#so its always kind of a shock to remember 'oh yeah this is how most people do it'

[i-hate-people-1]

~Mid to west~

Part 2

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip au

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader

Warnings:none

Word count: 3,782

An hour into your trip, you hear the first dreaded “I have to pee.” Of course, it came from Dustin.

"Really, come on, man, we’re barely even a town over,” Eddie groaned, pulling into the next gas despite his sentiment.

“I’m sorry,” he whined, dashing out of the car the moment Eddie put it in park.

“Maybe we should all try to and we can grab some snacks” Steve suggested Ever, the mother of the group.

"Ugh, fine,” Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. “But no drinks!” He yelled as your friends dashed out of the vehicle. “I mean it!”

“There’s no way they actually listen,” you told him, giggling as you got out of the car Eddie close behind.

“My lady,” Eddie said, smiling brightly as he opened the door for you, bowing slightly.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said, giggling and curtsying as you walked in.

After using the restroom, you were scanning the isles for a snack. Indecisive as ever, you finally settled on a bag of Cheez-Its, a pack of gum, and a nougat bar Dustin’s favorite for when he inevitably complains about being snacky (when he’s hungry but doesn’t want real food).

"This all,” the teen at the counter asked. Well, you think she was asking, but her deadpan tone made it hard to tell.

"Yup,” you said, smiling.

She looked up from your snacks, her unamused glare fixed on you.

“Hey sweetheart, spot me a pack of smokes?" You felt his arm before you heard his voice as he hung it lazily over your shoulder.

Casual touches like this almost fooled you enough to think that the boy you’ve been crushing on since you saw him perform at the middle school talent show actually liked you, or at least thought of you as more than his friends older sister, but then reality would always come crashing down on you when you remembered that Eddie was like that with everyone the pet names, teasing remarks, and touching. I mean, the boy was a walking ball of love to give, constantly looking for a new friend or a new lost sheep he could take under his wing.

No matter how many people teased him, judged him unfairly, or called him the most unspeakable things, he never gave up and always kept that signature Eddie Munson smile that simultaneously lit up the room and made you weak in the knees.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked, his concern-ridden face pulling you out of your thoughts as his arm slid awkwardly off your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, I can,” you said, turning back to the unamused teen. “Uh, and a pack of Malboro Reds, please,” you told the cashier, surprised that the frown she was wearing could get deeper.

“You know my brand?” You could practically hear the shock in his voice—a deep blush taking over your cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess,” you mumbled as you paid for your things, purposely avoiding his eyes that were boring into you. “What?” You asked, turning back to look at him and handing him the cigarettes.

His doe eyes were soft, and there was a remnant of a smile he was holding back on his face.

"Nothing,” he answered through an awkward cough. “Come on, sunshine, the ass crack of America awaits.” He finished turning around to grab the door for you.

You quickly followed, telling the teen at the counter thank you and to have a nice day.

As you made it outside, Eddie broke off to go lean against the wall to smoke. As you finally made it back to the van, your cheeks were still ablaze from your interaction.

Everyone but Steve had made it back to the van, already getting settled in, to hopefully not stop for at least a couple hours.

After about 5 minutes, Eddie and Steve returned, Steve having two huge bags of snacks, so you wouldn’t have to get any more, hopefully.

"Alright, hellions, buckle up. We’re not stopping for a while,” Eddie said, pulling out of the gas station. “I’m just kidding. Of course, my van does not have seatbelts.”

***

"Eddie, I’m hungry,” Lucas whined, poking the boy in the cheek. “Can we please stop? You made us skip lunch.” He finished continuing to poke him.

"Sinclair, you poke me one more time, and I’ll cut your hand off and make you eat it. How’s that sound for dinner?” Eddie said it through clenched teeth and crazy eyes.

Lucas stopped his finger inches away from the boy's cheek cautiously after a moment of testing the waters; he seemingly gave up pulling his hand back.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief, unclenching his jaw, and everything was peaceful for about two seconds until Lucas decided that poking the bear was the best idea he could think of, poking Eddie’s cheek once more, smirking mischievously.

“That’s it!” Eddie yelled, pulling off to the side of the road, making all of you tussle in place as he abruptly stopped the car out of his seat as quick as lightning to tackle the younger boy to the ground. He was so quick, you almost missed the smirk fall off of Lucas’s face and the horror take over his eyes.

Which is how you found yourself in the driver's seat, looking out for a place to stop for dinner, with Eddie in the passenger seat slumped down, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted.

"Alright, let’s all get some food in us and stretch our legs, yeah?” You asked as you pulled into the first dinner you’d spotted.

Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the vehicle, the former fully recovering from the tackle he’d taken.

Robin Max and Steve took more time getting out, following the two rambunctious boys.

You, however, stayed in the van, waiting for the boy in the passenger seat to look anywhere but out the window quietly.

"Oh, come on, Ed's, you know you're hungry too,” you said, turning in your seat to face him fully. “And maybe your a tad hangry, and that’s why you tackled Lucas?”

"No, I tackled him because the little shit wouldn’t stop poking me,” Eddie snapped, finally turning to you, and while the vicious gaze of Eddie Munson was terrifying for most people, you thought it was adorable. He looked like a puppy trying to threaten you like a teddy bear with a knife.

“So you’re saying if it had been Steve in the driver's seat and he wouldn’t stop to get you food, you wouldn’t have done the same thing?” You challenged him, raising a brow. His frown softened a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes, you assume, at the thought of annoying Steve Harrington.

"See, you’d think it was hilarious if it were Steve; your little sheep was just following in your footsteps.”

"Yeah, but they’re supposed to annoy other people, not me,” he grumbled, though you could tell he was starting to come around.

“Oh well, now you’re just asking too much,” you teased. “Now come on, I’ll buy you a milkshake,” you told him, hopping out of the driver's seat.

“Chocolate?” Eddie asked, head-whipped, to look at you.

"Ugh, fine, but I’m going to judge you for it,” you said, rolling your eyes as you shut the door and walked inside, Eddie following closely behind.

“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, are you trying to tell me you don’t like chocolate milkshakes?” Eddie asked, dramatic as ever, his hair whipping around as he shook his head.

“I mean, they’re fine, but vanilla is definitely better,” you said, shrugging. Eddie gasped loudly, clutching a hand to his chest.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” he said quickly as he pulled out a seat, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sat down flustered as Robin raised a brow at you, which only made your blush deepen.

“What’d you say to him?” Max asked.

“Get this, Red; she thinks vanilla milkshakes are better than chocolate,” Eddie scoffed before you could get a word.

Leading the table into a lively debate, with some taking your side while others took Eddie’s.

“You guys are all wrong. It’s obviously strawberry." Steve cut in your heads, all turning to him with disgusted looks.

"Okay, everyone can at least agree that Steve’s wrong, right?” Robin asks, eyes darting around the group as you all nod, “All right, it’s unanimous, Steve’s an idiot.” She finishes, and Steve looks offended while all of you laugh.

"Alright, I need to go smoke. You guys stress me out." Eddie shook his head, smiling.

“Those things will kill you,” you said, popping a fry into your mouth.

"Hey, you’re the one supplying me, so don’t get all high and mighty on me now, princess,” Eddie smirked as you rolled your eyes.

“That was a temporary lapse in judgment; I was distracted,” you shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the obvious blush on your face was giving you away.

"Aww, you saying I distract ya doll face?” Eddie asked, leaning in close.

"Ew, dude, are you really flirting with my sister right now?” Dustin interrupted, gagging immediately after he got the question out.

“See what I mean? Little fuckers are so annoying, I’m surprised I don’t smoke more,” he groaned, placing a cigarette between his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” you announced, getting up and speed-walking to the bathroom flustered.

"Really, Dustin,” Max scolded, smacking him in the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for?”

“You totally just ruined their moment. Eddie was finally growing some balls, and you just stomped on them,” Lucas explained.

“What?” Dustin asked again, and the poor boy was obviously very confused.

"Really, Dustin, do we have to explain everything to you? You’re not a child,” Steve quipped sarcastically.

“What these doofuses are getting at is that Eddie has just now started shooting his shot, and you might have just deterred him for another what is it like nine years?.” Robin explained hoping the young boy would catch on.

"Wait, are you guys saying Eddie actually likes Y/N?”

“Oh my gosh, look at those boys. Sherlock finally figured one out,” Steve said, slow-clapping.

“Shut up, Steve,” Dustin seethed. “So Eddie likes Y/N? Does she like him?”

"Obviously,” Max yelled, quickly apologizing when most of the eyes in the restaurant turned to her.

“So all those times he’s called her hot, he wasn’t just doing that to annoy me?” Dustin asked, still bewildered by the new information.

“While I’m sure that is a perk,Steve started sitting up in his chair to pat Dustin on the back. “He’s got it; he's had it bad since his first senior year,Steve finished shrugging.

“I can’t believe one of my best friends has a crush on my sister, and none of you told me,” Dustin pouted.

“We thought you knew it was pretty obvious,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want to think about that; it’s gross.”

"Well, you better get used to it because our mission this trip is to get them together,” Robin told him as the group nodded in agreement. “And it was working perfectly without us having to do anything but put them in seats next to each other, and you might have just ruined it,” Robin grumbled.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?!” Dustin argued.

“Tell you what?” Eddie asked, making the group jump and turn to look at the boy.

"Umm, uh, that there’s been something in his teeth for a while,” Lucas said as casually as he could.

"Nice,” Max complemented under her breath.

“Okay?” Eddie said, taking a seat and continuing to eat his food, “Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked through a mouth full of food.

“She went to the bathroom,” Steve shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

Eddie’s head instinctively snapped towards the bathroom door, a deep frown falling over his features. When he was met with the beautiful sight of your smile and the crushing feeling that washed over him, he saw a guy, the one making you smile.

Eddie’s glare made everyone’s eyes shift to the bathroom as you giggled behind your hand at something the boy said.

And before the smart part of Eddie’s brain could even think of telling him to stay seated, he was on his feet, speeding faster than he could think.

You noticed him before he could even get a word out, turning to smile at him. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” You asked, brows furrowed, man; he was so screwed if all it took was you smiling at him to turn him into jelly.

"Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, composing himself to smirk at you. “Who's your friend?” He asked, glaring daggers into the man in front of you.

"Oh, this is Chad; he saw me looking at maps and said he’s traveling west too,” you told him, smiling.

“How convenient,” Eddie bit out, his voice lashing in sarcasm.

"Yeah, man, a total coincidence,” Chad said, returning Eddie’s glare.

The two men stood in unmoving silence, glaring daggers at each other. You furrowed your brows, looking between them, rolling your eyes as far back into your head as they could go at your realization. “Oh my, are you two having a staring contest right now?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

You took their unblinking silence as an answer: “Stop it, you doofus!” You exclaimed, smacking his arm lightly.

“Hey!” Eddie shrieked, “You made me lose!”

“Lose what exactly? What would’ve happened at the end of that contest? What would you have won?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“I’m not exactly a hundred percent on the rules, but I’m pretty sure he gets you now,” Eddie deadpanned.

“Dude, I thought we were just asserting dominance.”

Eddie looked at the man with an expression somewhere between shock, disgust, and anger. “And that’s who won, thanks to you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not some prize, Munson,” you scoffed, walking back towards your friends.

"Yeah, no shit. I was joking that dude never would’ve beat me fair and square anyway.”

“I don’t need you to fight my battles or win me, and also, I was just talking to someone new. What is your issue?” You asked, turning to face him as you made it out in front of the diner.

“What’s my issue?!” Eddie challenged, “I don’t know, haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger? The guy was practically eye-fucking you the whole conversation.”

“So?” You asked, making Eddie scoff.

“So? So?” He asked back in unbelief, “You know what? Fine, whatever have fun getting murdered in the back of some creeps van!” Eddie exclaimed, arms waving, as he turned on his heels to stomp to the van.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that,” you said, stomping after him, “and stop walking away.” You grabbed his hand, making him turn to you and ask, “Why do you care so much?”

Eddie pulled you towards him effortlessly, pinning you up against the back of the van out of view of your friends.

His breath was hot and rugged as it fanned over your face, his doe eyes peering into your soul as he examined your face, his gaze darting between your lips and eyes.

“I care because I want you to be mine,” he whispered in your ear, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck as you sucked in a breath. “You want that, baby?” Eddie teased biting your earlobe, and you whimpered.

"Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, you will soon enough,” Eddie told you, inches away from your face, lips so close to touching as your body tingled in anticipation. Just as Eddie was about to close the gap, you were abruptly pulled out of your false reality by the very person you made it for. As he shook your shoulder gently, “Hey, wake up, pretty girl, we’ve got to get back on the road,” he whispered, moving some hair out of your face.

A deep blush set in at the pet name—the same pet name he had just used in your dream—coming into the front of your mind—that little voice telling you he knew but there’s no way he could know, right?

The existential crisis must have been showing on your face because Eddie was looking at you concerned. “You okay, sunshine, you look a little dazed. Nap that good?” He asked, quirking a brow.

"Yeah,” you said almost too quickly, "um, I didn’t even realize I felt asleep.”

“Oh yeah, you feel asleep on my shoulder a few minutes after you came back from the bathroom,” he shrugged.

"Well, you have a comfortable shoulder, thanks, pal,” you said, froging him in the arm, quickly getting out of your seat and speed-walking to the van.

“That was painful,” Robin said as she exited the diner behind you.

“Did I just call him pal and punch him in the arm?” You asked, your head falling on her shoulder.

"Yeah, it was pretty hard to watch,” she deadpanned. "Robin,” you whined.

“Right, sorry,” she said as she started to run a comforting hand through your hair. “What even happened to get you that flustered?”

“I kind of had a sex dream about Eddie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by her shoulder.

“You had a sex dream about Munson, while you were napping on him,?!?” she said a bit too loudly for your taste.

“Shhh Robin”

"Right, sorry, you had a sex dream about Munson?” She repeated it in a whisper.

"Well, kind of, I was woken up before any actual sex happened, but that’s where it was leading,” you told her, finally lifting your head. “What am I going to do? I feel like a perv.”

"Okay, first of all, it’s completely natural, and second, maybe that’s your subconscious way of telling you to, you know, make a move,” Robin said, biting her thumb nail.

“You think I should make a move on him? Does he even like me?” You asked, pulling Robin's thumb away from her mouth.

“Are you kidding me? You were totally just drooling all over him in your sleep, and he didn’t even bat an eye at the guys.”

“I drooled on him.” You half asked, half whined, her head failing back into place on her shoulder.

***

“Did she just call me Pal?" Eddie asked through a dejected sigh, slumping in his seat.

"Yeah, she also drooled on you a little bit,” Dustin pointed out, poking a spot on his shoulder over the table.

“And I find that unbelievably adorable. I’m so fucked. I just got pal zoned. I think that’s worse than the friend zone,” Eddie whined, beating his head on the table.

"Oh, stop that. She didn’t mean anything by it. She just got flustered. She likes you, okay. Stop stressing and dancing around it flirtatiously and just ask her out.” Dustin told him, his eyes rolling as far back into his head as they could go.

“She said that?” Eddie’s head perked up like a puppy who had just been offered a treat.

“Not exactly, but I’m her brother, and a brother knows." Dustin shrugged, standing up. “Just go for it, man, she’s into you. I promise, just you know, maybe don’t do it in front of me because gross.”

“When did you get so wise?” Steve asked, hands on his hips, sassy as ever.

“I’ve always been wise; you deepshits just never notice,” he said, sticking his chin high as he walked off.

“No wonder his head is so big; it’s got to fit that massive ego.”

***

It’s been two hours since you stopped for dinner and 12 since you started the trip as a whole. Eddie had driven for another hour after you stopped before you made him stop and let Steve drive before he felt asleep at the wheel.

Steve and Robin were now in front. Robin passed out until Steve would shake her awake to ask for directions.

And other than the sound of Steve’s quiet humming and soft snores coming from the kids, the van was quiet.

Eddie was out cold the second his head hit the makeshift pillow of his waded-up leather jacket, stirring occasionally to find a more comfortable position.

You were in the limbo between resting and actually sleeping, not completely awake and not completely asleep, when you felt something touch your side. You turned your head, smiling sleepily at the sight in front of you. Eddie, who was already close due to the big group and limited space you had in the back of the van, had moved to lay on his side, one arm curled under his arm to replace the jacket that was now thrown over his body lazily, his other hand poking out just barely grazing your side. You could feel the coldness of his fingers through the thin material of your tank top.

You sat up frowning on the lookout for another blanket, but it seemed that every one was being occupied. After a few minutes of trying to plan in your sleepy state, you finally decided on just sharing yours with him. It wasn’t huge, but you think it could fit over both of you if you shifted a little closer.

You gently pulled the leather jacket off him, setting it aside, grabbing his hand, and moving it closer to his own body as slowly as you could, smiling proudly when you managed to do so without disturbing him.

After shifting as close as you could without actually touching the boy, you took your time situating the blanket, making sure it covered him as much as possible. You finally laid back down yourself, too tired to be anxious about the little amount of space between the two of you.

You had just closed your eyes when another touch pulled you out of your almost-sleep. This time it was more than a few fingers. Eddie was now curled into your side, arm thrown over your waist, head resting on your collarbone without even thinking you started lazily ruining a hand through his curls, making him snuggle into you further. You felt your body relax against him, starting to pull you down into sleep, finally letting it take you. You lay there with a sleepy smile on your lips, content to lay like this the rest of the night. Even if you weren’t really sure where this would leave you, when you wake up, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Relaxing in the heat, his body was now suppling, finally closing your eyes to let sleep take you.

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[chrissturnsgirlll222]

second, never first

part three | part one | part two | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes one feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - mentions of underage drinking, swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1k

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the weekend went by slowly and all i could do was count down the hour, minutes and seconds it would take for me to see chris again. of course we text back and forth here and there but usually seeing eachother in person was i enjoyed the most of course.

i hadnt talked to anna in person since the party either. it was obviously expected that she would leave me to be chris and matts job to take care of so i wasnt shocked when she didnt call or text to check on me either only to ask if the guys snap she got was hot.

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the following day was finally a monday. finally out of my house and finally get to see chris.

i was eager to see both him and anna but mostly just nervous to see how chris would be around me now that hes seen me naked.

“what are you starring at?” anna says

“nothing im just tired” i say.

“i cant believe you got so fucked up this weekend” anna says

i internally cringe at remembering my sloppy state, “i know i can never do that shit again i was violently hungover.”

“good thing i was there to take care of ya” chris says patting my shoulder and shaking me gently.

“you took care of her?” anna says confused.

“yeah she just stayed at my house, i obviously couldnt let her go home like that. she couldnt even drink water by herself” chris says

“thank god you did i was a mess.” i say

“what did you have to pour it down her throat” anna says laughing.

“yes and i had to get her changed and brush her hair and give her advil and carry her up the stairs an-“ i cut him off

“ok ok we get it i was a sloppy drunk mess” i say

brush my hair what the fuck is he talking about.

“where the fuck did you sleep i know his mom would not be happy if you slept on their couch.”

“we both slept him my bed” he says

i stay silent and just look at chris whos lookinf at anna.

anna didnt speak about the party once after that conversation. i kind of got the vibe that she was mad that chris took care of me, there was nothing to be upset about. he wouldnt have had to take care of me if she would have just beought me to her house.

ding

ding

“ok we need to get to class” i say grabbing my school bags and my drink from lunch

everyone else does the same and we get iut of my car.

were all walking into school and anna walks into her english class as me and chris make our way to our history class.

the whole class was kind of awkward.

i just didnt really know how to behave around him. clearly nothing changed between us since this weekend, in his eyes.

for me i couldnt stop thinking about it all.

i totally thought he would tease me about that night about how sloppy i was for days but other than that conversation we just had with anna he didnt talk about it.

we were just listening to our history lesson and suddenly i get a notification from chris

monday 12:45

chris: im so bored and do not understand shit were learning

i look up at him from where were sitting on opposite sides of the class

me with my friends on one side and chris with his gross jocky friends on the other

y/n: same this class is always boring as hell

chris: i wish we could kill our teacher honestly like look at her

chris: she just needs to get fucked and maybe she would be less miserable

y/n: i bet you think you could change that

chris: oh im sure i could

chris: ask her for an extra help lesson and bend her over that very desk

chris: would solve our problems

i gasp and look at him to find him smiling at his phone.

y/n: chris that woman is 40 years old and probably with a husband

chris: dosent change the fact that she wants this dick

“christopher” our teacher says loudly snapping both of us out of our texting

he doesnt say anything just looks at her smiling

“how many times have i told you to get off that phone” she says sternly

“in the hallway now” she says pointing to the door

he gets up and walks towards the door and looks at me “ohh were going to be alone now” he whispers to me walking past my desk and smirking.

i giggle and watch him walk out our teacher following behind.

chris often got in trouble in school but he never did horrible with his grades. ive been helping him here and there with history as i am a pretty good student.

i just enjoy reading and writing so history and english have always been my strong suit so he often asks for my tutoring or steals my answers i guess i should say.

around 5 minutes later chris walks back into the class grinning ear to ear.

we finish up our class and chris just ignores me on his way out with his friends. this happened everything we werent alone, he always acted like i wasnt there when his other friends were around.

i didnt mind this as i did the same

he always said it had to be this way since me and anna would ‘scare away the pussy’ is what he would say.

-

the day finishes up and i go home after school and start working on my bio homework i have.

ding

ding

i look at my phone to a notification from chris

monday 4:13

chris: can you come over i need help with history

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thank you for reading xx

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[lovelybunn]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

warning(s): swearing, mentions of depression

author's note: I DONT HAVE FAVORITES I PROMISE this is a high-school au bc i'm trying to cope with it (even though i've only been there for a few weeks lmao)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇.

“ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍! 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 sweater you got there, bud! ” you give the boy a small smile. he frowns and looks around, pointing at himself. “ yes you, silly. who else in the class is named stanley? ” you giggle, stan glances away in embarrassment, “ o-oh. thanks, i guess. ” he sits down with a bit more force than he expects, causing him to cuss under his breath.

“ what’s wrong? ” you ask with genuine concern. without making eye contact with you, stan replies, “ nothing. just kinda stunned. ” as if just now realizing what he said, his eyes suddenly widen. his cheeks flare up, “ oh shit– i mean, tired. yeah, that's what i meant, not stunned. why would i be stunned? ” your worried face slowly melted into a teasing snicker. “ you're funny, stan marsh. ” with his face even more red that it originally was, he stammers, “ what are you talking about?! what's so funny, huh?! ”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

manz doesn't know how to take a compliment tbh

he has a very low self esteem (bc of his depression), so he'll take anything he can get. beggars can't be choosers, right?

when he does get complimented, stan almost always gets all red and shit and it's so precioussss

he doesn't usually reply with some kind of counter compliment bc he sucks at talking to ppl :(

but the good thing is that he always repays you back in some way for the simple act of kindness to him of all ppl. you know that meme/phrase where its like “ *character* will remember that ”? yeah, that's stan marsh.

he doesn't automatically register when someone is speaking to him, so you prob will have to repeat yourself multiple times before he realizes that your even there lmao

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𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐈.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 to leave his hair down for school, and to be honest, you think his natural curls are gorgeous. you grin and wave at the ginger as he walks into class, placing his things down. “ sup, kyle! seems you know how to take very good care of that mane of yours, don't you? ” with pursed lips, he raises a brow inquisitively at you. “ hm? what's that's supposed to mean? ” your grin grows wider. “ it means i think your hair looks sick, man. ” kyle's screwed up expression slowly melts into slight shock. his face flushes into a deep red against his scattered freckles, “ aw, thank you. ” kyle smiles goofyily.

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kyle doesnt expect kindness/flattery to ever be targeted towards him, mainly bc his friends are kinda dicks (AHEM CARTMAN AHEM)

but when he does get this kind of treatment, he's pleasantly surprised. especially when he's at his at most limit (which is pretty frequent), being able to hear that little positive thing said about him will help kyle rest peacefully for the rest of the day.

don't worry though, a genuine nice response will almost always come in exchange. (unless the poor boy is having a really bad day, then he'll prob just act like you simply don't exist)

kyle is very good at nick-picking certain specific quirks, behaviors, and traits of the ppl he adores. like with his baby brother ike, just one little head jerk or hand movement from ike, and kyle will instantly know exactly how his baby brother is feeling.

so, in relation to you complimenting him, he now is, of course, fond of you. (ex. your eyes look a little droopy one day at school? “ hey, (name), i brought some coffee in my bag, you can have some if you want. ”)

overall a sweet boy w/ anger issues but we don't talk about that :)))))))))))))))))))))))

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𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍.

“ 𝐘'𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊, you're actually a pretty cool dude, cartman. ” you exclaim dryly, making little doodles on the assignment you presumably are supposed to actually be doing. he slowly turns his head to face behind him. a large scowl plasters on eric's expression. “ i'm cool all the time, motherfucker. ” you roll your eyes dismissively, “ the entire campus would beg to differ. ” he opens his mouth to respond with some sort of snarky remark, but he changes his mind and turns around in defiance. cartman laughs proudly. “ you're just extremely jealous that you'll never be as cool as me. ” you sigh and mutter, “ keep telling yourself that. whatever helps you cope, i guess. ”

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boy thinks that's his birthright to have everyone within his vicinity praise him in some way bc his name is eric theodore cartman

but deep down this boy hates himself with a burning passion, like all narcissists lmao

two words, backhanded compliments.

well, unless he doesn't like you/thinks your ugly af or sumn, then he'll be like “ yeah, i know. couldn't say the same for you, though. ”

but i'll be honest with ya'll, if he even moderately likes you in any way, that one compliment will cause him to attach to you until you have to literally force him to back off. (ex. imagine his relationship w/ butters)

the only plus to that is cartman will be a little bit nicer to you than he usually is. “ hey bitch (affectionate)! ”

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 and it's kenny's turn to read a section of the excerpt the class is assigned. none of his three best friends have this class with him, so he's practically mute for most of the period. you never hear his voice other than a few “ hey ”s, “ mhm ”s, and “ what ”s, so a tiny part of you is lowkey excited to be able to hear the orange hooded boy speak a full few sentences for the first time. he isn't the fastest reader in the class, and definitely not one of the loudest, but something about his soft tone relaxes you. kenny's voice is strangely soothing. after he finishes, you decide to point it out.

you tap on his desk to get his attention, “ wow, i didn’t know you sounded like that, kenny. ” since you didn't elaborate, he stares at you with a blank expression in his big baby blue eyes. he slowly squints at you, silently asking for an explanation. you chuckle, “ i think your voice sounds nice, mate. you should run an asmr channel or something. ” kenny's eyes avert from left to right for two rounds before he becomes a popped bubble full of agressive cackles. the entire class stop whatever they're doing to figure what's going on, but you just give kenny a huge toothy smile.

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bruv will never take compliments seriously, like he legitimately thinks your joking.

but he'll still flash his pretty crooked whites at you, and nod his head like a child that just got asked if they want a cookie (pls he's baby <33333)

most of the time kenny's eyes are dull bc he's depressed, but when he's really happy, they'll sparkle, like a lot. remember that.

small talk isn't kenny's thing so after you say whatever you wanted to say he'll prob instantly go back to blocking you out like what he does to his parents when they fight

but after a while of processing what you said, he's truly touched, sometimes he'll even tell karen about how much you made his day with that little comment alone

here's a plus, if kenny thinks your cute enough, he'll start lowkey flirting with you, complimenting you over literally everything you do (sometimes he's a lot more straightforward, but he tries to keep it as discreet as possible)

#south park #sp stan #sp kyle #sp cartman #sp eric #sp kenny #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park imagines #south park headcanons #blurbs #headcanons

[echotzzz]

“Elain should stop being annoying and accept Lucien already”

umm okay since when woman rejected or disliked a man… annoying??

Do Acotar fandom understand what it means to accept a mating bond??

It means you will bind yourself to that other person FOREVER. Be it your soul, body everything. He is yours and you are his. Like they cant get divorce or start a new life w someone else if that fail. This is not a simple bf/gf thing like this is a big deal, very permenant and forever once u accept. Its completely fine if you two ALREADY FALLEN IN LOVE and the mating bond is there to seal the deal. Like that’s romantic

But for Elain that never was the case. She has NO FEELINGS for Lucien. Her heart belongs to Graysan when her mating bond was revealed. And when she start to move on from him she develop feelings for Azriel along the process.

Like cant yall understand why she couldnt just “accept” Lucien.

“But she should give Lucien a chance”

this mentality or mind set really falls down to the mating bond and how the majority of the fandom sees the mating bond only from Lucien’s pov. Yeah he’s hurting not denying that and its sucks for him. But cant people sees this from Elain’s pov as well??

The place she came from there is no mating bond. She turned fae against her will and suddenly said to be some Fae’s mate whom she doesnt know anything about and whom she sees as the one who “betrayed her family” whether he’s guilty or not, but In her mind Lucien literally allied with the bad people that kidnapped her. Do you think Elain will ready to fall in love w him?? or attempts to open her heart for him??Like lets be real no bs if you’re in Elain postion will you see Lucien as this trustworthy, safe, worthy of her love kind of guy? I need people to be serious here coz Elain reaction to lucien made perfectly sense to me I dont know why people are so mad!! the first reaction of Elain to him were: “She cringed away from the coat, from him” .

Her being wary around him made sense to me and some people even went further to said Elain’s racist or a snob needs to bffr. Yall insane.

People would say it will be like feysand coz they also start in a bad place coz rhys is the ‘villain’ in book 1 but Feyre first word abt rhys was he’s the most beautiful man she ever seen. Theres ATTRACTION. AND HATE. which is good coz when there’s hate there’s PASSION and that could lead to FEELINGS.

and believe it or not Elain and Lucien did try spent time w e/o. Remember that tea time and in acofas?

And theyre being so polite to each other too. Elain is indifferent towards him. There is just awkwardness. Both Elain and Lucien has no interest in bridging the gap. Both cannot stand in e/o presence in a room more than 2 min (Lucien’s word not mine). Visiting Elain is not always in Lucien’s agenda when he’s in the night court. And thats canon per Acofas & Acosf. They’re just not into each other. You cannot tell me the reason Lucien even look at Elain is not because of the mating bond. Attraction and feelings cannot be forced full stop.

“Elain need to learn how to cope coz mating bond is her culture now”

She started gaining control of her life. Which readers expect that of her right?? to have a backbone? to be the narrator of her own FATE? RIGHT????

so why is it so shocking and oh so horrible for Elain to not want her mating bond? We see previous MCs rebel and protest to fight for their story but why drew a line for elain?

we accept her character development to be this independant woman who would not be coddled, some even want her to leave the Night Court to find her true self.

We want all the above for her EXCEPT her control over her love life. When it comes down to the person she should love, kiss and fuck, In that terms Elain should submit to the bond and just shut up??????

“Oh no how dare she reject her mate!! how dare she liked Azriel and not her mate!! the audacity, she’s so blind to his kindness, the jacket, the gloves, the pearl he gave her!! how dare she be so annoying and hurts his feeling. Elain GET IT TOGETHER HOE!!!%*\”

Cant yall see how irony this is?? What happened to attraction and feelings? Does that should be thrown out of the window?

Why is it a rocket science for Elain to actually like Azriel?? This fandom worship Azriel and want him to fuck them in their dreams (im not making this up). Why its ok for the readers to be attracted to Az but not Elain??

Its not rocket science its just this fandom already has this mindset about the mating bond and the perks of having a mate. Feysand and Nessian are what successful mate couple look like.

But we shouldnt be naive enough to believe that ALL MATING BOND ARE HEALTHY

Theres a lot of unhealthy mating bond mentioned briefly such as tamlin’s and Rhysand’s parents and a couple more from the Creacent City series.

Rhys said the mating bond is not a perfect system.

You can feel bad for Lucien. Thats fair. And it sucks to know that male has stronger mate instinct than the female. But what yall cant do is to put the blame on Elain. Both Elain and Lucien are the victim of the mating bond. The fault belong to the Mating Bond system and the Society that urge male to covet their female mate and have whatever it takes to make the bond work.

Wouldnt his fan wants him to find his own person who loves him for who he is? Thats literally what Lucien craves for. Acceptance. Atp Elain’s body language and reaction showed that she’s anything but accept him. And truly I dont see that will change anytime soon. SJM has spent 4 books and not any point we see Elain beginning to change her mind. Acosf literally showed that.

“If Elain will not end up with Lucien then why haven’t she properly reject him yet?”

This is not real life. Yeah!!! Elain’s happened to be a book character. And in books there are storytelling aspects and huge plot reveal. You cannot expect a huge moment in a character’s arc be done in any other people pov?

Like why people really want the news of Elain finally rejecting Lucien be in Nesta’s pov? Wheres the fun in that?? it didnt make any sense. Obv SJM is waiting for it to be in ELAIN’S BOOK whenever that will come out. So cant yall just wait?? Like pls just think for a sec.

“Elain doesnt deserve Lucien”

okayyyyyy…is that a dig at Elain? Coz like I said Lucien deserve someone who wants him for him and thats not Elain and vice versa.

“they should end up together coz they are mates”

Im sorry but mating bond will NEVER be the ultimate factor to fall in love with someone or SJM’s reason for her characters endgame. And certainly not for Elain who will marry for love. For all of grayson fault, Elain did truly loved him once.

Feyre doesnt love Rhys bcoz of the bond, but bcoz of love she agreed to bond w him.

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So to end this long post I would remind people that this is a romance story. Where the end game will be two people in love. So ATTRACTION and FEELINGS plays a huge role for the build up.

Also I highly think Lucien or the mating bond are not what Elain hates the most. I think she hate the fact that she has no say in this. That her choice are being taken away. And everyone around her expecting her to just accept the bond.

I genuinely dont have anything against people that actually ship elucien for their aesthetic and really hope for their endgame. Some people want Elain & Lucien to break the mating bond together to free themsleves of the fate that control their choices and along the way get to know e/o and developing feelings and so on. See!! this is a good story which doesnt diminish anyone’s character arc and certainly allow all characters to have a choice. “I love u for who u are and not because of the bond” Like with SJM masterful writing that could be pretty lit.

With that being said, I really side eyed and hate those who treat Elain as the devil incarnate for refusing Lucien and called her “shallow, dumb, indecisive, selfish” follow with “she will see her mistake, she will beg forgiveness, she will realise that she’s so blind to the-” oh no no no

Her feelings are valid. Refusing Lucien has been put as one of her flaws or why she should be hated is SO CRAZY to me. Yall dont want people to coddles her or treat her like a child so then…pls start accepting her words as it is. Dont try to twist it or double it down. If she says she’s part of the night court, then she’s part of the night court. If she says she doesnt owe Lucien anything, that means she doesnt owe him shit.

#elain archeron #pro elain #pro elain archeron #rant

[mrs-monaghan]

Honestly, I think payola is happening for JK because it’s nearly impossible to make it onto Hot100 “organically” now. (No doubt he’s being pushed, with Scooter, BPD, radio stations, everybody and they mama posting and hyping Seven.) But we have to remember that Seven only has Itunes, Amazon, Qobuz buys, and no D2C, which was our most powerful tool in getting our JM the #1 he deserved. Without the company stepping in to support it with radioplay, the #1 on Hot100 would be impossible. Now the question is whether or not they will support PJM2 the way they’re pushing Seven. I’m withholding judgement until we see how the company treats PJM2.

Still, this doesn’t negate how LC had INSANE potential to be HUGE, and HYBE completely fumbled the fucking bag. And by fumbled I mean they just about dropped it over the rooftop of the building that JM and BTS built. Kicked it to the curb like it was worth nothing. And that pisses me off and it always will. But Jikookers, please try to tone back the hate towards JK. He doesn’t deserve it. I know the main question is “how can JK accept all this help knowing that JM was snubbed and didn’t get any?” I don’t know, but we do know that Scooter is involved. This man is a toxic snake. We have no idea what’s going down behind the scenes. Really, we have no fucking clue. We can only guess. So please, support Seven if you want to, don’t support it if you don’t want to. But don’t be so quick to jump on JK and accuse him of not caring about JM. Are you kidding me? You’ve really forgotten how much JK loves and takes care of JM, everything they’ve had for the past ten years, everything in the past few months even.

I promise you, there will be a day when we’ll get a tell-all, be it leaked emails or JM himself addressing the issue, perhaps even JK will do/say something. Nothing shady stays hidden forever. Until that day, let’s be patient and kind.

Oh, and for those accusing JK of plagiarism, are you serious? Like, look in the mirror and say that to yourself. “JK is stealing JM’s creative work without his permission.” Yeah, do you realize how fucking dumb you sound? There is undoubtedly glaring similarities between their style and concept choice. Do you ever think for one second — okay, since it’s obviously not plagiarism, what could it be? Could it be that JK is trying to send a fucking message? Or did you ever think for one second that JK could have gone to JM and said, hyung, I really liked what you did, do you mind if I do something similar? They could be laughing and giggling together about the photos literally as we speak, meanwhile people are going after JK with pitchforks saying he’s stealing JM’s story. Fuck off.

Now the question is whether or not they will support PJM2 the way they're pushing seven

This special treatment is for JK and JK only. When we say he is the golden goose that's exactly what we mean. They had plans for him, from day one. He is who they will use to pave the way for BTS and Kpop ig. Idk. Is this for BTS or for themselves? Who tf knows?

Jimin could have done this too. Was doing this. But he isn't who they banked on. Invested in. His success continues to shock them. They had a plan and they refuse to deviate from it.

We saw it coming y'all... why are people mad? Guys, I'm not gonna lie, I'm as as cool as a fucking cucumber. This is my only option. Its either that or join everyone else and be fucking pissed and what good does that do? 😂😂😂

Jimin solos already tagging BH to ask why LC didn't get pushed for radio play like that's gonna do dick. There is a plan in place and there ain't nothing nobody can do to change it.

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JK didn't steal shit. You're bonkers if you think Jimin wasn't aware of what JK was going to do. And was perfectly okay with it. They are matching on purpose. It's on purpose. Period.

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #jimin and jungkook

[awellreadmannequin]

A favourite bit of mine is matching a person with a car that fits their overall vibe. Back when I was on twitter I did this with historical philosophers, but now it is finally time to bring this bit to homestuck characters. As an aside, I put a shocking amount of work into making this post for how shitty it is.

John Egbert - Base model C4 Corvette

Some quick googling revealed that Con Air has not one but TWO Chevrolet Corvettes in it. The first is a C2 from the 1960s but, as a millennial, John will never be able to afford a classic American sports car. So he’d wind up with a base model C4, the other generation featured in the film. But why a Corvette? John is absolutely the kind of guy to see a car he half remembers from a film and go, “oh sweet! I always thought these were sick!” So that’s how he winds up with the most 1980s looking sports car a person can buy, complete with the shittiest malaise era small block Chevy had to offer.

June Egbert - 2000 V6 SN95 Mustang

Yeah, June gets a different entry because estrogen changes your taste in things. Unfortunately, June is still an Egbert and thus has terrible taste, which is how she winds up with this heavily used hunk of junk. Frankly, this choice is mostly down to how easily I can picture her big stupid grin as it wobbles down the highway with the top down. The interior is falling apart, but that’s just part of the charm. So is June’s complete inability to drive a rear-wheel drive sports car. Do not let her drive you somewhere.

Rose Lalonde - Mercedes 500e

In contrast to the Egberts, Rose actually has taste. Excellent taste. And nothing says taste like a Mercedes designed by the Maestro himself, Bruno Sacco. Just look at it. The subtle tear drop shape, the timeless styling, the brutal 5 litre V8. Wait, what? That’s right, this beautiful piece of German muscle is the Mercedes 500e. Rose can’t drive stick, which is perfect because this DOESN’T HAVE ONE. Unfortunately, she is like the Egberts in that she also shouldn’t be driving a rear drive car and, unlike June, this one actually has enough grunt to get the her sideways if it loses the rear. Good thing it has state of the art (for 1990) stability control.

Dave Strider - EG Civic

Nothing says “I created SBaHJ” like a clapped out EG Civic. Enough said, really. The FF drive train says “I know how to have fun on the cheap" while the bullet proof reliability says “I was raised in an unstable environment where I was responsible for meeting all of my own needs.” Also it looks cool. There are more ironic choices out there (PT Cruiser, looking at you), but even a shoddy craftsman needs dependable tools.

Jade Harley - 2002 Subaru Outback

Look, we all know that Subarus of this era are lesbian cars. But that’s purely incidental to this choice. Jade picked the Outback for its spacious cargo area and all-wheel drive capability. It’s the perfect car for the girl who wants to go anywhere and still have space to get laid. Sure it smells like dog, but it was like that when Jade bought the thing. Plus, she’s easily the most responsible driver out of the gang, so you’re gonna want her behind the wheel on any and all road trips.

Karkat Vantas - Shotgun in Dave’s clapped out EG Civic

Frankly, I don’t even know if Karkat’s legs are long enough to reach the pedals. Even if they are, he’s definitely never passing a driving test if he keeps swearing at the car, the other drivers on the road, the test administrator, and himself. He’ll never admit it, but he also just likes being a passenger. It’s nice not having the responsibility of keeping everyone in the car and around the car alive.

Terezi Pyrope - VW Polo Harlequin

Hey Claire, what the actual fuck am I looking it here? That, ladies and gentlemen, is a VW Polo. It’s like a Golf but smaller. Oh, you meant the colour scheme? What can I say, Germans are fucking weird. Just like Terezi Pyrope.

Kanaya Maryam - NA Mazda Miata

Look at it. Tell me that Kanaya would drive literally anything but this. You can’t. Everything about the original Miata perfectly compliments her. It’s elegant, light on its feet, and achingly beautiful. Like, picture it: Kanaya with her hair tied back with a kerchief, driving beside the ocean at sunset. It’s sophisticated in ways that the imposing 500e never could be. Rose would die to see her wife behind the wheel of one these things. Honestly, I might too.

Vriska Serket - Porsche 911 930 Turbo (Stolen)

To understand why Vriska drives a 930 Turbo, you first need to understand what a 930 is. The 911 is, in many ways, an anachronism. It traces its origin to the Porsche 356, itself a sports car built out of VW Beetle parts. As such, the 911 has its engine mounted behind the rear axle, which is also its only driven axle. This leads to unique handling dynamics. In corners, the weight of the engine initially pushes the 911 to understeer until it begins to pivot whereupon it will rapidly begin to oversteer. At this point, an inexperienced driver will lift off of the throttle. This is a mistake. The 911 has liftoff oversteer, meaning that it needs power to keep itself steady. Without power (i.e. lifting off the throttle) will cause it to spin. Now this is what 911s were like before Porsche strapped a big ol’ turbocharger to the engine. A turbocharger pushes more air into an engine which allows it to create more power. However, it cannot do this until the engine reaches a certain RPM. In older turbo engines, this power came on very suddenly. This characteristic of turbochargers combined with the already skittish nature of the 911 earned the 930 an infamous moniker: the Widow Maker. Liftoff oversteer + a sudden wallop of power a few seconds after you press the accelerator = a lot of dead yuppies. There’s no way in hell that Vriska fucking Serket isn’t going to be behind the wheel of the most dangerous car she can steal. It goes without saying, she drives exactly how you’d imagine Vriska fucking Serket would drive. Is she a good driver? Well, she’s not widowed Terezi yet, so…

Jane Crocker - Aston Martin V12 Vantage

For those who don’t know, the automotive prestige hierarchy looks like this: America (shitty quality, poorly engineered) < Korea (getting appreciably better lately!) < France + Nissan (respectable but weird) < Japan (legendary reliability at a budget price) < Italian (beautiful, vascular, so unreliable that it wraps around to being charming) < Germany (cutting edge engineering and reliable so long as you are meticulous with maintenance) < Britain (aristocratic class, respectable power, truly terrible build quality and worse reliability). Yeah, I know, it’s weird. But among those legendary British luxury brands is Aston Martin, notable for being the signature automotive marque for Agent 007. But that’s not why Jane drives a V12 Vantage. No, this car was her Dad’s dream car and he pulled some strings to get one for her for her sweet 16. She doesn’t really get why it makes him so happy, but it does. And it’s not like she’s complaining about how easy it is to overtake people on the highway with twelve cylinders of pure British gumption at your disposal.

Jake English - Jeep Wrangler YJ

Yeah. It’s the Jeep from Jurassic Park. And also Clueless. Come on, this is Jake English we’re talking about. Vriska? Vriska’s ride needs a whole history and vehicle dynamics lecture to appreciate. Not Jake. Not our man English. He drives a car from a movie. A car from TWO movies. *le sign*

Roxy Lalonde - Citroën DS

Look at it. This one is pure vibes. Roxy drives this weird, frog looking thing because she’s the kinda girlie who looks at a weird, frog looking car and thinks to herself, “ong look at this little guy this funky lil fella i gotta own em!” Fun Fact: people used to rally these things. Like. Off road. And they were pretty good too. Food for thought, I guess.

Dirk Strider - 1986 Toyota Pickup (yes it’s called that in the NA market)

On one hand, it’s ironic for philosopher rap prince to drive a pickup. On the other, the bed is really useful for hauling around robot parts, carrying dj equipment, and helping your friends move. Plus, the towing capacity means that when Jake’s stupid Jeep breaks down (again), he’s not stuck on the side of the road forever. He feels like a Japanese pickup is on brand for himself. Which is sort of ironic since a real ironic rap ninja eschews brand integrity. Idk, my brain doesn’t operate on irony levels high enough to comprehend this bullshit.

Callie - Shotgun in Roxy's DS

Unlike Karkat, Callie probably can drive. It's just that she likes it when Roxy drives her places. It basically takes two to figure out how to make this damn thing work anyway. The French were really on something when they designed this thing. Callie doesn't know what the French are, but if the DS is any indication, she's pretty sure they were a nation of madmen and possibly perverts.

#claire thoughts #hs #homestuck #you people better appreciate how much work this was #claire talks about cars

[sheasshovel]

gotta ask, tbh can't believe someone hasn't done this, BUT-

lifers as genshin characters, who's who

omg WAITTTT this is so hard cuz so few genshin characters have actual writing and like each life series has wildly different vibes for each character BUT ILL DO MY BEST (fanon save me) ((and im doing majority sl since I remember it the most)) ((((ill do it based on vibes i think))))

Etho -> weirdly… im thinking Cyno. “Did you jump?” And him trying to mimic the aha jokes and being “pathetic and quirky” in sl matches cynos nerdy energy OH WAIR I SHOULDVE SAID KAZUHA CUZ OF CANADA UM

Cleo-> beidou.. “I WILL FRONT STAB MY FRIENDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH.” Pirate slay lady and has a big cool ship in s6 hc

Grian -> erm like. traveller💀 IM SORRY HES AETHER TO ME AND GRIAN ISNT EVEN THE MAIN CHARACTER but yeah he FR just goes with everything happening around him

Lizzie -> pink haired lady with underwater empire u say…….. kokomi (I haven’t watched empires) but like kokomi if she was written well and emphasizing the war general girl failure parts of her

Scar -> itto cuz I love him next question. also ITTO is an immortal and scar never died in sl imagine the angst potential “the last one standing”

Martyn -> he’s so self aware so this is super hard but like. Maybe uh um HEIZOU cuz he’s always like thinking ahead but sometimes silly but he’s also like smart and a detective too! or maybe HEIZOU is Grian u choose

Jimmy -> BENNETS luck and Mika’s everything else I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY

Skizz -> whos a funny father figure in genshin. Ill get back to u on tha oh my god he’s dionas npc father HELP IDK I CANT ANIME GAME HIM HES TOO STRONG

Tango -> THOMA IS HE THOMA? blond nice team player kind of dense AND THOMAS PET DOG IS LIKE TORCHY TO ME or is he childe cuz of the rage. I dont know!

BigB -> AYATO he’s secretive but also :3 and ayato would probably gaslight people for fun. and ayato is related to ayaka the most :3 girl ever. they are insane and wildly charismatic and also silly. Like imagine of ayato presented himself as more wholesome on the outside. Or if bigb became royalty do u see the vision

Scott -> Self sacrificial… trustworthy…. “I still might kill myself but now its less likely”…. team player… blue hair? idk I think it has to be like IDK IM DRAWING A BLANK IM GETTING KAEYA FROM HIM IF KAEYA WAS MORE LOYAL? IDK

Impulse -> Erm uh uh uh uh let’s say uh let’s say uh uh uh uh uh bro who’s a smart dad in the genshin lineup someone help me NUEVILETTE??? WTF IS HE NUEVI WHAT NO NUEVI ISNT SILLY idk what to do here

Gem -> Navia SHES A BUBBLY GIRLBOSS with so many emotions and omg when gem killed Scott and was like shocked. I thought of how navia would react to silver and Meluse dissolving in front of her eyes and having to ignore it. In both of their cases, having to ignore it to focus on the task (haha) at hand. Also both should join the mafia anyways

Pearl -> ERM Hu Tao. insane. SUPER STRONG and heavily misunderstood “sorry i think I gotta little bit crazy” from dl is so perfect but honestly I CANT see hu tao as the self sacrificial type, or forgiving type like in sl so idk

Bdubs -> tiny. Easy to enrage. segond in command….let’s make him UGH HOW DO I MAKE BDUBS A ONE NOTE GENSHIN CHARACTER WITHOUT TAKING ANOTHER MONTH okay errmmmmmmm let’s put him as xiao but if xiao was less traumatized and sillier

Joel tiny heinz-> Childe… blood lust and trauma but he also kind of gives ALHAITHAM cuz of his sarcasm

Mumbolio -> thoma he’s so sweettttt but also kind of cray cray like is thoma not insane for protecting the TRAVELLER in front of RAIDEN hello?¿ 0 self preservation skills

RENDIGGITY DAWG -> theatre kid furry. he’s Lyney next question

if I missed any lifers pls lmk I am stupid and this is driving me crazy

#secret life #life series #i just need this done #it’s been in the drafts for a long one boys #FEEL FREE TO TELL ME THAT IM WRONG I NEED TO MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE #this is my grians’ mending book #I’ve lost sleep over this one #genshin impact #hermitcraft #help

[cerealyoam]

Mystic Messenger x Middle Eastern Reader

Basically POV youre Middle Eastern and the little things that add to the relationship

Characters; Jumin Han, V, 707

A/N: you might be thinking, dami, why are you writing for a dead fandom about something nobody asked for? And i assure you. Impulse overtakes me on a daily basis. Also I feel the need to add that I am Middle Eastern

(Gender neutral reader as per the usual!)

V

When he first saw you, he thought you were beautiful

Because of his nature, he really wanted to photograph you in warm sunlight. He felt the best way to remember you was by taking as many photos as he could

When you told him where you were from, he thought it was pretty cool, and always likes to ask about your cultures and traditions.

I like to think he wants to try your country’s cuisine, and he’ll definitely like it. Probably buys a cookbook so he can learn your favourite desserts and foods, and he thinks its a great way to learn more about you.

Since he travels abroad often, if you’re comfortable, he’d love to visit your hometown, and possibly your parents as well.

Oh my god he would be so so good to your parents

He’s respectful, greets them at the door, brings his own food to give to them

You know because he’s loaded he can basically buy expensive ass gifts for your family if they’re more traditional

So so sweet. Helps you do housework at your parents’ home, all of that.

He honestly wants to learn how to speak modern Arabic, or your Arabic slang as well.

It’s just he doesn’t know where to start.

Like? How do all the different pronouns work? Why are there so many words for so many different specific things?

Pls help him

Oh yeah he definitely messes up by saying some slang word that means something entirely inappropriate given the context. Watch him call a cat a bra bc he doesn’t know the difference

Calls you habibi/habibti (my love) or hayati (my life) because its the only words he kind of knows the meaning of

Overall really sweet like he always is. Practically the best boyfriend ever. Unmatched

Jumin Han

Oh you have nothing to worry about at all

The worlds most civilised polite businessman with manners that are just perfect for meeting your parents with

He’s already travelled half the Arabian peninsula I’m 90% sure he knows the language too

Super sophisticated, super sweet

If you like any particular food he hires a full fledged 3 Michelin star ass restaurant chef for any dish you’d like

Oh you want some kubba or smn? Say no more in the next few hours you’re eating the best kubba in your life ok

Idc if you don’t like kubba the 3 Michelin star ass chef is gonna make you like it I swear

Has probably already been to where you live at least twice but he’ll go again just for you

He finds you absolutely gorgeous like have you seen yourself you’re gorgeous

Likes to trace your face and cheeks with his knuckles and tells you you’re absolutely beautiful

Can probably get any outfit tailored perfectly to you the moment you mention your specific traditional clothing

Again your parents cant refuse. He’s literally a corporate executive of the highest ranking business where he is. He has so much money he’ll only ever get richer. Dowry money? Oh yeah that costs just about an eighth of his weekly salary let’s double the dowry

You feel v v v loved. Unmatched husband material

707

He knows Arabic

Was a bit shocked when you had zero issue getting into his house bc u know the language enough to say cat in Arabic

But he also sort of knew so he changed the entire algorithm of his lock system to be in Tagalog just to be safe

Vanderwood has held a grudge since then

You know how he is he’s totally got every random nuanced joke memorised and prepared up his sleeve so if you swear in your language slang ever he probably knows what it means and will definitely snicker even if you don’t realize it

Honestly nothing much changes he just knows already lmfao

#this was so fun to write i couldn't help myself #I’ve been craving this kind of fic for decades and so I did it myself #very self indulgent #when will I get a boyfriend who cares about learning my culture #mystic messenger #jumin han #v #jihyun kim #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger headcannons #jumin han x reader #jumin han x gn reader #v x gn reader #v x reader #jihyun Kim x reader #jihyun kim x gn reader #middle eastern reader #707 x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #gn Reader #mysme jumin han #mysme V #mystic messenger v

[tameila]

got an error so in case this didn't go thru the first time: i want to know about "remember when you'd sing just for the fuck of it" but also i cannot resist.... werewolf town 👀

GAH! i am SO glad that everyone asking after my TSAR 'verse WIPs, because I love them all and YES i will happily talk about them all ☀️

"remember when you'd sing just for the fuck of it" is part of my TSAR 'verse but it's Scanlan's POV project. y'know chapter 7, The Spring Festival? yeah, how there was an almost kiss between Pike and Scanlan? uh huh uh huh. yeah. what if...that scene but Scanlan's POV? 👀

it also includes introspection about Scanlan's burnout from his career and how, as the title would suggest (taken from Hozier's "To Noise Making (Sing)"), he misses when his music was a balm and an expression of his truest heart rather than a cage and an obligation.

here's the very rough sketch for the almost kiss scene:

The sight of her brings a welling of gentleness, like balm on a burn, like cool hands against feverish skin. and, fuck, he doesn’t want the attention of the world anymore. fame and fans and money and everything isn’t worth it. He’d rather never sing again than leave her side. Pike. His Pike. oh, the things he’d do to make that true.

When Pike touches him, Scanlan sees it. He steps towards her. She doesn’t step back, and Scanlan could cry, because it is true. He can see it now. She wants him, loves him. He places his hand on her face, on the sweet spot of sunshine painted there, and she leans into the touch. He wants to sing, wants to bottle up his voice and give it to her. Let her put it in a music box to play whenever she wishes. He doesn’t want anyone but her to have any piece of him anymore. Pike. His Pike. Could it be true?

He moves in to kiss her, wrapping his arm around her waist, but Pike pulls away. Scanlan’s too dazed from his realization to care. He’s never going back to L.A. For the rest of his days, he’ll sit at Pike Trickfoot’s feet and sing to her, rest his head upon her knees, and kiss the sweet laughter from her lips.

They have all the time in the world.

Now the werewolf town is still very bare bones as an original idea, but it started as an AU idea. An AU idea that I absolutely adore. Like, I adore it so much that I've rolled it around in my mind for just about every fandom that I've been in for the past decade, shifting details here and there to fit for each new cast of characters but always keeping the bare bones the same. I think it started off as a Baggenshield AU, maybe??? but, since then, I've mapped it onto a dozen other dynamics at least.

the bare bones? Character A moves out to podunk mountain town, usually as a hard reset from past troubles. One night, there's a crash in the garage. When they go to investigate, they are shocked to find a goddamn wolf hunkered down in a corner, bleeding and snarling at them. They try to call animal control but, when they come to investigate, the wolf is gone.

but, whataya know, they go into the garage the next day and who's in the corner? the wolf.

eventually, the wolf's slippery behavior leaves Character A with little choice but to accept this strange new housemate. as they manage to feed it and get closer to it, (depending on the character in place of character A) they either convince themselves that it must be some kind of wolf dog or just accept that, yep, there's a wolf in their house now as they patch up its wounds and let it sleep on the couch.

meanwhile, Character A is integrating into this small town community. not realizing that most of the people are secretly werewolves.

Act I ends with the wolf finally leaving to reunite with their pack, and Character A thinking that's the end of that....

until Act II starts up and -- wow, there's a new face in town, and they're awfully friendly...and also didn't they see their face on a missing person poster, like, a month ago?? ?

and this following bit is a constant in every iteration of this that I've entertained:

LI wants to thank MC for taking care of them. Starts dropping off dead animals on MC’s porch, much to their horror. When MC is upset about the small animals, like a rabbit and squirrel, LI misinterprets that as meaning that the MC is unimpressed by their hunting prowess. They drop off a dead stag next.

The MC vents to their shared friend, and the vet jokes like “haha maybe that wolfdog liked you and is trying to say thanks” “ugh well can’t they say thanks in a normal way?”

Next morning, there’s one of those huge carnival bears with a bouquet of flowers

and then, from there, every iteration has trailed off into their own fandom specific adventures and needs, but these are truly the bare bones of the idea that I'm now trying to nail down to an original idea and cast. because I figured -- It's been through so many fandoms in my mind; I'm never gonna be able to nail it down to one. but, I love the idea so much that I might as well claim it truly as my own!

#WIP meme #The Sun Always Rises #and a little original idea too!

[cheese-rat29]

i always love to compare how america is portrayed in its own country's entertainment and how it's portrayed in other countries' entertainment. america usually portrays itself as Strong, Heroic and Moral (but given an iota of thought it's just a blatant display of militaristic nationalism and imperialism that is really an elaborate advertisement that is catered to your asshole uncle john who thinks immigrants are stealing jobs). in other countries, i've seen the us portrayed as bumbling idiots, "loud, large and stupid", gun-crazy, violent and frat boy-like, etc. (these do stem from actual systemic issues that are a major problem in america i.e. under-funded public education, an over-inflated military, an insane gun problem).

but what a lot of these portrayals kinds of miss? the paranoia. the fear. most of our news is not designed to inform. knowledge doesn't make you rich quick, but shock value does. yeah you learn a little about what's going on in the world but mostly it's a generically attractive news anchor telling you you should be afraid for one reason or another. and that's just the surface. because this isn't the primary fear oh no, this is the fear sold to us so we can bear the far larger and whole intangible atmosphere of fear being a citizen here. i am 22 years old and i have spent my life watching the world get more expensive, more exclusive, and more hopeless. i remember when 40k was still an honest living. i make around that now, im one small crisis from ruin. and i'm not the only one, this is the Norm. the united states is a union of fear.

#text #text post #the rat speaks #this got away from me too #all this because i'm watching season 6 of doctor who

[animatorweirdo]

Beneath the blinding lights

You are trying to tolerate the sun's heat. You also have a discussion about your curse with Maglor.

Warnings: death of orcs, some Noldor being brutal, mentions of assaults, reader getting a heatstroke, looking pale and a bit sick, mentions of cases involving people dying.

Chapter 6

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You watched as the elves rode after the orcs, yelling commands in elvish and shooting arrows in the warg rider’s heads and allowing those on foot to drag the bodies into piles and burn them. Shivers nearly ran through your spine. Maglor and his kin were ruthless when it came to killing orcs. The rabid ghoul-looking creatures had no chance against them— they were running away like rats getting chased by cats. 

The sight kind of reminded you of your time in Maglor’s former fortress. How violent the orcs were and how they nearly beat you to death and did it again and nearly assaulted Melui. You had no sympathy for them, so seeing them die did not bother you. Not to mention, the taste of their flesh and blood was disgusting. 

You don’t usually like the taste of blood and flesh in your mouth when you return to normal, but the taste of orc was so bad you could taste it through the beast’s control and sense its disgust. It was a groundbreaking surprise because wendigos are not supposed to be picky eaters. They ate anything, and now there was something they did not like. Oh, how the news would have caused a shock in your world. 

“Hey, (Name)! Could you help me pick some items from the wagons?” Faye suddenly called out for you. “Uhh… yeah, sure!” you follow her through the campsite. 

You walk together while listening to the ongoing purging of orcs, “It’s getting pretty wild, eh?” you motioned toward the hunt. “Yes. It seems after every dead orc. There’s always a new batch somewhere,” Faye replied as she watched with you. “It’s troublesome. In Valinor, we never had to worry about such a thing,” she mentions. “What was it like in Valinor?” you asked curiously. 

“It was… peaceful. The streets were filled with music and laughing children, followed by their parents scolding and street vendors trying to compete for the highest profit,” Faye described with a fond look. “I remember my mother bringing me to an herbal shop, and my nose was filled with many exotic scents of herbs and plants. I believe that’s where I got my passion for herbs and healing,” she smiles as you listen. “And I remember taking a handful of citrus leaves and putting them in my mouth since I was a little elfling at the time, “ she says, making you giggle at the thought since it was the most childlike thing to do. 

“Did they taste good?” you asked. “Oh, I believe my mouth was crying for a whole week for how sour and bitter those leaves were,” Faye chuckled as you laughed. 

She sighs. “Those were peaceful times. There were no trifles, no orcs, and the two trees stood proudly, banishing the darkness with their light,” her expression soured. “Then Morgoth was freed, and he destroyed them, our only source of light,” she started. “He stole Feanor’s greatest creations, the silmarils, that could have restored the trees and killed our high king, Finwe, Prince Maglor’s grandfather,” she mentions. You looked at her empathically. 

“It all happened so fast. I wasn’t even certain what was happening,” Faye said. “I was attending a feast with my family, then the lights went out, the darkness came, our king was dead, and then we were rebelling against the valar,” she said. “It was such chaos,”

“I’ll bet. I can’t imagine what it would be like if the sun suddenly went out,” you stated. 

“How did you end up leaving too?” you asked. 

“Me and my family desired to go along. We were part of Fingolfin’s host and crossed the ever-cold Helcaraxe. It was a devastating journey, and unfortunately, I was the only one in my family to make it through,” Faye explained with a silent sorrowful tone. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said. 

“Don’t be… the choice was ours. I accepted my family’s death a long time ago and if the valars will grant them mercy. I might see them again at someday in Valinor,” she said. 

“Well, I hope you do. You never know what fate might bring, and you might see them sooner than you thought,” you tried to assure her. 

“That is very sweet of you (Name), but I’m afraid it's a lot more complicated than that,” she said as you reached the wagons. “Grab some of those towels while I take the medicine. Some of the warriors got injured and need a cleanup.” Faye instructed. “Got it, boss,” you replied and grabbed many of the towels you could carry. 

You two then started returning to the healer’s tents, carrying the needed stuff. 

The air suddenly became hotter, and everything became blindingly bright. Your head began to spin, so you stopped and escaped beneath a shade provided by a nearby tent. 

Faye did not notice your sudden stop, so she continued walking while you tried to tolerate the effects of a near heatstroke. 

Your head stung painfully.  You were breathing heavily. You dropped the towels and took a long drink from one of the water flasks attached to your hip. 

The cool liquid flowed down your throat, easing the headache, and the dizziness stopped. You drank half of the flask, then took a breather, trying to adjust to the heat that still found you beneath the shade. 

You smacked your moistened lips and mentally whined at your state. 

Winter was terrible enough, but thanks to the beast. You can’t enjoy spring or summer either. It was like if you were having a good time, you were going to have bad time.  You whined and cursed it out. 

“Fuck you beast and everything you stand for,”

“What did it do this time?” Maglor’s voice suddenly asked. 

“Ah!” you shrieked as he stood next to you. Your sudden shriek even frightened him as he stared back at you with widened eyes. You stared at each other for a moment before you released a sigh. 

“Goddammit! Maglor! Careful, I could have hit you with one of these,” you motioned the towels in your hand. “With towels?” he questioned with a curious brow. “Yeah. They can hurt pretty bad if you use them right,” you said with a teasing grin. A chuckle escaped him. “I see… I’ll make sure to watch out next time so I won’t accidentally end up getting killed by towels,” he remarked with an amused smile. 

“Anyway. Do you need something?” you questioned. “Nothing that requires healing. I just wanted to check on you because you— look rather pale and sick. Are you feeling unwell?” Maglor asked with concern in his eyes. “Oh? Uuuhh…Everything is fine. I’m just dealing with a heat stroke here and then,” you answered. 

“A heat stroke? Is it really that hot for you?” Maglor asked, surprised.

“Yeah— the curse makes me more vulnerable to the sun’s heat, so I can get a heat stroke easily. Even if it's not really that hot. It’s a real nuisance, but I have dealt with them before, so… I’ll manage,” you explained. “Well… if you’re that vulnerable to heat then maybe you should return to Himring, where it’s much cooler. I can arrange someone to escort you back,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. You mildly panic. “No need! If I just keep myself hydrated enough. I will be fine. Trust me. It is not that serious,” you motioned your water flasks while trying to sound as assuring as possible. 

“Ah…” Maglor nodded his head. “Is that why you’re carrying so many flasks?” he pointed at the rest of the flasks attached to your hip. “I… have to drink a lot to stay hydrated,” you said, feeling somewhat embarrassed. 

“Do you need help carrying some of those back? You still look like you’re about to pass out,” Maglor pointed at the towels. 

“Well… I do still feel kinda dizzy, so If that’s not too much trouble,” you said, nearly hesitating. Maglor softly smiled at you. “Of course not. Now, come on. Let me help you,” he picked half of the towels in his arms and began walking you back. 

“So… how does this curse affect you now that you haven’t had your proper medicine for a while?” Maglor asked while you walked. “Well… since I have a temporary one which I need to take every day. There isn’t much to worry about even though it’s not nearly as effective as my last one,” you started. 

“So is the wen–”

“Ah! Don’t say it!” you stopped him before he said it. “It’s bad karma if you say it’s name! I’m free to do it since I am one, but if you say it– bad things will happen,” you quickly explained. 

“You see… in my world: If you say the name of the beast. You will gain its attention,” you started. “That might sound superstitious, but it does happen. A wendigo is a beast that does not give up on its prey. Even when you might be safe and far away, it will find a way to get to you,” you added. 

“I heard some stories and read cases about people who had unfortunately gained the beast’s attention. They managed to escape into cities where it would not follow them, but they suffered nightmares so bad that they went insane, and in some cases, the beast had compelled them to return to the forest, where it would wait for them and then devour them,” you explained. 

“Only a ritual could draw off its attention from you, and I do not remember how the ritual goes, so don’t risk it and call the beast simply a beast or some other name,” you shook your head. 

“I didn’t know that… thank you for the warning,” Maglor said. “Oh, not even the most powerful vampires of my world dare to fuck around with them,” you uttered, then released a sigh when the headache returned. 

“Are you alright?” Maglor asked worriedly. 

“Yeah… it’s just the headache. Looks like I need to take another drink,” you said as you took a drink from your flask. 

“Are you certain you will be alright?” Maglor continued asking. 

“I will be fine. Camilla is very sharp about my health,” you tried to sound reassuring as possible. 

“I guess I can trust in her abilities to keep you in the best state possible,” Maglor said, making you smile. “However, I am curious. Have I done something to offend her?” he asked. “I… don’t think so. Why?” you asked curiously. 

“She seems rather cold toward me, more than usual, like I’ve done something to cause severe mistrust,” he explained. 

“Oh… that. I think it's only the stress of finding me the new medicine and managing work life,” you replied. “And she’s always been skeptical about people, especially those who know of my curse. She’s probably still unsure if you can be trusted keeping my secret and not turn on me and use it for blackmail or something,” you said, not missing a beat. 

Maglor looked surprised. “I… will give you my word that I will not do such a thing,” he said with his hand against his chest. “Your killing spree in my former fortress lessened the threat of being overrun by Morgoth’s armies, which allowed us to survive through the Sudden Flames, so I technically owe it to you,”

“I’ll trust you,” you smiled. “It’s just Camilla who needs more convincing. It’s not her fault, though. Our lives in our world were not exactly easy either,” you said as you arrived at the healer’s tents. 

“I think I can handle myself from here. Don’t want to keep you away from your lordly duties,” you grabbed the towels from his hands with a teasing grin. He chuckled at your last remark. “Honestly… I do prefer this than constantly worrying about killing orcs and everything,” he said then looked serious.

“If something happens or you feel much more sick. Come to me. I will sort things out for you,” 

You hesitated about what to say. “Okay… thanks,” you said with a smile. Maglor smiled back and then walked away. 

You stared for a moment, feeling rather lonely. You thought about what he said. He was so incredibly sweet to you. Your heart could nearly burst through your chest. Shaking your head, you turned away and went back to work before Camilla could snap at you for being late.

#tolkien #silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silm fic #middle earth #maglor #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #maglor x reader #maglor x human reader #cursed reader #modern reader #the spring heart's bloom

[variousqueerthings]

and now I’ve finished my rewatch of s1

(EDIT: yankee doodle doctor! I forgot to fuckn include it - done now)

which, I’ve gotta say -- considering I only watched it for the first time... in late August of this year? -- I think I’d already internalised this idea of the show “still finding its feet” in that season/generally not being as good

however while this is true in the sense that there are some concepts that are rougher now/better explored in later stories + character things that definitely don’t exist later on (Hawkeye mentions “mom and sis,” and Radar smokes and drinks I think are the two I noticed the most... there’s also Henry’s wife giving birth in showtime, which I don’t think is ever brought up again, but I can include it in my show canon)

(makes him cheating on her feel worse though)

(also saved this:)

(haha... ha.... oh no)

anyway, a lot of character stuff and concepts persist! 

the “dear” episodes of course, the depiction of the army as both inherently ridiculous and dangerous (the ringbanger, the army-navy game, tuttle) feels pretty consistent, even some early experimentation in episodes like yankee doodle doctor and showtime (which, I take back my previous post, showtime also feels like a season-ending episode, so that makes it s1,3,5,7 for me so far). And Klinger made appearances much sooner and more consistently than I remembered. Even that early on it feels like the writers could tell that character was something special

then there’s Hawkeye becoming Chief Surgeon in episode 4 already, early seeding for Margaret to become more friendly with especially Hawkeye (although they’re right in showtime -- she and Trapper always seemed to have a tension... she shoulda given some % of the perfect guy to him, she and Hawkeye bonding over wanting to lowkey bone Trapper), and Mulcahy’s series-long arc of not feeling like he’s necessary in comparison to the others in the camp

an early couple of entries into the “Hawkeye’s brain works a certain kind of way” with “yankee doodle doctor,” “bananas, crackers, and nuts,” “tuttle,” “sticky wicket,” “major fred c dobbs,” and the whole nude-camp-walk in “dear dad again” especially

a lot of same-sex flirting, including some of my favourite scenes, such as: Hawkeye and Trapper dancing, Hawkeye kissing Frank -- on the forehead and on the mouth, Hawkeye warning Frank that he’s going to call an usher if he doesn’t stop walking his fingers up his thigh, Hawkeye and Klinger discussing gaudy outfits, Hawkeye telling Trapper he won’t go home with him just because he gets him drunk, Hawkeye and Trapper flirting in Margaret’s bed, and Hawkeye telling the general he wants his baby, and also general vibes, such as Tommy saying young Hawkeye was “a bit of a sissy,” Hawkeye giving Trapper his long-johns because of one pathetic cough, and the way Hawkeye grabs the back of Trapper’s neck in relief and support in showtime

(not shown on this screenshot is how he shakes him a bit, like he’s holding onto the scruff of a puppy)

and then of course the first suggestion of the show’s overall trajectory with “sometimes you hear the bullet,” but would argue particularly “yankee doodle doctor,” “ceasefire,” “sticky wicket,” and “showtime” are also strong indications of that

Shower scenes: 3 (the ringbanger, sticky wicket, showtime)

Most shocking thing that never comes up again: Klinger threatening to use a hand-grenade in camp and Mulcahy talking him down

Favourite 3 episodes: sometimes you hear the bullet (yeah yeah it’s obvious but it’s That Episode!), tuttle (this was the first episode for me that really cemented how into the show I was going to be), aaand then a tie between sticky wicket and ceasefire 

Singing: I forgot to document that this season! Silly me...

Kind of insane about this:

Followed by Hawkeye refusing her advances and her pressing on regardless (with the line “I’m not interested in your mind,” interested in the role reversal happening here), and then Trapper comes in and interrupts them

#im rewatching MASH #hawkeye pierce #trapper mcintyre #henry blake #max klinger #MASH season 1 #MASH #I'll probably remember something I forgot at some point

[kittydeany77]

My Heart I Surrender

Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 6

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“Y/N!” Dean called for you from the front door, you were still upstairs getting ready for the day. “Rosita is here for you. Come on in Rosita. She will be down in a minute.”

“Thanks.” Rosita entered the house and looked around as she entered, still fascinated with the size of the houses. Even you were sometimes still shocked at how big the houses are.

“Coming!” Your feet carried you quickly down the stairs and you came to a halt in the entryway when you saw Rosita and Dean waiting. “Hi Rosita, how can i help?”

“I was hoping you could show me around today. A proper tour, not just me walking aimlessly around. For the past few days it feels all we have done is just cautiously stay out of the way or hide in the homes.”

“Yeah of course, i would love to. Dean would you like to join us?”

“I was hoping to find Rick actually, and talk to him. Are you okay being apart? Its not too sudden after what happened?” His brows furrowed in concern as he looked at you.

“I think today would be a good test of my stability. You and i have been working through everything and lets see how i do for just a couple hours. We promise to find help if anything arises.” Dean nodded understandingly and you smiled at him before kissing him on the cheek. “See you soon.”

“Dont worry, i can help watch over her.” Rosita waved Dean off as you both headed outside. She was sweet enough but some part of you felt a twinge of jealousy with all these new women around. Especially because they were all so beautiful and you were tainted. You hoped Dean would never be that shallow, but you would understand if he did ever leave you.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you brought yourself back into the present by focusing on the task.

“Alright lets start with the homes and i can point out who lives where and then i can show you everything else. The pantry and the school would be some good places to see. Also the armory and then lets see the lake at the end.”

“Sounds great. Oh hey, no one else was around when i came over, but we should see if anyone wants to join.” Rosita flashed you an award winning smile and that twinge of jealousy hit again.

“Okay.” You tried not to sound upset because there was no reason to feel that way. Maybe changing the subject will help. “So Rosita, are you with anyone?”

“Yeah, I have been with Abraham for a while. We met on the road. Hes better than most of the guys i used to see. Just a bunch of assholes, but i always learned some kind of skill from them.” Once she confirmed a little relationship background, you felt better about her and could see in her eyes it was the truth. Maybe shes not too bad to be around.

“I met Dean on the road too, he saved me.” You smiled at the memory of it.

———

Flashback

You ran and ran. The darkness took over and your flashlight was dead. Not even the moon was out to lighten the sky. The dead were all around you but you remembered a building nearby.

Stumbling through the dark, you breathed heavily and started to feel rainfall on your face. It started slow and quickly picked up to a downpour. At least your scent would be washed away. Your arms reached out to feel for any structure nearby. It felt like you were spinning in circles and would never find the building, let alone a door.

A walker rushed you from the side but you missed its greedy bite and sent it to the ground. You didnt bother trying to kill it if you couldn’t see where it landed. Every so often you’d hear their growls so close to you, it felt like the last sound you would hear. Ouch! Finally, a wall. It had to be the place but now finding a door inside was just as challenging.

Travelling along the walls wasn’t safe for you if the walkers knew where you were, it would be easy to trap you in this position. Your hands blindly felt for any sign of a door, a hinge or knob. Feet stumbled along the ground and tripped over hazard items scattered about. How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Would you even live to see daylight?

Soon your hand ever so lightly brushed against a metal piece that your heart practically jumped in your throat. You had to backtrack a couple steps and feel again for it exactly but you knew it to be a hinge once you found it. Yes! Now to find the knob and hope no walkers had snuck inside since you last were here and cleared it out.

The knob turned in your hand but the door felt stuck and wouldn’t open for you. Crap! You’d have to beat on it until it opened. The walkers would surround you from the noise. Determined to try and get inside safely, you rammed on the door with your shoulder. It took all the strength you had left and the ground was slippery from the rainfall that started.

BAM!

BAM!

The door slowly started moving but you heard the growls nearing.

BAM!

BAM!

Crap! Just a little more!

BAM!

The door finally swung open and you fell inside. Quickly scrambling back to your feet, the dead were face to face with you and you fought to close the door. Anything to keep them away from you.

After pushing for what felt HOURS, the door finally clicked shut and you saw a deadbolt on it. You clicked it locked and shoved some furniture in front of the door. It seemed quiet inside the building for now but it was too dark to see anything. You could hear the rain outside and it was coming down hard still.

This gave you a moment to fish inside your backpack for a flashlight. Thankfully it still had some charge to the batteries. You shone the light around once you threw your backpack on again.

The building was like a warehouse. There were shelves everywhere, scattered with boxes or items. Even with you not seeing any danger, you looked for a smaller room like an office or even a closet to hide in. You’d feel safer in a smaller space.

You came across what looked to be an office, maybe a staff room. It had some food that would still be edible(somewhat) and you shoved what you could find into your bag.

“If this is a warehouse…. There should be a first aid kit somewhere…” you said quietly to yourself outloud.

Soon you noticed how cold you felt from being out in the rain and your eyes felt heavy from a hard day. Time to find somewhere to settle down for some rest. A maintenance room! It had some cleaning supplies on the shelves but also a place to hang up your wet clothes. The door thankfully locked with a deadbolt and the knob. You found what you could to make somewhat of a bed to sleep on and turned off your flashlight to finally close your eyes.

…The next day…

POUND POUND POUND

The sound woke you up from a deep sleep and your eyes barely focused on anything. Was that a knock? Definitely wasnt the normal banging from a dead thing.

You slowly gathered all your stuff up and put your clothes back on, even though they were still damp.

POUND POUND POUND

Do you say something? Do you open the door? You couldnt risk it being a horrible person, you couldnt trust people most of the time. Thats why you travelled alone.

Your curiosity got the best of you because you wanted to know why there was pounding on this door. You prepped for the worst by ensuring your gun was loaded, safety off, and ready to shoot. Pack slung on your back and you unlocked the deadbolt, but no one could use the knob yet because it was still locked. Then you quietly and quickly unlocked the knob and crouched back and aimed your gun up.

Feet shuffled about outside the door and then the knob rattled a little. Your breathing quickened and some deep breathes tried to calm it down but it was so loud in your ears.

The door burst open and a man held a gun towards you and you held yours up.

“Shit.” The man noticed you and the gun, then slowly lowered his weapon. “Hey, i wont shoot. Promise, im just going to slowly put it away okay?” He started to slowly put his gun in the back of his waistband and you slowly lowered yours. You never took your eyes off him though.

“Are you okay? My name is Dean.” His eyes never strayed from you and his voice spoke slowly and calmly. It was your first encounter with a man who didn’t immediately attack you.

You simply nodded at him and stood up to show some strength.

“How long have you been in here?”

“I think only a day. Just needed some rest. Rain was bad and the dead were everywhere.” Your hands gripped the straps of your bag and the man, Dean, was casually leaning on the doorframe. Yet, it wasnt in a way where it blocked you from leaving. He actually was partially outside the room and it made you feel comfortable.

“My names Y/N, why are you in this building?”

—————

“Well he seems to really love you, Y/N. You’re lucky to have found each other.” Rosita seemed to force her smile a bit and it made you wonder if she was truly happy.

Dean and you never really spoke of that before… whether you loved each other. You knew though, that you did love him.

“How are you all settling into the houses?” The subject needed to be changed because the air felt awkward suddenly.

“Its okay. Still weird honestly because this doesnt feel right. Just being in a place like this and being away from each other. We slowly divided into the two houses though. I think Rick and Maggie were just trying to get us to try it.”

“Dont ever feel forced though. I know Diana is giving some of you jobs and it feels overwhelming though. I remember that feeling all too well.”

“Whats your job?”

“Oh its not much. I just go where I’m needed during the day. She wanted me to be a ‘community helper’ if you can believe that. Its nice sometimes though, some of the older folks have things to teach and I’m willing to learn.”

“Rosita!” A girl approached you both, she had a ponytail and a kind face. You think her name is Tara.

“Hey whats up?”

“Can i hang out with you and Y/N? Not much for me to do right now.”

“Sure! We are just doing a more in depth tour of the place and getting bearings better.”

The three of you spent the rest of the day doing just that. Meeting and greeting other people in Alexandria, and learning all the streets and buildings. Honestly you felt like these two women could potentially become friends for you. They were so sweet and down to earth.

“Do you want to meet up again tomorrow? We have a nice back patio set up and i can make food?” You were worries about asking them because they might still be too uncomfortable for that.

“Actually yeah, thatd be great.”

“Sounds good to me, i could use some relaxing.”

Tags: @aquarianix @mrsjenniferwinchester

#deanwinchtser #dean daily #deanedit #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester slowburn #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fic #dean winchester supernatural #dean winchester x reader #supernaturalislife #crossover #twd fanfiction

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Afab, bi-gender person coming out

as Asexual to their partners

featuring

Atsumu Miya,Satori Tendou, Yuu Nishinoya

and Kotaro Bokuto

*this is timeskip! But I just love gifs so let me live my life 😅

Atsumu Miya x Satori Tendou x Yuu Nishinoya x Kotaro Bokuto x Bi-Gender reader (demigirl, trans mascu, super ace/sex repulsed)✨️Polyship✨️

Warnings: fluff

AN: This is a request from Dragon Anon! This is a pretty specific request and I hope I did ok! I'm still learning about the LGBTQIA+ community 🖤

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

😗 YN you sure yourself a creative bunch there

I mean, like do we pray for you or like congratulate you or what here 😅

Your relationship is never boring I'll give you that

Kotaro and Atsumu are constantly busy with practice

We are going to do timeskip here 🥰

I just think it fits better and just to add to the chaos

Which you clearly don't already have enough of 🥲

Please we know his chocolates are DEVINE 😫

Satori is busy loving his best life in Paris

He manages to live in Paris part time and with you all in Japan

Yuu is busy traveling the world and he most definitely had a travel blog ✋🏻

And you, well our amazing YN keeps the whole team together

Essentially you have a mini volleyball team YN

Love that for you 😍

Your boys have always been aware that you identify as both a demi female and a trans masculine male

Surprisingly, they were all not shocked 😅

I mean it never really came up in as a topic of discussion

If feel like if these guys like someone, the way they identify doesn't really matter to them

All your boys were home and everything was going well

You decided you "officially" wanted to come out of them at one of your prearranged family dinners

Family dinners together are rare because of everyone's schedules

But you manage to keep a good relationship via FaceTime and group chats

Don't even get me started on the group chats 🤚🏻

How do you not mute it daily YN 🤣

"Satori pass the salt please"- Yuu asks

"Arms to short to reach there Yuu"- Atsumu smirks

"Remember you beat you at Nationals? Oh yeah I do"- Yuu 🙃

"Yn can I have more please?"- Kotaro

"You've already had like 3 servings Ko!"- Tendou

"Umm I have something to say"- you say quietly but loudly enough for the boys to hear

You just sit back and watch your sweet bbys argue ☺️

Then you decide its time to add more chaos

"Sure YN, what's up"- Satori says setting down his fork

You won't get that from Atsumu, Kotaro or Yuu 😅

Food is life YN 👏🏻

"So I just wanted you guys to know that I'm officially coming out as a demigirl and a trans masc man"- you, waiting for responses 😬

At first they all stare at you but then their faces change to one of inquisition 🤨

"Well, it means I identify as both a girl and a guy. Like I use she/her and he/him pronouns"- you say, trying your best to answer

"Ok YN, what exactly does that mean?"- Atsumu says

We love clarification 👏🏻

They all just stare at you 😳😳😳😳

Yes give us nothing 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

"Umm is everything ok??"- you say cautiously

"I mean, yeah. It doesn't change how we feel about you YN"- Atsumu says

"Yeah your still our girl"- Tendou says

"You can use any of them!"- you say enthusiastically

"Or boy?"- Yuu questions

"Partner??"- Atsumu adds

"Ok then that's settled! Now dessert"- Kotaro adds

Well 😬 its not ENTIRELY settled yet

You have one more thing to share with them

You'd been nervous to tell them about your asexual, sex repulsed status for a while now

I mean, it can be extremely nerve wreaking

"Well there is one more thing actually"- you say gulping

"Well I'm Asexual also and sex repulsed"- you say, bracing

"Ok YN hit us"- Yuu says

Satori, Yuu, Kotaro and Atsumu 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

"Ok so like it's kind of complicated but I don't really experience sexual attraction to people. And I'm not really turned-on by the thought of sex at all"- you, still bracing 😬

They all just sit there and stare at you for a minute

Let it sink into their bby brains YN they need a moment ✋🏻

"Ok so, like how we're you attracted to me YN?"- Atsumu asks

"Well your funny and you have an extremely dedicated personality"- you add

"And me?"- Kotaro asks

Atsumu nods

He's definitely one of those guys who knows he's good looking and literally thinks that's the only thing that attracts people 🙄

"I just adore how sweet you are and how much you hard you work"- you

Yuu looks at you 👀

"I love how much you care for others and how you never give up Yuu"- you

"And Satori, I love your perseverance and how you don't conform to what other people want!"- you say

They all look at you still

"So umm do you guys have anything to say?"- you finally ask

Is it getting hot in here 😅

all eyes on YN 👀

Silence 🔕

You begin to wonder if you said too much

Please you didn't YN they just need time to formulate words

"YN you know we care about you. And our relationship has been working well. I don't think this really changes anything right now"- Satori finally says

"I mean, if it does, I think we all feel like we can talk to you and each other about it"- Yuu adds

"YN we love you for who you are"- Kotaro

"We love how annoying you are, how much a pain in the butt you can be.."- Atsumu adds

"You guys- you guys love me 🥺"- you

Yuu, Satori and Kotaro look at Atsumu 👉🏻😐 really dude

"That's what you got from that"- Atsumu

"I love you guys too!"- you say

Please someone smack him ✋🏻 👦🏼

"Speaking of annoying"- Tendou says rolling his eyes 🙄

The boys all get up, giving you your personal choice of affection

We stan supportive partners 💅🏼

Especially chaotic supportive 🥰

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu #miya atsumu #tendou satori #bokuto kotaro #nishinoya yū #haikyu polyship #demigirl #trans masc #bi-gender reader #lgbtqia+ community #lgbtqia+ #lgbtqia community #lgbtqia fiction #asexual #ace pride #sex repulsed #haikyu lgbtqia+ fic #haikyu headcannons #atsumu headcanons #bokuto headcannons #tendou headcanons #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya x bi-gender reader #atsumu x bi-gender reader #bokuto x bi-gender reader #tendou x bi-gender reader

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

X- soulmate au where every person is born with two names written on their body, one is their soulmate and the other their worst enemy(they don't know which is which), but unlike everyone else, you only have ONE name written on you: ASH! Also reader is a demon if that's ok?! Thank you so much if you decide to write this!

SOULMATE AU ALPHABET

x…FREE SPACE, the person who sent the prompt has the choice to make up an au or choose one from the list!

oh HECK YEAH that is totally okay!! this is the kind of stuff I love! uaaaahhh~

ASH Landers.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an oddity. Even for a demon like yourself, the rules of soulmates still apply ― two names on your skin, almost always within centimeters of each other, one representing your fated love and the other your greatest foe.

You’ve looked yourself over so many times, and no matter how thoroughly you search, you’ve only ever found that one name.

It’s unsettling to say the least. You don’t know what to think. In all your years of life and experiences, you’ve heard of people having more than two names written, but never fewer. Never just one. There are no legends about such a thing, and the other demons you know who are experts on soul magic have no idea what to tell you. They’ve never heard of it either.

They’ve only got the guess, which you can’t poke any holes in, that your soulmate and your enemy are the same person.

What a tragedy. Is it your punishment for being such an unholy creature?

To live out your days with someone whom you’re destined to both love and despise…

You almost think you’d rather be alone.

Although you try to keep your head down, you do have to eat. When your latest contract is fulfilled and you’re nearly done with your dinner atop the roof of a building, you suddenly find yourself under attack amid a flurry of feathers and lavender-white light. An angel.

You have no weapon to speak of, forcing you to use your talons in clashing against his sword. Blow after blow comes at you, and at the very least he seems to have more stamina than you, because each hit you block feels as if it drains your energy a little more.

Finally, after misjudging the angle of a swing and letting your grasp slip, his sword slices through your palms; the pain as if you’ve simply grabbed the blade and had holy water washed into the resulting wounds. The sudden shocks of pain that radiates through your body bring you to your knees, presumably right where the angel wants you. There’s no way he’s not going to finish you off.

With the tip of his blade pointed between your eyes, you lift your head ever so slightly to meet his. “Have some honor,” you breathe. “At least give me the name… of the man about to strike me down with God’s fury.”

“Begging the only one of us with even a sense of honor to show it, are you?” Even the way he sneers down at you is… beautiful, in a way. You’re not sure how angels do it; how they’re so perfect and lovely all the time, even displaying such an ugly expression.

His sword shifts, its blunt edge under your chin, tilting and forcing you to look at him. Despite that you were the one who looked up to begin with, he apparently feels the need to break your neck keeping your eyes on him. “Pitiful creature of darkness. No one else will grant you mercy.”

And his sneer twists, allowing the most condescending smile you’ve ever seen to settle on his features. Porcelain skin, curtained by pure-white locks, and those eyes. You think if you weren’t about to die, you could drown in them. “Impure one, my name is Ash Landers.”

As soon as your mind processes what he’s said, it feels as if your whole being has been plunged into a deep, frozen pool.

It’s him.

Now it all makes sense.

Everything clicks into place, from the single name on your skin to the pull you feel toward this man to his humoring your ‘last request’.

Your soulmate is an angel… and he’s also your greatest enemy, because he’s an angel.

How do you even reconcile this information? Should you tell him?

… If you do tell him, you wonder, would he still kill you?

Your hammering heart tells you that you had better decide quickly what to do, because Ash’s sword slides away from your face. Now he has it raised over his head, poised to sever yours from your body.

“WAIT!” you yell, holding your hands up to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait―”

You thank every star you can think of that he pauses, peering down at you with curiosity.

Another thanks when he stops long enough for you to push up your sleeve… displaying his name on your wrist. At first he seems to think it’s some kind of trick, if the angry way his face distorts is any indication.

The two of you are suspended here, above the city, away from the noise, where it’s just you and him. It’s like the whole of the universe except for both of you is frozen in crystal.

“My name is (Name) (Surname).” Your voice comes out soft. “And if that really is your name… Ash Landers… then you are mine.”

Silence presses in on you. It’s heavy and oppressive, smothering you as if you’re drawing it into your lungs to be a poison which chokes you.

Every thought you have is a plea for him to say something, anything. You can’t take the quiet. You can’t take his lack of response.

At last, with his eyes wide, he stumbles. He brings his arms down, and his fingers uncoil from the sword’s hilt. It clatters to the roof… followed in short order by his knees.

“No,” is all he says. “No… no, no, no, no, no…”

You try to reach out. To touch his cheek, to comfort him.

And he pulls away from you violently. Your touch will only serve to taint him, and you know it.

Do you even bother to try again?

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Ash #Ash Landers #reader insert #meme reply #romantic #drama #angst #soulmate AU #HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY #one hell of a queue

[treadmilltreats]

Why do you think you're better than others?

So yesterday was Juneteenth, which is now a federal holiday in the United States. This date commemorates the emancipation of enslaved African Americans. Deriving its name from combining June and nineteenth, it is celebrated on the anniversary of the order by Major General Gordon Granger proclaiming freedom for enslaved people in Texas on June 19, 1865.

Now I know that there is still racism in this country, but I never realized it was this bad. Maybe because I am like Tinkerbell, and I have always just seen a person's heart. To me, if you are a good person, if you are kind, caring, and compassionate, that is what counts.

My mother grew up in Harlem, for God's sake, so I never saw racism in my home. I was lucky enough to be brought up in a town that had families of color. We had Jewish families, we had Spanish families, mixed raced families, and we even had gay families. This was in the late 60s and in a small town, so it was rare that we were not closed-minded about these things, as many towns across our nation were.

We didn't judge a person by the color of their skin. We saw their hearts, we saw their kindness, and they were our friends. It was an incredible place to grow up in, and maybe because of that, I thought the rest of the world was like we were.

My very first best friend was black, my "Uncle" who was our family friend was black. Hell, I even go to a black church, so this has never been an issue for me. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Not only does the rest of the world still have racism but I realized that it is also in your own backyard.

With so many friends and family showing their true colors on social media, it is shocking to realize how many racist were hanging out in their closets for so many years.

I remember meeting someone online. He was mixed race, and he seemed nice, so after a few emails, we decided to meet at the beach. As we are walking and talking, he starts off by telling me his mom was Italian and his dad was black. Then he asked about my church I go to and when I told him about my church, he responded that he would never go to my church because there were way too many blacks in one place, and that he didn't want to hang out with ghetto people.

Hello? He didn't just say that? I told him he was sadly mistaken if he thought my church was ghetto! I have met some of the kindest, sweetest, which, most, which I giving, smartest business people there. He had no idea who went to my church or what they were like, and yet here he was prejudging them.

Well, right away, we are off on the wrong foot, insulting my church? Oh hell no, I am definitely not feeling this man, but I am polite, and we keep talking. He goes on to tell me how his dad is an ex NBA basketball player and how he played for a professional team in another country. He tells me how rich he was, how people always stop him, and recognize him on the street. Now come on, really? Does anyone you know here watch Swedish basketball? Okay, buddy, keep dreaming.

I am getting more put off by the moment and as I tell him "Oh really, well money doesn't matter, I walked away from a marriage with lots of money, and I know for a fact that money doesn't make you happy" He looks at me like I have lost my mind, oh yeah, this date is going downhill fast.

Until it imploded when he asked me if I was married to a white man. I told him yes, a Jewish man. Now he proceeds to tell me how Jews own the world, they think that they are all that, that they are not chosen people.

"Let me tell you how it goes," he says, and I'm thinking, "Oh, go right ahead because if you haven't dug your grave already, this will really do it." "Please go on," I say.

"It goes whites, then Jew's, then blacks, then Indian's and on the bottom of the barrel are Spanish people."

He did not just say that???

And with that, the date was over for me, but before I left him standing there by himself, I turned and said.

"Oh, by the way, I guess I didn't mention that I am half Puerto Rican."

He stood there with his mouth open, then he said as I turned and walked away. "Oh, are we leaving?"

I said, "No, I am," and with that, I walked away.

Wow, I remember thinking. It's a good thing I didn't dress up for this date! I am still in shock, I have dated a lot of losers (okay, no smartass comments from the peanut gallery), but this one took the cake.

Now I tell you this story for a point, did he really think there was more white blood in him than black? Was he mad at the rest of the world for this reason? I don't know what his problem was, but I know he was a racist, as stupid as that sounds.

What I have never understood is that it doesn't matter what color you are, cut us, and we all bleed red. When we die, we all go to the ground. We all become dust. Doesn't matter what color you are, it doesn't matter how much money you have, it doesn't matter who you love, we are all the same, so why can't people realize this?

No one is better than anyone else. Money doesn't make you better, and your color doesn't make you better. Your "rank" in society doesn't make you better. What makes you a better person is how you treat others, period. Yes, I have been learning a lot of lessons these past years, but the one I keep learning over and over is what I will put up with and what is definitely not okay!

Being an out and out racist is not okay. Treating people like trash is not okay. Being okay with the way black people have been treated for years is definitely not okay.

So today, my friends, on this special day, that acknowledges the horrible abuse Black people have suffered. My last thought is what I always say at the end of every blog. Be the change you want to see, it starts with you. Love thy neighbor, like you love yourself because in the end, we are all just children of God.

"Be the change you want to see"

@TreadmillTreats

#self help #love #positive