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joeys-babe · 3 months

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Joey B Imagines: Light My Fire*

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Summary: Flashback. You and Joe are at LSU and so in love. Joe’s win of the National Title turns into a night you two will remember forever…

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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January 13, 2020

He did it. Joe fuckin’ did it.

After everything I’d watched Joe go through, from high school football to not starting at Ohio State to transferring, I got to witness Joe become a National Champion.

I'd never felt so proud of my boyfriend before, watching him hoist that trophy in the air as I cried in Robin’s arms.

“He did it!” - you cried

“He couldn't have done it without you sweetie. You're his everything.” - Robin

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When Joe came to the family area, he first hugged his parents, him and his dad sharing such a sweet moment.

After their embrace ended, Joe turned to me, and in a matter of seconds, I was in his arms as he spun me around.

“I love you so much!” - Joe

“I love you more! You did it, Joey! I'm so proud of you.” - you

My words were mumbled as I was yelling them into his neck, but Joe understood every word.

“You know I couldn't have gotten this far without you? Thank you for everything, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this journey. I'll follow you wherever you go.” - you

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing that they were a little misty.

“I love you more than life, y/n.” - Joe

The embrace with Joe lasted longer than anticipated, like a whole five minutes, and I could sense eyes on us.

When I pulled away from Joe, Robin had a slight eyebrow-raised expression, wondering why Joe hugged me longer than her. She understood a little bit because she knew Joe saw his future in me.

“Hey, you're still spending the night with me, yeah?” - Joe

You'd be able to hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at his face like I was now.

“Yes. Why?” - you grinned

“I'm feeling some celebratory…” - Joe

My eyes went wide when Joe whispered the word sex.

“Joseph! Your parents are right behind us.” - you

Joe laughed at my worriedness and looked around to make sure his parents weren't watching us. The next thing I knew, Joe slipped his hands down to my ass and pressed his lips to mine.

When we broke apart, Joe licked his lips and showed me a devilish grin.

“You might wanna take a power nap when you get to my place, it's gonna be a looong night for you.” - Joe

Soon, Joe was walking away and back toward the locker room entrance, leaving me stunned.

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I didn’t know how long I'd been asleep or the fact that I'd been asleep at all when Joe walked through his apartment door.

“There's my girl.” - Joe grinned

Joe dropped his bags and made his way over to the couch, quickly crawling on top of me with a smirk on his face.

“My national champion.” - you smirked

I watched Joe’s eyes turn dark as the nickname left my lips.

“Say it again.” - Joe

“My national champion.” - you

“Fuck.” - Joe grunted

He dropped his hips to where they were against mine and slowly started grinding himself into my hips.

“Wait-” - you

Joe immediately stopped.

“What?” - Joe

“Do you… have a cigar?” - you

“I got a whole pack of ‘em, why?” - Joe

“It sounds weird to admit out loud, but you looked so hot smoking it earlier.” - you

The smirk that formed on Joe’s lips was purely cocky.

“You want me to smoke one while we make love, huh baby?” - Joe

“Please, Joey.” - you

Joe nodded and crawled off of me. I watched him walk over to his bag and pull out a box of cigars. He sat them down on the kitchen table and quickly pulled all of his clothes off.

The sight of Joe putting the unlit cigar in his mouth while completely naked might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. With his perfect arms, torso, shoulders, thighs, and hard-awaiting length, my eyes didn't know where to look.

If I could grab my phone and take a picture of this sight, I would, but there were too many risks.

Joe laughed without even looking up at me.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” - Joe

Did he read my mind? What the hell?

Doing as Joe said, I picked up my phone off of the end table and snapped a picture.

“You're a work of art.” - you

“Thank you.” - Joe smiled

Joe walked back over to the couch and plopped down next to me, handing me the lighter in the process.

“Light it.” - Joe

“I- how?” - you

My brain was scattered just by the pure sight of Joe. He was like a drug.

Delicately, Joe reached out and grabbed my hand, directing it toward his throbbing cock. My pulse reacted when he spit into my hand and wrapped it around his length.

Next, Joe directed my other hand - the one holding the lighter - to the cigar held loosely between his lips.

“Atta girl.” - Joe

Now the cigar was lit, and Joe looked more perfect than ever.

“You know how to stroke a cock, baby. I don't gotta show you how to do that too, right?” - Joe

“N-no…” - you

“Then get to it.” - Joe

Feeling kinda awkward for some reason, I slowly started moving my hand. Joe seemed to appreciate it, though.

The look of Joe’s head thrown back with the cigar in his mouth had a gush of wetness seep into my panties.

“Oh god.” - Joe groaned

By now, I was feeling more confident and was able to stroke him faster.

“Use your mouth- please.” - Joe

His please came out as a whimper, and I gladly did as he said. Moving my head down to take Joe in my mouth, he was gone in just a matter of minutes.

“That was so good.” - Joe

I was out of breath and already feeling pain in the back of my throat from Joe’s swollen cock hitting the back of it.

“You okay, beautiful?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

“You sure? Was I too rough?” - Joe

“No, you were perfect like always. I want you so bad.” - you

Within seconds, Joe was on top of me, his cigar only inches away from my face.

“God, I want inside you.” - Joe

“Please do.” - you

Joe didn't waste any time, and soon I was getting lost in the feel of his thick cock moving inside me.

“You feel so good- so fuckin’ wet.” - Joe

Nothing was better than this, being able to be so vulnerable with someone and yet feel so confident. Joe made me feel so many different feelings.

“You do- too. Joey.” - you moaned

Joe came first, which never happened. He was always making sure that I finished before him because my pleasure was the only thing on his mind. Tonight, though, was Joe’s night, and I was trying my hardest to make him feel like the champion he was.

Basking in the post-sex bliss, Joe lay on top of me, his head on my chest as my hand rubbed over his back.

“I'm so proud of you.” - you

“Thank you for always believing in me. Throughout high school, at Ohio State, and when I transferred. You were always there in the stands and on the sidelines. You've been one of the biggest reasons why I didn't give up. I know nothing I can say will show how appreciative I am, but just know I love you so fuckin’ much. More than the championship win.” - Joe

I ran my fingers through Joe’s hair and repeatedly kissed his forehead, my throat tightening and heart soaring at each word leaving his mouth.

“I've been there since the bleached blonde hair, seen you through two mullets, and I'll be there till you're fully grey or bald.” - you

“I hope I don't go bald, I'll get a toupée.” - Joe

Busting out laughing at his less-than-serious statement, Joe and I’s laughs joined together to make a beautiful soundtrack of the night.

At one point, Joe was almost asleep, but a knock on his apartment had us both wide-eyed in panic.

“Joey!” - Robin

“Your parents are here?!” - you whisper yelled

Joe jumped off of the couch and started putting his clothes back on, I ran into the bedroom when I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door.

“They're probably already sleeping. I forgot I had a key.” - Robin

Thankfully, I was in Joe’s bedroom with the door shut when Robin got the door open.

“Oh, hi son…” - Jimmy

“Hey guys! Didn't know you were coming…” - Joe

“Surprise! Where's y/n?” - Robin

“She's, uh… just got out of the shower.” - Joe

Jimmy laughed, and Joe looked at him with a narrowed eye look. His face saying, what are you laughing at?

“So you two were celebrating?” - Jimmy

“Uh… what do you mean?” - Joe

“Son, your shorts are on inside out and your shirts backward.” - Jimmy

My shoulders dropped in annoyance as I listened to the conversation from the bedroom. So much for not getting caught.

I facepalmed as Joe stuttered out an excuse, but Jimmy and Robin only laughed. If his parents didn't know we had sex before, they sure as hell do now.

Damn it, Joe!

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v3nusxsky · 3 months

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Mommy knows

*Authors note~ long time no see people! This is definitely inspired by the last week of so of my life, and I thought this would be the perfect fic to get me back into posting for y’all again. Apologies to the anon for adding things they didn’t specifically mention. Come along for the tornado of emotions with me and enjoy the ride*

Trigger warnings~ mommy dom (LW) subby (L) pinning love sick Lesso, distance, phone sex? Sexting, slightly bratty Leo degrading praise slight angst? Hints of age regression easily skipped over

Prompt~see ask^^^^

The Dean of Evil could never have anticipated she’d be in this state right now, after all the clue was in her title. Evil. Yet right now she couldn’t look the furthest thing from evil even if she tried. In fact, one could say that the salty tear drops caressing her pale cheeks, the almost childish way she’d clutched on the blanket wrapped around herself as she tried to make herself look smaller and the intricate tangles of her fiery curls made her look quite pathetic actually. Weak she’d argue. But there’s nothing weak at falling to the curse of love sickness.

Larissa left for Nevermore 10 short hours ago, and Leonora was missing her lover terribly, so terribly that eating, sleeping, showering and drinking were all things that made her feel physically Ill. The pillows still smelt like her blonde lover, the blanket she was snuggled up in being a poor attempt to mimic the blondes arms, all meant leaving this bed was not happening. Perhaps if she stayed in bed Larissa would strut into the room like she had the previous weeks before. Droplets of water falling from her enchanting locks of hair, towel snuggly tied just above her milky white breasts that Leonora adored so much. The towel of course just kissed the tops of Larissa’s thighs due to her height, something Leo found herself missing. She was jealous of how the towel would be close to Larissa (instead of her) which of course would have had the blonde woman chuckling before joining Lesso on the bed.

Memories seemed to plague the red head, her phone holding photos and videos of their time together only seemed to make her crave her girlfriend more. If one thing Leonora was sure of, it was that distance from Larissa Weems was something she hated entirely. Watching the blonde leave as they both sobbed was now ingrained inside her mind, a constant reminder of much fun they’d had together, that had now ended. Of course both women knew it would end, school semesters were approaching and Nevermore wouldn’t run without it’s amazingly devoted principal weems, and of course it was Lesso’s job to help create a balance between good and evil this year. But now, three days before the semester is due to start, lesso can’t find it in her to care, so what do good wins again? If she has her Isa then that’s all that counts.

Arriving back at Nevermore was bittersweet for sure. On one hand the blonde was glad to be home but on the other she’d left her heart back at the school for evil. Now wandering the halls of Nevermore she felt numb. Alone. Numb. Lost. A shell of her former self before her holiday trip. Much like her lover, nothing felt right anymore, she found herself looking for Leo, to be waiting for the next bratty comment so she could swiftly put her sweet girl back in her place. But it never came, because she was alone.

Larissa had warned two close friends of hers she would be in need of assistance upon her arrival, Marilyn and Mortica Addams seemed to have forgotten that as they were no where to be seen. All staff had to be back at the grounds today to prep for the students arrival within the next 48 hours. So it hurt to feel so alone even though she knew people who were meant to care were around. What hurt Larissa most was to see both her friends happily chatting away in the halls while she could hardly keep herself upright due to the ache in her heart. If only Leonora was here, then she wouldn’t be alone at all. Perhaps that’s why Larissa made her way to her office and locked herself away from the world. Who wants to see love and joy when they’ve had there’s taken away by a long distance.

Texting and calling felt wrong now. How can something that had been a life line before, feel so empty and wrong now? It should’ve been like going back to normal but instead it felt new and well odd. Things didn’t change, Larissa still reminded her dove to eat, drink and to try not to kill anyone every day, just like she had every day since they took this step together. And sometimes Lesso would listen, but only sometimes. Yet both women could feel the ache the presence of their other half had left. This well and truly sucks.

Eventually, life got back into the swing of things, both women being overloaded with work meant there wasn’t much time to overthink the ache in their chests. But Larissa had noticed a few things, as busy as Wednesday Addams had her, she could never not notice her Doves needs. See Larissa often knew then before Leonora did. It had been weeks since the last bratty smart mouthed comment, weeks since she’d seen Leo let her guard down and slip out of the dean head space. So it would’ve been weeks of headaches and built up emotions that the red head was locking away from the world, herself, and her mommy. And that just wouldn’t do, so naturally the blonde found the needed solution.

Lesso could not sleep. She’d been trying for hours now. The problem? She wanted Larissa. Well mommy, but now wasn’t the time for those thoughts, no matter how much she craved her mommy’s touch or her ability to always know just what to do. Yet for hours all she could do is think and crave and battle this problem. A dull vibration caught her attention, immediately she knew just who caused it.

“Dove, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s much to late for my sweet girl to be up”

Damn it! How did she always know when lesso broke a rule. Immediately a quick smart response was sent on its way, and this continued back and forth.

“I don’t want to. And I’m not sweet”

“But you are my darling girl, and you need to sleep sweetheart, you promised to look after yourself until I can come home to do so”

“I don’t care anymore. You can’t make me”

“Oh but I can Dove, don’t be a brat and listen to mommy”

“Fuck you”

The bubbles popped up and disappeared a few times as the red head was sat worrying her bottom lip waiting for the response that never came, instead the shrill ringing sound filled the room instead. Fuck. Taking a quick breath she hit answer.

“Care to repeat that dove?” She growled out causing the red head ti shake her head negative before remembering that Larissa couldn’t see her. “Leonora, do not make me repeat myself” quickly followed her silence.

“No mommy, I- I didn’t” she stuttered now only realising her mistake of letting her temper flare.

“You didn’t what baby? You didn’t mean to be a brat? You didn’t mean to get my attention in the wrong way because you can’t use your big girl words? Or you didn’t mean to hurt mommy? Which one is it my darling?” By the tone she could tell her mommy wasn’t happy and that made the guilt start to bubble in the lower part of her stomach.

“Last one, I’m sorry” was whimpered into the phone as her eyes glassed over with a sheen of unshed tears. Truly, she didn’t want to hurt her lover’s feelings but the emotions had built insanely high and craved release in the way only she could provide.

“Oh so you aren’t sorry for being a bratty dove? Hmm? That just won’t do now will it?” The sentence itself looking like a question but deep down the redhead knew the implied meaning just by the sheer tone of voice.

“No mommy, I’m sorry I’ll try to be good! Just miss you really bad” Leonora whimpered into the phone, not sure what she wanted other than to go back and be Larissa’s good dove. The tell tell beeps of the phone hanging up was enough to shock Leonora back to reality. She’d really been hung up on…

But she wasn’t alone with her thoughts for long, pictures and messages filled her phone, her mommy show casing everything Leonora could have had. Every picture and every dirty text message detailed how Larissa wanted to play with her slutty toy but was a solid reminder of just what she’d lost.

“Mommy! Please I’m sorry I’ll be good I’m sorry mommy” the redhead begged after attempting to call her girlfriend back only to be ignored, she knew just what Larissa Weems would be doing, her own private quarters had mirrors everywhere, the angles were perfect and lesso knew how heavenly her whines and mewls of pure pleasure sounded like, this wasn’t fair at all.

An hour. 60 whole minutes. That’s how long the torture of begging and being ignored or denied went on. It was safe to say lesso was going insane until Larissa finally answered her call, out of breath with her signature teasing tone that was just for Leonora. “Poor baby, did you need mommy? Poor little whore of mine wanted mommy to let her see hmm?”

Tears started to fall as her need to be corrected, loved and comforted back to one piece again rose to the fore front of her mind. “I’m sorry mommy. Please help me I’m sorry I needed that, I’ll be good now I promise let me be good for you.” With a quick click of the button the phone call became a video call. Larissa being as naked as the day she was born, a beautiful flush covering her pale body due to her previous activity. “Be a doll for me then and get mommy’s favourite toys for you to use on yourself” she instructed as lesso scrambled off the bed to do so, “but crawl pup! Show me what a pretty bitch you can be for me.”

Stings of humiliation was soon covered by pride as Larissa groaned at the sight of the strong put together woman on her knees because Larissa demanded it, she’d made her lover feel good and that never failed to encourage the dean. Perhaps that’s how she ended up with the special dildo that Larissa had gifted her for Christmas magically thrusting in and out of her needy cunt. Her magical ability being used to mark up her pretty thighs at Larissa’s demand. All while Larissa murmured the most filthy words possible to her bratty girl.

“Mommy! Hurts! Please wanna cum” the poor woman squeezed while trying to squirm away from the magical toy. She knew the rules and would do near enough anything to follow them. Having her mommy’s attention now, she most definitely didn’t want to lose that. “Poor baby, is mommy hurting you?” The faux concern drew a whimper from Lesso, “no I can’t be, look at how you’re soaking my thick dick with your slutty juices sweet girl, look at your pretty cunt for me.” On instinct both pairs of eyes focused on Leonora’s sex soaked core.

“Good pup for me aren’t you dove? My good girl? Such a perfect slut for me. Mine. You’re mine Leonora, say it” Larissa almost growled causing the dean to fall into submission. “Yes mommy’s. I’m mommy’s please please please!” By now all she knew was Larissa. This sweet torture finally breaking down her walls, all the heartache, the fear, the sadness and the loneliness was gone and replaced with Larissa. This, them making each other feel good, would always be right. “That’s all my sweet baby needed hm? You needed mommy to break you down huh? My good little pup, let go darling, cum for me my love” was all the permission she needed as her inner walls milked the faux cock for all it was worth and Larissa’s praised flew around her brain, creating the beauty of sub space.

Sub space was one of Leonora’s favourite headspace’s for sure, she was safe,content, loved and well fucked. Normally Larissa would be met with a dopey smirk and soft lingering touches as her girlfriend cling to her body. Not having this safety blanket was what caused the red head to start sobbing as she came back to reality. “Oh my darling girl, what’s wrong Leo? What can I do sweet girl? What can mommy do?” Larissa coed down the phone hoping to somehow help. Truly seeing Leonora so upset was devastating. “Want you” was gasped out as the tears now consumed her body and breathing was a struggle, “please” she whimpered so quietly, sounding absolutely heartbroken. “I know sweet girl, I’ll be back soon my love, you must talk to me darling, don’t keep this all bottled up inside. I miss you terribly too Leo. Much more than I have missed anyone before. I love you my sweet little dove.”

They say time heals all wounds, but this time all time did was provide a simple bandaid, simply holding the hearts together until they could be back in one piece. A temporary solution to a temporary problem. Naturally this situation occurred more than a few times while both women had to be apart, and it soon became more normal but odd at the same time. But every day was that one day closer to being able to hold each other again. To be home.

Word count~ 2376

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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hiii !! i was wondering if u would write a comfort fic with a bakugo x gn!reader where theyre really struggling with taking care of themselves and gone down like a depressive spiral without him knowing until they finally just broke down. i was thinking the reader would have a telekinetic quirk and they never really used it before but they use it all the time to even do simple things. sorry this is so depressing LMAO but i love ur work !! 🖤🖤

Aw! Omg thank you <3 I'm so glad I have such devoted readers on here guys 😭 it really makes me wanna shit and sob and run laps rn abshdnakshbsnx

Also ofc I will :D

I love the angst so you bet imma make this as dramatic as possible

Masterlist <3

Katsuki x GN!Reader- Sink or Swim

You could tell it was getting bad again. You were hesitant to go to class or training, you no longer had any interests in your hobbies, even thoughts of your friends were interrupted by "you know they wouldn't care if they never saw you again."

And on top of that, it's was so, so hard getting out of bed in the mornings, and being motivated get stuff done. You had started being repeatedly late to class and you were skipping meals, convinced that after all of the minimal effort you've put in, you weren't deserving of a hot meal anymore.

You don't deserve a place in this school, and you don't deserve the title of a hero. You're just not good enough.

Almost every week you're introduced to yet another tragically disadvantaged youth who's given life and limb just to have a shot at being a hero, and you can't help but feel so undeserving. What use are you, even? The only quirk you have is telekinesis, and even then, it's really not very strong.

Your best friend and partner, Katsuki Bakugou, hasn't even realised just how bad things have been getting, and even though you know you're being a little harsh for expecting him to know when things are wrong even when you haven't talked about it, you can't help but feel a little upset.

During the next week or so, your foul mood only gets worse, and when you realise that your friends are actively trying to avoid you, that's when you break.

They were only giving you a little space because they thought you were having a rough time, and they didn't want to set you off since they knew they could be a rowdy group. It was Mina and Denki who thought it would be best, since they both haven't had the best of luck with sensitive people, and this proves it even more.

You spend the week stuck in your room, not coming to class and instead spending your time staring at the wall of your room, the drab, grey surroundings being a perfect match for what you're feeling.

It's Friday, and your room hasn't seen the light of day since Saturday. You've been crying every day into the soft plush that Katsuki won for you at a fair on his first try, despite your many attempts. You had refused to use your quirk because it wouldn't have been a real win. He'd found that kind of adorable. Stupid, but adorable.

Katsuki had come knocking on your door a few times, but every time you had sent him away with an "I'm sick, babe. I'll be better soon..." Or something along those lines. At this point though, he was at his fucking limit.

"Open the door before I blast it off its fucking hinges. Let me see you! You know being sick isn't a fucking excuse when we've got recovery girl! I've kept Sensei off your ass for a fucking week already, now let me see my fucking partner! I'm worried about you- you're not sick, did you think I'm some kind of dumbass?!"

Your bottom lip wobbles as you listen to him banging on your door. Of all things, you could probably learn to live with not deserving your dream carreer or your place in this school, but not him. The thought that you don't deserve him eats at you every fucking day.

He goes well above and beyond for you, and why? Because you're lucky enough to have caught his attention? It makes you feel physically sick to think about all of the other people out there that could give him more than you ever have. Maybe you should stop running from him though.

Ever so slowly, you get up out of bed, dressed in one of his loose shirts and a baggy pair of sweats. And when you finally open the door, Katsuki can really take in how much you've let yourself fall apart. You really do look sick, but not with the flu, and it breaks his fucking heart.

Immediately his eyes are glossed over and filled with remorse at the fact that he hasn't been here for you, and he opens his arms for you, ushering you into a hug that's far gentler than any other he's given you. It feels so good.

"Shit... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here. Fuck."

"It's not your fault!"

He squeezes you tighter as you cry into his chest. It's times like these that you thank your lucky stars for being shorter than him, because it makes him the best person to hug, and one of his hands buries itself into your tangled hair as he pets you, slowly guiding you back into your room.

You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

He spends the rest of the day cuddling you, your legs tangled together under the sheets while you nap and he watches over you. And you're not surprised when, the day after, he's forcing you to get up out of bed.

"Get up, lazy ass!"

"Noooo!-"

It makes a rather comical picture as he's got one hand around your ankle while you mock tears and cling to the bed frame, struggling against your much stronger boyfriend when he tries to drag you out of bed.

"Help me clean this ugly ass room! Dumbass! If you love me you'll help clean this pig sty!"

"God! Fine! It's not that big a deal- please!"

He finally lets you go and gives you an unimpressed look, since you can't even see the floor in the mess you've let collect, and as you get up and trip over a sock, he only snorts in amusement, giving you that "I told you so" look.

He really does help to distract you from your feelings when you're with him, and every time you try to thank him for it you're met with a chaste kiss to the lips, which has you blushing and stuttering in seconds. He could never get tired of that sight.

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vintagetvstars · 13 days

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Rue McClanahan Vs. Barbara Stanwyck

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Rue McClanahan - (Golden Girls, Maude, Mama's Family) - Listen to me. I have never understood celebrity crushes until I first witnessed Rue McClanahan. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - just look at her!! Gorgeous eyes, the cutest nose, a SPECTACULAR smile - she has this adorable, princess-like quality about her AND she's also a complete hottie AND she's aware of it: she HAS THE RANGE, people!! Her two most famous roles are polar opposites, in fact: she starred in the role of naive, gentle Vivian Cavender-Harmon in Maude (and I mean. Just look her up and tell me that's not an angel!), and then went on to gain even more well-deserved fame and success as the seductive, extroverted Blanche Devereaux in The Golden Girls (a role for which she won an Emmy in 1987 - her amazing, hilarious acceptance speech can be found here: . I should also point out that both of these are comedy characters and she is HILARIOUS as them both - the comedic timing, the delivery, the expressions, she was a comedy queen!!! As for her personal life, she was just a darling - and also very funny in person, not just in her acting roles! She was a staunch supporter of gay rights and a big advocate for same-sex marriage in the US, as well as a vegetarian and a big defender of animal rights. She suffered from illness in her later years which greatly impacted her health, but she was still very active up until her death in 2010, and she even released a wonderful autobiography in 2007 titled "My First Five Husbands... and the Ones Who Got Away". In her interviews she's always gentle, soft-spoken (her voice. dear god. sweet mother Aphrodite I cannot weave I am overcome with gay thoughts), and kind, but also sharp, witty, and just a delight to watch. I could go on forever talking about her honestly. I am actually in love with her and you should be too. She's just the best! Here, have some additional pics: (pics below the cut)

Barbara Stanwyck - (The Big Valley) - she was my favourite character in the entire show when I was little and I just think more people should see that she's one of those actresses who looks even prettier as they age

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Rue McClanahan:

The Hottie™️ of the Golden Girls, she was definitely a GILF. And her character's shenanigans were Emmy-winning but no less fun and her outfits were always on point and gorgeous, befitting her perfectly.

she!!!

as Vivian, with her fellow hottie Bea Arthur as Maude

as Blanche - look at those eyes!!!

come on, tell me you wouldn't do anything for that smile, I dare you

in her contract she specifically requested to be given all of Blanche's clothes and SHE WAS RIGHT

Okay so first of all. Rue has this way of moving around and looking at you that just-- I mean, I'm ace, but I *get* the allos. She's hot and she knows it (and she plays a character in The Golden Girls who's in her 50s, hot, and knows it as well. Which, talk about perfect casting??) But I'm mostly here to talk about the fact that she said this in her Emmy acceptance speech (paraphrased because I'm sharing the video with the right timestamp, and you should absolutely watch up until 3:40, because her delivery is UNMATCHED): "My mother said to me once [...] 'Oh, Eddi-Rue, for heaven's sake. Don't you know every kick's a boost?' There've been a lot of kicks, and there've been a lot of boosts. I'm not going to mention the people who gave me kicks... but you know who you are. And you'll be in the book." (Seriously though, do yourself a favour and watch that video. She's amazing!!) She said this, and proceeded to WRITE THE BOOK, titled "My first five husbands, and the ones who got away", which is *incredibly* funny, and such an earnest look into her life. She opens the acknowledgements with "This book is about my life and experiences as I lived them, and anyone who doesn't like it can jolly well lump it." And I mean... she's awesome. I could go on.

Rue McClanahan @ The Emmy Awards 1987

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#vintage tv stars poll #tv ladies 1 #rue mcclanahan #barbara stanwyck #Youtube

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Deadly, Deadly.

Pairing: Yandere!Yae Miko x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Mentions of Death, Abusive Power Dynamics, and Unhealthy Relationships.

The bowl sitting before you contained exactly eight red berries.

You should know – you’d been counting them, over and over again, for the past ninety minutes. Eight tiny, identical, glossy pearls just dredged up from the ocean’s floor and painted a stunning shade of scarlet that reflected your blood-soaked, distorted reflection more and more uncannily with each passing second. You’d recognized them as soon as one of her shrine maidens placed the bowl in front of you: Serpent’s Eye, named for their color, their tendency to grow in close proximity to Orobashi’s remains, and their highly debated toxicity. In some villages, it was said that a quarter of a berry would be enough to kill a grown man in an instant, while others claimed that it’d take no less than two or three to render their victim fully dead, rather than just in a state very near to death.

You were sure, however, that everyone would agree that eight would be enough to do the trick.

Quite honestly, she probably could've gotten away with four.

You glanced away from the bowl, over the table, towards where Yae sat across from you. She’d been smiling since she asked you to join her in her private chambers, but her grin seemed to widen, now, her ears twitching upwards as her rarely-seen tail slowly curled and twisted behind her. “Don’t be shy,” She encouraged, her eyes taking on a brightness you didn’t trust. “Have a bite. You wouldn’t believe what I had to do to get my hands on these.”

You would. Any commercial sale of Serpent’s Eye was banned, and the only place it grew domestically was in highly guarded plots controlled exclusively by the Shogunate. Even Yae wouldn’t be able to come across a batch easily, despite her connections. Or, you hoped it'd be difficult for her, at least. You couldn’t imagine much good coming out of something so dangerous being dropped directly into hands as talented as hers.

Your mouth felt dry. You’d only been here for an hour and a half, but she hadn’t given you anything to drink, and you hadn’t eaten since the early hours of the morning. Your legs were starting to go numb from kneeling, but Yae seemed unaffected, unbothered. She hadn’t moved since you'd been brought in, save to cross her arms over the wooden tabletop and prop her chin on a curled fist, her posture as perfect and as purposeful as always.

There was only one door, and it'd been locked from the outside shortly after you'd stepped over the threshold. You couldn't see any windows, or obscured trapdoors, and it would've taken a small miracle for you to overpower Yae, let alone hold the advantage for as long as it'd take you to actually get away.

You briefly considered pretending to faint, but she wouldn’t fall for that. Or, if she did, you didn’t want to take the chance that she’d be willing to stand her ground until you woke up.

“My Lady,” You tried, instead, putting on a pathetic imitation of her careless smile. “While I appreciate your graciousness, I couldn’t possibly accept a gift so—” Lethal. “—rare. I’d simply never be able to repay you.”

“Oh, I could think of a few things you could do for me.” Cloying, clawing, as sweet as it was pointed. You felt your cheeks flush, humiliation momentarily winning over your mounting dread, but it was a short-lived distraction, gone as soon as you realized you wouldn’t be alive long enough to be coaxed into her bed ever again, if she got her way. “But as you said, this is a gift, and it requires no repayment. Please, indulge yourself. I insist.”

Had you done something to upset her? Or, had she simply decided your slow, wretched death would provide her more entertainment than the rest of your slow, wretched life? It was hard to tell with Yae, hard to decipher her intentions when she dragged her sharpened nails over your cheek, or mentioned off-handedly how adorable you’d look with a silver collar to match her golden earrings, or sat you down in front of a bowl of berries that would leave you dead in a matter of seconds. It was hard to tell if she truly loathed you so intensely, or if she was simply charmed by the idea of watching the life drain out of your eyes.

As if it made much of a difference. Either route would lead to the same destination – your body, lying limp and lifeless at her feet, and the most poisonous substance in all of Inazuma lodged halfway down your throat.

And yet, you tried to stray from the path regardless, even if you were sure she could bring about your demise just as easily among the trees as she could on the beaten trail. “My Lady, I’m just not sure if this is…”

“If it’s what, dearest?”

You swallowed, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. “I’m just not sure if this is safe.”

She hummed for a moment, considering it.

Then, she allowed her head to lull to the side, her ears now pressed flat against her scalp. “You’re absolutely right,” She admitted, with a small, vague gesture. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, and you moved to thank her, but she went on before you had the chance to spit anything out. “You mortals are awfully high-maintenance, aren’t you? I almost forget how quickly things as simple as starvation can get to you, sometimes.”

You felt something fall and crack open in your chest. Again, you opened your mouth, but she didn’t seem to have any interest in your input, leaning back as she continued further. “I mean, I know I’d be fine if I went, say, three or four days without food or water, and the time would pass in the blink of an eye, but a creature with a disposition as fragile as yours?” She clicked her tongue, shook her head. “I’d hate to have to watch you do something so terrible to yourself - and over such a petty matter, nonetheless. You really ought to get it over with.”

For a second, then another, you didn’t move, remaining utterly still for much, much longer than Yae would ever allow herself to. Tears began to blur your vision, but for whatever reason, you couldn't seem to bring yourself to care.

Then, as quickly as you could, you took up a single berry, shoved it past your lips, and bit down before you could convince yourself to—

Oh.

It was more sweeter than you’d expected it to be.

Sweet, but not offensively so, with just a hint of something rough and acidic underneath it. It had seeds, too, something Shogunate-employed cultivators should’ve never allowed in such a hazardous plant, and…

You paused, taking another berry in your fingertips and rolling it towards you, so you could better see the spot where the stem would’ve met the main body. On a Serpent’s Eye, it would’ve been nothing, a pinprick of black on an otherwise flawless surface, but this wasn’t even comparable, the point of conntact larger than the head of a needle and very visibly greyish-violet. Shock made your thoughts slow and sluggish, but its name came to you quickly enough, relief and anger following in tandem after it.

“Shogun’s Forgiveness,” You mumbled, under your breath. Yae nodded, pushing herself to her feet, half-heartedly attempting to dampen her smirk into something less condescending. “I thought these went extinct half a century ago.”

“Why else would they be so much trouble to find? Luckily, an old friend of mine had a few seeds tucked away for such an occasion. I thought you’d appreciate it, as someone who wasn’t there to enjoy their unique taste." Yae sighed, the sound airy and labored, as if it'd been some great effort to watch you come to terms with your own poisoning. "And to think, we could’ve had this conversation hours ago, if you only trusted me a tiny bit more.”

She came to stand behind you, her tail brushing over your shoulders and down the length of your back as she bent down, lowering herself to your height. “You really don’t need to be so paranoid, beloved. After all…”

Her hand came to rest on your shoulder, her lips ghosting over the corner of your jaw in something you could’ve called a kiss, and suddenly, all you could taste was ash.

“I’d never give up such a entertaining little toy so easily.”

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schlottiszn · 11 months

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I can't even begin to describe what the 22/23 season means to me. Every single one of these boys is so special to me.

They have a bond. They have team spirit. They play for each other. They fight for each other. They give everything for each other.

They are a family.

And THAT is what this season and this team is about. And nobody can take that away from us. Nobody. We will always have these memories.

We'll always remember how Sébastien came back after he had beaten cancer. How he fought against every obstacle that stood in his way and what he gave us when he finally came back. He was and is such a strong person who fought so much bigger and more important things this year than this championship. I am so proud of him. Thank you, Sébastien.

We'll always remember players like Julian Brandt, Donny Malen, Rapha Guerreiro and Karim Adeyemi. Those players that most people had already given up on. How they fought their way back with outstanding performances. How much they influenced our attacking game. Their individual qualities were so important. Karim's speed, Julian's talent for spotting and creating space and his timing for runs, Donny's incredible dribbling ability and Rapha who somehow combines all of these qualities. Thank you, boys.

We'll always remember our faithful, I kind of wanna say child, Felix Passlack. Felix plays for us since he is a kid. He loves us and the club and we love him. I wish him the best of the best in Bochum. But he will always be a Borusse. No matter what. Thank you, Borusse.

We'll always remember our fighters. Emre Can, Julian Ryerson, Marius Wolf. The boys who gave everything for our badge. They threw themselves in every tackling. Often they had to do the dirty work. But they got it done. Without complaining. They just did what had to be done and were amazing while doing that. Thank you, fighters.

We'll always remember our centre backs Niki, Mats and Schlotti. Of course. They were the heart and soul of our defense. With their amazing and outstanding straddles but also with every, sometimes the smallest, mistakes which also are a part of us. They gave everything for a win. Everything. Even a discolated shoulder couldn't stop Schlotti from doing his work. They were impressive and true role models. Thank you, boys.

We'll always remember the man without we would've never even gotten as far as we've come. Gregor Kobel, our wall in front of the wall. This guy was and is one of the most talented and extraordinary goalkeepers in Germany and even Europe. But when he couldn't stand on the pitch for us, our number 2 Alex Meyer was a perfect replacement for him. They always gave their best! Thank you, my goalkeepers.

We'll always remember one of the most talented players our club has ever seen. Jude Bellingham. I can't even start to say how much this guy means to me and how much I'll miss him. It hurts so much that he will not stay with this wonderful team for another season or even more. But I truly wish him all the best and that he reaches every possible goal he has in his life. He breathes our club philosophy. He lives our values and everything us fans believe in. This boy IS Borussia Dortmund in every sense. Thank you, starboy.

We'll always remember our one true captain, Marco Reus. This title would've been for him. Every player, every fan wished him this trophy. His life and career was marked by many many setbacks and unfortunate moments. But he fought his way back. Everytime. So today he could stand where he stood. Every single human wanted to see him lift the trophy. But it isn't over. He still has one season to make his dream come true. Thank you, Captain.

And at the end, of course, we'll always remember our coach, Edin Terzic. I couldn't even imagine another guy standing at the side line of the pitch, just after one (full) season. I love his energy, I love his personal nature. I love how he can motivate a large group. This guy is just so perfect to be OUR coach. He loves this club from the bottom of his heart and we love him from the bottom of ours. Thank you, Coach.

This. I needed to say all of this. Cause as I said, this season is special to me because of exactly those people. And nobody can take that from me. Ever.

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crxssjae · 9 days

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Proudest Man in the World

Summary:

Kind-hearted. A champion. The lover of Jey Uso. His life transformed in the best moments, to be proud.

a/n: This is post-WrestleMania 40. Took place after Jey won against Jimmy (imagine they have the best brother vs brother match ever) and Sami won the Intercontinental Championship title against Gunther. If y'all see any errors, 🤫, I make mistakes too.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here). These belong to my samijey/jeysami short and long stories collection called "All Night."

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,333

Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, smut content, explicit language

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The night thickened and intoxicating air arose inside the dim hotel room, along with the sounds of Sami's hushed breathing.

Faint, half-lidded glint with crave, gazed into Jey's eyes, full attention. Legs encircled Jey's waist tight while their bodies pressed together under the blankets. Rush of hotness crawled in, blocking the remains of the cold.

A thousand times until now; Sami is cherished over a win he will never forget.

Intercontinental Championship.

The belt draped over the chair; moonshine illuminated its sparkle like a recognized, rare, rich in gold. If any man hadn't made the task known back in the day, its name would have crumbled. Much gratitude to the former longest reigning champion, Gunther, everyone has seen the title as important written before each vision.

WrestleMania in Philadelphia. Roars and screams of supportive cheers rediscover Sami's mind from ear to ear. Some clouded uncertainty hit Sami like a freight train at first, questioning if he could win the championship. Time went on, receiving encouragement from coworkers— hell— even Gunther himself last week, gave Sami his all through body and soul. He did it.

Jey came into the picture. He never forgets him. Neither his words.

"I gotchu."

"I've got yo' back. Don't be an ass, 'kay?"

"Love you, baby."

His lips curled in a satisfied smile. Peace is what Sami received. He was supposed to satisfy Jey since he won against Jimmy, given a standing ovation. Though instead, Jey mirrored the same emotion both had.

"Whatchu smilin' for?" Jey's voice teased yet cheerful in wonder.

Sami hummed, his arms wrapped around Jey's neck. "Don't know. I guess it's you, always spoiled me till the end."

"S'my job. Y'can't get rid of me dat easily." Jey nuzzled his nose against Sami's beard, eliciting a giggle from Sami. "If someone's datin’ me this long, I can't be gone forever."

"You've told me a thousand times to make me happy."

"Good. And I'll keep sayin' it all day."

Sami hadn't grinned this long. This is good for his sake. Jey's words affected his heart, stronger in support of a boyfriend from the known family bloodline, being fallen in love.

Their gaze locked. An inch of Jey's dick covered in a condom twitched inside Sami's heat, slicked entrance. Fulfilled, melted, lust. Sami's fingers threaded Jey's hair; Jey began strokes of lazy, careful thrusts.

Sami shuddered, nails digging into Jey's tatted back urged himself to be still. He knew he couldn't, he didn't give a damn. Anything Jey does craving more, giving any touch of feeling, swelled to each reaction.

The difference between home and hotel rooms was some short intimate moments; being interrupted by a friend, someone calling their phone, having a quickie before going on a morning routine, or leaving to arrive on the travel schedule. Inside an expensive hotel building in Philadelphia, however, silence stood outside.

No friends or family to check on them. No one knocked. They're alone.

"M'so fuckin' proud of you." Jey buried his face into the crook of Sami's neck, breath tingled his skin, hips bucking. "You— oh fuck— you deserve every inch of this, of me. M'proud y'won all dat effort."

"Mmm, I'm proud of you, too. You deserve—" Sami let out a gasp— "you deserve so much praise a-after you and Jimmy did out there. So perfect, so good, so good, so good—"

Slow trails of kisses showered on Sami's neck. Jey smiled to himself, at the praise he had given to Sami while caring. "Shh, focus on you, not me."

Being penetrated shook Sami's core; his mind became foggy, devoured with sweet hunger. His eyes were heavy, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Jey's warmth is too good, too good for Sami to claw his fingers with fresh scratches on the back, erupted a low growl from Jey. Sami admitted he'd apologize for doing so, but Jey didn't mind.

Focus on himself, not him. Sami almost let emotions get the best a few seconds ago. He would hate himself if he broke a sob during sex, it'll be a concern. One time, the emotional part of him poured out in front of Jey before being embraced and comforted. Sami would tell his boyfriend about it later, too.

Loud, passionate wails escaped Sami's mouth; Jey's hips bucked in an instant yet deeper as the bed rocked and squeaked. Sami pecked Jey's shoulder, to the neck, to the jawline of the beard. Husky whispers from Jey reaching ear to ear, sending a shiver down Sami's spine.

He loved this.

Jey lifted his head, glimpsing into Sami's glinted eyes full of allure. "Look at you, goddamn amazin' as hell wit' dat face, baby." He showered quick smooches on his forehead. "Y'deserve everythin'."

"Keep going, Jey, please keep going..." Sami whispered in a needy tone. He does his best to keep eye contact.

Jey gripped Sami's hips and snapped his pace, quickening. Slid in, then out, focused on not breaking the condom. Sami felt Jey's lips graze his ear, hearing the same tone of whisper once more while eyelids fluttered close. A tingle of sensation ignited Sami's stomach; it peaked closer.

"I'm… I'm about to— fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, Jey—!"

Sami's mouth hung open, letting out a breathless sound; shockwaves rippled through his body as cum ejaculated on the belly and chest. Since Jey wore a condom, sparing the spill, his pulse still lingered inside. Good thing it's a reminder a couple of times protection is needed.

Slumped, boneless, full of bliss, sweat glistening. Both men are relieved. Sami peeked, narrowed his eyes at Jey's hand splayed on his chest while the other steadied the dick to pull out. He observed Jey, unwrapping the filled condom, and tying it before tossing it in the trash can.

"You should've gone to the party without me," Sami murmured after a few seconds of creeping silence between them. Fingers hovered and traced random patterns over Jey's tatted arm, then chest. "You deserve your celebration with them and Jimmy without me."

"N'let you be empty-handed in this room without a present?" Jey questioned with a mock perplexed look. "Naw, I gotta make you, a champ, happy wit' a big ass smile. Dat's our celebration."

All those hours from earlier, a party inside the bar miles away from them was held after Cody won against Roman for the Undisputed Championship. There's a choice for Jey whether or not he's going alongside Jimmy, Kevin, and others— let themselves receive joy with drinks and dances. He ditched at the last minute— for Sami, because he can't let someone be alone with a small amount of gifts, never had a chance to give a deserving one.

Jey is supposed to drink with friends, be joking, dance along, and be rewarded for all the effort he put into the brother versus brother match. However, he didn't bother. He cared about Sami the most; the others understood.

Sami sat up, scooting closer. "Does… does Kev know? Jimmy? Roman?" he asked.

Jey nodded. "They did. They just gave me the look and let me go ahead. But Ludwig wants me to tell you dat yo' Brainbuster," he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes, "is exquisite."

"Sounds like him." Sami chuckled, and pecked Jey's lips, whispering, "Guess I need to pull more tricks up my sleeves and surprise you."

"Like pullin' 'em tricks at the shower?"

"Oh god, no!"

Both couldn't help erupting their laughter ringing across the room, soft kissing and embracing in each other's arms. Everything became soundless again before Jey led Sami to the bathroom, being playful along the way. Two days in a row had been the best, even though the chilliness bothered them sometimes, for their respective WrestleMania matches to be successful. Would be best to be warm rather than complain.

Sami's chances were a fluke before the big stage. Now gripping the known championship in one hand, those chances are greater, transforming and changing the man he is—

A champion with a proud heart.

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hopelessrromantix · 1 year

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blood sucker | 3

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

chapter summary: Eddie decides breaking and entering I'd his best course of action... It only he mentioned that to you.

a/n: not much beta, a bit of angst and slight filler before my next one but oop

t/w: stalker-type reader, angst, no beta

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Smash Mouth

Eddie had never felt more selfish in his life.

From an empty aisle of his favorite record shop, he’d spotted Steve Harrington. To which he’d freaked out and you dragged him back home.

That had been yesterday, and the image of Steve was drilled into his brain.

He hadn’t seen anyone else around, just the brunette in one of his preppy polos, his Family Video vest thrown over his arm.

He was smiling, one hand is his pocket and the other fiddling with the fabric in his hands. He gave some girl a smile, making her giggle and turn to her friend, clearly talking about him. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say Steve had never been through the Upside Down.

And he panicked. Because he wanted to ruin it.

He wanted to walk up and announce himself and find a place in Steve’s life. He wanted to join the group again, to introduce you to his friends. Maybe he could include you in all of this. Maybe he could actually be happy and live like a normal person for once.

And every time he thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel selfish. Finally, they were moving past things. They were out of the Upside Down and everyone important had walked out of hell with them (Max wasn’t quite down yet). Stepping in now, after they’d gotten used to their new normal… could he really do that to them?

Was it selfish to ruin everything just when they were moving past it? Maybe. But he wanted to do it anyway.

Would they even want to see him? School would be ending in a couple months, and Dustin would be running Hellfire. Sure, some of his old friends might miss him, but maybe Hellfire would be less of a target without him yelling at everyone.

Wayne would have one less person around, he probably took up most of their spending anyway. Maybe he could stop working so many long nights, and worrying about Eddie’s future.

Nancy and Robin would be moving on in their lives. Nancy to college and Robin graduates soon. Robin was always nice to him (and he’d bet money she was about as gay as he was). And they’d be their own people, whether in Hawkins or not.

The kids of Hellfire, being Dustin, Mike, Erica and yes even Lucas might need a leader. He pushed them outside of their boundaries. But Dustin could do it, that much he knew. That kid, as annoying as he could be, was a perfect replacement.

And Steve was a popular rich kid. Even better, a genuinely kind popular rich kid. He’d end up with a pretty wife (probably Nancy, which was a win for him), 5 kids, a stable job, and a picket-fenced house.

Where did he fit into all that? A possibly drug addicted super super senior who listens to the devil’s music and may be an undead cannibal?

But the selfish part of him wanted to try anyway.

He missed Dustin and the Hellfire kids, Steve and Robin, even Nancy and that Max kid.

You assured him he could go back. You offered to take him even, to hold his hand through the whole thing. He didn’t know if he could ask that of you.

He was already living with you, living being the important word. But the past few months had made you much more than ‘the guy who saved his life’, as impressive as that title was. You tried to include him in everything. He let you go by yourself to hunt people (he still wasn't into the whole murder thing), though he joined you for small walks through the woods or trips to stores. Stuff that made him feel human again.

And as he slowly grew more confident, that same thought about going back would slip into his head.

He’d been too scared to see anyone else after the accidental run-in with Steve. You’d told him plenty about what they were up to, though.

Dustin had made a makeshift grave in the woods, one away from anyone who may want to disturb it. Everyone had gone to visit it at some point, leaving him small flowers or items they thought he’d like. You’d taken him in the middle of the night once, letting him look over the small altar they’d made. He didn’t know who kept bringing him the beer, cigs, and a joint, but he was rather thankful.

‘People who really understand me!’ He’d announced, already starting to smoke on his way back to your home. Not like it could hurt him anymore.

With his name clear (which he was still confused by, how’d they do it??), he was free to explore. He had a surprising lack of judgment as well. It was strange. As if people had forgotten the ‘serial killer’ on the loose only months earlier.

There were still mentions of Jason and his group, how they’d shown up dead. But his name was never in the mix. There was nothing but the usual stares, mostly gawking at his sense of style or scared he’d make them roll for charisma.

You didn’t seem nearly as interested as he was, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not yet at least.

His eyes cracked open as he forced himself deeper under the covers, melting into the warmth of the sheets. You were out, he didn’t know where. You’d simply asked him to stay in your house, as per usual, leaving him in the empty silence of your home.

He’d asked plenty of questions about your house. It was basically in the middle of nowhere, literally. Your only doors led to completely different places, nothing like the soft, peach colored dawn he saw out your window.

The more he asked, the more he found out that you wouldn’t give many answers. All he’d figured out, is that it was a space between, like the Upside Down. You hadn’t told him much about you, or your life. He wasn’t really one to pry either.

It was ever so slightly concerning that you’d been stalking him and Steve for an unknown amount of time, but the longer he spent with you, the more he realized why.

You simply didn’t understand people. You hadn’t really been around any, not for longer than a few minutes, anyway. He and Steve were your only human interaction.

Stalking wasn’t a concept for you, in fact, talking to people at all wasn’t a concept. Watching and waiting was the only thing you knew. As far as Eddie was aware, you’d been doing it as long as you existed.

He was rather excited to be one of the first people to catch your eye (he bragged frequently), and as you spent more and more time together, you got closer and closer.

Your room was comfortably warm, just enough so his feet didn’t freeze when they hit the wood of your floor.

He changed into some of the clothes you’d bought him. The style was similar to what he’d normally wear, in fact, he was certain he had some of the shirts. He slipped on a band tea and his leather jacket. After he’d arrived at your house, it’d needed some patching, but it was good enough for him.

Being alone in your house was weird. It didn’t feel like his home. But his home was currently wrecked by an “earthquake”, so this was as close as it was getting.

He walked through your living room, glancing at your back door on the way to the kitchen. Much like the front door, it led somewhere else, this time to Hawkins, not that it looked any different from a normal door. He trudged past it, trying to ignore the tug he felt from the door.

Your kitchen was just as normal, save for an absurd amount of wine bottles in a large, fridge-like box. He grabbed one that was half finished, cringing slightly as the deep red sloshed around against the glass.

Since the middle of nowhere had nothing but small, close knit towns, it was hard to take whole victims without starting a search party. Blood was the easier answer. You taught Eddie how to hunt as best you could, showing him how to charm a girl into a back alley, or how just one glance at a boy would get him to follow you in a trance.

He wasn’t a fan at first, but his tune had changed the second the crimson liquid hit his tongue. It was energizing. It wasn’t the same metallic taste he remembered from biting his lip or licking a cut. It was sweet, almost saccharine, though not overwhelming. A taste he could get addicted to.

It was a strange adjustment. One he hadn’t really wanted to make. But there wasn’t really a way to go back now.

He sighed, shaking off the thought and opening up a cabinet. Looking over the strange variety of mugs, ranging from classic tea cups to glasses that looked older than him.

He squinted at a pastel pink one behind a few other cups. It was rather out of place for an old as hell supernatural being, so he grabbed it almost instantly.

To his surprise and mild amusement, it had a cat on it with several red hearts covering the pink mug. It was shockingly cute, the cat’s large face covering the side of the mug. It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting, but a mug’s a mug, right?

He opened the bottle, pouring a full mug.

He stared down at it for a whole minute, meeting his own eyes in the dark reflection. He looked at the bottle, seeing only a date on it, about a week prior.

You’d taken him with you that time, some popular bar a few towns over. You’d managed to find a guy who seemed interested enough in you, and it didn’t take much to convince him out of the bar.

Eddie had panicked when you took him back to your house. The man was practically entranced, not processing much of the world around him. Or maybe he was just blackout drunk. Either way, he’d followed you to a back room and gotten on a table. He hadn’t even complained when you leaned down toward him, cutting open his neck with your teeth.

Eddie watched from the doorway, thinking that maybe he wasn’t as ready to join your hunts as he thought.

He panicked upon seeing the amount of blood dripping from the wound, filling a basin on the floor. He’d shoved you away from the man. He wasn’t strong enough to get you off, but you backed away willingly, sensing his distress.

Maybe it was seeing the red gush from his wound that made Eddie move. Maybe it was remembering that same feeling. Regardless, Eddie stared at the man on the table, watching as he blinked out of his stupor.

Truthfully, he didn’t remember much else.

You told him what happened after, though by then any wounds leftover had fully healed. He swore up and down he didn’t remember the man stabbing him, Eddie didn’t even know the guy had a knife.

He’d woken up a few hours later, with a familiar black liquid dripping from his mouth. Only a few drops dripped from the corner of his lips and he swiped up some with a finger. It was thick and dark, like he imagined oil or tar would be.

He didn’t hesitate to lick it off his hands, cringing in slight disgust at his own actions. Whatever the fuck that stuff was, he found himself addicted to a taste he didn’t recognize. Was home a taste?

But even the mystery tar he’d licked off his hand at four am was less gross than the mug below him. Despite popular belief, he didn’t actually drink the blood of virgins, and he wasn’t any keener on drinking anyone else’s blood.

The disgust always went away when he took his first sip.

He melted into it, slowly drinking down the cup. It was as if it warmed up his body, taking away whatever aches and pains he’d previously felt.

The guilt always came after though. He didn’t even know where that man’s body was, and here he was, drinking a cat mug full of his blood.

Eddie tried not to think about it, pushing the thought out of his head as he filled the cup back up and walked to your living room.

On his way, he passed the back door, slowing down when he felt the same tug as before.

Going back seemed like both the best and worst thing for him. Explaining everything to a group that likely didn’t want him anyway? Would they even listen?

They’d fought to clear his name, but there was no doubt in his mind they’d have done it for whoever Vecna caught in the crossfire. It didn’t guarantee they’d be thrilled about him hiding out for a month.

Then there was the matter of you. And whatever the fuck you were. Explaining his new diet and demon boyfriend wouldn’t be the easiest thing.

And then, he heard that voice in the back of his head.

The stupid one.

The one that gets him in trouble. The one that makes him taunt Jason, or yell at all the other jocks of the school. The one that loved taking risks, regardless of how poorly his decisions usually turned out.

And damn, he was awful at ignoring that voice.

Dustin had never felt more nervous in his life.

Given everything he’s had to deal with, he’d say that was rather impressive.

His days were much more normal than they had once been. There was less worrying about the Upside Down, or what awful creatures would show up at his doorstep next.

School was boring, the only time Dustin was remotely entertained was during lunch.

The Hellfire Club kept their table as well as their weekly meetings. They’d supported each other as best they could, trying to understand a death they’d never truly figure out.

The rest of Hawkins High was recovering just like they were. Jason was gone now, along with a few other Hawkins students.

The town seemed afraid to address the previous murder allegations they’d been so happy to toss out. He’d seen people throw him looks of pity, even the teachers that’d once rolled their eyes at Eddie seemed to miss him.

Dustin didn’t understand, but he didn’t try to. If the rest of the town finally wanted to show Eddie an ounce of respect, he’d let them. Sure they still called him a freak, but that was better than murderer, right?

Eventually, the police decided Eddie couldn’t have… crushed… Chrissy on his own, nor could he have killed the others found dead. According to the law, Eddie was innocent, and that was good enough for him.

He hoped it had something to do with the slightly makeshift (and only technically fake) accounts they’d each given of ‘seeing Eddie and Chrissy’ on the day of her death. Of course, the recent disappearance of yet another asshole jock may have helped, but he liked to think he did too. Despite Nancy’s original curiosity, the group stayed far away from what may have been an actual Hawkins murder.

Regardless, life in Hawkins was slowly moving back to normal.

For the kids of Hellfire, Eddie had been a forbidden topic at first. They were all in silent mourning, afraid to hurt each other by mentioning his name. Eventually, Mike cracked a joke about Eddie climbing up on their table again and the whole club laughed. Finally, they were slightly more whole.

Dustin sat in Eddie's seat now. It felt illegal, like he was usurping a throne he could never truly own. But Eddie had given him one job, and it was hard to watch over all of Hellfire when he couldn’t even see them from his seat.

On one of his many trips to Wayne’s new trailer, Dustin had picked up any spare Hellfire t-shirts Eddie made for new members. There weren’t many, but now they sat in Hellfire’s club room, awaiting any new arrivals.

For now, Dustin wanted to shove Vecna in the back of his mind and finish out ‘86. No thinking of demobats, or the Mind Flayer, or the Upside Down and its strange slithering vines.

“Think you’re up to running a campaign?”

Mike’s question interrupted Dustin’s thoughts. He was faced with the sudden realization that he’d missed most of the conversation.

“I don’t really think I should,” Dustin mumbled, grabbing another chip out of his bag and slowly eating it.

The rest of Hellfire had gone home. Most of their meetings were spent talking about new characters or simply hanging out. It was good enough for them, taking turns running small one-shot campaigns. But eventually, a DnD club was going to have to play DnD.

The group looked at each other, all debating who should speak. Mike glanced at Lucas who glanced over to Will (who was now sporting his own Hellfire shirt). Eventually, Mike and Will both glared at Lucas who let out a silent sigh.

“You love this stuff man,” Lucas offered. “You won’t do it like he did, but that’s fine. Just do it like you.”

As if he needed the reminder.

Nobody could DM like Eddie could. Honestly, no one could do anything like Eddie could. Sitting in Eddie’s seat was just too weird. He wasn’t Eddie. No one was.

He didn’t want anyone to be Eddie.

Even though he was doing exactly what Eddie asked, staying with Hellfire felt weird. It wasn’t the same without some eccentric freak making fun of them. It wasn’t the same without Eddie jumping on tables or insulting every jock he saw.

Usually he’d ask Steve for help, but Steve was just as lost as he was.

Dustin had planned on trying to play matchmaker with Robin when they got back from the Upside Down. Maybe Eddie could actually get a boyfriend (Dustin didn’t really need Eddie to come out and say it).

But now that idea just left a sour taste in his mouth. Like he wasn’t allowed to think of it without Eddie there.

“Not right now, okay? Just… not yet,” Dustin mumbled. He grabbed another chip despite not being hungry. The room seemed so much colder from Eddie’s chair.

He could see his friends still looking between each other, defeated. With Will back in Hawkins, there was a new face at Hellfire’s table. Two new faces, actually, but El rarely stayed after school.

“Give me some more time.” Dustin didn’t know how long he’d be saying that. How much time did he need?

He definitely didn’t need this much time after Billy died, but in fairness, Billy had tried to run him over and had beat the shit out of Steve.

How much time was he supposed to need? Everyone else was doing fine, right? Even Steve was managing. Poorly, but he was managing.

The group went back to idle conversation. He pretended not to see how the three all nudged each other under the table, each wanting someone else to say something else about a campaign. There wasn’t much of a point anyway, Dustin wouldn’t change his mind.

It just didn’t feel right.

He’d gotten a ride home with Mike, joining Nancy in ‘critiquing’ Mike’s music taste.

When he’d gotten home, he sat at his desk staring down at his homework. He’d spent so long drifting that it’d taken hours to finish, each problem seeming slower than the last.

After he had finally finished, he’d collapsed in bed, staring blankly into the ceiling.

The sky had turned dark, and though the lack of light made it hard to see, Dustin made no move to fix it. He could hear the distant sound of dogs barking, muffled by the glass of his window.

How did everyone do it?

Will was back in town, apparently staying for a little while longer. Mike was spending time with El and the rest of Hellfire, falling back into the groove of friendship he’d had for years. Lucas was worried over Max most of the time, but was always positive. Max didn’t give up just like that, after all. Steve was working as normal, pushing his way through community college to the job his father was sure to offer. Even Nancy and Robin were doing good with school and the small friendship they’d made.

It was like they’d wiped their hands clean of the Upside Down, simply moving on with their lives. They were all back to normal, as normal as they could be after fighting a really tortured spider enthusiast.

And yet, Dustin sat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how the fuck he was supposed to be okay.

Is this what watching over everyone meant? He wanted to ask, to walk over to Eddie’s house or show up at his locker and demand answers. How could he be sure he was doing it right? What if Mike was a better DM for Hellfire than him? What if Garreth or Jeff was more capable? Maybe Will would do well.

But Eddie picked him. And he desperately hoped he was doing it right.

Though he tried to catch himself, his eyes trailed over to the vest hung on the back of his door. The worn fabric was adorned with pins and hand-sewn patches, though Dustin could see a few drops of blood still on the fabric. Most of it had washed out, but he knew exactly what the darkened spots on the denim were.

Steve had given it to him when they got out of the Upside Down. The older boy hadn’t wanted it, knowing how close Dustin and Eddie were.

It felt wrong taking it. He felt the instant need to give it to Wayne, something for the man to keep with the rest of his mementos of Eddie. But he took it anyway.

It stayed on that hanger since he’d gotten home that same day. He couldn’t put it on, after all, it still belonged to Eddie.

He’d missed his mother asking if he wanted dinner some time earlier. He’d only mumbled he wasn’t hungry, unsure if she’d even heard him. As far as she knew, he was mourning the losses like the rest of Hawkins, he’d never told her much about Eddie. Thankfully, she hadn’t pushed him yet. She’d simply left him alone to stare at the ceiling into the night.

The cool blue tone of his room was too familiar. Every time he looked around, all he could see were the vine covered walls of Eddie’s bedroom. Though his room was full of far different items, he couldn’t help but remember how that cool blue had taken one of his best friends from him.

He screwed his eyes closed, forcing the deep tone out of his vision. Even the darkness was better than a reminder of the Upside Down.

He wasn’t sure how long he kept his eyes closed. His breathing had evened out and his heart rate was calm and steady, finally letting him relax. He wasn’t sleeping, but that was fairly normal as of late. He could hear crickets outside, chirping away in the cool air.

Despite his certainty that he wouldn’t be sleeping that night, Dustin decided to try anyway.

He let the repetitive chirping lull him to sleep, the soft coo of an owl joining in to help relax him. He could hear the same dog bark, the loud sound ringing out into the night. The chilled air ran along his skin, turning the smooth surface rough with goosebumps, but he didn’t mind much, not with how crisp and relaxing the low buzzing of cicadas was.

He closed his eyes for a few more seconds before his brow furrowed.

His eyes snapped over to his window, his head whipping around on the pillow.

Sure enough, it was open, the old latches both hanging loosely from above the empty window.

Now, Dustin was certain he closed that window. It was far too uncomfortable and cool to have the pane up, much less the screen itself. He wouldn’t dream of opening that thing before bed.

And just as Dustin was about to leave the bed and tiredly close the window, he saw a hand gripping the window sill.

Shit shit shit!

He’d never had someone break in, and definitely never had someone use his room to do so. He was silently cursing himself for not locking the window, not that it would help much now.

Another hand grabbed the windowsill, followed by a small groan as someone hoisted themselves up.

Panic was starting to set in, and Dustin was pissed about it.

After everything he’d seen, some guy in his house still scared him?

He could hear the person mumbling, trying to haul themself through the window.

Dustin shut his eyes again, trying to relax and look like he was sleeping. He heard the person fall to the floor, slamming down with a loudly whispered “fuck!”.

They realized their mistake almost immediately, gasping and looking over to Dustin. They let out a soft exhale when they saw him still with his eyes closed.

Dustin tried to stop his hands from shaking, hoping the person wouldn’t see him clenching his sheets.

He could hear light mumbling, and a soft thud a few seconds later. He could hear them softly groan, standing themselves back up and walking toward the bedroom door.

Though Dustin was slightly thankful they were leaving, a sudden panic flooded his mind. He had no idea where his mother was, or when the intruder would find her.

That panic is what caused Dustin to slip out of bed as quietly as he could, making his way around the discarded clothes on his floor.

Could he beat them in a fight? No, probably not. He couldn’t even beat Erica in a fight.

Well… actually… could anyone?

Whoever this person was, they clearly weren’t very coordinated… or were just really bad at walking. Hopefully, that would be an advantage.

He glanced around the room, looking for something to get the upperhand. The only thing he spotted was a dirty cup, once filled with trashy soda, that he’d long since forgotten to take to the kitchen.

He grabbed it as quietly as possible, sneaking up behind the figure. They paused, making Dustin freeze in place.

They didn’t move any closer, just looking from side to side, as if trying to spot something.

The second he got a clear enough shot, he took a deep inhale, causing the person to whip around.

The familiar face immediately registered in his mind, calming him down.

Unfortunately, the cup was already colliding with their mouth, crashing into their jaw with a sickening click.

“Oh FUCK, MAN!”

“What the FUCK EDDIE?!”

Both parties screamed and yelled at the same time, covering their mouths a second later.

Distant footsteps started, stopping at Dustin’s door.

“Hey Dusty, you okay hun?” His mother’s confused voice was at the door, clearly hesitant to go in. “Is someone in there?”

Dustin was far too distracted to answer at first.

Eddie Goddamned Munson was standing in the middle of his room, alive and well.

He looked different. Not completely different, most people probably wouldn’t notice a change. But Dustin took note of the small, healed over scars on his face, and the way he seemed more skittish. Even in the dark of his room he could tell Eddie was tired. Slight bags hung under his eyes, dimming the brown color he knew well. It felt like maybe Eddie was dead after all.

But worst of all, Dustin could feel the tears gather in his eyes.

The swirl of thoughts in his head. How? When? Why? Why now? Why here? Why him?

And what the ever-loving fuck took so long?!

“Dustin?” His mother prompted, turning the locked doorknob slightly. Eddie’s eyes bore into his, as if silently begging him not to say anything. As if Dustin would let anyone know after all they’d seen.

Dustin swallowed, coughing lightly and hoping his voice held up. “Oh, sorry! Trying to fix a radio.”

“I take it the volume’s broken,” She remarked, sounding slightly unamused. “Try to keep it down, okay? Don’t want the neighbors asking why you’re screaming at midnight for no good reason.” He agreed, hearing a soft chuckle before she walked down the hall.

The adrenaline faded, allowing both him and Eddie to relax their stances and let their arms fall to their sides.

For the first few minutes, they just stared.

Dustin stared because he was conflicted.

One part of him wanted to cheer and sob and ask him how he was. He wanted to bring Eddie right back into Hellfire, maybe even help him finish the year with Cs.

And the other part was fucking furious. At Eddie, at himself, at Vecna, and all of Hawkins, who knew! He had a million and one questions and no idea how to ask any of them.

“Uh… hey.” Eddie waved his hand slowly, lowering his voice so Dustin’s mother wouldn’t hear.

“‘Hey’?” Dustin questioned, staring at the older man with an unreadable expression. Eddie was slightly surprised at how scary the brat looked, like he was willing to swing at any minute.

“It’s been over a month. We… thought you were dead. We thought we left you…” Dustin trailed off for a moment. “I’m sorry I left you.”

Eddie seemed unsure, his eyes still darting back and forth, as if looking for an exit.

“It’s a long story. A long freaky story but… here I am, I guess. Not how I planned on doing this,” he hadn’t planned on it at all, really, “But I’ve officially joined the Made-It-Out-of-the-Upside-Down-Alive Club… kinda.” He cringed at the last word, half hoping Dustin didn’t hear.

Dustin gave an empty stare, his mouth hanging open slightly as if unsure which one to ask first. Eddie could see all of them racing by, anticipating the many things Dustin surely wanted to know.

“What happened to you?”

It was one of the few times Dustin starred Eddie down. Despite Eddie’s imposing persona, Dustin wasn’t afraid. Eddie was just really good at acting and liked annoying the shit out of jocks, but Eddie wasn’t scary.

Eddie, on the other hand, was staring because he didn’t know how to feel.

Maybe he felt angry? Why the hell didn’t he walk quieter? Why’d he even come at all?!

Maybe it was sadness? The kid he’d taken under his wing was staring up at him with his big, glossy eyes, just begging Eddie for an answer. Dustin had never looked so… broken.

Maybe guilt? Now that he was here, staring Dustin in the face, he wondered what had taken him so long. He could've had movie nights and DnD, and an actual friendship with the other kids his age. He could’ve been graduating this year finally, but no.

Maybe it could be reliefMaybe seeing Dustin was what he needed to be… normal again. Well, as ‘normal’ as he usually was.

“...a lot.”

The room was stagnant and the cold air did nothing to clear the tension. Dustin stared at Eddie, all wording and reasoning caught in his throat. Eddie stared right back, wondering how to explain himself to Dustin.

"I don't know man… I don't know," Eddie shook his head slowly, thinking over the past weeks. "It's all just a lot of pain, then darkness, then I wake up. That's about it."

He shrugged, staring down at the ground. It was harder to meet Dustin's eyes than he expected. He felt like he was twelve again, trying to explain to Wayne why he thought smashing a cup with a baseball bat was a good idea.

In his defense, it was fun.

"Where have you been? It's been weeks…" Dustin trailed off, trying to find the words. He'd never really had a friend come back from the dead before. Well, there was Hopper, so it isn't technically a first.

"Yeah… it's a long story." Eddie shrugged half heartedly, trying to slip past the topic.

"I've got time." Dustin smiled, holding Eddie's gaze like the older man would die all over again if he looked away. "I've got plenty of time for this."

Eddie nodded slowly.

Where to start?

Did he start at demon boyfriend or work backwards? Or should he lead up to it? There's no good way to tell someone you're an undead cannibal… is there? Suddenly he was wishing you were there. Whether to explain for him or get him the hell out of there, he didn't know.

He only realized how long had passed when Dustin was staring at him with his head tilted.

Even with Dustin's attention on him, he couldn't think of what to say. That was a first.

He always knew what to say, usually some dumb shit that got him weird stares and vague threats. He was the loudest one in the room, usually that meant being the most hated in the room but he'd grown used to that part.

"Eddie?"

"Maybe it's not the best time for a recount of everything,"

Dustin's jaw dropped, "Clearly you didn't die in the Upside Down and I think now's a great time to figure out immortality."

Right. Of course any same person wouldn't think he died.

But he remembered death. A strange mix of contradictions that he didn't think he could even begin to explain. The Dungeon Master suddenly had no words to describe the fantastical… how ironic.

Steve was out in the middle of the woods -- again.

Given that Eddie was originally a wanted criminal, the kids (and Wayne) made a small tribute to him. It was far from any real landmarks, reducing the chances that someone random would find it.

It was decorated with things everyone had brought. Thought most of them hadn't been sure what to bring, they'd gotten most of their tips from Dustin.

Steve set a beer down by the rock they'd moved to act as a headstone for a body that would never be there. He slid a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, tossing them next to the batch of flowers Nancy and Robin had brought a week ago. They were beginning to wilt now, showing the first signs of deterioration.

He sat down in front of the headstone, looking over the items decorating it. A set of dice, flowers, a few cassettes and now Steve's additions.

"Hey man,"

God it felt weird talking to a rock.

Eddie wasn't here. He was still in the Upside Down, surrounded by the things that killed him.

Steve didn't notice his hand on his neck, an involuntary reaction he'd developed only recently.

"Uh, the guys are trying to convince Dustin to do a story or something. I don't know what you're supposed to call it," he shrugged. He didn't know much about DnD, but he never claimed to. "He's hesitant, I guess."

The air was stagnant, only just beginning to warm up for spring. March was long gone now, and the first signs of green were showing.

"I know we weren't exactly on good terms for too long but uh," Steve glanced down at the grave, eyes tracing the dark glass he's placed down.

The ground was cool under him, though the sticks and large branches made for an uncomfortable seat.

The forest was quiet around him. The only noise was the distant honking of cars and the wind rustling the stiff branches.

“I miss you.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel about the admission, really. He couldn’t see himself missing someone like Eddie Munson before all of… this. Even after fighting everything from the Upside Down, he still understood none of it. Not really, anyway. He didn’t think he ever would though, and he’d accepted that a while ago.

“He’d be honored.”

Steve froze up at the sentence. He most certainly didn’t say that.

He looked around him, trying to spot someone else in the treeline.

“Hello?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he looked for any sign of life.

“Hello Steven.”

Okay, perhaps there were better ways to make your first real introduction, but given that Eddie was currently missing from your house, you had to ask around.

You stepped from behind a tree, making yourself more visible. The action drew Steve’s attention immediately, and his eyes widened as he looked over at you.

And dear god, you'd treasure the look of awe in his eyes for the rest of your long, long life.

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🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP:

I couldn't pick which was my favourite, so you get 2 for the price of 1.

Both of these are not very happy pieces of dialogue for VERY DIFFERENT reasons, but it was fun writing a narcissistic queen very blatantly creeping on Rex, and it was also fun to rip into the new Ahsoka characterization that just kept bothered me so much.

The Lady of the Castle is a Creep (Magnus Rex Apocalypsis)

"Tell me captain, do you not find it strange that my castle is heavily decorated with the portraits of queens past? I'm sure you've wondered how a bloodline may pass on without mention of any kings to pair off with the queens?" the lady of the castle asked. "Or perhaps, in your case, you don't need to wonder all that much... I may not understand the finer details of cloning, but it seems effective in populating the galaxy with strong strapping men such as yourself..." "It never crossed my mind, no." He didn't like where this was headed. "Well, that's where my... Inheritance comes into play..." She smirked, one thumb stroking the cube with something akin to reverence. "Titania's monarchy has always been matriarchal in nature... Men, brutish stupid pigs that they are, cannot be trusted to think about the finer details... They serve only three purposes: To serve, to fight, to bare spawn. Nothing more, nothing less." Oh stars, not one of THOSE talks. "But I must say, I find you to be the opposite of that... For a man bred to be nothing more than a weapon, you're quite endearing." She purred once more, her free hand returning to caress his face. It took a lot of restraint not to bite her in retaliation, especially after she'd just exposed her true colors so blatantly. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect... A candidate to be my king. The one who'll turn the tide on this little revolution my subjects seem to think they're bound to win..."

'Sponge' confronts Ahsoka in the World Between Worlds (No Title)

"Lets take a look at the list of sacrifices then, shall we?" Sponge snarled "You sacrificed the lives of my vode by abandoning them and then aligning yourself to a wretched following of Mandos who had seen my kind as nothing more than subhuman pests. Sacrificed them yet again my letting loose a deranged sociopath who saw no issue in eradicating an entire battalion by crashing a ship on a moon. You spat in the face of the captain who loved you like one of his own, time and time again, because you were too good to be vod and too good to be Jedi. You did nothing to save those who survived a genocide, assuming your mission and your own life worth more than those of the children that were taken away to be turned into bloodhounds and attack dogs. You ignored efforts to save the lives of my kin who were just as much victims in all this as the Jedi themselves. You sacrificed EVERYTHING but yourself, you entitled disgusting Skywalkerish wench." "I did what I had to, to make things right! I'm fixing the Jedi!" "You aren't fixing anything. You are not a Jedi. You are nothing but a cowardly ignorant child, just like your putrid-hearted master before you." Sponge spat, disgust evident in their face. "And just like him, you resort to heinous acts

#Ask Game #WIP Game #gaeasun #star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #ahsoka tano #clone ocs #clone medic sponge #well kinda... It's not actually them but Ahsoka doesn't know that

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anxresi · 1 year

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GOD am I sick of this. (Watch Out, MAJOR Rant Ahead)

Why do Chloe haters (nearly) ALWAYS insist on using this tired old line to ‘win’ an argument?!

No-one (at least anyone I’M paying attention to) is saying Chloe should get away with her bullying because of her shitty parents.

We’re saying poor Chloe has been a victim of character assassination, sabotage, purposeful vandalism, ruination etc by the very person who created her! No... not her fictional dad or mom... but a certain real-life Frenchman by the name of Mr Thomas Astruc.

If you want a somewhat over-exaggerated parallel, it would be like Da Vinci painting a moustache on the Mona Lisa, Michaelangelo chopping David’s ‘bits’ off or Geppetto making Pinocchio into firewood (I say this because there’s been TWO movies about the lying puppet in the last year. Hint: don’t watch the Disney one).

It’s like... I can’t even debate these people, because they haven’t just got the wrong end of the stick, we’re not even in the same forest!

My point is to those somewhat disingenuous individuals, and let me be VERY blunt here, because I ain’t repeating myself... (clears throat):

Chloe’s Character Writing Has Been The Worst I’ve Ever Seen In A Professional Cartoon Show. The Fact They Utterly Destroyed One Of The Few People In Miraculous With Any Potential For Serious Development For Growth And Basically Replaced Her With Another Girl Who’s Just As Blandly ‘Perfect’ As Most Of The Other Females Demonstrates How Utterly Lacking In Ambition, Creativity And Talent The Makers Truly Are. (As If The Glaring Lack Of Other Positive Attributes To The Show Isn’t Evidence Enough) The Only Reason You Use A Completely Manufactured And Different Scenario Than The Case I Put Forward As Your Lone Defence Proves You KNOW I’m 100% Right. THAT’S Why So Many People Are Defending Her... Not Because They Think She Should Get Away With Her Progressively More Ridiculous Misdemeanors Inserted Into The Scripts To Convince The Audience To Hate Her More And More, But Because We Recognize The Less-Than-Subtle Route The Writers Have Taken In The Last Few Seasons To DESTROY Her Character, Her Role, Her Agency And Any Hidden Depths Or Layers She Might Have. This Is A Girl Who LOVED Her Daddy, (Occasionally) Valued Her Best Friend, Adored Adrikins, Confessed How Inadequate She Felt In Front Of Her Idol Ladybug, Made A Heartfelt Apology To Her Teacher In An Emotional Hug (It Made Me Cry :,/ ), Made REAL STRIDES With Her Behavior In terms Of Being More Independent Towards The End Of S2, Had An Intriguing Relationship With Her Favorite Stuffed Bear Which Acted As Her Conscience, Was Setting Herself Up To Be An Efficient Anti-Hero With Questionable Loyalties... And All This Fascinating Narrative Was Left To ROT In Favor Of Turning Her Into The Most Boringly Generic Baddie In The Entire History Of The Show. WELL DONE, EVERYONE. Then To Add Insult To Injury, They Claim This Was The Plan All Along And Her Rapid Deterioration Into A Teenage Psycho From A Standard School Bully Is Some Kind Of Bizarre Statement On ‘How Some People Can Never Change’ Rather Than The Obnoxiously Terrible Piece Of Hackneyed Writing It Actually Was. Damnation Arc? A Fancy Title For Utter Bullsh*t That’s An Insult To Miraculous Ladybug Fans’ Intelligence Everywhere, I Say. I Don’t Know About You Guys, But I Feel Cheated, Swindled, Bamboozled... You Name It, Or Just Thorughly P*ssed Off Should Suffice. Want Some Evidence For My Claims? Okay, Here Goes: Get Comfortable... Removing ALL Of Chloe’s Positive Traits And Redemptive Moments Overnight After S3. Pretending They Never Existed Or Happened In The First Place. Turning Her Into A Villainous One-Dimensional Sociopathic Object Of Ridicule. Giving Us Zoe Who’s Goodie-Two-Shoes Non-Personality Is No Substitute Whatsoever For The True Queen. Cynically Producing AN ENTIRE EPISODE in S5 For The Sake Of Retroactively Making CHLOE Solely Responsible For Adrinette Not Happening Sooner. (Thus Purposefully Exposing Her To More Vitriol From Obsessive Shippers) Pretending That She Had ‘Plenty Of Help’ To Change When The Truth Is No-One Seriously Attempted At All. (Even Saint Marinette ‘Encouraged’ Her And Good Ol’ Toxic Audrey To Bond By Being Awful To Each Other Instead Of Getting To The Heart Of Chloe’s REAL Issues), Breaking Up All Her Closest Relationships One By One Until The Only Person Left Is With Her Is Her Tyrannical Mother Who Promises To “Take Control’ Of Her Life Now In A Different Country That Her Father Has Disowned Her. (So I Guess Letting Chloe Get Further Traumatized By Her Main Abuser is Thomas’s Idea Of ‘Punishing’ Her... Great Message There For Children!) This Means Adrien Wants Nothing To Do With Her, Sabrina Has Been Unceremoniously Dumped And Even Butler Jean Has Been Fired With Little Fanfare. (Not That Chloe’s Had Any Interesting Interactions With Adrien Since S2... What Was The Point In Making Them Childhood Friends Again?! Her Dad Is Basically An Enabler Who Got Off Scot-Free Now He’s Resigned As Mayor And Looks To Have A Fresh Start With His ‘Perfect’ Adopted New Daughter, Sabrina Has Been MIA For YEARS And Only Gets Acknowledged This Once To Further Isolate And Damage Chloe And As For Butler Jean... Who?!) What It Boils Down To Is That Thomas Doesn’t Just Want To Strip Chloe Of The Bee Miraculous Permanently And Write Her Out Of The Show, Oh No! He Wanted To Transform Her Into The WORST Possible Version Of Herself To Try And Forcibly Extract Away The Last Few Fans She Has, And Then Give Her The WORST Possible Ending In The S5 Finale Despite Other Characters (E.g Gabriel) Doing FAR Worse And Yet Either Ending Up Getting ‘Redeemed’ Or Thought Of As Heroes(!). Oh, And Lila Has Multiple Moms Now(!), A Completely New Identity(!!) And Is The Main Antagonist From Now On(!!!)... I Think Her Superpower Is Dumbing Down Everyone Else So They’ll Believe Her Obvious Untruths. GREAT STORYTELLING, GUYS. Mr Astruc Is A Pathetic, Petty, Spiteful, Talentless Excuse For A Showrunner Who’s So Problematic To Discuss His Many And Numerous Controversies Would Take Another Post Probably Five Times As Big As This Already Overlong Wall Of Text, So We’ll Save That For Another Day. Good To See Though, That His ‘Brilliant” Scheme Appears To Be Failing And The More He Sticks Pins In Chloe’s Likeness The More Support She Gets Online And The More ‘Very Sweet’ Zoe Gets Hyped Up Into Something She’s Not, She’s Recognized As The Shallow Shill She Truly Is. I Just Hope Little Kids Aren’t Taken In By His Obvious Crusade To Make Chloe The Most Hated Teenager Since Joffrey. Why Couldn’t The Idea For Miraculous Have Fallen To A Guy Who Had Some Semblance Of Ability, Instead Of This Mediocre Hack Who’s Happy To Wallow In Stale Romantic Cliches, Underwhelming Superhero Fights, Uninteresting Lore, Non-Existent Continuity, Bbaadd Dialogue, Filler, Filler And More Filler, An Overabundance Of Characters = No Development For Them, ‘Special’ Episodes Abroad That Are Anything But, Prioritizing The Merchandise Above The Show ALWAYS, Allowing SO Many Spoilerific Leaks To Spread Under His Watch, Blocking Fans Left, Right And Center When They DARE To Question ANY Part Of His Writing (Because Apparently We’re Too Dumb To See The GENIUS)... And... rreesstt.

I am well aware that this post started out as one thing and ended up rather more convoluted than I hoped for, but Tumblr has always been a great source of therapy for me... so what better to get all my major bugbears out in one word soup of a paragraph that nobody will ever read if they know what’s good for them, before slouching back in my spinning chair with a glazed yet satisfied look on my face?

Nothing, that’s what.

#This was wwaayy longer than I intended #time to cut back on the coffee methinks #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #ml #ml spoilers #ml leaks #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ml salt

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it's sirius' birthday today, so - naturally - i have decided to depress myself by writing a little story about the the great tragedy of his happy life being snatched away from him at the ripe old age of almost twenty-two.

the title for this pieces comes not from the philip larkin poem of the same name - although it's not not sirius-coded - but from the song live fast, die old by frank turner, which is the most james-and-sirius thing i've ever heard.

September 1979

‘It is a miracle you’re not dead.’

‘I thought I was about to be. You should have seen the way he was brandishing those fire tongs.’

‘I think you might actually be the luckiest bastard alive, Pads. I’m in awe.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t have wanted to die without you being there to witness it. If I’m going to get my head caved in by Mad-Eye Moody for breaking a mug without giving him prior warning and making him think there’s a Death Eater lurking in his kitchen cupboards, then I expect you to enjoy watching it happen.’

‘As, indeed, I would. Pass me that bottle?’

Sirius hands him a bottle in which the last dregs of a very good firewhisky - the mellow, amber colour of late summer - undulates. James swigs from it.

‘You look like a twat doing that.’

‘No I don’t! I look cool!’

‘You look like a fifteen-year-old having his first drink.’

James snorts. ‘Listen, you know I don’t, because you were there when I had my first drink. So you know that -’

‘- the fact you’re not hurling your guts up crying about how you’ll never win the world cup means that this is nothing like that.’

‘Exactly.’

‘Fair enough.’

James passes the bottle back and flops once more on the grass. The golden haze of sunrise slouches over the garden - catching the lime-green leaves of the beech and the dew-drops on the spider’s webs hanging from the door of the shed James never uses - and the whole garden seems to be encased in glass; a terrarium - shimmering and shining - which has been made into their perfect habitat, like the weird moss-filled thing Bertram bloody Aubrey used to have for his toad.

He imagines some benevolent owner lovingly arranging the detritus of their impromptu party - he’d only come round to update James and Lils on his latest meeting with Mad-Eye, Dumbledore’s orders, and that was fifteen hours ago - on the lawn around them and starts laughing.

‘What are you giggling about?’ grins James, his eyes glittering like caramel as it’s poured from a pan. A surefire sign that his mind was turned towards mischief.

‘I don’t even fucking know. Fucking everything, Prongs.’

James starts laughing too. He has a perfect laugh - uproarious and rich, the sort of laugh you wish could be preserved in amber - and it’s perfect for that morning, with its golden dawn and the crisp-apple bite to the air which says that autumn, and its promise of driving Lily to distraction by carving rude things into pumpkins, is on its way. It’s perfect for that perfect morning, when they’re both that brilliant sort of drunk which makes the soft blue of the sky seem all the clearer.

He lies back, the grass tickling his cheek, and looks up at the heavens, which stretch endlessly before him, revealed bit-by-bit by the new day’s light.

That horrible house - the prison of his childhood - seems so far away that he’s not sure he didn’t dream the whole thing.

It seems like something out of a fairytale - the sort of topsy-turvy formlessness of fantasy - to think that he had once been so miserable that he’d longed to self-destruct, to shatter like a dry bone and be scattered. It seemed absurd to look back at his sixteen-year-old self, rattling around on the Knight Bus as it sped him to James, and to freedom, and realise that he had once been unable to comprehend the idea of being truly happy.

But he is. Life stretches before him unfettered, beckoning to him and James and winking knowingly. You won’t grow old gracefully, it says, with a mischievous glint in its eye. Neither will he

It’s got that right. He and James made a promise within seconds of meeting to still be friends when they were ninety, living next door to each other and scandalising all the village witches and impressing all the village children with the rumours about their dissolute youths. And dissolute middle ages.

‘You’re my best friend,’ says James, because the whisky’s hit him. ‘We’re going to be best friends forever. Even when we’re fucking ancient.’

‘Yep. I know we are.’

‘This was a great party, wasn’t it, Pads?’

‘Party of the year, I’ve heard.’

‘I think I’d like every party I ever have to be like this.’ He’s staring at the sky, squinting behind his glasses, suddenly introspective. The sunlight makes his skin look like honey.

Sirius does the same. ‘I promise that all your parties will start because I have a run-in with Alastor Moody, Lils wants an excuse to open a bottle of cherry brandy, and you want the chance to act like a soft cunt at five in the morning,’ he says, watching a beam of sunlight shimmers behind a cloud, turning its solid white fluffiness into something sheer - gauzy - like a veil.

‘Cheers, mate. Appreciate it.’

The undulating blue-and-gold of morning is so beautiful, clouds rising up like castles from the sea. If Sirius wasn’t so happy it would be painful to see it. As it is…

‘I think sometimes that me and Lils will move by the sea,’ says James. ‘When we’re older. When we have a couple of kids. Yeah, we’ll move by the sea. And have parties in a house all filled with light.’

#happy birthday sirius #sorry your life sucked #asenora fics #sirius black #james potter #high windows #in celebration of one of frank turner's absolute bangers

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Sofmap Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Ayato VS Kanato VS Laito ~”

Original title: ヴァンパイア達の日常ボードゲーム編～アヤトVSカナトVSライト～

Source: Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage Animate Tokuten Drama CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: Back when I translated the silent squad version of this CD, I remember thinking to myself that it had to be the funniest drama CD I ever had the pleasure of listening to. While I still think the Shuu/Reiji/Subaru one is just a little better, this CD definitely delivers as well. I’m just not that crazy about the triplets, but if you’re a triplet stan, you’ll be sure to have a blast with this one!

*Thud*

Laito: …What’s this? A board game…? Heehー Seems like the perfect way to kill some time. I’ll go show this to the other two guys~

The scene shifts to the living room.

Laito: Ayato-kun, Kanato-kun~ I found something interesting! …Geez! At least answer in some way! You heard me, didn’t you?

Ayato: Buzz off! Be quiet!

Kanato: You’re an annoyance so please keep it down.

Laito: Oh come on, don’t be like that! Look, I stumbled upon this board game I’ve never seen before, so why don’t we play together?

Ayato: A board game…? Keh! Stupid. I bet it’s hella borin’ with a bunch of words.

Kanato: Nobody is stopping you from playing by yourself.

Laito: You’re both so cold…You might actually enjoy it once you give it a try? Hear me out! It says that this game is based on the concept of ‘life’.

Kanato: You are only making me lose interest even more. I could care less about such a thing.

Laito: How come? Let’s experience a human’s life first-hand! I think this would be a great way to study the human world.

Ayato: Haah!? Study!? Then I’m definitely not playin’ that shit!

Laito: …Oh, I see~ Well,there’s always a clear winner with these kind of games after all. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to play because you’re terrified of losing~

Ayato: Ah…? Oi. I can’t let that one slide.

Laito: I mean, you don’t think you can win, hence you don’t want to play, correct? I understand. If you really don’t want to, then I won’t force you either. I bet you wouldn’t want to come in last place, huh?

Ayato: Last place, who? Don’t just assume that would happen! I’m number one, even at games! …If you still don’t get that, guess I’ll have to prove my point with this one.

Laito: Eh? Which means…You’re up for it? Guess I have no other choice then~ If you want to play that badly, I’ll let you join. …Here, this is your pawn~

*Thud*

Ayato: …S-Sure. Oi, Kanato. You better play as well.

Kanato: Haahー... I can’t believe you’d fall for Laito’s obvious taunts so easily. How many times do you need to get tricked before you’ll understand?

Ayato: Aah…!? What are you talkin’ ‘bout?

Laito: How mean! I didn’t trick him or anything!

Kanato gets up from his seat.

Kanato: I have no time for this. I’m going back to my room.

Ayato: Oi, wait, Kanato! I can’t prove that I’m number one if you don’t join as well!

Kanato: Oh, don’t worry. We all know that you are the number one idiot of the family. ーー Anyway, I’m heading back to my room. I don’t want to get caught up in this worthless game.

Laito: Worthless? So in other words…You’re not confident you can win, correct?

Kanato: …Oh, no problem. Unlike that doofus over there, I am perfectly fine with being in last place.

Ayato: You bastard…Just how many times do you have to call me an idiot, huh!?

Kanato: I think it’s about time you realize that I still haven’t said it nearly enough.

Laito: Wait, wait! Geez, don’t fight, you two! …Listen, Kanato-kun. There’s this delicious slice of cake in the fridge.

Kanato: …!! Cake…? Could it be…The one we ate yesterday?

Laito: Exactly! The one Reiji made! I didn’t have any and put my piece in the fridge to eat later.

Kanato: Don’t tell me you’d be willing…to let me have it!?

Laito: If you promise to play with us, it’s all yours! …But I guess you’re not as naive as to get won ver by something as simple as a slice of caーー

Kanato: Deal! Let’s get to it right away!

Ayato: That was quick. Who’s the simple-minded one now, huh?

Laito: Let’s get started then!

Kanato: Yes, that’s fine. However, I will eat my slice of cake first.

Ayato: Anyway, that means all three of us are playing, right? This is a great opportunity to remind you guys that I’m the top dog!

Laito: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Then, we need to decide the playing order first.

Ayato: Order? I’m obviously goin’ first!

Laito: That doesn’t sound very fair, does it? …Everyone deserves an equal chance. Let me think…Ah! This board game comes with a roulette, so how about the person who spins the highest number gets to go first?

Ayato: Heck yeah! Imma get the highest number!

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Hah! How’s that, huh? I’m number one, just like I said!

Kanato: Hahn…Nom…How can you act all high and mighty when we were only deciding the playing order? Please keep that attitude for when you actually win the game.

Laito: Kanato-kun, you should also choose between eating or talking. …But now we know we’re going to go in the order of Ayato-kun, Kanato-kun and finally me. Well then, start us off, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: I just gotta spin the roulette like I did earlier, right? Here I go!

Ayato spins the roulette.

Ayato: ‘Kay, five squares forwards.

*Thud thud thud thud thud*

Ayato: So, what’s written here? ‘Whoever ends up on this square, gets takoyaki.’...is what it says. I like the sound of that! …But what does it mean?

Kanato: I think you just have to ‘assume’ you got it?

Ayato: That’s no fuーー

*Poof*

Ayato: …!? O-Oi…! Takoyaki showed up in front of my eyes out of nowhere! A whole mountain of them!

Kanato: What on earth just happened!? How could that just appear out of thin air…?

Ayato: Who gives a damn!? Since they showed up in front of me, it means I can eat these, right?

Laito: Are you sure you should eat something so shady? It might not be actual takoyaki.

Ayato: I’m sure it’ll be fine! I have faith in the takoyaki! …Mmphー!?

Laito: What’s wrong? Did one of them get stuck in your throat or something?

Ayato: Mmh…! They’re delicious!

Kanato: Okay, I’m up next. I’ll spin the roulette, okay?

Laito: Mmh. Keep on going.

Ayato: Oi, don’t ignore me! This takoyaki is seriously delicious!

Laito: Eeh~? Is that so? I guess it really was just regular takoyaki then.

Kanato: Exactly. He’s already worked his way through the entire load.

Ayato: Mmh…Damnit! That wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me!

Laito: Anyway, this means that whatever’s written on the board…

Kanato: Yes. It seems like it becomes reality.

Ayato: That’s hella rad! I always thought the games here in the human world were kinda dull, but there’s some real gems amongst them!

Laito: Hold up, Ayato-kun. I don’t think such a game exists in the human world. Why don’t you read what it says on the front of the box?

Ayato: Ah…? Over here?

*Rustle*

Ayato: ‘Super popular! A board game straight from the Demon World.’ …This thing was made in the Demon World! No wonder I thought it smelt fishy!

Kanato: You sure have some nerve to say that after you had no issue downing that takoyaki earlier.

Laito: Well, turns out it’s not actually a game from this world but who cares as long as it’s fun, right? It was pretty interesting to see a real serving of takoyaki pop up and if it comes from the Demon World, it should be right up our alley, right?

Ayato: I guess you have a point. …’Kay, let’s keep going!

Kanato: Very well. It’s my turn next. I’m in the mood for a sweet dessert. I’d like a square which will give me a whole bucket of pudding.

Laito: Sorry to break it to you, but I don’t think this game works like you’re ordering from a menu at a cafe.

Kanato: I’ll accept a parfait made with ice cream and fresh fruits as well! …Well then, time to spin the roulette.

ーー Three. Well then, I’ll move my pawn forward.

*Thud thud thud*

Kanato: …? What’s this? ‘A large amount of stuffed animals is coming your way…?’ ーー it says. …Hm. Judging from what happened earlier…Don’t tell me…Will this actually come true?

*Rumble rumble*

Laito: Hm? Does anyone else hear trouble?

Stuffed animals come falling down on Kanato.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Uwah!? …A huge amount…Ouch…! …Of plushies…is raining down on me…from above…!!

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: They keep on coming…And for some reason, only on top of Kanato-kun…

Ayato: Amazin’...Where do they even come from?

Kanato: As if I know…!! …Ugh…Don’t just stand there calmly…and…do something about this…!!

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: That’s easier said than done…We can’t save you from that army of stuffed animals.

Kanato: What did I do…to deserve this…!? Uu…

*Thud*

Ayato: Ahーah…He got completely buried underneath. Oiー! Are you still alive down there?

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Ughー! Haah, haah…Of course I am! I don’t care if it’s just some game…I won’t let myself get humiliated like this…!

Ayato: You love this shit, don’t you? You should be happy to get so many of them!

Kanato: I’m not happy at all! I might be able to let it slide if these were cute plushies, but I don’t want these ugly abominations! …Why does only Ayato get what he likes!? That’s unfair!

Ayato: Like I know!? Complain to this game, not to me!

Laito: Well then, it’s my turn to spin the roulette next~

Ayato: Heh! I bet you’re gonna end up on a weird square as well.

Laito: We’ll see~ Ready…go!

ーー Let me see. Seven squares.

*Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud*

Laito: …Hm?

Kanato: What’s written on there this time? …If you get your favorite food too, I’m throwing a riot.

Laito: No…It doesn’t seem to be my favorite food. ‘You fall into the ocean and have to skip a turn’...it says.

Ayato: Hehe…! What’s that? Hilarious!

Laito: What could this mean? Based on what we saw earlier, then this will probably happen in real life but…

*SPLASH*

Laito: Wah!? …What is this!? …Geez! I’m completely drenched! This is the worst!

Ayato: Haha! You’re soaked! There goes those clothes you love so much. On top of that…You’ve even got an octopus stuck on your hat, haha! …Oi, let’s cook up some takoyaki with that bad boy!

Laito: Eh!? Is there really an octopus stuck on me!? …Uwah! Its tentacles are on my face…! …Ayato-kun, please…Could you take this off?

Ayato: Hah? Do that yourself.

Laito: I-I can’t…! I mean…It’s just so nasty…”

*Squish squish*

Laito: Uwah! I can feel its suction cups on my back as well…! Uu…I’m begging you…Ayato-kun…

Ayato: Fuck off! I don’t wanna touch that octopus either! Figure something out!

Laito: Eek…! Please…I really can’t take it anymore…Uu…

Kanato: Gosh, could you pipe down already?

Kanato grabs hold of the octopus.

Kanato: Don’t make those disgusting noises over some stupid octopus…

He removes it from Laito’s body.

Laito: Haah…I expected no less from you, Kanato-kun. Thank you for removing it…

Kanato: That doesn’t matter. More importantly, why is Ayato-kun the only one having a good time here!? It’s no fair!

Laito: I agree! …Achoo!

Ayato: Heh! I don’t know either. Well, I guess it all comes down to karma.

Kanato: In that case, you should be having the worst luck of the three, no?

Ayato: Say whatever you want. All I can hear is a couple of sour losers. …Come on, let’s keep going!

Laito: I think you’re looking for the term ‘sore losers’...? (1) You dummy. …Hey, are we really going to keep going? I’m kind of tired of this game.

Ayato: What are you saying? You’re the one who offered we’d play! Watch closely! Imma spin the roulette a second time!

ーー Um, three squares, right? Better move my pawn forward.

*Thud thud thud*

Ayato: What did I get this time? ‘All windows in the manor break.’ ーー it says.

*SHATTER*

Kanato & Laito: Uwah!?

Laito: Ah-aah…All of the windows in the living room were blown to pieces. What are you going to do about this, Ayato-kun? I’m positive Reiji will be mad about this.

Ayato: Don’t ask me! The glass broke on its own! It’s not my fault! …Che. Fuck! I had such a good square earlier too!

Laito: I feel like this is going downhill real quick…Should we just stop after all? Because something really bad happens.

Kanato: No! I have not yet given up on my bucket of pudding! It’s my turn next so I’ll spin the roulette right away.

…Four squares.

*Thud thud thud thud*

Kanato: …Hm. …This is?

Ayato: It says that Subaru’s coffin will explode.

Laito: Subaru-kun’s coffin? These messages are finally becoming personal. …Anyway, this means…

*BOOM*

Laito: Well…That was to be expected.

Ayato: You done fucked up. Imma tell Subaru it’s your fault later.

Kanato: Be my guest! I didn’t actually do anything myself.

Laito: …Nfu~ Now that we’ve come this far, it kind of makes you want to know how the game will end, don’t you think? It’s my turn next, right? I’ll spin the roulette~!

Um…

*Thud thud thud*

Laito: ‘Shuu’s vinyls explode…!?’

*BOOM*

Laito: This sound…Seems like they actually did explode, huh?

Ayato: Hehe! This is really starting to get risky. If they find out, they might just kill us. …!!

Kanato: …? Is it just my imagination…or has the mood suddenly changed?

Laito: Right…Could it be because of what happened earlier? ー They can hear people running to the living room.

Ayato: Shit…These footsteps…They’re coming!! If they find us right now, we’ll definitely be given the blame and then our heads are on the chopping block!

Laito: That sucks! Who even suggested we’d play this game? Ayato-kun, you should keep these games to a minimum.

Ayato: Who is playing dumb now, huh!? You’re the one whoーー

Laito: Hey! Now’s not the time for that!! More importantly, we have to do something about the situation at hand.

Kanato: Exactly. I can’t stand the thought of being unrightfully scolded for something I had absolutely no control over! So, what are we going to do?

Ayato: We gotta make a barricade! Let’s block the entrance by pushing the sofa and some desks in front of it!

Kanato: That’s a pretty good idea coming from someone like you. Well then, Ayato. Get straight to it.

Ayato: Haah…!? Why do I have to do it by myself!?

Laito: I guess we really have no other choice. We’ll block the entrance and while Reiji and the others are trying to get past it, we’ll use that time to make a run for it. We should still be able to talk our way out of the damage dealt. Come on, Ayato-kun! Let’s move that couch over there!

Ayato: Yeah! I’m lifting it up!

Laito: Ugh…

*Thud*

Ayato: Okay, the desk is up next. Kanato, get rid of the board on top.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Laito! You grab the opposite side of the desk!

Laito: Yeah, yeah.

*Thud*

Ayato: Okay, this should do. …We actually did a pretty good job. I doubt they’ll get in any time soon now.

Kanato: Good grief…I can’t believe you’re asking me to do physical labor. I’m totally beat.

Ayato: You haven’t even done a damn thing!

Kanato: Oh shut up, Ayato. Reiji and the others will hear you. Well then, let’s use this opportunity to get ouーー

His foot bumps into the roulette.

*Thud*

Kanato: …Ow! Which idiot left the board laying around here!?

Laito: You did, remember? You moved it out of the way while we were making the barricade earlier.

Ayato: Oi…Hold up. Isn’t the roulette spinning?

Laito: …Huh? Ah, yeah. It did. …Ah-aah…It’s all because you kicked it, Kanato-kun.

Kanato: Haah!? Don’t tell me you’re blaming me now!? My foot bumped against it, remember!? I’m the victim here! Uu…Yet, you…are making it seem like it’s all my fault…Uu…

Ayato: Che…Don’t waste your time cryin’ like a baby. …Anyway, what does the roulette say? Which square did we end up on?

Laito: Um…Let’s see…It landed on ‘3’ so moving three squares forward from where Kanato-kun’s pawn was…

*Thud*

Kanato: Uu…Sob… ーー It says ‘The whole manor goes boom.’

Ayato & Laito: …!!

Kanato: I’m never playing a board game agaーー

*BOOM*

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(1) Ayato gets the expression wrong and says 負け犬の鳴き声 or ‘make-inu no nakigoe’ which literally means ‘the cries of a loser (lit. losing dog)’ while it should be 負け犬の遠吠え or ‘make-inu no tou-boe’, which literally means ‘the distant howling of loser (lit. losing dog)’. For my English translation, I had him say ‘sour’ instead of ‘sore’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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sinnerista · 5 months

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2, 7, 18 for the tennis ask game :) -from @rublobeloved's main <3

Hi darling thanks for the ask I’m enjoying this more than I anticipated (*evil laugh*)

2) honestly I just go for the energy a person gives off. In any context not just for tennis. And. Hear me out, I was first intrigued years ago by the fact that Italy had finally some highly competitive tennis players and A LOT of them even. But i used to prefer a fast and varied game than the hammering from the baseline which surprisingly (to me) is an italian thing???? But I saw this kid, on court, either loosing or winning, never changing his attitude, towards opponents, ampires, fans, interviews.. he had always looked so focused on his path, on perfecting every aspect of his game, controlling his mind and emotions.. I was like in awe! Like.. this man should write a book and teach us all how to stay in this world, for real.. like a guru…so humble, grounded, hard working, simple like the boy next door who doesn’t have a dish washer but is also a millionaire.. like.. we don’t have that many sports figure (male) in Italy like that. He’s the antihero in our country sports history.. and he’s so young. And I kinda look up to him for life advice??? Try to follow his example?? And I now respect the man as much as I love his game: in the last year I’ve learned more about the subtleties of tennis strategies and I now love the chess-like rallies from the baseline.. and jannik in the meantime had grown his arsenal and his tennis is unbelievable now, at its peak, and I am so so lucky to say I’ve seen it live, incredible matches, historic moments and yeah I’m digressing. He’s the best.

7) MA IL CIELOOO È SEEEMPREEE PIÙ BLUUUUU!!!!!

(trans: “and the sky is bluer and bluer”. Which is the title of the famous Italian song they played when we won the Davis cup. Blue being the official colour of the national Italian team. And I’m not crying it’s the wind from how fast jannik sent all his anties to hell -and nole too and with him the whole old generation)

18) I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that they don’t know at what time they are gonna play. Probably nothing can’t be done. And that they don’t really have that many holidays throughout the year. Like.. I dunno.. this one is really tough to answer but I’d probably make the clay and grass seasons a bit longer so that different players can have a chance to win more titles??? I just love clay season and the racket hitting the shoe gestures to get rid of the clay. Ohh oh I got it I got it. I’d force white outfits for the whole grass season too!Wimbledon old game masters knew what they were doing and they were probably thirsty fangirls. 😌

Sorry for the essay I got carried away. It is indeed therapeutic for the bored tennis fan’s soul.. I feel invigorated and can’t go to sleep now 😫

#I this essay I will #never stop praising jannik sinner #sometimes I forget what happened a few weeks ago #honourable mention for Andrey thou since he’s my favourite too #I just love him and spend most of my time worried about his mental state so he’s the problematic child of the 2..#it will time but we’ll get him to feel better and stop hurting himself with the rackets during matches #andrey rublev #jannik sinner #tennisblr #tennis #atp tour

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clan-of-clams · 1 year

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Brazil (1985) dir. Terry Gilliam

Brazil is one of the most impressive towering achievements of film both in the 80's and of all time, and it happens to be one of my personal favorites. I decided today to check out the Love Conquers All version, where the movie was nabbed by the studio and surreptitiously recut without the director's approval to be more palatable for general audiences, lopping off a staggering 48 minutes from the movie's ultimate runtime to change nearly everything about it, and let me tell ya, it was bad. Real bad.

Right off the bat the problems begin with the opening scene, where instead of the wall of televisions being bombed, the scene immediately cuts to the end of the restaurant scene set to happen MUCH further on into the film, no elaboration or establishment of any of the characters in the slightest, just a quick cut to the end of a fantastic scene completely divorced from context before the place is bombed and the opening title appears. What is the reason for this change? Pfft, ya got me.

Whereas in the original, the smiling grandfatherly face of this future bureaucratic fascism gives an interview on the TV about how the M.O.I. are winning their fight with terrorist revolutionaries despite their bombing campaign being well into it's 14th year ("Beginner's luck!" he casually chides.), and establishing that those the department of Information Retrieval (torture) actually charge the poor tortured victims a cost for their torture, in this recut, aaaaaall of that important establishing information is gone and replaced with... Nothing! Zip! Nada! Zilch!

These sorts of ridiculously incomprehensible changes persist through the entire runtime, cutting nearly all the dream sequences and totally erasing Bob Hoskins' absolutely pitch-perfect standout character from the film except for his introduction and demise, until it mercifully comes to an end...

SPOILERS

...Or at least it fucking TRIES to. In the original film, the escape sequence is punctuated with the brilliant gut-punch of a reveal that our hero has lost his mind in the torture chair. He was never rescued by revolutionary Robert De Niro, his true love was shot and killed in their bed, and here he sits reduced to a drooling husk of his former self, driven by who he once considered a friend into a state of madness. The only happy ending he gets being the one in his dreams, forever living out a perfect life in his mind while absently humming the title song echoing into the torture chamber as credits roll...

But, as this version dictates rather clearly in the title, love must conquer all, and so instead of a challenging, interesting, heartbreaking ending that leaves an impact in the viewers mind that will not soon be forgotten... INSTEAD, it just cuts to credits at the end of the fantasy right before the reveal... A happy ending.

I regret watching this. I might very well have a greater appreciation for everything the original does right after it, but mostly I just feel angry with the knowledge that THIS is the only version some people may have seen.

#Brazil #1985 #Brazil 1985 #Terry Gilliam

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bracedfangirl · 1 year

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I'm not sure if I should post this, but I feel like this doesn't get addressed very often in this fandom... So yeah rant about season 5 ahead

Honestly I loved S5. It's my favorite season. And I feel like it was absolutely revolutionary for Ninjago.

First, let's discuss the reasons why:

This is the first ninjago season that has a truly dark theme, and is the first time the villain is stronger than the ninja and is also life threatening.

Now Morro is not an original villain at his core. He is heavily based on Tai Lung from Kung fu panda. But. He's also very very different from Tai Lung in many ways, and his overall story is even more different.

Tai Lung wants power, and to be considered the prophesized hero by his master and the way he wants to do that is by defeating the actual hero in a fair duel. (This is proven in the bridge scene that became a meme).

Morro is very far from that. He wants the title, but not because it grants him any extra power (we know Lloyd's powers are hereditary and not based on the green gi). It's technically just a sidequest for him since the main goal is to free his master and conquer all realms. He wants to get it just so he can rub it in the face of both Wu and destiny that he was always strong enough for it.

And this approach is presented in the way he handles meeting the rightful holder of the title he wants. He doesn't even offer Lloyd the chance of a fair fight, and decides to assert his dominance through something that is a combination of the worst humiliation and mental and physical torture.

He's far more threatening than Tai Lung because his motivation isn't to gain ultimate power no matter the cost. His motivation is not even revealed till the middle of the season, and once it is he becomes even more threatening because we learn that he only needs Lloyd to find the tomb, which paired with the fact that he wants Lloyd's title means that he most likely plans to kill Lloyd the moment he gets his hands on the crystal and doesn't need him anymore.

And the only reason you genuinely believe that he plans to kill Lloyd once he's achieved his goal is just the way he acts, and perhaps how the ninja handle him. He never explicitly expresses this, and this is a kid's show, the villain can't murder the hero. But you can just feel that yeah, this guy can and will kill the protagonist if he wins.

And Morro's the first time in Ninjago that a villain has this vibe and aura.

He inherits the "stronger than our heroes" attribute from Tai Lung, but there's another crucial difference from him even in that department...

Because the ninja never actually defeat Morro in a final fight of some kind. Lloyd doesn't kick his ass in a grand last duel, like how Po wipes the floor with Tai Lung at the end of the movie. In fact Lloyd technically loses both of the kinda fair duels he has with Morro in ep 53 and 54. Morro remains the stronger than the heroes villain.

That was so well hidden that I didn't realize it until fairly recently. And I've seen this season many many times.

And honestly I have a very hard time explaining just how big of an impact that had on 10 year old me. That scene where he threatens to kill Lloyd if he doesn't get the realm crystal was the first time a threat like that from a villain felt genuine and real for me. He didn't say or do anything to get that extra effect in that scene, it's what he does in the season earlier and what he's implied to have done off screen that makes his threat believable.

Now let's talk about the not so great parts of season 5. I'm not gonna mention the cloud kingdom mess, cause honestly it was not that horrible.

This was the perfect opportunity for ninjago to be a bit more mature and show a bit more mature stuff. Everything happening on screen implies that what's happening off screen is even darker and more interesting... But that's just it... Almost all of the dark and mature stuff happens off screen and is only hinted at.

The season is titled possession, and all of the promo material suggests this is a Lloyd season but... We get to know very little about the mechanics of ghosts and possession, and the show never actually addressed Lloyd's side of this story. Not just in this season... What happened with Lloyd between ep 46 and 52 is literally never mentioned again, even though the way he looks when he's rescued implies that Morro's done some bad traumatising stuff to him.

What's the point of a mature theme and implied two side story when nothing mature is shown and one of the sides of the story are never explored?

I'm especially mad about this because S8 and S9 (and technically S12 and S13 because of the Harumi references) shows that ninjago can get dark and do a personal traumatising villain with Lloyd, that ninjago can actually juggle two different storylines and locations in the same season and that it works and is loved by fans. Ninjago literally does the same things they should've done with S5 and it works! Lloyd's Harumi related trauma is addressed at least to some degree, and we are even exactly shown what causes Lloyd to have trauma related to her.

Like if they could do this, why didn't they in S5? Dotd also had the perfect opportunity to address what happened between Lloyd and Morro and they willingly ignored it, and that was in 2017. By then they were already planning to do the Harumi thing, so the change in mentality to the mature and dark stuff in ninjago had already happened... So yeah? Where the hell is Lloyd's side of S5? Where's his Morro and ghost related trauma?

They made Cole a ghost in S5. And I'm gonna be perfectly honest here, turning Cole into a ghost was completely pointless because they didn't address how Cole feels about being the same thing that's probably causing permanent damage to his friend at the moment nor how Lloyd might have a hard time adjusting to Cole being a ghost after he just had his body stolen from him by one. Like? What's the point of Cole being a ghost? It doesn't really have any plot relevance, he doesn't do much with his abilities that actively help the team win, nor is he hindered by it in any meaningful way...

And now comes the part I'm the most upset about, and that is the way Wu handled the events of this season.

Even though Tai Lung is much less evil and threatening than Morro, his place in his movie worked better. Why? Because Shifu actively admits that he was wrong putting the idea that Tai Lung could be the dragon warrior in his head and then rigorously training him to achieve that goal. And then Shifu apologizes. And for a split second Tai Lung was actually touched by it too.

Wu on the other hand doesn't seem to take any responsibility for the way Morro turned out. He does try to save Morro in the end, but never tells him he screwed up with that prophecy and never apologizes to him.

And it's even worse because Wu's context is different. Tai Lung beat up Shifu's students and then wanted to beat up Po as well, who is Shifu's newest pupil who he's the least attatched to. But his revenge is still mostly centered around Shifu.

Morro kidnapped and possessed Wu's nephew. Morro doesn't target Wu at all, doesn't want to take out his anger on him or punish him for denying him his destiny. He takes his anger out on Wu's best student, without knowing he's Wu's nephew at first. Morro didn't target Lloyd because he was someone Wu cared about, Lloyd was his target solely because of his title.

And Wu doesn't really seem concerned at all. He doesn't share that anxiety about Lloyd being in mortal peril with the ninja. His nephew is being tortured by his adopted son and Wu doesn't seem like he's that worried about it... And just like how he never apologizes to Morro, he never apologizes to Lloyd either, for allowing a past mistake he made to permanently damage his nephew.

And this last part is what gets me furious. Because in S11 when Aspheera appears and takes Kai's powers, Wu is very remorseful about it. He apologizes to Kai for allowing his past mistake to hurt him.

He apologizes for his foe from 1000 years ago taking his student's powers, but not for a person he fucking raised permanently scarring and almost killing his nephew. Like yeah I get that these were two different eras with two different writers but c'mon, that inconsistency is pretty harmful to Wu's character and just makes him look like a horrible person and family member.

So yeah I'm really salty that all the dark, mature and fun stuff in S5 was left out, when later on it became clear that this sorta vibe does work with ninjago pretty well...

This was a really long rant and I'm sorry, but if anyone had the patience to read through it, and agrees with me it was worth it. If you happened to agree, and feel like it, feel free to tag me in discussions, or send me an ask!

#ninjago #ninjago s5 #rant #ninjago rant #yeah this ended up as a really long analysis #but whatever i needed to say this #ive never seen anyone point this out sooo

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