#i even showed her the white trailer so she could see who it was

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

SPY × Family: Chapter 94 analysis unhinged thoughts

hello hello! i am back with my thoughts for the latest chapter! please note that there are spoilers ahead for chapter 94! (Long-ish post incoming?)

Okay, so I loved this chapter. I'm a person who loves locked room murder mystery type stories, so this definitely scratched that itch for me. Obviously, I'm biased.

Analysis (of sorts?):

Right off the bat I can say that this chapter isn't really oriented on emotions or certain character dynamics. It is pretty plot heavy (but. not to the main plot. this chapter in itself has a plot to its own, but I really really liked it).

So the chapter starts with Bondman facing off an enemy in a snowy mountain...

which, of course, inspires Anya to have an adventure of her own. She asks Loid to take her skiing, only to be flatly denied...

BUT! Agent Anya has tricks up her sleeve (threatening to cry), and that works on our dear, super-spy Agent Twilight (he's so weak and stupid y'all.)

side note:

he thinks he's soooo cool. he's not.

Anyway, we get Twilight trying to explain skiing to Yor, which... fails, kinda. we also get gymnastics from Yor, (SHE's the cool one), and a half-baked explanation from her about learning all that from a gymnastics teacher.

The Forgers are trapped in a snowy blizzard, which leads them to take refuge in a lodge. They meet a group of young college students, who regale them with a tale of a bloody snowman who kills people in the dark.

Might just be me, but this design reminds me of Type-F from the new Code White movie (note: this isn't exactly a spoiler, I haven't seen the movie, but this is what's on the wiki and in the trailers). The snowy backdrop + this Type-F-esque design might be a homage to the movie? Probably just me, though, haha.

Anyway, onto the main focus of the story (kidding, it's not):

WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL..... YOR AND LOID SLEEPING ON THE SAME BED.... WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN....

(jk, it probably wouldn't have happened, but a girl can dream)

"Eh, why not?" Certainly, these words CANNOT exist in the vocabulary of THE Agent Twilight! Perhaps.... no, it can't be... he's finally RELAXED for once? Feeling secure enough to ASSESS THE LAYOUT FOR POSSIBLE ESCAPE ROUTES WITH HIS YOUNG DAUGHTER? No... it can't be possible....

(Sorry, I know I'm unfunny. I don't think that'll change)

But, genuinely, this just shows how at ease he is with his wife and daughter. He might not know it yet, but I know it (← somebody whose opinion isn't worth shit).

Finally, onto the main crisis of the story:

the would-be murderer.

There's something to be said about how he jumped into action to save the guy's life, (as one does), BUT. BUT

OHOHOHO. The minute Yor's in danger (see: the man reached out to grab her but Loid just grabbed his hand) he decides to find the killer to prove her innocence. (You know his adage? A spy should never draw attention to themselves.) The minute his WIFE was in danger he resolves to find the killer and prove Yor's innocence their guilt. HMMMMM. Agent Twilight, you ain't slick. I think you momentarily forgot about about your #1 lesson to never draw attention to yourself just to prove Yor's innocence. OHHHHHH. The fanfiction is fanfiction-ing

(I'M SORRY I'LL TRY TO BE FUNNY FROM NOW ON)

To summarize the rest of the chapter: Anya realises with her telepathy that the killer is the lodge owner, and meddles in the investigation to nudge Loid in the right direction, and the police arrive to the lodge to find the incident resolved. Everyone's happy, right?

Not... really.

Anya's excited because, "Wow, I solved a murder! So cool, best trip ever!"

But Yor and Loid aren't that happy. Loid is worried that this kind of meddling will get Anya in danger... and he's more worried that she isn't really grasping the gravity of the situation.

Which. She kind of isn't. A man was almost killed, but she's not showing any signs of shock? Remember, he was this worried even after the hospital visit where she makes a mess of that sand-model thingie, and after the bus hijacking arc, when she's hyped about the Stella, and he tells her that the Stella was "not for the reckless way you defied those hijackers."

Which.... is a lot of character development from the man who was A-OK with leaving her alone in the apartment, to now how he constantly worries about her wellbeing. Growth.

Also, another tidbit:

I feel like this chapter showcases another facet of his personality. Not Agent Twilight's, or Loid's, but [REDACTED]'s.

[REDACTED] always wanted to help. Even in the War Arc, when, in Luwen where he was staying at his great-uncle's house, we can see that he wants to catch fish for his and his family's dinner, while, in the backdrop, children are laughing and playing. It's always been in his character to help, and, hell, it's partly the reason he is who he is today. Agent Twilight wants to think that he left [REDACTED] behind after that fateful bombing in Luwen, but [REDACTED] is hanging around him like a ghost, and some of his character bleeds through the facade that is Agent Twilight, which is masked by the facade that is Loid Forger.

Final thoughts:

Loved the chapter. It's probably just me reading into it too much, but... that scene where he grabs the guy's hand who was trying to tie up Yor. Hm.

This entire chapter might have been a locked-room murder mystery type chapter, but I genuinely think that it showcases how much of an effect this family has had on Agent Twilight. What with taking Anya on a sweep of the premises to look for escape routes, to trying to prove Yor's innocence that definitely betrayed his number 1 rule as a spy... this man is truly so oblivious, I wanna cry.

(Also: did he not stop for a moment to think that him performing first-aid on the victim, or trying to build a radio from scratch OR playing detective to prove his wife's innocence IN FRONT OF A GROUP OF OSTANIAN PEOPLE would raise suspicions? Obviously, it was all overshadowed by the discovery of the would-be killer, but... at least one person had got to have been suspicious of Loid.)

(Also also: He's so weak. One look at her crying face and he's gone.)

This was just my thoughts from a preliminary read of the chap, so if I get more thoughts, I'll probably add onto it in a reblog or a new post. Tysm for reading! Hope you liked it, and have a great day/night! Remember to stay hydrated!

#spy x family #spy x family manga #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family chapter 94 #spy x family chapter 94 spoilers #agent twilight #loid forger #thorn princess #yor forger #agent twilight x yor forger #twiyor #loid forger x yor forger #loidyor #anya forger #bond forger

[whoisshel]

Stuck on You

Honey was given the nickname for a reason; she’s sweet and sticky like honey. Memories of her will stick with you forever, and after meeting her, you’ll want to stick by her side. Most people know her by Honey more than they do her own name. The whole town of Hawkins was surprised when they learned who she allowed to stick by her at all times.

If there was ever a person to be considered an opposite of Honey, it was Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie wore black and leather while Honey wore white and soft cotton. Eddie lived in a one-bedroom trailer with his Uncle, Honey grew up with both her parents and was surrounded by siblings in the house neighboring the Harrington’s. Eddie couldn't care less about the number of eyes that fell on him for being loud and different than everyone else in town, and Honey tried to shield herself from the eyes that peered at her being the town's sweetheart.

Yet, besides those differences, and more, the two found each other and haven’t left that feeling behind. Eddie and Honey started dating during Eddie’s second senior year and Honey’s first. They both knew of each other, of course, from being Hawkins’ freak and sweetheart. They officially met in their English class when Honey noticed Eddie looking confused while reading Catcher in the Rye, so she went over to see if she could be of any help.

“Hi,” Hones shyly said standing over the desk he sat at, “I saw that you seemed confused by the book, and was wondering if you’d like some help. Catcher in the Rye is one of my favorite books, I’ve read it like a million times.”

Eddie just stared at Honey as she rambled on. He took in her shy appearance as she swayed nervously with her hands linked behind her back. Eddie was mostly surprised that a girl who was dressed in a white sweater and short plaid skirt would willingly want to help him, not to mention this girl was loved by everyone in town.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie finally sputtered out, “I would love your help.”

Not long after that, the two began to date, and the town erupted. Everyone talked about how surprised they were about the two teens dating. No one’s opinion was split though, it was probably the first the town could agree on something, Honey was too good for that “Freak.”

The town didn’t care to get to know Honey, because if they did they’d see that she’s not that different from Eddie.

Honey loves Rock music, what else is going to tune her parents’ shouting. She also enjoyed reading The Hobbit, she and Eddie loved reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings series over and over again together. While Honey didn’t know anything about Dungeons and Dragons before Eddie, she loved to listen to him talk about it and watch him play. Maybe she loved it because he loved it and would enthusiastically talk about it, or maybe because the game was actually fun.

The Dungeons and Dragons club members were very surprised when Honey showed up to one of the meetings. They heard the rumors but didn't believe them until the day they showed up to what was supposed to be a regular meeting but there Honey was all smiles and sitting comfortably on Eddie’s lap. The members were also surprised by how much patience Eddie had when teaching Honey the game. Usually, Eddie hated newbies that knew nothing, trying to play but when it came to Honey he was calm and collected, helping her every step of the way.

“Hey Eddie,” Honey unknowingly interrupted Eddie in the middle of telling another member his damage.

While everyone else froze, Eddie turned to Honey with the gentle list smile, “Yeah, babe?”

“Can you explain her powers to me again?”

Everyone assumed Eddie and Honey wouldn’t last longer than two months, but they were so wrong.

They’ve been together for three years now, Honey has graduated and is now a Junior in college while Eddie took another year to graduate High School where he met all their new friends. Eddie now works as a mechanic at a shop near Honey’s school. The two had even saved up enough money to move into an apartment and seemed like they weren’t going to be breaking up any time soon.

Honey and Eddie were happy that their place would give them space from the talk in their town but not too much that they couldn’t see friends or family. They would make the trip to visit Wayne and Honey’s siblings when they had time and would occasionally visit friends but most of the time they prioritized family. Their friends would visit them so much that they never needed to worry; especially when it came to Dustin, Steve, and Robin. Dustin practically lived with them from how often he would visit, and now that it’s his Junior year of High School all he can talk about is that once he graduated, he wants to go to the same college as Honey so they always be together.

“And then, I can get an apartment in the same building as yours so we can visit each other every day!” Dustin enthusiastically ranted.

Eddie looked over at Honey with wide eyes, while she just continued smiling. Eddie turned back to give Dustin a strained smile along with a nod, “That sounds great.”

The sarcasm was dripping off of Eddie’s extended “great” but that just went past Dustin as he continued with his plan.

“Oh, oh, even better idea. We should all move in together.”

It actually wasn’t too long after this conversation that three familiar faces became their neighbor six doors down.

Robin did attend the same college as Honey, and at first, she was just commuting but she wanted to live a shorter distance away. Robin and Vickie started looking for close apartments when Honey told her about a place that opened up in her building. One problem was that the place was a bit out of their price range and a two-bedroom. The place was really nice though and in walking distance to school so they wouldn’t have to pay for the parking pass. That’s when the third familiar face named Steve Harrington joined and now Honey and Eddie lived next to their friends.

Maybe living next to Dustin wouldn’t be so bad. Wrong!

In the morning, everyone stayed in their own apartments, giving Eddie and Honey time to enjoy each other's company. Every morning was pretty much the same for them. Honey was a big morning person, she loved to sit on the couch, placed perfectly near a window so she could watch the sun change from dark blue to orange to pink while she sipped on her Earl Grey Tea in her favorite Golden Girls mug. This gave Eddie time to sleep in because once the sun was shining Honey had nothing else to do but get Eddie up.

Eddie was not a morning person like his girlfriend but he couldn’t afford staying in bed; literally. Eddie had to be at work by nine a.m. which was luckier than the opener. Getting up at seven was made easier by the beautiful sight he saw every morning and the coffee that came with it.

Eddie stirred at the light caress he felt on his cheek, and what sounded to be an angel calling his name, “Eddie, it’s time to get up.”

When he realized what he was hearing, he scrunched his face in protest keeping his eyes shut tight trying to bring his sleep back.

“Come on, Eddie,” Honey chuckled at the cute face he made, “I’ve already let you sleep in. You’ve got to get ready for work.”

Eddie ended his protest, opening his eyes. As soon as he saw his beautiful girlfriend, a soft smile made its way on his face and to his eyes, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.” Honey still had a hand on his cheek, stroking a thumb across his cheekbone, “I brought your coffee.”

Eddie sat up, leaning against the wall their bed was against. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the mug filled with coffee, taking a small sip, His face filled with disgust, pushing the mug towards Honey, “Bleh, not sweet enough.”

Honey just rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping its way onto her face. Eddie made this joke every morning; and yet, Honey never grew tired of it. Neither did Eddie, seeing the same reluctant smile turn into one of joy. So Honey did what she does every morning, and stuck her finger into his coffee.

Taking the mug back, Eddie took another sip, “That’s better.”

The two have heard everything there could be said about how they would never make it and they were too different from each other. Even though Honey continued to dress in white sweaters and Eddie in his black leather vest, the two could never be more alike or in love.

Eddie knew that, and so did the small felt box he kept stashed away.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn

[allthingsfangirl101]

Love Test – Joe Keery

Inspired by Big Bang Theory S8 E16

Working on Fargo was an interesting experience. The cast was great, but I couldn't help but feel like they all knew something that I didn't. I've been doing the actors' hair and makeup so I have a lot of one-on-one time with each person.

Fargo was my first big job. Before this, I worked in my mom's salon, mainly doing the hair of sixty-year-old women. One of my clients knew someone who knew someone whose nephew worked with FX. Through the grapevine, my mom found out that FX needed a new makeup and hair person.

I get along fairly well with the cast, but there was always something a little awkward between me and one of the younger cast members: Joe Keery. I've seen him act in person and he's really good, but when we get one-on-one, the only thing we're able to do is maintain awkward small talk.

Barely.

"Y/N, are you coming?" David Rysdal asked.

I turned around to see a few of the cast mates walking into the makeup trailer.

"To what?"

"Party at my house!"Jon Hamm laughed.

"Oh," I laughed awkwardly.

"You're coming right?" Juno Temple asked.

"I'll stop by," I shrugged.

"Great!" Jon Hamm cheered. "See you tonight at 7."

I didn't want to go, but after 5 seasons, this season's cast has been putting in more of an effort to get me to hang out with them. I went home after we wrapped up for the day and put more work into making myself look good. When I showed up, the party was in full swing. Jon really did invite everyone on set.

Two hours and way too much drinking later, some of us were sitting around the coffee table, talking.

"Have you guys heard about this experiment to see if you could make two people fall in love in a matter of hours?" David asked.

"Hours?" I asked. "Is it even possible?"

"That's why it's an experiment, Y/N," Jennifer Jason Leigh scoffed.

"The participants ask each other a series of questions designed to promote intimacy. And they finish it off by staring into each other's eyes for four minutes," David quickly explained to lessen the awkwardness.

"We should try it!" Juno cheered as she bounced up and down.

"Y/N and Joe should try it," Jon said with a smirk that made me nervous.

"Us?" Joe and I said in sync.

I cleared my throat and added, "Why us?"

"Why not?" Juno smirked.

"I will text you both the questions," David said as he typed on his phone. I sighed when I got the message.

"You can use my office," Jon said. "It's right through there."

"Great," I mumbled under my breath. Joe and I shared a look. He stood up and reached his hand out for me to take.

"Shall we?" He asked, trying to sound light.

"Don't have much of a choice, it would seem."

It was extremely awkward as Joe and I walked into Jon Hamm's office. We sat down on the couch, neither one of us saying anything. I grabbed my phone and looked through the questions. Every single one I read, made me want the floor to open up and swallow me even more.

"Okay," Joe said as he turned toward me. "You ready?"

"I guess," I shrugged. I glanced up to see Joe looking at me weirdly. I cleared my throat and read the first question. "Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a diner guest?"

"Bing Crosby," Joe answered instantly.

"Really?" I asked. "Bing Crosby? Why?"

"I grew up watching White Christmas," Joe explained. "I've seen everything that Bing Crosby did. Also, my mom listened to his music all the time. He's the reason I went into acting."

"Oh," I said softly. "That's actually really sweet."

"Thanks," he smiled. "What about you?"

"Pat McGrath."

"Who?"

"She's a British make-up artist," I said, a blush forming. "Vogue called her the most influential make-up artist of all time. She's kind of like my idol."

"Did she inspire you to go into makeup?" He asked.

"A little," I shrugged. "My family did. My mom owns a hair salon back home. I got into makeup because I wanted to start a new business and connect it to my mom's salon. She'd do clients' hair and I'd do their nails and makeup."

"You didn't go into it," he said slowly. "Did something. . ."

"We had a falling out," I confessed when he didn't ask his question. "Technically my dad and I had a falling out. My mom was just an innocent bystander. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of dental school while my mom wanted me to follow in hers. No matter what I did, one of them would be upset."

"I'm sorry," Joe said, his voice dropping.

I cleared my throat and looked at the list of questions. "Next question?"

"Next question," Joe nodded as he looked at his phone and read the list. "What would constitute a perfect day for you?"

"It's going to sound lame," I mumbled, messing with my fingers.

"Try me," Joe said gently as he lowered his phone.

"My perfect day would start with me sleeping in," I started to explain. "I'd wake up and put on an outfit that was comfortable but still made me look amazing."

I blushed as Joe smiled at me. Before I could wimp out, I kept talking. "I'd walk around a mall, sipping my favorite coffee drink, and go on a small shopping spree. Girly, but what can I say?"

"No judgment," Joe chuckled. "What else would you do?"

"I'd end the shopping spree at the bookstore," I confessed. "On the way home, I'd pick up my favorite dish at my favorite Italian place on Meaker."

"Girmaldis?"

"Yeah," I said slowly, a little shocked. "You know that place?"

"It's my favorite." This sudden tension that has been building since the cast put us in the spotlight, started to thicken between us. He cleared his throat before asking, "Anything else you'd do?"

"Just finish the night with binge-watching my favorite show," I said. "And then a bubble bath."

"Sounds amazing," he chuckled. "Although, I'm not much of a bath person."

"Then you've clearly never taken a good one," I teased.

"Guess not," he shrugged.

"What about you? What would your perfect day consist of?" I asked, the nerves still jumping around my stomach.

"Oh, it's super adventurous," he chuckled. "I'd sleep in and spend most of my day doing nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing," he confirmed. I thought about asking him more but didn't bother to push him.

Instead, I looked down at my phone and asked the next question. "What is something that makes you feel unstoppable?"

"Weirdly enough," he chuckled, "when I'm at one of my premieres. Especially if I'm proud of what I worked on. What about you? What makes you feel unstoppable, Y/N?"

"When I see a really hard makeup look that I did on the big screen," I said instantly. Joe just smiled at me before looking back at his phone.

"If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?"

"No social anxiety," I blurted. "I just. . . I mean. . ."

"It's okay," Joe said gently. "Not everyone likes being in big groups. Hell, even I get a little bit of anxiety when I'm on the red carpet."

"That's different," I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

"You're right," he said quickly. Joe leaned over and delicately put his hand over mine. I looked up to see him smiling at me. "I'm sorry. It's not the same thing. I wish I could help you with your social anxiety."

The tension was thick between us again. It didn't seem to go away as I said, "What about you? What quality or ability would you want?"

"Don't tease me too much," he smiled as he slowly pulled his hand back into his lap, "but I wish I was better at something, anything."

"What do you mean?"

"The only thing I feel like I'm good at is acting," Joe continued. "I wish there was something else I could do. It would be nice to have something I could fall back on when acting eventually doesn't work out anymore."

"Why are you so sure it won't work out for long?"

"Actors don't act forever. It'd be nice to have a safety net," he shrugged. Without another word, he read the next question. "What is something you consider too serious to joke about?"

"People's appearances," I said a little too quickly. He looked up at me, making my face burn.

"Did someone. . ."

"Your turn," I cut him off. "What is something that you think is too serious to joke about?"

"People's relationships," Joe said, his voice soft. "I always hate when guys talk about their girlfriends like they're objects. Some things should stay between the couple. A guy shouldn't share everything with his friends."

"That's. . . Sweet," I barely got out. I cleared my throat and looked at my phone. "How do you react to anger from others?"

"Doesn't really affect me, if I'm being honest. Especially if it had nothing to do with why they're angry," he shrugged. Joe's smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. He lowered his voice as he asked, "What about you?"

"I don't handle it well," I said softly. I looked at my hands and started picking at my nail polish.

"Y/N. . ." He whispered.

"My parents used to fight a lot," I continued, my voice shaky. "It was never my fault but. . . When they fought, I'd lock myself in my room and read or listen to music. They fought all the time. The only time they weren't fighting was when they were each at work. My mom was at her salon from opening to closing. My dad was at his dental office way past closing."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Joe said. He went to grab my hand but I grabbed my phone and read out the next question.

"Do you often listen to your intuition?"

"Not nearly enough as I should," Joe said with a small chuckle.

"Same," I said, still looking at my phone. "Last question. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone?"

"My feelings," he blurted out. I snapped my head up and looked at him.

"Your what?"

"I just. . . I have a tendency to keep my feelings to myself," he stuttered. "When I like a girl, I rarely tell her."

The tension was officially suffocating as we stared at each other. "What would you regret not saying?" Joe asked, his voice soft.

"I guess," I said slowly, "I'd regret not telling my parents how I really feel. I've never told them how much their fighting affected me. I should've been more honest with them."

"You still have the chance," he said gently. "Luckily, you're not going to die tonight so you can still talk to your parents."

"That's true," I said softly. "That also means that you can still tell a girl you have feelings for her."

The second I said it, my face burned. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't form the words.

"What's next?" Joe asked.

"Well, we finished the questions so now we stare into each other's eyes for four minutes," I said, clearing my throat. I grabbed my phone and set a timer. "Go."

I looked up, my heart instantly jumping into my throat as Joe and I made eye contact. The longer we stared at each other, the harder it was to not look away.

"Wow," Joe chuckled. "This is kinda. . ."

"Awkward," I whispered.

"But, to be honest, this has been working."

"You think so?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I mean, the questions got us to open up to each other. And staring into each other's eyes forms a. . ."

"Connection," I said under my breath.

"Connection," he agreed. I hadn't realized we were getting closer until our noses touched. By the time I realized it, Joe had made the first move.

My heart jumped into my throat when Joe gently pressed his lips to mine. Time froze as we slowly began moving our lips in sync. As slow as we initiated the kiss, we broke it.

"Well," I whispered, "I guess the experiment works."

"Something tells me this is exactly why the others had us do this experiment," Joe whispered.

"You're damn right!" Jon yelled from the other side of the door, making Joe and I laugh.

"Leave them alone!" Juno chastised. "If you want them to get together, you can't interrupt their moments."

"Oh boy," I sighed. Joe gently grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I blushed as he leaned in and kissed me again.

"Hey," Joe whispered, breaking the kiss. "Let's get out here."

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #fargo #joe keery x reader #original content

[queergaygaygaygay]

Don’t know if this has blown up on Tumblr but, in the new Spiderverse film (spoilers), we see Gwen’s room which features a trans pride flag above her door. We also see a smaller flag sowed into her father’s police jacket.

They have been some theories sparked off by this with people speculating if Gwen is trans or just an ally. I find the argument about allyship to not quite hold up given where the flag is located. Someone’s bedroom is a very personal space and Gwen has only had one friend before Miles so it seems like the flag isn’t a social indicator for allyship but something more personal.

It’s perfectly possible that Gwen feels such close allyship that she keeps a pride flag in her room but I can’t really think of a justification for this. This level of passion for allyship would probably come out of a personal connection to a trans person but Gwen has very few people she feels close to (especially at the start of the film), namely: Peter Parker and her dad. These are the only people that could’ve inspired her allyship and it is possible for these characters to be trans, and one or both of these characters being trans would explain the trans flag on her dad’s police uniform since Peter was close with her dad, however I cannot find any further evidence of these character’s transness though it is possible.

It is semi-plausible to say Gwen saw trans people struggling online, and her father was convinced by this to wear a pride flag on his uniform to show allyship, though I personally don’t know any allies who have pride flags in their room.

This also seems like a strange detail for a film that is so purposeful in its visual nuances so I would imagine the reasoning behind this is less convulated than the allyship theories.

Another clue to her possible transness could be in her universe’s animation style which uses blues, purples, whites and pinks- the colours of the trans pride flag.

When I was watching the film, I spotted the trans flag and thought it was interesting. I hadn’t heard the rumours or even watched the full trailer. As the plot unfolded, I made some comparisons between Gwen Stacy’s expierience in the film and my own trans experience; the alienation from society, the anger at the world, the search for a community, the disconnect with family and the eventual acceptance of family. This made me feel a rather intimate connection with the character and her story and I think it’s actually encouraging me to come out to my mother but I haven’t yet (I asked if I could go to pride with friends and she said yes so hopefully that gives me the confidence).

This subtle but poignant dropping of the trans flag into the film, the film’s nature of making every detail significant and the clear comparison between her character arc and the general trans experience gives me the impression that the team behind the film intended for Gwen to be allegorically, or even canonically, trans and, if so, I hope they do more with this since I was genuinely brought to tears.

Whilst we can not prove Gwen is trans, we can’t prove she isn’t trans and, as explained, it isn’t impossible. I read through the reddit post and found a lot of people, unsurprisingly, saying that this is just Twitter making everyone think everyone is trans and she is conclusively not trans but I don’t use Twitter (as a loyal Tumblr girl) or had heard anything about Gwen’s story arc so my experience was as organic as anyone’s experience who came out of the cinema thinking she was cis. This stubborness to not believe Gwen could be trans is ignorant, from my perspective, because there’s no reason to say she isn’t trans. It’s more logical to assume characters are cis because most people are cis statistically but, here, we have evidence for possible transness so it feels more like a Shrödinger’s transgender- where a character could be trans, due to non-conclusive evidence, or could be cis, depending on what the writers (in regards to cannon) and fans (in regards to headcannon and fan works) choose.

Thanks for reading. I love the film regardless of this detail and would happily nerd out with any fans. If you want any citations, I’ll hand you them through dms. I would add them here but I don’t know if that would be unusual.

#transgender #trans pride #lgbtq #lgbt #queer #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider girl #spider gwen #trans experience #trans fem #animation #trans gal #trans girl #headcanon #speculation #gwen stacy #trans media #queer media #lgbt representation #lgbtq media #media discussion #media discourse #media debate #queer representation #spider man: across the spider verse #protect trans youth #trans spiderman

[themidnightcrimson]

Jealousy, Jealousy. | e. olsen

summary: in which a disrespectful interviewer causes lizzie to feel the need to show you just who you belong to.

warnings: top!lizzie, jealousy (obvi), brief arguing, oral, fingering, strap-on (all r receiving bc you are a bottom here and irl, deal with it), overstimulation, ooshy gooshy pussy wussy tingz, straight up porn

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The interview had been going smoothly so far. The woman had only stuck to questions about the movie. You and Lizzie's publicists had well warned all the interviewers that day to not ask anything related to your relationship. If they weren't told to not ask, all your interviews would consist of them invading your privacy. It was hard having a relationship in the public eye, but most of the interviewers had been respectful.

Except this one.

She was the last interviewer of the day, and while her questions were rather boring, you were grateful they weren't too deep and didn’t required too much cognitive thought. You didn't think you could answer one more question about how you get into character, or even worse, Downey's luxury trailer that everyone was asking every member of the cast about.

When the woman looked to you and said, "Now y/n, I've been meaning to ask you something very important," you gritted your teeth and braced for her to ask about you and Lizzie's relationship. Lizzie, who was sat right beside you, even quietly sighed in expectance of the same thing. To your surprise, she asked something much worse. "Please tell me how you manage to squeeze into that tight suit."

Your eyebrows raised in shock. The suit your character wore was a very form-fitting one, tight indeed. You opened your mouth to answer, but she added, "I mean, don't get me wrong. None of us are complaining. If we're really being honest here," she leaned forward and placed her notecards over her mouth to playfully whisper, "It's really the only reason I go watch these movies."

She leaned away from you and laughed, and you politely laughed with her, feeling your cheeks burn red. You couldn't help yourself--you stole a glance to Lizzie. She was wearing a loose white button-up with the first few buttons open, the collar flared casually at her shoulders. Her dirty blonde hair rested in a wave down her chest, and you noticed the way she was pursing her lips and squinting at the interviewer as if expecting her to explain herself.

You quickly glanced away. "Um... well, they tailor the suit to fit me—the wonderful heads of the costume department work really hard to—"

The interviewer bluntly interrupted you, "You look incredibly sexy in all these movies. I mean, just sitting here in front of you all I can picture is that suit and, wow!" She giggled rather tackily and fanned herself with the notecards as if she was overheating.

You weren't good with these kinds of situations, so you just opted to match her energy to not come off as rude. You laughed and rubbed your sweaty palms over the pants of your jumpsuit before crossing your legs. "Well, thank you. I, um, really appreciate it."

With another glance to Lizzie, you noticed her giving a smile that only you could realize was fake. She was looking off towards the camera, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. You could tell she was trying to not look too irritated.

"Now, I haven't seen the movie yet," the interviewer continued, "And I know you can't tell us much about it, but I have been seeing a lot of discourse online about a possible nude scene?"

Your face went bright red at such a forward question, and Lizzie cleared her throat, putting her chin in her hand and staring hard at the interviewer with nothing but daggers in her eyes. She was biting her lip to keep from sassing off, and you almost wished she would so that you didn't have to answer the question.

"Well, this is a Marvel movie, so I think that pretty much answers the question," you awkwardly laughed, feeling like all the air had gone out of the room. Lizzie's anger was basically radiating off her, and she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore, basically scowling at the clueless woman.

"Ugh!" the interviewer sighed, "I was really hoping it was true."

You tightened your lips and simply nodded, also becoming irritated, but mostly nervous because you felt you could basically hear Lizzie's thoughts.

"Very sorry to disappoint," you said as politely as you could, clasping your palms together.

Lizzie licked her lips and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and legs, obviously deciding to tune out the rest of the interview. You answered the rest of her questions as best you could, even having to answer for Lizzie a few times because you knew if Lizzie opened her mouth, nothing but insults would come out.

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The ride home was, as expected, quiet. They usually were after those long press days when you had spoken so much all day that you reveled in just existing wordlessly next to one another in peaceful quiet. Lizzie held your hand as she drove the both of you home, but you could tell she was still mad. It seemed like she was mad at you, actually, which you felt she had no reason to be. Not wanting to get her all angry while she was driving, you waited until you arrived home to ask her about it.

Lizzie tossed her car keys onto the entrance table and immediately went into the kitchen. You set your bag down and followed her, watching her reach into the wine cabinet and take out a bottle and a glass.

"Don't tell me you're mad at me," you started off hot, crossing your arms. She was turned away from you as she wordlessly poured herself a glass of wine. "Really? The silent treatment?"

Lizzie brought the glass towards her mouth before pausing to sigh. "I don't wanna talk about it." Her voice was deeper than usual, monotonous and bitter.

You ignored her request. "How am I supposed to control what people say to me? I'm not God."

Lizzie turned towards you just to roll her eyes. "Don't be dramatic."

"Me being dramatic?" you scoffed. "You're taking your anger out on me for something that isn't my fault."

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so angry if you hadn't flirted back with her," she snapped before taking a heavy sip of her wine.

Your eyes widened at her accusation. Stomping towards you, you took the glass right out of her mouth and set it down on the counter. She wiped away the wine that had spilled on her lips and stared vehemently down at you.

"Lizzie, how was I flirting back with her?" you asked her calmly, not wanting to get into your first screaming match with her. You could tell she was upset, and this was the first time something like this happened.

Lizzie was not up for matching your calmness. "Thank youuuu, I appreciate it so muchhhhh," she mocked what you had said in the interview in a high-pitched tone while batting her eyelashes. "Oh, I'm so sorry to disappoint youuuu, awww." She rolled her eyes and walked away from you.

Your appalled eyes followed her. "I did not say it like that!"

"You did," she muttered as she went up the stairs. You quickly followed right behind her, where she led you into the bedroom.

She went to the mirror in front of the dresser and started pulling off her rings and earrings, setting them down on top of the wooden surface. You kicked your heels off and tossed them in the corner. "You're being ridiculous," you mumbled as you took your own jewelry off and set it on the nightstand.

"So now I'm ridiculous?" Lizzie echoed you as she started to unbutton her blouse in front of the mirror, discreetly watching you in it.

"That's what I said," you snapped, slamming your necklace down on the nightstand and looking at her through the mirror.

"You know what?!" Lizzie exclaimed once her shirt was all the way unbuttoned, turning around to look at you. You could see her black bra and toned stomach through the opening in her shirt. She started to undo the button of her black pants as she exclaimed, "I am SO sorry for not liking the thought of another person thinking about you naked."

"Lizzie, that's just something you're gonna have to fucking deal with!" you yelled right back at her as you reached behind to undo your jumpsuit, struggling to reach the zipper at the top. "I mean, have you SEEN the shit people write about you on Tumblr?!"

Lizzie kicked her pants off and sighed, watching you struggle with your jumpsuit. It was true, after all. Maybe she was being irrational. Maybe her anger made her remember your responses to the interviewer's outrageous questions as something they were not.

After watching you struggle, she scoffed and came closer to you, turning you around sharply. You stumbled slightly under the force of her hand, scoffing right back at her as she moved your hair away from your back and gently undid the zipper of your suit.

"She knew not to talk about our relationship, which means she knew we were together, which means she blatantly disrespected that right in front of me," Lizzie said quietly, pulling your zipper all the way down to your lower back before sliding the silky fabric off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, revealing just your lacy underwear. It just so happened to be a pair she picked out for you recently, and seeing that you chose to wear them that day was enough to make her feel like an asshole.

You slowly turned around to stare up at her from under your brows. "You're really going to let some bimbo get you all riled up?"

Lizzie pursed her lips and raked her eyes over your figure. You reached up and pulled her blouse off her, pushing her hair behind her shoulders so you could wrap your arms around them. She slid her arms around your torso and sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry," she whispered, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips.

"You should be," you playfully jested as her hands roamed over your ass, her thumbs hooking the hem of your panties and tugging them downwards.

A smirk glowed on her face as she bit the inside of her cheek, eyes falling down your figure. "I'm the one who gets to see you naked," she whispered as she began to tug your panties farther down over your thighs. She stepped closer to you, moving you towards the bed until your ass pressed against it. With a hand to your chest, she slowly pushed you onto the bed and stood between your legs, pulling your underwear down your knees while her dark eyes drank in the sight of you. "Do you think she believes she could fuck you better than I can?"

The initial smile on your face faded. "Lizzie, don't go in circles with me. You said you were sorry, so can we please stop talking about—"

Your panties dropped to the floor, and she harshly jerked your legs wide open. The force cut your sentence off with a quick exhalation of breath, but you still shot her daggers anyway.

"I want you to answer me," she lulled, pressing her palms flat on your knees and gliding them down to your inner thighs. "Do you think she could fuck you better than I can?" Her voice lowered seriously, which brought a shiver in your spine.

You sat up on your elbows. "Lizzie, no."

Instantly, she pushed you back down much harder than the first time. Your breath gasped from your lungs as your back hit the mattress, and through your peripheral vision you watched Lizzie lower to the ground. Raising your head, your eyes met hers. Her face was hovering between your thighs, arms laying flat on your hips so that her hands could reach the handles of your waist and squeeze.

"We'll see how you really feel once I'm done with you," she husked before dropping her head to press a kiss to your inner thigh. You jolted at the feeling, taking a deep breath as she started to ferociously kiss and bite your tender flesh. Her fingertips dug into your waist as her mouth moved further upwards, but instead of moving to where you were growing needy for her, she skipped a few kisses across your mound before attaching to your other inner thigh.

Your breathing grew heavy as Lizzie continued this torture until finally she rose up a bit and centered her mouth right above your core. She opened her mouth and fanned her warm breath over you, causing you to shiver.

"Lizzie," you breathed, looking down at her dreadfully. She raised her eyebrows impishly before letting her tongue lick a line over the left side of your slit, getting all but what you wanted. She administered the same torture to the right side, and her tongue being so close to your area that was growing wetter and wetter was driving you crazy. Just her warm breath fanning on your clit was killing you.

"Stop teasing!" you whined quietly, pouting and bucking your hips up towards her face. She quickly pressed your hips back down onto the mattress and shot you a threatening glare.

Finally, she pressed her tongue into your clit firmly. "Oh," you sighed, your head falling back onto the mattress as she drew long strides up your slit with your tongue, collecting all your wetness. Lizzie moaned at the taste of you, her own breaths getting heavier. She focused on your clit, giving it soft kitten licks with the tip of her tongue. Your knees bent up around her, feet planting on her shoulders for support.

Her hands slid to your thighs and braced them around her head as she devoured you. Your juices were mixing with her saliva and coating all your surrounding skin. When her tongue, warm and thick, slid to your entrance and pressed inside, the gasp that struck from your throat into the air was inevitable. She pressed her tongue as far inside you as possible, opening her jaws wide to allow a deeper angle. Her tongue lapped around your walls, soaking itself in your cum.

"Lizzie," you whined, hands finding her soft hair and tangling themselves in it. Your hips were grinding up against her face now, and when her fingers moved down to rub your clit simultaneously, the room started to spin.

The air grew thick and heavy as she pleasured you, keeping your arching hips as still as she could with one hand. You nearly cried when her tongue slid out of you and her fingers moved away, but she was only switching positions. Now, her lips were sucking onto your clit, and her two middle fingers dove into you, jutting so hard that her knuckles slammed against you. Her fingertips curled instantly upon their arrival inside, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck!" you whined, back arching off the bed as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wetness filled the room, along with your soft moans and Lizzie's occasional grunt. When a third finger was pushed inside of you, you could feel a swirling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You ground your hips into her, taking all that she was giving you. Right when you were on the precipice, Lizzie stood up and wiped her mouth, sucking your juice off her fingers until they were clean.

The absence of her mouth and fingers left you feeling empty and agitated. You whined and covered your face with your hands, letting your legs fall against the side of the bed. "Please," you begged, removing your hands and opening your eyes to see that Lizzie was reaching into the closet. You sat up on your elbows, watching her as she pulled a harness over her legs, a long and thick dildo swinging from her crotch. She turned to you, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she sauntered towards you with her strap in her hand.

"If I can't show her that you're mine," she began, and while the mention of the interviewer brought you more dread, you felt excitement within you when she slid an arm under you and pulled you sharply so that your ass was hanging off the very edge of the bed. She stood upright and looked down to align her strap with your entrance, nearly seething through her lower teeth as she finished, "I'll show you."

Lizzie's strap slid inside your wet and already throbbing hole to the very hilt, filling you up entirely inside. Your mouth flew open, fists grabbing at the sheets as she began jackhammering into you. Your legs lifted weakly around her, and she grabbed hold of your ankles and lifted them to her shoulders so that your legs were straight up in the air. The angle allowed her to push deeper inside you, her strap stretching your walls out around it. You were seeing stars as she pounded you, your entire body moving along with her motions.

"You're mine and no one else's," Lizzie grunted in punctuation to her thrusts, clenching her teeth and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. "I get to fuck you. It's my cock that fucks you—no one else's." She let out a shaky breath and started to slam faster into you. "You're mine and so is this pussy. Just look how wet you are for me."

Indeed, your slick had coated the inside of your thighs and was now rubbing off on hers, shiny threads clinging to her strap each time it slid out before diving back in again. As if she couldn't torture you anymore, her fingers found your burning clit and rubbed it.

Your ankles hooked around her neck, knees squeezing shut as you became overstimulated. There was so much pressure inside you that you felt as if you could cum, but she had you stuck right on the edge. She shoved your knees apart again, grabbing your hips and slamming them towards you. She pushed you back up before pulling you onto her again, jutting her hips forward to burrow as deeply into you as possible. There was a cocky grin on her face as she started this pattern of slamming you onto her with each of her thrusts. The force was blissful and painful, and it was enough to send you over that edge only moments after.

"Lizzie!" you whined as you came, arching entirely off the bed and trying to squeeze your legs shut again. She kept them wide open around her, painfully gripping your calf. She fucked you right through your first orgasm, keeping herself inside you as she kneeled onto the bed and adjusted you further up the mattress.

Kneeling over you, she bent your legs to your chest, effectively folding you in half before resuming her merciless pace. You were on bordering tears now as her cock destroyed your sensitive and burning pussy. Lizzie's cool hand caressed the side of your hot cheek, offering slight respite before you came for her again, cumming hard around her cock as tears spilled from your eyes.

"That's right, cry for me," she husked, the dirtiness in her voice heightening your climax. You were grabbing desperately onto her back, her thrusts slowing to coax you down from your height.

Lizzie finally stopped, still holding the rather painful position as she watched you gasp for breath. She was panting too, but her eyes sparkled as she admired you. Her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek, and for a moment you thought she was done.

To your unified despair and delight, she pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and enter you again. The feeling made you cry out as her cock buried inside your tired pussy, her hips laying flat against your ass. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up as she ground herself deeply inside you. Her mouth arrived to your neck and kissed it hungrily, smearing her spit all over you.

"Lizzie, please," you whined, shifting your legs as the unbearable pressure inside you grew larger every second she fucked you. She was thrusting her hips hard against your ass, rubbing her half-naked body atop yours as she bit at your neck. Her free hand came to your throat and glided upwards over your chin, her fingers slipping into your open mouth. Your face was burning red at how dirty it was that she made you suck on her fingers as she fucked you, even though you were desperate for relief.

"Just one more for me, baby," she lilted against your ear, her warm breath fanning over your face. "Keep sucking," she commanded you, pushing her fingers farther into your mouth. You could faintly taste yourself from when she had fingered you, but all of your senses were too overwhelmed to notice.

Finally, she moved her fingers out of your mouth to reach that arm underneath you, moving her now wet fingers to your clit and rubbing it hard. She pressed her face against your shoulder as she reached below you, still humping into you.

It was all too much. Both of your naked, warm bodies rubbing together. Her hips slamming into your ass. Her cock filling you up completely. Her fingers circling your bruised clit. It was enough to send you into yet another orgasm, burying your face into the mattress and screaming as Lizzie kissed your shoulder.

"Mmmm," she hummed in satisfaction as you cried into the sheets, your body going limp beneath hers. She finally stopped, keeping her face pressed into your shoulder for leverage as she lifted her hips and undid the harness, carefully kicking it onto the floor without accidentally kicking you.

Once the harness was gone, she lifted up and gently turned you over onto your back. Your makeup was smeared all across your face now, mascara smudged under your eyes and flaming red cheeks. She went to lay between your legs, but you slammed them shut and twisted them to the side so that she wouldn't. Lizzie chuckled at the action but respected it, instead laying over your hips and wrapping her arms around your twisted torso.

She pecked kisses against your cheek, humming with each one, moving towards your mouth before giving you a gentle kiss there. You were too dazed to even comprehend the kiss, which made her grin.

"Is that what people write about me on Tumblr?"

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #top!lizzie #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #scarlet witch

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

Spy x Family Code White Plot

After seeing the new trailer of the spy x family upcoming movie, I was curious to see if there were plot spoilers available and I wasn't expecting to see that there is!

After receiving an order to be replaced in Operation Strix, Loid decides to help Anya win a cooking competition at Eden Academy by making the principal's favorite meal in order to prevent his replacement. The Forgers decide to travel to the meal's origin region, where they set off a chain of actions which could potentially put the world's peace at risk. (Source: IMDb)

Looks like the stakes are much higher than the events in the manga and anime!

It's going to feed us well. There's just so many things happening, I was so surprised, they're going all out on this movie.

Here is the translation of the story that was posted on the official website

An era when countries around the world were engaged in a fierce information war.

Loid Forger, codenamed "Twilight," a talented intelligence agent in the WISE division of Westalis Intelligence, is on his usual mission when he receives an order to change his assignment for the ongoing Operation Strix. However, the new man chosen for the job is incompetent.

Meanwhile, a cooking competition is being held at Eden Academy, with the winner rumored to be awarded a Stella Star. In order to show even the slightest progress in Operation Strix and to negotiate with WISE to continue the mission and ultimately protect world peace, Loid suggests to Anya that she make the "Melemele," a traditional pastry from the Frejis region and a favorite of the principal, who is also the head of the judging panel. Thus, the Forgers decide to take a family trip to Frejis to taste the real thing. On the other hand, Yor witnesses an exchange between Loid and the mysterious woman before their departure, resulting in some uneasiness about their temporary relationship during the trip.

During the trip, Anya discovers a suspicious trunk case on the train. Inside, for some reason, there are chocolates. While wondering, the owner of the trunk case returns, and in her surprise, Anya accidentally swallows the chocolate. However, the chocolate hides a serious secret that could threaten world peace!

And just like that, a series of happenings occur on the journey! The fate of the world has once again been entrusted to this temporary family. (Source: Spy x Family code white wiki taken from the Official SPY X FAMILY website)

Loid is being replaced?! Like WHYYY?? what is happening?! What is WISE thinking?!

And he's doing everything to stay and continue the mission?! That's like straight out of the fanfictions I've read and I love to see that in canon!

And it looks like Yor is going to be jealous again, I'm also excited to see how Loid/Twilight would deal with that (I'm sure the mysterious lady would be Fiona since we saw her talk to Twilight in the trailer or if I'm mistaken, maybe Handler)

And Anya being kidnapped again. I'm so excited to see what lengths the Forger parents are willing to do to save their daughter (Yes, give me the worried Father side of Loid that I didn't see enough of in the Red Circus Bus Hijacking Arc).

So many things are happening, and I'm super hyped to watch this though it may come out later in the Philippines.... but hey, it's worth the wait!

#spy x family #loid forger #spy x family manga #twilight #anya forger #spy x family anime #sxf anime #sxf manga #twiyor #yor forger #thorn princess #spy x family code white #sxf code white #spy x family movie #tatsuya endo #I'm so excited for this movie #I don't mind spoilers from those who can watch this earlier than me

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Deep Cover Partial Analysis

Updated Murder Theory, "Lucky" & Kotoko's Relationship, T2 Verdict

Hello there, members of the jury! Deep Cover, huh? There's a decent bit to talk about in this MV, more than I really want to cover in just this post. So to put down my initial thoughts somewhere, I'm writing this! An update on my old theory from HARROW, my thoughts on Kotoko's relationship with the girl with the "Lucky" hat (which I'll just call Lucky for convenience), and my verdict for Trial 2!

CW Violent murder and blood, vigilantism, child kidnapping

Me trying to figure out what's going on in this video

Updated Murder Theory

What IS Kotoko's murder?

In the aftermath of the video, there have been a few different ideas about why exactly Kotoko ended up in Milgram, what her “Milgram murder” actually is. And while there are certainly many very interesting ideas going around, and I always love seeing different interpretations of what these videos show, I feel a lot of them are overcomplicating things.

This is Kotoko's killshot from Undercover. This is the most concrete confirmation we have of why Kotoko is in Milgram. Kotoko's murder involves her kicking someone to death. And given how much focus is put on her killing the white hoodie guy, both in HARROW and in Deep Cover, I feel the simplest explanation is that Kotoko's "Milgram murder" is the murder of the white hoodie guy.

That last point is important btw. The white hoodie guy death is the only one that actually is referenced in both HARROW and Deep Cover. Every MV to date has at least included an allusion to the murder, even if really abstract like Magic and Tear Drop. If Kotoko's "Milgram murder" involves Oshii, then Deep Cover is the only MV not to reference the murder. If her "Milgram murder" involves Lucky, the HARROW is the only MV not to reference the murder. This is inconsistent with all other MVs, which would be strange. You get what I'm saying?

Plus, let’s not forget what Kotoko says in TASK.

[TASK]

Kotoko: I did kill someone

Someone, singular. Unless there’s some ambiguity that’s lost on translation, Kotoko only killed one person, and her Milgram murder is kicking someone to death. She killed the white hoodie guy by kicking him, so he’s sorta the only option as to who her Milgram murder is.

And yes, Kotoko could have lied in her MV, but she has no reason to. She also says this:

[TASK]

Kotoko: After all, Es, you can access my heart, right? Through songs and videos..

Es: That is correct.

Kotoko: Then there's no problem. People who understand will automatically do so

So Kotoko believes the videos will reveal her murder, meaning she’d likely get caught in a lie once the extraction process began. Given she’s trying to team up with Es in TASK, being seen as a liar by them is counter-productive. In other words, Kotoko shouldn’t be lying here. Unless she somehow forgot another murder, she’s only killed the white hoodie guy.

The reason it's considered an "indirect" murder (if you don't know what that means, uh, don't worry about it) is that under Japanese law, it wasn't judged as actual murder, but rather legitimate defense, as revealed in Deep Cover. Now, I fully believe Kotoko did want to kill the guy and it wasn't entirely defense, but that's the ultimate ruling. Thus, I believe an "indirect" murder in Milgram's eyes is "an act which led to someone's death, but wouldn't be judged as murder in a court of law." Which is the definition I was always working with anyways lol.

All this to say, I don't think Lucky ever died, since as far as I can tell there is no solid evidence for it. It’s a nice theory, I like reading about it, I just don’t subscribe to it.

Now, I do want to be clear. There are still inconsistencies with this being the Milgram murder. The alley in Kotoko’s prisoner card is very strange, and while there are alternatives as to what those images could represent, they’re not very strong. Indeed, the card is very weird.

Additionally, her Trial 2 Voice Trailer distorted line doesn’t fit perfectly either. The lines in that trailer are generally understood to be from before the murder, but Kotoko’s seems to be directed at Lucky, which would place it after the warehouse incident. It could be directed at a different character, but it would have to be someone we’ve never seen before.

That said, no current theory about Kotoko’s murder is perfect. At some point you have to accept some inconsistencies somewhere, and I feel like the white hoodie guy murder being the Milgram murder is the least inconsistent of the answers. Occam’s razor; the simplest explanation, the one which makes the least assumptions, is usually the most accurate.

The Article and New Details

In Deep Cover, Kotoko is seen reading an article about her murder.

I'll leave two translations: Translation 1 and Translation 2. I recommend reading both for a full picture of what the text seems to say.

Now, this article gives us a few more details than we had in HARROW. First, white hoodie guy's name is Kaneshiro Tsugumichi (or Michi for short) and his father's name is Kaneshiro Isamu. Second, we also learn that Kotoko actually faced trial for her murder, but as she vaguely implied in TASK, the case was ruled as "justifiable defense", despite later investigations going against that idea. And of course they did, Kotoko tracked this guy down and went in fully intending to kill him. The ruling is at best a technicality and at worst a complete mistake. Still enough to qualify as "indirect" murder in my eyes though.

Kotoko's testimony of justifiable defense was corroborated by Lucky, although Lucky later retracted her statement. We'll get there.

Finally, the article ends by revealing that the case had become a bit of an internet meme. People claimed there were "multiple murderers" (referring to Michi and Kotoko) and that Kotoko was a hero. Or, rather, a "female university student." Given the wording in the article, I believe it's possible Kotoko's identity was never revealed to the public, as there would be no point in hiding her name if that weren't the case. I don't know enough about Japanese law to know if this makes sense or not, but I feel it's at least a possibility.

The article doesn't add much to what we already knew, but it's nice to get some extra details.

The Shots for the Updated Theory

Given how little this murder is actually referenced in the MV, you'd think there isn't much we can learn here, but there are two moments that I feel can help build on my previous (pretty outdated) theory.

What do we learn from these shots? Well, the main thing is that Lucky was actually in the room when the murder happened. Because while it's true the lighting and Lucky's position are slightly inconsistent, the water in the dark floor combined with Kotoko's kneeling position heavily implies these two shots happen one after the other.

More importantly, though, we actually see the restraints she had in the room she was being kept in in the floor.

This would imply she didn't go there on her own, and wasn't moved by Kotoko, who would have naturally removed the restraints before moving her. That means Michi moved her from the small room to the death room. And this fixes one of the biggest issues with HARROW's depiction of the murder: the switching rooms.

(Yes the shot in Deep Cover is flipped. No I don't know why)

As you can see, the walls are slightly different. And of course, they're way more open than the room the girl was being kept in. My original explanation for why this happens was more complicated than necessary, but now we have a bit more context.

First, the difference in the warehouse walls can just be explained by assuming these are two different sections of the warehouse, or even two warehouses which are connected somehow. This is somewhat consistent with the outside appearance of the warehouse:

You see how there's two buildings that share a wall? If that wall has a door, it would be possible to go from one to the other. And if they have different walls for some reason, it's possible the wall change simply happens because they enter one and end up in the other.

And why did they move? Well, because of the discarded restraints in Deep Cover, we can assume that perhaps Michi attempted to escape from Kotoko with Lucky in tow. He could have stunned Kotoko somehow (hammer maybe?), and ran away to the death room. Here's a diagram!

Pretty simple, right?

The Time Skip Confirmation

This is also a continuation of my previous theory. If you're not aware, Kotoko sees Michi kidnapping Lucky while she's wearing her blue and yellow hoodie, but attacks with her red hoodie.

I believed this, among other things, implied there was actually a period of time between when Kotoko spots the kidnapping and when she actually steps in. And the shot of Lucky on the floor corroborates this, as she's already bruised as if she had spent a decent amount of time under Michi's grasp.

As to why Kotoko didn't step in immediately, while I originally believed she was disheartened in some way, I now think it may have more to do with trying to hide her identity as she did when she attacked Oshii. Men's sneakers, red hoodie, etc. Except this time there was a witness, and since she apparently forgot her face covering at home, she couldn’t avoid being recognized and had to go to court. Perhaps that's why she seems so distressed when Lucky hugs her? She didn't want the attention, she didn't want to be recognized, because it would mean having to deal with the law.

Anyways, what does this mean? Well, not much, really. But it’s important because it means Kotoko wasn’t prepared to see a kidnapping that day, which in my eyes throws out some theories I’ve seen around about her possibly setting up Lucky as bait for Michi. If she had done that, surely she would have already been wearing the correct outfit, wouldn’t she?

And speaking of Lucky…

On Kotoko and Lucky's Relationship

This has almost become the main point of discussion around the MV, so I feel compelled to talk about it. Here’s what we know:

-Lucky originally testified to corroborate Kotoko’s testimony in court, but later, apparently while speaking to Isamu, retracted it. We don’t know what, if anything, Kotoko told her after the murder, but we can assume Kotoko lied to her the same way she lied to everyone else; “killing Michi was the only way to stop him, it was legitimate defense.” We also don’t know why she retracted her statement, but I’ll get to it in a moment.

By the way, Isamu claims Lucky may have been threatened, but I just don’t believe him. Lucky doesn’t seem scared of Kotoko until the very end (after the retraction), and Isamu has been involved in cover-ups of his son’s crimes before, as implied in HARROW. It’s in his best interest to defend his family name if he can cast doubt on Lucky’s testimony (more on this later).

-After the retraction of the statement, Kotoko is sitting on a park bench reading an article about it when Lucky comes up to her to show her the matching hat. Kotoko distractedly pats her head, but mostly ignores her in favor of the article. We don’t know if this meeting was arranged, or if Lucky just stumbled into Kotoko randomly and wanted to show off her cool hat. I’m leaning on the latter, personally. We also don’t know if they interacted further, or if Lucky just left immediately after. There’s no way to tell.

-After the park scene (note that Lucky already has the hat on her head, unlike when she first shows it off), Lucky waits outside a book store, mimicking Kotoko’s wall lean from HARROW. Lucky sees Kotoko and walks up to her, but becomes horrified when she sees the look in Kotoko’s eyes. Kotoko is wearing her murder outfit, and looks very angry. She ignores Lucky for the most part, only giving her a spare glance as she walks past. This means the meeting was not arranged, as Kotoko clearly wasn’t in the mood for it.

We don’t know why Lucky was waiting in front of the book store (was she waiting for Kotoko? did she know where Kotoko would be? Or was she waiting for something/someone else and just happened to recognize Kotoko walking by?). We don’t know if they met in more occasions, or if we’re shown the full extent of their interactions after meeting in court (did Lucky start mimicking Kotoko after hanging out a lot? or did she pick up the habit almost instantly, having seen Kotoko do the wall lean after the murder/during court procedure?).

I repeat that we don’t know much because, well, that’s the main problem here. We just don’t know, and we can’t know based just on the events of Deep Cover what their deal is. The only info we definitely have is:

-Lucky likes Kotoko, even after retracting her statement, though she’s scared of her meaner side.

-Kotoko appears dismissive of Lucky, at least from what we saw.

And that’s it! The only way we can further try to infer what their relationship is like is by looking at Kotoko’s character and speculating on what she would act like around this child. Thankfully, Kotoko’s actions are very straightforwardly informed by her overly simplistic worldview.

According to Kotoko, there are essentially three types of people. The Evil People who oppress and hurt those weaker than them:

(T1) Q20: What do you think is evil?

K: Oppressing innocent weaklings.

The Hero who will protect the Weaklings by destroying the Evil People:

[Deep Cover]

Come on, rely on me, go on

I became your fangs

As the long-awaited hero I engraved the answer

Tell me why you tell me, “Stop”

Don’t you dare stop now

I want a reason for judgment execution, I want it

Give me the next target

(I hate mobile formatting I hate mobile formatting I hate-)

And the Weaklings, who need to stay out of the way.

[Trial 2 Voice Trailer]

Kotoko: From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!

Weaklings shouldn’t meddle with the actions of the Hero, because the Hero knows best. If a decision or course of action is too difficult for a Weakling, they have to sit back and let the Hero choose for them.

[YONAH]

Kotoko: Weak... You're too weak. With that fragile body of yours, you can't stop anyone. You can't protect anyone. You can't even do your justice. All imperfect.

[…]

K: You're unable to do it yourself, that's why you need me. The fangs to do your will.

This fits with Kotoko, the Hero, being so dismissive towards Lucky, a Weakling. She probably wouldn’t want someone like Lucky to mimick her, because Lucky is Weak and should just rely on Kotoko for protection. It’s what gives Kotoko’s life meaning, after all.

[Deep Cover]

I want a reason for judgment execution, I want it

Give me the next target

This is what makes me believe that Kotoko and Lucky may have never really hung out outside of what we’re shown in Deep Cover. Because simply put, there’s no reason for Kotoko to be hanging out with her after the court case. Even back then, the only thing Kotoko had to tell her was that her murder was legitimate defense, which again is just what she was telling everyone else. Kotoko most likely had no reason to believe Lucky would retract her statement, and she doesn’t seem interested in hanging out with her for any other reason.

To be clear, I do think Kotoko cares about Lucky to some extent. She did show up in the magic subconscious video, after all. Kotoko is most likely glad to see Lucky happy, at least. I’m just saying that I don’t think their relationship really extended beyond “it’s nice to bump into each other in the street occasionally.” Of course, that’s only my interpretation, it’s perfectly fine if you interpret it in some other way.

Temporary CW Grooming

No, I don’t think Kotoko groomed Lucky. Unless you count lying to her about how legitimate the defense was, which again is more of a lie Kotoko told everyone than anything Lucky specific. I can definitely see the angle, the few scenes we have are pretty damn sketchy if you look at them a certain way, but I don’t think we have to assume the worst. Again, there is no reason for Kotoko to even groom her in the first place. She wouldn’t want Lucky to follow in her footsteps; she has no reason to be worried about the testimony, at least up until the retraction; and there’s not many other reasons she would have to do it. And Kotoko is decently pragmatic, she doesn’t usually bother doing things she doesn’t need.

To be clear, I absolutely believe Kotoko would have groomed Lucky, if it had been convenient for her. She does it to Es in YONAH, the lines I already used.

[YONAH]

Kotoko: Weak... You're too weak. With that fragile body of yours, you can't stop anyone. You can't protect anyone. You can't even do your justice. All imperfect.

[…]

K: You're unable to do it yourself, that's why you need me. The fangs to do your will.

That’s grooming. That’s what’s happening there. I’m not trying to defend this or even Kotoko, she absolutely is a groomer and this is Very Horrible. This deserves discussion, but it’s not what this post is about.

However, in YONAH, Kotoko has a reason to be doing it. She needs Es to hand out the Guilty judgements she wants. That doesn’t make it better, it just makes it in line with her character. She has no reason to manipulate Lucky, and again, she’s always shown to be dismissive of her.

Again, I do see where the concern comes from, and I wouldn’t be 100% surprised if it turned out to be true. I just don’t like to jump to conclusions on this sort of thing on principle, not when we have so little context for what we’re seeing, and especially not when it’s somewhat contradictory to Kotoko’s character and the central themes of her story.

Temporary CW Over

The Withdrawal of the Statement

This is one of the weirdest details of the MV, so I feel I should address it before signing off. Here’s what we know:

-Lucky testified in court that she was saved by “a female university student” according to the article (read: saved by Kotoko), and corroborated Kotoko’s testimony. Which was likely: she was being kidnapped (true), Kotoko caught the kidnapper red-handed (basically true, Lucky was tied up and on the floor with Michi beside her), Kotoko and Michi got into a fight over it (true), and Kotoko had to kill Michi to stop him (debatable, but Lucky likely believed it true).

-After the trial, Kaneshiro Isamu, the CEO of a big newspaper company, launches a private investigation that concludes Kotoko used excessive force.

-After that, it’s mentioned Isamu claims that Lucky retracted her statement.

-Isamu also claims some other stuff, trying to muddy up whether or not his son really was a kidnapper or not, but being The Guy That Covered Up a Bunch of Child Murders, I’m not inclined to believe him.

When I lay it all out like this, it seems like there’s a pretty simple explanation for what happened here. There is only one part of Lucky’s statement that could have needed retracting, the “legitimate defense” part, and that’s exactly what Isamu’s investigation contradicted. Given it’s Isamu, a newspaper company CEO of all things, the one who reveals the withdrawal, it’s assumed Lucky retracted it in his presence or in the presence of someone working for him. Meaning they could have told Lucky there was evidence of excessive force.

With that in mind, I believe it’s possible Lucky was told Kotoko may have used excessive force, and decided just in case to go back on the whole “legitimate defense” thing. Which of course Isamu spins into “she retracted the entire statement” because that’s what’s most convenient for him, who is likely trying to protect the family name from accusations of kidnapping.

I feel this is the most straightforward answer as to what could have happened. It’s consistent with Lucky still wanting to hang out with Kotoko and getting matching hats, it fits with her being scared of Kotoko later as she fully realizes Isamu and his people may have had a point, it fits Isamu’s known behavior, and it fits the context of the article.

It could even vaguely fit Lucky’s design choices. You know how her outfit looks like a prisoner’s outfit? Well, she sure is trapped in a weird situation between the kidnapping, Kotoko lying, Isamu trying to get her to retract the statement… I don’t know if this makes sense or not but I’m saying it anyways!

Is it the only possibility? Hell no. We have way too little context about the withdrawal to say anything definitive, so I’m perfectly open to hearing different reasons for why it could have happened. At the moment, though, I believe this to be one of the more solid possibilities.

This idea could also indicate who Kotoko wants to kill at the end, given she is wearing her murder outfit and all. She could take this as Isamu and his people manipulating a “weakling”, and we know she doesn’t take kindly to that kind of thing. That’s complete speculation, though, so don’t take it very seriously. I still think she only killed one person anyways, because of the whole “killed someone (singular)” thing.

Verdict

With all of it laid out, what am I voting her this Trial?

To what I imagine is no one’s surprise, Guilty.

I know this post has been kinder to her than a lot of other posts going around, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignoring the awful things Kotoko has done, and would continue to do if Forgiven this Trial. Already, she is stuck in a cycle of violence where the only way she can find fulfillment is by attacking those she considers worthy of punishment, a problem she’s had since Trial 1. While I don’t think regret is necessary for forgiveness (I’m the “Local Amane Momose Apologist” for a reason), it is important for forgiveness that I can believe they won’t continue to do the same bad thing in the future, which is not the case with Kotoko. At least from what we know, it seems she would absolutely kill someone else if fully Forgiven.

And that’s without the very obvious meta aspect. There are quite a few prisoners who could be in real danger if she’s Forgiven. The most obvious ones being Muu and Haruka (even if Haruka does have other stuff to worry about too), but Amane and Mikoto could also be targets because Kotoko didn’t manage to get to them in Trial 1. Oh, and Es. She would probably try manipulating them further if she sees them as an ally, which is what a Forgiven verdict would cause.

Mind you, an Unforgiven verdict isn’t perfect, either. She will certainly become antagonistic towards Es if she’s Unforgiven, so I doubt she’d actually listen to the verdict. She’ll likely close herself off and become isolated, which is the worst thing that can happen to someone with a mindset like hers.

Hell, it’s not even perfect for prison safety purposes. A restrained Kotoko is still probably stronger than a restrained Muu, a restrained Haruka and even an unrestrained Amane. Just, hopefully not strong enough to cause serious damage.

More pressingly, though, Kotoko herself is a massive target, given she’s antagonized basically the entire prison. Fuuta has a vendetta and a strong sense of justice, and while I’d hope he’s learnt the lesson that he shouldn’t take justice into his own hands, Amane’s religion (which is clearly starting to influence him) also places a lot of value on punishing those who go against destiny, so. Then there’s the fact Kotoko’s clearly shown herself as a threat to Mikoto, and while violence landed them into the Milgram mess in the first place, John might decide Kotoko’s dangerous enough to warrant becoming a “savior” again.

And God forbid she does get hurt and Shidou doesn’t have enough time or resources to treat all the injured people around. Because Mr “someone’s value cannot be the same as another” Kirisaki is not going to help Kotoko at anyone else’s expense.

But ultimately, we have to pick the lesser of two evils. From a meta sense, I’m more worried about what Kotoko could do to Muu/Amane than what Fuuta/John/whoever else could do to Kotoko. More importantly, from a mindset sense, I’m more worried about enabling and encouraging her current behavior (which at this point would be practically irreversible, given there’s only one Trial left) than antagonizing her and causing her to isolate. Both are bad, but one of them has a chance of getting the personification of the death penalty (death penalty without trial, no less) to change her ways.

See, what I’m hoping is that (depending of what happens from this point on) we can try to make amends and Forgive on Trial 3, with the hope she understands we believe she’s in the wrong, but that we won’t abandon her and she deserves a chance to better herself. That compassion could be enough for her to start working towards improvement… maybe.

I’m definitely being way too optimistic, but when we’re working with The Worst System in History, all that’s left is to try our best and hope things turn out alright, even when we lack good tools to try and make that happen.

I sincerely hope she can break the toxic mindset she’s stuck in and gets to a place where I can vote her Forgiven in Trial 3, but as of right now, a Trial 2 Forgiven is just not on the table for me. Sorry Kotoko, I do feel kinda bad for you still, Milgram’s punishment for the Unforgiven is awful :(

Conclusion

That’s it for now! I’ll maybe make some other posts discussing other stuff in this MV, since there’s surprisingly quite a bit in it, but for now I’ve said what I needed to say. Take care!

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #deep cover mv #first post after a while i hope it’s not too bad

[blackphanto]

Chucky predictions

SPOILER WARNING FOR CHUCKY S3E5!

I wanna make Chucky theories so bad, but I can't think of any! This show is so crazy that I can't even predict or speculate on what could happen next. There are some people teasing on twitter though and all they've been doing is making me even more hyped for how this season is going to end. So here are some of my predictions based on everything that's been teased so far.

Jake will enter the spirit realm:

I don't think he's necessarily going to die, but he's so fixated on ending Chucky for good to the point where he refused to run away from it all like Devon suggested. And we've heard the doctor, the only way you get to the spirit realm is by dying, but what if you didn't need to die? I believe that thanks to all the supernatural shit occurring there, the White House will become some sort of passage between the two realms. Jake will cross it to try and destroy Charles' soul, but if he will fail or succeed is still debatable...

Caroline helps Chucky get young again:

If Jake fails in permanently killing Chucky, Caroline will come to the rescue. We know she'll be back, but what role will she play in this mess? When she'll return, all hell already would've broken loose and she'll just make it worse. Her sudden entrance at the White House will cause quite the emotional reunion for Lexi and her. Yet, Caroline didn't come alone. Armed with the Voodoo for Dummies book, sure, but she brought another friend, who's none other than the Good Guy Doll creator played by John Waters. He came with a new doll, a new vessel for Charles and with Caroline's newfound knowledge of Voodooism, she'll get Damaballa's blessings and give Chucky a new body, a new chance to not disappoint the almighty Iowa and if he plays his cards right, he might even become forever young.

Grant will survive:

I don't have any evidence to back this up, I just like him and think it's unfair that Lexy always has to say goodbye to someone she loves each season and I just don't want it to happen again. From a psychology standpoint it just desensitized her and would lead to her not getting attached to anyone else besides Jake & Devon next season, in fear of someone else always having to die because of her. And from a writing perspective it just gets repetitive, predictable and boring. So please Don Mancini don't kill him, also I love Jackson Kelly.

The past will haunt everyone:

Charles Lee Ray isn't the only ghost the Terror Trio will have to deal with in the newly supernatural possessed White House. We've seen the past of the Collins family haunt them time and time again, we've seen Henry talk about ghosts and fearing what they told him almost every single episode. Why would that stop at Joseph or Charles? Wouldn't it be horrible for our trio to be faced with the lives they lost thanks to a doll they couldn't stop? How would Jake react upon seeing his father again, disappointed at him for being gay. And Lexy, the poor girl, facing Junior, the boy she watched die, trying to save her... Not making at least one ghost of the past come back would be a wasted opportunity.

Tiffany will survive, but Jennifer's body might not:

Tiffany's possible death has been brought up in every interview Jennifer Tilly made following the comeback of Chucky season 3. At this point it even became a ‘will they, won't they’ situation. Does Mancini really have the guts to kill off a cult favorite character and actress he loves so much? Or will we just say goodbye to seeing Tilly on screen and welcome only her voice? I mean the trailer kinda made it clear for me that this isn't the end of Tiffany's story, but maybe that of Jennifer's body.

#chucky #charles lee ray #chucky series #chucky season 3 #chucky syfy #lexy cross #jake wheeler #devon evans #childs play #tiffany #tiffany valentine #jennifer tilly #devon sawa #brad dourif #tyler bass #grant collins #jackson Kelly #alyvia alyn lind #zackary arthur #bjorgvin arnarson #don mancini

[bestedoesmeow]

✩ 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠 (requested)

PART 1

Will they be able to overcome their fears and take a chance on love?

@peytonmarkey thank you for the request, and help. I enjoyed every second of it!!

summary : daniel comes across the architect of the best summers that he had before leaving his hometown to achieve his biggest dream, little does he know his whole life is gonna change in a day

Daniel’s pov

I was walking around the paddock after almost a bad qualifying, with my water bottle in my hand, walking at the speed of light, trying to ignore anyone who was trying to talk to me. I was devastated, heartbroken, and disappointed, first at myself then at the team. At the beginning of the season, I thought it was going to take time to get used to the car. But at the almost end of the season, everything was totally the same, and my mood was worse than ever. On my way to my trailer to take a shower and grab a bite, I saw her. I don’t know how it made me feel, but I could feel the nostalgia rushing through my veins and my whole body. I didn’t realize my lips were curled into a smile until Nick touched my shoulder to bring me back there.

‘’ I’ll be there in a minute; you can go before me, I said, before looking at him. He smiled, still not understanding why I stopped in the middle of the road, but he didn’t refuse my offer and made his way to grab a coffee with the team members. She was standing there, scrolling through her phone, and probably waiting for someone. It was so hot that day that I can still recall the sun, sweat, salt, and everything else about that day. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and her signature bangs were framing her face beautifully; she was in denim shorts, a white tee, and red Converse. I don’t know now how long I stayed there and watched her every motion, trying to remember the last time I saw her; maybe she was 18? She then raised her eyes from the screen to take a look around, and then her eyes met mine, the eyes that had been watching her movements for the last two minutes. I was sweaty as hell, I was dehydrated, and I was hungry, but to watch her standing there like she didn’t give a damn about the sun that was burning her pale skin was enough to make me forget about the bad day in the car. She looked at me like she was trying to understand why I was looking at her, but then her lips curled into a wide smile, showing off her teeth, and she made her way towards me in fast movements, almost excitedly. As she got closer my heartbeat grow faster and

"Look who we got here!" Ricciardo, it’s been years.’’ She said, with her precious, teasing smile.

"You still have that teasing blood in your veins, huh?" I said, trying not to make it too obvious that my heart was pounding.

‘’ You look good.’’ She said. Not even trying to answer my question. Her gaze was watching me carefully, like she was trying to memorize something about my features.

"What are you doing here though?" I said, literally wondering how our paths had crossed in this place after years.

"Oh, I applied to be the manager of Charles last year after finishing my major, and somehow I got lucky, and now I am here. Jason, Mom, and Dad literally manifested me to be here. “It was almost like music to my ears to hear her naive and excited voice and see her gestures while talking.

‘’ Jason! How is he? How is your family doing? Tell them I said hi next time you talk with them.'' I said that while I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, she was literally the definition of pure beauty.

"Oh, he is okay; he is working as an engineer at some company in NY right now, and mom and dad are in Australia, living that retired life you know." She said, smiling and winking at me in her last words.

‘’ I am glad, Zahra, so glad. It was so nice seeing you, you know. You look amazing. I mean, you were then too, but now—I said, then, regretting the words that I came up with, I bit my lip and tried to avoid the heat that was coming up to my ears. Ricciardo, the man of flirts, was unable to bring the right words together.

‘’ Thank you, Daniel; you look good too; you were then too, but now you've grown up; how old are you now, 33? It was nice seeing you too.” She said, waiting almost five seconds between her sentences.

‘’Yes, I am 33; it must be nice to be still in your 20s; enjoy it while it lasts, I said. For the first time that afternoon, I managed to say something that really sounded like Daniel.

‘’Oh, okay, okay, old man, I gotta go; see you around, huh?’’ she said before acting to get back to the Ferrari paddock. I completely forgot that I was hungry, sweaty, and disappointed after that little interaction.

‘’ Zahra.’’ I almost yelled her name, hoping I didn’t sound so desperate. She turned around while she was on her way back.

"It was nice seeing you."

She smiled and waved her hand before starting to walk again.

I was a wreck but in so many ways.

Zahra’s pov

As I made my way back, I had a huge smile on my lips. To finally see Daniel after he left Australia to become a driver was refreshing. Daniel had always been my comfort person. I remembered the days we were sitting on the dock of the bay, eating ice cream, talking for endless hours, swimming, and teasing. Those were all such good memories to remember; to see his charming smile used to be enough for me to blush right away; he was the meaning of the word ‘’ comfort ‘’ . Charles and Carlos were in the middle of shooting a video for Ferrari’s page, and no one seemed to be inside. Since it was a hot, sunny day, I preferred to sit outside with the other paddock members of the Ferrari, taking a deep breath before grabbing myself an espresso shot. It was a nice day indeed. It was a very nice day, according to my heart, which felt like it was being ripped out of my chest.

Daniel's pov

After the shower, during the shower, in the team meeting, while listening to Lando, even when I was about to take a break from my thoughts to go to sleep, the talk we had was the only thing that didn’t leave my mind. The way she smiled, the way her cheeks were flushed red with the heat wave, and the way she talked and looked beautiful even without trying I didn’t know what was happening to me or if I felt this way towards her before, but this was different. A totally different case and the last thing I knew what I was doing at midnight in bed was to write her name on Instagram’s search bar. I thought maybe I could give her a follow, to not lose the touch between us; I knew she wouldn’t understand it wrong rather, I thought she’d be happy that we found each other again after years. As I clicked on the user, I could feel my heartbeat growing faster again. Her birthday photos, Paddock photos, and mirror selfies were smelling like the summers that we used to spend in Australia, the beautiful and matchless summers.

I was about to leave my phone since I had to wake up early tomorrow for the big race when I clicked the follow button without even considering it for a second. Then I took a deep breath before wrapping myself in sheets.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel ricciardo edit #Daniel Ricciardo au #f1 fanart #f1 fiction #f1 fandom #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 x y/n

[sirenjose]

Thoughts about Season 30 Essence 2

Updated to include comments about the Essence Design Notes.

We know Matthias' essence is connected to Checkmate (Galatea's S), as we see her appear in his showroom.

Checkmate mentions "castling" (when the king moves two squares to either side, with the rook moving to the other side of the king).

Matthias is a king. Louis is a rook.

Checkmate's description involves asking if "castling" will be the winning move. Based on Matthias' showroom, Checkmate seems to be the "player" while Matthias' essence are her pieces. We don't know if Checkmate wins, as her design notes do mention her suffering a loss in the past.

It's possible Pawn (Galatea's B) could more refer to her past loss, while Checkmate could be her when she's trying to make up for her past loss. Maybe that could mean the game in Matthias' essence is when she wins. Though I'm unsure as the end of the trailer shows Matthias down.

Despite the lighting, I think the downed king piece behind Matthias is the black king, based on an earlier scene showing Matthias and Louis in place of the King and Rook piece (likely king side rook if Matthias is at h1), so I doubt they'd show another White king piece.

Though if both the White and Black kings are down, that makes it difficult for me to tell who won. I assume the last scene of the trailer, with all the downed pieces, is meant to connect to sacrifice since Louis mentioned "sacrificed piece" earlier.

Louis may be the "sacrificed piece", potentially tying to how Matthias tried to burn him to ashes in his story, as we see Louis about to get attacked in the trailer. Louis was on the opposite end from Matthias, who was by his chair being guarded by Weeping and Sangria.

Louis was the 1 about to be attacked, while Matthias wasn't near an enemy, yet Matthias is the one we see down while Louis stands over him. I wonder, like how Matthias and Louis swap in-game, if maybe Louis swapped with Matthias here too? Maybe even in terms of roles sorta?

The crown was knocked off Matthias' head, but it fell right before Louis, who could wear it himself to become the king. Matthias could swap with Louis to instead become the "sacrificed piece", taking the hit we saw Louis about to take?

That could potentially explain how the black king as well as Matthias, who should be/was the King, could be down but how there could still be a winner? I could be wrong, but this is my best interpretation so far.

I did wonder if the chess game in this essence could be based on a real chess game that took place. I haven't found a perfect fit that lines up with the positions of the pieces given in this essence, but I did find 1 that involves castling being the winning move for White.

While researching, I found a chess game that occurred in 1850 between Paul Morphy (White), a genius chess master, and Alonzo Morphy (Black), his father.

Paul wins via castling despite giving himself a handicap (rook odd, meaning he played without his Queen side rook).

I also found a number of games that teach the value of sacrifice. Like the Immortal Game in 1851 between Adolf Anderssen and Lionel Kieseritzky. Anderssen (White) sacrifices 2 rooks, a bishop, and his queen at the end to win. No castling is used here though.

The Opera Game in 1858 uses both castling and considerable sacrifice. Paul Morphy (White) was against both Duke Karl and Count Isouard (Black). The game was played while they attended a performance by the Paris Opera. Morphy sacrifices most of his pieces yet still manages to win.

The Opera Game is also a bit ironic considering the next essence (Season 30 Essence 3, with Vera's S-tier) is based on an opera (and Sangria is in both this and that essence).

Other thoughts: Matthias is a King. He’s the most important piece in the game, valued. S-tiers sometimes seem to tie to people’s desires. So in this essence Matthias may get what he wants, which is to have people care about him.

Yet if Louis switches with him to be king while Matthias is sacrificed, that makes me think of when Matthias tries to destroy Louis by burning him, a fire that also causes damage to himself as well as causes his parents’ (and others’) deaths.

So in this essence, Matthias is the 1 people care for, while Louis is just a rook, a piece that can be sacrificed. Yet the story in the essence is reversed from canon, as now it seems Louis is the one to essentially take out Matthias, rather than Matthias trying to take out Louis.

(I could be wrong. These are just a few thoughts I had while trying to think about any meanings that come with this essence.)

EDIT:

I'm happy I was correct that Louis takes the crown from Matthias!

Backstory adds something about Checkmate being cursed to carve a chessboard with a will of its own? Having their own will would explain what we see in the trailer and why Louis acts how he does.

Not quite sure about the translation, so please feel free to correct me if you know better!

It also mentioned Lily thinking she could control everything, but "not realizing the hand of destiny is closing in on her". That feels like a line that could parallel her story somehow 🤔

#idv #identity v #matthias czernin #puppeteer #idv matthias #idv puppeteer #identity v matthias #identity v puppeteer

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Fight The Feeling Prologue- Part 10 Mistakes.

Summary- After your over one year relationship, Jack ends up cheating on you with his co-star.

A/N- Alexa Demie plays Tatiana in this series. No, I do not think anything like this happened in real life, everything is fictional.

Jack sighed, him and Urban were sitting in his dressing room, it had been about a month since you and Jack had been staying in California while he was filming White Men Can’t Jump. Jack still hadn’t proposed to you, though he thought about it almost every day. 

“I don’t know, nothing feels right. We’re both super busy the next couple months, so it’s not like I can take her on a trip or anything. I think proposing in the Bahamas would be special since that’s where we went for our first date, our anniversary, I feel like it would make sense. We just don’t have time, I don’t want it to be a quick weekend trip if I’m proposing.” Jack told Urban. 

“After tour?” Urban suggested.

“I don’t want to wait that long, but I might have to unless I can figure something out.” Jack sighed again. “I just hate waiting, you know, like we’ve talked about our futures before, but I won’t be one hundred precent certain she’s going to say yes until I ask. It’s fucking stressful.” Jack said, laughing softly. 

“It sounds stressful.” Urban said, laughing as he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” Urban told Jack. 

Urban walked out of Jack’s trailer, seeing Alexa Demie, who was playing Jack’s love interest, standing by the door, clearly listening in on their conversation. Urban didn’t say anything to her as he walked out. 

Alexa waited a moment before knocking on the door.

“Come in.” Jack called out, looking over to the door, seeing Alexa walking in.  “Oh hey.” Jack smiled at her.

“Hi.” Alexa smiled, sitting down in a free chair. “What were you guys talking about?” She asked.

 “Oh, nothing, it’s not a big deal.” Jack said.

“I thought I heard something about proposing when I walked by, maybe I could help?” She suggested. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.”

Ever since they started filming together, Alexa thought Jack was flirting with her. Overtime this led to her developing a crush on him so finding out that he not only had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend that he was considering proposing to, hurt her. All this time she thought she had a chance to be with Jack, and she was determined to still make it happen, even if it wasn’t an ideal situation.

“It’s something not many people do know.” Jack laughed softly. 

“Who is it? Tell me everything.” Alexa smiled at him.

“Oh, we’re not really telling people.” Jack told her.

“C’mon, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Alexa told Jack, leaning towards him a little bit.

“Fine, only because I trust you.” Jack said. “I’m dating Y/N.” 

“Wait. You’re dating Y/N? You know that everyone thinks she’s dating that male model she did that photoshoot with right?” Alexa asked. You had recently done a photoshoot with a male model that was a little more scandalous than anything you had done before. Since you have previously hinted that you had a boyfriend on social media, everyone assumed it was him.

“Yeah, I know. Why does it matter?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t deal with people thinking that my partner is dating someone else.”

“I mean, she told me she was doing the photoshoot, she told me who it was with, she even showed me the photos before they got released. It’s not really something I’ve worried about.” Jack told Alexa.

“You must really trust her. I can’t imagine keeping my relationship so secret. There’s really only one reason I’ve heard of people keeping their partner such a secret.”

“We both trust each other. We just both enjoy the privacy.” Jack said.

“I guess that’s also a reason.” Alexa had a plan, she just had to hope it worked.

“What’s the other reason?” Jack asked.

“You don’t know? People keep their relationship a secret so they can cheat. Either of you could do it so easily. Keeping your relationship so private, always being away from each other. You don’t think it’s ever crossed her mind to cheat on you when she’s away? Or even that you’re cheating on her? Think about it, for all she knows you’re not even on set, you could be out fucking another girl behind her back.” Alexa said.

“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. I don’t think she’s out there cheating on me. I’ve also never thought about cheating on her.” Jack told Alexa.

“Not even once?” She asked. “When you’re on different sides of the country, you could have sex with whoever you wanted, and she’d never find out. Fuck, you could have multiple girlfriends and she’d never know because no one knows about you two.” 

“I’ve just never had a reason. I mean, why would I cheat on the girl I love?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.

“People do it all the time. Especially celebrities. I could name five rappers right now who’ve cheated on their partners without a second thought.”

“I’ll admit it gets hard sometimes being apart and so private, but it’s not like I’d change anything. I’d take the challenges we have now over the public interfering with our relationship.” Jack told her.

“What are the challenges that you have with your relationship?” Alexa asked Jack.

“I guess it’s just tough not being able to go everywhere she goes or bring her everywhere with me. I would love to walk a red carpet with her or attend an event together. Or even have her here with me instead of doing her own thing because there’s people here who don’t know we are together.” Jack said and Alexa nodded.

“Do you want to propose to her before your relationship is public?”

“Why not? We’ve managed to keep everything private; I don’t see what the big deal is with keeping the engagement private too.”

“If you really love each other, why do you feel the need to keep things private? If you love each other why does it matter what other people think?” Alexa asked Jack.

“It’s complicated. It’s not a normal situation and I know that, but it’s what works for us.”

“How were you planning on proposing to Y/N?” 

Jack and Alexa talked about Jack’s plans to propose to you for about twenty minutes before she had to leave to go film a scene. Alexa’s plan didn’t work out exactly the way she would have liked it to. Her goal was to get Jack to admit he had thought about cheating on you, or even admit that he’s thought you’ve cheated on him. But he didn’t. She at least got the idea into his head, while also looking like that wasn’t her goal by ending the conversation talking about your engagement.

A few days later, Jack was in his trailer alone again when Alexa knocked on the door, Jack telling her to come in. 

“Hey, do you have a few minutes?” Alexa asked Jack. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I was just wondering if we could go over some scenes.” Alexa suggested and Jack nodded.

“Sure, which ones?” Jack asked, and Alexa sat down next to Jack, Alexa suggested a scene that they would be filming later that day. They ran their lines a couple times before Alexa ended up moving closer to Jack. Letting her fingers trace shapes on his arm, Jack looked at her hand but didn’t stop her.

“Did you see the rumors about Y/N?” Alexa asked Jack, and Jack looked at her confused.

“No? What are they?” Jack asked her.

“Apparently she was seen having lunch with some guy the other day.” Alexa said.

“Really? With who?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t look at the pictures and it didn’t say who it was.” Alexa lied. She did look at the pictures, and she knew very well that the guy in the pictures was Urban. You and Urban had went to lunch one day while Jack was busy on set and Urban got bored of waiting around. Sure, it sparked a couple of rumors that you and Urban were dating, but Jack knew you two went to lunch together, hell, he’s even the one who suggested it since he was tired of Urban complaining that he was bored and he knew you had no plans for lunch, but in the moment, he forgot about it.

Due to the conversation he and Alexa had previously, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger on the rumors. Alexa couldn’t help but notice that Jack was deep in thought, so she sighed softly.

“Hey.” She said as she moved to straddle Jack’s waist. “That just means what we did the other day isn’t so bad after all.” Alexa told Jack as his hands rested on her hips.

“I just feel bad, you know? Cheating on the girl that I’ve loved for the past year. I still love her, I feel like that makes it worse.” Jack admitted.

“Yes, but if she’s cheating on you, then there isn’t a reason to feel bad. It’s better to cheat then be cheated on.”

“Is it really though, because cheating certainly feels worse than being cheated on.”

“At least if you find out she is cheating on you, it’s not like you are fully committed to her anymore.” Alexa said.

“But I should be. I was. I never thought about cheating until it happened.” Jack admitted. The first time Jack and Alexa had sex, Jack wasn’t thinking, it was an in the moment thing where one thing led to another, and it happened. You and Jack had gotten into a fight the night before, essentially your first serious fight, and Alexa said just the right thing the next day.

“Right now, let’s just forget about her.” Alexa said, reaching down into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring box Jack had been bringing with him to set so you didn’t find the ring when he wasn’t home, and placed it on a nearby table. Alexa leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she pressed her lips to his. “We got 45 minutes until we need to be on set, and I can think of a lot better ways to spend that time then talking about Y/N.” 

Alexa attached her lips to Jack’s jaw, slowly pressing kisses down his neck, finding his sensitive spot before pulling away.

“But, if you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me to and I will.” Alexa said, looking into Jack’s eyes. Jack hesitated for just a second before he shook his head. “Want me to keep going?” She asked and Jack nodded.

“Yes.” Jack said before sliding his hands from her waist to her back so he could pull her forward to kiss her again.

Both you and Urban could tell something was off about the way Jack had been acting the past couple days, but you both just assumed he was tired from spending long days on set and preparing for his tour at the same time.

Jack and Urban were sitting in his trailer in silence which was unusual for the two.

“Everything good?” Urban asked Jack, and he didn’t respond for a moment.

“I fucked up.” Jack told Urban. “Like, I fucked up bad.”

“What? How?” Urban asked.

“I cheated on Y/N with Alexa.” Jack admitted, leaning back on the couch, his hands covering his face as he sighed.

“What the fuck, when?” 

“Uh, like 3 days ago, and again today.”

“I have to be honest with you, that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” Urban told him.

“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jack said.

“Are you going to tell Y/N?” Urban asked.

“I don’t know. I should but if I tell her she’s going to leave me.”

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your dick in another girl.” Urban muttered underneath his breath, Jack glared at him. 

“If you’re just going to make stupid snarky comments, you can get out.” Jack told Urban.

“I’m just telling you the truth.” Urban told him.

“Do you think Y/N’s cheating on me?” Jack asked Urban.

“Why do you think she’s cheating when you’re the one who’s cheating?”

“Alexa told me that she is. Or I guess she didn’t really tell me, but we talked, and I guess it just made me question everything.” Jack admitted. 

“We both know Y/N would never cheat on you.”

“She just knew exactly what, how, and when to say everything. Then Y/N and I got in that big stupid fight, and I don’t want to say Alexa was there when Y/N wasn’t, because Y/N has always been there for me. I don’t know how to explain why I did it and I don’t think I ever will.” 

“Are you going to continue having sex with Alexa behind Y/N’s back?” Urban asked and Jack’s hesitation was the only answer Urban needed.

Jack felt horrible about what he had done, and as much as he regretted it, he didn’t think you would forgive him for what he had done. He was afraid that if he cut Alexa off, she would retaliate and tell you what he had done, so ironically, he thought his best option to keep you from finding out, was to continue to cheat on you. So, he did. 

Jack continued to cheat on you for almost a month before you found out. 

You were laying on the bed, Jack just got out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel. You had both just picked a restaurant to order dinner from.

“Here.” Jack said, handing you, his phone. “You can put in whatever you want, I’m going to go get dressed.” He leaned down to kiss the top of your head before walking to grab his clothes. 

“Okay.” You said as he walked away. You scrolled on his phone for a few minutes, trying to decide what you wanted before you saw a text pop up.

“Meet me in my trailer during your break tomorrow.” Alexa had texted Jack. You looked at the text, confused for a moment. You didn’t think anything of it at first, the text wasn’t suspicious, but something told you to pull up the text thread, so you did. You saw several different texts that made it obvious Jack was cheating on you, more from Alexa’s side then Jack’s, but some of Jack’s responses made it obvious as well.

You were shocked to say the least. The guy you loved, and thought would never hurt you, was cheating on you. You had no idea how to react. So, you didn’t. You wanted to confront Jack, but you had no idea what to say or how to do it. 

“Are you okay?” Jack asked, walking back into the bedroom. Jack was able to tell you were distracted by something, but he didn’t know what. You quickly closed the texts and opened where you were ordering food from. As Jack laid down next to you.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lied and Jack nodded softly, pulling you into his side.

Tag list @jackharloww @harlowcomehome @nattinatalia @hoodharlow @itsyagirljaz @heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @awhore4moree

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

why I'm unhappy with secret invasion: an accidental essay that turned out WAY more aggressive than I wanted it to (sorry about that)

I'm furious about how Secret Invasion is going. It feels like Marvel just went ahead with a Samuel L. Jackson vanity project, but and it's barely interesting and it's fucking with canon characterization. And it's fucking Secret Invasion! This could be meaningful! But instead it feels like it's trying to redo what TFATWS already did and did better. We already HAD a show about a global terrorist movement and the evils of white privilege, and it was actually really good, so what is this show supposed to be again? Oh. I see. It's different because Nick Fury is in it. Gotcha.

Oh, and [spoilers for ep 1 and 2]

They killed Maria Hill in the first episode. Not only did they kill her (which is bad enough from this studio, considering they've also killed Gamora, Natasha, and Wanda), but they fridged her. And not even kind-of-fridged, like with the aforementioned characters, where the death was required and mostly reasonable by in-universe circumstances, even if it was an easy out. No. Maria was literally, actually, to-the-letter fridged. They even confirm that in the dialogue of the second episode. Fury actually says that Gravik killed her to hurt him. She didn't have to die -- hell, if she wasn't going to be relevant to the rest of the show, she didn't even need to be in it in the first place! (More on that in a minute.)

And the thing is. The thing is. I would be so much happier with the show if the roles were reversed. Canon Fury is all "I still believe in heroes! There's good in people! Befriend the aliens!" He's a badass spymaster, yeah, sure, but he's also pretty optimistic about people. And then there's Maria Hill.

[Image description: Maria Hill, saying "Best advice you'll ever get from me, a dedicated law enforcement officer, to you, an amateur looking to go pro: 'Assume everyone is a broken, nightmare, garbage person and then be pleasantly surprised if it ends up not the case.' It'll save you a lifetime of disappointments."] [Image credits: Bendis and Pichelli's Spider-Man #12 (2017)]

That seems to have carried over into the MCU fairly well. And to see her? Struggling to fulfill Fury's goal after his death, operating without her mentor for the first time, trying to figure out how to reconcile his faith in the Skrulls with her natural instinct that everyone is lying all the time? To see her actually doing the work, speaking to the security committee and telling them to piss off, because Fury was in Moscow to do a hero's work and he died a hero, no further questions? To see her, the character who has long been reduced to the sidekick of male characters with a much shorter stint in Marvel's canon, fully come into her own as the protagonist of this series? It would have been perfect. We could have actually gotten a show full of espionage and intrigue instead of a hamfisted... racism metaphor? I'm not even sure at this point. This could have actually been something besides a Samuel L. Jackson vanity project. I know I said that already, but I am going to say it again. This show is here so Jackson can look cool and badass and also be a funny old man. And I wouldn't care if they weren't reducing every other meaningful character in the series to a Skrull, a corpse, or a realpolitik adversary. Like, fuck this false advertising. Maria Hill, Everett Ross, and Rhodey were all in the trailer like they were going to be relevant. As if this was going to be an interesting web of an ensemble cast. Instead, it's the Nick Fury show with a few redeeming scenes from the terrifyingly cheery British spymaster lady.

It's almost like Marvel knew no one would want to watch the show if they just straight-up said it was going to be all Nick Fury. And I haven't even started on the bullshit that was the train conversation (a whole monologue about sitting in the colored section on trains and then straight-up telling Talos there's not enough room for his people on the train? Was I the only one thrown off by that?) or the dialogue between him and Rhodey in the bar ("even when I'm out, I'm in.") or the Skrull wife reveal (which felt like it wanted to be some big important twist but it also had exactly zero setup) or... whatever is happening with Talos and Gaea. The next episode comes out in two days, and I'm still crossing my fingers that a miracle of plot will happen and it will get better. But it's going to take a miracle.

#marvel #mcu #secret invasion #nick fury #maria hill #skrulls #marvel cinematic universe #talos #everett ross #james rhodes #comics #fridging #rant post #except I have evidence #so it's really more of an essay

[natalicss]

bad love ; eddie munson

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie and you broke up for a simple reason. eddie’s life-goals didn’t work out, but yours did. five years later, robin tells eddie that them & the others have been added to a guest list for a surprise show in indiana. now eddie has to decide if it was a mistake to go.

warnings: celebrity!reader , mentions of drugs, slightly toxic!eddie , angsty , this is my first fic so please work with me here i’m not good with warnings

word count: 2.4K

nat’s notes: the song that the reader sings about eddie is bad love by lita ford. listen to the full song & you’ll kinda see how she felt about eddie after their breakup HAHA. like i said this is my first fic on here so not only am i nervous but i am having a hard time laying this out LMAO. i know reader doesn’t do much BUT if we want a part two after the show where everyone goes to hang out with her after the show (& maybe we get to see why eddie & her broke up??) LET ME KNOW. nonetheless, enjoy!!

Eddie Munson had this big plan.

Get the hell out of Hawkins, move to California, and become a rock sensation. Groupies at every show. Drugs piling tour buses. Paparazzi, interviews, photoshoots, you name it, Eddie wanted it. He wanted to make music. To scream his lungs out into a microphone while thousands of people cheered him on below. He wanted to bask in stadium lights while girls cheered his name. He wanted to give a big fat middle finger to Hawkins and all the people in that shithole that ever doubted him.

But that was five years ago. That was when he still had a dream. An unrealistic one.

25 years old and Eddie Munson was no longer one to make big plans. He stayed in Hawkins, moving to another trailer only down the street from his uncle, and became a mechanic. Because apparently, fixing cars was all he was good at after Corroded Coffin fell to shit. Nobody else seemed to share his dream when college came around. Or girls, weddings, and kids. Everyone seemed to sink into their cozy and easy mediocre lives. Everyone seemed to be happy, or content at the least.

Eddie hated it.

He hated Hawkins. He hated the people in Hawkins. He hated how every time he went to the grocery store he’d bitterly see couples like Steve Harrington and his fiance going on their similar grocery trips. Or Nancy and Jonathan Byers, a small boy on the Byers’s hip while Nancy’s hand was on her growing stomach. Or even young Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair, who usually only stopped by to get snacks for the weekly movie night they had. He hated how when he met up with high school buddies they all talked about their successful lives. Dustin Henderson had a successful job and managed to bring Suzie to Hawkins. Mike Wheeler was in college, breezing through it. Gareth Emerson had a wife and now a baby on the way, despite only being in his early 20s. Eddie hated hearing how happy everyone was because he was miserable.

And that magazine on the table was a reminder.

A VOGUE rested on Steve Harrington’s coffee table. From his fiance, likely. On the cover, a girl with familiar features with colorful lipstick that complimented her skin tone. White lace collar peaks from the bottom of the photo. She was beautiful. Just as beautiful as she was five years ago. Her sparkling eyes that made his heart swoon, and her sultry look that made his pants tighten as if he imagined it in real-time.

Y/N L/N.

He remembered her perfectly. How could he not? The two of them were soulmates. At least he thought they were. They had a big plan. Get the hell out of Hawkins, move to California, and become the hottest couple in Hollywood. But Eddie didn’t get that far. No. But she did. She didn’t have a band holding her back. She didn’t have a trailer-park salary. She came from a good neighborhood and a half-decent family. Most importantly, she was sweet and charming. She swooned a big manager when she stayed in Nashville the summer after graduation. Shortly after, she was moving there to become a star. And a star she was. Her name decked in lights. Her face was on every magazine. Award shows, celebrity best friends. She made it. She had gotten the life she craved. The life Eddie craved.

And she left him in the dust.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t like that. At all. But Eddie didn’t care. He hated how she seemingly left him behind when all he wanted was for her to stay. It was selfish. But once again, Eddie didn’t care.

“Is that Y/N?” Dustin audibly gasped as he reached for the magazine, pulling it to his face to inspect. “Holy shit! VOGUE!”

Max Mayfield snatched it from his hands. “She looks hot.” She stated bluntly.

Mike scoffed. “Y/N was always hot. Lucas had a huge crush on her when we were, like, twelve.” He bluntly replied.

“She smashed a demo-dog’s head in with a guitar! Hell yeah, I had a crush on her.”

Robin Buckley, who was on the couch with Eddie, ate from a bowl of popcorn. “I got a call from Y/N recently.” She hummed casually. Everyone, especially Eddie, snapped their heads in her direction.

Steve gawked at his best friend. “What? Why?” He sat in his armchair, leaning into the side as he tried to get closer to Robin.

“She’s having a surprise show, I guess. The five-year anniversary of her first album.” Robin explained as she waved her popcorn-filled hand. “She was making a guest list, and we all just happen to be on it.” Everyone in the room bursted into excited cheers. Dustin and Lucas high-fiving loudly while Mike and Will shared big smiles. Max looked back at the magazine with wide eyes, as if wondering if the girl she looked up to growing up was going to climb out of the glossy paper.

Eddie didn’t move. He looked at Robin with wide eyes and disheveled hair. His mind wasn’t there anymore. It was back to the last night he saw her. The glossy tears in her eyes. The hoarse tone of her voice. His rough shouts. The redness of his face from anger. The door slammed as she left to pursue the life she now has.

“When’s the show?” Nancy asked, unsure if she’d be able to make it when her baby would be due in a few weeks.

“Next weekend!” Robin gushed. “Y/N’s manager said they’d have everything sorted out. Nancy, you’ll be backstage with Jonathan while the rest of us are front-row barricades for the show. And then we’ll be able to see her right after the concert ends.” She rambled and talked fast, but seemingly everyone understood what she was saying. Eleven was bouncing in her spot excitedly. She hadn’t been to a concert before.

Steve looked over Robin’s shoulder, seeing Eddie’s worried gaze. He craned his neck, maneuvering himself in an uncomfortable manner to catch the Munson’s eyes. When he did, Eddie was brought back to planet earth. Blinking repeatedly, Eddie looked at his close friend with raised brows. A silent what’s up?

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He informed Eddie. This time, everyone’s eyes went to their metalhead friend. He shifted uncomfortably under their eyes. His skin felt hot and his stomach was churning. What was he feeling? Nerves? Anger? Jealousy? Heartbreak? All of the above?

Eddie gave an unconvincing smile. After all, everyone assumed they had ended things on good terms. He shook his head quickly. “Are you kidding me? I’ll never say no to a concert.” He chimed cockily, earning snickers from his friends as they began to excitedly chatter about their upcoming show. Eddie sunk into the couch slightly. What could go wrong?

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It was a mistake coming here, Eddie thought. But it was too late now.

Here he was, crowded by hundreds of people that had heard of this supposedly last minute show in Indiana to celebrate the fifth anniversary of her first album, titled Most Wanted. The irony, Eddie thought. He recalled when Hawkins had believed that not only he had killed Chrissy Cunningham, but that Y/N L/N had helped him after Jason Carver had gotten his ass kicked by her. She had been on the run from the police for two days before the others found her again.

Eddie hadn’t listened to much of the album. He heard the single that had come out, which was basically a female rock anthem that Max and Eleven loved. It was a good one, but Eddie knew that. He had been there when she wrote it.

Somehow, Eddie hadn’t really thought about what would happen when he saw Y/N in person for the first time in five years. He had seen magazine photos of her. Just two days ago, there was a paparazzi shot of her in New York City. She was wearing light-washed jeans, a faded T-shirt, a large leather trench coat, black boots, and dark cat-eye sunglasses. She looked like a star, even in photos as simple as that.

So when the lights shined and she was suddenly ten feet away, Eddie forgot how to breathe.

She was wearing leather pants and boots. A white tank top she had cut the end off to make it her preferred length. Her makeup was dark and glamorous, and her hair was styled perfectly. She looked ethereal. She basked in the warm stage lights and it was light whatever higher power there was knew exactly how special she was. Eddie wasn’t much of a religious man, but he thanked god that there was a girl as beautiful as her.

The first note of the opening had sent the crowd into overdrive. It was the song Eddie knew. Max and Eleven screamed excitedly, bouncing up and down as they began to scream the words. Her voice. God, her voice was everything to him. Something that used to send him to sleep while he rested his head on her chest. Of course, in those times it was softer. This was strong. Powerful. The world finally got to hear the powerhouse she was the way Eddie used to when they sang in his van. And every time she spoke he felt his heart break a little more. It was slightly different now. She maybe had a slight southern accent from living in Nashville for five years, but her tone was different now, too. She was bolder, louder, and more sure of herself. The insecure girl was completely gone.

He wasn’t even jealous anymore. He was just sad. Sad that his only memories of this girl he had been in love with for so long were nothing more than that. Memories. That he no longer got to hear her song ideas. Her sweet hums in the shower. He no longer got to see her tiredly roll out of bed and trip over her feet. He never got to see her dance the same way she was now but in his t-shirt. Eddie no longer got to wrap his arms around her. He no longer saw her beam up at him when he came to her doorstep with flowers.

What had gone wrong?

“I have one more song for the night.” She panted into the microphone as the crowd screamed. Seemingly over two hours had past before Eddie could even realize it. “Are you having fun?” Eddie flinched as Robin, Eleven, and Max screeched loudly while Steve, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will all let out cheers and whoops. Her smile widened. Eddie could’ve sworn he didn’t remember her smile being that beautiful. “Okay, so I wrote this song a little bit after I moved to Nashville. I wrote it in a time where I was moving on from a chapter of my life.” I had broken up with my boyfriend and I was finally getting to a stage where I stopped blaming myself, is what she didn’t say. “And, well, this song is about that.” Everyone cheered. Eddie thought about the few songs he knew, but this one wasn’t coming to mind. “This is called Bad Love.”

As the guitar began, everyone cheered again. Eleven and Max began talking into Mike’s eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice their eyes on him. Eddie looked back at the stage. For a moment he could’ve sworn her eyes were on him.

wake up now darling, i got a reason to believe this love ain't gonna last the night.

you've opened my eyes, now i'm a little bit wiser, a little bit colder.

Eddie felt his heart sink. He watched her singing. Her eyes screwed shut or looked out into the crowd. But never at him. She wouldn’t look at him. He knew what this song was about. He knew it as soon as the first words were said.

so stop what you're saying, it's more than i can take.

we've reached the end, there's no defense.

i had enough of this bad, bad, love.

Funny enough, Dustin was screaming the words to the song as if he personally related to it. It caused Lucas and Mike to stare at him questioningly, meanwhile, Will joined in with just as much enthusiasm. Steve was smiling like a proud brother, which was pretty accurate considering his and Y/N’s friendship.

don't fool yourself, i could never forgive you and i damn sure won't forget.

in heaven or hell, every tear that i’ve cried will come back to haunt you yet.

don't be surprised if one of these mornings bad luck comes knockin' at your door.

oh, no, you'll find out–

“hell hath no fury like this woman that you've scorned!” Dustin and Will screamed as they leaned into each other. Max, Eleven, and Robin doing something very similar.

Y/N was walking across the stage to the far corner, interacting with the people up front as she sang. She looked beautiful. Completely in her element. She walked back towards the center, lights basking in her beauty. This was what she was made to do, and Eddie could tell. She was meant to perform and put her life into music. Turn chapters of her life into songs. Even her and him.

stop, don't say it.

don't try to make me see.

we've reached the end, there's no defense.

Then she looked at him. The first time she had the entire concert. It was as if time froze and the two of them were the only people in the world. They were teenagers again. They were the same people that had screamed and fought and kissed and made up. They were in love again, and then they were slamming the door on their relationship. Eddie knew it then, but he knew it more now, that he was the one that slammed that door. He was jealous. He was bitter. And he had taken it out on the one person that cared. Because of that, she was standing on stage singing a song she wrote about him after she realized the same thing.

“i had enough of this bad, bad, love.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x yn #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fic

[nerdyvocals]

A continuation of this post, more quotes from me and @look-at-those-niceass-rocks watching Pink Ladies together, this time episodes 4-7 (again shared with permission, and since the cast is in the house, @saveourpinks, please enjoy our unhinged dumbassery):

Principal Nicholson is a fuckin' weenie

(during Sorry to Distract) I am looking respectfully. I am looking SO respectfully. Their husband, distantly: I doubt that Me: *WHEEZE*

(During Carelessly) The true bisexual experience is not knowing which one of them you would rather be making out in the park with. (I am pan but I concur)

(@ Buddy) OH POOR FUCKING BABY, find purpose outside of your socially assigned tasks

Fucking of course his name is Leonard

Them: I would've gone fucking feral for this show in high school. Both of us, in sync: I'm going fucking feral for it now

Me: Anyway, rest in peace Cynthia Zdunowski, you would've loved they/them pronouns Them: *CHOKE*

Wally: I'm kinda hungry Them: Looks like she's kinda thirsty

(About Richie and Jane "needing to talk") That has spiked MY anxiety and I'm not even Jane. I would have been CHASING that little shit down.

(When Vaughn told Lydia to help Cynthia) I want a very sexually charged line reading session between the two of them and if I don't get it I Will Cry-- Levi, I don't like the way you're laughing right now

(Note I couldn't breathe for a Hot Minute, I forgot they somehow hadn't seen any spoilers for this show)

Richie: Jane's my girl, not my boss Them: YOu are wrong, she is both. I've seen the way you look at her I'm not a fuckin' idiot.

Me: Anytime I see Lydia or Cynthia I just embody that one quote- Did you ever watch Boy Meets World? Them: What, no? Me: Hang on, there's a quote from Shawn, I'll find it (Note it took me five minutes to find this clip, 2:00-2:09 if you're curious, but the quote is: Aw to heck with it, marry me! I live in a trailer park and I have no education but my hair does this!)

The entirety of Merely Players consisted of a stream of: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

(@ Mr. Pedo Man) You deserve beige you piece of shit

KEEP EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY AWAY FROM THIS LITERAL CHILD

(After Jane and Richie's fight) Think about the last time a boy gave her his jacket you fucking dipshit, you goddamn weenie.

(Honorable mention: Both of us replying to everything Richie said in that argument with "Yeah, it is about her, it's her life, what's wrong with her wanting an education???")

Me: I love how the most scathing insult you can think of is to call someone a weenie, are you eight? Them: It's fifties appropriate!

Vaughn: You are a revelation! Them: Yeah, she's a revelation to my fucking sexuality

Them: [Husband], they're lesbians! Husband, nowhere near the computer: I know

(Jane got more votes) HEHEHE GET FUCKED

Me: I love how quickly your opinion of this man changed from the first episode, you were ready to simp and now you hate him Them: YEAH BECAUSE i THOUGHT HE WAS NICE I WAS BAMBOOZLED AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT.

Jane and Buddy: *kiss at the end of episode 4* Them: I am going to bite his nose off

Lydia: You swallow your consonants Them: Well you were swallowing her tongue a minute ago, that probably didn't fucking help Me: *choking on drink*

(during Girl's Can't Drive): Mama I'm a Big Girl Now walked so this song could fucking RUN

Them: So when does Hazel get a jacket? Me: I have no idea what you're talking about, shut up

(After me reading them the discrepancies between the amount of Thesbians fics on AO3 to literally anything else) I am addressing this to every single person who writes in this fandom, puh-LEASE seek therapy

Me: *short rant on how I Cannot Resist a Butch in a White Tshirt* Them: I'm just obsessed with [Lydia's] robe, I wanna take it...off. [Husband]: *unintelligible* Them: THE ACTOR IS AN ADULT I CAN FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE

(after I pointed out that Lydia keeps staring out the window at the Frosty Palace like she's waiting for someone) I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Me: I have a fic for you Them: if it's more Potato, I'm down

Olivia: *slaps Richie* Them: She could wake me up like that, I wouldn't complain

I would be a 1950s housewife for Potato

Them: I am no longer simping for Richie Me: He's having a hard time right now Them: I know this, and I will resume simping later when he's done being stupid

T-Birds: *having a heart-to-heart* Them: *sniff* They're all coming over to my house and I'm making them soup and bread

Richie: I think I'm in love (one tear catches light) Both of us, Supernatural veterans: ~a single man-tear~ *FIVE MINUTES OF WHEEZING LAUGHTER*

#your honor we are unhinged #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #save our pinks #save rise of the pink ladies #save rotpl #cynthia zdunowski #thesbians #cynthia x lydia

[butterflydm]

wot rewatch 1x4: the dragon reborn

spoilers for s1 of the show plus the s2 teasers and trailers, plus through The Dragon Reborn ish in the books. And one casting spoiler for S3.

I really do love the cold opens. This one tells us so much! We're introduced to Logain but we're also introduced to the corruption on saidin, to how much power can be wielded by users of the One Power, and to how the corruption can both influence someone but Logain still has the choice of whether or not to listen to the voices talking to him.

We see the madness in Logain but also his own strength of character and ability to show mercy even when he's hearing whispers that he should just kill those opposed to him. Great preview of the future for Rand. Especially since Moiraine is going to later on believe that Logain hearing the voices of 'the previous Dragon' to be a sign that he isn't the Dragon Reborn, but it's another thing that she's got her wishful thinking goggles on for.

"There's a place for anyone at my side, even my enemies." ; "The last Dragon broke the world; I plan to bind it." I feel like we're seeing the seeds of some of the choices that Rand will also make in the future here, already being set up (the benefits of being able to tell the story knowing the ending). Logain understands the assignment... he's just not the actual rebirth of the last Dragon.

So we go from Logain at the height of his strength to Nynaeve looking over the camp where he's captured. Having the Greens join the Reds on this hunt makes a lot of sense -- we know that this specific one was requested for by the White Tower, and we can see the difference between this approved hunt to take down a false Dragon (where he gets shielded and put in a cage to stand trial back in Tar Valon) vs the Red-only "gentle ASAP" approach from the cold open of the first episode. Authorized vs unauthorized hunts.

It makes a ton of logistical sense for them to scale down the number of people required to hold the shield on Logain. Just from a 'how many characters we're going to have in this scene' standpoint. Jordan could have as many characters in a scene as he wanted, because he didn't need to have any actors playing them. Plus, this way, we can focus more on the characters that do exist and really get to know them better.

So we already have two factions set up -- Kerene supporting the Amyrlin and Tower Law, and Liandrin arguing that they have the right to administer 'field justice'. Will the fault line of the coup fall along similar lines? I also think it was a good idea to have the Vileness currently happening rather than having happened in the past.

I love all the insights we get in these episodes about Warders, and Warders having their own subculture within the White Tower. And the fun confirmation that Moiraine and Lan are Just Like That and are closed off even to other Aes Sedai and Warders.

Also love all the Lan & Nynaeve build-up that we get as well. <3 a lot of good bonding time and banter and I love that she just clicks with the Warders.

The time that Egwene and Perrin spend with Aram & co is very lovely and charming. Removing Elyas from the equation and putting the hesitation on Perrin was a good move, because it lets the Tuatha'an explain themselves rather than having them explained by an outsider who disapproves of their ways.

Everything about Rand and Mat's roadtrip with Thom is so great. 10/10 would have loved another episode of it but since Amazon didn't let them have one, I do think they did a great job of boiling the trip down to both the narrative and emotional essentials. It really does make me curious about how Thom will be weaved back into the story because he only has connections to three characters now (I'm assuming the backstory with Elayne is intact), rather than knowing the whole troupe, so it feels like it needs to be Rand or Mat that bring him back into the story, but we'll have passed the canon moments when that happens.

There is so much useful lore information in Alanna and Moiraine's convo that show haters just flat-out ignored because it didn't fit their narratives - Alanna straight-up talks about not being able to see Logain's weaves!

Protective!Rand really begins to peek out in this episode, even here at the start with the farmer but more and more as Mat gets worse. Also poor Rand and Mat are covered in mud.

13. Mat and bonding with little girls! If we do get Olver, I hope we get a young girl instead of a boy, to keep on theme. And Birgitte namedrop, still exciting to hear.

14. Last episode, Thom bonded with Mat and, this episode, he bonds with Rand (over concern about Mat). Thom also helpfully puts the idea into Rand's head that Mat has 'all the signs' of being a male channeler, accidentally enabling Rand's massive case of denial that lasts until Moiraine heals Mat and tells them it was the dagger causing his issues. Oh, Thom's story is so heartbreaking here. And Thom promises here to try to keep the two of them safe, and away from Aes Sedai. Really really curious how this setup will play out when Thom returns in s3.

15. Nynaeve getting through her moment of poly confusion now is a great little moment of setup for the viewers too -- showing that this can be acknowledged as a valid relationship in this world. And we will maybe get a hint about Aiel culture next season as well.

16. Poor Moiraine and her pangs of uncertainty over Logain. Uncertainty that will only grow once Nynaeve's power is revealed.

17. Last episode, it was Rand's turn to remind us about his relationship with Egwene -- this episode, it's Egwene's turn, during her private conversation with Aram. I do love Egwene falling into a new culture and immediately finding things about it to love and appreciate. And Perrin is taking the Tuatha'an more seriously than in the books, because it's so much more grounded in the reality and the faith of their world and culture.

18. Rand trying to comfort and reassure Mat, I'm fine. Totally fine. Not emotional at all. And even before they know that the Fade is there in the farmhouse, Thom and Rand are just wanting to get Mat out and safe. Thom is ride or die for these kids after knowing them for a handful of days.

19. Nynaeve is SO curious about Lan and so hesitant to admit to it. You are not intruding! He already has a big crush on you! It's such a lovely moment between them.

20. Moiraine taking advantage of the attack to interrogate Logain... Lirandrin taking advantage of the battle as a reason to justify gentling Logain... they get to be shadows and mirrors of each other too. (Did Liandrin let her part of the shield drop to try to manufacture an excuse, once she realized that his army was attacking or was it just her genuinely taking advantage of an unexpected opportunity once she's able? If Liandrin is being sincere then that lends weight to the speculation that she isn't Black Ajah yet and we'll see her wooed into it over the early parts of S2)

21. I do think it was, again, very smart of the show to actually show us the effects of an Aes Sedai and Warder's bond being severed before it happens to any main characters. And we actually get to see Greens being the Battle Ajah here too.

22. Nynaeve's power burst here really creates another point of uncertainty for Moiraine about the identity of the Dragon Reborn. If Nynaeve is stronger than Egwene, then Egwene cannot be the Dragon. But Nynaeve is too old to fit the prophecy. So now Moiraine has some thinking to do.

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot rewatch #wot book spoilers #the dragon reborn #wot s2 spoilers #minor #will i manage to finish my rewatch before the new episodes air? #time will tell

[dilf-whore]

Hi hi, how are you? Could you make one that the reader has the Scarlet Witch powers, and is Eddie's girlfriend, but is she the one who sacrifices herself to save others? But doesn't she die, and show how powerful she is, defeating Vecna ​​and in the end it all ends well, with Eddie being totally adorable to her?

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pairing: eddie munson x f!scarletwitch!reader

genre: established relationship!, a lil’ angst, fluff

summary: you stay behind to save your friends

A/N: thank you for requesting this! the scarlet witch is one of my favorite marvel characters so i really enjoyed writing this. i do hope i was able to write this okay and that it makes sense lol. let me know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You and Eddie are gripping on each other’s hands as you run back to the trailer in the Upside Down together with the rest. You go in and they start climbing back up, you let go of your boyfriend and quickly lift all of them up one by one with your powers as time was running up. You look at Eddie and he sighs, “I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Please don’t” he begs, you look into his eyes. “I love you Eddie” and give him a kiss and bring him up. You close the gate on the ceiling before he could even go back. 

“Y/N!” Eddie shouts desperately as Steve tries to calm him down.

You sit down on the floor and open the Darkhold. You go through the pages - looking for a way to end Vecna. You finally found the answer and you cast a protection spell to prevent anything that may attack your physical self. You let out a nervous sigh and close your eyes, you look for Max.

You finally find Max and see that Vecna was already there.

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Max and El were choking under Vecna’s hold, El was trying to save Max but he’s too strong. 

She and Vecna are psychokinetic and telepathic like you, but you had more abilities than them, you were stronger. You do chaos magic, dreamwalk, look into different universes, and so much more - you’re the Scarlet Witch. Only Eddie knew about your abilities and promised to keep it a secret, you plan on using it only when necessary which never happened until now. You had no choice but to use them to save Hawkins.

Max and El are slowly running out of breath as Vecna’s approaching them. He opens his hand when suddenly, everything disappears and he’s in a bright white empty room. He looks around and you finally show up, you casted an illusion so it’s just the two of you in one place. He tries to attack you but his powers won’t work - confused, he tries once more but still nothing happens.

You smirk as your eyes starts to glow red and so does your hands, you take one last look at Vecna and whisper.

“No more”

With that, Vecna screams in agony as his body turns to dust - getting rid of his existence and the Upside Down, ending it once and for all.

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Eddie paces around the trailer, he feels tightness in his chest thinking about what’s happening down there.  “It’s over. Y/N did it” Lucas says over the walkie talkie. Eddie rushes to it and extends the antenna, “where is she?” he asks. Max walks over to Lucas and take the walkie talkie hesitantly - taking a deep breath,  “I-I’m not sure actually, she was there i-in one of my memories then suddenly she and Vecna disappeared a-and I just woke up and came back here. Sorry Eddie”

Eddie lets out a shaky exhale and covers his face with his hands, trying to stop his tears from falling. 

After a few moments, your friends notices a bright red light flash in Eddie’s room, Nancy cocks her gun causing Eddie to look at her. “W-what is it?” he asks. Nancy, Steve, and Robin slowly walks towards the room with their weapons in hand, “a red light flashed in your room” she replies, aiming the gun. He quickly stands up and stop them, “no, stop! I think I know who it is”.

He goes in front of them and go to his room, “Y/N?” he calls.

“Eddie?” you say softly, stepping out. They all sigh in relief and Eddie runs to you, pulling you into a tight hug. He pulls away and looks at you, checking for injuries as he starts to cry. 

You wipe his tears with your thumb, “I’m here now, love. It’s all over, Vecna and the Upside Down are gone -  they no longer exist”.

“How’d you do that?” Dustin asks. You look over him, “I casted an obliterate spell”

“Woah” 

You look at Eddie and he presses his lips into yours, tears falling once more. He pulls away and faces your friends, “You hear that? a fucking obliterate spell! my girl just did it, she’s amazing” he exclaims.

He turns back to you with an adoring smile, “You’re amazing, I love you”

“I love you too”

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenarios #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader