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yuugen-benni · 4 months

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''Not a Father's Day''

When your husband gets a baby fever TAGS: Childe x reader, the word ''sex'' appear only once, mentions of pregnancy (yes I'm breaking my own rule), Modern AU A/N: This is based on ''How I met your mother'' T4 E7, and I'M OBSESSED WITH THE HEADER PLUSHIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Guys, when you get married remember, Marriage has three stages:

Stage number 1: Teen era Even after you've known each other for years and years, almost tried to kill each other, and probably seen you both naked, you'll act like teenagers in their prime. You know, teasing, blushing for any reason, sex in the most inopportune places, those things that one day you will remember and feel ashamed of yourself.

Stage number 2 - Finding out The part of the relationship where you realize you knew absolutely nothing about your partner. Actually, "Nothing" is an exaggeration but you get the point. You start to know about small things that are shocking to the point of being considered a secret. Everyone has a secret, right? And the best way to count them is to dump each one. For example, Childe talking about her crazy exes:

''it's raining, look!….Oh, this reminds me so much of a crazy ex of mine who was in front of my apartment one night yelling about how she and I were meant for each other, and her husband was by her side! And the unbelievable was-''

And he kept talking and talking, while your expression was screaming ''There is more ?!'' and your mind thanks God for being normal;

Stage number 3 - Perfect couple

Here is when you became a perfect couple. What is a perfect couple? Two people who have spent so much time together that they can now create an encyclopledia about their partner. Habits, tics, favorite foods, the number of Hot Wheels cars your partner has collected, that sort of thing. Even reading expressions is possible;

The fights end and so do the disagreements

But there is only one subject that can break this: Babies.

''Hey babe, I'm back!" Childe announces his arrival, the door closes behind him as he walks over to you in the kitchen, and peck your lips "I was on my way here when I found out this little sock on our doorstep…?" Childe leans on the counter by his side with a confused expression while he plays with the child's sock, noticing the cute little blue patterns. You, who was kindly decorating cookies for Childe's siblings, looked up to look at the little thing

''It must be from new neighbors, they got the opposite apartment and knocked our door asking for help'' You started, leaving aside the piping bag ''Finally some new people! It's been so long since someone rented an apartment here'' the man commented, approaching the cookies discreetly before wincing at the slap you gave his hand

''They have two kids'' Continuing ''a baby girl and a boy with Teucer's age''

At the mention of his brother, Childe's expression changed, forgetting his red fingers. ''Awesome, we could invite them to dinner this weekend, If that's not a problem'' He gave an idea, but then raised an eyebrow at your dull expression

''They seem like good people…but I-I'm sure they'll ask those awkward questions like 'when are you two having a baby' and then apologize for being intrusive after being intrusive'' Of course, it was just an assumption, you had only interacted with them for minutes but your biggest mistake in this conversation was bringing up the subject you two avoid. Childe laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

''Well-''

"Childe, we already talked about this. You just have a silly baby fever, and in case you didn't know, fever goes away" You quickly dismissed him, knowing he wouldn't give up so soon. Having a child was a big request, a big wish. But it's not like it wouldn't be ''easy'', you have enough money to have 50 kids and they still wouldn't use up half of Childe's bank account. His family lives in the apartment next door and could teach you more about how to take care of children…But there was still an insecurity boiling inside you.

"But what if it doesn't go away ? What If the urge to go out just to buy little socks for our child keeps eating me ?" He was almost pleading, looking into your eyes just when you tried to avoid his gaze

"...First, you need to give me good arguments" you replied after sigh, somewhat expressing your guilty. Childe opens a big smile and approaches you once more, A fox look - persuasive "hmm... don't you want hold a mini silly Childe in your arms ?-"

"Cut it off! This is serious!"

"O-okay!" He chuckled softly before silence filled the room, he looked at the floor and then at the main kitchen window "We would practically be building a story…That's not the reason I would want to have a child, in fact you is my reason. Sometimes I feel like you are the reason for my existence… and they would [literally] understand me"

You stayed quiet and walked away from the counter, taking off your apron before gently kissing his lips. He cupped your face, wiping away the small traces of flour on your cheeks. ''I'm convincing, aren't I?'' He whispered and pulled away, taking a few steps backwards as he bit into the cookie he stole while you weren't looking. Bastard. You didn't even have time to shout at him because the man was already on the other side of the apartment; you sighed, but couldn't help but giggle.

You married a idiot, a handsome idiot. Have fun.

#yes guys I like sitcoms it's my obsession #this was actually fun to write!#benni #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #2024 is my year #genshin #childe #tartaglia #Obrigadaeuteamo

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seresinsbabe · 1 year

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Conveniently Yours

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Cancer, talk of death, talk of parental death, cursing, eventual smut. Uhhhh nothing else I can think of. If I missed anything I apologize!

Word count: 1k

A/N: Prologue is here! I'm going to try getting chapter one out today or tomorrow, just depends on what my holiday plans end up being!

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“The board thinks it would be good for the company’s image if you had a woman at your side.” Jake Seresin rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. The sleeve of his shirt pulled down enough to show off the expensive Rolex on his wrist as he rubbed his eyes out of frustration.

“That’s ludicrous. What does my relationship status have to do with a fucking tech company’s image?” He stared over at Javy who just stared back apologetically.

On the other side of the meeting table Chester Cain cleared his throat. Fucking fossil that asshat was. Jake had been hoping that when his father retired and passed the company on to him that Cain would take his leave as well. Apparently Cain decided to make it his personal mission to throw a wrench in every aspect of Jake’s life until he died a bitter old man. “The latest tabloid photos of your escapades have caused a downturn in our stock numbers. You either stay out of the public eye,” Jake let out a snort. That wasn’t going to happen. He was a social creature, he couldn’t just avoid the public eye. Not when you were the CEO of the world’s largest tech giant. He was named number one in Forbes latest “Forty under Forty”. Avoiding publicity wasn’t a possibility for him. Besides, he liked seeing his face plastered everywhere.

“Or you settle down. Get married to a respectable woman. Not one of these aireheaded heiresses you like so much.” If looks could kill Cain would have met his long overdue death right now.

Marriage?

Sure, maybe when he’d been young and naive he had thought about marriage. Then he started to really date and he learned that money is what ruled the prerogative of most. Women didn’t want him for who he was, they wanted him for what he had. After getting burned more than he felt his fair share, Jake knew a meaningful relationship wasn’t in the cards for him.

Javy could see that his vision was growing red and he called the meeting. If they let it go on any further it was bound to get explosive. “We’ll come back next week and discuss this further.”

The other board members cleared the room, Cain staying longer, intent on saying something but Javy stopped him before he could.

“I wish the old man would bite the dust already.” Jake mumbled dryly. “What changed? I mean, our stocks waver all the time. That’s the nature of the fucking stock exchange.” As far as he was aware the stock hadn’t dropped that drastically. Maybe a point or two, nothing they couldn’t come back from.

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“I’m sorry, we’ve tried everything to get approval through insurance, but they won’t approve it.” Doctor Sandlin’s eyes held an apologetic look as he watched you take in the information. For weeks they’d submitted everything they could, he’d been on the phone with the insurance company more times than he really cared and still they denied to cover your mother’s cancer treatments.

You felt your mother squeeze your hand from her spot next to you. “What does that mean doctor?” Her normally vibrant voice was weak. She’d already gone without several rounds of her chemo and the cancer was hitting back hard.

The treatments had been doing well and she was getting closer and closer to beating it and then suddenly insurance flipped the switch. Refusing to cover any of her costs.

“It means any future chemotherapy sessions will have to be paid out of pocket prior to treatment.” You stared at a poster on the exam room wall. Your vision started going blurry as you tried to wrack your brain for something you could do.

In all her life your mom had never done any wrong to anyone she’d ever met. You wished you were half as kind hearted as she was. Ellen had never met a stranger, she never made an enemy. Your friends loved her, but maybe that was because she was like a second mom. Out of all your closest friends, you were the only one that had a stable home environment. Two loving parents, you didn’t have a ton of money growing up, but you never had to worry about a meal or having a warm bed to sleep in.

Everything came crashing down two years ago, when your dad had been killed in a mugging. Suddenly your family was without a father and without the main source of income. You’d nearly completed nursing school, but you had to drop out to work way more than full time to make ends meet. And then when your mother started her cancer treatments she couldn’t work anymore, which left you as the sole bread maker.

“If she doesn’t get the treatments, how long does she have?” It was a question you weren’t sure you wanted answered, but knew it needed to be.

“A matter of months.”

“And with the treatment?”

“Provided it works, she could go into full remission and have years left.”

You drew in a shaky breath, tears brimming in your eyes as you pictured life without your mom. Of course you always knew one day it would happen. Just…you hadn’t imagined it being this soon.

“I’ll figure it out. We’ll schedule her next chemo treatment and I’ll have the money.” Both your mom and Doctor Sandling looked at you, your mom with concern and Doctor Sandlin with skeptical pity. You weren’t backing down. Not anytime soon.

You hadn’t been able to save your dad, but you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to save your mom.

While your mom scheduled the chemo appointment you walked around the corner, not wanting her to hear what you were about to do.

The phone rang a couple of times before Natasha finally answered.

“Nix, is the club still looking for another dancer?”

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awhitegirlspassion · 6 months

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Okay... a serious message to all my white male followers!

Okay yeah, so why is it that I feel a serious need to adress my white male followers when my blog is about the romantic and special relationship between us white women and black men? Well, because I'm getting SO fed up with all of the assumptions about my relationships with black men and your need to make everything about you! You need to get this ONE thing into your head: The relationship between us girls and the black guys we desire is NOT - read it again - NOT about YOU! So don't make it about you and your unquenchable need for humiliation or attention! The special connection between us white girls and all the black men out there, our flirting, our romance, our attraction for each other or our intimacy has NOTHING to do with you! So NO, I don't have a suggestion on what you have to do to cope with more and more white girls dating black guys exclusively and no, I don't want a white sub cuckboy helping me get ready for my date with a black man and no I am not going to answer intimate questions about my dates or black boyfriends! You need to understand we girls are NOT dating black men for YOU, we are dating black men for OURSELVES! Look at these women! Take a good hard look at them! Study them carefully!

Don't they look happy? Don't they look fulfilled and in love? Do you think they spend ONE second thinking about you or how you're coping with them being in love with their black studs?! No! Not ONE second! The bond and connection between us and our black men is something you can never comprehend, so when a woman in your life - whether your sister, your crush, your friend or maybe even your gf - meets a perfect black guy and starts to develop feelings for him, don't interfere! Accept it! Be happy for her! Be happy that she's finally with someone who can make her happy and who are able to make her feel fulfilled! It's not about you, so you shouldn't make it about you! It's something special and something they and they alone understand!

I know that not ALL of my white male followers make our relationships with black guys about them, but it's enough to make me write this post! I created this blog because I wanted to share my passion about WW / BM relationships and because I wanted to use my own story and my own experience to inspire other girls or women like me to follow their hearts and start dating black men if that is what they desire! I spent WAY too long dating white guys and being miserable in the name of "trying to fit in", but luckily things are changing! Our society is changing! Today it's totally accepted for white girls to date black men and in my experience it's now way more prestigious for us to date black men than white men. Black men have now become the number one fantasy for us girls - for a lot of reasons, but mainly because we seek truly masculine partners who make us feel fulfilled and protected. So yeah... Things are getting better...

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shadowofahope · 1 year

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Tell Me Again

Warnings: Mentions of sexual relationship and nudity

Pairing: FWB! Jungkook x (f)reader

Premise: You always knew what your relationship was. You always knew he was still in love with his ex. Now she's back, but you won't let him avoid his feelings.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. After a death in the family I found out I was pregnant. So far this pregnancy has been really rough and all I'm really able to do is sleep. I'm hoping now that I'm in my second trimester I'll have more energy and the brain fog will clear. In the mean time here's a little drabble for you! 💜

Word count: 1.4K

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“Tell me again why you’re here right now and not running to her hotel begging her to stay?” You chide him, watching his naked form climb out from under your covers. Gathering them around you, you keep yourself comfy in the after glow. But still manage to eye him curiously as he moves around your space collecting his clothes, searching his face for what should be an obvious answer.

“It’s not that easy y/n” He groans in annoyance, pulling his jeans over his perk butt. The sounds of the metal of his zipper echo his uneasiness. Even after so many conversations about this topic it never seemed to get easier for him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our little one on ones.” You throw a pillow at him, shifting his focus back to you. Quick reflexes he catches it before it collides with his still naked back. “But this is the same woman you’ve told me about since we became friends. The one you’ve never been able to forget. Her having to leave the country was the only reason for you breaking up, blah blah blah.”

“Yes, that one. But…” His fists tighten on the white linen of the pillow. His demeanour morphing into something anxiety ridden. “What about …. This?”

“Jeon, we both agreed what this was, and still is. Nothing has changed on my end, we are still friends.” You smile affectionately at his concern. “Unless you’re inlove with me then i completely get it.”

“HA. HA.” You both burst into laughter. One of the bonus’ of having Jeon as your FWB was that you had agreed right at the beginning to keep an open line of communication. No lines would be crossed behind closed doors, no accidental feelings, no possiblility of heart break or a one-sided loss. And as much fun as you two had together, other than physically you weren’t eachothers type. You fit well in the bedroom, but you regularly annoyed one another. Your personalities were a bit much, so being casual friends that met up only because your friend groups crossed was the best decision to keep you from killing one another.

“Besides your friend Mingyu looks like he could be fun.”

The smuggness in your voice is not lost on him as you feel the cool thump of a pillow landing on your bare back. “Be nice.”

“Just saying.” You grumble at him, sitting up allowing the sheet to slide off your skin leaving you bare in the chilled air. Neither of you react to it as you gather your hair to put it in a butterfly clip.

“I’ll give him your number then?” His smirk is still there as he rolls his eyes at you.

“You better.” Climbing out of bed you throw on your bra and sweater, sweat pants then glasses. “Honestly though, if your source is as creditable as you say then not only does she have an 80% chance of staying, but she’s also single. And by what your friend has said, it sounds like she’s still in love with you too.”

He hesitates, “What if I ask her to stay… What if I tell her I still love her and she leaves again?”

“You would have done all you can, it’ll still hurt. But this time you’ll know there was no saving it.” You sigh, you don’t have all the answers he wants to hear. You can’t tell him she’ll stay and they’ll live happily ever after.

They were both pursuing their careers, and unfortunately that took them away from eachother. But if it has brought her back and she can still grow here, with him…it would be worth the risk, in your opinion.

You watch him pull his shirt over his head, covering his abs. Standing to the side as he grabs his shoes from where he discarded them on his hasty entrance, he sits on your bed to put them on.

He catches at you staring intently at him.

“What? You want another round?” His stupid smirk and bunny teeth on full display as he cocks his head towards you.

“Like you could manage.” You taunt.

“Maybe not after the last two, but I’m sure I could get you there atleast once more before I go.” His cockiness really knows no bounds sometimes. His face may scream innocence, but his sex drive and dirty mouth completely shatter that image. He saunters towards you in an overly sexualized way, making it more comical than if he was actually trying.

“Get out Jeon. We’ve spent too much time together this week, you’re starting to irk me.” You shove him towards your front door, genuine laugh coming from him as he lets you lead him out.

“Yea yea. Like anyone could stand being with you any longer.” Sarcasm rolling off his lewd tongue, as you reach the door.

“Hey! I am a ball of sunshine. I’ll have you know people love my company!” You play up the hurt in your tone. You both knew you preferred being by yourself then with most company. It was a personality flaw you came to appreciate about yourself.

“Who exactly?” He mocks openly. “Drama characters don’t count.”

“....…. Go!” You bark. No serious anger in your voice.

“Bye bye” he scoots out your door, closing it behind him. You lock it, mind already going 100 miles an hour. You’d help him not loose this chance. Not again.

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Heels clacking against the cement slabs beneath you, the fragrant bouquet increasing your determination every step. Dressed presentably in a nice dress, long coat to give an air of ease, you didn’t want to over dress but then again you didn’t want to show up in sweats. Today would be an important day.

The light breeze feels like it’s pushing you forward. You know exactly where to go, you’ve done your sleuthing from his friends. If he thought you would let this go he was sorely mistaken. You’d never let him pass up this opportunity, after all this time. Never forgetting, never willing to let go.

Regardless, you weren't’ the type of person who sat by idly while your friend didn’t let himself an attempt at true happiness.

Marching into the hotel lobby, you don’t slow your pace. Heading straight to the elevator and pushing the button for floor 12. You smile to yourself in the reflection of the mirrored walls. You had a good feeling about this.

The chime brings you back and you step out onto the carpet, down the long hallway and stopping in front of room 1212.

Rolling your shoulders back you reach out and knock on the door.

“Delivery!” You call pleasantly.

You hear a sweet voice through the door answer back, “coming!”

Shuffling comes through the wood before the door opens, “Yes?”

“Special delivery from one Euphoria florists.” You hold out the bouquet of specially chosen flowers. You can see the look fash behind her eyes, the recognition of the name. A past she hadn’t forgotten, regret she still felt.

“There all-” Her voice trails off absently as she take them from you, examining each bulb and leaf.

“Your favourites Miss. This is a custom order for you, along with this card.” The astonishment in her eyes is not lost on you. Nonetheless you hold out the envelope patiently waiting for her to be ready to take it. When she comes back to herself she gently but hastily takes it from you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Thank you Miss-?” An open ended question. One that you deemed unimportant for right now.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile even brighter at her, taking a step back you take a step to leave, but you can’t help yourself.

“Yuri?” You say her first name, you can see the surprise ripple through her. “He named it after you, Euphoria.”

“Who are you?” Her gentle voice taken over by a slight tremor. Panic or excitement, you weren’t too sure.

“A friend.”

She takes a moment to stare at the bouquet in her hands, slowly a small careful smile appears. That’s the one you were hoping for.

“Thank you.” She offers you a hopeful smile, her eyes now looking watery from the pooling tears.

You wave to her as you retreat down the hallway back towards the elevators.

He was either going to grovel at your feet in thanks or you were going to get your ass kicked for the rest of eternity. Meh, you could take Jeon if necessary.

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sweaterkittensahoy · 1 year

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Oh, look, more Ted Lasso 3.1 thoughts

So many. Let's go to the bullet points:

Rebecca thinking she's fine about the whole Rupert and Nate thing and clearly NOT being okay with it to the point of wanting Ted to be an asshole in response to Nate, but then, when Ted is Ted, Rebecca's realization comes from Keeley PRAISING her for a decision she didn't even make. But Rebecca realizing through Keeley's genuine praise (because Keeley wasn't there) that the best decision is to let Ted be Ted was just a really great, layered Rebecca moment.

Keeley's office doesn't look like Keeley. The neon sign does. Her wardrobe does. Those people in that office? The couch furniture in her own office? None of that is Keeley. That is Keeley thinking this is what it looks like to go into corporate PR with investor money. I look forward to watching furry pillows and glittery accessories take over the office as Keeley finds her confidence in a different phase of her career.

We all fucking know Roy is the one who decided they needed a break, and Roy, you fucking walnut. I get it. I look forward to the story of it. But the story is Keeley saying, "If I put this off again," and trying to comfort Roy, and Phoebe, smart nugget that she is, knowing stupid when she sees it. Keeley has agreed to this break up because Roy thinks it's needed, and she has no doubt spent a lot of time trying to talk him out of it. They deserve each other wholly, and I can't wait for Roy to get slapped in the face with that.

The himbos are doing great. So proud of all of them. But, yes, especially Jamie but also Richard making clear that a fine wine is not an expensive wine. But also also, all of our boys.

I love you, Jan Mass. You keep up being Dutch, kiddo.

Beard being proud of Ted for learning soccer shit and also knowing how long to wait before getting back on the bus with a toad venom-addled driver is just the perfect dichotomy of Beard.

I have a lot of thoughts about Ted's actual relationship with Henry (clearly positive and happy and healthy) and what he thinks the relationship is (distant and unhappy because he's not physically there), but if I go down that road, I'm never coming back. In short, I hope that part of Ted's journey this season is realizing he is a great fucking father and that physical distance doesn't change that.

Ted calling Sharon for a clearly planned session right after dropping off Henry? That is fucking PROGRESS my friends. And not just that, but also he doesn't question Sharon setting time boundaries OR setting personal boundaries.

I LOVE that Sharon allows him to ask personal questions because the personal connection is absolutely what Ted needs. And I love that she refuses to give him clear answers and doesn't rise to the bait he tries to set out with 'You usually say no'. The way he asks the team and the sport then asks the number of Australians, then guesses rugby, and Sharon confirms NOTHING? That's top-tier therapist shit. And we all knew she was that good, but now Ted clearly knows it too and TRUSTS it, more importantly.

I didn't notice until gif sets, but they named the stadium after Earl. Which. Shut up.

Higgins having matching Keeley mascara on his shirt makes me SO HAPPY. Because it tells you without showing you that Higgins and Keeley are still close and caring about each other. And Rebecca and Higgins having a moment about it is so NICE. Just NICE. It's fucking NICE.

I mentioned Sharon's boytoy in another post, but I want to repeat it because 1) she deserves it, and 2) he shows he deserves HER because he's wearing headphones while she talks to a client, and he doesn't take them off until after she walks in the room, clearly off the phone. He respects her as a professional. This is very important and excellent.

I am going to find Rupert and kick him in the balls as many times as I can in one minute, then I'm going to take a five minute breather and start again.

The isolation of Nate at West Ham (alone on the escalator; not answering to a polite hello; standing far away from his co-coach on the field; working far away from the locker room) is intentionally uncomfortable for us as an audience. We're used to a very collaborative coach in a close-knit environment. But that's not Nate's story. Nate's story is one of thinking isolation and arrogance will save him from his worst self-fears. We all know that shouldn't be his goal, but it isn't about how WE know he's wrong. It's about NATE figuring out he's doing it wrong.

There is no fucking way Rupert didn't know it was Nate's car when he towed it. New guy. New car in the fancy lot. Does he ask, though? No. That would be healthy. Instead, he sets it up so Nate can see he's disappointed in him without him saying it (a common abuse tactic), and then lovebombing him with a new car as a way to tighten his control (another common abuse tactic). He also encouraged Nate's worst tendencies to build a sense of safety that isn't actually there because Rupert will absolutely use those same groomed instincts at a later date against Nate (more abuse tactics).

I hope Rupert gets him by a team bus is what I'm saying. And I want Nate to be driving it and do it on purpose, frankly.

I don't want it to be Rebecca only because she's beyond that point of her anger. But I def want her to be a character witness for Nate.

I want Ted to stay in England. He's talking a lot about how he doesn't know why he is where he is or doing what he's doing. And I know a lot of people hope he goes back to Kansas. But that's not my hope. My hope is that Ted will realize he's doing great stuff with these boys and that he's a great dad even with physical distance, and he finds a new love and appreciation for himself that is directly connected to making this huge, confusing, and messy leap to go to England.

You can do something dumb (run to England to escape your failing marriage) and learn that while your instincts may have been dumb, the overall result is positive and good for you.

Which, also, could be Nate's arc this season. He made several dumb decisions about being a source and going to West Ham, but the end result could be, "Oh, shit, I don't want to be this shitty person." and then he can grow and change on a similar but different path to Ted.

Okay, that's enough. That's very long. I get a lot of feels.

#ted lasso #spoilers #oh god so much to have thoughts on

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crabgod1432 · 4 months

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Starting an ask thing for fun because why not. These are all of my ocs that are currently in use. You all may ask whatever you like to whichever oc you like, as long as it follows these rules:

- Nothing sexual or fetishy, please :]

- Don't be a stinky winky to others, people can have opinions and thoughts and those should be respected. Of course it shouldn't have to be said but don't be racist, sexist, express pedophilic behavior, etc. Anything of the sorts will not be tolerated.

- Don't. Ship my characters with eachother (unless I explicitly say here that they are in a relationship) or with any other characters.

I dunno any other rules but I'm sure there's some unspoken ones. Anywho, onto some descriptions and notes !!

CrabGod - My main oc, his body is made of a grey/black goo that can take any shape, form, texture, etc. that he desires. Also the first of my characters to be created.

CrabGod's Unnamed Wife - A purty lookin' jellyfish who is not of many words, but still some words.

CrabGod's Three Kids - The eldest is a gargantuan beast that is capable of consuming stars. The middle is literally just a crab squid from Subnautica. The youngest takes after her mother.

A - A mario ripoff that always carries his trusty monkey wrench.

E - A hippie poet that always carries his trusty cinderblock.

I - The oddball that always carries his trusty metal folding chair.

O - The shy guy who always carries his trusty concrete-filled pillow.

U - The half-lobster being that exists as some odd counterpart to CrabGod. Always carries his trusty copper pipe, named Jerry.

Y - The grumpy elder sister who always carries her trusty high-heeled shoe.

T - The goofy, 40 ft. tall cousin that always carries his trusty cement watermelon.

W - Mildly disgruntled fusion of CrabGod and U.

Jerry - From an alternate universe where the roles of U and his pipe Jerry are switched, always carries around her trusty seafood pick.

Carbgarb, Crombdgob, Crablob, Comgom - A group of strange CrabGod imitators.

Mr. Smile - A small little critter who is always smiling. A gentleman.

Mr. Frown - A tall beast with a very stern face. Also a gentleman.

Ronald - A chipper, cursed fellow.

Donald - A sentient, laser-shooting, knockoff ender pearl that's always by Ronald's side.

Hamburger - A totally inconspicuous rat.

Jim - The soul of a long dead elder. Most often seen hidden in photos. Good with kids.

Pasghetti - Yet another gargantuan beast. She is made of mostly flesh, muscle, and other meat. Her skull is interchangeable. A sweetheart.

Nolana - A girl who is not ok mentally or physically. The flowers in her mouth are covering something, maybe. She has a unique relationship with all forms of flora. She's also a newer character so I don't even know much about her myself :]

Speck of Dusty - My object show oc. He's a silly guy, maybe kinda scary sometimes. He's a good guy at heart, though.

Me - I'm Me.

Notes:

- A, E, I, O, U, and Y are siblings, with Y being the eldest of the bunch. The others' ages have not been decided upon.

- T is the cousin of the Letter Siblings.

- The number on I's jersey is different in every depiction.

- Mr. Smile and Mr. Frown are the best of friends !!

- Ronald and Donald are never seen apart. They may or may not be tethered to eachother in some fashion.

- Hamburger is absolutely a normal rat, it swears by it.

- All of CrabGod's kids are children. Don't be weird with them.

- Speck of Dusty is, in fact, the size of a speck of dust.

- CrabGod's red eye is always on his right (our left) and his blue eye is always on his left (our right).

- Cromgom canonically loves Snickers and hates the ACT standardized test.

- The flowers over Nolana's mouth often change, either because she wants them to (so I can practice drawing flowers) or to reflect how she's feeling.

- Characters that cannot speak, at least in languages we can understand are: Carbgarb, Crombdgob, Crablob, Donald, Hamburger, Jim, CrabGod's middle and eldest children, and Pasghetti.

- You can make your own letter characters !! Please try not to use letters that I've already used here !! Letters that have been used are A, E, I, O, U, Y, T, W, and L (by @silly-billy-inc). ANY other letters, maybe even numbers or symbols are game for ANYONE !! It's just the letters listed prior that are NOT to be reused !! I've attached a diagram that shows how their anatomy works !!

- Fanart is allowed !! No need to ask for permission if you feel compelled to make art of these characters for whatever reason !! Anything is game aside from sexual or suggestive content !!

- When you ask, be sure to specify which character(s) you're talking to as well as your ask !!

Have fun, Tumblr !! I Hope you all enjoy my little brainlets !!

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I feel a little bad for the MP creator. She worked really hard on the show, working every day to the point where it was bad for her own mental health. But that didn't change the fact that the series had bad writing and problematic characters. I want to make my own animated stories, but I never really stop to thought about it.

We should work as hard and put as much effort into the story writing as we work on other elements. Not just being in a "hurry" to get it over with so other people can see it.

Sometimes it's even scary to imagine someone reviewing my story like you did with MP. Not because I don't want to take criticism, but imagine seeing a video of more than an hour showing how bad your story turns out to be because you couldn't figure it out on your own lol

But I also doubt that the creator of MP didn't get even a single criticism or any warning of how Hover's relationship with Nothing was toxic and other things. It must have been the belief of "well, there's a lot of people in the comments saying they liked it, so I guess it's okay!". Because even today there are people defending Hover for what she did, and those kind of fans don't help much either.

Several things to take into account here about MP's creator:

She's a professional with experience in the industry. Apparently, her LinkedIn page backs this up.

She apparently majored in creative writing.

She both had beta writers and an editor helping her with MP's script writing.

She asked for critique several times during the show's production. In all areas. Whether that be disability representation, sound design or whatever. She asked, and she received. I know this because she sent a Google Doc to myself and about ten others to write in and tell her what we thought about Episode 1. I personally feel she took none of the criticism in that doc on board, as I remember critiquing the music being overused and ruining the mood of certain scenes and it remained very much the same.

The above is especially important to point out because we've had people insinuate once or twice that we're assholes for critiquing somebody's work "without their permission". All we did was take the critique given to the creator when she requested it and condensed it all into one singular video essay.

MP's creator had many, many opportunities to correct the wrongs that many pointed out in her handling of certain themes in the story, long before our analysis was a thing. The whole reason we made the analysis is because both she and her fans would just sweep any criticism under the rug and we felt it needed to be heard more.

I'm sorry that making this show was not the experience she thought it was going to be. However, that still does not excuse asking people for assistance, wasting their time and then doubling down on the more concerning aspects of your writing that has been pointed out. Such as Nothing's name, Hover's behaviour in Episode 5 or Lite's characterisation.

It's also worth noting that we tried to be as nice as possible with our analysis? We never aimed to tear this creator a new one. The goal of the analysis was and always has been to educate people on how NOT to handle the themes that we felt My Pride took on and mishandled. We tried to be constructive and educational as a result.

My Pride was also not what I would describe as an "indie" series. It was not only handled by someone with experience in the industry, it had a budget of around $100,000-$150,000 CAD (the exact number is unknown but that's the range) and it had an entire team handling it. It is NOT on the same level as other indie series on YT that we're all familiar with, which are generally only made by one or two individuals in their spare time and volunteer voice actors. This was a paid production and, with this budget, came many, many opportunities to do better that other creators on YT can only dream about.

So, with that said: we had different expectations for My Pride as opposed to other YT series. Not only was it made by a professional and a team of editors helping her, it was made by a professional who asked numerous times for help but - for whatever reason - chose not to take advantage of the assistance she gained. There's not being perfect and then there's just being aware of issues but ploughing on regardless.

The deal with Nothing's name will always make me angry. It just felt like a massive 'fuck you' to every disabled individual and their mother who consistently expressed concerns about it. Good for you if you're disabled and find no harm in it. For me, it'll always leave a bad taste in my mouth. It felt like the creator decided that socking it to "the Twitter crowd" or anyone who openly disliked the name was more important than giving Nothing the agency she deserved. Regardless of whether or not that was her plan to begin with (even though Hobblestep got a name change in My Pride's original story), I can't get behind that.

It is why we put a lot of importance on our audience critiquing our work and bringing up any concerns to us. Our goal is to deliver a story where both LGBT+ and disabled individuals can feel appreciated and seen. We do not want it to turn into a personal wet rag that reassures us that we are above critique when we're not.

If it is not purely about how 'boring' and 'safe unrealistic' our writing and characterisation is (because I'm not gonna bend my knee to people who think you need ableism in a pro-disability story for it to be entertaining), then we're willing to listen.

And that's the flip side of the coin, anon: we also encourage people to be constructive and kind when critiquing the work of others and only do it when permission has been granted.

We also expect folks to use discretion and sensitivity. Us critiquing My Pride is NOT on the same level as critiquing an amateur YT series made by a singular individual and unpaid voice actors.

If you're gonna come at our work or anybody's work out of pettiness and spite: you're also part of the problem. Simple. - RJ

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Junior Wheeler finding out he has a younger half-sister headcanons

This just spiraled out of control from a random idea and then it grew more and more so here we are! I just had to write this as a set of headcanons or I would combust. It did take months to write this due to lack of motivation but I finally did it! If you guys like this, please tell me! I just MIGHT make a fic or one-shot series of the adventures of Big Bro Junior™. Besides, comments always make me feel accomplished and it gives me motivation to continue this AU!

Tags: @arthurpendragonlove @streets-in-paradise @rogertaylorismyking @marvelxchucky @the-carlos-cow-eyes

Warnings: Mentions of Logan Wheeler, mentions of kinda inappropriate relationships, some swearing, not proofread because proofreading is for losers

Word count: 3.2K

Summary: After surviving from being stabbed by a killer doll, Junior thought nothing could surprise him. Then they found out that he had a half-sister, a product from Logan Wheeler’s affair. And somehow, Junior’s life changes for the better once they become a big brother.

Notes: Takes place about a year and a half after the events of season 1, no mention of season 2 because I despise 98.5% of the plot of season 2, a shit ton of the ideas were created between me and @arthurpendragonlove , purposefully not saying who takes in Jake and Junior because I haven’t decided yet (maybe Miss Fairchild or Andy Barclay but I’ll admit, I’m leaning WAY MORE towards the latter if I make a fic based on this), Harper’s faceclaim is Victoria Pedretti and Eden’s faceclaim is Violet McGraw, Junior is my own personal interpretation of how his character arc could evolve after everything that’s happened to him, Junior is biromantic asexual and a demiboy who uses he/they pronouns (this has been a headcanon I've had for a year and I'm absolutely implementing Junior being a demiboy for the first time in these headcanons).

~Junior Wheeler was almost 16 years old when he found out about their father’s former mistress and child.

~After surviving his stab wound, Junior started to get better. They opened himself up more, made amends and became better friends with Jake, Devon, and Lexy, got therapy, and explored their identity and who he truly was. They truly were in a good place.

~And then Junior happened to meet a woman named Harper Murphy.

~Harper never knew that Logan Wheeler was married and had a teenage son. She had only found that out on the news after his body had been discovered due to the “mysterious” massacre that happened in Hackensack.

~Harper felt so guilty now knowing that she had been the other woman, even producing a child with a married man, that she tried for over a year to find Junior to explain herself.

~And that’s exactly what she tried to do when she showed up on his doorstep by herself.

~It was safe to say that Junior didn’t react well.

~They were already shaking with rage upon finding out that his father DID in fact cheat on their mom, but hearing that he now had a half-sister made them force her to leave before he could explode.

~Jake thankfully had been there to be the voice of reason and took the slip of paper that had Harper’s phone number because Junior refused to take it.

~For a couple weeks, Junior wasn’t themself.

~He was prone to snapping more and refused to talk about their father’s mistress and child to anyone, including his friends, girlfriend, caretaker, and therapist. Their anger was starting to get almost out of control because of how much he was now bottling up.

~It was when Junior got a week’s worth of detention for throwing his textbook at the head of a classmate that was bothering them when Jake finally forced his cousin to sit down and talk it over.

~There were many things that Junior was angry about. One, their father actually being a cheater and having a whole other family. Two, the fact that the other woman was much younger than his mother. And three, that Chucky was right in a way about their father having an affair.

~By now, Junior knew about Chucky’s manipulation. He was used as a pawn in his game, manipulated into believing that their mom killed herself and his father cheated on her, leading to her suicide and causing them to kill his father. Junior now knew what really happened to her.

~But finding out about this affair has led Junior into hating the fact that Chucky was right about something.

~Jake was able to be there and reassure Junior, somehow even convincing them to call Harper and hear her full side of the story.

~So after two weeks, Junior gave in and had Jake call her—because he didn’t have it in them to call her herself without losing it again, so he needed the calmer of the two cousins to make the phone call.

~When Harper came by, once again alone, it was a meeting between her, Junior, Jake, and their caretaker. Junior couldn’t be trusted to be left alone, so they were with him in case their temper decided to strike again.

~It did happen a few times throughout Harper’s story, leading Junior to get up and “take a lap”, which included storming angrily around the house once or twice until he was calm enough to sit down and listen again.

~Some reasons that caused Junior to “take a lap” was when he found out that Harper was 21 years old and still at college when she met their father, when he found out that she was 27 now and that made her only 11 years older than them and he was 11 years older than her daughter, and even when Harper told them about how Logan isolated her from her parents to the point where she only had her daughter and occasionally his father whenever he felt like visiting.

~Knowing just how much of a manipulative piece of shit their father was made Junior want to explode. But he could see how weary and anxious Harper looked so they forced himself to be as calm as they could…which wasn’t a lot but it was the thought that counts.

~It was much harder when Harper brought up the topic of her daughter, Eden.

~Junior didn’t want to know about her. Whether it was because she was the product of his father’s affair or another connection that bound them to the man they wanted so desperately to forget, he didn’t know at the moment. They just absolutely didn’t want to know about her or see a picture when Harper offered.

~Jake took her up on that offer though and looked at the picture of his new five year old cousin on Harper’s phone. Junior kept his back turned as Jake complimented Eden, attempting to persuade Junior to look with each thing she said.

~He did capture Junior’s attention by one thing only.

~“She looks nothing like her father.”

~For some reason, that was enough for Junior to finally peer over Jake’s shoulder and look at the picture of their half-sister.

~Eden was a carbon copy of her mother, with dark brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. The more Junior stared at her, the more he realized that she truly didn’t look like Logan.

~Seems that their father had another child that looked exactly like their mother and not him.

~Maybe the Wheeler genes were a lot weaker than he expected.

~“…she’s cute, I guess.”

~But during that meeting, Junior didn’t agree to wanting to see their half-sister. He didn’t know if they had it in him to see her in person.

~It took more persuasion and another week until Junior was the one to call Harper and set up a meeting.

~They did emphasize that he most likely wouldn’t want to have a relationship with Eden but he figured that they should meet her, just once.

~In a way, Junior figured that this was something his mother would want them to do. She was a good woman with a big heart, she would want him to at the very least meet their half-sister, especially if she knew Harper’s story and how she was also a victim in Logan’s manipulation.

~Junior was absolutely nervous to meet Eden. He hardly slept and ate during the days leading up to the meeting, riddled with so much anxiety that it started to affect them physically.

~When they finally met, Junior didn’t know how to act.

~Eden was obviously shy, clinging to her mother’s arm but staring at her half-brother with curiosity. And Junior was trying to function in a way that was considered calm because while he didn’t know if they would like her or not, he still didn’t want to frighten her.

~After a couple minutes of staring, Junior finally gathered the courage to speak.

~“Hi.”

~“I’m Junior.”

~“I’m Eden.”

~“Cool.”

~Then Eden smiled at them.

~Junior couldn’t quite explain it. But something in her smile was so sweet and so genuine, that he melted and fell under her spell.

~Junior began to slowly open themself up more and the more he did, the more they realized that there wasn’t a single trace of their father in her. She wasn’t like Logan at all. Eden was shy, sweet, kind, polite, and so much more, all the complete opposite of Logan.

~Eventually the two siblings were trusted enough to be left alone and they spent the rest of the day watching a Disney movie together, The Little Mermaid, Eden’s favorite that also happened to be Junior’s favorite.

~When it was time for them to go, Eden gave them the biggest hug and Junior came to the realization that this couldn’t be the first and last time he’ll ever meet her. They had to see her again, to get to know her more.

~It was something he made known to Harper and the rest of their family.

~“I’ve only known Eden for a few hours…but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

~“…I know you’re basically quoting B99 but it actually sounds terrifying when you say it.”

~After that, Junior and Eden became inseparable.

~They did just about everything together. They watched movies, listened to music, and went to the park and zoo a lot.

~Most of the movies were Disney movies, so it involved a lot of singing and dancing from both of them.

~Eden became fascinated with Junior’s guitar and would beg him to play for her all the time. They always obliged and eventually, he let her hold the guitar.

~The sight was absolutely adorable because their guitar looked so much bigger than her, but Eden was holding it to her chest with a big smile.

~Junior lost count over how many times he took her to the park. They always pushed her on the swings and would hold her hand if she was too nervous to go down a steep slide.

~Junior also spends so much money on Eden whenever they go to the gift shop at the zoo. He just couldn’t say no to her.

~Over time, they stopped calling her his half-sister. Eden was Junior’s sister. No half of anything.

~Eden doing their makeup and nails was always a must.

~Junior sometimes did his own makeup and painted their nails, but always let Eden do whatever she wanted. Her technique was sloppy when it came to the nail polish and he looked like a mess with the amount of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick she would put on them.

~But it was always fun and worth it to let Eden doll him up because of the big smile she would get on her face.

~The amount of photos of Eden and Junior together on Junior, Lexy, Jake, Devon, and Harper’s phones are enough to fill up ten scrapbooks.

~A month after they met, Junior turned 16. Eden made tons of pictures of the two of them together, all of which are hung up on his wall, and even a friendship bracelet.

~They never take that bracelet off.

~Piggy back rides happened hundreds of times.

~Junior constantly has Eden on his back and she just clings onto them while he’s walking or running.

~Sometimes they’ll carry her in his arms too, especially when she falls asleep.

~Or have her thrown over their shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

~All of these actions would leave Junior sore but her big smile and hysterical giggles were always worth it.

~He’s lost count over how often they’ve played Princess with Eden.

~Junior would admit, he enjoyed partially wearing a pink dress that certainly didn’t fit with a plastic crown on their head, despite the teasing he would get sometimes.

~“Oh…my…god.”

~“Don’t be jealous that I make a prettier princess than you do, Jacob.”

~Junior has tons of nicknames for Eden.

~The most popular are Edie, Eeds, Darling, Pumpkin, Sweetness, and Sweetheart.

~Eden doesn’t have a lot of nicknames for Junior except for just a few, which are all variations of their name.

~Jun, Junie, JJ, and her absolute favorite, Juna.

~No one is allowed to call Junior Juna except Eden.

~Jake made that mistake once and found out what it felt to be stomped on his bare foot by Junior’s strong boot.

~When Halloween rolls around, they do matching costumes. Eden insisted and as Junior has shown many times, he just can’t say no to her.

~They also take her to the houses that have the best and biggest candies.

~It’s no secret how close they are. The others have joked about Eden being Junior’s “mini me” or “shadow.”

~He’d be lying if they said that he didn’t like it. It was absolutely adorable how much she wanted to be like them. But he still encouraged her to be her own person and how she didn’t need to like everything that they liked.

~He didn’t want her growing up the way they did, willing to change everything about himself and mold themself into another version of his father.

~It would just fill her with emptiness and resentment and she sure as hell didn’t deserve that. Eden deserved to be happy and loved for being the way she was.

~Junior learned how to braid hair for their sister.

~It took some practice with Lexy and a couple others but eventually, he got it down enough to do all kinds of braids on Eden.

~Eden would also braid their hair since Junior had been growing it out so the tips of his hair now touched their shoulders.

~Her technique wasn’t as good, pretty sloppy with quite a bit of hair pulling, but she was five years old after all.

~And Junior did think he looked quite cute in braids.

~Junior tries their hardest not to swear around Eden…

~…but fails constantly.

~“Ow! Fuck!”

~“Fuck!”

~“NONONONONONONONO—!”

~Music was something that was always playing in Junior’s room. It helped not only to relax him, but also to inspire them to write his own music.

~It didn’t take long for them to realize that Eden loved rock and heavy metal music.

It was both cute and disturbing for those watching a child screaming “DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS” in a high-pitched voice while aggressively head banging while her teenage brother did the exact same thing.

~While Junior always had fun with Eden, there was always a sense of fear that never left him.

~Chucky.

~They lived in terror that one day Chucky could come back because he just knew that that fucker would never truly die.

~And it scared them to know what could happen if Chucky came back and found out about the little sister of the teenager he didn’t manage to kill.

~The most Junior could do without telling Eden the full story about Chucky was to make her promise him that she would not play with that doll and would call them immediately if it ever showed up.

~“Darling, I need you to promise me something. If a Good Guy doll like that ever comes to your house, you tell your mom to call me and…say you want to play with dolls with me. Okay? That doll isn’t good, it’s bad. So you need to tell me IMMEDIATELY and I’ll make sure it goes away. Pinkie promise?”

~“Pinkie promise, Juna!”

~Junior hardly had any regrets about killing his father.

~What they regretted was how he unknowingly helped with Chucky’s plan, used as a pawn in his game.

~When they met Eden, he started to feel some more regret because their little sister would grow up never knowing their father. Even now, the memories she has of him are basically blips of a dream because she was only 3 years old when she last saw him.

~But Junior becomes confident in the decision that he made when Harper confided in them about how Logan would be controlling over how Eden should dress or act.

~His sister was a pink dress wearing girl that could be rowdy and enjoyed getting dirty. The latter were things that Logan didn’t want a girl to be doing.

~It was only a matter of time before their father would start controlling and manipulating her as she grew older.

He’d try to control her just like he controlled Junior.

~So it was better for Eden growing up with little to no memories of an emotionally abusive man.

~Junior truly is a chaotic soul. There’s no level to their chaos. So it didn’t take long for his chaos to rub off on Eden.

~They would pull pranks together on everyone. Especially Jake. He was their favorite victim.

~“Don’t be such a baby, Jake!”

~“Yeah! Don’t be such a baby, Jake!”

~“Hey! Stop corrupting my kid cousin!”

~Really, their combined chaos cannot be stopped.

~“I’m begging you two…please just be good.”

~“We would rather die.”

~“Die! Die! Die!”

~Junior knows that one day, they would have to explain almost everything to Eden, such as why they’re half siblings.

~She wouldn’t understand everything now because she’s too young. So far, Eden’s content just knowing that she has a brother now and doesn’t need to know the details just yet.

~That’s something he’ll worry about another day. Right now, they would rather enjoy being by her side and being her protector.

~Speaking of protector, lord help anyone who tries to bully Eden.

~“Junior, you can’t physically fight a kindergartener.”

~“Like hell! My hands are rated E for EVERYONE!”

~Junior did once catch a little boy pushing Eden at the park and he scared the kid so badly by threatening him that the boy peed his pants.

~Eden thought it was absolutely hilarious and it made her feel a lot better about being pushed.

~Junior was glad that it made her feel better too, but they still wanted Eden to defend herself.

~“Eeds, if someone ever pushes you again...push them back. Hit them. Make them regret it. Just don’t tell your mom I said that, okay?”

~“Okay! Can we get ice cream now?”

~“Yeah, sure, let’s go get ice cream.”

~Their personalities are both very similar yet different.

~Junior and Eden are both introverted and then chaotic and mischievous to those who get to know them. But Junior prefers to only open himself up to their closest friends and family while Eden opens herself up fairly quickly to anyone who is nice to her.

~Eden’s kindness makes Junior want to be a better person. She has a heart of gold and sees the good in everyone, the complete opposite of her brother.

~He could only hope that no one ever tarnishes her light.

~Christmas was always a hard holiday for Junior without their mother. It was something he didn’t expect would ever change.

~Until they spent his first Christmas with Eden.

~Seeing her give them badly wrapped gifts—Harper told him that Eden insisted on wrapping them herself—with the biggest smile on her face made Junior forget about how much the holiday pained them.

~Sitting with his new family in front of the fireplace, stomach filled to the brim with food, exchanging stories with Eden sleeping peacefully on their lap with her head on his chest put things into perspective for them for the first time in a long time.

~In the end, he found the peace and happiness they had been looking for so long.

~Junior finally felt whole.

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LINK: Goodbye Was Not Our End (pt. 3)

Something about their meeting had been bugging him. It wasn’t the meeting itself, although the awkward air had left something to be desired. It was Damian himself, it was like Jon was now seeing him differently. It could have just been because of the time passed, something past physical appearance, but whatever it was kept a hold onto him for the rest of the day.

He picked Laurel up from the daycare center and let her watch a movie in the meantime, while he attempted to sort himself out.

There was something there and he would not be able to sort it out by himself. He went into his room after double checking Laurel’s activity, and dialed Kathy.

“How did it go?” The words were said the moment she picked up.

“ I also accept hello, how are you, and good evening.” He said, a teasing note in his voice.

“That’s bull, I helped your disastrous fashion choices and you promised me the details on your estranged famous pop star bestie.”

“It went…okay. I can’t tell if it was more for closure than anything, but we’re going to meet up again.” Jon sighed, putting the phone on speaker and laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

”Well, that’s good, right?” A rustle of papers and a pencil scratching something out on them accompanied her words. ”Even if y’all can’t get back to where ya once were, it can still be turned back into a relationship that means something again.”

Jon exhaled, fidgeting with his hands. “There was something off about it, almost like I noticed too much and too little at the same time. It felt so good to be back together, you know?”

“Reunion euphoria.” Kathy summarized. *”What was the biggest thing you noticed about him?”

“Well, it faded, I guess, and became awkward.” Jon scratched his scalp gently. “Um, I guess it would have to be his overall physical look.”

”Hmm. Describe it to me?” Kathy sounded almost… amused? No, that couldn’t be right.

“He was taller, but still way shorter than me. Nothing’s changed there.” He chuckled fondly. “All of his features were shared now, an adult’s face. My parents would say that he looks just like his mom.”

“Wasn’t his mom, like, the most beautiful in the world, according to both your parents?”

Jon sputtered, tips of his ears going red. “W-well, i mean-”

“And didn’t you have a crush on him early on before…I hate to disrespect the dead, but that bitch?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” he glowered at the phone from his vantage point on the bed.

”Jon, I think what’s going on here is that you realized he had a glow-up.” Kathy’s voice definitely had a tinge of amusement and it caused the other boy to scowl.

“S’not like he needed one to begin with.” The mutter was still picked up from the other end and caused the girl to laugh, the sound coming a bit staticy.

”There’s your proof, bestie. Look, it doesn’t mean something has to come from it. Objectively speaking, you’re not half bad yourself, and I'm not trying to date you.”

Jon groaned, shoving a pillow on his face. “I don’t like adulting, Kath, take me back to, like, elementary.”

She snorted. ”It’s not that bad. Look, focus on rebuilding your friendship, getting somewhere is the first step. If you need me to pick up Laurel one of these days, you know I'm always happy to be Aunt Kathy with the angel.”

“Mkay.” He took the pillow from his face and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll let you know. Thanks, Kathy.”

“Of course. Who else would help you sort out your disastrous life?” She laughed on the other end. “Take care of yourself, talk later.”

The call ended and Jon was left with more confusion than before.

Jon_Kent

Hey

ROBIN_Official

Jon_Kent

It was rlly good to c u again

Ik u said we could meet up again

And i thought it might be easier to have my number?

Its xxx-xxx-xxxx

ROBIN_Official is typing…

Unknown number

Its damian hi

Im free next wednesday

Awesome same plac as last time

Yeah, sounds good. Same time?

Sure sounds good. Cya then ^^

See you then!

Gradually, the visits became regular weekly events, the old, crumbled bond being the foundation for a new tentative relationship to be built on top, not quite what it once was, but something healing under the bandaid. Every meeting and visit, the long missed conversations lasting well into the nights was a new stitch in the gash.

Damian became D, then Damian again, before Dames, and Dame and over the few months, it became Dami again, affectionate and sweet.

The stiffness faded, and they fell into an easy new rhythm none were willing to break. The subject of their past was a dark, locked chest in the top shelf, gathering dust. Opening it would be Pandora’s box, but it was entirely necessary.

Both were unwilling to bring the subject up again, not wanting to let the past break them again. It was costing the both of them, Damian from guilt, and Jon feeling like he was hiding a vital part of his life.

About three months had passed from their first meeting in October, and they were now in the middle of January. Laurel would be two soon, and Damian had no idea she existed. Jon kept meaning to mention her, but what do you tell your old best friend about something like this?

Oh yeah, so I didn’t tell you in the few months we’ve been meeting that I have a child! Her mom is the same person who destroyed our friendship!

No. Absolutely not .

This was such an important part of him that he wanted to share, something that he was so proud of. Overwhelming everything else, however, was that same old feeling of fear and worry. They’d worked so hard to get where they were now, despite not having it in them to talk about the roadblocks.

It would be fine, right?

Damian stood out in front of the cafe, scanning the crowds for Jon. The lunch rush hit their quaint little meet-up spot like no other, and with how regularly they came, the wait staff was not above holding tables for them.

Their normal server, a perky high school kid with a green and pink ponytail grinned at him, two menus in her hands.

“Afternoon, Mr. Wayne! You and Mr. Kent want your normal table?”

Damian nodded, lighting up as he saw Jon’s head of curls bobbing in the sea of people. He waved his hand and Jon appeared, grinning at both of them.

“Hey, Dames! Dalia.” They followed the waitress as she led them to a table outside, known by most of the staff as their table.

“I’ll bring you two your usual drinks?” She waited for confirmation, scribbling it down on a notepad as they gave it and rushing away.

“Oh my god, Dames,” Jon blurted out as Dalia left. “You will never believe what I heard walking into the Planet this week,”

Damian grinned, leaning forward as if they were two schoolgirls in the courtyard, letting Jon blabber on about the latest gossip.

“And then after she said that, Jen got so mad, I told Kath and she says that they’ve definitely got something going on there-”

Two glasses were placed on the table in front of them, Jon pausing in the retelling to look up at the person standing there.

Another high school kid with dark red curls and brown skin, a direct contrast to their usual server, and held a notepad in one hand.

“Dalia got held up with another table, but I can go ahead and take your order.”

“Thank you Hayden!” Jon chirped with a quick glance at the name tag, before ratting off their usual order, looking at Damian for confirmation.

He nodded quickly and Hayden scribbled it down before dashing off to a different table.

“Alright, that’s my fill of workplace gossip, you got anything for the table?” He sipped his sweet tea and waited.

“Well, Skylar’s 3rd graders absolutely destroyed all the paints and Akira has this weird guy who shows up like every other day, hates books and tries to hit on them but gets a latte so they can't tell him anything. Dick’s been taking his gymnastics classes much too seriously and Jason sends videos of him hanging off things that he shouldn’t be with Father begging him to get off.”

Jon snorted. “Little brothers.”

“Indeed.” Damian sighed. “My older child complex is going insane, I’ve gotten the urge to drive all the way back down there to full name the both of them.”

He laughed, remembering what a mother hen Damian had been as a teen. The other man watched fondly, drinking in the sight of his joy and the song of it ringing in his ears.

Their food was dropped off by Dalia, and they continued their conversation. They had definitely gone over their normal time, and neither seemed to notice, until Jon’s phone began to ring. He ignored it, but it persisted, and looking sheepish, he answered.

“Hello?”

The grin dropped and a horrified expression came over his face. Damian reached over, mouthing a question.

”Are you okay?”

Jon shook his head near violently, standing up and shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’m so sorry, Dames, but i gotta go-”

“No, no, that’s fine, but what's going on? Are you okay?” Damian tugged on his sleeve, concerned.

“Iforgottopickupmydaughter.” He wrenched his arm from his grasp and jogged off, leaving Damian slack jawed in the back of the little cafe.

“He has a daughter ?”

Jon bolted into the daycare, having broken several traffic laws to get there in under ten minutes. There were still some kids and parents there, Laurel sitting alone in a chair too big for her, legs swinging.

“Hey, hey Princess, I’m so sorry-” He bent to her level, cupping her face. She was surprisingly calm about it, unlike what he would have been as a child.

“It’s okay.” She said finally. “Grown-ups come back.”

Jon was on the verge of tears, laughing weakly. “That’s right, Laurel, I’ll always come back. Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later, as they were driving to the apartment, his daughter’s voice spoke up, smaller than he’d ever heard it.

“Why didn’t Mama come back?”

The car nearly swerved, and Jon breathed in, steadying himself. The rest of the way was silent until he parked, and turned back.

“Mama…isn’t here anymore. She can’t come back.”

“Is she…in the stars now?”

she didn’t deserve the stars. Jon chose his next words carefully, taking a minute of silence.

“Not exactly. She’s just…gone. She didn’t go to the stars, but she can’t come back either.”

He unlocked the car, getting out to open Laurel’s door and bring her down from her carseat that she insisted on unbuckling herself.

“Okay.” She said finally. “That’s okay.”

Something in his heart twisted painfully, and he swung her up into his arms. “How about we have some dinner now, okay?”

Admittedly, he’d forgotten all about why he’d been late to begin with. He’d just started a movie with Laurel half asleep on his side when his phone lit up, heart dropping to his stomach in dread.

Dami 💚

Would you care to explain

why you didn’t tell me you had a daughter?

I’m not mad

Really

Sorry

I didn’t want to scare you off

That was wrong of me

I want to explain.

Everything.

Are you free this weekend?

I can make time

Same place?

Yes, see you then

“So.” Damian brought the cup to his lips. It was earlier then they would normally meet, and the chilly air had prompted them both to order warm drinks.

“So.” Jon nibbled on his bottom lip.“I owe you like, the world’s biggest explanation.”

The other man laughed, Jon shutting his eyes and letting the familiar sound ring in his ears. He kept his hands around the cup, feeling the warmth seep through the ceramic.

“That you do. You don’t have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I'd like to have a general gist of what happened.”

Jon breathed in and opened his eyes, and began to talk.

“We didn’t break up when I moved to Metropolis, which I'm sure you know. After the summer, in my first year of college, she came back, and we picked up where we had left off. I knew I should have broken it off, because even though we hit our…roadblock, I could still hear your voice. You were always right to me back then, even when you were wrong.”

His laugh was awful, a small chuckle filled with bitterness.

“That was one thing I always hoped to be wrong about.” Damian whispered, long eyelashes brushing his bronze skin. Jon took a small sip from his cup and continued.

“Two years and we were twenty. It should have been enough, but something kept me there, and she always insisted that she loved me. I was so close to breaking it off, I had finally had enough. But that’s when she told me she was pregnant. I couldn’t just leave her like that, my parents would have killed me. We eloped, cut a cake, and stayed here. We were so young, D. Too young.

“Then the baby was born. She had just turned twenty-one, and after a bit, didn’t want a baby. I didn’t understand, she’d carried the child, our child, decided to keep it, and after the novelty wore off, she was ready to give up. I was alternating between full parenting and classes because she didn’t want to parent.”

Damian was catching on slightly, still curious about the past tense. How, how had the boy he’d once known, full of sunshine and sharp edges, soft but capable, had gone through hardships like this.

“It was a Friday and I was so done. She left the baby and went out and trust me, I was absolutely pissed. There was a knock on the door, and I must have looked like the dead, answering the door with a Met U hoodie, a baby in one arm and a bottle in the other. I saw the officer and I knew. There was no way that it could have been anything else.”

He was silent, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It wasn’t love, not anymore. I wonder if it had ever been, really. But still, I held out hope. Some kind of hope that maybe we could save it, have some kind of family. She died on impact, which made me feel somewhat better. I was torn up over it for a while, but I had my parents, and Kathy. They helped with the baby a lot.”

“Car crash?” Damian whispered. He was all too familiar with those.

Jon’s face scrunched up in what seemed to be-

No, no. couldn’t be.

Slight amusement?

“In a way.” He said slowly. Damian waited for him to go on, filled with confusion. “It was a bus.”

“The bus crashed?”

“No…no she was hit with it.”

“She was hit…with a bus ?” Damian squawked.

“I mean, there were a bunch of other people but she was front and center. It was speeding and there was something wrong with the driver.” Jon hid his face with his cup, watching Damian gawk at him. After a few minutes, right as Damian took a sip from his own, he remarked with a raised brow,

“Ironic, isn’t it?”

Tea was spit everywhere and Jon cackled, Damian’s coughs turning into shaky laughter.

“Jonathan Samuel Kent, what would your mother say?” he sputtered.

“Oh, she agrees. She never thought she was good for me.” Jon handed him, still chuckling as Damian sopped up the mess. “Took me awhile to see it in that light, but I recognize she was hurting me in more ways than one, and though no one ever deserves death, I’m not torn up about it anymore.”

Damian smiled softly at him, hand reaching across the table to touch his. “I’m so sorry that we weren’t there for each other when these things happened. I’m here now, and so are you, and we’re friends now, I think. We’re going to build what we had back up, and I have a feeling it will be better than before. No more secrets?”

Jon moved to grip his hand like they used to when they were children

“No more secrets.”

The shorter man leaned back, lips turning up in fondness. “Now that that’s out of the way, tell me about your daughter!”

Jon brightened, immediately letting go to whip out his phone. “Oh, gosh, Dami, I've got so many pictures! Her name is Laurel, she’s almost two, and she has the fluffiest curls-”

He rambled on and on, Damian soaking it in and cooing over the pictures. Laurel, it seemed, took much more after her father, with her long dark curls and bright blue eyes, small smattering of freckles over her nose. The only trace of the child’s mother was the slightly tanned skin, a lovely mix of features creating an absolutely adorable child.

“When can I meet her?” He blurted out in the middle of one of Jon’s stories. If possible, the beam grew brighter, and Jon nearly bounced in his seat.

“Literally whenever. I can bring her here, or you could come to the apartment, or i could bring her when you meet Kathy-”

“The apartment sounds good.” He said quietly, stopping the ongoing chatter. “Her ground, and besides, I'd like to see it.”

They both stood, the taller one bumping his shoulder with the smaller one’s. “I’ll text you the details?”

“Sounds good.” They watched each other, before settling into a warm hug, speaking of sorrow and a small hope for renewal.

They broke apart and went their separate ways, content and peace drifting over them. They were starting again. They were starting again, and this time, they’d both make sure it would be the last time.

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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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If you were in charge of Teen Wolf, would you have portrayed the Wild Hunt differently or included them at all?

I already gave one possible alternative in my story No Better Tomorrow, and while I'm very happy with the way that story turned out, I've given the Wild Hunt in the Teen Wolf setting a lot of thought, and I want to thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about it.

To me, Teen Wolf was above all other things a bildungsroman, a story about children becoming adults, extrapolating the ubiquitous tension of assuming a new identity that each one of us goes through through lycanthropy and other supernatural manifestations. The Wild Hunt in the actual show served as a manifestation of the same fear of loss that Stiles expressed in Creatures of the Night (5x01): "How come when we graduate we're just expected to go our separate ways? If I've already found the best people in my life, why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?"

But in my revision, the Wild Hunt would serve as a manifestation of another pitfall on the way to adulthood: the refusal to grow up. It's tempting to try to hold on to the simplicity and safety of childhood, which is more understandable for these teenagers who were stripped of theirs. After all the things the characters had gone through, there might be a tendency to stay someplace where they wouldn't have to work through their trauma.

The Wild Hunt would be a specific fae court. They would keep the Wild West theme because their appearances change in accordance to their geographic location. In the 1943 flashback they would assume the dress and style of the early German Empire. And that's a clue to their motivation. Within the realm of the Hunt, time has no meaning nor does death, and while that has obvious advantages, it also has drawbacks. Without consequence, there is no victory. There is no tragedy, of course, but there is also no joy. So these fae have come up with a way to experience these things and thus fill their eternity: they Hunt. They track down humans with powerful experiences, abduct them, and drain them of the agony and the ecstasy until they're nothing more than husks.

What attracts them to Beacon Hills is, of course, Hauptmann Douglas. Back during World War II, he tried to control them; he tried to enslave them. To the fae, this is both offensive and highly, highly entertaining. They've been looking for him ever since, and while 70 years is a long time to humans, it's an afternoon's diversion. Once the arcane technology the Doctors were using to hide Douglas no longer functioned, they came and found things just as interesting: the True Alpha of this century, someone may be the only human to survive a nogitsune possession, a girl who spent eight years as a coyote, a Thunder kitsune, an undead werewolf, a Frankenstein monster -- it's a smorgasbord!

But above all, they find Lydia, an exceptionally powerful banshee. They would not consume her, for if she joins their number, she will provide them with a different perspective: forever! They cannot, however, just take her like they take the others. The Fae have few rules, but those they do have terrible consequences if they break them, and she is kin. She must consent to join the Hunt. That doesn't mean, of course, they can't play games with the end goal of getting her to willingly come along. And they love games.

While Lydia (and her relationship with Stiles) would be the focus of the season, all of the characters would, as they are taken by the Hunt, be forced to confront the trauma as the fae feed from their pasts. No show did terrifying hallucinations like Teen Wolf. Lydia will also be tempted to bargain with the Hunt, because the very nature is attractive. If she rides the story forever, she'll no longer have to face the possibility of screaming for the death of everyone she cares about, but she'll also lose what they bring to her. The pack will have engage in Courtly Intrigue, figuring out a way to win their freedom and the freedom of Beacon Hills from an enemy who they can't overpower.

I think it would have been very interesting, to say the least.

#teen wolf meta #lydia martin #scott mccall #season 6A #season alternatives

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maleficentra · 8 months

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Bonds of Strength and Determination

!!!!SPOILER!!!

That's a scene I'd like to draw someday. It's about the emperor offering Tav a parasite to "evolve". This scene is afterwards, when my Tav is talking to Astarion about it. Tav is a half wood elf. To let you know what she looks like, I've added a photo.

The short texts effectively conveys the evolving relationship between Astarion and Tav, showcasing their banter, concern for each other, and Tav's determination to break free from manipulation. The dialogue also delves into Tav's vulnerabilities and Astarion's support for her.

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Astarion (with a playful wink, though his eyes betray a hidden turmoil): Well, well, well, look who's graced us with her presence. You know, my darling, your absence has been nothing short of torture. (He senses the turmoil in her eyes)

What's been keeping those clever thoughts of yours busy, hmm?

Tav: (playfully rolls her eyes) Oh, just life's little conundrums. (She takes out the Paradise and twirls it in her hand) Thinking about diving into this temptation, care to share your thoughts?

Astarion: (concerned but masking it with a teasing smile) Temptation indeed, my dear. But I must insist, this path leads to consequences you might not be prepared for.

Tav: (raising an eyebrow) Really? I thought a man who adores power as much as you would be my number one cheerleader. This tiny trinket here promises to turn me into a force to reckon with.

Astarion: (more earnestly) Tav, using it will change you, perhaps in ways you don't desire. It molds not only your body but your very essence. Cazador, my master, subjected me to something similar, and I lost a part of myself. Please, take a moment to reconsider.

Tav: (smirking, then her expression gets serious) You know, I've always been the pawn, the one they manipulated, even you, in your own way. Dancing to their tunes, just like a puppet. But not anymore. If I'm going to dance, it'll be on my terms, with my own rhythm. I'll soar. Alone. I don't need guidance, not a mind flayer like him. If I use this parasite, it's because I choose to, not because he asked me to!

I belong to myself, and I've had enough of people who use my body and soul for their gain.

(Her voice trembles, frustration, revealing vulnerability)

I was weak. My dad died because of me; he protected me and died. If I were stronger, as strong as I am now or even better, he would be here! If only I held the sway, I'd exchange our roles to ease his pain. And spare him from life's heavy burden. Running down that path for him. Yes, if only I could...

(She looks down, then she shakes her head to pull herself together, sighing. Looking at Astarion.)

Astarion (his playful demeanor fades as he listens to Tav's heartfelt words, and he reaches out to gently touch her hand, his fingers like a gentle caress of understanding): Tav, you've always been stronger than you give yourself credit for. I see that now, and I admire your determination to break free from those who sought to control you. (He leans in closer, his gaze an ocean of sincerity) You're not a pawn in my eyes, but a phoenix, rising from the ashes of manipulation. And as for this Lilith's lure, remember, it's a chalice filled with more than power; it's a mirror that reflects your inner strength.

If I were your reflection, You'd glimpse your soul within my eyes, Yet fear holds you back. But until you look within, You'll discover the truth we both conceal. When my gaze meets yours, Your eyes divert, escaping my scrutiny.

(He takes a deep breath, searching for the right words) I may not be the best at expressing myself, and I've made countless mistakes, but I want you to know that I care for you deeply, Tav. I may be a vampire, but I'm not heartless. I'm here for you, whether you choose to embrace paraside gift or not.

Tav: (Looks at him, then she takes the parasite and steps on it, destroying it with a resolute stomp) (She looks at him, smiling) We're warriors. Unstoppable. (Her face change, she gets thoughtful, sad.) ....Thank you. (She walks off, leaving Astarion, smiling.)

Astarion: I am proud of you, my cheeky little pup.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion romance #tav x astarion #fanfiction #short story #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers

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My Boys (Chapter 27)

Series List

Steve's pov

Couple days later

"You sure you don't want to tell her what happened the other day? She'd appreciate being told about it," Robin asks as she shows up to work today. I'd gotten to work way too early and ended up waiting for Robin to come here so I wasn't working alone. "Yes, if she finds out then everything changes. I just got her back, I will not lose her because of something with Munson again," I tell Robin, knowing that this could just be affecting the relationship we are trying to build. I can't risk losing Y/n again though, otherwise, Robin and my friendship means nothing anyway. "If you're sure. Oh, by the way, Y/n is coming in today," She tells me, putting all her stuff in the back room. I look confused at her and ask, "Since when? I thought today she was off?" Robin shakes her head and says, "Nope. She had a bad day the other day and really needed to come to work to get some Robin and Steve time. Considering our manager is never here anyway, we saw no harm in having her here today." I nod and look back outside, noticing Munson walking past again. "Munson's back," I whisper to her, watching as he walks past again. Robin leans against the counter next to me and sighs. "What happened between you two? And don't say nothing because Y/n said something happened but never said what because you should be the one to talk about it not her," Robin asks me, bumping my shoulder a little bit. I let out another sigh and say, "I don't want to talk about it right now. I may one day but I can't today." Robin nods her head in understanding and straightens up. "Well then, how about we get this place ready for when Y/n finally gets here? She'll be in a lot later." I nod at her and we start to prepare the shop for a day of work.

Couple of Hours Later (After Y/n has already come into work)

Y/n's pov

"God this is so gross," I hear Robin say as we continue to watch Steve try to flirt with another customer. "Yeah, this is the 6th girl for today. Don't even know the number since we started here," I sigh, watching him yet again fail to get any number or flirting in return from the girl in front of him. We'd been working at Scoops for a couple of weeks now and Steve had been flirting with every single girl that walked into the store. It slightly hurt but I was never going to tell Robin or Steve that. "Maybe we should make this fun for us." I hear Robin whisper, moving further into the back. Steve finishes up with the girl and turns back to me smiling. "Hey honey," Steve says, moving over the little window next to me, giving me the same smile as every other girl that walks in but this one felt different somehow. "Hey Stevie," I smile back. "Alright!" I hear Robin yell behind me.

I turn to her and pull myself onto the window edge. "What have you got there Robin?" I ask, wondering what her plan is with the whiteboard she just found and Steve's flirting problem. "So, Steve can't stop flirting with every girl that walks in here, right?" Robin says, drawing a line down the centre of the board. "Hey, I'm not that bad. Am I?" Steve exclaims, quietly asking me the last thing and looking at me worried. I laugh at him and turn back to Robin. "Yeah Rob, what's that got to do with the whiteboard?" I ask again, hearing Steve sigh next to me. "Well, we are gonna start keeping a tally for our entertainment," Robin says, gesturing between the two of us. "Keep a tally of what?" Steve asks, seeming a little annoyed with the whole thing. Instead of answering his question, Robin turns to the board and writes, You Suck on the right side of the board and You Rule on the left side of the board. "What the hell does that mean?" Steve exclaims, looking at me to try to stop this from happening. "I'm guessing, if Steve gets a number or a flirt back he rules, but if he gets nothing, which is a lot more likely than not, he sucks?" I ask, loving the idea a little bit too much. Robin smiles at me and nods her head. "Yes!" She exclaims, jumping over to the two of us.

"I hate it here," Steve grumbles, turning around to find people looking at the ice cream. I watch him as he says the stupid catchphrase we have to say when customers come in. I smile at him as he smiles and talks with the kids in front of him. I really miss Dustin being around. Steve was really good with him. "If you were a cartoon right now, your eyes would be heart shapes," Robin whispers into my ear. I jump back a little bit and look at her confused and slightly shocked. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about," I say, looking back to Steve and the kids. "Yeah sure. You know I dated you for a year or so right? I know your, 'I love you' look." She whispers to me. I laugh and push her shoulder a little bit. "Ok, ok, you're right. But he's still hurting from Nancy. I don't wanna get myself hurt because I'm a rebound. Plus he only likes me as a friend, not a lover." I whisper to her, feeling sad a little just thinking about it. "Yeah sure he does," Robin says sarcastically as she walks further into the back room, probably grabbing napkins or ice cream for the front.

Records Store in Starcourt Mall

Eddie's pov

"OMG Eddie, I have something to tell you!" Jessy yells as she walks into work. I look up from the records I was putting away and ask, "What is it? You look like a kid on Halloween." She laughs and hold up the ice cream cup that's in her hand. I freeze a little, noticing the logo on the cup but turn but to the records in hope she doesn't notice. "I went into the Scoop Ahoy place, the one you were talking about the other day, and saw the cutes girl working. She was absolutely gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning against the counter next to me. I smile at her and say, "Oh yeah? What she look like?" I start to feel a little paniced because if it's Y/n I know she probably doesn't have a chance because she's straight, at least she was when we were friends. "She had short brown hair with the most beautiful eye's in the world. I think I saw and R at the start of her name tag but she was in the back room so I'm not too sure." I nod along to her explanation and let out a breath, very glad it isn't Y/n. "Oh yeah? Did you get the chance to talk to her at all?" I ask her. She looks down sadly and shakes her head. "Sadly not. She was laughing at the Steve though because he was flirtly with me and I was giving him nothing. Her laugh was heavenly," She dreamly exclaims, taking a bit of her ice cream while she thinks about what she just went through.

I laugh at the thought of Harrington trying to flirt with Jessy and say, "Yeah, sounds like Harrington. He has lots of charm with most of the ladies. Obiosouly doesn;t work with you because you only like females. Who are pretty great," I tell her, whispering the last part to myself. Even though we'd only been working together since the start of the summer break, Jessy and I have gotten really close. She wasn't going to tell me about her liking girls but she'd accidently court me kissing another guy and in my haste to try to convince her it wasn't what it looked like she told me her secret as well. We've been best friends since then. Stadly, that also meant that she thought I only liked guys because I never corrected her and said I was Bisexual. "Wait, you know him?" She questions, moving so she's closer to me. I sigh and nod my head. "Yeah, we went to the same high school together. He was known as 'King Steve'" I says, not telling her about the friends part because it's too painful right now. She nods and looks over to the door. "God that sounds horrible. Well, I'm gonna see the girl again at some point. Maybe you will come with me?" Jessy asks, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. I laugh and rool my eyes at her, moving around her to go into the back to get more stuff. "I'm not going in there!" I yell at her before I close the door and look through the piles of stuff we need to put out before the end of the say.

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie x reader

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Can i just say its really nice to see a book fan that ships book daemyra. I always see book fans ship Daemon with laena/mysaria/nettles and just bash daemyra with the arguement that Daemon never loved Rhaenyra in the book.

Hi there! 😄

Well I've been here since 2019 - sure you have been a fan for way longer than this cursed year too - and I can say that while there is some true to what you say, I had a considerable number of people following my fic and liking book Daemyra so I don't think it's that rare.

Like many things in our world I think simply sometimes a small number of people are just a lot more vocal and loud than others, and because of this they give us the impression they are in the majority when in fact they are not.

A lot of very active book fans that produce content are not Targaryen fans. In fact they are mostly antis and the only Targs they like are either the victims (which are "morally ok" to like), are "less" Targaryen and usually it's best if they have parents from certain houses - think of a stag or think of a sun and a spear - or they say they "like" Targaryens because of how *chokes back laughter* dark they are and proceed to do such things as writing DarkDany or writing Rhaenyra like a sociopathic Lolita kind of character, or other similar things.

From my experience in the fandom actually I would say the person Daemon is shipped the less with is Mysaria. Way less than Rhaenyra actually. And when he's shipped with Nettles or Laena mostly it's like a personality shift happened and he's soft as a lamb and such a great guy... only with them though 'cause that's how love works! You do a 180. So in a way... is Daemon being shipped with them, or are they just creating a new character with all of Daemon's cool aspects and ignoring the bad so he can like "good girls" who are less Targaryen, like Laena - who has little personality in the books - and has a "Baratheon" mom or Nettles because they are sure she has NO Targaryen/Valyrian blood which of course makes her automatically a great person. Why are they sure? Because she doesn’t look like it and we know full well no one ever like the “Velaryon” princes did not look Targaryen while being so. Nope. If you don’t look Valyrian you don’t have Valyrian blood. 😊

The problem is that people in fandoms a lot of time feel like if you like X you support X, and unless you can find a LOT of reasons to justify you liking something problematic, you are *insult some insult starting with P or N you know what those are*.

Like I'm sorry, I don't need some holier than thou reason to like the Targaryens like they wanted to unite Westeros against the Others. I don't. Because it's fiction, I have an actual personality and don't depend on others' approval so I don't have to change my views every 5 seconds, and I can like the Targaryens because they are the hot people with silver hair and purple eyes who ride dragons and have cool names. I don't need anything else. I own my f:cking sh:t. Thank you and good night.

Back to Daemon and Rhaenyra - book Daemon and Rhaenyra btw which are the only ones I consider because they are the only ones with a congruent and compelling personality and actions that make sense - there are many things to them that would make people both not like them and (especially) be more quiet about it.

For once the "vocal" "intellectual" side of the fandom doesn't approve, so to fit in you have to be quiet. And I have seen this with friends. Them sharing something about them, some sad person got triggered called them out and they just deleted the post. Isn't it good when you feel like you can't express your views? And if it happened to her, why wouldn't it happen to others?

There are many problematic aspects to their relationship. They don’t have to be Romeo and Juliet to be interesting. But this is the thing with most people, it’s either all or nothing. Either black or white. I would think this fandom would be different given what the material they are fans of is, but they aren’t. Most people don’t get nuance and they can’t wrap their minds around it. And then this takes us back to the issue of a loud crowd won’t like them and the ones who do have to keep quiet else they will be shamed. You know, Karen shamed, and on this regard you know who this fandom reminds me of? Christian moms in the early ‘00 saying the school shootings happened because them kids were listening to Marilyn Manson and the EvIl rock and roll 🤡 and worshiping Satan of course. Also in this note please do me all a favour hit up some science journals and see if there is a link between aggression and playing violent videogames. You’re welcome! Just because you like something in fiction doesn’t mean you condone in real life. I can understand the problematic aspects of a ship find it compelling in fiction and not support any of it in real life. These realities are not mutually exclusive.

Last point but also important and I see this a lot in this fandom too. A lie that’s told too many times becomes the truth. And since the very vocal crowd keeps saying Daemon didn’t love Rhaenyra and even funnier that Rhaenyra didn’t love Daemon - I have no idea how this can be an idea someone has at the end of Fire and Blood but hey people still believe that Rhaegar r worded lyanna so… whatever I’m tired - people start to take that for evidence. I lost count of the amount of takes that became facts in some people’s minds and like dude… go to the source, the books, not shitty metas and co that others (myself included) write. Go. To. The. Books. To. Make. Your. Damn. Mind. I’m tired. Don’t take anyone’s word for it. Mine included. A prime example of this is Mushroom’s tale and how people have twisted it around so much that they don’t even know what Mushroom actually said and believe the inaccurate things others said that Mushroom said. Again, hit the books.

Like I have explored at length, there’s a lot to like and find compelling about Daemon and Rhaenyra. Their passion. Their dynamic. The fact that they are the best and worst of House Targaryen. The endless game of power they play with each other that none can win and that ultimately was their downfall… this makes for a great story… if you have the stomach for it. It isn’t about one changing the other, it’s about two people who mirror each other in many ways, complement each other in others, who are destined to be with each other… and that ultimately are doomed because of their circumstances. This is all true in the books and why I think they are so iconic.

In the show though LOL!

I have no fcking clue how anyone who watched redacted can like Matt/Renada. Not one. And sorry “cool” sentences now and then like “we were always meant to burn together” mean sh:t honey when you went to f:ck another dude cause dude 1 couldn’t get hard and you still had dude 1’s saliva in your mouth and finger grease downstairs. Have class! Have some standards! No person ever would act like this!

But let’s just pull out a cool list of all the reasons redacted gives us to ship Matt and Renada:

He acts creepy and she mostly looks annoyed at him and only cares about Alicia. If her and Alicia weren’t so unlikable and such sht for characters I might ship them cause they clearly are the end game.

He acts like a man child and she goes over there to scold him. Ladies don’t you love it when guys act like this? Like children and not like men? Something that really gets any woman’s blood pumping.

He has ample opportunity to seduce her effectively, you know, like in the books. To make her fall in love with him, to give us all that passion, that fire, yet instead he… takes her to a br0thel and embarrasses himself and gets kicked out in a day. Wow. Never would I have believed this would happen if someone told me like two years ago. I would laugh!

Can’t get hard because ReAsOnS (yes I read the explanation and my a** laughed a LOT makes no sense and contrary to popular belief a man’s conscience does not inhabit in their pants) and then girboss gaslight gatekeep Renada just goes to another man to bang her. Oh btw she was a virgin until then who had not as much as been kissed. Totally logical behaviour she displayed in the entire episode. Not. The fact that people eat this crap up just tells me that the standards are bellow ocean level. Also for all of you thinking this is romantic of Matt let’s switch this around and pretend that Renada couldn’t get 💦 so he decided to go and fck someone else. Ugh so romantic ❤️ like I have no illusions and I know how problematic Daemon and Rhaenyra are in canon but come the f:ck on! At least in the books they actually desired each other physically! And Rhaenyra had bear minimum curtesy of not f:cking another man because yolo when Daemon was there! Actually funny thing hehe only time she got another dude - Harwin Strong - was when Daemon wasn’t there! But what do I know? *stares into camera*. Also small note on this, y’all show fans can mock “Crispin” all you want but at least unlike the pathetic character you like he can get hard. Fck, you know who I like on this show? Lana who told Matt some damn facts and killed herself instead of being married to his pathetic ass. Good on you Queen! I want an AU where Lanna dracarys Matt and his limp d and goes off to live her best life! I need this AU!

We have more like, Matt going to Renada’s wedding - not like in canon he was nowhere near - and just… being a limp D again. By GOD never has a character ever had so much LDE (limp d:ck energy). He’s such a loser!

Also Renada actively wanting and agreeing to marry Lenny -> that friendly reminder canon Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor against her will, and that she had her own ideas about who she wanted to marry. But canon Rhaenyra actually makes sense unlike Renada here. Oh she loved Matt so much! You know what I pray no one ever loved me like Renada loved Matt. Help me on this on J.

More still, her going after Matt when he returns like a desperate chick. Where’s the strong girlboss now? Ah yes in the same place as when she needs daddy to help her ❤️ nowhere. You know what I love about canon Rhaenyra, the fact that yes this b:tch was a romantic and Daemon simp but when the fire got hot she had some back bone. She was the one who told Daemon to go get Vaemond and collect his head. Her reaction wasn’t to cry - one of the only times in the show Renada had any emotion btw - it was to say oh yeah, fck you then Vaemond! Daemon time to kill him. But show fans complain book Rhaenyra is like Sandra 🤡 get f:cked. If you only pull out your girlboss moments to have toxic masculinity traits such as using man, you are a joke.

Also her and Matt actively not having a real marriage and making their kids bastards. Amazing. So romantic. ❤️❤️ but of course unlike actual Daemon, Matt is a loser who can kill his wife but not Lenny to free Renada for himself. You know what’s like to be a dragon? Take what you want like Daemon did when he got rid of Laenor and took Rhaenyra. But in redacted we have to really emasculate men as much as possible so the Uemen! Shine through and have their yass queen 👸🏼 girlboss moments ❤️ yass queen humiliate that dude who actually cared for you and wanted to give you the best he had to offer ❤️👏🏻 love it.

Ah Yes also the “YoU wErE a ChIlD I sPaReD YoU” ❤️ so romantic… when you ignore the fact the married Lana who was 15 🤡 about 3 years younger than Renada who was 18. But he didn’t try to seduce her before because reasons 😉 www. none of this makes sense.com. Also if you use medieval standards for bullsht lies such as birth use them for ages as well bestie. A 18 year old would not be seen as a child by ANYONE back then. I need wine.

And of course more bullish:t like she saying it was his war 🤡 hahahahhaha and him chocking her. On that note that was the only scene I was teamMatt cause I can’t stand the showArya and Cersei wannabe. I’m team guy who is cosplaying as AegonIII on this one! Like King end her please! Please!

So all in all this all to say, I have no f:cking idea how anyone can like them on the show. He’s a pathetic loser she’s a joke, neither of them act consistently from one scene to the next… are the standards this low? I know the answer is yes 😔

Ask more of entertainment people! Ask more of writers! At the very least ask them to write about believable characters and stop accepting everything and eating up the trash that comes out of delusional clowns’ - like Ryan - mouths.

Sorry for the rant. I need to save my energy for the podcast.

Btw I’m thinking of making myself a mug saying “YOUNG FRESH COUPLE” 🙆🏽‍♀️ guess who it’s in honour of?

All the best to you Anon 🥰

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #the realms delight #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #daemon x rhaenyra #canon rhaenyra targaryen #canon daemon targaryen #renada tedesco #matt detesco #the limp prince #house of redacted #house of parody #the bar is below sea leves #popcorn answers

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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For the sweet sentence starters! "You remembered?" + Rulie?

Julie hummed as she wandered through the stacks of her father's bookstore, thumbing over the spines as she passed, each one an old friend or escape to a brand new world. In truth, she didn't really need a new book, her shelves were already sagging under the weight of her collection, but she was always on the lookout for something new to read, and given her propensity to finish books quickly and inability to give them away once she finished, it happened more often than not.

Of course there was another reason she kept coming back here, as she shot a glance behind the counter, catching the eye of the blushing clerk. Reggie had been working here for so long, and every time they struck up a lengthy conversation about what they were reading, exchanging recommendations and reviews to the point that Alex rolled his eyes at them, shoved them both to the side and made sarcastic comments about being here to do his job, with a side eye at Reggie.

Reggie always blushed at that, rushing off to help at the cash, or restock the shelves, whatever needed doing, but he always found his way back to Julie to finish up their conversation, and every time she hoped he would end it with an offer for coffee, his number even, but to no avail. Julie would normally be bold, ask him for his, but she didn't want to make things awkward, especially since her dad kept going on about what a good employee Reggie was, 'an upstanding young man", he had said, and from the way she saw how much Reggie revered her father, Julie didn't want to upset that relationship just so she could finally get a date.

Julie kept wandering through the store, but given she had been there two days prior and there was no new books yet, nothing caught her fancy. But that didn't stop her from grabbing a new journal to have an excuse to flirt with talk to Reggie.

"Oh hey Jules, I got something here for you," Reggie said with a blinding smile as she got to the cash. His glasses were slipping down his nose, and Julie ached to push them up, or better yet, whip them off so she could get a better look at his startling green eyes and how they would change if she kissed him. He dug under the counter, and handed her a hardcover book, all gilded edges and gorgeously illustrated end pages. "Reggie... you remembered?"

"Your favourite book? Well d'uh. You only bring it up every other day. Talking about the characters, the setting. How much you love and or hate each movie adaptation. How much of a crime it is that I've never read it."

"Well it is! It's and American classic!" Julie protested.

Reggie smiled softly at her, even though he did roll his eyes at her a little. "So is Catcher In The Rye and that book is an affront to literature in my humble opinion."

"Fuck Salinger," Julie said, and Reggie fist bumped her at that.

"Either way, yes Julie, I remembered, and when I saw that Ray had this one ordered, I put it aside for you. I knew out of all our customers, you would appreciate it most," Reggie replied.

"Thank you Reggie," Julie whispered, truly touched that he would do something so sweet for her. She began to dig out her wallet, but Reggie waved her off.

"My treat, no worries."

"But Reggie! This book has to be super expensive, I can't let you-"

Reggie held up a hand, turning his face away. "Ah ah, no way. I have an employee discount, and I wanted to do this for you, no take backs."

Julie hummed at that, and then an idea formed in her brain, a devious smirk floating across her face. "Fine, I'll let you pay for it on one condition."

"And that is?"

Julie shoved the book into his hands, her face triumphant. "You have to read it! And then afterwards we can finally discuss it... maybe over coffee?"

Reggie's blush became vibrantly red, but he still clutched the book to his chest. "I-I'd like that. I'm off tomorrow afternoon?"

"You think you can finish it by then?" Julie asked, a tinge impressed.

"I crushed Ayn Rand in two days, this'll be a cake walk," Reggie replied.

Julie screwed up her face at that. "I still can't believe you read Atlas Shrugged for fun, I may have to reconsider the coffee date." But she was still smiling, showing she wasn't serious.

"I was curious about what they hype was about!" Reggie protested. "Also, if I don't absolutely love this book, coffee is on you."

"Deal," Julie replied, shaking his hand. She then grabbed a complimentary bookmark from the front, scribbling her number onto it. "Let me know when you're done, and we'll make plans." Then, quick as a flash, she leaned over the counter, planting a lightning fast kiss against his cheek before dashing off, leaving Reggie blushing and sputtering, clutching the bookmark to him like a lifeline.

The next day, Julie grinned as Reggie pulled out his wallet to pay for their drinks, passing her the book. "Okay, I'll admit it, you were right."

"Oh hun, believe me when I say that I always am. Now, favorite character?'

They spent the rest of the afternoon discuss all the merits of the March sisters, talking long into the evening until they all but got kicked out of the cafe, and kept talking all the way home. From then on, Julie didn't have to always pretend she was looking for a new book when she entered her father's shop, and Alex absolutely refused to look for Reggie if he went off to find her in the stacks. Soon enough Julie found how massive Reggie's library was, and couldn't wait for them to combine them together someday.

Instead she pulled him in for a kiss, their glasses laying abandoned on the coffee table as they made their way into the next chapter of their story, and Julie was certain that this one? Would have a very happy ending.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms #reggie is right about catcher in the rye and he should say it #also yes i have read ayn rand for fun-it was an experience #i totally made julie's favourite book little women for you ash

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feral-radfem · 2 years

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I'm reminded why I don't try to engage with any of y'all with any kind of genuine interest. It's because y'all are no different than any other online social movement. Dishonest. So let me make myself abundantly clear since @blkwmn and others want to continue to pretend like I was saying something I wasn't.

1) I was not saying that the dehumanization of young black girls and women is an a about all women, I'm saying that most women who use the non-binary identity are trying to 'reclaim their personhood' from their oppression, and I do understand that racism as an additional layer of dehumanization that pushes, and influences young black people to transition.

2) I hold all women accountable for the actions they do that her other women, which is a feminist principle. We should all be criticizing individualistic actions that cause damage to the communities we say we represent and care for. It's why I talked to the bimbo community about their choices, it's why I talked to Tifs, but it's why I talked to misogynistic lesbians about their actions. Because part of my duty as a feminist is to approach these topics with them and explain the damages they did.

3) Women of color have a unique relationship with racism. I'll never once denied this, I never once so that lesbians relationship to misogyny is exactly the same as theirs. I've said it multiple times, though they like to ignore it, that it was to show that I'm being ideologically consistent, that was the only point to it because we have a similar, not same, negative stereotype about us.

4) And this one I know she's being particularly dishonest about because she deleted my response, you should hold white women accountable for racism. There's no amount of minority groups a white woman can possess that excuses her racism or should shield her from our criticism of it. I don't think you even have to be particularly nice to them, because racism is obviously known to be bad in this day and age and there is no excuse. Where I understand that we need to have some compassion for the trans identified lot because of the social pressures they're under. I don't know why she thinks that my opinion would change there with my entire point this entire time is being that I will remain ideologically consistent. But it's most likely because she doesnt have anything she could screenshot that shows me being actually racist. This is a little more than a smear campaign.

If we all agreed that black women have a unique relationship to misogyny, and that you should be compassionate to the NBs that you're trying to talk to, the only disagreement I thought we had was that you should excuse this behavior and give them a "pass". If that's not the case you're a purposely defaming my character for literally nothing. I'm not being racist. I was literally saying that I cannot turn a blind eye to an entire demographic of women just so they don't have to hear the exact same feminist criticism I give other tifs.

Like I said, you're no different than any other political movement on here, disingenuous and just trying to cause drama for the clout.

It was a misinterpretation that multiple people came to the same conclusion of me as. Maybe you should write your post better, because a number of us misinterpreted it. I am in complete agreeance that we should talk about the push that racism has to get black women do not identify as women. I never a disagreed with any of that parts of those posts and I made sure to say so multiple places in my original post. I also preemptively apologize in my first posts tags in case I did misinterpret it stating that I was only replying to the interpretation that this meant that we need to let them continue this behavior.

I will try better in the future to ask before making assumptions on a topic but to continue to perpetuate the idea that my issue was anything to do with the actual context of the post when you know I misinterpreted it is disingenuous. This isn't coming from a place of racism, that's just your only defense against a perfectly fine critique of giving women a pass because of a minority status, which wasn't the point of your post. Why are you so mad I disagree with something you weren't saying when I do you agree with everything you were? It doesn't make any sense.

The least you could do is quit lying on my name. It's pathetic to continue to paint my intentions as anything other than what I explicitly said they were. If you actually had a fucking leg to stand on here you wouldn't have deleted my response that told you, yeah I expect you to hold everyone to the standard I'm holding every women to.

We should call out problematic behaviors in women. I stand by that, because that's how political/feminist critique gets out. I don't care, if you need to paint me as a racist, rather than a person who simply misinterpreted the intention of your post, then do what you want. I just think it shows more about your character than it does mine.

This is the last thing I'm doing in regards to this. I dealt with the absolute TRA level tactics all day yesterday and I'm not going to have a bunch of people personally insult me because I misinterpreted a post I apologized about the first time I reblogged it. Anything you pretend I'm saying that hasn't been explicitly stated by me you can honestly shove up your ass, I don't care. I'm disappointed this community has just as little principle and can't approach topics and (perceived) disagreements with honesty and instead have to make up fake narratives so that they can seem objectively right. It's pathetic.

#I don't know how much more explicitly and spelled out I can make my point. so at this point y'all are dedicated to misinterpreting me #you are a bunch of barely adults on the internet #and before anyone mistakes: 'this community' is referring to the redfem community #lily responds

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