#to the person who just commented *they're not gay* out of the blue:
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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 2 ● e.munson
warning
eddie is oblivious to being flirted with, flirty reader / PDA / eventual filth. this is very much an attempt at 'idiots in love'. mentions of alcohol / w**d, other vices, a little angst here and there, seasons 1 through 4 obviously did not happen, barb is gay and we're here for it + internalized fear and guilt, maybe some self esteem issues and anger pent up because it wasn't fun to be 'different' in the 80's in a small town ( barb +robin because they're gay and that was frowned upon back then, + eddie bc the 'freak' thing and small towns will cling to whatever they see you as with their dying breath, trust me on it ), mentions of depression / gifted kid burnout ( reader / you ), mentions of previous bad relationships (reader/you) ...
reader/you are the oldest byers + female. reader/you also have a very specific backstory / personality / female parts. I've kept everything else vague as I can, babes. This is self-indulgent and I am not sorry at all.
word count
roughly 3k. for the context necessary, see ( part 1 ). welcome to part 2, babes.
(( are we sick of me being back on my bullshit yet? lmaooo ))
summary
– it’s the summer of 86 in Hawkins, Indiana. And all Eddie Munson has to show for himself so far is his diploma and his job as a record store clerk / manager. you’re back in town for the first time since 83, fresh off a break up and you’ve just made the life-altering decision to drop out of college. all your plans are abandoned and it’s driving you crazy. Enter Eddie Munson, a guy who lives by no plan other than whatever will make him happy in the moment.
A summer romance? Or more than that? Who knows.
(( my summaries are traaaash. look, it’s a record store employee!rocker Eddie thing, alright? Alright. Also, i decided we needed hints of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie cos he's getting a motorcycle, babes. ))
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other links
masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules
The plain white flier catches your eye as you leave Big Buy with the groceries your mother sent you out for. You pause at the community bulletin board as your eyes dance over the bold wording.
Live music tonight. 8 pm. The Hideout. Be there… if you dare.
You laugh a little. “It’s probably some kids in Jane and Will’s grade and they’re playing Flock of Seagulls.” you muse, but then the name of the band catches your eye and you raise a brow. “Corroded Coffin? That’s.. Actually kinda clever.”
A throat clears from nearby and you look up from the paper to lock eyes with the amusement filled doe eyes of Eddie Munson, the hot record store manager. He’s chuckling. “Have just a little faith. I’ll have you know Flock of Seagulls isn’t in our setlist a single time, babe.”
And the way babe just rolls right off his tongue has you snickering quietly. But it’s also got the lovely little after effect of butterflies in your stomach. Your hand raises, catching in long and thick hair. “There isn’t, huh? I won’t hear “And I ran.” A single time?” you question as you try to stop it from happening but you can’t and you wind up stepping right up into him. You’re pretending to pout. “That’s uh.. That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to the cheese factor.”
“Whitesnake. That’s just as cheesy and I can stomach singing Slow an’ Easy.” Eddie’s trying so hard to behave himself but the way you’ve just stepped up to him really close has a lump forming in his throat. And your sweet and creamy perfume has his head spinning as it hangs heavy in the air all around. He just barely stops his hand from resting way too close to your hip but doe eyes are roaming. All over you. He’s careful about it, he looks you up and down in a way that somehow does and doesn’t make you feel like a hunter studying his prey just seconds before he moves in for the kill.
You laugh softly. “You don’t have t’ go to all that trouble.” you flash him this little grin that leaves him wondering if you’re flirting with him or just being nice and then with a little wink, you explain, “I work at the Hideout two nights a week now. So I’m gonna be there.”
His heart feels like it’ll beat right out of his chest. And he tries to keep himself calm. He tries to seem as if this doesn’t bother him one way or another but… It’s the first time in the history of ever that he’s been just a little too excited for a live gig, like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Yeah? Since when?” he’s laughing softly. He shakes his head at himself, it’s stupid, he’s probably stupid, standing here in the front of the grocery store making his most pitiful attempt to flirt but if he had one tenth of a clue what he was doing to you right now..
You’ve stepped even closer. There isn’t a sliver of space left between your bodies. When you tilt your head, your hair falls away and it exposes a deep purple patch of hair beneath the top layer of your hair. He’s staring at that deep purple patch as he rubs his chin thoughtfully, mesmerized by what’s happening.
It’s not even that hot today and he feels like the air is so heavy he can barely breathe.
You’re playing with the design emblazoned on the front of a black sleeved white raglan. You look up from doing that and laugh quietly. “Since last week? Angel, she uh.. She needed a bartender. I tended bar in Boston for a while.”
“Oh you did, huh?”
“Mhm.” you answer. Biting your bottom lip and Eddie catches himself getting way too caught up in staring at the way pearly teeth dig against plush skin.His breath hangs in his throat for a second or so when you go back to toying with one of letters on his Hellfire Club t-shirt. “Among other things.”
Eddie chuckles. “Other things, huh?”
You laugh softly and nod. “A girl’s gotta eat, Eddie.”
You’ve stepped away a little and before Eddie can stop himself, he’s the one stepping closer. “Maybe you’ll have t’ tell me about it sometime, ___.”
You’re laughing again. But there’s this pained look you get when he says it and it has him studying you intently for the next second or so. He realizes that maybe Boston wasn’t the fun time you pretend it was so he adds in a quieter tone, “If you want to.”
You nod. “Maybe so.” and you don’t want to take your hand off the front of his t-shirt but you know you have to. You should really get going.
“I hate to, but.. I need to get the groceries back to my mom.” you give him a little smile and then you’re stepping away. Gathering your bags. By now, Wayne has walked up to Eddie and he’s heard -and observed, most of the conversation that’s taken place, so he nudges his nephew. “Don’t just stand there, kid. Didn’t I teach y’ anythin’?”
“Huh?”
“Carry out some bags, kid.” Wayne grumbles, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he gives his nephew a light smack on the back of his head and laughs. “If you’re gonna hit on her, at least do it right, kid.”
“I wasn’t.”
Wayne chuckles. He got the distinct sense that you were definitely being more than a little flirtatious with his nephew. Eddie might stand there and tell him he wasn’t doing the same right back, but.. He’s known his nephew, he’s raised his nephew long enough to know damn well that Eddie was.
Eddie gives his uncle a dirty look but he catches up to you in the parking lot, just as you’re stopping at a Pinto that definitely looked as if it’d seen better days. He taps your shoulder and waits until you turn around.
You’re laughing softly when you find yourself body to body with Eddie Munson all over again. Eddie’s brain stammers, for a second or two, he forgets what to do with himself. You’re staring up at him with your head tilted just slightly all over again. Amusement gleaming in your eyes. “Something you want, Eddie?”
“I thought I’d..” he gives up on words and gestures to the groceries left in your cart. “Help you put those in your car.”
“ Oh, so you wanted an excuse t’ talk to me, hm?” you’re teasing him gently. And you’re well aware of it, too. But you can’t resist because the heat that rises to his cheeks and the smile that tugs at kissable lips, oh wow.. You’d do anything to be the cause of those two things. Anything.
Eddie flips you off. “I can go back in, sweetheart.” and he’s laughing. Now he’s the one teasing. When you pout up at him, he chuckles all over again. “Maybe that’s exactly why I came out here. You’re not supposed t’ call me out on it though, woman.”
You laugh a little more. Toss your hair so that it settles over your shoulder. “Oh. Right. I’ll keep that in mind next time, Eddie.” you’re giving him that playful little look and his head’s spinning all over again. He just knows that the second he’s back inside the Big Buy, he’s going to spend at least five minutes collecting himself from all this.
He helps you load the remainder of the shopping bags into the back of your mom’s car and then he closes the hatch , giving the car a firm pat. Your little brother Will and your stepsister Jane wander over from the arcade nearby and Will spots Eddie, giving him a wave. “Hey! I didn’t know you and my sister knew each other!”
You laugh softly. “Wait.. Is he Eddie the Banished?”
“Yeah!”
You shift your gaze up to Eddie. “You play that game too? You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, Eddie Munson?” and you step up to him again because Will and Jane, after a little whispering, have walked away with the empty shopping cart to place it in a cart return nearby. “Your brother is a damn good dungeon master.”
“Yeah, he’s always been really creative.” you’re laughing softly. “I made his costumes though.”
“Oh you did, huh?”
“Home Economics in 9th grade?” you laugh and he does too.
Will nudges Jane, nodding to where you and Eddie stand. “She’s flirting with him. She didn’t do that before. Like.. you remember? She barely talked to anybody.”
Jane laughs softly. “So maybe Boston was a good thing.”
“Or maybe my sister’s been replaced by a pod person.” Will’s joking, he laughs quietly. “In all seriousness.. I’m glad she’s letting everybody else see the side of her she always showed me and Jonathan.”
Jane nods. “Me too. I think she likes him. Max told me..” she trails off and Will clears his throat. “Max told you what?”
“That whenever we.. Girls I mean.. Whenever we want to flirt, we tend to get touchier. And she’s got her hand on his arm right now, see?” Jane nods to the way your hand rests against Eddie Munson’s bicep as you throw your head back to laugh at something he’s said.
They finally make their way back over to your mother’s car and you give Eddie another little smile and laugh. “I’ll see you tonight, Eddie.”
“You know where I’ll be, ___. Maybe after the gig.. Maybe I can buy you a drink.”
“If it’s soda.” you laugh and smile, giving him another bold little wink as you nod to the car. “Alright you two. Let’s get the groceries home, yeah?”
“Hey. Mike’s mom is for sure doing the Hellfire night thing. It’s gonna be on Saturday though. Not Saturday night. And it’ll probably be at the park.” Will tells Eddie before he ducks into the shotgun seat of his mother’s car.
Eddie watches you drive away and he’s joined by Wayne who takes one look at his nephews face and starts to laugh so hard he’s immediately doubling over. “Who is that, kid?”
“ ___ Byers. She uh.. She went to Hawkins High too. Graduated the year I was supposed to the first time, actually.” Eddie answers, giving a little shrug. Wayne chuckles. “Hopper’s stepdaughter, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hopper’s an alright guy. I think I’ve seen her around a few times, too.” Wayne shrugs. And then, mostly to get a rise out of his nephew, he smirks at him. “So.. when’s the wedding, kid?”
“Shut up.” Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Girls like that don’t date guys like me. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell she’s still talking to me in light of… y’know.” he goes quiet and Wayne sighs, nodding. “People are assholes, kid. But not all of ‘em. Maybe you met somebody who doesn’t hold with what everybody else thinks, huh?”
“Or maybe she just doesn’t know yet, man. We need t’ get goin. I’m fillin in for that prick Hargrove down at the garage this afternoon. Idiot called in with a hangover.” Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs. “Kinda knew it was coming though.”
Wayne chuckles. “Yeah, let’s get you down to the garage, kid.” and as they pull the van out of the Big Buy parking lot, Wayne speaks up. “I don’t do mushy shit.. But I’m.. I’m proud of you, kid. You’re not only the first Munson to finally graduate.. But you’re provin’ to me you’re gonna be okay at this adult shit so far.”
Eddie smiles and laughs. “You don’t do mushy, you’re right.” and as the laughter dies away, he speaks up. “I uh.. Thank you. For everything, man. Because you didn’t have t’ take me in when Al got sent up.”
“I wasn’t gonna let you end up with strangers, kid. You’re my brother’s kid. You’re family.”
Eddie smiles to himself even more.
“How much longer until you pick up that motorcycle you’ve been eyeing, kid? Still say there’s no harm in getting a safe vehicle.” Wayne mentions and Eddie laughs. “I’m getting the motorcycle.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” Wayne chuckles.
Eddie thinks it over. “Next weekend, I think.” he’s grinning at the thought of owning a motorcycle, the second of his little list of dream purchases. “I go pick her up next weekend.”
“I’ll warn everybody.” Wayne jokes. Eddie flips him off and gets out of the van, disappearing into the garage’s back exit.
Wayne chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “He’s a good kid.”
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The bar is packed wall to wall when you burst in, yelling at Gin behind the bar that your mom’s car tried to burst into flames on you on the way over. Angel is laughing and shaking her head as she tosses you your apron. “You haven’t just broke down and gotten your own wheels yet?”
“Not until I don’t have two grand hanging over my head. But I’ve been looking, trust me. I’ve got my eyes on this sexy little red Trans Am?”
Angel’s laughing even harder.
“What? It’ll match the only shade of lipstick I wear.” you shrug it off. And you wander down to the end of the bar. Some of the guys who work the afternoon shift at the factory are sitting there, watching a game of pool in the back room.
“What can I get ya?”
Wayne chuckles as he looks up and sees you. “Soda. Waitin around t’ drive somebody home.” he nods his head towards the front of the bar and you glance over. You can see Eddie's band setting up and you find yourself staring at Eddie. And maybe it's a little too long that you stare, but you honestly don't care. He's almost devastatingly beautiful, you simply can't just.. resist a few stolen looks.
You go to grab the group of men a round of sodas and bring them back, setting them down on top of the bar.
Up front, Corroded Coffin is getting ready to start their set. You’re drumming your fingers against the hardwood surface and humming along. Angel’s talking to one of the regulars at the opposite end of the bar.
And then a stockier guy with a blond mullet and piercing blue eyes wanders over and you laugh to yourself because he’s nothing if not bold. He locks eyes with you and he gives you this little smirk. “Get ya anything?” you ask as you wipe down the top of the bar.
“Tequila shot?” Billy Hargrove asks. Studying you intently. Because you look familiar.
You look up at him and laugh. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to see some id.”
“No problem.” Billy pulls out his license and shows it to you. “Now your turn.. Because there is no way you’re old enough to be working back there.”
“I just turned 21 actually.” you pop a bubble with your gum. The fact that he’s hitting on you isn’t lost on you, you’re just.. Deliberately ignoring it because looking at his ID reminded you that yes.. You do know him. And apparently, he hasn’t changed at all in two years.
He still wears his stupid cologne strong enough to strangle someone with it’s essence. He still thinks he’s the hottest shit in this town. He still thinks girls are supposed to just throw their panties at him and you read him like a book not even a second after he sat down on the stool in front of you.
He’s staring at your self cropped Metallica concert shirt. “You’ve seen ‘em?”
Billy Hargrove is more than a little shocked. He never would’ve taken you as a metal fan back in high school.
If anything, you were the kind of girl he’d have assumed listened to oldies.. Classical or some shit.
You laugh and nod. “Seen ‘em? I was up right in the front row. I could’ve caught Lars’ drumstick.”
Billy chuckles. You pass him his tequila shot and he slams it down. Watching you again. You walk away. Wandering over to the makeshift stage set up in the front of the bar because the bathrooms are close.
As you place a hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, you lock eyes with Eddie.
Eddie chuckles, nodding to your shirt. “Nice shirt.” he mouths and you give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the bathroom.
As you’re washing your hands after you’ve used it, you gape when you hear Eddie announce that he’s gonna play a newer song tonight. One he only just learned in March. When he starts to play the opening to Master of Puppets, you’re gaping.
“Holy.. Okay, he’s amazing.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. You wind up making your way out of the bathroom and finding a seat. Dragging it closer to the front. As you watch lithe fingers make the guitar in his hands come to life, you can’t help but think of the old saying..
Guitarists are notorious for being good with their hands. And you’re really trying not to but.. As you sit and watch Eddie Munson play Master of Puppets, you can’t help but wonder to yourself just how true that really is.
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x byers!reader#<- my writing ● eddie munson#<- warnings | open flirting - PDA - idiots in love trope ● seasons 1 through 4 did not happen - fix it fic ● some adult content. see above.#<-warning | heavily personified reader ● female parts / specific hair + clothing / personality + taste / petnames or nicknames#fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 complete au ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- okay so apparently we're also getting a dose of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie in that he will be the owner of a motorcycle.#-- i'm not sorry about reader being a byers. just if anyone is wondering. i am trying to leave her/you vague as possible though.#-- it's kinda self indulgent. i'm writing what i wanted to read lmaooo.#-- more barb/robin in the next chapter i s2g. also other stuffs.#-- also i promise i'm going to update gareth eventually. i'm still figuring that one out.
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BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE
pairings : robin buckley x gn!reader
summary : while working at the record store you stumbled upon a customer with amazing music taste, and she's awfully pretty.
words : 0.9k
warnings : fluff!! (i needed to make it up for the last fic so...), foul language, robin & reader being a gay mess.
a/n : i had this idea in my mind for a while so i wanted to write it!! and plus robin x reader who works at the record store???? i'm literally in love <33 alsoooo another lyric fic because these are really fun to make :) and yes i did change some of the lyrics a bit to make it fit so sorry abt that!!
when you cycled by . . .
"hi! welcome to ronnie-anne's records, how can i help you?" you say, turning around from the counter to face the person, and oh my god. "uh just these thank you." she replies, smiling.
here began all my dreams . . .
you thought love at first sight was just a thing in the movies. but when you saw her, you swore you were about to burst into little red hearts. she was just so, so, so pretty.
the prettiest thing i've ever seen . . .
"oh right-" you chuckle nervously, realizing you were kinda staring at her. "the smiths? nice choice." you smile, grabbing the vinyl. "yeah! they're sorta my favorite band" the strawberry blonde replied. "no way! they're my all time favorite" you stated.
"really?" she asked as you nodded. "well- um if you want, maybe we can listen to it together? if you don't it's fine though, don't be pressured into saying yes though it'll be a dream!" she paused, "sorry i'm rambling." she added.
"oh- no, no, it's fine really! and i would love to listen this with you." you reply, turning red. "oh my god, that's- that's great! i'm robin by the way, sorry i never made that clear."
robin. a pretty name for a pretty face.
and you never knew . . .
"pretty." you blush as she raised her brows. "the name i mean! i mean you're pretty too, really pretty-" you stopped yourself before you could continue causing her to laugh. "sorry.." you say, shaking your head. "it's fine. you're pretty too" she commented.
you were gonna burst into red hearts.
"awh thank you, i'm y/n." you reply.
how much i really liked you . . .
"you've got a pretty name, oh! are you free on friday maybe? friday afternoon if you want to listen to the smiths together." robin asks. "oh yeah, i am!" you reply.
"that's great! when does your shift end at friday?" robin added. "around 5" you reply.
"okay that's great then! works perfectly uh- my shift ends at around 5 as well, it's across from here so i can pick you up after my shift if that's okay with you." robin asks as you nod, "yeah that sounds good!"
"okay then, i have to go now, thanks and it was really, really nice meeting y/n!" robin says, walking towards the door as you grab the cash she placed earlier. "it was nice meeting you too!" you wave goodbye as she smiled.
cause i never even told you . . .
"y/n, hey!" robin waves, walking in. it was around 5 by now and you were about to listen to the smiths with robin.
"oh hi robin!" you wave back as she walks towards the counter. "you still down to listen?" she asks as you nodded. "yeah! that's probably the only interesting thing i'll do today and i'm really excited." you reply, smiling.
"me too, oh and when i told you i'll give you a ride i didn't quite specify and well-" robin pauses causing you to furrow your brows. "you know why don't you just check it out? if you're done with your shift though i can wait" robin added.
"uh my shifts done actually! i'm just cleaning some stuff here." you reply as she nodded. "okay, well um come with me then!" robin smiles, grabbing your hand as she walk towards the hand.
her hand was soft, and her touch felt comforting. a sort of safe feeling. her rings was really pretty too.
"tada!" robin says, gesturing jazz hands while smiling, sarcastically. it was a bike. a nice though, with a basket filled with flowers and the vinyl she bought from you a few days ago. it was painted nicely with a light blue tone with some stickers stuck to it. the bike had two seats, and the one for you had a white ribbon attached to it.
your eyes widen as you smile a bit. "sorry it's not much, the moped i was suppose to bring was being used by my mom." robin explained. "it's alright! this is pretty nice." you say.
"oh these are for you by the way! picked them up this morning." robin smiles, giving the flowers from the basket to you.
"awh! thank you so much, this is so lovely." you thanked, cheeks turning red as you observe the flowers. "i didn't bring anything for you sorry." you frown a bit. robin shook her head, "it's okay! i just wanted to give those to you." robin added.
"anyways! would you like a ride, my love?" robin asks, bowing as she reaches her hand out.
my love.
"i would love a ride, m'lady" you reply, bowing just like her. and with that, you were riding to robin's trailer on her bike as you hold on to her waist.
oh, and i meant to . . .
you arrive at robin's trailer a few minutes later. robin held your hand towards the front door until you reached the living room where her record player is.
'back to the old house' started playing as robin started to sway towards your direction. "do you wanna dance maybe?" robin asks causing your eyes to widen. "yes!" you agreed, nodding as robin smiles.
robin placed her hands on your waist as you placed yours on her shoulder before starting to sway left and right.
"thanks agreeing to listen with me." robin smiles.
"of course" you reply
god, you were so in love.
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To the person who sent this;
The ask is just way too long and I don't usually post those. I get a lot of them, but I don't post them because it's kind of annoying and overwhelming. They're also redundant because I know everything you're talking about, I don't need a recount of every jikook interaction since 2020 because I know everything you know too.
I've also already said pretty much everything there is to say about them. I'm sure you can find some answers somewhere here.
In any case, the messages should be shorter next time.
I also wanted to point out how all the times you mention them hanging out, happened after June 2023, which is exactly what I say. That they didn't seem to hang out before that. Why do you think Jimin was seen with Hoseok all the time, they even talked about gaming at night together. They commented on each other stuff on weverse a few times. Jimin was seeing a lot of Yoongi and Hoseok until June 2023, and it showed. Then, Jimin was seeing Taehyung and Jungkook a lot AFTER July 2023, and that also showed when it started happening. Sometimes things are exactly what they seem.
You also didn't know that Jungkook was hooking up with women, and he would've never told you that. Because we were talking about mijoo too, when Jungkook did his vlog about the break in 2019, he only showed himself at the gym. But everyone knows he did a lot more than that, and met many people more apart from his trainer. So, messages like yours are redundant because no, you don't know everything about their lives and that could mean something "good", as well as it could mean something "bad".
Here
Also the last part of this post
Finally, I said this in another post too, but it didn't look to me like Namjoon and Jungkook were hanging out a lot either, just like he wasn't seeing Yoongi or Hoseok everyday. And I still believed they were all friends and loved each other. It's exactly the same with jikook. Them not hanging out regularly didn't make them enemies, it just made them not a couple. I don't think it's that hard to understand 😭
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wild blue yonder thoughts
(initial live watch and next day rewatch)
live
- the very beginning for a second was giving me ascension of the cybermen vibes, like bright, green, really calm idk
- not sure if the newton stuff was funny or cringe
- all that happening bc donna spilt some coffee is so dumb 😭 like okay the tardis is weak as fuck
- the amount of cgi was mildly off-putting at times but also like obviously a corridor like that would need to be in large part cgi
- 14 may have just meant newton was good looking generally and also his 'is that who I am now' comment was probs more of a 'oh am I the kind of person to find ppl attractive/be open about it' rather than a 'do I fancy men now' moment (tho donna assuming it was kinda funny) but also I'm hoping 14 being kinda openly attracted to men is a sign for what 15 is gonna be like. like let's keep it going and have a male love interest.........?
- fake donna and fake 14 were so creepy like I stg right as fake 14 showed up to the way it was shot made me feel weird bc it just wasn't showing him and I was like well show him then and then it did and I was like oh he's normal okay but then it went down hill fr dt was v creepy
- the long ass arms and stuff was simultaneously unserious and creepy as fuck
- flux and timeless child mention ahhhhh I kinda am obsessed with it and I really hope it's a sign that rtd is gonna explore it a bit more (which based on xmas special info he seemingly is). I love the way it ended with 13 but there's defo room there to explore more about how the doctor really feels about it all and accepting it. bc it's one thing to decide you don't want the memories but it's another to actually come to terms with it all
- the vibes were kinda midnight-y, like monsters impersonating and tryna copy someone and replace them yknow
- wilf <333333
- I'm writing this up right after it ended and I haven't looked at what other ppl thought and I didn't type up my thoughts as I was watching so I probs forgot a ton of stuff that I had opinions on but anyways. I cheered
rewatch
- ppl getting mad that isaac newton isn't white is so predictable like omg I couldn't imagine giving a fuck. that scene is defo cringe tho but it's fine. I like the 'have you got the controls set to famous' line
- the tardis playing that song is so funny like she looooves the drama tbh
- I hope the mavity thing continues for a long time but I don't want it to get mentioned every episode bc that'll get old very quick
- 14 acknowledging that newton was hot and then being like 'is that was I do now' is defo a him being like oh do I notice attractiveness and be open about it now situation and not an oh am I gay now situation bc the doctor has BEEN fancying men. and it fits with the moments from the star beast where he says he loves people and is like oh do I say that now
- the let's go and kick it's ass line, and the way it's shot idk, is not very good
- seeing the outside of the ship was sooo weat/tdf vibes
- the doctor joking around with donna about dying is my fave I miss the doctor being like this fr (that's NOT a chib diss)
- the timeless child and flux mentions and the doctor finally being open with someone but then it ends up not actually being donna oh I'm gonna lose my whole mind I'm so obsessed with that scene and then meanwhile donna figures out she's with the fake doctor like the genius she is
- and THEN the doctor's little tantrum that I and most others was clowning on before the ep came out but actually it ends up being kinda harrowing liiiiike woah
- obsessed with the scene where they're separated by the glass wall
- fake donna in the tardis and real donna stuck out there.. ctate actor of all time
- I really did think for a second that donna was gonna die on first watch and how wild would that have been especially if the doctor didn't end up noticing fake donna and we were stuck with her for the giggle. probably woulda been a nightmare tbh so I'm glad it didn't happen but also idk
- donna saying the doctor timed getting back to avoid the awkward convo makes me think of all the times chib had shit happen to avoid having the doctor and (usually) yaz complete a convo, it used to drive me crazy it was so annoying
- wilf <33333
- I kinda wish we saw the toymaker in the background during all that drama that was going on at the end
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How easy is being LGBT in Australia, more specifically the rural areas? Where I live (northern USA) it's pretty easy in the urban centers but harder in the small towns- still worth it though, small town gays are amazing
Cities suck since people make it their entire personalities to the point you can't have a conversation without them bringing it up in some way. In the Outback towns no one gives a shit. At worst you might get a few looks or be called a nance as a passing comment but there's never any violence or anything that I've experienced, seen, or heard about. Aussies are very "to each their own" and frankly couldn't care less about something unless it directly affects them. One of my customers is gay and I had no idea until I met the bloke because despite going to a few barbies (courtesy of the pigs I'd hunted on his property) I'd thought his boyfriend was a stationhand until he clarified that they're dating. It's just never brought up. You'd never know someone was gay until you hear a bloke go "Yeah I was talking about that with my bloke the other day" and then you realise.
The effeminate gay bloke stereotype is heavily prevalent in cities especially more affluent areas. I have never met one in an Outback town. Gay blokes act like straight blokes with the only exception of liking other blokes. Gaydar is non-existent out there.
Also in Outback towns we're generally a lot friendlier so sometimes blokes will kiss each other as a joke. An American would visit and assume they're dating or at the least flirting when nah, they're straight and just expressing mateship. With blackfellas in particular it's common to peck a mate on the lips if you haven't seen him in a long while, and I've personally witnessed strangers play gay chicken with a passion so you really can't gauge who is or isn't LGBT unless they tell you outright.
Also worth noting: at B&S balls practically everyone is straight but what a lot of places are starting to do is give you wristbands depending on your sexual preference. If you're looking for a sheila you get pink, if you're looking for a bloke you get blue, if you're looking for both you get green or two bands of pink and blue, and if you're looking for neither and just there for the piss you get yellow (for the colour of beer).
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Ninja Daily: Vapors 46
Tenten was conflicted. It had been surprising to be asked out by a girl she barely knew, but also a bit emflattering/em. She wouldn't want to say that she was attracted to powerful people, but there was something very appealing about self-assured, talented shinobi that Tenten definitely liked. Uzumaki Aiko was only fourteen, and already doing very well as a kunoichi. Aiko was no Tsunade of the Sannin, of course, but she was already the kind of kunoichi that Tenten would have looked up to as a little girl. She knew perfectly well that the other girl had a reputation for being reclusive and sharp-tongued, but that couldn't scare a girl who worked with Hyuuga Neji. Even the iciest of personalities thawed for something.
She just had to find out what Aiko softened for, and if she liked what she found when the walls came down, this might go somewhere. But first…
"Is… Is that Yamanaka Ino and her team hiding behind the curtain?" Tenten questioned uncertainly. Granted, it was hard to tell with surety, but there was one large lump and two thin ones, one of which seemed to be attached to tiny feet with sparkly blue nail polish and a silver toe ring.
Aiko shrugged without looking up from her fancy menu. "Probably," she offered. "But paying attention to her only encourages her persistent weirdness."
'They're within hearing distance,' Aiko noted distantly when a shriek of outrage reached her ears, muffled by what was probably Shikamaru's hand. 'I wonder why she dragged the boys along for this?'
"Oh, I see," Tenten said, sounding as if she really did understand now. It figured. If anyone in the world had been forced to acclimate to others' oddities more than Tenten, she didn't know of them. "So, ah. You look nice tonight…" She gave a quick glance to her companion's purple dress. It definitely wasn't something she'd ever seen Aiko wear before.
"That's probably why Ino is lurking," she explained contemplatively, lowering her menu to peek at her date. "Apparently, I own nothing suitable for wearing in civilized company and I was going to die alone with my dogs if she didn't help me out."
"You have dogs?" Tenten inquired 'Pets? She doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd keep pets.'
'Oh, she's good,' Aiko noted. 'That was very smooth. She didn't even seem to stumble over thinking about commenting on the apparent deficiencies I hinted towards.'
"Kakashi-shishou let me sign his contract," she explained, reflexively moving to tuck her hair behind her ear out of habit even though it was pulled up. As always, she couldn't help but smile when she thought about getting to sign her shishou's contract. "I'm working with his pack right now, but I've already met two other ninken who are willing to work with me. We need to train together before they're mission-ready, since they're puppies too."
The other girl blinked. "Too? There are other puppies?"
Aiko flushed. "Ah, no, I meant me," she explained sheepishly. 'I forget that others don't use that terminology.'
"That's adorable," Tenten said firmly. "I like it. I might end up with Gai-sensei's tortoise contract, since Lee can't use chakra and Neji is… Well, he's Neji." She shrugged helplessly, as if to say, 'what can you do?'
"Yes, he is," Aiko agreed dryly. At the sharp expression her tone brought, she raised an eyebrow. "I have fond memories of him pounding the absolute crap out of me in taijutsu spars in the Academy. He's just so cheerful and encouraging that I've never forgotten the experience."
"Oh, I'd forgotten all about that!" Tenten breathed with an air of revelation. She giggled openly, not even bothering to hide the fact that her shoulders were shaking with laughter. "Yeah, he stomped you good, didn't he?"
An amused snort brought their attention to the waitress who had been politely standing by the table. "I'm sorry to interrupt your romantic dinner conversation. What will you ladies have today?"
When they were alone again, Tenten folded her hands in her lap and looked critically at her date. Why had she actually come on this date? She still wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, but she did feel a little bit of interest beyond a free meal at a nice restaurant.
"Did you want to see a movie afterward?"
Tenten shrugged noncommittally, still caught up in her thoughts.
Aiko was pretty, after all. It was the kind of pretty that belied her status as a B-class kunoichi and reputation as a rather ruthlessly practical one at that. Maybe in a few years she'd be the same sort of polished sexy that infiltration kunoichi gave off, but right now even the fact that her curves were more dramatic than Tenten's (admittedly minimal) curves didn't make her look very old. She was very petite and had those same enormous, soulful eyes that her brother had. It made for a very innocent sort of effect.
'I could tap that,' she decided internally. So what if Aiko was a year younger? In the grand scale of things, that was nothing.
"I don't know what's out in theaters right now," she managed to reply. "Is there anything you'd really like to see?"
She wasn't particularly fond of the way that Ino had apparently dressed Aiko up for this. It was pretty, but it didn't seem genuinely Aiko-ish. Tenten felt a bit underdressed in comparison, but it had seemed impractical to go home and change when she hadn't even been sweating in her pink top.
"Not really." Aiko made a face. "There's this romantic drama with that one Fujikaze woman that looks awful, though. You know the one I mean, right? On the billboard outside the theater?"
Looks aside, it was flattering to be singled out by someone so talented and reputedly intelligent. What had Aiko seen in her that made her decide to ask Tenten out, and not the hunk of Hyuuga that was standing beside her at the time, or even Ino? Aiko already knew Ino, after all. She didn't know Tenten.
"Everything she's in looks awful," Tenten replied with a huff of amusement. It was true. She didn't see why everyone went so nuts over those stupid princess movies. They were formulaic and dull. "Maybe we should forget the movie and go for a walk instead?"
Aiko nodded easily. "I think I'd like that. It's so beautiful out, especially after languishing in Wind Country for a million years." She made a face. "Maybe the west park?"
'And I don't really know her, either,' Tenten had to remind herself. It felt like she did, though. Gai-sensei brought up his Eternal Rival pretty frequently, and in the last year or so Lee had been getting compared to his Eternal Rival's apprentice. Apparently, Gai seemed to think they were natural foils and continuations of their respective sensei.
Tenten wasn't so certain about that. Hatake Kakashi seemed to have the same sort of analytical intelligence she was noting in her dining companion from what Gai-sensei had said, that was true. However, his social failings seemed to stem from avoidance and emotional trauma rather than genuinely not noticing cues. Uzumaki Aiko was a bit different. She faked social competency well until suddenly she missed a hint and either ended a conversation when someone else wanted to continue or failed to respond conventionally to someone having an emotional reaction. It wasn't uncommon for shinobi to have low emotional intelligence, however, so Tenten wasn't too bothered. Aiko seemed earnest enough, even if she didn't appear to have been adequately socialized when she was young to be able to relate openly to other people.
But if Gai-sensei was right about anything, this girl would be a force to be reckoned with, even if Lee was approximately one hundred thousand times better in taijutsu. That wasn't really a black mark against her, as Lee was a taijutsu monster, and had a good twenty pounds on the girl in question.
She leaned forward and cupped her chin in a hand, allowing herself to smile a little bit. "The park sounds great! So, Aiko. What do you do for fun?"
"This is boring," Chouji whined quietly, looking at a nearby table that had recently gotten their order with longing. Ino was just plain cruel, to bring him to a restaurant and not let him order anything. Ino made a rude grunt, but didn't do more than whap at his chest with a hand.
"Hush, I'm trying to listen!" she pouted a little. "They don't seem to be talking about anything interesting, though. Just work stuff." Honestly, who talked about emtraining/em when asked what they did for fun? That girl needed help. Tenten seemed to be eating it up, though.
Shikamaru remained silent. He'd been deep in thought since Ino had told him he had to come with her to spy on Uzumaki Aiko going on a date with Tenten. Chouji thoroughly expected to hear a completely brilliant theory by the end of the night. Obviously, he was really working hard at whatever he was thinking about.
His eyes darted around the room for anything to look at other than the distracting food. If he didn't make himself think of something else, he was going to be miserable throughout this entire stupid stakeout. Of course, Ino would probably only accept conversation on one topic…
"They make a nice couple, but I never thought of the two of them together," he offered lazily.
Shikamaru smirked on his right side, leaning over to mutter into his ear, "I am." Chouji stiffened, blushing at his childhood friend. That… that was disrespectful! He didn't want anyone looking at his little sister that way. He imagined Uzumaki Naruto would feel similarly about his sister, if he knew someone was picturing her naked, to say nothing of what Aiko herself would think.
(In the Land of Vegetables, Naruto suddenly sneezed, losing his grip on the Sexy-No-Jutsu and reverting to his blonde and male form in front of a very disappointed and confused contact he'd been meant to distract while Jiraiya got the goods.)
On his other side, Ino nodded furiously, missing the byplay. "I know, right? I thought for sure that Tenten was going to end up with that stick in the mud Hyuuga!" She paused, looking a bit confused. "I had no idea on Aiko," she added a bit grudgingly. "She never seemed interested in anyone, except maybe her weirdo teacher." Ino didn't care how well the man wore a Jounin uniform. He had habitually bad posture and funky hair—nothing on Asuma-sensei's scruffy bad-boy look. Ino suppressed a shiver.
Shikamaru shrugged lazily, letting a hint of wicked amusement seep into his tone. "Maybe it's Karin's influence," he suggested.
Then he had to flinch, unable to dodge the blow Ino awkwardly aimed at him, leaning across Chouji to do it. She scowled at him. "Don't be dumb. We don't actually know that Karin and Hinata are together. They could just be friends."
"Yeah, friends who are almost constantly together, physically affectionate, and who live together in the same house," he mused sarcastically. "That story holds together." Shikamaru gave an amused huff. "I'd like to see what goes on in that house," he said not-quite-quietly enough to Chouji.
Ino lunged, fingers curled into hooked claws.
'Time to get out of here,' the Akimichi wisely decided, desperately latching onto a chair with the kawarimi and switching places with it. It made a loud scrape sound when it reappeared too close to the wall and the back legs skidded down to thump on the floor, but Shikamaru was too busy cringing from the fire in Ino's eyes to comment on his sloppy technique.
"Idiot pervert!" she roared, shaking his shoulders with enough force to send his head flopping back and forth. "The whole point of that is that you aren't invited! Why are you so damn excited, huh?"
"What?" Tenten's eyes went wide, and she craned her neck to see what was going on behind the luxurious yellow curtain that appeared to be hiding a murder (and a chair). She wasn't alone. Most of the restaurant was straining to find the source of the sudden shouting. Except for Chouji, who appeared to be hiding his face with a menu and trying to blend in with a confused-looking family (which included a girl sitting on the floor for some reason. She sensed a connection).
Aiko, on the other hand, sighed tiredly and cradled her head in her hands. Through her eyelashes, she eyed her plate. She was over halfway done, and so was Tenten. Maybe…
"Why don't we head out early?" she suggested.
Tenten pushed her chair back with a relieved look. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." As if she had suddenly remembered Aiko's warning not to pay Ino any attention, she carefully averted her eyes from the building drama of the manager storming out to yell at team ten. They waved down the waitress for the check and fled as soon as she'd brought them change and mints. Aiko popped her into her mouth right away, sucking on it as they walked out the door, but Tenten absentmindedly tucked hers into a pocket and held the door open for a couple entering the restaurant.
Aiko stole a glance at the other girl as they meandered to the outskirts of the district they were in towards the park they'd decided on, trying her best to rev up her hormones. That was the point of this exercise, after all. It was getting just a little dark—the sky was streaked with shadows where the fading sunlight couldn't paint, but it wasn't unpleasant. For once, she took time to appreciate that Konoha was the city of eternal summer. Entering the park was like taking a breath of fresh forest air out in the wilds. Birdsong and those damn cicadas rang in her ears with the same sincere persistence she'd expect a hundred miles out of the city limits.
Even though she knew the perception was deceptive and they were in the middle of Konoha, she couldn't help but think that her companion belonged in the wilds. Tenten's crisp, clean (obviously artificially dyed) clothing and hair only served to tie together the idea of something intense and natural hidden in the mundane. The effect was striking. Tenten wasn't as curvy as she might have found ideal, but there was something sleekly beautiful about the way that she moved. The girl just looked dangerous, even in that ridiculously unflattering, boxy pink cheongsam top.
That was a little sexy, to be honest. She wasn't one to care much that Tenten wasn't a good dresser. According to everyone who'd ever commented to her, Aiko was godawful at it herself. The starkly practical outlook that would lead a teenage girl to pick out those doubtlessly-comfortable and undoubtedly hideous pants she was currently swimming in would make her a damn fine kunoichi someday.
It had been less good planning and more coincidence that had led them to make it to the restaurant so late, but their timing had been excellent if what they wanted was alone time and a scenic view. The park was one of the largest in Konoha, and if there was anyone else inside, they weren't anywhere nearby. Just walking into the shadows of the park felt like a sigh of relief, and the little bit of tension Aiko had been carrying seeped out of her shoulders. They stuck to the runner's path, a thin trail that led by some of the prettiest sights inside, including a large pond with a tiny waterfall and a few shrines surrounded by natural gardens.
There didn't seem to be a need for words, so they just didn't speak. Tenten wordlessly snagged Aiko's wrist and pulled her off the path slightly to settle against a grassy overhang that happened to provide a view of the sunset through a break in the trees. She didn't drop Aiko's wrist when she folded her knees and sat, so Aiko allowed herself to be dragged down to settle against her warm side.
It was… nice. It was nice to just sit with someone who didn't feel the need to go do something as if to avoid the intensity of just being in another human being's presence. Aiko had never needed words and distractions like Ino, for example. A date with her would have ended like any other outing with Ino except with an additional interrogation. She already knew she had little patience for the constant whirlwind of conversation about stupid things that neither one of them really cared about, as if collecting tidbits about someone's preferences would help her construct something with real meaning or fill the space between them.
'What's that saying? Something about there being two types of people? One type communicates with words, the other communicates with action?' She sighed, leaning back and folding her arms to serve as a pillow. After a moment, Tenten followed suit, and their arms brushed when she'd settled. Some of Aiko's hair had escaped its confines and was tangling in the wind to settle on Tenten's arms, but she didn't seem to care. 'That's probably not exactly right, but it's close enough.'
Words were probably easier, but Aiko was prejudiced towards actions herself enough to think that words were also cheaper. She told people she loved them by doing things for them, not with formulaic expressions of emotion requiring formulaic response. Cooking for Karin and Hinata or helping Naruto with his taijutsu had never inspired passionate gratitude, but it was how she worked.
She felt relatively hopeful that Tenten was something of the same—not one to mince words. If she'd been wrong and Tenten was just chock full of feelings, Aiko would probably run for the hills. 'Then again,' she thought a little guiltily, 'it would probably be fair to her to express that I'm not really looking for a regular relationship. It would be super shitty if I didn't say anything and she thought we were on track to a 'forever' relationship when I was looking for something more casual.'
"You know, I had a good time," Tenten mused. Well, that was as good an opening as any she was likely to get. Aiko let her eyes close. It didn't matter, since she was looking straight up and not at the other girl anyway.
"Yeah, I did too," she murmured. "I'd like to spend more time together, but I should probably make clear ahead of time that I don't really want a serious relationship right now." She was a little uncertain as to how that would go over—Tenten could be offended or think there wasn't any point investing in a relationship that wasn't intended to be long term. That would be disappointing, but understandable.
Aiko relaxed the tenseness that had built up on her shoulders when the other girl gave a surprised little laugh. "Wow, you're so serious." Tenten rolled onto her side, giving Aiko a contemplative look. "You know, it's not like I was expecting a proposal or anything. We're too young to consciously try to make a lifelong relationship thing happen." She made a slight face. "I mean, maybe we'll be that compatible, but if we aren't, I'm not going to be offended or anything."
"Oh good." She let herself give a sly smile. "Because if you were, the ring probably would have had to come from Ino, and that would be a little tacky for a declaration of my eternal love."
Tenten snorted. "Maybe we shouldn't do the whole fancy dinner thing again," she suggested idly. "I mean, I know that's what dates supposedly are, but it's not my kind of thing. Personally, I'm happiest training or staying in." With a skeptical expression, she added, "That doesn't really seem like your optimal environment, either."
"So, what, would you want to have training dates or something?" Aiko prodded, liking the idea. It would mean no more dressing up in things she didn't find appealing and sitting in a crowded place, expected to make conversation.
"Sure," Tenten shrugged, pushing herself up slightly and looking down at Aiko, who was still prone on the grass. For a strange moment, Aiko thought the other girl's gaze was on her lips and not her eyes, but the impression passed and Tenten glanced down to rustle around inside a pocket.
"I like the idea," Aiko said firmly. Tenten ripped open her dinner mint with a crinkle and popped it in her mouth before giving a friendly smile and tucking the wrapper back in her pocket.
"Perfect. How about next week, in the morning or something? I don't have a Wednesday morning workout partner, actually." There was a tiny click that was probably Tenten flicking the hard candy against her teeth. She crunched down, apparently shattering the candy, maintaining eye contact.
"I'll meet you then." Aiko had to smile. This whole human interaction thing wasn't as complicated as she had been led to believe. She could do this, easy.
Something threatened to twitch in her eye. God, how oblivious was this girl? 'Oh, wait,' Tenten remembered. 'I forgot about the whole 'socially inept' thing. She hides that better than the boys do. I can't count on her to pick up on subtle cues.' Her resolve firmed. 'I should be direct.'
"Soooo," Tenten dragged out the word for a full two seconds. Something was clearly on her mind. This time, Aiko was positive that she caught Tenten looking at her mouth. "Are we going to make out or what?"
Her eyebrows shot up. 'That was blunt,' Aiko thought. 'But definitely not unwelcome'. She had to give a surprised little laugh, but she responded quickly. "I like the idea." She moved to sit up, unfolding her arms from behind her head and moving to prop herself up. She'd barely managed to sit upwards before Tenten placed one hand above her right shoulder on the grass and used the other to gently but firmly push Aiko's torso back down, before slipping it to brace against the grass by Aiko's other shoulder.
Tenten wasn't a big girl by any means, but suddenly she was a looming presence blocking out most of the dying sunlight. Aiko sucked in a surprised breath, blinking up at the sideways smile and indulgently amused glitter in dark brown eyes. That wasn't what she'd expected to happen.
"Good."
Then she leaned down and all Aiko could register was just how soft and warm the other girl's lips were. Involuntarily she licked at her own, getting a taste of the mint still clinging to Tenten's warm breath where her mouth was slightly parted./p
"Mmm," Tenten hummed, turning her head slightly to change the angle of the kiss, pulling back just a little and ducking back in again to tug lightly on Aiko's lower lip. She emshivered/em, a little shell-shocked by the new sensation, and let her right hand lift up to slip under Tenten's shirt and slid her fingertips across smooth skin.
'Oh my god, what have I been missing out on?' she managed to think blearily.
Tenten must have been thinking something similarly positive, because she adjusted her position by moving her right knee over to straddle Aiko. The extra contact- emhad Tenten always been that warm, because she was really noticing it now/em- was nice, but Aiko liked it quite a bit more when it became clear that the movement freed up Tenten's right hand to go exploring down her front, lightly trailing short nails and surprisingly soft fingertips down her neck, between her breasts, and then back up to cup at one of them.
In any other situation, Aiko wouldn't have even considered letting the weak, pleading whine that swelled up from the back of her throat to be heard. She didn't know what the hell she was begging for, but she needed it badly.
Tenten pulled her face back with a self-satisfied smile, holding eye contact for a long moment before she brushed a kiss along her jaw line, tugged playfully at Aiko's ear- and whoa, that was interesting- and then gave a short lick to the column of her neck below.
'I wish I wasn't wearing this stupid dress,' she suddenly realized with undue vehemence. If she'd been wearing a shirt, Tenten would have better access. At least it had a wide, low collar that left her collarbones exposed, because the shiver that rocked her body when the older girl gently exhaled at the base of her neck was delicious.
Of course, Tenten wasn't wearing an irritatingly inhibitive dress… Her right hand had clenched lightly against Tenten's back at some point, so she opened it and began running her fingers up and down Tenten's spine. Her left hand lifted up and breached the so-far unexplored territory of Tenten's front.
The older girl gave a surprised squeak at the first brush over her ribs. Aiko could feel a giddy smile pulling at her face and she gave just a little huff of amusement before tilting her head to make eye contact to be sure this escalation was okay. Tenten looked a little shell-shocked, but when she managed to close the surprised 'Oh' face her mouth had fallen into, her nod gave Aiko the go-ahead. She'd thought that would be the answer by the light huffs Tenten was giving that washed across Aiko's chest with increasing speed and the clear eagerness written in her features, but had been kept from going any further up by the lack of outright permission.
Tenten's nose dropped back down onto her neck and she nuzzled for a moment before working at the sensitive skin with her teeth. Aiko didn't wait a second longer, stilling her right hand in between delicately shaking shoulderblades and letting her left brush slowwwly up over what had to be Tenten's bra.
'Huh. Surprisingly nice-feeling fabric. I guess I thought she seemed like a sports-bra kinda girl,' she noted absently, entranced by just how soft the material was. When she finally reached the skin at the top of the cup, Tenten made a soft 'Uh!' sound and pressed herself slightly against Aiko's palm, apparently forgetting that she'd been working on giving Aiko a hickey, just panting against her collarbones now.
She'd been wrong to call the bra soft—Tenten's skin was much silkier. It wasn't a shock, precisely. Her own breasts probably felt similar, but someone else's were just so much more interesting to knead. At that point, Tenten finally made a sound that was about as embarrassing as the one Aiko had made earlier. Something strange surged in her abdomen at the needy vocal demand, hot and heavy. She swallowed, hard, suddenly wondering how far they should really be going in a park at night after their first date, and pulled back regretfully. For the first time, Aiko noticed that she was panting too, and her heartrate was far higher than it normally was even after a warmup.
"Wh-whoa," Tenten panted, straightening her right arm and lifting her head to make eye contact. Apparently she'd collapsed to her elbow at some point. She looked just as giddy as Aiko felt. "This is more fun than I expected."
"Go away," Tsunade downright growled at the knock on her door. "Office hours are over!" That should have been obvious, really. Keiko had gone home, and the janitor was vacuuming the entry way.
Despite the fact that she had most definitely not said a cheerful 'come in,' the door swung open and Aiko flounced up with a downright creepy smile, perched on her desk for a moment, and then leaned in for a hug. The cold little arms flung around her neck slipped slightly down sideways across part of her suddenly-stiff shoulders, and Aiko pressed a closed kiss against her Kage's cheek with a happy nuzzle.
Tsunade sputtered, taken aback. She'd just about managed to re-calibrate for the bizarre situation (it was a large leap from taxes) when Aiko chirped, "Thank you for your advice, Tsunade-hime!" and then practically skipped back out.
She stared at the door that hung slightly open. "What the hell just happened?" she wondered aloud.
ANBU Cat shrugged in answer, despite the fact that he wasn't visible at the moment. That had been weird. Was Aiko ill or something?
"What the hell happened?" Kakashi muttered in frustration, fisting a handful of hair and tugging lightly. Scanning the documents for any relevant terms like 'Uzumaki,' 'Aiko,' 'Naruto,' 'Twins' or 'Minato' had taken a stupidly long time, even with the aid of the Sharingan's skill in detecting patterns.
The story that the brief mentions and glaring exclusions told was a strange one. He'd think he would have remembered the incident mentioned of the Kyuubi managing to force some active chakra out of Naruto's seal—he must have been out of the village. Kakashi would never forget the taste of that chakra. Even with that explanation, it seemed odd that the off-hand and mildly depressed mentions of incidents of unfriendly behavior directed at the twins over the years had escaped his notice. It wasn't like he had followed them around or anything, but a child who didn't understand why strangers were hostile would have had a hard time avoiding drawing attention. Naruto, in particular, didn't seem like the type to suffer discrimination in silence.
Bizarrely enough, it seemed that the twins had been declared competent to live alone at a frighteningly young age, with the minimal assistance of someone the Sandaime had hired to help them adjust to living on their own.
At first he was baffled- the orphan in shinobi training fund was nowhere near enough for the comfortable apartment he remembered them having when he'd first begun training Aiko, and he didn't know anything about the state of Minato or Kushina's finances. Eventually he pieced together that the Sandaime had actually been supplementing the twins' stipend out of his own accounts, which made a bit more sense.
It was probably part of his way of dealing with his guilt for being unable to care for them himself—all of the reports seemed to have been conveyed via ANBU and not his own observations. Kakashi could hardly blame the man for that. He'd done the same thing for years—avoiding the reminders of his sensei to avoid the worst of the pain.
The Sandaime noted personality quirks developing in the twins that Kakashi had noted himself, which was mildly amusing. Naruto had already been so naughty and playfully loud at age five? The confirmation that Aiko had taken on the responsibility of keeping him in line and the apartment managed at about the same time ached a little, but backed up Aiko's claim that she'd practically raised her brother.
That she had even managed such a feat was astonishing. Kakashi had technically been on his own at a similar age, but he had the structure Minato provided, along with care from some of his father's friends who had not been willing to leave his child alone even when he wanted to be. And Kakashi hadn't been responsible for the care of another human being, either. A child of that age simply shouldn't be equipped to be the caretaker for another child. Kakashi wasn't entirely sure he'd trust himself with such a task now, and he was a grown man.
And that was strange, wasn't it? That one twin was so much more advanced than the other? He'd thought her maturity had been a much later development, but from the sounds of the brief notations of ANBU reports that Hiruzen had apparently found too painful to make for himself, her basic temperament had been established at a frightfully young age.
There seemed to be a bit of a turning point in the notes where the twins were mentioned at about age six, when the Sandaime met them for the first time. Kakashi had to wince at just how tired and depressed Hiruzen had sounded when he wrote about the encounter. Apparently, Naruto had been scarily vulnerable to emotional manipulation from even the most cursory of kindness, a state that had undoubtedly come about because even casual kindness was rare for him.
But it was Aiko who had just about broken Hiruzen's heart with her obvious hostility and attempts to protect Naruto from him. That had to have hurt. Apparently, he'd accepted it as due punishment for failing the twins and their parents (and doubtlessly any number of accumulated guilts) and just did his best to not react to it.
It was rather tragic that Aiko had apparently distrusted a man her parents had trusted implicitly, someone who really did care about the twins even though he was overwhelmed by work and grief. But the Sandaime had seemed to find the silver lining that Aiko was fiercely loyal to and protective of her baby brother.
As the notes went on from book to book, it became clear that Hiruzen had grown to be very fond of Naruto, but it was Aiko who concerned him most at times. The longest excerpt solely about the twins finally gave the last clue—Hiruzen was trying to help her avoid the rapid acceleration and burnout that prodigies often underwent.
'I'm afraid that allowing Aiko early entry into the Academy was a mistake. Luckily, I trust Umino to keep what he has told me in confidence, but the girl doesn't seem to be aware of how unusual her intelligence is. I fear that she could become a poster child against my policy against early graduation if her advanced state becomes clear, but she is simply too young to enter the active forces. I cannot allow it in good conscience, not in a time of peace. Umino has kindly found ways to keep Aiko occupied without entering her into the taijutsu classes, which will hopefully help her avoid excess politicking and notice, using the pretext that she and Naruto are too young to be trained and then unsupervised. No one could seriously argue for the instatement of a genin with no formal taijutsu training. Unfortunately that means poor Naruto must wait another year as well, but I have every confidence that he will succeed nonetheless…'
He didn't allow himself to be bitter that no one had been able to save him from taking on dangerous missions early, or surprised that Aiko had come to him with so little time to learn the actual combat skills. 'Although that does explain why they were lackluster,' he noted dully. She'd improved rapidly with only minimal direction, so it hadn't been lack of talent or work ethic.
'Well, she wasn't exaggerating. I suppose that means I definitely owe her an apology.' Kakashi sighed, neatly closing the book on the table and slumping over. It was positively bizarre to realize that someone he'd thought of as a child until very recently had actually been so mature from an unbelievably young age.
'There's no point in procrastinating any longer.' Kakashi slipped the last books back into the boxes they'd come in and tugged on his sandals, not bothering to lock his door behind him. He had finished Aiko's jutsu the day they had gotten back, aided by proper facilities and the fact that he wasn't hiding jutsu development from understandably paranoid Sand nin. That had been the day before yesterday, but he'd spent almost two full days piecing through those notes for relevant information.
He hadn't been to her home since she had moved, but Kakashi kept track of his students enough that he readily knew where Aiko's home could be found. It wasn't a bad little place, even if it seemed a bit big for a few teenagers. The judgement may not have been a fair one. After all, his family home was three times that size (and hideously expensive to keep in good repair), but he lived in the same tiny apartment he'd gotten at age six or so when it became clear he couldn't stand to live where his father had died. Most people probably used more space than he did, that was all. Privately, he thought that if he lived with two teenage girls, he'd need a house ten times that size.
Aiko was in a strangely good mood when she answered the door, a fact that set a good tone for the upcoming conversation. Perhaps having a chance to spend some time apart had helped defuse the lingering anger she'd apparently had during their deployment. He eye-smiled, tucking a hand into his pocket. "Hello, Aiko-chan. I was hoping to have a talk with you tonight."
'Ah, there's the hesitation I expected,' he thought a bit glumly when she bit at her lower lip and carefully maintained much more distance between them than she used to. Nonetheless she agreed, even if she did try to invite him in. He held up his hands, radiating positivity to outweigh the potential slight. "I'd rather meet you at training ground seven. I'll see you there!" With that, he fled.
Alright, so the plan had been to walk with her so that she knew he wouldn't be late and he could just get this over with, but he'd scuppered that idea when it became clear that she seemed uncomfortable in his presence. It would be counter-productive to exacerbate the situation by putting her on edge before he even had a chance to show her what he'd made for her.
'Sen tsurara', one thousand icicles, didn't have quite the same feel to it as his chidori did or even work in the way he'd originally intended, but he was still pleased with it nonetheless.
"Well, that was fucking weird," Aiko mumbled, blinking at the empty place where her shishou had been until a moment ago. She hadn't expected him to seek her out, but it was probably for the best. Now that she'd calmed down and had her catharthic talk with Tsunade-sama, she had decided it would probably be for the best to be the bigger person and apologize for losing her temper with Kakashi. It wasn't really that his suggestion of the Rasengan had been a terrible idea. If he brought it up again, she would take the instruction gladly.
She took her time getting ready to go. He probably wouldn't be there for hours anyway, even though it was unusual that he'd go to her home to get her and then not bother to accompany her.
'Maybe something's gone wrong,' she realized suddenly, deciding that she could put away what she had been doing later after all.
The hostility was overwhelming as soon as he entered the meeting room, and Itachi involuntarily wondered if this would be the time that Madara finally ended their cat-and-mouse game by killing him. He didn't allow himself to pause in the door or react openly, instead taking his usual seat. After a moment, it became clear that Madara's bad mood wasn't directed at him. He couldn't quite bring himself to be relieved. Today was the day he had to explain why he'd let Sasuke's inappropriate career choice slide for so long—almost two months.
His answer would probably satisfy Madara, but Itachi wasn't pleased himself. He had discarded idea after idea as to how he could force Sasuke to change his mind for his own good, hardening his heart to his own pride and desire to just let the boy be. Sasuke still had a role to play, no matter how odious the necessity was.
That theory didn't satisfy Itachi himself, largely because he suspected that Sasuke could gain the power he needed even by going down such an untraditional path. Itachi had known from a young age that Sasuke possessed the ability to surpass him, even if his genius was less flashy than Itachi's own.
His own reluctance was probably why it had been so difficult to settle on an appropriate course of action—applying the absolute minimum amount of force and trauma to set Sasuke on the right path whilst simultaneously being cruel enough to satisfy Madara's sadism and convince the man that Itachi held no attachment to his otouto.
"I have come to a decision on how best to cope with Sasuke's disobedience."
Obito felt his lips twist into an animalistic sneer against the cool, hard surface of his mask, for once feeling irritated instead of amused by Itachi-kun. Usually it was enjoyable to see the boy attempt to outsmart him while pretending to bow his head in obedience and respect. He'd certainly never thought that a child who represented the best the Uchiha had to offer, the eldest son of that goddamn prick Fugaku no less (the moron who had banished him from the compound before his eyes manifested), would kowtow to him. The irony was delicious.
But not today.
He had been having such fun with his new toys. Sound had needed to be punished—everyone would eventually be punished, but Sound wasn't important enough that they needed to live to witness his glorious revolution. The fact that Hatake-damned-Kakashi had been the one to end his game early by taking out his puppet was infuriating.
Seeing the monster who had murdered Rin (even indirectly through the eyes of that stupid Yakushi boy) had dredged up anger that Obito had barely buried in a shallow grave. What was worse was that the asshole was as smug as he had ever been. Did he even care about what he'd done?
Uninterested in pretending he didn't know that Itachi wished for his death and pined pathetically for his useless little brother's love, Obito turned his face away. "I don't care what you do with the whelp," he growled.
No, Hatake obviously didn't care. He'd even replaced his old team. If Obito could go back and direct Yakushi through the encounter again now that he knew Yakushi was too useless to finish off Hatake even with his guidance, he would have gone for the snot-nosed little brat who had simpered for 'Kakashi-shishou'. The very thought of someone looking up to Hatake filled him with unspeakable rage. How dare that fucking idiot try to keep Hatake from the messy end he deserved? Didn't she know what he'd done to his first team, his real team? Didn't Konoha know what Hatake had done?
'That's why it needs to be changed,' the remnant of Madara's influence in his mind whispered raspily. Obito shook his head to dislodge the thought, uncaring that Itachi's eyes narrowed at the strange movement. He knew that already, he didn't need to be told. 'Konoha is weak and corrupt.' Yes, of course it was.
"Get out!" he bellowed, suddenly sick of Itachi's face. He was sick of all of them, sick of keeping one of Konoha's vipers to his chest no matter how ineffective the boy was.
'Calm yourself,' Madara's voice said, 'He still has a part to play. Isn't it better to get all the use you can out of Konoha's tool?'
Obito had to smile at that thought, not minding the by-now familiar sensation of ruined skin pulling stiffly at the expression. Yes, that was better.
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Hello there! I think I’m one of those peeps who appears to have just randomly ended up here bc my blog is many things, but it is not primarily a kotlc blog, and I show up and like your posts once in a blue moon - I’ve been lurking in the fandom tags for months (and whenever I’m in a lurking phase I’m always hesitant to like or rb things because anxiety is mean) after not really interacting with keeper fandoms for years (I think your analyses were some of the first posts I came across when I was rereading the series) and seeing other people post about my gay elf blorbos is so wonderful :)
Also, getting to the point here - I stayed up past 2 AM reading your fic because it was just. Anskdkfjdklsjf. Incredible. The stars-space-dark-light and finding each other motifs were so poignant and TIERTICE PROPOSAL (especially Prentice being the one to initiate affection and reminiscing and everything because Tiergan is so scared of getting so close just to lose him again and just. Oh my god the tenderness) and Tam rescuing Wylie from the light and them becoming brothers (brothers!!!!) and Linh and Rayni making amends and FAMILY and love and I absolutely love your writing style and this is just sleep deprived gushing but tldr: your blog and writing are wonderful and I hope this doesn’t come off as too weird! -🐳 (not sure if you already have a whale anon?)
Hello! I do not have a whale anon yet! Lurkers and not quite involved people are wonderful, it's so cool to see people who enjoy the same things I do even if you haven't made it practically your entire personality online. I'd put you in the "kinda unexpected but understandable" category, where I wouldn't peg the blog as a kotlc blog but they're involved in enough middle grade/ya fandoms that I can assume they partake in keeper casually.
There's just also this other category of "unexpected and I don't fully understand why you're here." This happens with like poetry and art aesthetic blogs run by adults, where they don't seem like someone who'd read keeper? And that's why most people follow me? But who am I to know their interests? So it perplexes me sometimes. I assume it's gotta do with my popular sibling post or something
But! back to your point! I am so sorry you stayed up late but also so flattered by that at the same time? wdym my silly little fic was worth losing sleep over? that does mean you got to read the fic at the same time the fic was set at though! I think that's fun.
Thank you for all the compliments!! i love the consistency the different motifs bring to each story, it feels like they're all intertwined in a deeper way. Like they're all on similar wavelengths in ways they can't even recognize but we can from the outside. It's so satisfying to write.
And the tiertice proposal! now they can be true antenna husbands <33. Was nervous to write their dynamic because I will be honest, I did absolutely all of it from memory and that memory was not very strong. Did not really pay attention to them at all when reading. And then when I realized "hey I didn't pay attention to them at all maybe I should double check what their dynamic is" I was too far into it and decided no we're winging it. If I just make this really good people will be too busy screaming to notice if they're out of character. I'm very glad I went ahead with my idea to add it (a proposal was NOWHERE in the original plan) because everyone seems to enjoy it if not find it absolutely adorable.
Yes!! Tam rescuing Wylie from the light! I hadn't even realized at first the meaning that could be found in that, I wrote it and only later realized that Wylie had been trying to get away from the light about found comfort in Tam, a shade. But I think it's an interesting comment on the importance of family to the two of them and the bond they've fostered, how something that can be seen as so threatening (all the things in the dark) can be utterly meaningless when it comes to someone you love. They're brothers and fiercely love each other, and it transcends expectations and social norms and they do it so casually. They fell into that life together, and I am. Endlessly fascinated by them.
Then there's Linh and Rayni!! Full disclosure I wasn't a huge Rayni fan going into this fic (she was fine, but I had more appreciation for her when she was Glimmer), but she grew on me. I admire how unapologetic she is, how thoroughly she's cast off her care for what other people think. I'm working towards being like that, but am not nearly as casual about it as she is. That whole section was an experiment with them
and don't worry, none of this comes off as weird at all! I think a lot of people fear they're weirder than they are, and if they are weird they should embrace it more :). I'm absolutely flattered you like my writing style though, so lucky for you I have no intention of stopping writing. Telling stories is so fulfilling I have zero desire to stop! so thank you for the encouragement, which I will use as writing fuel whenever I start up my next project (which is the dialogue prompts, but breaks about to be over and I just wrote that other fic so I'm chilling atm)
#quil's queries#quil's queridos#🐳 nonsie#you know I don't know much about whales#i'm more familiar with giraffes but it's also been a while and a lot of the knowledge is fuzzy#maybe I should indulge 7 year old me who fuckin adored giraffes#i don't actually know why she did but she sure did!#(i refer to past me as she)#do you know much about whales?#maybe I should watch a documentary
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Ok so basically about that comment about the human flower. So that girl is in the visual novel game Your Turn To Die (you've probably heard me talk abt it before, definitely seen me post and reblog abt it I am going insane over it,) and she's called Kanna, and in one of the routes of the game she dies.
So because they're in a death game (self explanatory imo), all participants have these collars on them and they uh. They can do a lot of things! They act as a sort of way to keep anyone from stepping out of line, and in some cases can be used to kill people. One guy called Mishima got his head straight up burned off his body because it heated up to a ridiculous degree (what a unique way of beheading someone!) and they can also explode! Neat! Anyways when Kanna dies in the route she dies in, her collar plants these specific seeds in her that rapidly grow in her body and turn her into a human flower. It is extremely painful. Like. The game is done with drawn sprites and pixel art but god it was pretty horrifying to watch unfold. And if you thought that was bad she uh. She is also a lil twelve year old!
Anyways with that out of the way I'm curious abt that OC you mentioned :3
Oh damn! That's really morbid! D: That's something that would totally keep me up at night! Things like that, like parasites or anything to do with the insides of a person, I really can't deal with!
Sorry for the late reply, I had to gather all of my info on this OC XD His name is Bluebell and I made him with @dremyink06 as a part of an original story called The Bluebells Sound Death, or TBSD for short! (I sometimes call it the Bluebell Saga, since the sequel is called Sunflowers Spring Forth Day)
I'll put brief summary of it under the read more!
The Bluebells Sound Death is set in around the 80s probably, Ink and I haven't fully decided on the date.
The main character is Sun Fowler, who is from a wealthy family and lives in a mansion surrounded by a lush garden he looks after. He finds that his prized bluebells keep getting eaten, so he asks his mother, Rossette, what animals would eat bluebells. He soon finds out bluebells are poisonous and goes out to figure out what had been eating his bluebells.
He soon comes across a guy lying down in his bluebell field, hiding from him. They introduce themselves and he finds out Scilan Dumort, some random guy who lives next door, has been eating his bluebells as his late mother told him that it would heal him. By the fact that he wasn't dead yet, Sunflower believes him. and invites him over for a proper dinner.
They find out they go to the same school and become very good friends, along with a girl at school named Poppy. Both Poppy and Sun nickname Scilan, Bluebell, thanks to his love for eating bluebells.
Eventually, Sun learns that Bluebell has had a curse since birth thanks to his parents' knowledge of witchcraft. They died to the curse while Scilan has a few years to live. The bluebells act as a remedy and keep him from dying but he didn't even realise he had a curse. His mother had simply advised him to eat bluebells every day.
Not only was he just a weird person in general, but Bluebell was constantly bullied for being gay. Late in the story, he confessed to Sunflower, but Sunflower mistook the confession as a joke and got arrogant about it. Heartbroken, Bluebell took the lonely path home. But, he began coughing out flowers on the way and he soon falls. Sunflower ran after him to actually say that he loved him but found Bluebell dying in the bluebell garden. Sun mourned his death. As they say goodbye Bluebell tells Sun to feed him a bluebell but Sun refuses, thinking there would be a way to fix this. In the end, Bluebell eats it and passes soon after.
Luckily, Bluebell comes back later as a ghost thanks to their strong love. But, he is completely covered in bluebells thanks to where he died and from eating bluebells. But don't worry, they live happily together :D
The blue haired guy is him as a ghost in Miitopia with his friend from another original series! (And me in the top left and Ink's OC Morty in the top right XD)
This all started out as a Caejose Hanahaki RP that spiralled way out of control! I actually have the original version of the Hanahaki AU written out, but it was when Ink and I were new to the fandom so I'd like to rewrite it someday.
I also wrote a song for this series! Maybe I'll post it sometime? Who knows XD
But yeah! That's a quick summary of TBSD!
#bluebell my beloved#i remember writing a very descriptive death for bluebell#very sad#then i mistyped and wrote 'like a grap vine growing' instead of grape#and it totally wrecked the mood XD#thanks for asking abt tbsd fhgjgfh#tbsd#my ocs#answer box
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Have you heard Cande is demi?? But she's kinda lying about it because she has a friend with benefit or something.
I've only heard that from like one person, but I did look it up if there was anything about it.
Apparently she said this on some podcast?
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While I do understand a bit of spanish, it's not enough for me to really be able to understand much of anything what they're saying here, and I don't have the energy to try to find when in the hour long conversation she said it. But it's quoted in the title, so like... she must've said it.
Apparently Cande has said a lot of things on this podcast and it's hard to me to comment on anything, much because I am not fluent in spanish and thus cannot confirm if she phrased things the way people say she did. It's also that, in a podcast, you often don't have any script, which means occasionally you phrase something wrong or say something out of the blue that you haven't really thought through, just like when you're having conversations irl - and when you're famous, people are more ready to just hang up on anything you say. But I won't say she hasn't said anything that's been a bit iffy or off - it's very possible she has, but I just can't confirm or deny it cause... I just don't understand enough of the language to know for sure how she may have meant it.
But, I will say this: If she says that she is demi, then she is. No one else can tell otherwise. That's only something she can know. And so if she has a "friend with benefit" it's not like demisexual people can't feel... sexual attraction? And maybe she feels a deep connection with him (I got confirmed it was a man). We don't know anything and frankly, it's not our business. I've heard some people say "oh but she is clearly straight and fakes being demi" ?????????? that's not- ok. That's saying a bi person is "clearly straight/gay because they're dating someone of the opposite/same sex". Sexuality is fluid too and everyone experiences it differently. Sexualities aren't just the textbook definition and everyone experiences it differently. We don't know what her relationship with demisexuality is. Labels doesn't mean we are forced to think and act inside a box either.
I've heard some people call it "queerbaiting" which it absolutely is not. Does she market herself with this identity and make money out of it when she's actually "lying"? Is she a creator who markets and hits at a same sex relationship without showing it? No? Then it's not queerbaiting. Search that word up.
I can't say much about other things she's apparently said in this podcast, but with this? It feels like people who says it's a "red flag" that she "doesn't seem demi when she says she is" really are just mad about other things she's said and have decided that this is a bad thing too simply because "if a person is morally wrong they can't be anything but cishet and if they aren't cishet, then they are lying".
Again, can't comment on other stuff she's said, but with this, if she says she considers herself demisexual then she fucking is, it's not up to us to decide.
#also people who thinks she's 'lying' about her sexuality are basically all on twitter#and I don't trust twitter#i avoid twitter like the plague
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Someone on TikTok told me I hate men they could tell from my content (I have a video from me playing the sims, one video mentioning I'm a lesbian, then the next fifteen videos are about Halloween costume ideas and media I've watched, and I doubt he watched more than one video so) and that I was wishing them violence bc they're a man (I didn't know their gender until that comment) bc I said "have the day you deserve".
He also told me my whole personality was being gay bc of my username and content (same username - a reference to YJ for those who don't know) and that I've never experienced violence in my life and I'm a poser for not being native to NYC and I "moved here and dyed my hair blue" (it's purple, I haven't had a/my natural hair color since like 2008), that he's been out longer than me bc he's been out 15 years (so have I), and that I am misandrist bc I said MGK is trash and that we know this bc of past racism and suggestive comments he made toward minors. He also said me and OP were victimizing Megan Fox (who I did mention has said she never came forward about being harassed/abused before the me too movement bc no one would believe her).
He did suggest therapy but I thought since he knew so much about me he'd know I've been receiving mental health care since I was 11???? Anyway. I'm the angry one of the two of us, apparently, and he's not a lesbophobic misogynist I'm simply a misandrist which is "just as ugly" as misogyny.
EDIT: since they "watched my content" they're obviously antisemitic and ableist by their own logic.
#just had to write this out bc it was a wild ride im still trying to process#the autism in me is like 'where is he getting this info about me that is untrue' as though people always use reason and logic
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Kytober day 14: It’s me… It’s your Sam… Don’t you know your Sam?
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[ID: A digital drawing of Frodo and Sam from Lord of the Rings. The upper section shows Frodo leaning over Sam, holding a short-sword and crying. Frodo is a hobbit with dark hair, pale skin and gray eyes. He is wearing a green cape, a white shirt, a brown vest and a golden ring around his neck. “I’ll cut your throat. That’ll shut you up” is written at the bottom of this section. In the background there is a wall and a ruined city in front of the mountains.
The lower section shows Sam lying on the floor crying, with the tip of a short-sword on his throat. Sam is a hobbit with blonde hair, light skin and green eyes. He is wearing a green cape, a white shirt and a beige vest. “You’re beautiful, Mr. Frodo” is written at the bottom of this section. End ID]
#Lord of the Rings#LotR#Frodo Baggins#Sam Gamgee#Samwise Gamgee#Samfro#The Two towers#Look that's just what that scene is#my art#Kyber Bonsai#Day 14 aka how I spen a whole day recreating a meme#rip to me#tolkientober#maybe!#to the person who just commented *they're not gay* out of the blue:#sorry babe your comment got deleted <3#Also that in the description is a tolkien quote#and Sam called Frodo's face beautiful in the books#and I've never said they're gay in this post???#maybe they are tho#glad you brought it up babe <3#also glad you care so much about male friendships#and the fact that calling your buddy beautiful should be normal and encouraged <3
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gen: LOCK season 2 wouldn't feel so frustrating to me if I didn't like so many of the concepts and the ideas it has. There is something good, buried among this uneven, rushed, janky, grimdark mess we've gotten with this first half.
There are ways to gray the morality of the fairly black and white setup we got in the first season, but retcons, character assassinations, and just making everyone into an asshole is not the most compelling way to do so. Marin, for example. I love characters who cross lines and make hard decisions and have to reconcile with that. But that does not feel like what they're doing with her. It just comes across like her seeing the "don't do war crimes" line and gleefully jumping over it. This wouldn't be as much of an issue if it was how she was presented before but it isn't. There has been no reconciling.
There are ways to mature the show beyond upping the sex and gore. Those two things wouldn't be an issue necessarily if it didn't feel like such a tryhard attempt to go "oh, look at us, we're AdultTM". I get what they were trying to do with the two sex scenes- for the Miranda one, she's detached and desensitized, and can't find pleasure in things she used to anymore, becoming increasingly focused on the war and caring about little else. We didn't need a graphic sex scene with porn-worthy dialogue to convey that, and it's not like we as an audience have anything to contrast it with, we have basically nothing of Miranda enjoying herself (sexually or otherwise) in previous episodes. Even the scene with Chase's family feels like a stretch (though I haven't rewatched season 1 since it came out).
The scene with Kazu and Val has a bit more weight and is more justified as a sex scene, with Kazu exploring his identity, though I must confess I didn't totally get the angle they were going with, I got that it had to do with him learning to be vulnerable but I couldn't tell if they were trying to lean more into gender or sexuality, or both? (I'm a straight cis man with little experience in these matters, I'll admit, so it's quite likely stuff flew over my head here) However it's all immediately undercut by killing Kazu at the end. So many people, especially queer people, have said it before and better, but Bury Your Gays is a horrendous trope and it can fuck right off, not to mention it feels like a way to just shock the audience rather than feeling earned or compelling. And sure, people die randomly, horrifically, and tragically all the time in real life, especially in war, and this can work, but it's not always compelling storytelling and we didn't need a main character death to get that point across. And if Kazu is brought back, that could end up being even more detrimental to the story. If it's a fakeout and he recovers, well, the scene was framed as a death so the show just up and lied to the audience and manipulated our emotions in a way that isn't fun or interesting. If they restore him from a backup or something, then that'll probably undo all his character development from this episode and that'll either be ignored or have to be redone, and I really cannot see a situation where this works.
There are ways to dent or even break the bonds of a found family (and personally I like bringing them back stronger as part of the conflict resolution) but making it seem like everyone hates each other out of the blue is not interesting, especially with the strong bond the team developed in Season 1.
There are ways to comment on and explore issues like climate change, using the internet for escapism, the horrors of war, religious fanaticism, capitalism, transhumanism, gender and sexuality, and I'm sure there are ways that you could comment on all of these effectively within an eight episode season of a tv show.
gen:LOCK season 2 just isn't.
#gen:lock spoilers#gen:lock#criticism#i want to love this so much and i want to admire what it's doing#but I can't
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*puts aluminum foil hat on* Let’s talk Kingcrabshipping.
(This is obviously just my take on it. You’re welcome to disagree or share YOUR views as well!)
I personally think Jack has an unrequited crush on Yusei. Nothing he would act upon. But it’s there, at least I believe it to be there, and I think it’s really cute.
"Look at them. They're probably shipping us as we speak."
Elaboration under the cut.
So the first time Jack and Yusei interact in the series, it’s evident that jack, the guy who wouldn’t stop reminding us he was king every waking moment of his life until he wasn’t that anymore, seemed to think of Yusei as somewhat of an equal. Sure, he seemed to be certain he was going to win, but he never failed to show his acknowledgement of Yusei’s skills.
At the time, that was all there was to it. Jack was obviously the rival character, and that’s about it. Maybe he wasn’t as gay for the main character as Kaiba and Manjoume were.
Oh but he was.
And he is.
And he will be.
Hear me out on this one.
The first time I thought Jack’s crush was showing was during the helicopter scene, in which Carly deliberately disrespected Yusei to lure Jack into speaking.
WHICH FUCKING WORKED.
It basically went
Carly: *says something bad about Yusei*
Jack: UM NO *goes on an exposition monologue about yusei’s backstory and how there’s more to him than meets the eye*
Wasn’t it a bit weird that the first time we hear of Yusei’s backstory, was through Jack?
Unlike with crow…which I’m gonna make a whole post about later, I can’t see Jack having purely platonic feelings for Yusei. There’s a bit of a crush mixed in too.
And another thing that stood out was the fact that it was Jack who snapped Yusei put of his misery as he briefly wallowed over kiryu. I mean he did it by punching him, but it seemed to work. After all, Jack knows Yusei well.
NOW HE'RE ANOTHER GAY SITCH
When Yusei is occupied with his and Bruno’s program, we get to see a more jealous side of Jack. It’s honestly what confirmed the crush thing to me.
Crow didn’t seem to mind it as much, although he’s supposedly the more hot-headed one. Rua was pretty chill with it, even pointing out that they were “like lovebirds”. And Ruka was cool as well.
But Jack and Aki? Oh they were N O T very fine. They were pretty pissed at this new pretty blue-haired boy Yusei’s been ignoring them for.
Rua seemed to only point out Aki’s jealousy, but I think that just goes back to his sister’s earlier comment, which kinda pissed me off, “You only say that about a man and a woman”
Had she not said that, I think Rua may have been able to conclude that Jack was jealous as well. But that’s besides the point.
What also seemed to stand out to me was Jack’s constant violence and aggression towards Bruno, more so than with the rest of the gang.
We’ve already established that Bruno is…far from platonic with Yusei. At least far enough not be labelled a “just a friend”.
Did that have anything to do with Jack’s behavior Towards him?
I choose to believe so!
What about yusei? Do I think he has a crush on Jack as well?
I would have to say no. I doubt he does. Yes, he cares for him a lot, but I can’t help but think he views him as a friend. A really close one, but that’s about it.
When comparing the way Yusei acted with Kiryuu, or even bruno, with the way he acts towards Jack, It seemed very platonic in comparison, no? Though I am way too biased towards Treasonshipping, so maybe that's that side of me speaking.
But the other way around, Comparing Jack’s interactions with everyone, including Carly may I add, to his with Yusei, a very loud part of my head screams UNREQUITED CRUSH UNREQUITED CRUSH.
So uh to end this. JACK HAS A CRUSH ON YUSEI, BUT I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING HAPPENING BEYOND IT.
BAM HAVE THIS SCREENSHOT ANYWAY.
#Oh right and that one time jack looked into the distance thinking about Yusei#jack atlas#Yusei fudo#kingcrabshipping#SO THEY GET A PROPER SHIP NAME BUT MANJOUME AND JUDAI STILL GET A SEQUEL-SOUNDING ONE HUH#OKAY#yugioh 5d's#For clarification I see crow and yusei as literal brothers so- nope not romantic to me
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TERFs talk about desexualizing people as if its just whining about not finding a partner and not a removal of something that our cultural sees as crucial to our humanity and takes part in our dehumanization.
(Desexualizing is basically taking away the thought that someone can or be sexual and/or removing the sexual quality of someone).
There was a study going around that said a large percentage of the population wouldn't date trans people. It was going around with terfs, and most of them made fun of it.
It was this one: "Across a sample of heterosexual, lesbian, gay, bisexual, queer, and trans individuals, 87.5% indicated that they would not consider dating a trans person"
We're told that our bodies are too gross to have sexual relations with. Our genitalia works differently with HRT, and its described as disgusting and unattractive. We're talked to about our genitalia by transphobic assholes randomly and out of the blue, like our private parts aren't even private.
Complaints about this are shoved to the side because "I don't Have to date or have sex with Anyone"
No, you don't! But thats not the fucking point!
The point is addressing the stigma that comes with being transgender and the stigma around trans bodies. It has little to nothing to do with you besides asking why you have so much hatred and disgust for bodies that are different than yours.
And before I get ridiculous remarks like "because you're forcing people to date sexes that their not attracted to!" I've seen these comments applied to dating trans people when that person would date them if they never transitioned. I've seen bi people say that they don't want to date trans people because of our bodies.
And the main reason why I am using the term bodies and not sex characteristics, is because desexualization isn't exclusive to trans people. I was ignorant to desexualization being an actual Thing until hearing about it talked about with disabled people. In fact, you know that stat earlier about only dating trans people?
"A 2008 poll for the Observer found that 70% of those surveyed would not have sex with a disabled person." Please tell me you wouldn't make fun of that and call us disabled people incels because we pointed this out. Heres something more recent to point out that disabled people are less desirable in romantic relationships as a whole. To fit more with the overall dating comparison.
And I may not be intersex, but God, do you know how shitty it must feel to hear about how you're not as good as cis perisex people because you have different sex characteristics? Trans people are not the only ones with different hormone levels or different genitalia, yet thats whats mentioned when someone would never want to date a trans person. Those things can and do apply to intersex individuals as well on top of their own struggles with desexualization.
Tldr: Complaining about relationship barriers isn't something "people who need to feel like they're oppressed" do. Its an actual issue that affects more than just trans people. Don't dismiss it.
#notaterftip#not sarcasm#anti terf#terf#radfem#gender critical#radical feminism#radical feminist#long post
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First thing: I'm using a throwaway account because bibros and Jared stans love doxxing people and cyberbully small blogs and even if they only came on my blog whining I don't want to interact with them at all and I don't want to block them because they're entertainment. Second, I'm sending this to you because you seem an expert in fandom dynamics.
So according to you why the SPN shippers on Tumblr are politically polarized? I've noticed most of the Destiellers and Misha fans are very progressive, left-leaning or leftist, so much that some misha fans are getting over him because they see him as too moderate.
While among Wincesties, bibros and JarPad fans there are some big blogs that are openly conservative, with some strong leaning into alt-right rhetorics, white supremacism, homophobia, anti-feminism, Putin unironic loving, TERF bs, etc
Why?
Intuitively I'd say a slash shipper isn't anti-gay so they have to be progressive in a way, but Wincesties ship a slash ship too. Besides, a queer or queer-friendly person hasn't to like every slash ship in the world, so it's legit to be queer or queer-friendly and anti-Destiel.
Is it only because of Misha? His political exposure attracted liberal and leftist folks and conservative ones went on the other side out of spite? Are there in the "bibro plots" in the show some dog whistles that attract right-wingers?
Did it start with one or two alt right big blogs (example: Diane) that attracted other ones?
Until the anti-queer Cas rant, JarPad did never look conservative to me so I don't think he attracted alt right stans for his own "merits".
I have to say also Jensen has A LOT of white supremacist fans, under his post for BLM (a very bland one) 98% of the comments were whining and screaming All lives matter, but they're dudebros who aren't on Tumblr. I think all actors have this big nerd dudebro fanbase but the ones who are very openly liberal or leftist, so I can kinda explain Jensen's fanbase, but alt right Jared stans tumblers puzzle me.
I've never believed in generalizing shippers' personalities and worldviews so I'm kinda surprised.
PS Sending a hug to progressive bibros and Jared fans who are exposing the n*zi and alt-right scum.
Are you talking about this Jensen BLM post? (x) I gotta say, I'm not seeing the volume of ALM people inferred in the ask. Even when Misha posted stuff like that, he got a few randos trying to shut celebrities up. Every celeb gets them to some point..
When it comes down to it, SPN was a show Pedowitz loved to brag about having a split demographic of red/blue (though what counted as that wasn't true 50-50, it has to do with TV watching demographics which is a bit trickier). Summarily, more Red voters watched SPN than other non-reality/news shows, which tends to be where Red viewers watch. It also expressed a heavily white, non-urban demographic (that is to say, while it's heavily viewed in cities, it also is unusually high in rural areas.)
This was part of the balancing act Pedo and CW pulled with SPN and why progress was like kicking water uphill.
misha was always openly more progressive, and yes, associated with an authentic queer ship. Not to stereotype, but incest and the like is considered "passable" in predominantly red, conservative areas. Like. That's why there's jokes about Alabama, Mississippi etc. Like it's just known. Incest thrives in conservative areas, for whatever fucked up social reason.
So you take the base of this show trying to appeal to both sides. You add in some weirdos that legit get off on incest and inevitably have red-skewed views. You get others in their lanes accepting them (all ships ok, or swallowing it for access to content, etc) without saying anything, so that anchors, then boom. In comes a non-incest ship that has actual chemistry too and isn't just... IDK. Warping very common fraternal displays of affection for a kink. Some of these people LEGIT ARGUED like "well incest is legal in state, state, and country! So it's OK!" and none of their people went OK WOW YOU ARE LEAVING THE REALM OF FANFIC WTF they just let it slide. And all their other views with it.
Add in Misha's blue lean and yeah, of course, progressives by and large flock that way. In the other lane you have people that SIGNAL as being progressive, like kelios RTing progressive candidates, but then turning around and unwittingly using nothing but a pile of alt right dog whistles in their dialogue--because they've accepted it in their lane in the name of trying to enter a ship war there's no competition in. It's normalized, to the point they don't even perceive it. Progressives in that lane have surrendered their values, their ability to spot gross alt right shit and call it out, in the name of trying to slapfight over a ship.
So no, I don't really feel any pity for them either. They chose that. They could have stepped out, or could have called out, or could have acted for 15 years but they just let it become the norm. And after everyone pointed out the dialogue overlap, and pointed at The Silent Majority and Make Supernatural Great again and they just blamed The Hellers, they don't get to act surprised all this time later about it. Like. It was obvious as fuck guys. Your entire lane is full of maga dialogue, white supremacist undertones, and mountains of queerphobia you let pass by. Nobody outside of their lane is surprised. They had. A million chances. To stop it. And didn't. Because they wanted to pretend they had a foot in a ship war. And that's what was more important to them.
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My random thoughts about Heathers the musical (yes i just watched it today)
Okay first of all, J.D needs professional helps (i only realized this when i read the comments and it took me so long to realize: his dad doesn't take good care of him, his mom's death traumatized him and he doesn't have any friend at all)
The beautiful's ending reminds me of chip on my shoulder's ending (come on it's the same guy who wrote the music for both musicals)
Yes a lot of songs in this remind me of other legally blonde and mean girls songs. ( lifeboat and what's wrong and me; big fun and whose house is this; kindergarten boyfriend and ireland; fight for me and stupid with love etc.)
why all the songs is so CATCHY? (they shouldn't make inappropriate songs that catchy)
"You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer" OMGG ELLE WOODS EMMETT FORREST IS THAT YOU????? (i couldn't stop myself sorry)
Veronica sweetie calm down don't you think that it would be too fast to break into your crush's house and have sex with him and you just talked to him like 2 times before?
IT'S SO AWKWARD TO WATCH THE WHOLE DEAD GIRL WALKING PERFORMANCE my dream role was Veronica until that part soooo now it's Heather Chandler
Singing dead girl walking (maybe while doing the choreography whatever) with my future husband is now in my bucket list. Idk but it would be fun i guess
How did Veronica find J.D's address? WE NEVER KNOW-
YEAH MARTHA IS STILL THE MOST INOCENT PERSON! She can't get over the past when she was happy :(
"My problem is myriad!-I wAS HaVING mY PERIod...HEHeheHEhehHEHEH HEEEEEEEEHeeeee hm OH MYY GOODD"
i really like the idea to let H. Chandler, Kurt and Ram haunt Veronica, like it shows Veronica's thoughts and feelings beside the diary, and it lets actors and actresses more time on stage/onscreen time!
Blue is stuck in my head and i-
My dead gay son is pretty good tbh but both of their dads were coming out (it's pretty weird), what's about their moms? They're supposed to be dead right? Or they will come out and become a couple later oops
AGAIN the funeral outfits are so goooood (and Ram, Kurt and H. Chandler attended the funeral omg)
Heather Duke/ Alice Lee needs a real solo! (i know they did this on purpose to highlights "no discernible personality" line and West End production actually has one but still)
Just 3 words: The red scrunchie.
Heather Chandler is a ICON no matter she's dead or not and no one can change my mind.
Heather Chandler can insult me and i would thank her.
AWW HEATHER MCNAMARA.
The explore scene is impressive wow.
Some lines is iconic so i will make a post about them later :)
i need to watch the West End production btw.
J.D and Veronica is cute at first but after all it's still toxic and ehh.
Wow everyone is so amazing and talented! (ok don't judge me but the understudy who plays J.D was pretty hot ngl)
I really like the curtain call!
Also Ryan McCartan singing dead girl walking is a masterpiece.
A pretty fun experience to watch this musical overall. I would give it 7.5/10!
#heathers musical#heathers#heathers the musical#musical theatre#musical#silly post#musical thoughts#jason dean#veronica sawyer#heather mcnamara#heather chandler#martha dunnstock#heather duke#musical review
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