#i just don't understand how she thought this video was a great idea and why I haven't seen anyone except lesbians and maybe 3 gay men

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

#gadriezmannsgirl replies #gadriezmannsgirl writes #pedri gonzalez #pedri #fc barcelona #fc barca #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri icons #pedri gonzalez icons #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football players #football player x reader #football players imagine

[steinfellds]

Do a fic with Wednesday coming to terms that she’s liked reader and admitting her feelings to r or else😘😘😘 🤗

Thing's Help = Partner

Pairing: Wednesday x GN!Reader

900 Words

/ masterlist / / w.a masterlist /

a/n: here you go you impatient hoe @may-z3

When Wednesday realised she wanted to be around you, talk about you, or really just do anything that involves you. She thought she was going insane.

She tried distancing herself from you, but it’s quite hard to do that when you’re in all her classes and regularly come to her dorm to hang out with Enid.

Not only that, but she also didn’t want to distant herself from you. She always felt a piece of her missing whenever you weren’t around.

It took a very long conversation with Thing for her to understand she had fallen for you. Hard.

“Why would you do that? Thing, I specially told you I didn’t- “

“Wednesday! How are you not ready? I thought you were showing me that monster clue tonight.” You barraged into her dorm room with an upset expression. You were wearing your hunting gear and had a turned-off flashlight in your hand.

Wednesday grabbed her jacket off her bed and slipped it on. She sent Thing a murderous look before walking towards you. “Sorry, we are, but Thing kept me distracted.”

Truth be told, she wasn’t aware of this hunting trip until 3 minutes ago. Thing had slipped a note into your bag, claiming that Wednesday had found a clue as to who the monster may be and needed you to come to look at it tonight.

You walked out into the hallway with a sigh, “Hurry up.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at Thing, “I’ll kill you when I get back.”

If it was possible for Thing to smile, he’d be grinning from ear to ear right now. “Don’t forget to ask them.” He signed.

Wednesday scoffed and quickly walked out after you, slamming the door shut with so much force it rattled.

“So, where are we actually going? I feel like we’ve been walking in circles for ages now.” You groaned, sitting down on a rotting tree log.

Wednesday bit her lip with a quick sigh. She had no idea how to ask you out. Did you even like her back? You’ve never sent her signs that you do. What happens if you reject her? God, that would be embarrassing.

“Wednesday?” Your voice snapped Wednesday out of her overthinking trance.

“We may be a bit lost. The forest looks different at night-time.” Wednesday quickly lied.

You smiled and stood up from the log, “That’s okay. It means I get to spend more time with you while we keep looking.”

Wednesday’s heart fluttered.

After 20 minutes of listening to you ramble about your new video game, Wednesday finally built up the courage to ask you out. She just wasn’t sure how to word it.

“Y/n.”

“Sorry, was my rambling getting annoying? Sometimes I get carried away.” You apologised, slightly embarrassed.

“It wasn’t but, um. Do you- do you feel a romantic attraction to anybody at the moment?” Wednesday awkwardly stuttered out.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” You were confused as to where Wednesday was going with this.

“Who?”

“You say first.”

Wednesday stopped walking and looked at you. Her eyes were soft and showed vulnerability.

"I have a romantic attraction to you., Y/n." Her eyes were darting around to look at anything but your face, "And I want to be your girlfriend, that's if you feel the same thing about me, of course."

Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Wednesday's confession, "Wait, really? Of course, I want you to be my girlfriend, Wednesday! I've liked you since I first met you."

Wednesday licked her lips and nodded, "Great, so, we're dating now?"

You laughed, "Yes."

A smile spread across Wednesday's lips, "Don't tell Thing though, he set this whole 'hunting session' up so I could ask you out. He'll have such a cocky attitude for days if he finds out we're dating."

"So there isn't any clues?"

"Unfortunately not."

"I knew it! I was so confused when you said you were lost. You never get lost."

"I'm too smart to get lost in the woods at night."

"Oh, far too smart." You sarcastically said with a grin.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at you playfully, "I am far too smart."

You hummed and started to walk up ahead of Wednesday.

"I will, unfortunately, be telling Thing we're dating though." You immediately started to bolt as soon as you finished the sentence, knowing Wednesday would do everything in her power to stop you.

Wednesday was quick to run after you, only a couple of steps behind you. 'Y/n, no!"

"Thing! Thing!" Your doubled-over as you tried to even out your ragged breathing.

Wednesday quickly wrapped her hand over your mouth, "Don't even or I swear I'll leave cockroaches in your bed."

"Thingwe'redatingeachother." Your voice was muffled by Wednesday hand but he was able to deceiver what you were trying to say.

"See, Wednesday. I told you that my idea would work." A mix of proudness and cockiness filled Thing.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the palm of Wednesday's hand, making her immediately let go of you.

"Gross." She muttered, "Now he's not gonna shut up about this for weeks."

You shrugged and flopped down on Wednesday's bed, "Sucks for you."

Wednesday tried to stay annoyed at you but she couldn't. The excitement of her being able to finally call you hers was still strong and she wanted to enjoy these first moments of your romantic relationship with each other happily.

#wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x gn!reader

[youre-amazing-say-it]

You are so Strong

REQUEST: Hi Emma, would you mind writing a piece about fem reader who was sexually assaulted (doesn't have to be written in detail) who comes running to her trailer and all/some of the civil war cast are there (focusing on the male cast members maybe Chris H and Robert) and they comfort her from a panic attack and take her to the hospital and maybe a bit about her talking about the situation a few years later on a panel. I know that this isn’t always in everyone's comfort zone so you don't have to do it x

Warning: Sexual Assault, Crying, talk of domestic abuse, mean reporter

Paring: Robert Downey Jr x reader, Chris Hemsworth x Reader

AN: Thanks for being so Patience with this. it was 3 months ago I was asked to write this. I personally never went through something like this so if it is wrong or too fluffy I'm sorry. 

Taglist: @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya​ @winter-soldier-vibes​

You Hated the Press

Like every other of your co-stars, you always got bored of being asked the same questions repeatedly. As a young female in the industry, you always got questions about your clothing, Love life, and you were so sick of it. Were there some fun press memories? Yes of course but the majority of them are the same old same old.

For example, right now you were in Hall H promoting Civil War. For the first time in Marvel history, they released a behind-the-scenes video before the movie was released. the video consisted of Chris Hemsworth walking around interviewing the cast of Civil War about the movie, and it was shot mockumentary style. Since Chris wasn't in the movie, but he had his own movie being released a week earlier before Civil War, both PR representatives from the respective movie thought it was a great idea to gain press. The video was being played on the screen and the audience was laughing and really enjoying the video. However, you were feeling very uncomfortable because this wasn't a fun day for you. You were trying to hold back the tears in your eyes and were taping your knees to keep your anxiety in check. Robert Downey Jr was sitting next to you and knew why you were anxious. He took your hand and squeezed it, to let you know there he was there for you. 

The video ended and there was a round of applause, you Quickly dry the tears off your eyes and started applauding with the rest of your friends. The interviewer saw you do that and looked at you. “Hey Y/N were those happy tears?” she laughed. Robert Downey Jr gave her a look that basically said don't ask her any more questions. But the interview didn't see it that way. 

“Describe how it was that day on set. I know you've worked with Chris before in a different film, what was it like working with him on the Marvel set?” she asked again, trying to understand why you were crying. You look towards Robert who gave you a squeeze before turning back towards the reporter. 

“It was super fun to have Chris there, but the day wasn't all fun and games. Right before I was interviewed something terrible happened to me and I feel if I stay silent about it does nothing for other victims.” You said into the microphone. “ Just to let those in the audience know I'm going to be talking about sexual assault so if this is too heavy for you go ahead and leave and we'll have something to let you know when you can come back in.”

FLASHBACK 

You were sitting in your trailer waiting for a new costume piece to be delivered when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” you said, still scrolling through your phone. The door opened and you saw Chris Hemsworth walking in. “hey sweetheart” he said with a big smile on his. “CHRIS” you shouted as you hugged him. The two of you were in a family comedy where you played his daughter so you were very excited to see him again. 

“ How are you doing sweetheart, how is Life here on the Marvel set?” he asked as he sat down on the couch in your trailer. “It's super fun and I love it so much. I wish you were doing this movie with us” you said as he gave him a side hug again. “yeah but it doesn't make sense plot-wise thought but I'm excited to see it in theaters” Chris said with a smile on his face. 

“So when are you going to interview me,” you asked as you turned to face him. “I'm going to come by After I do Downey’s interview because you have a costume fitting. once that's over I will come and do the interview.” he said. “sounds good.” you said as he stood up and went towards the door. 

“Stay out of trouble until then, got it?” you rolled your eyes at him in a playful manner. “Yeah Chris I got it, I'll see you later,” you said as you waved goodbye to him. Just as he Left he held the door open and this man came into your trailer with a black bag. You haven't seen him before but you assumed he was a new member of the costume crew.

“Hi!” you said as you introduced yourself. “I haven't seen you before. is this your first day?”

“Yeah, my name is Cody.” he held out his hand and you shook it. “Nice to meet you, Cody! thanks so much for your help with this movie it wouldn't be possible without you.”

“I appreciate it,” he said as you went to unzip the bag and pull out your suit for the movie. It was light blue, tight, and had belts and hooks to holster the fake weapons. “so this is just one of the possible costumes we have for the fight scene you're filming in a week. We wanted to see it on you and make necessary adjustments before shooting.”

“That makes sense. Just give me one second, I'm going to head to the bathroom to change into it,” you said as you took the suit very carefully to the other side of your trailer. It's not that you didn't trust Cody, he was just a man that you just met and didn't want to get naked in front of him.

“You don't have to I'm perfectly fine if you change in front of me, I've been doing this for a while,”  he said as he sat down on the couch. That comment made your stomach turn a little bit. It was weird of him to say that. “Understandable Cody however I just met you. the other customers can tell you this, it took me a while to get comfortable in my undergarments around them.” You quickly took your suit and went into the bathroom. You felt a little uncomfortable with him but you just brushed it off.

Once you came out of the bathroom with your suit on, Cody stood up from the couch. “How does it look?” you asked him and you turned around. Cody smiled at you, “You look hot as hell” he said as he scanned your body with his eyes. 

You quickly wrapped your hands around your stomach. “I appreciate that, but don't you think it's a little inappropriate?” you asked as you notice him coming toward you. “I don't think so, I'm a customer and the goal is to make you look good to the audience. So I'm just saying what the audience would say.” it made some sense to you but still made you uncomfy. As he looked more at the suit, you notice a hand graze your butt. “looks like there's some extra fabric here.” he said as he touch the fabric on your butt, pulling it down. you backed away from him quickly.

“Cody, I really don't appreciate you touching me without asking if it was okay. Can you please just take some notes and give them to Jen?”  You said looking at him, a little freaked out. “no can do that, she wants me to do the adjustments and put the pins in were needed now.” He then put the pin in where the bunch of fabric was he's made his way over to your front side.

“can I ask you a question?” Cody asked. You nodded your head. “Do you find me attractive?” he said as he slowly tugged on the fabric that was on your breasts. “Can you please stop, this is really wrong,” you said as he felt him move your hair to expose your neck. 

“We are two very attractive human beings and you're in a tight suit. Getting me a little hard thinking about what I would do to you in this.” Cody was behind you as he rubbed up and down on your hips. You took this advantage and kicked him with the back of your shoe in his area. 

“You BITCH” he yelled and he bent down to recover. You took this opportunity to run out of your trailer towards Downey Village. You remember Chris was there with Downey doing their portion of the interview. 

You rushed into the fake lawn set up and bumped into some camera crew. “Hey we are filming here!” you heard someone shout. Tears were streaming down your face that you hadn't noticed before. You pushed everyone out of the way until you saw the God in front of you and hugged him. Chris and Robert were confused as to where you came from, but they heard your sobs as you clung to Chris. Robert made a cut motion to the crew and they turned off the cameras and left the set, sensing there was a big issue. 

“Hey, hey Y/N. It's okay, you're safe. Do you want to go inside?” he said as you started to move towards one of the trailers. You shook your head as you held onto him tighter. “Okay, let's sit down then, okay? There we go.” Chris sat on the ground with his legs out, giving you room to cuddle into him as he slowly stroked your back. 

The tears were still coming as you felt another hand touch your shoulder. You flinched at the contact before you heard a comforting voice. “Hey sweetheart, it's Robert. Can you open your eyes for me?” You slowly opened them. “There you go, sweetheart.” He then proceeds to do the 5-4-3-2-1 technique with you. (sorry I didn't feel like writing it all out loll)

Once he felt you were calm down, he took your hand and squeezed it. “Do you want some water or something to eat?” he asked quietly. ”water please,” you said. He squeezes your hand again before getting up and going inside his trailer. Chris continue to rub your back and you relaxed a little bit more and more. “Wanna talk about it?” you shook your head. “In a bit, just not know. Still shaken up. I'm sorry for ruining the-”

“Hey, it's okay. You are way more important than some Stupid interview. Anytime you need something you'd come to me okay?” he said as he continues to rub your back. You just nodded your head and leaned into him more. Robert came out with a blanket, a water bottle, and a little piece of candy for you. “I assume you need some cheering up so I got you some stuff.” You took it from his hand. “thank you. I think I can talk about it if that's okay.” They nodded their heads and waited for you to start talking.

 As you tell your story, you notice Robert and Chris getting very frustrated. Not at you, but at Cody for what he's done. And also for production for hiring such a man in the first place. Tears were shed on both sides as you finish telling the story. “I'm so proud of you, thank you for sharing. We're so sorry you had to go through that, but know that we are here and we will always have your back.”

“I appreciate it, but honestly I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I don't want Cody to work with me on the set, but it makes me feel like a bad person..”  Chris quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it, making you look at him. “you are not a bad person, Cody is. Never feel bad for the person that abuses your trust and boundaries. Understand?”

“I understand Chris, thank you. And thank you to Downey, I love you guys so much.”

END FLASHBACK

“So yeah. it was an eventful day but out of it, I got closer to some cast mates, and it made me a stronger person. There are also so many resources and you guys can check out my social media pages where you can donate to shelters that house domestic abuse and sexual assault victims. There are people out there that need help way more than I do. I was lucky that I'm able to pay for the resources to help me through this but there's so many that can't and so the more we can do for others the better.” You finished saying into the microphone.  the audience applauded you for sharing your story. You look to your sides and see your castmates Giving you smiling nods.  You knew that they wanted to hug you at that moment but everyone was still trying to be professional and not overwhelm you. RDJ leaned in to give you a side hug which you returned. “Thank you,”  you whispered into his ear. “Anything for your munchkin.” He said he gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

 You look off stage and you see Chris Hemsworth clapping with the audience. “I'm so proud of you,” you saw him say. You blew him a kiss which he caught in his hands and placed in his heart. 

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[destinyc1020]

Hey there.

To the anonymous that brought up Taylor and Zendaya's rabid fans. I absolutely do think they both have talked to their respective partners about moving their lives forward, whether it be marriage or children.

I think people naively believe Tom may be the one pulling strings in that department, but people really need to listen at what Zendaya, especially at this time, is speaking on. I think she may want children even more so than Tom. Dont let that past Sway interview keep you clueless. That's why they call it the past. She was young, just turning 21, she's not anymore, and she's nearing 30. Mindsets are different as the years go by. Hearts change, and so do our thoughts on what we prioritize. You have to realize he had just done an interview where he stated he didn't even want children and then comes just a little bit of time down the road while filming and he had a change of heart, which I'm sure he didn't just have that on his own. Especially if they each feel like they've found the one they would like to have be the parent of your future children.

I always think on Vivica Fox, she literally cried during an interview stating she wish that she had not let life pass her by and had conceived children in her late twenty's early thirties. She stated she was too caught up in trying to get the bag that she literally kept putting it off and then she found herself later in life not being able to conceive at all then realized she was close to menopause. She balled and stated how that is the one thing in life she still regrets to this day. That's sad. Regret is a beast especially when people who don't really know you think they know what's best for you. Regardless, if we've grown up with her or not, famous people's lives are their own.

So, with that all being said, fans need to stay in a fans place. Including me, and just enjoy the ride, and don't dictate what you think or think you know what is better for someone. We don't own anyone. What they choose to do is what they choose. Just enjoy the ride and remain a backseat driver. 😁.

They are here to entertain us, and that is all. I guarantee if she or Taylor decides to have kids with whom they are currently with, you do best to be happy or believe me. They won't be showing the fans anything. Especially about their personal lives. They will be Olsen twinning everyone. We didn't know the one was pregnant until the baby was a month old. 🤣 I ain't hardly mad. 😆

I see the changes...in my mind, and only by observing the written word or video interviews, speaking on Zendaya, she may have removed herself from social media for work purposes, but I believe she/they have given themselves a timeline. She ain't trying to hear nor feel anything negative, like she herself states, " she overthinks. And she wants to please her fans in some manner, or at least hope they will be happy and stand with her on her decisions. Or dare i say try to understand her decisions. Remember... Law and Darnell are also looking to move their lives forward as well.

I smiled at the idea she had for Rue being a surrogate. But, I didn't smile long, I actually felt what a great way to hide a real pregnancy. I could absolutely see that happening. Especially if they put it in as a rape scenario since she owes the money and they sent goons to collect. She wouldn't know who the babies father is, and she decides to keep the baby. You'd hate to see, but that's real shit right there. That can, will, and does happen in real life. I've watched too much THE FIRST 48. THAT SHOW IS A BEAST BY THE WAY. I thought, damn if they did that, wow... talk about a 3rd Emmy. No one would have a clue. And once the season ended... look, who was expecting it for real. It's all farfetched... or is it??? Hmmm...

Anyway, theirs my rant. Love the Sunday confessions, I feel alot better. 😂

TOODLES 👋 👋 👋

YES!!! All of this! VERY well said Anon! I couldn't agree w/you more! Of COURSE Tom and Z have talked marriage and kids, etc. Tom wouldn't be telling the media something that he and his gf haven't spoken about to each other. Let's get freakin' real. So if he's excited about having kids, then obviously Z is too! She definitely wants children some day. I think that's pretty obvious. She's found the love of her life, and so has he. They're BOTH ready imo. Maybe now isn't the best time, but I think fans are naive if they think that they aren't going to be having kids lol...whether it's with each other, or some other partner later on down the line (but I'm guessing it's probably going to be w/each other lol🤭).

Btw...that's so sad about Vivica Fox. I never knew that. 🥺

[hotxcheeto]

Chloe as a mom hc’s pls 🤟🤟🤞🤞 I think the idea is cute

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing?, a lot of fluff y'all I just kept adding to it, slight angst in parts but nothing bad at all, alludes to pregnancy ig? i don't really know?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i love babies sm.. also ty for the request!!

first things first, i don't ever see her actually choosing to mother

but if you have a kid? and she likes you? she also likes your kid

chloe probably meets you later in life, she's matured ( kinda) and explored places she's always wanted and finally she comes across you and that thing.. the little gremlin that's attached to your hip with big eyes and a grand smile

step-father chloe y'all ( nah jk... unless )

she is childish herself and lowkey selfish which is why she for sure questions her parental abilities and never wanted kids young or even at all when she thought about, but you just sprung up and how could she deny herself yours, hers and that little ankle biters happiness

but she's for sure the fun parent, the one that will let your child stay up passed bedtime and eat so much ice cream while watching R rated movies and promising not to tell you

and then you get home, catch them and suddenly everybody getting a time out

including her and probably the cat too

she probably has very loose parenting as well, her main ideas is if there's nothing to rebel against, what's the point in doing the bad stuff?

meaning she is just a very open parent in the sense that she doesn't hide the word from her kids or shelter them, she's honest and let's them choose their own path in life with her soft guidance

and she's just open in general about her opinions on things

you ask? she'll answer, same goes for the little one who has all the questions in the world and she's sure to answer

even if it's 'are unicorns real?'

they sure fucking are kid, and so are leprechauns

speaking of which, her imagination is unreal

remember how she'd play pirates with max? oh yeah, grab your eyepatch, you're in for a long ride with this one

her playtime with baby has lore, bullet point, highlighted text and a few video essays and a whole lot of story telling they have to explain to you

then you have your toddler clapping at you to keep up and chloe trying to throw you into her world of sparkles and sea monsters and you just wanted to know what they wanted for dinner

she's so cool to all of your child's friends as well, she's the cool parent with different colored hair and tats that totally have those prissy moms side eyeing her hard and don't give a single damn

lets them do what they want at your house because they're safe and that's what matters at the end of the day, even if they're getting up to shit in their rooms

if your child wants colored hair she'll get them those fake hair clip ins and temporary die just so they can look more like her and oh my god it's adorable

also the fake tattoos you get at like grocery stores or dollar stores in those machines? your kid will always compare them to mama chloe's or yours if you have tattoos

shows them off and tells people she's matching with her mama

has great bedtime stories

big cuddler too, she's a clinger

when your child is still a baby she just loves to hold them and i mean LOVES too, the baby don't even care about being held chloe just don't wanna put them down

doesn't believe in baby talk

she speaks to her baby like they a grown man and that's it there's not another way

she be talking to it like it understands her while it just stares and drools while giggling because chloe is a very animated and entertaining talker, even you catch yourself listening aimlessly

she loves being and parenting though, even the stresses

sometimes though she feels like she's gonna fail at it but you just have to give her the slight reminder and that she's her fathers and mothers daughter, and they were both was a wonderful people and parents

joyce adores your child, whether you had them before or after chloe, she's in love and spoils them as much as she possibly can

chloe even jokes that joyce loves the kid more than her

which may or may not be true

max also loves them so much, loves taking pictures which actually helps capture a lot of memories free of you freaking out to grab your phone, she never posts them or anything, she actually gives them to most times to keep in the baby book

everybody loves the small human okay

chloe saves so much money up to give you and them the best holdiays ever and birthdays, even if you're struggling with money, she makes it all worth while

handy man of the house as well, will fix toys and put together cribs and bedframes well into the night while you're passed out with your body pillow and noise machine my man

she loves taking care of her family, that's all

but chloe most of all, is both scared and enamored that your little human thinks you and her are the entire world, and she doesn't plan on making that world fall apart like it did for her when her dad passed

yeah, that's not happening

#chloe price x reader #chloe x reader #chloe price #life is strange #life #lis #lis remastered

[plus-i-miss-you]

hey can i request anything (rom) shidou related . please t2 prisioner reader and in jail setting . besides that go wild i love that man so much no matter the scenario it'll be great + the 1 post u have up at time of requesting is REALLY good so .. idk i trust itll be good no matter what

▷ listening to:

"maybe it's okay to give love a second chance" (gn!reader)

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılıㅤ

♪ note: SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING SUCH A LONG TIME WORKING ON THIS... uni be damned i'll try my best to finish writing all the requests i have in my inbox! (also i really should make a masterlist..)

♪ summary: after the first trial, shidou has been voted innocent.. not the verdict he was hoping for. and now he has mahiru and fuuta's injuries to take care of. the second trial is already a lot for him, so you can only hope you can help him somehow.

♪ warnings: none 

♪ shidou just couldn't understand why he was forgiven. he literally asked for a death penalty. yes, he knew about the three trials system, but he could still be voted guilty after the first trial, right? he thought this would make es's work easier, they don't even have to think about his verdict, they just have to vote him guilty and that's it. but for some reason unknown to him, the 15 year old guard still decided to forgive him. why? maybe there was something wrong with his video? or.. it actually was their idea of punishing him?

♪ you didn't know anything about shidou's crime. you had some thoughts, but theorizing about a fellow prisoner's crime felt wrong and weird. however, you still couldn't agree with his own opinion on his crime. you've talked to him before, you've seen him help others, you just couldn't believe that someone like him could've committed such a horrible crime that he deserved to die for it. maybe you did like him. maybe you were biased. but hey, you doubt that the guard's judgement was 100% unbiased either.

♪ you've seen him help mahiru and fuuta. mahiru could've literally died if it wasn't for him. how can someone like him deserve to be executed for his crime? maybe you just don't want to accept the truth. maybe you just don't want to accept that even someone like shidou is responsible for murdering someone. maybe even more than one person. yes, you're a prisoner as well, but it was hard for you to accept that other prisoners are murderers too, especially someone as young as amane.

♪ shidou doesn't understand why you're so nice to him. don't get him wrong, he appreciates it, but he still feels like he doesn't deserve to be treated this way by you. you're just so gentle, so kind, so sweet, he doesn't understand why you're here just as much as you don't understand why he's here. he will never ask you about your crime though. he understands that it obviously can be something that is hard for you to talk about. if you want to talk about it though, he will listen.

♪ your conversations with shidou are calm and quiet. nobody knows what you two are talking about. nobody can even hear you. sometimes you two sit in complete silence and it's not boring or awkward or anything. you appreciate each other's company and you both just feel a little lighter. if shidou looks tired, you ask if there's anything you can help him with. whether or not you have experience with medical help, you don't mind taking care of other prisoners even if it's just staying by their side while they sleep. you just want to help shidou somehow.

♪ when shidou goes back to check up on mahiru's condition and sees you talking to her and making her laugh and smile even if she's still in pain and making her day brighter, he can't help but smile too. even if he doesn't ask you, you still offer him your help. you still continue to treat shidou with kindness and you don't expect anything from him. when he asks you about everything that you do, you simply shrug and say that "it feels like the right thing to do". haha, you're even more pure than he thought.

♪ when shidou spends time with you, he forgets about his own pain for a minute and at first he felt extremely guilty for that. how can he forget about it? how can he even think about possibly forgetting about it? this is why he deserves a death penalty, this is why he deserves a guilty vote, this is why he deserves to be here. he doesn't know what it is about you that makes him feel like maybe it's okay for him to keep living. ah, no, no, it doesn't mean that you, uh.. remind him of someone from his past. you are you, after all. and it's you who adds at least some kind of meaning to his life at the moment, not counting the prisoners who need his help, of course.

♪ shidou makes sure you get enough rest as well and he's quick to notice if something is wrong. maybe you look more tired than usual, maybe you're refusing to eat, maybe you move a bit slower. he will gently remind you to take a break and will even make sure you get one. you can take a nap while he's in the same room as you, it's fine, there's no need to rush or push yourself. of course, he's worried about all the prisoners here, but for some reason, the thought of losing you.. hurts him the most. 

#💌 requested! #milgram #milgram x reader #shidou kirisaki #shidou kirisaki x reader

[cosmerelists]

True Confessions of a Cosmere Blogger

[There's a Stormlight spoiler in here! For Oathbringer specifically]

Followers, friends, people who ended up here through tumblr's broken search function: it is time. Time for me to lay bare all of my most terrible secrets as a Cosmere blogger. I am ready, and I hope you are too, for these very honest and real confessions.

1. I don't fucking know how to spell Gavinar Galivar Gavilar's name

Real talk: I had to look up the spelling to make this joke because I couldn't remember which was the right spelling and which were the wrong spellings. It's the grandson, I think. It's not fair to have Gavilar (I had to look at the wiki again) and Gavinor (I had to look this up too) have such similar names, not to mention Dalinar (I'm good there) making me forget whether it's the L or the V first in that dude's name. Seriously, this guy's name is the hardest part of writing any Roshar list.

2. My wife came up with my most popular list

I think my very first post is still my most popular: "How Other Cosmere Characters Would Convince The Stick to Become Fire." And who came up with this awesome idea? My wife! I was hemming and hawing about whether to actually start this blog, and she was like, "Hey, what about a list where everyone tries to convince the stick to become fire?" and let me tell you, that list wrote itself--I couldn't type fast enough. The jokes may be mine, but the idea, which is the funniest part, was all her.

My wife had another really good list idea that I still haven't written, since I haven't found a way to do it justice, but when I finally write it, I bet it'll do great.

3. I don't watch Brandon Sanderson's videos

I don't know. I just have trouble watching Videos On The Internet. I had to FORCE myself to watch the Secret Projects announcement since nobody would say what it was, and that was super hard.

4. I don't read fanfic

I think my blog would classify as fanfic, so it would be fair to say that I write it but I don't read it. I've only read like two fics in my life, and they were both because the girl I had a crush on at the time ordered me to (and yes...it was Wincest). No real idea why I don't read it; just something about my brain, I guess. It does mean that I am trying to understand shipping dynamics and fan preferences through tumblr osmosis, which is why my shipping-based lists may occasionally just leave out some huge pairing I was entirely unaware of (like Navani & Ialai, apparently! Whoops)

5. This is my third list blog

I like to pretend that "list blog" is a genre. It actually worked for a while! I had atlalists first--I joined tumblr because I was writing lists for my own amusement and my roommate at the time told me they thought it would do well on tumblr-- and then bleachlists. Bleachlists was the height of my success; I got so many asks & list requests that I had to create a whole separate blog, askbleachlists, just to handle them. I wrote three lists...A DAY. And some other people made their own "list blogs" inspired by bleachlists, which was wonderful. People made art--I still have some of the bleach art people made hanging in my office. It was fun! Then I left tumblr for a while, and now I'm back with cosmerelists.

6. I thought about making this blog a LONG time before I did it

It just felt really scary! The Cosmere has so much lore and so many characters and so many magic systems and I do NOT have a handle on it all. I read Stormlight Archive 2 1/2 times in preparation, hoping to at least have a handle on that part. But what helped, actually, was going to the Cosmere DragonCon panel last year, listening to the questions, and realizing that nobody really understood the majority of what was going on. So that made me feel better. And in the end, it was just something I wanted to do, and it's my way of enjoying a fandom, so I thought I'd give it a try.

7. Sometime I forget major plot points (Oathbringer spoiler)

I put Demid in a poll as a Bondsmith candidate and people were like, "isn't he dead?" I still don't remember him dying. I'm so sorry, Demid.

At least I can spell your name...right?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #oathbringer spoilers

[ikemen-translations]

Morganatic Idol Prologue 2/10

A few days later...

Female employee 1 (FE1): MC, analyze this data!

FE2: Please bring up the results of this web survey! ASAP!

FE3: Help me collect my materials! Hurry!

MC: Yes!

Ever since the news of the competition came out, the employees have been strangely excited

All the work I'm given is to research Exe Creed

(Everyone is working really hard on their plans. I can't afford to lose either)

Although I think so, I am unable to find any time to think about my own plans due to the constant work that comes my way

(I have to do something!)

On my day off, I went downtown

(If I can't do it on weekdays, I'll have to try on my holidays!)

(Today is the release date of the Exe Creed's new song. At the same time, a special limited edition MV will be played in the city)

(I hope you can come up with some good ideas by looking at it)

The time when the limited MV will be played was announced on the group's SNS

(It's almost time...)

Everyone is waiting for the right time. And then... Exe Creed suddenly appeared in the large vision

Females: Yay!!!

(Wow, great cheers!)

On the screen, the members are singing and dancing along with high-level images

Young woman 1 (YW1): Oh no! Isn't the limited MV the best!?

YW2: It's so cool! I'm so happy to see it on the big screen!

It was definitely a great MV. You can see that everyone is captivated by them and enthusiastic about them

MC: ...

I've been researching them a lot lately, so I have a lot of information about their songs, history and members

(Jace is unrivaled in his splendor)

(Finn steals attention with his wild dance)

(Hugh moves like a precision machine)

(Ivy, the leader who brings together everyone's individuality)

(And... Xeno who has a overwhelming presence)

It's really amazing...

Their brillance captivates people

(I don't know much about singing or dancing, i didn't know much about Exes until now)

(Still, I can see why they are "special". It's no wonder they are so popular but...)

While many women stopped and stared at them, I felt something was off

(I wonder what it is? It's a perfect visual and It's a great song and dance but... I feel like something is missing)

MC: What's missing...?

I continued to stare at them intently

The camera takes a close-up shot of Xeno and his gaze turns toward me

MC: !

The moment I was pierced by the freezing cold, I felt like something came to my mind

(This is it! I have to write down my current idea...!)

I frantically ran my pen across the notepad

A strong wind blows at just the righ moment

MC: Wow...! Oh, the memo!

When the paper leaves my hand, it flies away and disappears somewhere in the blink of an eye

(Oops! It's already too late to take it back)

Giving up, I write down the idea on another piece of paper and quicly turn on my heel

(Let's go home quickly. I have to give form to this feeling before I forget it!)

At the same time...

There were men watching her from a place a little away from the street vision

???: That child just looked at the video with an amazing look on her face

???: That's how much she was captivated by our perfomance, right?

???: I hope so. Anyway, It seems like the response has been better than expected. I guess it's a successful promotion

???: ... so many people

???: ... Ah, I understand the situation. Enough inspection before this vision

???: Okay, everyone, get in the car. We don't have much time until the next recording

The sound of paper rustling beneath his feet takes his attention

???: Huh? Something got caught in my leg... memo?

???: Isn't that the same paper that child wrote on earlier?

The man who picked up the note read the words written on it and his eyes widened slightly

???: ... !

???: what's up?

???: No, it's nothing. I just thought I saw something interesting. Hehehe

???: I don't really get it, but it looks like it's going to be fun

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#morganatic idol #translation #ikemen series #prologue #morganatic idol prologue

[unleashthegoats]

Hey y'all! Loved the new episode, and wanted to chip in on one of the later points - videogames, especially in relation to the "Grey" Jedi concept. Knights of the Old Republic II really did some irreversible damage in that regard, as much as I love the game (though I prefer the first one). Kreia is one of the most central characters in regard to shifting morality debates in Star Wars (in universe and from fans alike) imo, and I'd honestly be super interested in hearing you three cover either or both of the games in the podcast, although I understand that's highly unlikely since none of you have played them. But she is extremely relevant to this topic because she preaches about neutrality and that there's more than just ~dogmatic thinkings of light and dark~, and your relationship with her suffers if you are kind and altruistic and get too rooted in the light side and she's like...one of *the* characters that kind of gets credited with developing a "grey" philosophy in-universe? But people always bring her up as if she's this great point of sensible consideration and not actually, as it turns out, a master manipulator trying to purge the Force from the galaxy (or something like that at least? It's been a while since my last playthrough lol) that lies to you all the time to get you to do what she wants (because she was so crazy bananas both the Jedi and the Sith said "no thank u :)" - well, with a bit more nuance but you get the gist). Really, it's a bit like people falling for Palpatine's anti-Jedi points all over how they talk about her philosophic arguments without bringing that up. But yeah, I thought you might be interested in that. Also, I think KotOR might be what people meant with being able to unlock Dark Side powers as a Light sider but you are absolutely correct that it's a mechanics vs story issue (especially since some powers are indeed alignment-locked AND making dark side choices does impact the character (apart from story, ending and relationships to your party members). It's a bit of a simplistic gimmick, of course, but the further you get into the Dark Side on the alignment, the more it's visible - sickly skin colour, cracks in the skin and flesh, your eyes change...stuff like that. I don't think using Dark Side powers actually pushes you further down the alignment, but the intent is obviously not for Light Siders to mix and match however they like).

Anyway, I'm so sorry for rambling on for so long, but I thought you (or someone, at least :D ) might appreciate that additional info. Keep up the good podcasting! :)

OUR FIRST ASK! I'm so glad you're enjoying the podcast, thank-you so much for listening to us ramble on for an hour once a month!

This is all really interesting! I've read a few metas about the Star Wars video games and the characters within them which is partly why I chose to briefly include them in the episode (and also because I am familiar with Jedi: Survivor which has its own "dark side" mechanic for the main character that was relevant to the discussion). Aside from Jedi: Survivor, I wasn't necessarily referencing any one specific video game, I assume it's probably a thing that's come up more than once.

As far as my reaction to Kreia goes, just based on your description of her, the idea of there being "too much light" just isn't how Lucas's own worldbuilding worked. It's clearly trying to hit on the idea of "balance" being equal amounts of light and dark usage, as opposed to balance being acknowledging darkness EXISTS (in yourself and in the universe) in order to keep yourself from acting on it. There just isn't a way to be "too light" or something like that, there's never "too much" kindness and compassion and selflessness in the world. In this sense, the video games are just going to fall into the same category as the rest of legends and EU stuff, in that they often just do their own thing based on their own interpretations of Star Wars, but it doesn't mean it actually fits with what Lucas himself was trying to get across about the philosophy of the Force and the Jedi in his own stories, and that's primarily what we're using as a base to discuss Star Wars from.

If any of us ends up playing KOTOR, we can certainly try to bring it up more often. I don't think we have any plans of doing more video game stuff currently, but if the KOTOR remake ever comes to pass, maybe I will!

-Mod Sugar

#star wars #kotor #kreia #utg asks

[maryellencarter]

since the current controversy at the top of the news cycle, i.e. the hugos ballot count fuckery, has nothing to do with plagiarism (and therefore the sorts of people who trawl the tunglrs looking for people to death-threat are mostly looking at other search terms), it seems as good a time as any to ask:

what *is* the Actual Adult Scholarly Official definition of plagiarism that everybody who attended postsecondary school is assumed to know, anyway?

because, as some of you know, my homeschool experience was Nonstandard, and usually the essays I was assigned to write were things like "Read this biography of a saint and then retell it in your own words", which I'm gathering is apparently The Plagiarism in higher levels of learning, but i don't exactly know where the cutoff is.

my postsecondary school experience... did not help. i had, i believe, one class that ever brought up plagiarism, and it was geology lab 101, being taught by an extremely over-earnest student TA who was (i can only guess) trying to impress the department head who was overseeing her by being As Strict As Possible. her definition was "you have to cite every single statement or it is plagiarism and you will get an F. you cannot assume anything is common knowledge, because this is a 101 class and therefore none of you know anything about geology already. also if you lift any phrase of 5 words in a row from any of your sources that is also plagiarism and you will get an F."

(small tortellini who had been actively studying geology for nearly two decades went to the coffee shop after class, cried a great deal, and then called my latin mass choir director who also happened to work as a 200-level english professor at the college. while still crying. she helped calm me down and suggested just citing the textbook for everything, which helped.)

(i took the choir director's english class later. i do not recall what she said about plagiarism, although i assume she must have addressed it. she did teach me to identify a reliable source, which i had never been able to find out before, and which... probably backfired when i reliable-sourced myself right out of the catholic views of gender and sexuality some years later. irrelevant.)

the same geo lab TA also threatened to mark us down a grade if we used... i forget if it was staples or paperclips, but only one of those options was acceptable to hold the pages of our essay together, and it was the one i didn't have, so i had to make a special expedition to the bookshop. still resent that.

anyway my point is. i'm... pretty sure the definition of plagiarism that Every Adult Should Know falls... somewhere between those two endpoints, probably? i know when hbomberguy did that video about the plagiarism guy that was big recently, everyone was saying that if you take an idea and just thesaurus it around, that is still The Plagiarism for reasons that I will frankly admit I don't have the basis to understand (that's why I'm asking), but how close does it come to "you have to cite that limestone is a rock"? and what if you have an original thought? do you have to mark it somehow to indicate that just because it isn't cited doesn't mean you plagiarized it, or am i taking ms paperclips too seriously

#this probably needs some kind of warning tag but i have no fucking idea what

[joezworld]

The Headboard [Shitpost]

So, I just want to preface this with: I'm probably sorry for this.

That being said, I put 45 whole minutes into this, so it's not like I can't post it.

Also, the art is by the very wonderful [NAME REDACTED], who definitely doesn't want their name associated with this.

(This image is here so the joke isn't spoiled by tumblr embedding the first image in the post in links. Also so I don't have to look at it.)

----

Tidmouth, Present Day

It started innocently enough. 

A “Twitch Streamer” - someone who played video games live on the internet - had contacted the railway, asking if it would be possible to charter a train. He explained that he was planning to do a live event with his fans, and as most of the video games he played were about trains, it seemed like a “fun idea” to do so while onboard a real train.

While it may seem unusual for a media personality to charter a train, on Sodor this wasn’t exactly unusual. Money was money, and trains were often chartered for sporting events, railtours, and film and television productions; while it was for a different media spectrum than usual, the NWR didn’t see anything wrong with operating a single charter train for him. 

They even did their due diligence, consulting some of the younger members of staff. to make sure that this individual hadn’t done or said something morally reprehensible, and that his content wasn’t something shocking or provocative.

It should be noted that, while incredibly tech savvy, the specific youths that the head office inquired to (which included Richard Hatt’s own children) had never actually heard about this particular “streamer” before. As a result, they did some cursory searches of his available videos, and watched a few of his live streams. 

Nothing that they saw stood out to them, but that was because they didn’t know where to look. 

--

A few weeks later

The box showed up with the post only a day before the charter was to take place. The charter would have its own special headboard, and the streamer had had one made specially for the service, so its timely arrival was a relief. 

“-eard about it,” Said one of the fitters, as he carried the box into the sheds the next morning. “From my nephew, he watches ‘im. Said it was some sort of collaboration video with a bloke who does metal forging online. Certainly feels heavy enough.”

“Looks big enough too.” Siobhan followed him through the door. “We might have to mount it up high.” 

Henry rolled his eyes hugely. Of course Gordon had been selected to do the Charter, and he’d been as insufferable as ever for the last few days. “Must you do this while I’m still here?” He yawned. “It’s too early to hear him go on and on about fitment.”

Gordon had apparently not been asleep, as Henry had thought. “Henry, if you are indeed so bothered by the early hour, maybe consider not taking the Flying Kipper? I’m sure Marina would be honored to take it more often.”

“How dare you-”

“Oi!” Siobhan shouted. They’re a hundred years old an’ yet I still have to mother them. “You, shut up. You, don’t encourage him.” She pointed to each engine in turn. “We’ve got to make ‘im spic and span in time for this shite, so no arguin’. Understand?” 

Ominous threats were left unsaid, and Gordon and Henry quickly shut up. 

Behind Siobhan, there was the sound of tearing cardboard, and then a confused “Eh?” 

“What?” 

“That’s an… odd choice of, well everything to be honest.” 

She looked in the box. “Isn’t that a… burger chain or something?”

“I think so.” The man turned his head as he pulled the headboard out of the box. “Why’s it on a headboard? An’ what does that word mean?” 

“I don’ know.” She reached into a pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “Ah, great, no service. Fuckin’ Vodaphone.”

“No wifi?” 

“It’s on the fritz, an’ IT works normal hours.” She turned to Gordon and Henry, who were steadfastly pretending that they weren’t curious. “You two know what this means?”

Henry laughed to himself. “No, but what a… jaunty colourscheme that is.” 

Gordon glared at him. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It looks silly! The letters look like they belong in a cartoon or somesuch!”

“But what does it mean, Henry? You don’t know anything?!” Gordon was indignant.

“I haven’t the slightest clue, but I assume that this is some kind of in-joke for whoever is chartering the train.” 

“A joke?! Siobhan! I will not be party to someone else’s sense of humour! Have Henry take this train!” 

By now, most of the shed was awake, and Gordon was promptly drowned out by his ever-so-supportive friends. 

“Oh no! You spent all week going on and on about this train!”

“You’re not getting out of it that easily, Gordon.”

“What’s this? Karmic retribution for how much of a pain in the buffers you’ve been? On Sodor? Who could’ve predicted that?”

“Well I certainly am not taking it.” 

“Och! Ye canno’ take a feckin in’ernet joke? Wha’ kind of a stick in tha mud are you?”

“Just wear the damn headboard!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your picture won’t be spread far and wide on the internet or anything!”

Gordon turned a bright shade of red and wheeshed steam at them all, which did absolutely nothing except make them louder and more insistent that he take the train. 

Biting her lip to keep from laughing at the engine’s absurdly angry expression, Siobhan helped the fitter put a ladder next to Gordon so he could mount the headboard at the top of the firebox. 

“If this turns out to be some obscene prank,” Gordon stared at them through narrowed eyes. “I will make it my mission in life to make you regret it.” 

“Good wit’ that, Bluey.”

----------

Later

The cleaners came and went in a flurry of polish and rags, and Gordon sparkled from end to end whether he liked it or not. Not a person he asked knew anything about the headboard, which only made him more suspicious that someone was keeping something from him. 

“I promise you that we’re not.” The Fat Controller had made his way over to the sheds at the urging of everyone who had spoken to Gordon that morning. “I assure you that this person is merely an… internet personality. If this is a joke, it’s harmless.”  

“But sir!” Gordon protested. “Nobody is even willing to find out! What if this is all just a joke?”

Stephen smiled kindly. “Nobody can look anything up right now - someone in Suddery was doing some digging last night and cut through a major communications cable - half the Island has no telephone or internet service today, us included.”

“Well, that doesn’t ch-”

“And, if it is a joke, even one at your expense, I expect you to be pleasant and composed for the railtour like the express engine you are.” He finished firmly. “If that is the case, we will deal with it as it comes, and you can tell me that you were right until you are blue in the face. Understand?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Excellent. The train boards at nine sharp, and I expect you to be as pleasant as you possibly can be.”

Behind him, there was a murmur of “that’s expecting a lot, isn’t it?”, but the culprit was too stone-faced to be picked out of a lineup, despite dual glares from man and engine. 

----------

Eight Thirty. 

Gordon collected the train from the coach yard, and pulled into the platform with all of his considerable grace and pomposity on display. He was serene, he was calm, he was not the butt of someone’s-

“Oh” Two platforms over, Tornado stared, not at him, but up, at the board, looking for all the world like someone had smacked her upside the smokebox with a heavy object. 

“What.” He said, his fears instantly solidifying, and then transforming into anger. 

“Oh no.” She said, not paying any attention. 

Before anything else could be said, Donald rattled through the station, a heavy stone train from the Little Western trailing behind him. Tornado’s guard blew his whistle and waved his flag as the hoppers rolled by, and before Gordon could ask her what was wrong, she left in a great hurry.

His scowl formed and then instantly deepened. I have been made a fool of.  

He stayed this way, simmering angrily for almost ten minutes before Siobhan came out, a trainee fireman in tow. She walked down the platform, explaining the specifics of main line firing to the young man, before realizing that he’d stopped dead in his tracks. “Somethin’ wrong lad?”

“You do know what that means?” He said, blushing scarlet. 

“I knew it!” Gordon whistled angrily. “It is an obscene joke! What does it mean?! Out with it, boy!” 

The young man went pale underneath his blush, and shook his head back and forth in terror. “Oh no, no no no, no way.”

Siobhan wasn’t sure if she should be upset at the apparent obscenity, or in stitches at the idea of it happening to Gordon of all engines. “Lad, seriously, wha’ is it?” 

“I’m not saying it at work.” He said in a small voice. 

Gordon looked thunderous, and Siobhan decided that the headboard needed to come off before anything else was said. 

Of course, this was Sodor, and trouble reared its head at exactly this moment. 

The charter train was quite short, and Gordon was somewhat further back in the station than he ordinarily would be. This meant that when Oliver puffed in with a passenger train from the Little Western, he stopped ahead of Gordon on the platform. His passengers disembarked, streaming out of Dulcie and Isabel towards the stairways for the under-platform tunnels. 

It was half term, so quite a few young people were on the train, and as they walked down the platform, they all did the same thing: they looked at Gordon, looked at his headboard, looked at the platform or their phone, then quite violently looked back at the headboard. Some even stopped in place, and one girl just barely managed to stifle a shriek that otherwise would’ve echoed throughout the station building. 

Then the cell phone cameras came out. 

-----

In the station cafe, Stephen Hatt’s phone ‘pinged’ - the first time it had done so all morning. 

Ah! He thought to himself. Service is back. 

He immediately began paging through his rapidly growing backlog of emails and news alerts, before a business news article caught his attention.

That better not have been an obscene reference… He thought to himself as he typed in the seemingly innocuous phrase. 

-

-

-

His phone almost fell out of his hand, as he flailed and struggled to close the obscene tab he had just opened. 

Shoving aside another patron, he flew through the door of the cafe, his top hat just barely staying on his head. There, across the platform, Gordon was surrounded by a crowd of helplessly laughing teenagers, looking angrier than he’d ever been. 

“SIR!” He boomed, having seen the man exit the restaurant. “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A JOKE AT MY EXPENSE!”

#I promise you that this joke is not worth it #The art is so much better than it deserves to be #ttte #sodor #sodor shenangians #fic #trains #ttte gordon #ttte henry #shitpost

[imaginarylungfish]

nothing is good or bad (or how i realized god still lives in my brain)

I grew up pretty Catholic. I don't know if my experience was extreme or not by others' standards, but to me, it felt pretty all-encompassing. My sister, mom, and I went to church every Sunday and prayed every day. I whole-heartedly believed I was born sinful, Jesus sacrificed his life for an unworthy lowlife like me, and I would go to Hell if I didn't behave in accordance with the Catholic teachings.

Looking back, it's all so absurd. How is there an imaginary man in the sky looking down at me and punishing me for being born? How did a man who lived thousands of years ago die on a cross and magically wash away the fact that I lied one day in 3rd grade? How is there a creature with horns tempting me to commit sins and lure me to a magically place with eternal fire? Like what?

It's funny because the thing that made me start to stop believing in "God" was sort of up to semantics. When my great grandpa was dying from cancer while I was in middle school, I had this prayer card from the Catholic store that said if I prayed it for 11 days straight, anything I prayed for would be granted by God. I, of course, didn't want my great grandpa to die, so I religiously prayed for those 11 days. A month later he died. I was crushed. I genuinely thought I could save him. I asked my mom why my prayers didn't work. She said it was because it wasn't God's Will. That broke my brain. What's the point of praying for something if this guy can just flip the script because that's just how he wants it? How was that fair?

Throughout high school, I still went through the motions of being Catholic (and even was confirmed), but I was skeptical. It wasn't until college that I cut ties with Catholicism and their "God" entirely.

It's been almost a decade since I've first questioned "God," yet I still have him in my brain. I thought by now, in 2023, his hold on me was gone entirely. But a conversation with my (now ex) partner nearly 6 months ago made it clear that isn't the case.

I was having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that what I thought to be the "best" in a situation was not objective. As in, it is no better to play video games all day than to go outside on a hike. Or delving deep into yourself and healing your traumas is really no better than just letting them be. It just depends on what you value and what you need in that moment. "There is no good or bad," my partner said, "it just is."

Yes, living is just living. Good and bad mean nothing other than what an individual person thinks. This made sense in my brain, but it didn't feel like a fully solidified understanding to me. I know I still unintentionally and unnecessarily assign morality to things based on my Catholic upbringing. Sex is bad. Tattoos are bad. Eating past when you're full is bad. Not being productive is bad. But why? By whose standards? Mine or the "God" that still lives in my brain?

After this conversation, I Googled some (secular) articles to analyze my thought processes. I knew I needed to expand my perspective if I wanted to integrate this new idea of neutrality into my way of thinking.

I came across a few articles written by William L. Mace Ph.D. on Psychology Today. The first was called "There is Nothing Either Good or Bad But Thinking Makes It So." In this article, Mace was asserting that everyone believes their way of thinking is the best, but it's not. It's just a way of thinking.

He talks about how people tend to gather evidence for our own way of thinking. When people don't align with our values, "we can always console ourselves [by saying], 'I may have lost to that deceitful so-and-so, but at least I came out ahead by holding to a higher ethical standard.'"

While reading this, I couldn't help but find my own self being reflected back to me. When I interact with someone who does something that doesn't make sense with my worldview, my knee-jerk reaction is to dismiss them. I rationalize to myself that they must just be morally inferior, right? I've done more self-work than them and they must just be ignorant. But on further reflection, isn't that just my ego trying to assert itself? Isn't that just the Catholic judgement I received as a child being spit back out as my own thoughts? There is no good or bad, no superior or inferior--things just are.

But realizing that is groundless. It's scary. I think, as humans, we want retribution for wrongdoing and reward for righteousness. We want punishment for sin and exaltation for virtue. (Hmm, sounds like a good basis to start a religion...) But that's just not reality.

In another article by Mace called "The Difficulty of Accepting Reality" he talks about how cognitive dissonance plays a role in our everyday lives. When we run into something (a person, a situation, etc.) that doesn't align with our beliefs, we have a choice to disregard the facts, re-adjust our own thinking, or blame something else entirely.

For example, when you're watching a movie that's hard to follow, you do your best to piece together the plot with the clues given and come up with your own interpretation of what's going on. In the end when everything is revealed, if you realize you were wrong, you can either dig in and assert you are actually right, admit you were wrong and re-adjust to the new reality, or blame the screenwriters for not making it clear enough. And there is no right answer. It's just your choice.

I was given these choices when I first broke away from Catholicism as well. After being exposed to more secular life, I realized there were some things that did not fit with my worldview of believing in God and following Catholic beliefs. I chose to re-adjust my views instead of insisting God is real. (This did not, by any means, happen overnight--it was a multi-year process of letting go and trusting my own beliefs over the arbitrary rules of the Catholic Church. Plus, it's an ongoing process.) Coming to terms with the idea that God does not exist is viewed as a lack of faith by believers and therefore I am labeled as "bad." But in my view, I am good. I escaped.

So, does that make those who still believe in God wrong? Is anyone right? My ego wants to think so, but I guess no one wins because there are no winners and losers. It's just life.

I am coming to my own conclusion that there is no better belief or way of thinking. Sure, there are codes of ethics enacted by societies. But those aren't facts. They're just collective agreements of conduct. Nothing is inherently better than anything else. Not everyone will think this way and that feels more okay to me than earlier in my life. I feel like through learning that nothing is superior or inferior, I can start chipping away at those old, deeply held beliefs from Catholicism in my mind. I, personally, don't want them there. I don't want a "God" living in my head anymore. I want more of me and my thoughts that I've cultivated through my own work, not some scripture shoved down my throat when I was 5.

Before wrapping this up, I do want to say, yes, for me, real damage was done by growing up in the Catholic Church. However, I don't blame my parents or guardians for raising me as Catholic. Nor do I think Catholicism is all-out bad (we literally spent an entire post on trying to eradicate that black-and-white type of thinking). I believe this runs deeper than mere individual fault. I know my parents thought being raised Catholic would be good for me and my sister. Even though I didn't ask for any of these negative consequences of my upbringing, here they are, and I want to do something about them, so I am not controlled by them any longer.

I want to internalize the belief that life is just life. Things are just things. There is no good or bad, no superior or inferior. There isn't much rhyme or reason to the events in my life or anyone else's. I am the one who can assign meaning to things. I don't want to follow an external set of rules, much less ones made by institutions that feed off of shame, fear, and ignorance.

If you agree or disagree or just want to see where this takes me, stick around. Thank you for your curiosity about my inner thoughts and reading this far.

-L

resources that have helped me process my Catholic trauma:

Leaving the Fold by Marlene Winell: this really opened my eyes to the distorted reality the Catholic Church puts forth as "truth"

Ex-Catholic Subreddit: it's reddit, so keep your expectations low. but there are some solid posts on there that help me remember it's okay that i'm still struggling and i am not alone. plus, the "sheep no more" motto makes me smile.

We're Having Gay Sex podcast: this has helped me learn sex and pleasure, especially queer sex and pleasure, is not wrong and is okay to talk about

Queer Sex Therapy: this has also helped me normalize queer sex and queer joy

exvangelical and non-religious friends: honestly, just talking with others who have been through the same shit as you have or see how ludicrous what you learned as a child was is super affirming

#exvangelical #ex catholic #personal post #personal blog #blog #blog post #thoughts #queer #catholic trauma #god is dead #ex christian #ex fundie #ex fundamentalist #apostate #religious trauma #religious deconstruction #deconstructing christianity #atheist #atheism #agnostic #agnosticism #religious recovery #deconversion #deconstruction #lgbtq #lgbt

[clay-cuttlefish]

I'm finally done. 738 issues in mainline canon, and they're all sorted. My great burden is off my chest.

Except for the roughly 150 issues outside mainline canon, fiftysomething episodes of TV, handful of youtube videos and animated shorts, six movies, and two podcast seasons.

Then I'll be free.

Send help.

Batman: Urban Legends #14

This is, imo, the best take on conspiracy theorist Vic. He's goofy and overdramatic, but he's doing it to get a reaction out of Bruce.

It's short and silly enough that it doesn't get grating.

Choosing to believe that he found out Bruce's identity because Ollie forgot that he can't firstname Bruce in Checkmate meetings.

I Am Batman #11-14

It's really fucked up that Renee's both a cop and the Question, actually! That's not any better than her being a cop! I do not get why this story doesn't see that!

It keeps laying out the reasons that policing is fundamentally broken but then walking it back to go "oh but Renee's a good cop" when she's not! She's not even the mythical Good Cop! The entire reason she's the Question is because she was not a good person on the GCPD and she wasn't able to fix the system!

Renee using her understanding of how the police protect themselves to push back against them is a good idea, and then nope never mind the anarchists are the murderers actually. Cannot believe Lonnie died for this shit.

This handoff sucks so much. Vic and Renee got an entire series to explore what Renee and Hadiyah do in two pages, and while I actually quite like the idea that Hadiyah's a closely guarded enigma with connections to people she really shouldn't know, two pages? Really? The event tie-in is more important? Couldn't have spread this out even a little bit more? Also Renee's motivation sucks but what else is new.

GCPD: The Blue Wall

This wants to be Gotham Central. It's not.

I'm being unfair. There's worse copaganda on the list, and Gotham Central is absolutely copaganda that fails to meaningfully engage with a lot of these elements, but it just keeps circling back to Gotham Central while dodging that Renee knows how she handled policing making her a worse person: she quit, and she started looking for the truth.

Look I have a lot of very complicated feelings about this, but the commentary on a spreadsheet assembly readthrough is not the place to do it.

From a strictly Renee perspective: it hauls her development all the way back to where it was right after Half a Life, has a police officer who's realized he's a bastard working for a corrupt system go evil and kill her brother, and has her acknowledge the futility of reform from the inside but doesn't actually have her quit.

Batman: Urban Legends: #21

I don't know how the hell you can write a comic about Renee's guilt over the lives she ruined while a police officer and the way the police system makes people worse and prevents reform from the inside, then end it by having her decide to become the commissioner. The argument for why that doesn't work is on the page.

I Am Batman #15

What did Dark Crisis even do? I thought the multiverse was already back? If not, the fuck was going on in Lois Lane???

I Am Batman #16-18

NOBODY!!!

I really love Nobody as a name. Extremely in the spirit of the Question for her to see one opportunity for a quip and latch onto it forever.

Yes it makes talking about her prone to devolving into a shitty Who's on First bit but so does Question and I think that's funny.

I like that Hadiyah's out there doing her own mysterious Question-flavored thing. Sure, I wish Renee didn't push the mask onto her, but reinvention after rough origins is kind of the Question's thing. Maybe she'll turn it around, or fade into obscurity until a different author picks her up, or become a recurring side character, or DC'll implode again and she'll get caught in the canon reshuffle. Who knows! Nobody does!

She's got a cool design and a few solid hooks - I'm interested to see if she sticks the landing in the next couple years.

Lazarus Planet: Legends Reborn

I still don't like her being the Question and a cop, but it's less bad when she's using her Question skills to chase a horrifying magic apocalypse monster.

It's solid. Not a fantastic characterization, but this is recognizably Renee as the Question.

Detective Comics #1069

Ram V. Please. Make this pay off. I beg you.

Aside from Renee looking at her Question mask, there's a blonde guy in a blue suit jacket who punches a soldier and then gets his shit wrecked, so maybe that upcoming Tec Question story is actually about how Vic's full of demons.

Detective Comics #1072-1074

Nocturne is worth reading for its own sake, it fucking rules, and this is so promising. Cmon, Renee! You can do it! Get out of the character reversion black hole!

DC's Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun

A good little Halloween-themed Question adventure. She solves a mystery, gets a cape, it's cute and charming. Sort of kiddy but in a good way.

I'd call the art adorable but I think that's the wrong impression. There are some very cute panels, but also some excellent detail work and a great sense of movement. I really like it.

I love that her internal monologue is marked with a hat.

You know what? Things are looking up. It's easy to get depressed about the state of Renee, but it's only actually been about two and a half years in the Bad Zone, and that's... not that bad by DC standards? Sucks to live through, but as far as I can tell there was only one author actively invested in regressing her characterization, everyone else was just going along with that. With Ram V writing for Tec, I'm not enough of a fool to be confident, but I think the odds are decent that the worst has passed.

#clayposts #clayreads #the question #vic sage #renee montoya #hadiyah dc

[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

019; quinceañero

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summary: the one where ej and andy realise that there may be some romantic feelings between them that hadn't been there before, or had they? the new year test this revelation

wordcount: 1.5k

Nini had decided to stay in Salt Lake, and now, the whole drama department but Carlos were standing in Sebs barn.

"Why do I hear sheep but not see sheep?" Ashlyn asked in a panic and a sheep started bleating.

EJ jumped back with a girly scream and Andy laughed, like full belly laugh, "You sounded like a girl!" She said between laughs.

"Okay, okay, its not that funny, " EJ said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he pulled her back up, trying to stop her laughing.

"I'm sure Seb and Gina have a good reason for bringing us to his barn so late on a school night," Ricky stated.

"We gathered you guys here because I've had an idea," Gina explained, "And because we only have 48 hours,"

They all listened as they explained that they wanted to throw Carlos a quinceñearo. Andy thought it was a great idea and so did everyone else.

"For Carlos!" Ricky yelled out, placing his hand in the middle as everyone else put their hands on top, cheering.

Two days later and EJ and Andy turned up at the party in Sebs barn, helping to set everything up.

"Have I mentioned that you look good," EJ whispered in her ear as they walked up to help.

He was wearing a crimson coloured suit and she accidentally matched, wearing a dark red dress.

"Yeah, when I left my house and in the car ride over here," she replied as she helped set up his camera.

EJ just blushed, "Uh...Well, you do, uh," he stumbled over his words and she just laughed.

"Its fine, you look good as well," she said, winking at him before bending over to grab some boxes.

He watched her in awe for a second, his cheeks flushed red at her winking at him.

She finished unpacking the boxes and came back to where he was setting up the camera for the video that they were making for Carlos.

Andy was standing with EJ because they were both in the AV club, rolling the tape on Mr Mazzara when Miss Jenn ran over announcing Carlos will be here soon.

"Look at this fancy interview set up, don't forget to get my good side later," She said jokingly.

"Which side is that?" Mr Mazzara asked as she walked away.

EJ and Andy looked at each other, laughing slightly, "Smooth," EJ said.

"Cut, that is not going on the birthday tribute. And don't get me started on your flirting techniques Mr Caswell," Mazzara said.

EJs face went bright red at the insinuation and luckily Andy didn't understand because he knew that would just ruin their friendships.

They all got in their places and the doors opened, everyone yelling happy birthday to Carlos as him and Seb walkes in.

Nini and Ricky got on stage, calling Gina up as they walked off to allow her her mo.ent in the spotlight.

"When I saw the dance you posted, it reminded me of myself and how dance was such an escape, so I'm recreating it for you today," Gina explained with a smile.

She performed the exact dance that he had choreographed when he was in seventh grade.

That just made him smile, tearing up slightly as he watched it. Andy and EJ filmed the whole thing, cheering her on.

Gina called Carlos up on stage as she crowned him, everyone cheering as the dance ended.

They filmed some other videos before Seb got on stage, sitting at the piano.

He sighed, "Carlos, I think you know there is nothing greater than the love we share for power ballads originally song by iconic women," he said with a laugh.

Carlos chuckled, nodding his head. Andy looked over from where she was sitting and smiled at him.

"And you're my boyfriend but your also sort of my hero," Seb said before explaining that he was always a fan after watching the video when he was younger.

He performed 'The Climb' Carlos tearing up as he watched the performance with a smile on his face.

When he was finished, everyone applauded him, watching as the couple shared that moment.

Carlos jumped up, walking over to Deb and pulling him into a hug, "Where did you come from and why am I so lucky," he said before they kissed.

Everyone called for a speach, Seb grabbing Carlos a microphone.

"I'm not sure how I can thank you all for this, I've never been speechless," he said and everyone chuckled.

"I've done a little research, and you should be choosing your madrina," Seb explained, passing the mic back.

He chose his madrina to be the one person who always understood him completely, Miss Jenn.

Afterwards, EJ was filming her, watching as she sobbed with mascara running down her cheeks.

She ran off, Mazzara cornering EJ, "You have done well tonight," he said with a smile.

"If felt good to do this," EJ explained before looking over at Andy, his gaze landing on her.

She was standing with Ricky and Big Red, her head thrown back laughing at some joke Big Red had made.

"So, who was the most interesting interview?" Mazzara asked.

"Sorry, what," EJ asked, having heard none of what he was saying as he took his gaze off of Andy.

But Mazzara saw him gazing over at Andy and he smiled, "Nothing," he said before walking off.

Later that night, EJ and Andy were dancing in the crowd when he realised he had to tell her.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he wondered if it was the right time.

As he looked at her, so peaceful and at ease in his arms, he knew he couldn't wait any longer in telling her the way that he felt aboit her.

"I like you," he blurted out and she faltered, hands tensing on his shoulders.

"What?" She questioned, suddenly hyper aware if the fact that his hands were on her hips.

She froze. Her mind went completely blank as she questioned whether he had really said what she thought he'd said.

"I really like you, like, I think about you all the time like you, that I want you to be my girlfriend like you," EJ explained, his face red as he finally admitted it.

He started to feel self conscious. Every bone in his body was telling him that he had done the wrong thing and had just ruined his friendship with her.

"I-" she paused, pulling away from him. He was scared she was going to reject him but instead she grabbed his hand, "Come here,"

She pulled him outside, the two looking around before they stood in the middle of the field in the back of Sebs House.

EJ could feel his stomach doing flips. This was where she was going to beat him up for saying that and leave him to die.

He had this sickening feeling that he had just lost the best, best friend that he had ever had or ever would have.

"I like you too," Andy admitted and he smiled, placing both his hands on either of his face.

He let out a sigh of relief and she smiled as all the tension and fear left his body, his shoulders slumping down.

He smiled at her, unable to take his eyes off of her. All he could think about was how this beautiful woman had feelings for him.

"Can I-" he paused to smile at her, "-Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"Yes," she whispered, the two leaning in and kissing.

It was perfect and she never wanted to let go of him ever again. But as they pulled away, they rested their foreheads against each other with a giddy smile.

Well, that was until they leaned back in for a kiss, his hand resting on her waist as he pulled her back in closer.

He held her flush against him, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck as he kissed her softly, reveling in the moment.

"Well, wasn't expecting this," Mazzara said as he saw the two kissing against the barn.

They both jumped back to see their teacher standing there, arms folded across his chest, a smug look on his face.

"Don't tell anyone," EJ blurted our before looking at Andy, "I want to wait before we tell people,"

"Of course, my lips are sealed," Mazzara said, winking at them before walking back out.

Their cheeks were both burning red from their teacher having caught them kissing.

But then they broke out into a fit of laughter, her hand falling into his. It was the most surreal moment and they were both happier than ever.

"Does that mean, I'm your girlfriend now?" Andy asked, looking up at EJ after Mazzara walked out.

"If you want to be my girlfriend," he said, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He had never felt that way about anyone before, the fluttery feeling in his stomach as he looked at her.

"Course I do," she whispered, pulling him in for another kiss.

#ej caswell fanfiction #letterman; ej caswell #ej caswell x oc #ej caswell fanfic #ej caswell x reader #ej caswell #hsmtmts fanfiction #hsmtmts fanfic #hsm the series #hsmtmts #hsm the musical #high school musical the musical the series fanfiction #high school musical the musical the series #high school musical #matt cornett

[foolforharrry]

Can I Kiss You?

Summary:

Y/n has been talking to Harry online. She coincidentally gets her hands on tickets for his Denver concert and goes to his show to surprise him without his knowledge.

Full transparency here

I wrote this oneshot in september and it's the first ever smut i wrote. I've been a lil stuck on Twist Of Fate lately. So I thought it'd be fun to put it here. But please be kind to me.

This is also pretty much 3.7k words of filth :)

If you guys have anything you want me to write, I'd be more than happy to give it a shot;)

I'll shut up now

After Harry and I's video call the other day, I just laid in bed considering my life choices. Questioning how it got here and where the hell I'm going to go next.

My best friend called me at three in the fucking morning that night, in tears because something had come up. Something that would prevent her from being able to go to her Harry Styles concert in Denver.

She's been a blood fan of One Direction since they got on the X-Factor, then all five of them after the band split.

She slowly but surely made me into a fan of them, but there is just something about Harry that draws you in without even having to meet him. Just seeing a video of him is enough, really.

But since she's not going to his show, she gave me the ticket and made me promise to film every second of it. Get him to notice me.

Which is exactly what I did.

She'd told me to wear something slutty, which I shot down right away. She's way too excited for me to go see him when she can't. Just proving that I don't deserve her. But I'm not ever going to let her go.

Which brings me to now.

Harry just went off stage, the last two hours feels like a fever dream. We locked eyes a few times, his eyebrows had shot up in surprise when he recognized me. I honestly didn't think he would.

Sophie convinced me to put my hair in a half-up, half-down style. Silver necklaces resting around my neck, falling into the deep cut V-neck of my pink and blue striped crop top. A pair of tight, high waisted leather pants. Black combat boots on my feet.

The dramatic blue eye make-up and winged liner making my eyes pop, but also look like another person.

I guess the man has a great memory.

I'll never understand how he can perform the way he does. When he's up there, he looks like he's right where he belongs. Like he was meant for it. I have no idea if that's how it feels for him, obviously. I'm not psychic, but it would be pretty sick to be able to know what's going on in people's heads.

I didn't even notice that people had started filing out of the pit, the loud sound of thousands of people screaming, now lowered to a hum of the ones left talking.

I don't notice until a buff security guard waves his hand in front of my face, having been too stuck in my own head to do anything but stare at the spot Harry disappeared after sending me a wink. A fucking wink.

"Miss Adams?"

I snap my head in his direction when he speaks my name. confusion must be written all over my face because his hard features soften a little. Although I can't know for sure due to his mask, I think he's smiling.

"Yeah, that's me.", I breathe, straightening up.

"Mr Styles has requested you."

"I'm sorry, he what?" I can already feel my heart racing. This is some kind of sick joke, right? This doesn't actually happen at concerts. People don't actually get called backstage by the global superstar after his concert is finished.

The security guard who I have yet to learn his name chuckles, "If you just follow me, I'll take you to him."

Without a second thought, knowing if I do, I'll psych myself out of it if I think too much about this, I swing my legs over the fence, jogging after the security guard. The sound of my boots hitting the ground echoing around the nearly empty venue.

I keep my head down as we walk through the building, not meeting the eye of any of the people working here. Too lost in my own head again to take in any of my surroundings.

Why would he ask me to meet him?

Is he mad at me for coming here?

Is he disappointed?

What if this is like fanfiction and he ends up being in the mafia and this entire tour is just a cover for a huge drugs and weapons operation and I'm going to be chased by a dude in a skeleton mask until he stabs me, and I die?

That would be preferable to the first three options, to be honest.

"Here you are, Miss Adams." And with that, he walks away. Leaving me outside the door labelled 'Harry Styles'.

I knock my knuckles against the wood hesitantly before I can change my mind and go back home.

I'm about to turn on my heel and run like a lunatic through the building again, but just as I've turned around to leave, the door flings open and my heart stops beating in my chest.

His blue and white striped shirt is still tucked in his red trousers, but the suspenders are hanging on each side of his hips. His feet void of the red shoes he was wearing earlier.

His hair still styled in the same way with some rogue strands having fallen down across his forehead. His green eyes making me stop breathing for a second.

"Hi.", I greet him, an awkward wave of my hand just embarrassing myself further. This is why I don't talk to anyone of the opposite gender.

Harry's heart-shaped lips turn up into a smirk at my obvious nerves, "Hey, angel. Didn't know you were coming tonight. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, it was really last minute. My best friend, Sophie was supposed to go, but she couldn't after all and called me after we spoke on Sunday and told me to go instead. I filmed the entire thing though so she could watch the whole thing with me-''

"Can I kiss you?", Harry interrupts my rambling, making my heart skip a beat. At least he's direct about it.

My words get stuck in my throat, and I can muster is a nod.

Harry tuts, "I'm gonna need words, pretty girl." His voice lower than usual, as his eyes bore into mine.

I swallow hard, "Kiss me, please."

Without saying another word, Harry's hands cup my face as he leans down to lightly press his lips against mine. He starts backing into his dressing room, me trailing him like a lost puppy as he kicks it shut behind him.

He doesn't give me time to think before he's kissing me again, a lot more urgent this time. I kiss him back, feeling one of his hands trail down the curve of my waist until he's pushing my body against the door, my hands holding onto his bicep and jaw for some support as he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip asking for entrance.

I grant it, Harry's mouth moving against mine as his rings are freezing cold in contrast to the burning hot skin of the side of my neck.

"You're a dream, angel.", Harry murmurs against my lips. His voice is husky from lust, his eyes dark as he meets mine. "Oh, the things I wanna do to you."

I tuck my bottom lip into my mouth, letting my right hand slide down his chest, stopping at the hem of his trousers, "Why don't you show me?"

Harry groans at my words before enveloping my lips with his again, sliding his tongue into my mouth as he takes control. Both of his hands move down to grope my ass through the leather material of my pants, kneading the flesh in his ring clad fingers.

I can't help but whimper when he pulls one of his hands away, only to crack it against my ass cheek, feeling the sharp sting through my pants as he rubs the area to soothe the pain. "You want me to have my way with you? You gonna be a good girl?", Harry rasps.

"Yes, Harry. Do whatever you want with me."

"Beg.", he demands in a tone that has me squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that's built up in my lower half.

I defiantly stare back at him, my mouth pressed into a fine line as I try to ignore how my heartbeat races at the dark look in his eyes.

Without warning, his hand is off my ass and wrapped around my neck, making me practically moan. I'm completely ruining my underwear.

"Harder."

Harry cocks his eyebrow, "You're playing a dangerous game here, love."

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out due to the way his hand tightens around my neck, making all the ache between my legs become unbearable.

Harry seems to notice because the smirk is plastered back on his face, "You're really not that innocent are you, angel?"

"Please.", I whimper like the weak bitch I am. Desperate for anything at this point. Wanna drive a knife through my chest? Please do. Just get rid of the fucking pressure that just keep building from Harry's hand around my neck making my head spin.

"Please what?", he teases, "I'm gonna need words, angel. You know that." Leaving a trail of kisses from my jaw to the curve of my neck as he starts licking and sucking bruises on my pale skin making me arch my back, my chest pressing against his.

"Ah. Please do whatever you want with me. Use me. I don't care. Just do something. Please. Let me do something. Please. I'm begging.", I break, my hands burying themselves in his hair as he moans against my neck, pressing his hips against mine. The bulge evident in his pants, pressed against me.

Harry's teethe nibble at the sensitive skin on my neck, grinding his hips against me, "I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock.", his voice is laced with lust.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I apparently have a death wish.

"Let me put that mouth to good use.", Harry growls as he lets go of me to unzip his pants, letting them pool around his ankles as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. His cock straining against the fabric of his black briefs, making my mouth water.

He lets his material slide off his shoulders, exposing his tattooed torso. "Down on your knees for me, angel."

His voice snaps me out of my gawking over his body, dropping down to my knees, looking up at Harry as I wait for him to tell me what he wants.

Instead of telling me, he takes hold of his briefs, pulling them down his muscular legs, past the tiger tattoo, stepping out of them and the pants. Kicking them somewhere behind him as his length springs free, precum leaking from the tip.

"Can I?", I ask.

Harry nods, waiting impatiently for me to do anything when I tut, repeating the same words he told me, "I'm gonna need words, angel."

"Yes.", Harry confirms reluctantly, and I waste no time wrapping my head around his shaft, spitting on it to make the glide easier as I work him in my hand earning a low moan from Harry.

Seeing the reaction I have on him makes me squeeze my things together as my underwear is definitely ruined by now.

Without warning, I lick a stripe up his impressive length before wrapping my lips around the head while still jerking him off with my hand. Swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip, making his hips jerk forward.

When I take him deeper in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks around his cock, he releases a guttural moan, "Ah- just like that.", encouraging me to take him further until he hits the back of my throat.

I bob my head, tears springing to my eyes as I concentrate on breathing through my nose when I feel him curve down the back of my throat. My make-up is probably running down my cheeks from the way my tears fall because of the pressure in the back of my throat.

My hands hold onto his thighs for support when Harry takes hold of my hair, using my mouth for his own pleasure. His hips thrusting forward harshly as he fucks my mouth with no remorse, moans and groans streaming from him with no shame.

"You're such a good girl. Taking me so well.", Harry rasps, his voice strained as I swallow around him. "Fuck!"

Suddenly Harry rips my mouth off him, squeezing his cock while cursing, "Shit. Fucking hell. You're gonna make me come already. Need to be inside you right now."

He grabs me by the throat, making me stand on my feet before he crashes his lips against mine, probably tasting himself on me as he groans into my mouth. I fumble with the button of my pants as his tongue explores my mouth.

My skin feels like it's on fire as his hands roam my body. Groping at my tits, squeezing my sides before he urges me to raise my arms above my head, grabbing the bottom of my crop top, only breaking away from the kiss when he takes it off.

I'm left in my bra, moaning when Harry starts sucking and nibbling at the skin where my jaw meets my neck, his fingers skillfully unclasping my bra.

"Lemme take these off.", he motions to my pants when my breasts are free, grabbing the hem before dragging the tight leather down my toned legs, crouching down as he does. Kissing down my stomach, making butterflies erupt in my belly.

"God you're a dream." Harry compliments as he takes in my body, the only thing covering me being my small, black thong. "You've probably made a mess between your thighs, haven't you angel? Bet you're dripping."

"You have no idea.", I agree, seeing no point in denying it.

"May I?"

Harry looks up at me, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs. "Please." And with that, he actually rips the fabric off my body. The sting of it making me hiss in pleasurable pain as I'm completely exposed to the man who's literally on his knees in front of me.

He drags his pointer finger through my soaked heat, my hip jerking when he brushed against my clit. Making me whimper involuntarily as he groans, "You're drenched angel. Want me to take care of that ache in your tummy."

"Yes, please. I need your mouth. Your fingers. Please." I have to lean against the wall to keep myself standing when he slaps my cunt, having to fight back a scream.

Harry gets off his knees, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing only to carry me a few steps before I'm being lowered onto his sofa. A shiver going down my spine when I see him between my legs, his irises void of any green from how dilated his pupils are.

"I'm gonna make you come all over my fingers before I bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Is that alright with you?"

Fuck me.

I blink at him, having lost the ability to form words. "I'm gonna need you to say yes, angel.", Harry reminds me.

"Yes. Fuck. Please do."

Harry smirks, "Good girl.", before enveloping my clit with his mouth, startling my body as I arch my back in pleasure as he suctions it into his mouth. Bringing his hand up to my centre, his fingers circle my entrance. His groan sending vibrations through my body, making me moan uncontrollably when he inserts two fingers into my cunt. Pumping them in and out, curling them in just the right way to hit the spot that makes me go feral.

My fingers tangle in his hair for some sort of support when he adds another finger, going faster. The pace of everything making my head spin and the pressure in my tummy build.

Harry's free hand replaces his mouth as he pulls his face away, his chin shining with my arousal. His thumb rubs fast patterns, adjusting to what gets the most reaction from me.

"Let it go, angel.", Harry urges me as his fingers drive into me even faster, making a feral moan escape me as I start squirming from the intense feeling in my body. His deep accent not making it any easier to hold on.

Suddenly the bubble pops and pleasure spreads through my entire body, making me go limp as I chant Harry's name over and over again as he helps me ride out my high before pulling his finger out of my spent body.

I feel like I'm on a cloud, floating around, so I don't register that he's ripped open a condom and rolled it onto his length until he's grabbing a hold of my waist. Flipping me onto my stomach, my knees on the floor as Harry positions himself behind me.

I'm about to ask what he's doing when he takes hold of my wrists, bringing them together behind my back before trying them together with something I can't see.

He tests it to make sure it's not too tight before asking, "This alright, angel?"

"Fuck", I breathe, "Yes. What even is that?" I use the little energy I have left to lift my head, twisting it to see a devious look on his face before he shrugs, "My suspenders. You can keep em."

And with that he places his cock at my entrance before connecting his hips with the back of my ass, making me choke on a moan at the sudden intrusion. His size causing a pleasurable pain to erupt, making me hiss in both pain and ecstasy.

He pulls out until only his tip is still inside before driving into me again, setting a rough, fast pace as he holds on to the curve of my waist as he uses my body for his own pleasure.

"Fuck- you're such a whore. Letting me use you like this in my dressing room. Such a filthy fucking slut.", Harry's voice is barely recognizable as he keeps drilling into me, wrapping his hand around my neck, forcing my body back until my back is against his burning hot chest.

I can't speak, all I can do is moan and whimper as Harry buries his face in my shoulder, I turn my head to the side, moaning harder when he digs his teeth into the skin of my shoulder. The pain becoming pleasurable almost immediately.

Harry seems to take my lack of words as an encouragement, "You're just letting me use you like the desperate little fuck toy you are. Being so loud when anyone walking past the door could hear you. I bet that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Says you who could barely keep your hands off me when I knocked on the door. And you call me desperate?", I manage to bite back. Both of us were breathless.

When Harry doesn't respond, I think he may not have heard me. Or that I just imagined myself saying it. But then he pushes my body roughly back down to the sofa again before cracking his palm against my right ass cheek. Before I can even register the stinging pain of it, another smack is heard as he does the same to my other cheek, now rubbing the area to soothe the pain. His rings making them so much more effective.

Harry wraps his hand back around my throat, harder than earlier, forcing me back up as his free hand takes hold of my jaw. Making me look at him, his face is shining with sweat, much like the rest of his body, his hair completely fallen out of its place, jaw clenched so hard I'm worried about his teeth.

"You watch your mouth, princess. Ok?"

His tone is chilling and his thrusts are harsher than before, making the muscles in my thighs shake from the intense pleasure. When I don't answer, he squeezes harder on the side of my neck, making my eyes roll back, "Answer me, angel."

"Yes- ah. No backtalk.", I moan.

"Open your mouth.", he orders. I automatically obey, my eyes widening as he leans over, spitting straight in my mouth before forcing it shut. "Swallow. Good girl."

I'm about to say something when he crashes his lips against mine again, the passion behind it overwhelming as one of his hands travel down my body, his thumb attaching to my clit again.

The new stimulation makes it impossible for me to kiss Harry back as my body squirms from the insane amount of pleasure from his big cock hitting that spot inside me over and over again and the way he's playing with my clit. Sending my brain into overdrive.

I have no control when I come abruptly, clenching around Harry as he's holding my body upright completely. My muscles having given out as all I can do is moan as I come around him.

Apparently triggering his own release as his thrusts become sloppy until he stills completely.

He helps ride both our highs out before he carefully pulls out, making me wince from how sensitive I am. Then untying my wrists.

Just as he's thrown the used condom away, there's a sharp know at the door and a voice, making me panic, "We're ready to go when you are, Harry!"

Harry on the other hand seems absolutely chill about it as he's picking our clothes off the floor, "I'm just gonna stay in tonight, Pauli. Have fun!"

I hear a low, "Old man.", before Pauli, apparently, leaves.

I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment, Harry chuckling at me as he helps me thread my useless legs through my pant legs, having out on his briefs again.

"I hate you.", I mutter, still mortified over the possibility that someone heard us. Something that went completely over my head earlier.

Harry's dimple carves into his cheek, "No, you don't. At least you didn't a few minutes ago."

I scoff as I put my bra on, "I loved your dick a few minutes ago.", I correct him.

"You're impossible.", Harry shakes his head as he's put on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before handing me one.

"It's cold out.", is Harry's response to my questioning expression.

I throw it over my head, noticing that it smells like him before standing up on shaky legs, "Where's the bathroom?"

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How do you feel about the new voice actors for Camp Camp?

I...Really don't like them. Like Gwen, I don't know why the voice actor left, I know they say that the three got replaced for representation, but replacing Gwen makes LITERALLY NO SENSE since she's not even going to be in the new season!

And then for Max, I get it, again representation, but he's already such a character. Plus, Micheal still works for Rooster Teeth, so I feel like it would have worked better if he had at least done this episode, and THEN got replaced for the next season if they really had to, and they could say he went through puberty or something.

Nerris I can't really tell because she hardly spoke, but another issue I have with Gwen and Max's voice actors is that they sound like robots. It's like this is their first jobs voice acting.

I think for Max it's almost definitely because the new voice actor is TRYING to sound like Micheal, like really trying.....I don't think it's working.

Thoughts?

Tldr I don't think the VAs are necessarily bad and can be judged completely soley on this episode. Max new VA could do really well if he talked faster and tried less sounding just like Michael. Gwen sometimes sounds too nice and monotonous and sometimes nails annoyed and tired w shit gwen. Nerris sound definitely different but not bad when not scratchy. Recasting for representation reason is understandable but it threw everyone off w new voices after 4 seasons of getting used to these characters.

Edit: adding the video cos its crazy how it improved max talking at ×1.25 speed

Hmmm well first I always think most important thing of a VA is being able to be expressive as the character. And then ofc there's if you look at that character you think this VA goes well w it.

Tho think especially hard to get used to the new VA when we've heard them for 4 whole seasons. Also i think this episode writing was also kinda awkward w the way the characters speaking or not expect the characters to say. Like for max

"Excuse me! Another betrayal"

"Woooooooow"

"Hear that, they love it. What would they do without us"

Actually someone mentioned max is talking too slow which makes it sound more off just like w that last quote.

You know putting max at faster speed at ×1.25 he sounds good like in alot of them! I'm wondering if they slowed him down or the VA really did talk slowly; so weird (I'm not over it)

Even went back for gwen on some parts and she could also talk a lil faster to sound better.

I think for max you are in somewhat right he's trying hard to sound like max, but i think emotion wise he does have potential if he just well wasn't trying hard to mimic "usual max". You can hear it especially when max annoyed like

"Nothing, I'm having a great time"

"Neil what did she just tell you to do"

"You have no idea how depressing that is do you. Don't worry kid you'll be happy at some point"

So i think as you said if the new VA just stops trying hard to mimic Michel (probably as you said excuse w puberty) I think he'll turn out well. (And if he talked faster lol)

For gwen oddly enough tho slightly different I don't think the va necessarily bad, I think in part it's the volume, like idk her volume is oddly consistent; I want her to be louder when she's pissed lol. I'm going back and someone mentioned she's sounds "too nice" and i think ye it doesn't sound in character sometimes in the episode.

Tho if she's not coming back it is odd to recast (unless it's a trick and she is coming back lol).

Tho yes it would make sense to at least keep the old va before kicking the new season but then thinking irl it's been years and who knows what they doing.

The only reason we can see is they change for representation and not to appropriate. Alot of conterversy around this, but personally I think the VA should match w characters ethnicity. Tho it can be alot harder to do like here where you already had the va for awhile and just now changing since now expected to sound the same.

As for nerris going back she sounds soooo different. She only talked twice.

One when the trio sat w her and dolph: different but not bad. Tho not typical "nerdy/dorky" voice.

And when everyone made fun of david: that i think was trying to mimic nerris "nerdy" (?) voice which made it sound off.

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