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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 3 months

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What’s up with the ties between Sally & Eddie?

There are quite a few - to the point where I’m starting to suspect that they may be foils, or at least inherently tied together in the story.

First let's bring things back to the clocks. The “day” side has an obvious resemblance to Sally, like how the “night” side resembles Eddie. There’s not really much I can say here since we don’t know much more yet, and who knows if this has changed behind the scenes. But just think about that, the rarity of the color purple, night vs day, and the “monster”. Keep it in your head, I think it may be important.

Also the fact that Eddie is the only one with a watch, but Sally’s face has an incredibly similar face on her door.

Obviously Sally has some sort of beef with Eddie, despite him being nothing but friendly and (to our knowledge) being undeserving of it. One thought I entertained was “maybe Sally is dismissive of him because he’s a worker,” but that holds zero water when you consider how perfectly friendly Sally was with Howdy (karen Sally debunked <3). The second thought I had was “maybe Sally senses the queer in Eddie and it intimidates her” - which would make sense if Sally is a lesbian like I suspect. Internalized homophobia, anyone? This holds up if Eddie is going to turn out to be - not open about himself, but comfortable in his skin in a way that, say, Frank isn’t. Which I have a feeling that will be the case, which would likely make Sally put on airs even more so than usual.

Anyone else seeing a continuous trend of (social) masks and performances unfolding in the Neighborhood? I sure am.

But let’s talk about why I think they might be foils. They balance each other out in an interesting way, despite their only solid similarity being that Both will work/perform no matter the weather. They have a lot of closely related differences:

Eddie has been mentioned (and implied within the story so far) to have a deeper well of knowledge than he lets on, but acts humble about it. Sally has been mentioned (and implied) to know less than she portrays, but acts like a bit of a know-it-all - she pretends to know things that she doesn’t.

Eddie’s role is about helping others at his own expense, while Sally’s is using others to reach fame.

Eddie strives to connect with his Neighbors and is all about accuracy/precision. Sally is in her own little world and has proved to be more than willing to improvise / not think things through before acting.

Eddie is slow to anger, and Sally is easily irritated.

Selfless vs Selfish.

Night vs Day.

And to put them in the Johari Window - i believe that Sally resides in the Blind Spot (known to others, not known to self), and Eddie resides in either the Facade (not known to others, known to self) OR the Unknown (not known to others, not known to self). Personally I’m starting to believe that Eddie may reside in both.

It’s far too early to draw any real conclusions, and theorizing on all of this is difficult. I feel as though - as usual - we have puzzle pieces but no frame of reference for the way they fit together, what picture they build. And who knows, tomorrow’s update may shred this to ribbons, but I doubt it.

One thought I had was that they’re in cahoots about something - it doesn’t have to be something malicious or some sort of secret plot, it could simply be something they both know and are trying to keep quiet about. Eddie is trying to connect with Sally since they have this in common, but Sally is actively putting distance between them to preserve their secret / plausible deniability. Do I actually believe this? Meh. I’m just throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.

So current base thoughts: Sally is dismissive of Eddie either because he intimidates/scares her on an internalized level, or she’s actively trying to put distance between them for a currently unknown reason. There’s probably a secret third option I haven’t even considered!

#she's just so fascinatingly dismissive of him in a way she isn't with anyone else #she exclusively calls him 'mailman' she brushes him off when he tries to talk about her halloween costume-#i bet if anyone else has so much as Mentioned the word 'pedrolino' sally would be on them abt it #much like how barnaby had to Escape a convo w/ her bc she was that passionate #so what is it with eddie... why does she feel so strongly about him in such a negative way...#ITS KEEPING ME UP AT NIGHT <3 #there is so much to unpack there i feel but i dont have the right scissors yet...#homebogging #welcome home speculation #wh speculation #man i feel so bad for eddie #he's trying to be friendly!!! he's trying to be her friend so hard!!! MAN.#i suspect that if eddie snaps in some way (he probably will) it will likely be in relation to sally #bc no one else treats him that way. like. even like... howdy keeps up an amicable pretense #but sally is straight up out here treating him like a pack mule named 'mailman' and brushing him off with obvious disinterest/frustration #LIKE DAMN. GIRL. WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS #i love it. its fascinating. i cant wait to see how that unfolds

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ghosteso · 6 months

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Oh please tell me about that GW modern au

So, I got it kind of fleshed out but stuff changes lol my method for writing is throw spaghetti at the wall and wait for something to stick.

ANYWAY!

So spoilers for Pip’s perfect reality for those who aren’t caught up yet. The Ardent is a bar and Voncid is a bartender. Rugen is a bouncer because I thought it would be funny. Azem is also there and I have him has a social worker right now but that’s subject to change! It’ll mostly be Luca centric but Pip is also there. There’s two ways I’m debating about going about this. Either Pip’s parents died and her uncles took her in because others couldn’t do it. Or her parents are still alive and she just spends a lot of time with her uncles.

I make Luca’s parents slightly more worse than canon so be mindful of that! Anyway for reason Luca is outside the bar as his parents drink. Voncid spots him and goes outside to talk to him. He assumes Luca’s 8 when in reality he’s like 13. Of course with who Voncid’s husband is this sets alarm bells off in Voncid’s head. Luca’s parents come back out and they leave. The next day Luca is back and Voncid is worried again. Seeing that Luca’s parents aren’t leaving any time soon and it’s snowing out he takes Luca inside and has Cosa look after him because Cosa is a badass.

Anyway it’s not that really fleshed out but I’m craving found family and I will get found family. I’m hesitant to write it because I’m not sure people would actually like to read it.

#ghost wax fanfiction #ghost wax pod #ghost wax #ghost wax podcast #ghost wax AU #ghost wax azem #owen voncid #luca eso #pip james #pip lefay #azem #tw child neglect #tw alcohol #tw alchoholism #not a great idea I know #but i want to write #necco-wafer-man #if you all want me to flesh this out more just let me know

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purplecatghostposts · 1 year

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oh my god, i love your MH time travel idea. did you have any other ideas for it??

OH BOY DO I

(Referring to this!)

Warning, this may be… Incomprehensible. I just have a lot of ideas and they aren’t fully fleshed out so I’m just throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks. Hope you like a wall full of spaghetti, Anon!

- While going back in time reverses the physical effects that Operator Sickness had, they all still carry the trauma of its effects and what happened during it, so while only Tim is experiencing symptoms (though currently managing them with his medication), they aren’t completely off scot-free.

- I imagine it takes them a minute to realize exactly how many people woke up with memories of the previous timeline. I feel like Brian would want to tell someone and that someone would end up being Tim and then they’d both realize they remembered and compare notes

- I HC Seth and Sarah as roommates so they immediately find out as well. Amy and Jessica too. Pretty much the only person that thinks they’re in this alone at first is Jay but fortunately that doesn’t last too long because maybe Brian starts trying to subtly figure out if anyone else has any memories by asking questions only someone who knew would know, and finally Tim, Jay, Brian, Seth, and Sarah all realize they’re on the same page.

- Imagine their shock and suspicion when they realize Alex is not. Further suspicion that only grows when Amy and Jessica show up meaning Alex is the only one who doesn’t remember. Maybe they try and test him to see if he’s faking it and if he’ll slip up.

- He doesn’t. Alex really doesn’t remember anything.

- There are… Lots of things to work out. Not just with where to go next but there’s still some animosity within the group and especially regarding the members of ToTheArk. Influenced by an otherworldly being or not, it’s still something they need to resolve. Not to mention, Amy points out that Alex was influenced too, an argument that keeps being brought up because nobody really knows what to think. Alex killed people, but how much of that was Alex and how much of it was something else entirely?

- Meanwhile, Alex just really wanted to work on his film but while he can location scout and work on the script all he wants, without actors, it’s not really gonna go anywhere, and his actors keep finding excuses to put it off.

- Alex has no idea what’s going on with everyone because Tim and Jay are polite at best and usually tense around him, Jessica keeps looking at him like she doesn’t know what to think, Brian can’t seem to make up his mind, Seth and Sarah flat out refuse to be in a room alone with him, even Amy is acting distant. He feels like he’s missing something but he doesn’t know what and nobody is telling him. All the conversations he catches sound like nonsense too so he’s pretty much completely in the dark too.

- Since Alex is out and about location scouting, he ends up catching the early stages of Operator Sickness. The next time he gets into a coughing fit in front of any of them, they freak out and Alex doesn’t get why.

- The arguments get worse. They can’t tell if Alex is doomed to repeat the cycle and if they need to take him out in order to prevent it, or if they can make sure he doesn’t turn out the same this time

- Being around Alex makes them all conflicted. Because this Alex is the Alex that they became friends with in the first place and they missed this version of him a lot but it’s one thing to miss it and another thing to get it back, especially considering a good chunk of them last remember dying because of him before waking up in the past. They don’t know if they can trust him, or if they’ll just get hurt all over again if they get attached

- Their distance from Alex causes a lot of internal issues for Alex himself. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s the odd man out here, and the problem they have. He just doesn’t understand why and it’s frustrating but whenever he gets frustrated, it just drives them all further away and makes it worse. He doesn’t know what to do.

- Then maybe (still deciding on when), one day, Alex wakes up. And he remembers everything and understands better than ever. He doesn’t blame them. He didn’t help them at all in the end. But maybe he can now.

- In order to stop the sickness, it’s best to cut it off at the source. Alex doesn’t know what he can do against a monster like that but since it no longer has such a tight hold over him, he can do something this time. He has to do something. And if he dies trying? Then at the very least, it can’t use him against them anymore.

- While Alex does try to stand up to the Operator, it goes rather poorly. Fortunately, someone finds him unconscious somewhere (maybe Brian), drags him back to one of their apartments, and they have a talk when he wakes up. They’re still not the most comfortable around him but suffice to say, Alex regaining his memories and immediately choosing to attempt to fight the Operator proves that he’s not gonna repeat the same mistakes twice, solving that matter at the very least.

- Cue a whole lot of healing while attempting to figure out a way to get rid of a creature beyond their understanding

That’s about what I got! Again, just spitballed ideas, definitely needs some more fine tuning but it’s a start. Hope you enjoyed!

Also ty for the Ask, I love rambling about funny little AUs and it gives me all the more reason to :)

#marble hornets #time travel AUs are so interesting to me and ESPECIALLY in an MH context #so I had to give it a go #I wanted both pre-MH and regretful post-MH Alex #so I got the best of both worlds #they all have so many issues but goddamn they are gonna WORK ON THEM #Ask #SB Talks #SB Rambles #gonna tag #Suicide Idealation #JUST in case #because Alex’s thinking kinda veers towards that in regards to fighting the Operator #because canonically that was his whole plan??#he’s kinda fucked up #but they’re gonna be fucked up together so #suicide ideation #I. don’t know if I spelt that right the first time so just in case

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infiniteorangethethird · 1 year

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Hellooooo hi, I'm too lazy to scroll yeah

Can you tell me a bit about your paracosm? :3

A bit? Nope, sorry, no can do, I can only tell you a metric fuck TON about my paracosm. Hope ur prepared for an infodump >:)

Sooooo uh. There’s a lot to talk abt (because I don’t know how to shut up) so let me break it up a little. Setting-wise, the story’s set in a fantasy version of Earth, where the most important difference (aside from the presence of magic) is that if someone writes a story and enough people read it, the story becomes real in a parallel dimension. I originally thought of this as a way to explain how my OCs could meet with the characters from my favorite shows/books, nowadays it’s both a mechanic that facilitates the story and (recently more frequently) the focus and source of conflict.

Because of the setting, aside from the numerous stolen characters from other media and reworked versions of said stolen characters, there’s obviously a lot of magic going around with a fuckton of places to visit and even more magical species to populate the world and wield said magic – “angels”, demons, shapeshifters, monsters, gods, you name it. Most of my paras are non-human and those who are also tend to have non-human ancestry or some kind of extra magical power (what’s the point of fantasy without fantasy, yknow?). But also, because I have a weird obsession with Organizing and Putting Things In Boxes, I have the physics of magic worked out to an absurd detail, feel free to shoot me an ask abt it if you want to be bored to death :D

Plot-wise… well. I would summarize the story, I actually HAVE a pretty decent summary, but it’s like, 100+ pages (50k+ words if I recall correctly), and I’m pretty sure tumblr would not Like That (and this version’s not even up to date), so. There used to be a lot of exploration of the world (aka me integrating my current interests into my paracosm because I can), nowadays it’s a lot more character-focused, with the plot revolving around 15-ish “main” paras and their lives. Which can be anything from “I can finally go to college and study the stuff I wanna study! Yay!” to “oh god oh fuck I’m a general in a multidimensional war and thousands are dead if I make the wrong move” so. There’s a lot of throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks. (I am a sucker for big epic fights tho so that happens a lot lol)

Thematically, I like to focus on the inner worlds of my paras and how they relate to the world around them. Each of them come from different backgrounds with different perspectives so any time I wanna explore a concept I can just pick whoever falls closest to that (like, “oh THIS one was abandoned by their family but THIS one is a stable father figure, found family trope go brrr” just to name an example). There’s a lot of hurt/comfort generally speaking, heavy on the emotional angst and, because I’m a secret whump enjoyer, there also tends to be a lot of blood. Like a lot. (Dw I always balance it out with some old-fashioned “finding peace in each other’s presence” daydreams, especially soft and cuddly.) Oh yeah and also everyone’s gay but that’s pretty much expected at this point.

Sometimes I also like to wonder about the morality of certain aspects of this universe, since the setting and world is so different from ours, but ig that’s a topic for another day haha

Anyway yeah that’s as short as I could get it 😅 it’s a bit hard to talk about my paracosm as a whole because it’s so old and as a result incredibly widespread. I do have a sideblog dedicated to it but tbh I haven’t really touched it in ages so what little info it has is probably outdated. Idk what else to say, if there’s any part you’d want me to go into greater detail feel free to ask (I know ppl mostly only care about the paras which, fair, but when it comes to talking abt my paracosm practically any topic is free for the asking lol), and sorry for the long ramble haha

Bonus doodle of one of my paras (Rowena) I did like a day ago

#paraportal #the orange dimension #<- had to come up w a tag for my paracosm lol #my art #para: Rowena

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ow-old-men · 1 year

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Intro post hewwo — -

Art tag // Writing tag // Selfie tag // Ao3

I’m Gabriel, he/him only. I’m 23, sometimes I write and draw. Mostly I throw amusing spaghetti at the wall and hope something funny sticks. Primarily overwatch focused, but there’ll probably be the scant other stuff too

I used to run the blog @ow-anteater before my account was unceremoniously terminated. I got it back but realised the fresh start was actually kind of nice! So if you like what you find here, there’s a whole back catalogue to go through over there lmao

Proper about and DNI under the cut

Actually hit most of it lmao. Gabriel or Gabe, my grandma calls me Gabba and my dad just calls me G. I’m 22 and pretty cool. Mixed Greenlandic Inuit and white, currently living in Denmark so if you’re American our time zones are way off and I’m sorry. I’m trans, tme and gay ✌🏽

Also, English is not my first language and it really shows some times. This is just what the grammar is gonna be like

I’d appreciate if minors blocked the tags ‘#minors dni’ or ‘#minors do not interact’ before following as I have been historically known to dabble in writing explicit stuff and the idea of kids reading along is #yucky.

And I know we clown on the futility of DNIs but like … if this is you you will eventually get blocked:

You can’t be normal about/around trans women, black people or children

Just the general people you’d suspect a brown gay trans man wouldn’t want to hang with

You spend a lot of time arguing for the existence of “transandrophobia”

Your blog exists to ship real people or canonically gay characters in straight ships

I’m neither a proshipper nor an anti; I’m an adult man with a job. I probably lean more anti tho in that if I see you seriously using the term ‘fancop’ or ‘purity culture’ about fandom you will not be able to access my blog much longer

You still think asexuality is a discourse topic instead of just a sexuality that people have

Your main is focussed on disordered eating. When I say ‘Ana’ I am talking about fictional character Ana Amari, not the ED

#blog intro #the navigational tag:#Gabe draws #Gabe writes #Gabe is hot

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essayofthoughts · 2 years

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Do you have the episode numbers and/or timestamps for the references you made in your last post about Percy?

For context, in case anyone didn’t see the previous ask - and yes, I can get episode numbers, timestamps and even transcripts! The Kryogenix searchable transcript is a blessing and I always watch with closed captions because I remember the written word better - end result is I can memorise key phrases which makes it very easy to then go back and search up references when I need to.

I’m also gonna provide a chunk of the conversation around these just for context and also because some of them are very funny.

The syphilis/limited experience quote is as follows:

#LAURA I walk up and I kiss him on the cheek. and I say: Don't you worry, we've got you.

#TALIESIN Especially with the cough, thank you.

#LAURA I don't believe you're really sick, darling.

#SAM Vex, I've heard a cough like that, and it's probably syphilis.

#LAURA Lovely. Thank you, Scanlan.

#TALIESIN I barely sl-- I don't, I--

#SAM Personal experience, that's all I'm saying.

C1E30 - Stoke The Flames | Kryogenix Transcript | Timestamp

Note that there's more in the video than is actually transcribed because they did talk over each other a little here. As Sam-as-Scanlan’s saying “Personal experience” Taliesin-as-Percy says “One time, one time”.

“Quite gentle about the whole process” is when Percy’s talking to Tary:

#SAM Taryon Darrington in a house of flesh?

#TRAVIS Yeah, you go in, throw some spaghetti on the wall, see what sticks, and have a great time.

#TALIESIN There's not actual spaghetti.

#TRAVIS There might be. (laughter) What do you think?

#LIAM Mayonnaise, at the very least. (groaning, laughter)

#TALIESIN Oh, that's funny twice, too. (laughter)

#LAURA, ASHLEY Yay.

#TRAVIS What do you think, huh? I know if we had said, "you're going to fight a dragon and a kraken," you'd be like, "no, not me!" But this is a chance for you to go to the big time.

#TALIESIN Maybe take some pressure off and practice talking normally to people who are going to be very gentle with you about the whole process.

#SAM Talking?

#ASHLEY You don't even have to do anything. You can just have an hour of their time.

#SAM Pike, are you encouraging me to go to a brothel right now?

#ASHLEY Listen, I do think that going to, as you put it, a house of flesh, is a part of being an adventurer. It's a rite of passage.

#LAURA Do you go to brothels, Pike?

#ASHLEY Well, where do you think I go when you guys leave all the time? (laughter)

C1E94 - Jugs and Rods | Kryogenix Transcript | Timestamp

It’s such a good Pike moment and honestly this whole episode is a favourite of mine alongside Elephant In The Room.

And then, lastly, “if you want to know what women like ask women” was slightly misquoted by me, mostly because the gents of CR rarely call the women girls. It’s from the same episode and goes as follows:

#MARISHA Tary, Grog is teaching you the opposite of what to do.

#SAM What do you mean? Girls don't like the bad boy?

#TALIESIN If you want to discover what girls actually like, ask girls.

#LAURA Maybe talk to them.

#TALIESIN We've got three--

#LAURA Don't talk at them. Talk to them.

#MARISHA Maybe individually.

#TALIESIN Wells of knowledge.

#SAM Keyleth.

#MARISHA Oh no. Yeah?

#SAM Your hair is like angels coming down from the sky--

#TALIESIN Nope, already lost it. Nope.

#LAURA Don't talk at them.

#TALIESIN Don't talk to the hair.

#MARISHA Why don't you, for starters, ask them a question about themselves?

#SAM All right.

#MARISHA Instead of talking about yourself.

#LIAM You don't necessarily want to tell them things. You want to talk to them and learn about them.

#SAM How much money do you have?

#ASHLEY Oops.

#LAURA (laughs) No, that's a question for me, darling.

#MARISHA Maybe less a monetary stat question. Maybe find a question about her personality or about her past or something that interests her.

C1E94 - Jugs and Rods | Kryogenix Transcript | Timestamp

#percy de rolo #vox machina #critical role #anonymous #ask

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strabbysdollhouse · 2 years

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faerie sibling Lore cause they live in my head rent free:

faeries aren’t allowed to share their true names; elfie and june are aliases. also while elfie chose a last name (merlot) june never had to so ne just. didn’t have a last name

elfie is transfem nonbinary and june/venge is transmasc nonbinary <3

also it’s. Very important to me that everyone knows that venge is Still Faerie Height so ne’s just like. 6 inches (or abt 15 cm) tall. you could literally put nym in a tupperware and shake it.

originally elfie was supposed to act sweet but actually be a sorta unhinged mad scientist type of character. that’s how i chose faer surname: i based faer initial concept on the song lusus naturae from rwby, which is the character song for a mad scientist named dr merlot who tries to “redeem” grimm (the setting’s monsters) no matter who gets hurt, which is what elfie was supposed to be like with the lords in black and the Various Other Horrors

but then fae wound up being genuinely nice, died before fae could really do all that much mad science, and is now losing faer mind in an entirely different way

the pmd au clefairy!elfie, however,

(dodrio!chirpy may or may not actually be dead.)

the concept of elfie having a designated wiggly serving green faerie sibling was actually established VERY early on in faer account but i wasn’t planning on doing anything with it. i just sorta came up with venge on the spot when i realized i had No Idea who the ominous voice on jenny’s blog was supposed to be and i made nym faer previously mentioned sibling cause i thought “oh yk what would be fucked up” (also my thought process for a lot of this rp in general). chekhov’s gun except i’m just throwing spaghetti at the wall and hoping something sticks.

there’s a pretty big age gap!! elfie died at 35 and june died at 23 and. that’s faer little baby sibling who has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces...

fae did try to get custody of nym once fae grew up but it. didn’t work out cause fae was basically the ONLY one who didn’t think ne was Irredeemably Cursed

faeries can kinda “absorb” traits from other paranormal beings in the witchwood and they both got cat traits from hatchetclan. elfie has cat eyes and sharp teeth and june has. cat ears and a tail. world’s most fucked up catboy

june always had nys hair covering nys eyes so nobody could see they were green too

while june had green hair/fur/eyes and pronouns, venge has black hair/fur/eyes. and pronouns. also ne’s So Sopping Wet cause of how ne died and ne has some skin discoloration too and. wait hang on i think ne’s starting to look too much like samara from the ring,

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tumbleweedpalmer · 3 years

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I’m just gonna throw my kinky spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks because I haven’t seen my boyfriend in 11 days

Anyway c o c k w a r m i n g

Bonus points if Jimmy breaks first <3

There's no plot here, just smut. Just straight up dirty talk and smut. 18+ only. Hopefully it was satisfactory.

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It all started because Jimmy forgot to use incognito mode the last time he was left at home alone, to his own devices.

He’d gone down a rabbit hole thanks to the wonders of internet porn. After taking matters into his own hands, he’d forgotten to clear the search history. He had been a bit too distracted cleaning the mess he’d made trying to leave no trace behind for his girlfriend to discover.

Y/N had been in for a surprise the next time she’d gone to clean the search history and had discovered just what her boyfriend had gotten into the last time she’d had a girls night with her coworkers.

It was a fascinating discovery. As much as it had made her cheeks flush, she had to admit she was intrigued.

She’d been unable to resist bringing it up that night as they lie in bed winding down after a long day. The way his cheeks had flushed had been down right adorable. He’d been so shy for someone who had been looking and getting himself off to all the filthy things he’d left in their search history.

His cheeks had only flushed further his breathing growing shallow as she’d ran her hand along his chest her words teasing. “I did notice something that came up pretty frequently in that search history. So, do you want to try it?”

Jimmy had only been able to nod his head frantically the words barely slipping from his lips as he realized exactly what she was referencing. “Y-yes, please.”

That was how they’d found themselves in this situation. It was Saturday night and Jimmy had made sure that there was no way in hell he’d be called away by Dr. Mallard for any reason whatsoever.

Y/N had made sure the bedroom held a romantic aura lowering the lights and lighting more than a few candles. They’d had a romantic meal earlier in the evening and they’d had a glass of wine hoping that the alcohol would soothe any anxieties.

Y/N wanted to make this special for him. She was well aware of the fact that her boyfriend worked hard. His choice of career was intense to say the least. It was demanding and harsh. He faced all the terrible things people were capable of each and every day. The stress of such a burden really did drag him down at times despite his best attempts to remain optimistic. He always made such an attempt to be strong and positive. It was something she admired about him.

So, in her opinion he deserved to have any fantasies he might have in mind come true.

So, she’d gone to the effort of buying a new lingerie set and had taken extra time applying her makeup and wearing a more expensive perfume. She’d definitely gone through the pain of waxing her legs and her bikini line. She’d exfoliated and lotioned herself up wanting to be as perfect for him as she could possibly be.

The lingerie was definitely appreciated as she’d entered their bedroom to find her boyfriend already sitting up in bed his cheeks flushed, he obviously experiencing a mixture of excited and nervous energy.

He’d ditched his glasses on the nightstand. He’d forgone his usual choice in a t- shirt as sleepwear remaining only in a pair of boxers.

She could admit it was an ego boost seeing the way he’d looked up at her the lust clear in his features.

The lingerie was simple but effective, a soft silky pink chemise with a matching pair of panties. It wasn’t anything extravagant but Jimmy was clearly a fan.

She made her way over to the bed she wasting no time to reach down and caress the side of his face. Jimmy leaned into her touch always so eager to soak up any sign of affection she offered him. It was something she found equal parts adorable and heartbreaking.

It was so sweet that he was so grateful for her touch, but it was so heartbreaking to realize that he was obviously so desperate for any sign of love.

Once he’d let her into a few darker details of his childhood she’d understood that her boyfriend had a few reasons to be so starved for love and acceptance.

It had filled her with a sense of determination to give him all the adoration and affection in the world.

He deserved all the love and all the soft touches in the world. He really was a wonderful boyfriend; attentive, caring, compassionate, kind, gentle, and so clearly in love with her. Jimmy Palmer truly was the best man she could have ever hoped for.

She chuckled as he closed his eyes nuzzling against her touch a soft pleased noise leaving him. She spoke her thumb stroking his skin. “Are you ready?”

He opened his eyes staring up at her his cheeks flushing even darker as he spoke. “Yes.”

She made the move to drop her panties before she joined him in the bed. He scooted back resting his back against the headboard deciding that this would be the most comfortable position they could find for this.

She pressed her lips to his the two of them sharing a soft kiss as she straddled his hips. She gasped able to feel by the hardened flesh against her skin that he was very clearly ready to go.

He shifted his hips allowing her to slide his boxers off releasing his hardened cock a hiss leaving him as the cool air brushed across it.

She managed to lean over reaching into the nightstand finding just what she was looking for. Jimmy raised an eyebrow at the sight of the clear tube in her hand. She spoke opening the tube and squirting a healthy amount of lube into her hand. “It makes an easier entrance. I’m definitely soaked, but you’re a big boy and at this position I think we both know by now we can use a little help. A little extra lubrication never hurt anyone.”

He couldn’t stop the smile from crossing his lips a sense of pride washing over him at her comment on his size. He knew she had a point. Usually before he penetrated her, they’d have plenty of time for foreplay. He’d usually go down on her making sure to eat her out and finger her, making sure she was more than soaked enough to take him. With what they planned for tonight though they had plans of jumping right into the main event.

His head fell back a groan leaving him as she slid her hand between them finding his cock stroking it just enough to guarantee an easy entrance.

She managed to reach over finding some tissue to wipe the remaining traces of lube from her hand before tossing it aside in the wastebasket they kept by their bedside.

She managed to press her lips to his, her voice soft. “Are you ready?”

He nodded his head knowing he sounded so needy. “Please.”

She managed to reach between them finding his cock again he shifting his hips helping her position him at her entrance. He groaned his head falling back again as she lowered herself down over him, he entering her slowly inch by inch.

He grasped onto her chemise gripping onto it as she enveloped him to the hilt. He moaned as she shifted against him finding a comfortable position knowing they’d be here for a while.

She managed to run her fingers through his curls soothing him his breathing heavy his head still tilted back as he soaked up the intensity of the feelings washing over him.

She spoke knowing just what to say to make him groan all the more. “Fuck, it always hits me just how huge you are in this position. I’m always amazed it all fit in me.”

He groaned just as loud as she assumed he would. He managed to speak his voice sounding light and airy. “It’s a tight fit.”

She chuckled the action causing her to shift a bit making him groan all the more. She continued to run her fingers through his hair she resisting the urge to rock against him and ride him as hard as she wanted to.

She’d never thought the concept of just sitting here with him inside of her could be so erotic. She had never even heard of cockwarming until she’d found it in that search history. She had thought that it seemed to be a little odd, but now that they were here doing it, she definitely understood the appeal.

There was something almost intimate and comforting sitting like this as close as any two human beings could possibly be. She was able to truly appreciate the reaction her boyfriend had to the feeling of him buried so deep in her.

He looked a bit strained of course, the fact that he was buried so deep inside of her but not moving clearly frustrating. The look on his face was one of total bliss though. His eyes were closed, a pleased smile on his lips, his breathing deep and heavy. He seemed so carefree. In her opinion most guys looked kind of pissed off or just downright goofy when they were balls deep. Jimmy however looked almost angelic. It was a humorous thought, that he could look so sweet and blissful when they were doing something so sinful.

She spoke continuing to stroke his hair unable to stop herself from voicing exactly what she thought of how he looked in this moment. “You’re beautiful.”

He smiled he soaking in the feeling of her fingers massaging his scalp and her tight body wrapped around his aching cock. “That’s my line.” She giggled once again causing her to shift against him he grunting his hands wringing her chemise. She pressed a kiss to his cheek her voice gentle. “Sorry.”

He nodded his head his breathing still so heavy. “You feel so good.”

“Is it everything you imagined it would be?” She dared to ask the smile on his lips already answering that question.

He spoke daring to open his eyes staring up at her. “It’s everything. It’s better than everything.”

She spoke up reaching down for the hem of her chemise as she spoke. “It’s about to get better.”

He moaned reluctantly letting go of her chemise allowing her to slide it over her head exposing her bare torso to him.

He felt his eyes lock down on her breasts his hands resting against her waist his grip tight. She chuckled purposely running her hands along her breasts a gasp leaving her as she brushed against her hardened nipples. “You are so a boob man.”

He groaned as she pulled her hands from her breasts wrapping her arms around him. “I’m pretty sure I’m just a you man.”

She smiled shaking her head slightly though she knew he was being honest. He was pretty obsessed with just about every part of her. Every time they made love, he made sure to show her that he adored every inch of her body.

She pressed her lips to his, the kiss chaste. She managed to speak. “You fill me up so good Jimmy. You always make me feel so full.”

He groaned the words leaving him the feel of her bare torso pressed against him only intensifying the feelings washing over him. “You’re so tight, and wet. Fuck you’re so wet. You’re dripping wet and you’re so hot. You feel so good around me.”

“I always get so wet for you baby.” She replied the comment making his eyes practically cross his head falling back she taking the opportunity to press kisses along his throat.

She spoke between kisses her voice teasing and sweet. “How long are you going to hold out Jimmy? You’re being so good for me, so nice and still. I bet you want to rock against me so bad though. I want it too.”

He groaned his hands sliding along her body caressing her it becoming harder and harder to remain so still. She spoke her voice still so teasing. “I bet you could cum like this though. I know how good you always fill me up and how much I love it.”

“I love it.” He groaned it becoming harder and harder by the second to resist this. The sweet lure of friction was like a siren song.

“You’re such a dirty boy. You look so sweet and innocent but you are so naughty. You looked at so many dirty things baby. Did you touch yourself when you looked?” She asked knowing just what to say to push him a little further.

He nodded his head eagerly the lust easily overpowering any shame. “I did. I thought about you…about doing all those things with you.”

The moan that she let out in response to his confession was all it took to make him break his hands gripping down on her hips he eagerly grinding against her.

She moaned pulling back from his neck he staring up at her a look of determination on his face as he rocked against her.

She giggled as he encouraged her to rock back against him the friction heavenly.

He managed to speak his voice gruff and tense with need. “I love you.”

“Love you.” She gasped surprised as he managed to scoot downwards taking his chance to roll them over allowing him to take control.

She moaned her arms wrapping around his waist as she let him take over. She managed to speak a giggle leaving her. “I knew you’d break first.”

He grunted nipping at her neck his voice needy. “You have such a tight little pussy; can you blame me?”

She giggled at this a pleased shudder running through her. They were so suckers for dirty talk. She managed to speak again a gasp leaving her as he slid a hand down between their bodies, he easily finding her clit. “We are so doing this again.”

He grunted at this statement he having to hope and pray she would hold up to that promise. He pressed his lips to hers the kiss sloppy he speaking as he pulled back. “I have so many things I want to try.”

She giggled at this a moan leaving her. She had to hope he’d forget to clean his search history more often.

#smut #ncis smut #jimmy palmer #jimmy palmer fanfiction

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sylvanas-girlkisser · 3 years

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Arcane Background Lore/Easter Eggs (Episode 4)

I was half tempted to jump straight to EP 6 just to draw parallels between stuff in that episode and the teaser that came out earlier today. But nope, sticking to the script, you’ll just have to wait until Friday for that breakdown.

The hexgates are a new addition to League lore (they literally made their first appearance in the game this morning), however they are sorta similar to how Jayce’s “Acceleration Gate” ability works in-game.

Jinx calls these things “Flame Chompers” and one of her abilities in League is throwing them out like landmines. They even make the same tak-tak-tak sound.

Jinx pistol is clearly based on her shock blaster from League, though this one just fires bullets, whereas the shock blaster fires lightning using what appears to be a hex crystal. Maybe that’s how she ends up weaponizing it (probably not though).

Jinx’s minigun is called Pow-Pow (you know like the nickname Vi gave her… this is fine), and in the fight with the Firelights we actually see her use every single one of her in-game abilities, except for her ultimate, which is a really big rocket and what I’m actually guessing she’s gonna use the stable hex crystal for.

This little critter is called a Poro, and yes they have been turned into cheaply made official League of Legends©®™ merch.

Assuming you have watched the show’s intro, you probably already know that Vi is going to be picking up the Atlas gauntlets before the season is over. However, what you might not know is that the hex claw is Viktor’s signature weapon (along with the hex core) in league. Will be interesting to see if he ends up using it in the show some way 🤔

Yes it is kinda weird that Piltover beat cops wear frilly above-the-knee dresses on patrol but: 1) Their job is beating people up for being poor, you don’t need practical clothes for that and 2) it’s a tasteful-ish callback to Caitlyn’s original design where she strode into combat wearing a frilly micro dress, a push-up bra, a striped tophat and a double digit amount of belts. Old league designs are gloriously atrocious.

This mural appear to be portraying Taric, who tl:dr is a demi-god from the Targon region representing love, life, kindness and beauty. And honestly, I do think its kinda rad that they designed a muscular yet effeminate man to embody that role – seriously before I realized I was a woman I gendered so hard with Taric.

This is the logo of the League of Legends themed metal band “Pentakill”.

Jayce title/nickname as “man of progress” is different from his title in league, where he’s called “The Defender of Tomorrow”.

Based on the teaser for part 3, it’s not random that councillor what’s-his-face mention the Noxians as a reason they can’t shut down trade until the hex gem is recovered.

Noxus is hard to explain briefly, they are not purely evil, but they’re not exactly good guys either. For now, what matters is that Noxus has a very big army, they control most of the land surrounding Piltover, and the only reason they haven’t conquered Piltover yet, is because Piltover hasn’t made itself a target.

Delaying shipments to Noxus because of internal problems could absolutely be the kind of thing that made Noxus send in the legion to resolve the matter.

While experimenting with the hex gem, Jinx is listening to her own theme song from League (Get Jinxed).

This outfit is also a call back to Caitlyn’s original design. Ignoring the spaghetti straps, the purple negligee/top thingy covers all the same parts of Caitlyn’s body as her original dress did, and the fabric even falls in strange ways to mimic frills.

Vi punching a wall is not just a subtle expression of her incredible lesbianism! It also references how in Vi’s original backstory, Caitlyn caught her robbing a bank after she used the atlas gauntlets to punch her way into the vault (if you’ve ever wondered why one of Vi’s abilities is called “Vaultbreaker” that’s why).

Seeing as the theme for today has been “Noxians” and “poorly aged female character designs”; lets on me introducing Noxus very own questionably dressed noble woman with disapproving parents: Miss Katarina du Coteau (Riot please give her a personality beyond “I want to win my father’s approval, and I’m in aggresively heterosexual love with Garen Crownsguard” I’m begging you.)

If there’s anything I missed please let me know, I’m planning to do a breakdown like this for each episode.

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#Arcane #Arcane Spoilers #league of legends

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kitausuret · 2 years

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Do you have spidervenom cuddle headcanon? (Pleasure Aftermath or just in general) Cause I’m a sucker for it

I don't have a whole lot of coherent thoughts about this so I'm just going to throw words at the wall like wet spaghetti and see what sticks! 🎉

But no in all seriousness, yes I do! Peter is a character who absolutely evolved into someone who is very touch-oriented in displaying affection. (I can't take total credit for this realization, traincat and softgrungeprophet have done some really good posts about it that made me go.. 🤔💡) This is just kind of a general headcanon for me when it comes to him but I think just as it applies for him in other relationships, so it would apply here too. It's something that just comes naturally to him.

I shamelessly nicked these from TC, please check out her Twitter or Tumblr for the literal best Peter takes ever, but the chin touch is really good:

Now, onto Eddie, who I think is a little more complicated... I feel it would take time for him to get to a point where he's comfortable being touched a lot by another human being. Kind of like a horse, where you should make sure they see you before you put your hand on them. At first he probably has to be the one to initiate physical contact. Given his history of being touched by another human being not going uh... well for him (looking at the repeated times he's been literally experimented on) it might be a long journey for them. And it'll probably have to be small touches at first - taking his hand, maybe a hand on his arm, before gradually moving into more. Peter pressing himself up against Eddie on the couch, hugs, an arm around his shoulder or waist, all that good stuff.

But I think eventually, like everyone else who's ever fallen in love with the insufferable, endearing asshole who is Peter Parker, he'll warm up to it. He'll start to see that is part of Peter's love language. I have a lot of feelings about Eddie learning to trust other humans touching him in general so. ;w; Yeah.

Haha everybody suffer, I present to you the one and only handholding scene:

Aaaaanyways, THAT angst fest aside, let me move onto the third part of this glorious ship!

Of course I can't leave out the symbiote, the original piece of this ship that binds them together. It feels a little obvious but the symbiote is of course very touch-oriented. In a weird way, its physical affection with Peter probably has to come gradually, the way Peter's does with Eddie. Depending on when this ship is starting out in their lives, I think will depend on how slowly they need to adjust towards each other. But similarly, Peter has hurt the symbiote! So maybe they need to learn to trust each other again (or perhaps, for the first time) before they can move forward with each other.

I have a little snippet that actually calls back to a scene where Peter was washing the "alien costume", so I'll share that with you here. For a little context, Peter is currently the symbiote's host, as part of a somewhat complicated arrangement:

Eddie continued to stroke it as Peter turned on the taps for the bathroom sink, then plugging it. It was only then that he realized Peter also had a bottle of mild soap. “What are you doing?” “Uh, laundry?” Eddie frowned a little, his grip tightening on the symbiote. “I’m kidding, Eddie. But I figure I keep sweating, symbiote or no, and I can’t be webbing up purse snatchers and robbers in an un-laundered suit.” He paused with his hands on the taps. “Un...bathed?” He finally turned them off and added some soap to the water, sudsing it up with his hands. “It’s not dirty, Peter,” he said, a little defensively, “it expels dirt and particulate matter naturally, and-�� “It didn’t complain when I did that for weeks after Battleworld!” “You thought it was a smart-technology piece of clothing!” “Just be grateful I didn’t take it to the laundromat! And, for the record, I take very good care of my suits. Do you have any idea how much time I put into them? How much red thread I have to go through? The cost of the fabric if it gets ruined or faded?” Peter gently coaxed the symbiote into the water, working his hands into its malleable flesh, meticulous as he rubbed it into the warm water. It was maybe just a hair above room temperature, given the symbiote’s dislike of heat. It slipped away from his hands with a pleased little shiver, surrendering to Peter's tender loving care.

So yeah, that's that! I guess I kind of focused more on the idea of touch in general vs. actually answering your question jdksal' but I think that before full-on cuddling they would have some work to do. Love that for them though. <3

#spidervenom #peter parker #eddie brock #venom #headcanons #cuddling #asked and answered #sorry to make you all see old ramos art #unfortunately jenkins accidentally wrote one of the best spidervenom arcs #it literally inspired the fic snippet above

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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Could you talk about the Statute of Secrecy? Or the Ministry’s corruption in General :)

Well, those are two different things. Given that I believe I have an ask floating somewhere in my inbox on the Statute, I suppose we’ll talk about the Ministry of Magic today.

I feel like this is such a broad topic though that I’m not quite sure where to start. I guess I’ll just throw spaghetti at the internet wall and see what sticks.

The Ministry is a Reflection of Society Who Never Admitted They Were the Death Eaters

In the ministry of Harry Potter’s era the Ministry is hopelessly corrupt and filled to the brim with spies (more on this in a later section). Lucius Malfoy, very high up in an unofficial capacity in the Ministry and owner of the Ministry’s mouth piece: The Daily Prophet, was a known Death Eater with a very flimsy excuse.

How is he even able to wield so much influence, you ask? Well, I think it’s not just because of Fudge picking the wrong friends.

I think most the population probably does believe Lucius Malfoy is innocent the way Fudge does. I think it’s a very small subsection, i.e. Dumbledore’s lackies, who go “Nah, ain’t buying it.” I think that, in 1981, when it came time to reveal just how many were Death Eaters and how far this went many people just couldn’t handle it.

Because it was to the point where the nation wasn’t battling Death Eaters, Death Eaters were the nation. Look at the members, these are and were the most influential and prominent families in the country, who combined hold a non-small minority of seats in the Wizengamot. More, these were only the participants, combine those who given anti-muggle and muggleborn sentiment (which I believe are pervasive even among those who claim they fight for the rights of muggles and muggleborns) and you get a nation that is suddenly facing a huge cultural issue that was never previously acknowledged.

We’re talking an entire purge of the Wizengamot, of the Ministry, of the major families and cornerstones of this society. The Black family is completely and utterly destroyed.

People were and remain throughout the 1990′s, desperate to believe it was not as bad as it was or isn’t as bad as it is. If Lucius Malfoy says he was never really a Death Eater then he was never really a Death Eater.

The Ministry is Lousy With Corruption and Spies

What’s hilarious to me is not only is the Ministry incompetent. It is positively flooded with spies. Given the ministry’s overbloated, it’s not even a sizeable minority of employees, but nonetheless every major department has at least one person (if not more) who works for somebody else.

Most work for Tom Riddle. He seems to have intelligence in every department. Through Lucius, who is working pretty much as an unofficial aide to Fudge, he has access to Fudge, complete control of the Daily Prophet, and a voice on the Hogwarts’ board of governors.

Through Rockwood, Tom has direct access to the Department of Mysteries which Lucius is then able to take full advantage of.

Lucius is able to set up an ambush in the Department of Mysteries, getting escaped convicts into the building with the none the wiser, and, had his sole purpose not been a prophecy that only Harry Potter and the Dark Lord can touch, he would have been able to take what he liked. (Though it was always odd to me that the plan was to get Harry Potter to do it, when the better solution would have been to polyjuice Tom Riddle into someone else, set up a tour with the department, and then Tom wanders off conveniently to pick up the prophecy. My theory, I suppose, is that chasing after the prophecy was mostly an exercise in punishing Lucius. And then Lucius fucked up.)

And of course, in book seven, Tom Riddle makes a puppet minister. Point being, to me, it always said a lot that in Book Seven Tom just sort of walks into the building and says, “I’m in charge now” and everyone says “okay”. There was no second Wizarding War, it was a bloodless coup that met zero resistance from anyone but angry school children.

But that’s Tom’s spies, we also have other spies. Who am I talking about, Dumbledore’s folks of course.

Shacklebolt, Moody, Tonks, and Arthur Weasley are all spies, they just don’t have the introspection to even realize it (which really tells you something about the state of corruption in the ministry). They all work for the ministry, yes, but they in fact pass on information to and serve another master, whose goals do not always align with the government and was a hop skip and a jump away from overthrowing the government at any given moment.

And they don’t even really realize they’re doing this! There doesn’t even seem to be a thought of “I’m doing this for the greater good”, they don’t seem to acknowledge that what they’re doing is very very very bad. Arthur, in fact, is appalled when Percy refuses to do this (well, he’s upset for a lot of reasons, such as that he thinks Percy is spying on Arthur for the minister, but in there is also that Percy refuses to help out with the Order or follow Dumbledore without question).

Harry paints the Dumbledore’s Army threat that Umbridge saw as something utterly ridiculous, but honestly if I was the ministry I would be worried about this. Dumbledore’s people have infiltrated the ministry just as deeply and badly as the Death Eaters, Dumbledore’s known for recruiting children into his vigilante organization, I don’t know what he’s doing with an army of schoolchildren but I can smell a coup coming.

Anyway, I’m getting off track, point being though that corruption is not only expected and accepted by the ministry, they cannot recognize what it even is. They’re at the point where paying bribes is allocated in their budget.

I Don’t Blame the Ministry For Not Thinking Tom Riddle Was Anti-Jesus

Fudge is designed to get a lot of flack for his outright denial that Voldemort had returned from the dead. He, and other denier characters, are meant to be fools with their heads in the sand who can’t see the obvious.

I ask what about it was obvious?

The only witness to Tom Riddle’s resurrection, Harry Potter, has a known history of erratic behavior.

The previous year, he’d performed illegal magic on his muggle aunt and run away from home. During the previous school year, Harry was revealed to be a parselmouth in a time when the Chamber of Secrets was presumably opened and the mystery was never fully solved (remember, that it was a possessed Ginny never comes to light for more than a few people.) Beyond that, since his first day of school, Harry is routinely in and out of detention, constantly out after curfew, and only seems to not be in serious trouble because he’s openly favored by Dumbledore (who gives him hundreds of points for breaking one of his school rules, during the Philosopher’s Stone fiasco in first year). In 1994, Harry is entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament under very suspicious circumstances.

We know why all this happens to Harry but from the outside he looks like a delinquent. In fact, he kind of is a delinquent.

Point being, the only witness is not only Harry Potter (who is already sketch) but it’s Harry Potter holding a dead body of a rival in the tournament.

And he’s claiming that a man who has been nearly fifteen years dead, a man who held the nation in terror and Harry Potter is beloved for destroying, has returned from the grave and conveniently murdered Cedric.

Why is Cedric dead? Well, you see, he and Harry both touched the goblet at the same time because they were going to share the reward. The goblet, a national treasure, was turned into a portkey so that Voldemort could kidnap him.

Why didn’t Voldemort just kidnap him at any other point during the year where he’s guaranteed not to get tag a longs or the wrong kid? Uh... VOLDEMORT IS BACK (for the record, I think it’s because Barty got hung up on the goblet scheme and was determined to ruin his father’s day.)

Where is Voldemort at this very moment? Being evil, somewhere, that is not right here. No, Harry has zero evidence this happened.

Frankly, I wouldn’t believe Harry either.

And when Dumbledore goes about promoting this as sound evidence that Tom Riddle has in fact returned, it starts to get even sketchier. Rather than sounding the alarm, Dumbledore is using this boy’s madness to stir the public into a panic that he, perhaps, plans to take advantage of.

After Dumbledore does that, I would suspect that, even if Harry does give me a memory of the graveyard scene that his head had been tampered with by Dumbledore.

And it’s so convenient that, of all the names Harry picked, it’s Voldemort who killed Cedric. It seems like a ploy to not only deflect the fact that he murdered Cedric but

Harry’s very upset when some don’t take him at his word but Harry’s also a dumbass and a psychopath. He hates everyone who doesn’t agree with him.

More importantly, necromancy isn’t a thing in the Harry Potter universe. People don’t rise from the dead. Horcruxes exist, but they’re extremely rare, and it seems like no one ever really makes use of them.

So, yeah, not unreasonable that Fudge didn’t immediately go, “My god, Voldemort has risen from the dead! LIGHT THE BEACONS AND SUMMON ROHAN!”

So yeah, it’d take me seeing Voldemort waltzing through the Department Mysteries to go “... Goddammit, this man is more unkillable than Sheev Palpatine.”

After the Epilogue, I am Certain It’s Still the Same Damn Ministry

People hate the epilogue, but in a way, I love it, because it confirms many of my headcanons: these people don’t learn a goddamn thing.

Nothing in their society seems to have changed. Instead of one set of families holding all the power it’s now a new set of families and friends holding all the power. The difference being that they are now all in some way connected to Harry Potter.

Nepotism’s still the name of the game, we still see only human children boarding the Hogwarts Express so you know shit hasn’t changed for the goblins, Draco Malfoy’s alive and well and holds a position in the Ministry that Kingsly graciously allows him to have, it’s just now you have Hermione writing all your laws for you.

The Wizarding World is still the Wizarding World in every single capacity. The only difference is that Voldemort is dead again. Hooray.

Harry and friends simply don’t have the introspection to even realize it.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the ministry of magic #cornelius fudge #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #anti harry potter #voldemort #tom riddle #lucius malfoy #harry potter epilogue #meta #headcanon #opinion #the wizarding world

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doeilovr · 3 years

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Crushes and Peaches

requested by anon: they asked for a Jaehyun one shot, where he knows your crush on him. After a round of truth or dare only leads to a misunderstanding (since you’re shy) he ends up finding out about your crush on him. It’s with lots of fluff and a bit of smut hehe I tried I hope you like it :)

-> Genre: Jaehyun x femReader, Student Jaehyun, college au, fluff, a bit of smut

-> Warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol and drug use, suggestive themes

-> Word count: 3.5 k

You had known Jung Jaheyun for a while now. Going to the same college and having the same friends, you often found yourself hanging out with him. You would call him a good friend. But secretly you wished to call him your boyfriend.

On weekends after studying you would hangout with him and your friends at their dorm, drinking, eating and talking until the early morning. You would all go to parties , although you absolutely despised those. All just to see Jaehyun.

Your friends knew you had the biggest crush on him and would even tease you about it, yet you never saw Jaehyun get the hint.

After another long week of studying you were happily walking out of college, talking to Mark and Johnny and making plans for the weekend. You already saw yourself sitting on the sofa, slurping ice tea and watching TV, but Johnny and Mark had different plans.

“Jungwoo is throwing a party tomorrow”, Mark rubbed his hands in excitement. Johnny furrowed his brows, “Jungwoo was the engineering guy, right?” Mark chuckled, slapping his friend on the arm playfully. “Yeah, we’ve been to one of his parties before.”

You watched Johnny chuckle, slapping himself on the forehead. “Stupid me. I should smoke less.” You couldn’t help but laugh too. Johnny was the driver of your group that’s why he always sticked to smoking instead of drinking. Wasn’t really better, but he got you always home safely, so you didn’t complain.

Johnny drove all of you home after class too, whenever you finished at the same time, since your dorm was close to theirs. You were just walking to his car, when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulder, pulling you in a light side hug.

“What are my favorite people doing”, Jaheyun greeted you, a big smile across his face. You looked up to him, smiling nervously at the sudden contact and quickly averted your gaze when he caught your eyes. “Party at Jungwoo’s, tomorrow”, Mark summarized.

“That’s the engineering kid, am I right?” You and Johnny laughed in unison, Jaehyun was definitely spending too much time with Johnny. Mark only sighing. “You guys, seriously”, he mumbled, shaking his head with his typical cute giggle.

Johnny drove you to your place, the boys waving their goodbyes to you, before you disappeared in your dorm. You shared an apartment with two other girls, Yeri and Joy. And you were glad both of them were laid back and chill, since that gave you the opportunity to really relax at home.

Never in the world you could imagine yourself living in a dorm of 5, like your friends did. It was already enough to handle Mark and Johnny sometimes, but when a whole Yuta and Ten were home too, who were literally the life of the party themselves, it was always loud. Loud and honestly funny.

But maybe that was the reason you found yourself crushing over Jaehyun. Even if he was super outgoing, whenever you were with him, it was really chill and fun. He was entertaining and a good listener. And damn did he have a pretty smile. The way his dimples popped out always brought butterflies to your stomach.

You spent the rest of the day doing homework and relaxing. As you were lying down in bed, you got a video-call from Johnny. “What’s up”, you said, sitting up in bed again. Johnny was lying in bed, shirtless, which you tried to ignore. “Just wanted to make sure you were still alive after Jaehyun touched you today.”

You choked on your spit, shooting Johnny a warning glare. “What the fuck, John.” He laughed, shrugging at you. “It was a joke, y/n.” You sighed, leaning your head on your hand. “Are you calling me to say I should confess to Jaehyun? Because that’s not gonna happen”, you declared, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“Okay, listen. I was gonna say exactly that-“ you interrupted him with a loud and mocking laugh, “I knew it”, before he continued, “but now I got a different idea.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Johnny I’m not gonna send him nudes. That idea is and will always be out of question.”

You remembered the countless times Johnny had given you advice on how to win Jaehyun, but it had always been questionable things like sending him nudes or making him jealous. “You’re lame. Everyone likes a good-“ before he could continue, you raised your hand at him. “Please, don’t. I’m going to bed.”

Johnny mumbled some incoherent words, before he said goodnight and then you hung up, shaking your head in disbelief at his weird ideas. You didn’t want to lure Jaehyun into liking you. You wanted him to really like you, even if that meant you had wait a little. And maybe someday you would tell him about your feelings. Maybe. But maybe not.

The following evening, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror, holding up a white floral dress you had recently bought. Yeri was painting her toe nails at your desk, while Joy was lying on her stomach on your bed, watching you. They were always giving you fashion advice whenever you went to a party.

“God, y/n, you’re not going to church. Put that back”, Joy complained. You sighed in defeat, putting it back into the closet. “Wear the navy one, with the spaghetti straps”, Yeri wasn’t even looking your direction. You grabbed the dress from your closet, one you bought some time ago, but never had the courage to wear. You held it up, turning to Joy, who was looking impressed.

“This is it, honey”, she clapped, getting up from the bed to get your black heels from under your bed. Your friends just knew you too well. After getting dressed, Yeri curled your hair, while Joy put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye makeup. “Jaehyun will not be able to keep his eyes off of you tonight”, Joy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows and earning a laughter from you and Yeri.

You held Mark’s hand, entering the house and being welcomed by disco lights, dancing students and the deafening bass of bad guy. The rest of your friends had arrived earlier and were already spread out throughout the house.

Mark lead you to the kitchen, where Yuta was greeting you with a quick hug. “You look good”, Yuta winked and you smiled. He was such a flirt. Mark handed you a red cup, “I made it sweet”, he explained, almost shouting as the music was quiet loud in the kitchen. You took a sip, immediately tasting the sweet strawberry juice and almost forgetting it contained alcohol, if it wasn’t for the strong smell of wodka. Mark was watching you and smiled when you gave a thumbs up, turning away to talk to Yuta.

Your eyes went to the dance floor, where students were dancing wildly to a Lady Gaga remix. Your eyes wandered around until they stopped at Jaehyun’s tall figure, leaning against the wall across the room. He waved at you and even though it was too dark to see, you just knew his dimpled smile decorated his face.

You waved back at him, a shy smile playing on your lips. Mark put his hand on your waist, your attention wandering to him, “wanna dance”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him, unsure and shrugged, “I don’t know, Mark.” Your gaze went back to the dance floor and the crowd of students. The song was just changing into a popular song by the Weekend and you found yourself relax a bit.

Mark noticed the change in your expression, leading you to the dance floor. You carefully started to move to the beat, the cup of liquor in one hand. Mark knew you weren’t really into parties, so he made sure you felt somewhat comfortable, dancing around you until he saw you smile. Who wouldn’t smile seeing his goofy dance moves, come on.

The bass of the song was vibrating in your chest and you felt your feet and hips naturally move to the melody. Before you knew it you were losing yourself in the music, the alcohol making you loosen up more. Enjoying yourself, you closed your eyes, just trying to live in the moment.

As the song changed you opened your eyes again, finding a familiar figure standing in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight of no other than Jung Jaehyun, swaying slightly to the beat as he studied you. He looked insanely good in his black jeans and orange Hawaiian shirt, an unreadable expression on his face.

At that moment you were so thankful for the lights that prevented Jaehyun from seeing your panicked reaction. Oh god, why did he look at you with those eyes. Suddenly feeling way too nervous, you pointed at your cup. “Excuse me”, you yelled over the loud music, turning on your heel to head back to the kitchen.

You honestly didn’t even want another drink, or whatever it was that Mark had given you, you just neeeded to get away from Jaehyun and his handsome face. You did feel a bit bad though, leaving him standing on the dance floor like that.

Interrupting your thoughts, a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, startling you. You turned your head to find the host of the party, Jungwoo, grinning down at you. “Hey y/n”, he greeted. “Hi”, you shyly smiled. Jungwoo leaned down, a mixture of smoke and liquor filling your nose, “some of us are playing truth or dare. Johnny asked me to invite you”, he explained softly.

Johnny would never let you live, huh. You wanted to turn him down, but Jungwoo’s smile was way too sweet to say no to. “Lead the way”, you sighed in defeat. Jungwoo motioned with his head and you followed him through the kitchen, all the way to the back of the house, where it was a lot calmer.

There was a leather sofa on the side, yet everyone sat in a circle on the floor. You spotted Johnny on the floor, making sure to send him a death glare, but he only winked at you teasingly. On your right sat Mark and Yuta, laughing together. There were a few other students you had only see a few times on campus and - oh how you hated Johnny - Jaheyun turning his head around to look at you.

You didn’t spare him a glance and quickly sat down between Jungwoo and someone that was apparently called Haechan. “Alright”, Jungwoo lead the game, looking around the group, “I assume everyone knows the rules of truth or dare.” You nodded absentmindedly, your gaze fixed on the floor. You sat on your knees, your dress thankfully covering you legs. Still you felt super nervous, unconsciously chewing on your lips.

Jungwoo pointed to Haechan, “let’s start with you, Haechanie. Truth or dare?” Mark quickly lifted his hand, like the good student he was and you found yourself smiling at his cute action. You always asked yourself how someone like Mark ended up at parties like this.

“Your first kiss”, Mark blurted out, seeming genuinely curious. You almost chocked, asking yourself if you were the only one who didn’t want an answer to that. Haechan hummed next to you, deeply in thought. “Okay, here we go”, he snipped his finger, as he finally made up his mind.

Your head turned to the boy next to you and you did a double take, when you noticed Jaehyun staring at you. He was sitting on the right side of Haechan, facing you (of course).

Nervously you averted your gaze, focusing back on Haechan. “I’m not straight, but Joy from biology.” Your eyes widened at the familiarity of the name. Was he talking about your Joy? Your roommate Joy? You blinked at him in shock, while he earned a few high fives from his friends.

Haechan locked eyes with you, “Y/n”. You looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as everyone’s eyes fell on you. “Truth or dare?” You heard Haechan chuckle next to you. You nervously cleared your throat, “I’ll go with truth.”

The last time you had played truth or dare was at a party last year and when you chose dare you ended up in a closet with Yuta. He didn’t try anything, but rather told you funny stories from parties he attended in the past. You thought it was sweet and you actually enjoyed talking to him, but he got so wasted that night, you doubted he’d remember anything.

“What is your favorite thing about Jaehyun”, Haechan asked, dragging out his name. You just knew he had an evil grin on his lips, before your head shot up to meet his eyes. Your gaze wandered to Jaehyun, who was leaning back on his hands, tilting his head at you. He looked curious and you felt your heart beat fast in your chest.

What could you say? Everything. That was the truth, you liked every goddamn thing about this man. Damn, why did Haechan have to chose you for this stupid game. No, why did Jungwoo convince you to join in the first place.

You inhaled sharply, “well I think- I don’t know, his cheeks are cute”, you shrugged, your voice unnaturally high. Jaehyun smiled a bit at your answer, his dimples popping out and you felt like melting at the view. But then Haechan wheezed, “are you talking about his ass cheeks” and you suddenly felt like dissolving into thin air.

Jaehyun’s eyes widened and he averted his gaze. Yuta leaned forward, “wait did you two”, he murmured, motioning something wild with his hands. You felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment and looked anywhere but into Jaehyun’s eyes. “No of course not”, your voice sounded smaller than you intended.

“It’s okay, we got it y/n”, Jungwoo patted your back lightly, continuing the game. “Yuta, truth or dare?” While they continued, Jaehyun watched you intently, biting back the urge to grin. Your answer was just way too cute to handle. He wondered what else you found cute about him.

You kept your eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to do anything, as the game continued for some time. Why did you have to screw up so bad? This was so embarrassing.

“Excuse me”, you suddenly mumbled, getting up and leaving the group. You just wanted to go home, god, could Jaehyun ever look you in the eyes again? Were you exaggerating? You stopped in the kitchen, taking a shot of whatever was in the shot glasses and slammed the empty glass on the counter.

As you reached out for a second glass, a hand softly grabbed your wrist, holding you back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea”, a familiar voice mumbled. The music was loud, but the person stood so close behind you, his breath tickled your ear. You slowly turned your head, finding Jaehyun once again.

“Oh, you’re talking to me”, you said out loud, though it was meant to be a thought. Jaehyun chuckled. “Of course, I think a talk is long overdue between us”, he nodded, licking his lips. The way he said ‘between us’ made your heart flutter.

“I’m not good at talking, as you might have noticed earlier.” God, why were you so honest all of a sudden? You glanced at the liquor to your side, cursing yourself for taking a shot, as you had to deal with the consequences now.

Jaehyun chuckled again, this time it was a lot deeper. “Come with me”, he demanded, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. It was pretty crowded when you walked up the stairs, but the noise died down as soon as he closed a door behind you.

You walked into what looked like someone’s bedroom, examining the posters on the wall. The shot you took earlier suddenly got to your head and you sat down on the edge of the bed, holding your head. “Ok that was a bad idea”, you mumbled to yourself.

Jaehyun kneeled down in front of you, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked up meeting your eyes and smiled softly. You blinked a few times, feeling like getting lost in his beautiful eyes. “It hurts”, you whispered and Jaehyun widened his eyes at you. “What?” His voice was full of cornern as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek. “What hurts?”

Everything did. Your feet hurt in these damn heels and your head hurt from the alcohol. But most of all your heart hurt. Jaehyun was in front of you and you could tell him how you felt, but what if he wouldn’t like you back? Jaehyun tilted his head, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He looked at you with such adoration, you wondered if you might have just imagined it.

“My shoes”, you whispered, leaning forward to take them off and tossing them to the side. Jaehyun’s eyes wandered from your eyes to you lips, his other hand resting on your knee. Without wasting another second he captured your lips in a gentle kiss and you felt like your heart completely stopped.

It was so unexpected, when he pulled back you asked yourself if this was maybe just a dream. He softly smiled at you, seeing your puzzled expression. The room was dark, the only light coming from the fairy lights on the wall behind you, yet Jaehyun could perfectly see the smile that formed on your glossy lips.

“You taste like peaches”, Jaehyun whispered, getting up slightly to kiss you again. This time, he laid you down on the bed and hovered above you, while never breaking the kiss. His hands came down from your cheek to your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss.

Your hand traveled to his shoulders and then to the buttons of his shirt. You could feel him smile against your lips, as you unbuttoned the orange shirt slowly. “I’ve been waiting for a long time to do this”, Jaehyun confessed, his mouth moving to place little kisses on your neck. “You looked so hot when you danced earlier”, he whispered against your neck and oh god did his words have an effect on you.

You closed your eyes, drowning in Jaehyun’s kisses, your hands roaming around his toned chest. “Jaehyun.” Your voice was shaky and your head was spinning. Jaehyun stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching for yours. “Yes, baby?” You blinked at him, biting down on your lip at his words.

“I want to take it slow”, you whispered nervously, Jaheyun only nodding. “Of course. I like slow”, he smirked and you couldn’t help but giggle. He moved to lie down next to you, opening his arms to invite you to hug him. You put your head on his chest, arms hugging around each other’s bodies.

You kept lying in silence for some time, just listening to his heartbeat while calming down your own. Did that really just happen?

“Jaehyun?” He hummed in response, his chest vibrating under you. “Did you mean that? Were you waiting to, you know, kiss me?” Jaehyun chuckled, “yes, I meant it.” You lifted your head to look at him, you just couldn’t believe his words.

“I have liked you for a long time now”, he shyly admitted. You could swear his ears were turning red from embarrassment, but it was hard to tell in this lighting. “What?” You gasped slightly, making him chuckle again.

“But- I had a crush on you too?” You were shaking your head at him. Jaehyun’s hand stroked your back, “I know.” Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and you didn’t know whether to laugh or not. Were you really that obvious, or did someone tell him?

“I remember the first time I noticed you liked me back”, he smiled, his gaze wandering to the ceiling, as if he recalled memories. “I thought it couldn’t be. You liking me back? No way. But the more time passed, the more I knew.”

“But you didn’t say anything”, you furrowed your brows. Jaehyun’s eyes came back to yours. “I wanted to wait for the right moment I guess”, he shrugged, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ears.

You stared at him with a pout, putting your head down on his chest again. “You could have saved both of us from the embarrassment that was truth or dare”, you stated. It sounded like both a question and a realization and Jaehyun pressed his lips together. You were just too cute.

“I don’t care. We’re here now, right?” You lifted your head again, humming in response. It felt so good, now that you were finally with Jaehyun. You didn’t really know how this even happened, but you were thankful anyway.

So was Jaehyun. He felt like the luckiest guy ever, just lying here with you and knowing you liked him back. The muffled sound of the arctic monkeys song blasting downstairs and the feeling of your warm body entangled with his. It was perfect. You were perfect.

“By the way, is this Jungwoo’s room?” You giggled, your eyes roaming around the room again. Jaehyun hummed, “Jungwoo?” His hand drew patterns on your back, as he collected his thoughts. “Is that the engineering kid?”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this one shot, thanks again for requesting it! forgive me if there are any spelling errors, btw did you notice the innuendo in the title ;) just sayin

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cometcrystal · 3 years

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daphne blake character moments

because nobody knows what the hell to do with her

sdway thru tsds - chrissy chlapecka vibes. so clumsy she trips on air. very curious and nosy. severely underrated and spunky. also very karen from mean girls. she’s a bimbo ok and she DOES NOT GET KIDNAPPED AS MUCH AS YOU PEOPLE LIKE TO ACT LIKE SHE DOES

scrappy era - complete badass. would fistfight god if provoked. proud mother of one (1) scrappy. jack of all trades but in a chill way. one of the most confident daphnes by far, second only to:

pup - diva. her butler is an accessory. knows exactly how to insult you to make you cry in 7 seconds or less. would kick fred in the shins for 1 corn chip

ZI quartet - #girlboss. ryan bergara. very goal-driven and reminiscent of scrappy era daphne, but more aggressive now. a good choice for favorite daphne, but not my own pick

gunnverse - feminism 101 take on daphne but it’s okay because it’s sarah michelle gellar. martial arts is introduced here. stannable. the go-to for daphne fancams and the first daphne many people think of.

what’s new era - also kinda feminism 101 but more laid back. imo the most bland daphne. “my makeup is my battle armor” kinda daphne but she’s really sweet so its ok and i love her regardless.

get a clue - the only daphne that actually forreal has no personality (and it’s due to having 5 minutes of mostly silent screentime in this show)

sdmi - boy crazy/hopeless romantic. could have been handled much much better (so many missed chances w her family trauma) but she was my first daphne so i still love her.

CN live actions - theater kid/actress which was a weird choice? & return of diva daphne. also underrated and underrloved. tweets “i need to be loved” at least once a week

2010s DTVs - a little bit mean but mostly just tired of everyone’s shit (and rightfully so). has fangirl moments often. very vain but in a chill way

be cool - throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks (literally). has no identity due to growing up in a stifled rich household so is now doing literally everything. very annoying (affectionate). jack of all trades but in a manic way

daphne and velma - very peppy. spoiled but isn’t mean because she doesn’t know any better. grew up using only lisa frank stationery. might have my favorite sense of fashion out of all the daphnes

guess who - kind of reminiscent of her retro self but more bland. she’s still goofy and sweet tho just less so. the gang doesn’t do much in this series overall it’s ok i love them all still

scoob - the empath. which is kinda weird to me? shes been the heart of the group before but never the most empathetic and angelic. thatd be either fred or shaggy, depending. still a wonderful daphne all things considered but the arc feels shoehorned bc shes the "pretty" girl

most modern movies - 60% be cool daphne, 5% every other daphne. ultimate form. these movies are peak daphne. i love her so much she is so powerful and funny and a goofball and sweet and just the best. my fav daphne. YES maybe i’m biased!!!

#scooby doo #daphne blake #scooby meta

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codename-adler · 3 years

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foxes + onesies (9/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Kevin

every Fox has bad days

some bad days begin with a specific feeling

when Andrew feels ghost hands as he wakes up, when he feels his body too tight for his bones, or hid bones too big for his body

when Neil feels every sound like a knife to his skin, when the scars on his face feel like phantom pains, when he feels a grown man moves too fast, too close to him

when Allison feels jeans cling too much to her thighs, when her shirt brushes too much on her abdomen, when she feels the food she ate resting in her stomach

some bad days begin with a specific date

when it’s the anniversary of Tilda’s death, and Aaron cannot be in the same room as Andrew, no matter how far they’ve come

when it’s the anniversary the Boyds’ divorce, and Matt can’t leave Dan’s side for one second, no matter how strong their relationship is

when it’s the anniversary of Mary’s death, of Evermore, of Nathaniel’s last birthday, of Baltimore, and Neil can’t take a single look at himself in the mirror, no matter how many times Andrew worships his face with his mouth and his fingers

or, when it’s the anniversary of Kayleigh Day’s death, and nobody remembers, not even Wymack, and Kevin is all alone with this grief that is other, unlike any other he carries everyday, unlike anything he can compare to, and he doesn’t know how to feel anymore

Kevin vividly remembers that day, and he sees it luring around the corner as August approaches

but this time, there is no more Riko to worry about, no more mafia to be scared of, no more Ravens to antagonize him, no more Master to punish him for even attempting to grieve every year

and no more alcohol to make him forget

Kevin quit drinking the day they won championship, they day Riko was killed died

it’s been a year and a half, now, and Kevin still wants to drink the minute things get hard mentally

(it’s also been a year and a half since the Foxes started getting onesies, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, and only Allison remembers that summer where it all started)

so when Kevin enters his bad days, his bad weeks, the Foxes are used to his mood swinging back and forth between Queen of Assholery and Feral Fox

but Kevin isn’t

he isn’t used to feeling all of this, to always think, and think, and think, until everything inside his head is as loud as the outside, until it’s all too much

yet he’s still expected to go on

still supposed to function, to perform, to be a decent human being when he’s not even sure he even feels human anymore

and so when Kevin snaps, the Foxes are supposed to be used to it

they’re not

nobody is

it’s summer practice

the 9 Foxes came in early, before the two new recruits arrive

Kevin is in the middle of yelling at Neil, who is very much yelling back at him

there’s that moment very full of testosterone where each of them throw away their gloves and helmets and sticks

they’re an inch from each other’s face and then Kevin suddenly… stops

he completely stops

his face goes blank, his feet move him back, his arms go slack

he looks at Neil, and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could find an answer to a question he doesn’t know he’s asking

Neil, who has never learned to watch his mouth after all the trouble it got him into, keeps tearing into Kevin

Kevin keeps backing up and Neil keeps pushing further

but apart from his backwards movement, Kevin doesn’t react

pure apathy doesn’t suit him nearly as well as it did Andrew

the other Foxes are so silent, that between two of Neil’s breaths, they can all hear him whisper

“Stop.”

but Neil doesn’t hear him, or doesn’t want to

it gets so out of control, even Wymack has to step in, on the court, when he sees Kevin so unresponsive

it gets so bad, eventually Neil, too, stops his yelling and just looks at Kevin

and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could understand the question Kevin is asking an answer for with his pleading, green eyes

“Stop… Just- stop. I can’t- anymore… “

Kevin shakes his head and looks at the floor as hatred and hurt grip his guts

he takes another step back

suddenly he jerks his head back up and looks at Neil

“I hate you. God, I hate all of you.”

he looks at all his Foxes

then leaves

Kevin Day leaves the court

behind his back, he doesn’t see Matt holding back a furious yet teary-eyed Dan

he doesn’t see Renee leaving her goal to join Andrew’s side, her big racquet blocking his way

he doesn’t see Nicky putting his hand on Neil’s shoulder, squeezing in empathy

he doesn’t see Allison throwing away her racquet against the plexiglass wall with all that she’s got, fuming and hiding her tears

he doesn’t see Wymack matching over to Neil, a whole speech ready to give Neil his piece of mind

and he certainly doesn’t see Aaron collapsing to the ground, his hands holding his head and gripping his hair, his breaths shallow, his jaw clenched shut, his eyes dry yet red-rimmed

but from behind Kevin’s back, none of them see him either

they can’t see him losing his breath as he starts running away

they can’t see him clenching and unclenching his left hand

and they certainly can’t see him crying

the week that follows is undeniably tense between all the Foxes

that week also coincides with a lot of events

there’s the new Foxes’ arrival

there’s the start of classes

there’s the mandatory psych session with Betsy before Exy season starts

and there’s August 27th

Mom’s accident

Kevin remembers the day vividly, he truly does

he remembers because the week of the accident, he was supposed to start school for the first time, on September 1st

he had picked his outfit for the first day, he had new red Exy-themed shoes, he had even planned the lunch he wanted to have that day in his lunchbox (spaghetti squash casserole. yeah, weird kid.)

on August 27th, Mom didn’t come home

on August 27th, he went to the Moriyama property

on August 27th, he settled into a weirdly well-accommodated room that fit both him and Riko

on September 1st, he woke up with Riko and they prepared for their first day

on September 1st, Kevin wore his planned outfit, put on his red shoes

on September 1st, Kevin did not have spaghetti squash casserole

she left him nothing but an aversion for squash, red shoes, and Exy

which brings us as to why, on August 27th, as all the team is mandated to talk an hour with Betsy Dobson, Kevin Day volunteers to go first (with Aaron volunteering to go second and be the designated driver for the pair)

none of the Foxes have really talked to Kevin since the previous week’s outburst

Kevin has no other outlet for this painful day

it’s either talk to Betsy, or ruin 496 days of sobriety with one vodka bottle

the only words exchanged between Kevin and Aaron, on the drive to Reddin Medical Center, are, surprisingly, from Kevin

“Somebody should get you a new goddamn car.”

he doesn’t elaborate further than that, but Aaron looks at him strangely

his car really is garbage, though

once arrived at their destination, Kevin doesn’t wait for Aaron and bursts in Betsy’s office without warning

it takes at least half an hour of Betsy talking before Kevin gives up his silence

everything was already there, he just had to open his mouth and let his words fall

Kevin: I’ve been sober for 496 days. I’ve been thinking about my Mom’s anniversary for the past few weeks. That’s today, now. And last Friday, I told Neil, then the whole team, that I hated them. Care to unpack that for me?

Betsy: I can help you sort some things out, of course, Kevin. But this is your baggage. I’m afraid I can’t do this without your help. Why don’t you tell me more about this hatred you feel towards your teammates?

Kevin: I dont. Hate them. I don’t… I hate what they do to me. How they treat me. Their double standards. How they forget, how they dismiss. Mind you, I’m well aware of my asshole status. I know I am. But them… they’re… they’re mean. Vicious. They cut and stab and don’t care about what’s underneath. They don’t care that I helped them get the title of Champions. They don’t care that I was there every step of the way, that I was right there beside them when we played the Ravens, when we won. They don’t care that Riko died, that he once broke my hand, that I was legally kidnapped, that I went through hell and still lived to walk on my own two feet. They don’t care that I, too, once had a mom. They don’t care that my Mom died. They don’t care. To them, I’m still just a cunt. It’s unbearable. They don’t give a shit and I’m so, so tired, Betsy. I’m not asking for much. I just want… I want- I want them to let me breathe. I want them to realize that, I’m just like them. I’m a Fox. I’m a Fox as much as they are. I wake up everyday, and feel all this weight on my shoulders, in my stomach, on my heart, but I carry on anyways, and I don’t know why, but I do, just like them. Is that so hard to grasp? Is that so hard to accept? What am I doing wrong, Betsy?

Betsy: Oh, Kevin…

the rest of the session passes in a blur

Kevin talks about how every time he takes a photograph, he thinks of Kayleigh, of how brightly she smiles in all the photos Wymack has of her, of how he wishes he could take pictures of her with his own camera

Kevin talks about how every strong woman in the Irish folklore he reads about wears Kayleigh’s face

Kevin talks about how he thought Thea had been a bit like her, and how, in the end, she hadn’t been at all, she was her own woman, a woman he didn’t know and didn’t love, and how he thought he had lost a bit of Kayleigh again when they separated

Kevin talks

he talks

and Betsy listens

when his time is up, Kevin’s voice is hoarse with exhaustion and sadness

he lets Aaron in as he decides to take a run back to Fox Tower

his mind tries to guilt him into going back to the court, but between facing the Foxes after that and isolating himself in his dorm, Kevin knows what’s best for him

he is only disturbed in the late evening, when Wymack enters the dorm

even Neil, Andrew and Nicky hadn’t come back yet

Kevin knows something is wrong

Wymack isn’t supposed to be here

Wymack: Day… Listen, son.

Kevin sits up on his bed

Wymack: Argh, I’ll cut the bullshit. It’s Abby. There’s been an accident. Her car’s fucking scrap metal now. She was brought to the hospital 45 minutes ago, I just got the call. She’s going into surgery. We’ll all visit her in the morning.

Not again

Not Abby

What the fuck is this life?

Wymack: Number Seven wants to see you now. Don’t ask me why, I don’t wanna know. I’ll let her in, don’t make me regret this. Sleep good, son. I’ll see you tomorrow.

he opens the door, takes one last look at Kevin’s tense form, and leaves as Allison comes in

she’s wearing her giraffe onesie tied at the waist, with an oversized WALKER 09 t-shirt

she stands in front of Kevin until he looks up at her

Allison: Scoot over. We’re watching The Crown.

and Kevin, dumbfounded, lets her and moves

he finds himself quite intrigued by the storyline, enough to only worry about Abby with his fingers, fiddling with one of the giraffe’s horns

after the third or fourth episode, Allison starts to talk, eyeing Kevin’s fingers playing with her onesie

Allison: Wanna know the latest gossip? Even Andrew has a onesie, now. God, I can’t believe this is a sentence that exists. Andrew Minyard owns a fucking onesie. Do you know what that makes you?

Kevin stays silent, eyes fixed somewhere not quite on Ally’s laptop screen

Allison: That makes you the only Fox without one.

Kevin: Oh, so now I’m a Fox? Didn’t seem that way earlier. Or, like, ever.

the dealer chooses her next words very carefully

Allison: Just because we hadn’t seen it yet, just because we were too busy stuffing our heads up our asses, doesn’t mean you weren’t a Fox… I know, I know. Hard to feel like one when the others give you shit non-stop. Been there, done that. And now I’ve done it to you, too, and I’m… Sorry. We’re dysfunctional, there’s no changing that. But- We can do better. We’ll try, promise. I think you’ve made quite an impression on Betsy today, ‘cause we all received a good talk from her during our sessions. I mean, don’t expect Andrew running in to apologize, but, you know… Something about Betsy turning severe makes you re-evaluate your life choices. We’ll do better, Day.

Kevin looks at her, then

really looks at her

and nods

yet just as he turns his attention back to the screen, Allison leaves the Netflix page and googles “onesie adult”

Kevin: Oh, no. Absolutely not. Nope.

Allison: Oh, yes, yes, yessss!

but then, of course, there’s a knock at the door, and Allison gets up, opens the door, lets the person in, whispers something, and leaves

just like that

and oh

It’s Aaron

Aaron: So… Allison tells me you’re finally getting yourself one of those stupid pajamas too?

Kevin: I am not. What are you doing here anyway? The others will be back soon, I assume.

Aaron: Well, it’s my shift…

Kevin: Your what now?

Aaron: No, it’s not like that! We just… We thought you’d want some space because of… today… But then Abby… We didn’t want you to be alone.

Kevin: Really. Who’s “we”?

Aaron: The proud Palmetto State Foxes’ Exy team. All of them. You know, Dan, Matt, Renee, Allison, Andrew and Neil, Nicky… Me.

once again, Kevin can’t help but stare, deeply surprised

Aaron: Andrew and the others will be back for the whole night, but for now, it’s my turn. I wanted to take the first “watch”, but Allison said she had business to do with you. And I’m not getting in the way of that woman.

Kevin honest-to-God snorts

Kevin: If by “business” she meant bullying me into buying this onesie shit, then you should have gotten in her way. I’m not doing that. It’s fucking dumb.

Aaron: Hey!

Kevin: Aaron Minyard, don’t tell me you’ve participated in this madness…

Aaron: So what if I have? It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but I got one. And you don’t. So really, who’s dumb here?

Kevin: What is it??

Aaron: Not telling you.

Kevin: C’mon…

Aaron: Nope. You can’t bribe me. I’m not telling you shit. However, what I can telling you, is that it feels kinda wrong that we all have a pajama and you don’t…

Kevin: Oh my God, fine! What did the others get?

Aaron: Well, besides Ally’s giraffe, we got a tiger, a dinosaur, a teddy bear, you’ve seen Nicky’s unicorn nonsense, and I’m not quite sure about Andrew’s… Oh, and Neil’s is a fox, obviously. That predictable dumbass.

Kevin: Okay, well, I want a fox too.

Aaron: No, Kevin, you can’t.

Kevin: What? Why not!?

Aaron: Because. Neil’s already got a fox. Do you want to be a copycat AND a predictable dumbass?

and so until 1 AM, Kevin and Aaron bicker about each of Kevin’s suggestions (a Palmetto Foxes onesie, a USC Trojans onesie, an Irish-themed onesie, a white fox onesie, a gray fox onesie, and so on…)

when Andrew, Neil and Nicky come back into the dorm, Kevin’s almost laid all the way down on his bed, his head resting on Aaron’s elbow, as Aaron is sitting right next to him, laptop propped on a pillow and his fingers scrolling away

Aaron looks at Andrew, sighs, and looks at Kevin

they nod to each other, before Aaron gets up to go back to his dorm

Kevin sits up correctly when Aaaron is gone and Andrew approaches

Kevin pretends not to notice and googles one more idea, “brown fox onesie”

as he scrolls down and down and down, Andrew looks over his shoulder

and points at one picture

Andrew: That one. Now go to bed. We’re getting up at ass-o’clock tomorrow.

for the third time this evening, Kevin is shocked

he does look at Andrew’s pick attentively, though, and decides to go with it

that night, even if images of Abby covered in blood plague him for at least an hour, Kevin falls asleep to the memory of Aaron’s skin against his cheek, which somehow translates into dreams of Kayleigh resting both her hands on his cheeks as they sit in a field of wildflowers

a couple of weeks later, Kevin doesn’t tell the team his onesie has arrived

but he is forced to admit it when, for Halloween, they organize a huge party for themselves only, where they decided to wear their pajamas as costumes for the night

Kevin feels so stupid in his outfit

he even had to buy a LARGE because he’s so fucking tall

but it still feels… comfy… warm… not so bad…

maybe this can work for him…

it’s only when he steps into the girls’ living room that a problem arises

Aaron: What the fuck is this.

Kevin: Hum… A brown fox? Technically, Neil’s is orange, so you can’t shit on me!

Aaron: That- That’s not a fox, Kevin! What the fuck.

Kevin: Okay, well what are you then?? A mutant mouse?

Aaron: What are you- Oh my God, you don’t know what Pokemons are.

with that, Aaron turns around and yells for his twin

Aaron: ANDREW JOSEPH FUCKING MINYARD. YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU? YOU BASTARD.

he storms off yelling

Kevin only reunites with Aaron at the end of the night, on the girls’ balcony, both sober

Kevin: You know, for someone who pushed me so much to do this stupid thing, you’re not being very nice about it. I know you wanted me to be “original” or whatever, but it’s not like I look like Neil! Why are you so upset?

Aaron: Kevin. It’s not a fox.

Kevin: Oh for God sake’s Aaron, you-

Aaron: It’s a Pokemon, Kevin. They’re like little monsters, kind of, and it’s a videogame, but there’s anime, manga, and collectible cards and… I used to- I used to collect those. Before. I lost them, now, but see this? This is one of them. It’s the main Pokemon, actually. His name’s Pikachu.

Kevin: Okay… Who am I, then?

Aaron: You… You’re Eevee.

Kevin: And what’s “Eevee”…?

Aaron: Pikachu’s girlfriend.

and oh.

Oh.

Kevin: Andrew didn’t tell me… The little fucker. I thought- Sorry. I didn’t mean to be another pawn in one of Andrew’s little games. Why did he do that to you?

Aaron: I think you know why.

Kevin looked at Aaron

Aaron looked at Kevin

Kevin: Fuck.

Aaron: Yeah, that.

Kevin: What?

Aaron: Nothing!

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin slowly invaded Aaron’s space until his back touched the railing, and placed one hand on each side of the backliner

Aaron looked up at Kevin

Kevin looked down at Aaron

Kevin: Okay?

Aaron: Okay.

and Kevin grabbed Aaaron by the hoodie of his pajama, and pulled him close, closer, closer, closer, until their lips met, at last

it was a long-awaited kiss, a careful kiss, a kiss of home and yes and oh and warmth and safe

Kevin reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead on top of Aaron’s, knowing they have very little time before the other Foxes found them snogging on the balcony like a goddamn cliché

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin: I’m gonna ask you something stupid, and you can’t punch me for it, okay?

Aaron: Fine, okay.

Kevin: Do you want to be the Pikachu… to my Eevee?

Aaron: YOU FUCKING MORON!

and with that, Kevin burst out laughing, as if the Foxes’ attention wasn’t already on them the second Aaron started yelling

Allison and Matt knowingly started whooping with their beers raised for a toast

Dan was facepalming hard, shaking her head, but smiling nonetheless

Renee smiled her genuine, angelic smile while clapping Nicky on the back as he choked on his drink

Neil, arms crossed, watched the scene unfold with contentment

and Andrew. Andrew had no reaction at all. at all.

he was looking at his nails, no knife in sight, no fucks given

which, in Andrew’s language, meant everything

and so that October 31st was one for the books, the books about the good days, the good feelings, the good memories

because the Foxes had those, too

Kevin Day had good days

Aaron Minyard had good days

Allison Reynolds and Renee Walker had good days

Dan Wilds and Matt Boyd had good days

Nicky Hemmick had good days

Neil Josten had good days

even Andrew Minyard had good days

God knows they deserve them

these onesies, as silly, as stupid, as corny, as childish as they may be, were a proof of that

a proof that the Palmetto State Foxes could be better, could do better, and could get better

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