was so warm all the time you had no clue how the hell he constantly had on that leather jacket and jean vest combo. But you weren’t going to complain about any of that.

”I didn’t bring my stash.”

”Huh?”

”The… I asked if I could sell, y’know the other day. But… I didn’t bring it.”

”I don’t want to buy or anything-”

”No, you’re- I just… I didn’t want to sell. I just wanted to be here.” Eddie admitted with a sigh as if he absolutely needed to tell you that. His ’here’ sounded as if he really meant here, alone with you.

”That’s… sweet.” You chuckled as you heard yourself practically quoting him from the other day. Your heart felt as if it was going to beat its way out of you. And as a distraction… you decided to make it so much harder on yourself. Pulling your legs closer to yourself before picking up his closest arm and resting it on your angled lap as you decided to get a closer look at the tattoo near his elbow. Angling your knees slightly more in towards him as you stroked your fingers over the bats that decorated his skin.

You knew his eyes were on you as you started to trace them with one of your hands, whilst the one closest to him sort of just supported his arm. Or at least that’s only what it was doing until he took that hand in his own. However, you still didn’t dare look at him just yet. But you could still feel how close his head was to yours, how close you truly were now.

Your breathing had become kind of heavy, mostly in anticipation. This certainly felt like something was about to happen. And surprisingly you found yourself being the one to make it happen. Looked at him and took a deep breath in before you picked up your hand that had now just rested over his tattoo and guided it to his jaw instead. And then guided him to you.

Turns out, that having a crush on Eddie Munson leads to pretty amazing things. Like seeing the way he looked at you before you kissed. Feeling his free hand rest on one of your knees and guide them even closer to him. And the harsh feeling of several years of crushing on him, being intimidated by him, and admiring him softened severely.

”I’ve been wanting that for… too long.” Eddie sighed out dreamily once the two of you parted, which almost made you laugh in his face.

”You? I’ve been-” You started before your eyes widened and started over, ”Yeah no… way too long.” Your head bumped gently down on his shoulder forehead first and rested it there.

”What were you going to say?” His voice was quite hushed still but you could hear the smug and happy tone in it so clearly. Although he seemed to try not to sound so obvious.

”I uhm… I’ve sort of had this crush on you… for a while.”

”Really?”

”Yep.”

”Dustin trying to convince me to go makes a lot more sense now.” Eddie chuckled although his voice sounded more confused than enlightened. ”I sort of… figured out it was something behind it but I didn’t believe it when he said it was Steve who’d asked him to. I never figured out that there was a chain of command.”

”Oh god. Sorry. I was just… I didn’t think you’d come with the way the basketball team pretty much yelled their acceptance of the invite. And… y’know, crush. So I figured it was worth a try.” You shrugged lightly and placed your chin on his shoulder instead so you could look at him. Those big soft brown eyes looked right back at you.

”I was gonna come anyway.”

”Well I didn’t know that.”

”But now you do.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #Joseph Quinn x reader #eddie munson fic

[iguessitsjustme]

For the End of the Year QL Ask ;)

3. What show did you have high expectations for, but ended up disappointing you?

9. Did you create anything for the fandom this year (gifs, fics, etc)? What’s one of your favorite things that you created? Link to it if you can.

25. Did you have any fun fandom experiences this year?

Oooo these are good ones!

3. What show did you have high expectations for, but ended up disappointing you?

There are a few but I'm going to go with The Promise. I genuinely loved the premise and then Phupha turned out to be actually the worst person. I don't often actively root against the long term piner but Phupha did not deserve a happy ending.

9. Did you create anything for the fandom this year (gifs, fics, etc)? What’s one of your favorite things that you created? Link to it if you can.

I did! I created a whole bunch of things. I go in waves with what I make. Genuinely just depends on what my brain cooks up. I'll link a few of my favorites:

I rarely gif things, but I made this gifset yesterday and I do love it a lot

In July, I had people choose a video edit I made (ignore how long it took me just don't worry about that)

This silly little video edit

When I finally did a music analysis for To My Star

This meme that I made at work

Whatever this is that I made for Only Friends

Every time I put glasses on a character. I will continue doing this forever and I will not stop until every character has glasses.

25. Did you have any fun fandom experiences this year?

I mean just being involved in the fandom and talking to people was fun! It was especially fun watching shows like Only Friends with everyone. I'm also really enjoying watching Last Twilight and reading everyone's thoughts on it. We have such a wonderful little fandom here on tumblr and just being a part of it is the best experience I can ask for.

End of Year QL Ask Game

#2023 end of year ask game #ask game #i follow the whims of my chaos brain #if it tells me to create something i create it and sometimes it gives me funny little posts

[buckttommy]

WIP (Thursday)

I was tagged to do WIP Wednesday yesterday by Dev @eddiediass , Morgan @rewritetheending and Chapel @extasiswings but I was busy. So I'm doing it today! Most of my writing has been for {redacted} lately, but I was inspired by a gifset from @bilosan about a Buddie + Zombie Apocalype AU. So I played around with my Buddie x TWD fic from last year and ended up with this. This snippet is a loose continuation of this part; enjoy!

"Hey. Hey." Eddie slaps the side of his face to get his attention. He draws a gun, gleaming silver in the sunlight, and waves it around. "I was Army before all this. You know what that means? It means that if you touch my son, if you even so much as look at him funny, I'm gonna put a bullet in you so fast you'll be dead before you even know what happened. Now, my son is nice. He wants to help everyone we come across. I'm not nice, which means if you become a problem, if you slow us down at all, I’m cutting you loose. You got it?"

Buck nods slowly. "I got it."

“Dad.” Christopher frowns disapprovingly from the corner. “We said we weren’t going to cut him loose unless he did something bad to us.”

“No, you said that. I said if he became a problem we’d leave him to the walkers, and since I’m the decision maker here, I’m pretty sure what I say goes.”

Christopher continues to frown. It’s such a human moment, such a slice of normalcy in a world gone dark and wrong, that Buck starts to laugh. Quietly at first, and then louder, harder until his shoulders are shaking. Eddie looks at him like he’s crazy, hand resting on the handle of his gun, but Christopher only smiles at him. 

“Man,” Buck says when he’s calmed down, “You have the cutest kid ever.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie grumbles, clearly defeated. He still leans down and helps Buck to his feet, still supports his weight until he can prop himself up on the wall of the cabin before squatting down and letting Christopher get on his back. Eddie looks at Buck out of the corner of his eye. Reluctantly, he reaches into his waistband and holds a revolver out to him.

Buck takes it gratefully. 

“You know your way around one of these?”

“Doesn’t everyone these days?”

Eddie snorts. “You’d be surprised. Come on. I have a truck about a mile away. We don’t fire unless we have to, otherwise we get through the woods as quickly as possible. You got it?”

“I got it.”

Eddie doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he’s looking more and more like he’s considering just leaving Buck here before even giving him a chance. Which would be shitty if Buck didn’t get it. It’s the end of the world; if he was a father, he wouldn’t put his kid’s life in jeopardy either, especially not for some stranger with a broken leg.

“Hey,” Buck blurts out, “I get a question too.”

“Of course you do." Eddie rolls his eyes. "What is it?” 

“If it ever comes down to it—if I ever put you or Christopher in danger—I want you to promise you’ll be the one to do it. To kill me,” Buck clarifies when Eddie frowns. “The dead can have my body, I don’t care, I just—I just don’t want to end up like that.” 

Buck can deal with a lot—he can deal with his parents’ deaths, he can deal with the world gone to hell, he can even deal with never finding Maddie since he already knows the chance is so slim. What he can’t deal with is turning into one of those things. He’s had nightmares about it, tried to envision himself as a monster tearing apart all the people he cares about, and it’s all too easy. That’s the disturbing part. It could happen to anyone at any time. Gone, just like that. Buck would rather be dead than have that happen to him. 

Eddie’s face changes then, too quickly for Buck to tell. For the first time, he looks hesitant. Unsure. 

“Promise me,” Buck insists.

After a beat, Eddie nods. “I promise.” 

Buck nods back, relieved. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulder back, checking the gun for bullets. Fully loaded, one in the chamber. You can say a lot about him but you can never call Eddie Diaz unprepared. 

He peeks out the cabin window and scans the woods. Coast clear. Eddie rests his hand on the doorknob.

"You ready?"

Buck's not sure he'll ever be ready, but he nods anyway.

“Ready whenever you are.” 

#twd au #no plot just vibes #love what tumblr has done to the tags on desktop btw. very chic #jack.txt #my fic #wip wednesday

[seblaineaffairs]

Seblaine Week 2022 - Masterpost*

What a way for @seblaineaffairs to go out, with a WHOPPING 70+ NEW ENTRIES IN THIS FANDOM! Big thanks to everyone who contributed to making this an AH-MAZING week yet again, for all your continued love and support honestly we’re getting better with age.

Below is a handy list of everything posted over the past week. Give it a peak, leave it some love, like, reblog, or kudo!

day 1 - reunion

fic: 2am, Who Do You Love? by @why-therapy-when-ships (ao3)

fic + graphic: And All This Time You Held My Heart by @seblaineaddict (ao3)

fic: Begin Again by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: Burn Baby Burn (8) by @pseudowoodo (ao3)

fic: Cities of Love by @nightbirdssidekick (ao3)

fic: Dalton Boys by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic: Every Night that Summer Just to Seal My Fate by @endiness (ao3)

fic: Gardens of March by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: I'm Proud of You Today by @wren-stirlinglove (ao3)

fic: Journey's End by @imogenlefay (ao3)

fic: You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by @mollyellee (ao3)

fic: Reconnection by @sperrywink (ao3)

fic: Royal Purple and Dove Gray by @whatdiditellyouflawless (ao3)

fic: The Beat that Won't Leave Me by @xonceinadream (ao3)

fic: The Scent of Home by @anisstaranise (ao3)

day 2 - amnesia/memory loss

fic: Amnesia by @imogenlefay (ao3)

fic: And When I Felt Like An Old Cardigan by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: Champagne Supernova by @lusthurts (ao3)

fic: Didn't Mean to Fall by @merry_mint (ao3)

fic: Forget Me, Forget Me Not by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: I'd Move the Earth and Lose the Fight by @xonceinadream (ao3)

fic: Soon You'll Get Better by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic: What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You by @endiness (ao3)

graphic + fic: A Month to Remember by @seblaineaddict

day 3 - detective au

fic: Celebrity Island by @merry_mint (ao3)

fic: Champagne Supernova by @lusthurts (ao3)

fic: Charade by @merry_mint (ao3)

fic: Dissecting the Details by @justapassingglance (ao3)

fic: He Was A Detective, He Was A Musician by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: I've Been the Archer, I've Been the Prey by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: The Best They'd Ever Seen by @mollyellee (ao3)

fic: The Case of the Missing Diary by @xonceinadream (ao3)

gifset by @endiness

graphic: We Are Detective by @seblaineaddict

day 4 - free

fanart by @amy-arts

fic: Cities of Love by @nightbirdssidekick (ao3)

fic: Coffee Order by @imogenlefay (ao3)

fic: Flour Powder by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic: Half and Half Makes One by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: Safe and Sound by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: Some Nights (I Hold You Close) by @mollyellee (ao3)

fic: When You Cry Diamonds, Yeah, They Shine by @xonceinadream (ao3)

gifset by @endiness

graphic: Dancing in the Light by @seblaineaddict

day 5 - time travel

fic: Back to November by @jammie3132 (ao3)

fic: Keeping Time by @merry_mint (ao3)

fic: Like There's No One Else But Us by @xonceinadream (ao3)

fic: The Devil's in the Details by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: The Past Stays in the Past by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: Thirty, Flirting, and... Thriving? by @wren-stirlinglove (ao3)

fic: Time's Arrow by @nightbirdssidekick (ao3)

fic: Today, Forever by @mollyellee (ao3)

fic: When the Dance Is Over by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic: Yesterday by @amy-arts (ao3)

graphic: The Quantum Bridge by @seblaineaddict

day 6 - exes with benefits

fanmix by @secretseblaineshhhhh

fic: A Season Finale (This Isn't A Breakup) by @justapassingglance (ao3)

fic: Back to You by @mollyellee (ao3)

fic: I Didn't Know What I Was by @xonceinadream (ao3)

fic: I Won't Let Go by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic: In the End They Always End Up Together Anyway by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: The Way I Loved You by @lusthurts (ao3)

fic: We Never Go Out of Style by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

gifset by @endiness

graphic: It's (Very!) Complicated by @seblaineaddict

day 7 - years and years/years later

fic: A Single Thread of Silver by @akfanficlove (ao3)

fic + graphic: A Most Unexpected Turn of Events by @seblaineaddict (ao3)

fic: Are We Out of the Woods Yet? by @andyandersmythe (ao3)

fic: Hold the Line by @nightbirdssidekick (ao3)

fic: Kiss Me Like Your Ex is in the Room by @xonceinadream (ao3)

fic: No No Never by @imogenlefay (ao3)

fic: No Time Like the Present by @lostintheread (ao3)

fic: Of Complicated Internships and Long Summers by @arwenp (ao3)

fic: Something More by @lusthurts (ao3)

fic: To the Future by @mollyellee (ao3)

gifset by @anisstaranise

*Entries are organized by (alphabetic) type, then title, then username. Titles link to tumblr posts, other links are self-explanatory. Please do let us know if we missed anything, or if any links are wrong/broken.

#seblaine #seblaine week 2022 #seblaine week masterpost #masterpost #seblaineweek2022 #sw2022 #our incredibly delayed masterpost #happy seblainiversary #SA last hurrah

[eddiediaaz]

fuck it friday saturday

thank you @leothil for tagging me! it’s my first time being tagged in one of these hehe. i’m no writer tho, so i could share which (creative) gifset i worked on this week? it’s far from being done! this is basically just some quick concept i did to help me choose scenes for the lyrics and see how they all look together. there will be 6 gifs in total and i’ll for sure color them, refine the blending, and have different typography. oh and remove the viewfinder from the door because it’s so annoyingly in the middle of buck’s face lol

and there’s also this gif i made literally months ago and totally forgot about it until yesterday. i should continue this gifset this week!

i’m tagging @tawaifeddiediaz @evanbuckx @swiftiebuckleys @bucksghost @rogerzsteven @gayedmundodiaz​ @fatedbuddie​, if you want of course (no pressure)! 

#fuck it friday #tag game #this is fun thank you frida! #did i do it right omg

[thestalwartheart]

😍 tummy kisses 😍 (physical intimacy ask)

Hiiiiiii!

Thank you so much for the prompt! This was such a fun little piece to write. It's tooth-rotting fluff, so be warned you might give yourself a cavity. I needed it after that All Too Well gifset I made yesterday.

I've popped it under the cut and on AO3.

Enjoy! 😘

tummy kisses.

Q is a man who favours realism and common sense, which is how he knows that James Bond’s favourite part of Q’s body is probably his cock. Or his arse. He’d lay down money on either of the two.

However, if he were to yield to sentimentality for a moment, he might say Bond’s second favourite is his torso: the long expanse of pale skin where there’s no particularly exceptional terrain, save for a trail that leads to more exciting things.

It’s the place where Bond lays his head at night while he and Q are watching films. It’s where he touches first in the morning, stroking his fingers under Q’s pyjama shirt and disrupting the daily tea-making routine. It’s where he’s placing a teasing kiss now. His mouth is right below Q’s navel, and given they’re both naked in bed, it should perhaps be erotic.

It only tickles.

The ungainly giggle Q lets out is mortifying. He claps a hand over his mouth, but it’s not even there a second before Bond draws it away with a smile and a kiss to his knuckles.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.”

“Oh, come off it. That was hardly sexy.”

“You don’t need to sound like a pornstar, Q,” huffs Bond. “Just enjoy yourself.”

When he grazes his stubble over the same spot, Q shakes with laughter again, writhing as Bond laughs with him and continues his gentle, insufferable attack.

When Q had imagined being in bed with James Bond, he had never imagined this. It’s perhaps the only place in the world where Bond lets himself be truly amused. There is no suave posturing and none of his usual sarcasm. Some days, Q thinks if he could wish for any one thing, it would be for Bond to be as free and easy everywhere else as he is here.

“This better not have awakened anything in me,” gasps Q, panting with exhaustion and sensitivity.

Bond snorts. While he comes up to kiss Q properly, he moves a warm hand between Q’s legs. It is maddening how Bond can be everywhere at once in bed. It’s a skill that’s taken years of experience to cultivate, no doubt, and Q is extremely thankful for that journey, which at the moment seems to have been designed solely to bring Q pleasure at the end of it all.

“It’s awakened something,” says Bond against his lips, smiling. Q swats at him with nowhere near enough energy.

The tickling Q could happily leave behind, but when Bond trails his hand up over his stomach again, Q experiences a visceral need for it to stay there for a long, long time.

Shit. It’s awakened something indeed.

#00Q #00Q fic #my fic #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teamcivilian #ask box

[sophsun1]

I really wish that Michael and Justin’s friendship came sooner and that it would’ve been maybe a bit more than just Justin being almost jealous that he doesn’t have what Michael and Ben have. It’s so weird, i hate it so much. And the thing about the bet that rubs me off the wrong way besides that it’s a dumb storyline, is that Brian wouldn’t be chasing some guy to compete. He’d have the ‘fuck you, im better either way’ attitude that he always has. I wonder how Randy and Gale made it through this season or how they felt about it because I would go insane if I had to film it. And yes, i am so close to the finale and I absolutely hate it. I already know it’s going to destroy me just because my expectations are very low.

Also, i hope you’re having a good day or at least a bit better than yesterday. It’s none of my business but I did see that you had a bad day and I’m really sorry about that. I hope it turns out better :) sending you bunch of hugs!

Hey anon!

Ty, that's kind of you to say. Well what's that quote about how whatever happens time goes on.. you just gotta keep going whatever life throws at you. Sending you lots of positivity too 💛

Yeah, Justin and Michael's friendship does have it's sweet moments and it would have been nice to explore that a bit more outside of their connection to Brian.

Exactly Brian doesn't chase anyone except Justin ;) he doesn't need anyone's validation he knows he's the best and if you don't think so fuck off!

From what I've read Gale and Randy weren't exactly thrilled with these plots and Randy did air his concerns about it, which the writers actually punished him for. So it wasn't exactly surprising when the show ended after this season as most of the cast were ready to move on. Gale wouldn't have continued had there been a sixth and Randy had left.

I will say as much as I loathe this season from a britin pov their final moments are very bittersweet but loving and I do have a lot of attachment to them. For all it's issues the show is still an iconic piece of ground-breaking television with one of the best casts ever.

Also your comment about that scene with Brian and Michael arguing about Justin in his home triggered a parallel gifset in my head I don't think I've made before so ty!

If you ever have any suggestions for gifs or requests feel free to ask!

#britin #queer as folk #soph asks #qaf breaking hearts in 2023 #who knew

[scribbling-punk]

Required Love - Chapter 47

Kara watches from the doorway as Andrea and Lena bicker in front of the laptop, the page open on yet another real estate site. They’ve been at it for days, Kara growing bored after the first few hours and choosing to busy herself with helping National City rebuild, instead.

She doesn’t care where they live, has no preferences about the number of bedrooms or a south facing living room; couldn't care less about having an ensuite bathroom or having to walk a few extra steps in order to shower or hang out in the tub for a while. Kara just wants them to be together, the three of them in a permanent home that’s big enough for all of them.

Kara’s always loved her apartment, her first real taste of independence when she left Midvale, but it’s not a family home. It’s a place built for one person, perhaps one with an active dating life, but the apartment is beginning to feel much too cramped with three people living there.

Even with their depleted possessions, there just isn’t enough closet space for more than Kara’s meager collection of clothes and they all seem to bump into each when trying to do anything at all. But it’s the lack of privacy from the rest of the building that seems to be the worst issue of all, so if Kara being a little easy-going about where they move to ensures it happens a little faster; so be it.

The last person to make it to the shower in the morning almost freezes to death and Lena’s spanking yesterday morning—brought on by an epic meltdown from being the unlucky last person to shower—had caused some questions from the upstairs neighbor that Kara did not know how to answer.

Lena’s still pouting from the almost-embarrassment even now, and it serves to be extremely unhelpful as tensions continue to rise in front of the laptop.

It’s beyond time they find somewhere that is more suited to their relationship.

Read chapter 47 of Required Love early on Patreon.

Earlier chapters are on AO3.

Original gifset by the wonderful @evilsnowswan

#required love #superrojascorp #early access

[reginrokkr]

I'm early today and ready to be productive in the blog, as I clearly skipped that yesterday with the gif making. After revisiting AQ: Requiem of the Echoing Depths and writing a post about it, I'll focus on writing and depending on how much content I deliver, I might continue with the series of Dain gifsets I had planned to do! But not without writing. This will be the priority once I'm done peeking into that AQ.

#◟༺✦༻◞ What lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊OOC.┊ #I also have to remind myself #to nap if I need it #otherwise I'll be dragging an unpleasant headache dfjhg #which happened yesterday to be fair #thankfully with these vacations I'll be able to sleep #as much as I want #so it shouldn't happen #hope you peeps are doing well ♥︎

[cmdonovann]

Accomplishments! Quantum Break fansite in progress!

(originally posted June 8th, 2023; crossposted from dreamwidth.)

Well, I removed Tumblr from my phone to prevent me from wasting so much time there, which means I now have nowhere to easily and quickly post my inane thoughts (at least not without feeling like I'm bothering people on Discord or in direct messages, though perhaps that's something I should work on). You know what that means! It means I'm probably going to try posting them here instead. Thing I want to post about: I'm making a Quantum Break fansite! I've been wanting to do this for ages, and actually started putting together a couple of little graphics for it during the "Quantum Break Appreciation Month" event I ran on Tumblr in April, but I hadn't made much progress on the project since then... until the past few days, anyway, when I started brainstorming what I actually want to do with the site, how I want to lay it out, and so on. Yesterday I put together some CSS for the site, and today I did The Hard Part: I set up a git/GitHub repo for the site, and got the "deploy to neocities" script working for it, so I can easily and quickly make updates to the site in VSCode, then push from there to GitHub to neocities all at once, like I do with my personal site. Was this an absolute pain to set up? Yes! Somehow, it took me even longer to do it a second time than it did the first! But I did it myself, with a lot of encouragement and rubber duck-ing from a few very helpful people in the Fandom Coders chat. Can't say I'm not proud of myself for that. I would not have had the skill or confidence a year ago to do something like this, especially not all the mucking about I did in the terminal trying to set up the git repo in the first place. Anyway, I am, to put it mildly, extremely fucking excited to continue working on this site. I've got big plans: first order of business is to get an archive set up of all the Quantum Break fanfic I can get my hands on (and get permission from the authors for). After that, I'm probably going to do the same for fanart and image edits like photosets and gifsets from Tumblr, since the CSS page styling for those will likely be similar (though I expect to run into some attribution problems with older Tumblr posts, what with so many deactivated or moved blogs post-2018). Once that's sorted out, I'm considering looking into the best way to archive fanvids, but honestly that might be put off for a while longer, as video hosting and video players are way out of my skill level currently. Maybe I'll import some of my Quantum Break playlists from my personal site, too? Oh yeah, and at some point down the line, I want to make a searchable wiki with transcripts of all the in-game narrative objects. But "searchable" is probably going to be a stumbling point there, and transcribing takes ages, so this will be last priority, I think. Wow, that's... a lot, actually! Damn! This is gonna take a while. Not that I mind spending a couple of years poking at a project, obviously. *Gestures at my longfic that took four years to finish...* I've been neck deep in this fandom for over seven years, what's another five or ten? XP

btw, since it's fairly easy to post images on tumblr (compared to dreamwidth, anyway), here's a screenshot of the section that's currently in progress: the fic archive index!

(ignore my filler text... i usually use karkalicious as my lorem ipsum, so at least i'm not committing THAT particular crime here.)

i'm still futzing around a little with the styling (negative margin my beloathed) but it's coming along pretty well! i've already got a branch where i've started... you know, actually adding fic to the site, but i won't merge that into the main and add a link to the front page until the style problems have been fixed (or at least, fixed enough to be easily navigable on mobile, which... is not the case right now, lolrip).

#quantum break #coding #fansite #dreamwidth #cmdonovann #well that was surprisingly easy! i didn't expect copypaste to preserve the formatting... #also added some commentary #because it's been a couple days since the dreamwidth post #and i've been working on the site since then lol

[allamericansbitch]

So are you saying her being kinda racist and really misogynistic is not enough for you to stop liking her? Idk what you consider as a racist but promoting and giving platform to racists is considered as racist by most people. So if you keep supporting her aren't you enabling her and helping her grow.

I do understand holding her accountable and enjoying art is two different things but is it when it gives out the message that you would still like her if she did even worse things? She doesn't behave like her fans opinions doesn't really affect her and her actions do suggest that she considers herself to be so powerful she's above all these discourses. Her own fans seem to think that she only cares about charts and money and if it's true aren't you just going against what you're saying?

Also the black and white area doesn't really apply for her. It did when all she did was do petty things and be jealous and played victim. But I think the recent events have proved she's not quite in the grey area. Loads of swifties has been blatantly racist towards me and I do think what ts did make them feel unafraid of people accusing of racism. I even saw one person saying she must be at the level of fame ts is at because she was being called a racist.

Idk doesn't really sound that grey to me.

Have you not been here the past couple of months? I’ve literally been constantly calling her out as well as her fan base for enabling racist behavior and constantly ignoring it like it’s not a huge issue that represents a larger problem. I stepped away from her for a while and simply missed reblogging edits and gifs so once it all died down I started doing it again, as well as continuing to call her out regularly. I’ve literally never stopped. The irony of me getting this message about how I’m not criticizing her enough and basically calling me a hypocrite when yesterday I got messages saying I’m not a real fan if I criticize her this much is hilarious.

I stopped liking her and in no way like or support her the same as I once did before all of this mess. I’ve called out people who think it’s fine to ignore the fact she is fine with dating someone who promotes hate speech and spews hateful rhetoric. I do not think she’s as good of a person as a lot of her fans think she is and have always stood by that.

Reblogging a few gifsets and listening to songs doesn’t ‘give out the message that I would like her even if she did worse things’? It’s not enabling her and stopping her from growing when im constantly calling her out on things.

#answered #anonymous

[iridessence]

i love your milkmaid/romantic dress in the gifset you posted yesterday. i got myself one from old navy for $30-they have plus sizes now. where did yours come from?

Hi, it’s actually a co-ord, but i have a style guide that I have compiled with how and where I shop, that also gives you access to inquire and I share details about where I gotten anything I’ve posted pictures of. The guide and access are available with a donation of any amount you want to give, to help me continue to run my platform. The channels to donate are at the link and then you can DM me to let me know! 💕

[papa-evershed]

So I was looking for a very particular image yesterday and I'd never seen it as a still, only a gif, so I started scouring your Frank tag. So many goodies, goes without saying.

But THIS distracted me entirely from my goal:

I did something I've never done before and went into the image file just to save a frame of the side boob.

Anyway, thanks for always catching the extremely tasty ephemera of a shot. The most delicious drippings of the main course, if you'll allow the continued food metaphor.

Honestly, that’s what I’m here for. 😂🤡 I remember making that gifset just for the shot of sideboob like the clown I am so I’m glad you enjoyed it. He has the tiniest little adorable nipples, omg. Okay but seriously if you ever want/need screenshots let me know and I can grab those for you too. Curious, what were you originally searching for? If...ya know, the hunger persists. 👀

#ALSO #this ask didn't go to my inbox? #am i the only one having this issue #it showed up in my notifications and when i clicked on it #it directed me to a post on my blog with an answer option instead of my inbox #that probably makes no sense #anyway i'm not gonna word vomit in my answer in case it gets eaten

[fkevin073]

I'm staying anonymous for now.

This is because of this post (post/668044585142992896/since-that-gifset-of-nick-yesterday-and-your) that I'm overly thinking details like this again. So my scattered thoughts might not make sense to you.

And I will take you ahead of time, I never meant to write this message to be a long message. But my thoughts are always this scattered a lot of the time when I'm thinking about characters, plots, stories, things..

I've watched and rewatched Fear Street movies a few times, and I will watch it again because why not watch horror movies for Halloween.

And if I'm honest... I enjoyed the movies more that I actually thought I would have. Which is saying a lot from me. But there are some details that bothered me, obviously the continuation errors really bother me.

I don't know if I'm the only one with that problem. But I also wish that there more depth to the characters, the plot, the story, to everything.. The acting was fine. The special effects were fine. Things were fine.

I wanted more depth, even just a little more depth.

Like before Nick Goode knew about his family tradition (the Pact), he genuinely seemed like a sweetheart who never discriminated against anyone for their differences. Including Shadysiders. That's the way I'd view his character. He was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyone - like Ziggy - in any way he could. And if I'm honest, I'm not sure if Nick was already crushing on Ziggy at that point. Or if he just didn't want a person to be constantly harassed, and almost killed, for petty reasons like everyone kept doing to Ziggy. Ziggy was just blamed because she was the only Shadysider in those situations whenever counselors had been involved. But, then again, the viewers never really see Nick even interacting with any other Shadysiders besides Ziggy. So I'm not even really sure if Nick's sweet spot was only for Ziggy, or for anyone else if they got to know the real him. Not his family name, not his reputation or his status. The real him as himself. Maybe I'm overly thinking this.

Nick told Ziggy that he's never wanted to be a part with the traditions of his family like the Pact, and tried finding ways to talk himself out of doing the ritual. The viewers never thought the Goode family was this evil family, until the reveal in 1666. But the scene with Ted Sutherland as the teenage Goode men, as Nick, he does really list Thomas Slater. But when he listed Tommy as a name, that happened before he really talked to Ziggy. Because Tommy was killing people during the scenes of Nick and Ziggy kissing, they heard screaming in that moment. And that was when Nick's fate was sealed. But he did try saving people, as many people that he could find. And he was traumatized by the death he did witness, he even got sick over what he saw. Either... Nick never didn't believe the Pact was actually real, or maybe he never thought a situation like that would have never lead to killing dozens of people all at once like that. I don't know. I don't really know if his fate was sealed when he listed a name on the wall, or when he wish to resurrect Ziggy back to life. And I've had similar thoughts as you. After you find out all the antagonizes were actually the Goode family, maybe Nick was also trying to find ways to redeem himself in some way or another but the situations always kept getting worse rather than better. But I wonder.. Do you think he lost his entire soul from the '78 Nightwing Massacre, or do think he kept losing pieces of his soul whenver he added names to the wall for another massacre. A thought that comes to mind a lot.

The Goode father was dead. Nick and Will weren't being controlled by their father anymore. So Nick didn't have to keep that tradition going.

There are details that I always wish was explained more in depth - the minor and major details that weren't elaborated on in the movies, and especially the audience who never read the books or don't remember those details in the books. I know they altered a a few details though.

Like for the Witchcraft, the black magic. Obviously the witchcraft was a part of the Goode family since 1666 because of Solomon Goode did use the magic book, which was passed down for many generations.

How did the Goode father die? So I know not many people care about the father of Nick and Will, but I'm kinda curious to know how he died though. Even if his death might not be an interesting death either.

Did any of the females, like mothers and sisters, know about the Pact in the family. Or only the males. I know, I know.. People have theories.

Just about any and every detail of the plot that was elaborated on are the same details I'm overly thinking about, whether or not the details are interesting. Whether or not the details are major and minor details to the viewers of the movies. Even if the details are to the plot.

I'm just overly thinking through with scattered thoughts right now. And, I know that I keep saying that, but that's how my mind is for me.

ah no this is so great! the great thing about this trilogy is the characters. the must frustrating thing about this trilogy is also the characters, Nick in particular.

The thing that guts most people about Nick is the potential he had. To be better. To forsake the curse. Because Nick obviously had a lot of feelings for Ziggy and knew what he was doing was wrong, but he did it anyway. He succumbed to the curse and his privilege, even if he didn't necessarily seem happy about it based on how he looked when he said Tommy's name.

LOL in my head canon Nick had a crush on Ziggy for a really long time and only found the courage during that summer because of what he decided to do.

I've talked a lot about this with other people - like Nick's intention with the curse, because he was trying to save people and he was frolicking around with Ziggy shortly beforehand. To me, he did know it was real, even if he didn't want it to be. He got close to Ziggy because he wanted to make sure she was okay, even if that epically failed and he was a complete idiot about all of it. the thing about Nick is that he has some humanity in him, especially when it comes to Ziggy. Maybe he didn't want the curse to be real, but he knew it was deep down (in my mind). He just tried to justify his reasoning to himself and was weak.

In my mind, Nick lost a major chunk of his soul when he turned his back on Ziggy at Nightwing. When she pushed him away. Nick in 1994 and Nick in 1978 are two very different people. Nick when he puts Ryan's name on the wall is so much more of an asshole than Nick when he put Tommy (though obviously he's still awful either way). Part of my frustration with this trilogy is that Nick totally becomes a textbook moustache twirling villain in 1994 after he holds Ziggy hostage. Like his whole speech to Deena? totally lacking in nuance. He was just straight up evil. And while some people are like that (Nick’s dad was totally a creep), it was disappointing that they reduced his character so much especially because they’d shown him as a more nuanced character in 1978. 

There’s been a lot of debate on how the curse actually worked because the film implies that the first born son kind of automatically inherits the burden? Like the devil ensures that the cycle continues by each Goode having a son and so on. The son doesn’t know until they’re like 17 or something and then they’re told. But if that’s the case - how much free will do they have? Does the heart disappear after the Goode heir dies and then reappears when the curse is renewed? It’s very unclear because the wall has the names when Nick says Tommy and his dad is dead by then. When Nick dies in 1994, it all disappears, so the nuances of the curse are very unclear. 

In my head canon, Joseph Goode (Nick’s dad) died from a sudden heart attack or other accident as a final fuck you from satan, though I know other people have different ideas on how Joseph bit the dust which are so fun. 

In terms of the females though, people have looked at the Goode family tree and there were barely any females born. Like it’s sons and sons and sons. In my opinion, I think the Goode matriarch’s knew something was up, but maybe not the full details. Same with Will. I like the idea of the curse being something solely thrust on the shoulder’s of the first born son, and so he’s very isolated from the family afterwards. 

lol so sorry for the long reply but let me know what you think! always fun discussing this stuff.  

#nick x ziggy #ziggy x nick #nick goode #ask

[the-carnival-of-time]

Since I'm active here I wanted to emphasize how absolutely...livid? Hurt?? I am about staff's recent post

My queue is at well over 100. Currently, the last post in queue is to post May 15th. I will do my best to keep adding gifs to the queue so it keeps active long after I....

I'm..really sorry to sound dark, but this is very likely the last period of time you'll see me active and I'm sincerely sorry. (Less Tom the other admin comes back)

I just wanted to mention it since I've been thinking of it literally all yesterday.

I've seen mentions that if gifs are formatted properly, there won't be an issue. However, I've seen on my Phantasy Star blog my own gifsets posted from the legacy editor suffer the same fate as those that aren't, and my GIFs are always properly formatted on top of this.

Also if my theme breaks I will not be fixing it. The broken coding will be my tombstone lol.

I will continue adding to my background drive despite this, but likely far less frequent. My blog will still exist for that reference, and that will likely be all that's left for new GIFs afterward.

#sorry this is a long post YOU CANT MAKE READ MORES ON THE APP #BECAUSE THIS EDITOR SUCKS #theres over 2k of you and it absolutely kills me to do this #i know its a selfish approach but #@staff #an entire hobby #gone #becauae im not using an extention on a site i didnt need one for in 10 years #i just cant #i cannot ageee #im sorry