#very few movies come out of the back with a false fact in the very first sentence

[dragongirl642]

The eyes are the windows to the soul (part 2)

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Cameron, or Not-Cameron as you've started calling him in your head, has been nothing but wonderful to you. Warm. Caring. Loving. He treats you like a diety or gift he doesn't feel he deserves.

After realising that Cameron had been replaced, you made the split-second decision to act like nothing was wrong. Hopefully, you had surmised, that would lull Not-Cameron into a false sense of security and allow you to investigate where the real Cameron was. After all, in every horror movie you'd ever watched with monsters taking the place of people, they only ever seem to turn violent and start going after the heroes once their disguise has been broken.

At first you assumed the worst, but none of your internet searches turned up any unidentified dead bodies or missing person reports in your area.

You don't know what happened to the real Cameron, and you can hardly ask your neighbours or his friends.

Not-Cameron seems to have access to the real Cameron's memories. None of your "innocent" questioning had caused them to slip up or give anything away. They've been going to work at the investment firm and even going out for drinks with his friends in Cameron's place. No one has reported any strange occurrences and none of his work colleagues have called you to ask about "strange behaviour".

Everything has been surprisingly normal.

A few of their mannerisms even appear to be improvements on the original's behaviour. Not-Cameron remembers your favourite drink and muffin combo when they bring home takeout, asking how your day was and letting you vent about that one annoying customer who can't follow instructions. They flip your pillow to the cold side before bed every night. They compliment your outfits, eyes wide in awe (a little too wide but you try not to let the fact that you're freaking out show on your face). They ask you for permission every single time they want to be intimate or even give you a kiss, and they don't throw a fit or get angry when you refuse intimacy with the excuse that you are tired, they ask how you're feeling and what they can do to help and if you would be willing to compromise with holding hands or watching a movie together.

But they still act like Cameron. His mannerisms, his voice, his opinions all sound the same. They prefer action and detective thrillers to chick flicks, sweet over spicy, comfortable clothes over tight ones...just like the real Cameron.

Whatever Not-Cameron is, they seem to be committed to pretending to be your boyfriend long-term.

Some key things are very different, Not-Cameron is very touchy, one hand always hovering over you just waiting for permission, (you can tell they're holding back from something).

They seem to be working towards making friends with some of their work colleagues, people the real Cameron called annoying gannets.

They also got into a fight with some of Cameron's drinking buddies. You only found out because your neighbour's son happens to work at their favourite bar; as it turns out, Not-Cameron got into a fist-fight with two of his oldest friends, from what bystanders could tell, his friends had mentioned something about a "planned break-up", "a bet" and a "wet rag of a person"...and Not-Cameron flew into a rage.

They'd come back to the house late that night. They had seemed completely fine for someone who had been in a fight, but when you tentatively questioned what happened, they suddenly started apologising, saying they just love you so much, and miraculously gained a cut lip and bruised ribs when you weren't looking. They also looked at you with an exact replica of Cameron's puppy-dog eyes when asking if you would "kiss it better".

Not-Cameron is the boyfriend you wish the real Cameron had been, (the one you thought he was in the beginning).

However, there have been many strange occurrences after his arrival.

Voices in the house when no-one else is home, calling your name or reminding you to check your phone.

Strange clicking and cracking sounds in the night.

Shadows moving in the corner of your eye or a face hovering in the upper corner of doorways that is gone when you turn to look at it directly.

But even these strange occurances don't scare you too much.

Nothing has sought to harm you, and the few times you've tripped or burnt yourself when cooking due to being spooked by one of the occurrences, Not-Cameron acted extra sweet and apologetic those evenings, all for no particular reason he would say.

Even Not-Cameron himself sometimes slips up. You catch a glimpse of Not-Cameron's horrifying grinning countenance out of the corner of your eye, sometimes you swear you see their bones crack and shift under the skin when they move, and a few times during evening cuddles, (a new ritual you feel you can't get out of for fear they'll realise you know they're not the real Cameron), you could have sworn you caught them purring. Not to mention, about once a week, they disappear for the entire night and only return in the morning, you never hear the key in the door or them leaving and you never hear them return either.

Three months after Not-Cameron arrived you started believing you would never know what happened to the real Cameron. All lines of investigation had gone cold and you couldn't prod more for fear Not-Cameron would suddenly turn violent if he was exposed.

Sometimes you feel yourself slipping into the dream, believing that maybe all those quiet prayers were answered and Cameron has returned to the fun and loving man you fell for, but then the sight of those cold silvery eyes brings you back to reality. This is not Cameron, this is something else.

So far, your only place of complete privacy is in the bathroom. Occurrences don't occur when you're in there with the door shut, and Not-Cameron always asks permission to enter.

It seems Not-Cameron respects your boundaries, something the real Cameron sometimes struggled with.

A small quiet thought echoes, so loud, in your mind. A thought so sweet and hopeful, a thought that burns you from the inside and yet makes you feel light and giddy.

You almost hope the real Cameron never comes home.

Bile rises in your throat and you immediately turn and drop to your knees by the toilet.

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#doppelganger #doppelganger x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster x you #mimic x reader #shapeshifter x reader #shapeshifter #mimic #the eyes are the windows to the soul

[strangersatellites]

ask and you shall receive !! part two of tarot-verse !! read part one here !!

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“Robs, do you really think this is going to work?”

“Well normally I would say yes. It's pretty straight-forward and I don’t think you’re leaving a lot of room for misinterpretation. But at the same time, Eddie has been demonstrating some particularly impressive levels of obliviousness when it comes to the way you go all goo-goo eyes at him.”

Steve opens his mouth to dispute her claim, he does not go all goo-goo eyes at him, but gets cut off.

“That and the fact that he’s all in his head over a scenario he literally made up. So I don't know, it might be hopeless.”

Steve just blinks for a second.

“Wow. Thank you, Robin, for that very motivating pep talk.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I am feeling much more confident now, that's really great.”

She huffs on the other end of the line. “Well, I just mean that-”

He holds up a hand even though she can’t see him. “No, no. I got it.” He perks up at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway. “Hey, he’s here Robbie. I gotta go.”

Robin's screech has him pulling the phone away from his ear. “Good luck, dingus!”

“Thanks Robs. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hangs up and wipes his, now clammy, hands on the front of his jeans and psychs himself up.

“Come on Steve. Be cool.”

A musical knock that Steve would know anywhere sounds through the foyer and he has to tamp down the smile threatening to split his face. This is serious.

He swings open the door just as Eddie’s hand is poised to knock again and cuts him off before he can even start to speak.

“Okay. I know I asked you to come over so we could smoke and watch that movie you like but can I show you something first?”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but his smile doesn’t drop.

“Course, Stevie. Why so serious? What did you do, rob a bank?” He asks, shouldering his way past and making his way to the living room and hopping over the back of the couch.

Steve knows the moment Eddie sees them. His shoulders stiffen up and his breath catches. Steve hurries to placate.

“Hey, I know. I’m sorry just-” If he runs his hand through his hair again it's going to go flat but he can't break the habit. “Just let me show you?”

Eddie settles back into the couch and gives Steve a quick nod.

Steve takes a breath and grabs his stack of cards from the coffee table and settles on the other end of the couch.

Okay, Steve. Just like you rehearsed.

Another deep breath.

“Two summers ago Robin told me she wanted to learn how to read tarot. She bought a deck and tried to learn on her own, but she had a hard time memorizing what all of them meant.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “No shit. Shit’s hard.”

Steve laughs too. “Yeah, I know that now. But, she had a hard time with it so I told her I would learn and help her practice. And I did. And she got really good at it and she brought them everywhere and she did readings for people constantly. But then she eventually got bored and stopped.”

Eddie shifts and uncrosses his arms. Finally looks less like he’s ready to bolt.

“What, do you just have like a rolodex of stuff you’ve learned for Robin that she doesn’t care about anymore?”

“I think of it more like an old toybox.” This gets a laugh out of Eddie. “But this one– this one stuck with me. I forgot about it for a while but a while back, a few days pre-vecna oddly enough, I pulled a reading for myself and I wanted to show you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between his own for a beat. He tilts his head a bit.

“I would love to see it, Stevie. But I’m not understanding what was so urgent about this. I thought it was gonna be about the whole,” he waves his hand around while he talks, “you watching me make myself look stupid the other day.”

Steve hates the dejected tone his voice has taken on behind his false bravado.

“It is! I mean, I’ve never thought you looked stupid. But, I mean I kind of goaded you into it, just– just let me talk you through this and I promise it’ll all make sense.”

Eddie sits back again. “Okay sweetheart. Wow me.”

Steve takes a deep breath because this part is a bit like baring his soul to Eddie.

“So when I pulled this reading. I was feeling really confused about what was in store for me. I decided to dust off my cards and see what happened.”

He pulls four cards right off the top of the deck and lays them out face down. Flips the first one.

Judgement.

“I got judgement first. Now, I know you know what it means, but I’m going to tell you my interpretation.”

When Steve looks back up at him, Eddie’s got his chin propped in his hand and the stars back in his eyes.

“Judgement told me to stop looking for things in the same places I’d always looked. That I should look somewhere different. Now granted I didn’t know what that meant yet, but it was just the start.”

Flips the second card.

The Moon.

“You would think that maybe I would’ve taken the hint with this one. It’s the one that tells you, ‘Hey! Stop lying to yourself! Listen to your intuition!’ But still I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean either.”

He skips ahead and flips the last card and Eddie looks confused and goes to flip the third card himself.

“Call me crazy, Stevie, but I think you skipped one.”

Steve bats his hand away.

“Shut up. I know that, but there’s an order to this story.”

Eddie puts his hands up in a gesture of innocence and Steve taps the fourth card.

The Lovers.

“This one made me finally start to piece this one together. Maybe I needed to start looking for a different type of girl, ya know? Clearly I was gonna fall in love and I needed to start looking in new places for whoever it was.”

He brings his eyes up to meet Eddie’s.

“Maybe a farmer’s market.”

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh.

“But this last card had me so confused because it didn’t fit into this lineup at all. In my experience, when a card doesn’t really fit, it might need to be read more literally. And I found out later that this one was meant to be taken very literally. Like, very.”

He flips the final card.

The Devil.

“Because a few days later, I met you.”

Eddie squints at him, but he's smiling.

“That feels like an insult, babe.”

Steve can literally feel his cheeks flush at Eddie’s effortless flirting.

“Okay, well I can only think of one person who was accused of devil-worship in this town, so.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie nods.

“And I had this stupid big crush on you before I even remembered the reading. When I did it got so much worse. And then, last weekend, I saw your cards and I thought it would be fun to see what kind of reading you would pull for me. Thought maybe that would be my chance to tell you how I felt. I was going to wait for you to tell me about whatever you pulled and then tell you I knew that already.”

Eddie shifts to sling an arm around Steve’s shoulder and lets him finish.

“But then I saw those cards and I knew you were making stuff up and I thought it was because you didn't want it to be you.”

Eddie’s face falls for a second before Steve bumps their noses together.

“But then you were being so weird at the farmer’s market so I talked to Robs about it and she told me we're both stupid.”

Steve feels more than he hears Eddie’s laugh.

“I would have to agree with Birdie on that one. Steve, has anybody ever told you you have an insane poker face?”

Steve hides his face and laughs.

“No, that's a new one.”

Eddie puts on his most dramatic voice again.

“Well allow me to be the first. Because that was a phenomenal performance. I had no idea that you knew I was talking out of my ass.”

“Well you do that a lot anyway, so.”

Eddie squawks and shoves Steve to fall backwards until he’s in his space, looking down with a blinding smile.

“So, cards tell you anything about a first date?”

Steve’s hands settle around Eddie’s waist and his eyes dart around his face.

“We could ask. But I can think of a better way to spend our time.”

Eddie bends down and nips at the side of Steve’s jaw, hums.

“Yeah? Hm. I think it might be worth an ask.”

Steve huffs and brings his his hands to either side of his face to tug him down.

“Shut up.”

Eddie’s laughing the first time their lips meet.

He bites and tugs at Steve’s bottom lip to get his attention.

“I can’t believe you called me the devil.”

Steve’s eyes are hazy and his smile lazy.

“Yeah but you’re my devil.”

Eddie laughs and leans down to peck at the corner of his mouth.

“And you’re my magician.”

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[nicksbestie]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write a luke fic idea i had :))

sooo i have a tally tat and i was thinking about what it would be like if you took luke with you to get a tattoo but you won't tell him what it is until you're getting it done and it happens to be the tatty tattoo (kinda the same style as his but on the side of your hip) ORRR maybe you already have one and it's his reaction to seeing it for the first time. either way i just knowwwww he would lose it in the best way if he found out you had a piece of him become a piece of you

thank u bff!!

Tally Tattoo

word count : 1713

warnings : general tattoo stuff, discussion of needles

enjoy!

<3

Tattoos were a big piece of your life, loving to get important things inked onto you so that you could remember it forever.

The question of “you know that’s permanent, right?” or “what if you stop liking them or that thing and then it’s stuck on you forever?” never really bothered you, because you knew that if something was a big enough deal for you to get a tattoo of it, that you could always look back on it and remember just how much it meant to you at the time, fond memories would fill your mind. 

So, if there was something that meant enough to you, you would get it tattooed. You’d gotten music artists, movie characters, flowers, things related to concerts, and more. There was next to nothing that you wouldn’t get if you had a special enough connection to it, and that’s what led you to your current tattoo appointment, the one you were getting ready for now. Your boyfriend was part of a band, and you had been with him for multiple years. You’d been a fan before even getting lucky enough to meet him, and then to end up dating him was a dream come true for you. You’d always wanted their original band logo tattooed, and now that you were dating their lead singer, it felt like the perfect time to get it done.

So you had booked the appointment, told Luke you had the appointment, but conveniently kept what exactly you were getting a secret, dodging the question every time he asked. He had eventually dropped the subject, realizing that he wasn’t going to get it out of you, and accepting the fact that he was just going to have to wait and find out what it was when you finally had it done. You had told him he wasn’t allowed to go to the appointment with you, not wanting it to be spoiled by him peeking over your’s or the artist’s shoulder, and he had pouted about it before finally giving in and agreeing to stay home. 

The appointment wasn’t until around four in the afternoon, leaving you with a lot of time, and giving Luke a lot more time to try and figure out the design without making it obvious. However, he wasn’t very good at that, and you shut him down every single time until he fake-pouted and sulked on the couch for twenty minutes. He was lucky you loved him so much or his dramatics would be entirely ignored. You laughed for a few seconds before going to sit next to him, moving until his arm was around your shoulders, kissing away the obviously false pout. He broke into a high pitched laugh, turning on some random show to pass time before you two ordered delivery for lunch. Neither of you wanted to get up and make anything. 

As two in the afternoon rolled around, Luke had finally given up on begging you to tell him what it was, pretending that he didn’t care instead. He was the most dramatic partner you’d ever had, but it was all lighthearted and there was no cruelty behind it. He was truly fine with not knowing, he just loved to tease and see if you would break and tell him early. However, you stood strong and kept your secrets close to your chest. You were excited to see his reaction once it was done, and you know it would be much better and much more worth it if you waited until after. 

Just an hour later, you got something else to eat and drink, and were on the way to the shop. Michael had recommended it to you when you told him you were looking to get a new tattoo, but it was quite far away compared to some of the other shops. But, you trusted Michael’s judgment, and booked the appointment with the same artist that had done Michael’s bands and symbol on his right forearm. When you eventually got there, you were just a few minutes early, which was perfect so that you could go over what you wanted, make sure you had the placement you wanted, and get everything absolutely perfect and sanitized before you started the actual tattoo process. 

You decided you wanted it placed on your wrist, on just the outside edge of it. It wasn’t thick lines, thin ones that wouldn’t take very long to get done. It however did take a bit of time to get the stencil placed perfectly, because of where it was, it was kind of awkward to do. However, your artist was patient, and didn’t complain about adjusting it so many times. Obviously, you’re paying for their work, which would be permanently on your skin, so you shouldn’t have to deal with an artist being rude about it, but it was still nice that they were so patient. A lot of artists in the industry weren’t as kind, so you understood why Michael considered this shop and artist worth the drive. You hoped that you could say the same by the end of your trip here, and you were sure you’d be able to. 

The initial sting of the tattoo artist beginning their work sent you a few waves of shock, having been quite distracted on your phone, glancing at Luke’s texts asking how it was going. Getting used to the feeling, having gotten quite a few tattoos before, you sent a few replies before setting your phone down to watch the satisfying appearance of black ink dotting your skin. Only a line or two was done before Luke texted back, you instantly picking it up to see his message asking for a photo of the progress with that begging emoji that only he could send without it being cringy. You fought the urge to laugh and jostle your arm, texting back a “no, nice try, give it up.” Getting a tattoo wasn’t your favorite feeling in the world, it was needles sinking into your skin, of course, but it wasn’t as terrible as it could’ve been, especially with the small design only calling for a singular needle, instead of like Michael’s bands, being a thirty two point. 

Halfway through the design, your artist paused to check in on you. It was a tiny design compared to some, but she still took the time to make sure that you weren’t more affected than usual or needed anything. You took a small water break, not a long one, just enough to move your body a bit so your arms or legs didn’t fall asleep. The rest of the design went by in a flash, and you were ecstatic to get to see it. She took her time, gently cleaning it off, making sure that none of the soap or ink that wasn’t supposed to be there stayed on your skin, examining carefully to check that everything looked right and there were no immediate red flags, before letting you see it in the mirror. You loved it, and immediately told her so. The smile on her face as she was also proud of her work was worth everything. You held as still as possible, partially out of anxiety, as she wrapped it.

You couldn’t wait to see Luke’s reaction, but still patiently sat through the aftercare rules that you’d heard time and time again, making sure to thank the artist profusely before paying, and leaving a generous tip before you left the shop. You would definitely be coming back to this shop, it was absolutely worth the drive, and the artist you had worked with was one of the best you had ever gone to. You texted Michael informing him so, and he replied with nothing less than an “I told you so.” His ego was truly something to be studied in a lab one day. You headed home, knowing that when you got there you’d be unable to avoid Luke and would have to show him immediately, but you still attempted to stall him for as long as you could. It didn’t work, of course. He immediately demanded to see it, and if it had been lower on your wrist, he probably would’ve grabbed it in excitement, but he didn’t, knowing the area was probably still very sensitive. 

You laughed, knowing you couldn’t stall him any longer. With traffic, and since you left the shop, it had been closer to an hour and a half since you got it wrapped, so you removed it, very, very, carefully, before angling your wrist so that he could see it. You wished that you had a third hand to record his reaction, or that you had thought about recording it, because his face was absolutely priceless. There were not many things that made him speechless, but he was fish mouthing, seemingly unable to find anything coherent to say, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned expression on his face. You stopped your laughter when you saw tears building on his lash line, ever the emotional one.

“Lu, are you crying?”

Your tone was lighthearted, no anger or meanness behind it, and he smiled and tried to wipe away any evidence of it. 

“I, we, mean that much to you?”

Avoiding the area that had just been tattooed, you immediately wrapped him in a hug.

“You knew I was a fan before you decided you wanted me as a partner, of course you do! Besides, now we match!”

It was his turn to laugh, hugging you back as he stared at the tally on the outside of his own wrist. 

“No wonder you didn’t let me see it beforehand.”

“That would have ruined the surprise. Don’t you agree that it was better to wait?” 

“Fine, but if I’d known I might not have reacted like this!” 

You still hadn’t let go of him, enjoying the hug. 

“I have no idea why you think that’s better, the whole purpose of waiting was to see this reaction!” Luke spent the next few days absolutely obsessed with the tattoo, always managing to somehow have his matching one pushed up against yours. You two now had matching tattoos, if in slightly different styles, he was certain you weren’t going anywhere now.

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[doctorhelena]

I can't believe it's canon that Steve becomes an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct in every universe where he's separated from Peggy or loses her. Scratch that, I CAN believe it's canon, I'm just deeply concerned for Steve and his 'my wiwwwfie wife is running an espionage agency/saving the world/went through a wormhole and i miss her' work ethic

Good news, I don't think you have to be worried! I'm pretty sure your first instinct, not to believe it's canon, was in fact correct.

Let's examine the Steves we've seen thus far. We have:

1) MCU Steve. Who yes, lost Peggy (twice, once when he was frozen, and once when she died of old age). But, I don't think we can say that his self-sacrificing streak and his not feeling like he can stop working comes from not having Peggy.

a) His self-sacrificing streak showed up well before he even met Peggy in CA:TFA. He was always picking fights he couldn't win, risking serious injury for people he didn't even know (eg. the fight he got into in the alley after telling that guy to shut up at the movies during the newsreel), and he risked jail time by applying to the army using false information, multiple times (after being previously rejected for being medically unfit) because, despite having a ridiculous number of medical reasons why he shouldn't, he wanted to go do his part to fight in Europe against the Nazis.

b) He hadn't only lost Peggy when he woke up nearly 70 years in the future. He'd lost everybody. Almost everybody he'd ever known and loved, every friend, every casual acquaintance, everyone he looked up to, everyone he disliked, EVERYONE. And the very few who were still there (including Peggy) were very old, and maybe, like Peggy, not completely there. The world was very, very different. He'd lost his cultural touchstones. He'd lost his sense of how he fit into the world. He was, quite literally, a man out of time. (And yeah, maybe he could have adjusted better to his new circumstances, but Steve is a very stoic guy, who is the type of person to tell himself that he's not doing so bad, that others have it worse, that he doesn't need help. That he can figure this out on his own, and if he can't, then he might as well keep helping others. And how many other WWII veterans were never quite the same again after the war? Were haunted by their experiences and who found that the world they came back to, their family and friends, had changed too, over the time they were away?) When Steve went back to 1949 at the end of Endgame, he wasn't only going back to Peggy (although of course, yes, he was going back to her), he was going back to an entire world that he'd lost.

2) Hydra Stomper Steve. Yeah, this Steve dealt with the loss of Peggy by teaming up with Bucky to try to wipe out the rest of Hydra. But - so did Bucky. Bucky was with him the whole time, they both put their lives on hold to fight Hydra. And after eliminating the last known Hydra base (the mission on which they believed Steve had died), Bucky moved on, got married, had kids, became Secretary of State (all of which we know happened after Steve was captured, because Steve didn't know that Bucky had settled down until Peggy told him in the What If S2 Winter Soldier episode). But, despite what Steve told Peggy in that episode (that he didn't see much point in "a wife, kids, the whole white picket fence life" if it wasn't with her), we don't know what he would have ended up doing after wiping out Hydra. We, and he, never had the chance to find out.

3) Rogers Hood. Yeah, this Steve was drawn to Captain Carter, another universe's version of his lost Lady Margaret, and she was drawn to him. But I wouldn't say that, before Peggy showed up, he was "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in this universe. He actually seemed to be having a pretty good time stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, living in a cool treehouse village with his buddies/band of merry men. I guess you can say he lived on the job, but - would you call Robin Hood an "obsessive workaholic"? I wouldn't.

4) Zombie Steve. No real data here. We have no idea what his personality was like before he was zombified (we only know that he was a member of the Avengers).

5) Steve Dressed as Christmas Elf. This guy was a very cheerful version of Steve. Yeah, he looked a little concerned about the soccer moms cornering him, and unknown to him he was about to get socks for Christmas from Tony, but he was really excited that he'd correctly identified Happy Hogan in purple monster form! I don't think there's any real evidence that this particular universe's Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

6) President Steve! No real data here either. Okay, I guess leaders of countries are usually workaholics to some degree (well, they are if they take the job seriously, anyway), but we don't know whether this particular Steve has Peggy or not, nor anything about him, really.

7) Steve who was unfrozen by Fury after Hank Pym killed most of the other Avengers (and then who Natasha from the Ultron universe ended up fighting alongside after the Watcher didn't send her back to her own universe at the end of S1). No real data here either: we don't know much about this Steve except that he was fighting on a helicarrier at one point in his life.

In conclusion, I don't see evidence that it's canon in any universe we've seen so far that it's Peggy's absence alone that makes Steve into "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

And I also don't see evidence that it's canon that Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in every universe where he's not with Peggy, either.

It turns out that Steve Rogers is an independent, complicated, three dimensional character whose sense of self-preservation and ability to enjoy life are not, in fact, solely based on whether or not he's with Peggy.

Steve chooses Peggy in many of the universes we've seen him in. But it's a big multiverse. If you would rather see him be happy with someone else, I'm sure it happens! And if you do like him with Peggy, then that happens a lot too, over and over again.

Peggy and Steve love each other. They miss each other when they're apart. But they don't need each other in order to be whole people. (That said, they do choose each other, it seems, whenever they possibly can.)

#asks #answered #what if spoilers #what if season 2 #steve rogers #peggy carter #steggy #what if

[chirpsythismorning]

Mike’s monologue makes so much more sense when you remember, he’s a frickin’ Paladin...

Paladins take their oath very seriously, and I do think that the whole theme of friends don't lie, is in part loosely inspired by this oath that Paladin's make, and how one of their most defining qualities is swearing by tenants of honesty.

All of us often overlook the D&D aspect in the show and how central of a role it plays, arguably even more so than parallels with the hundreds of movies they refer to for inspiration, and that's why this moment of Mike's monologue with El in s4, along with Mike's monologue with Will in season 2, is so important to consider if we want to be ready for what's about to go down in s5.

It's as if Mike is acting out an oath of devotion to these two characters. Though his oath to Will comes off a lot more genuine, it's unfortunately undermined slightly by the oath he presents to El, because they're both attempting to be an oath of devotion. By saying he loved El the moment he saw her and how his life started at that very moment, he's contradicting what he said to Will just hours before about how meeting El was simple dumb luck, as well as directly paralleling (and in turn undermining) what he told Will back in s2, which is that meeting Will/asking to be his friend was the best thing he's ever done.

Mike is inadvertently breaking an oath he once made, while also creating a new oath that stands on false grounds.

We've talked about the whole Watch out dominos, your dominos are gonna fall, and how it's related to Mike because he's in the shot equally to Argyle as he says it. But seriously you guys, it's related to Mike.

It's about the internal struggle he's been having for a few years now, growing and growing and him feeling sort of obligated to not examine it closely, because he knows that he's in a situation where he's supposed to be devoting himself to El. It's the expected path, and not only that but he also feels indebted to El after all she has done for him (also what the ga thinks which is why they argue even if Mike doesn't love El, they shouldn't break up bc it would hurt her.... Mike shares the ga's logic...), and so as it becomes more and more clear to him that she loves him and wants him to love her, he's trying his best to accept it, while also not being able to because he knows deep down he's breaking an oath that he already made if he follows through with this.

While I think there are a bunch of different factors at play, very likely Mike is aware of what his heart truly wants, which is why he's having such a hard time following through with devoting himself to El. Because deep down, he knows he's already devoted to someone else.

Luckily (tragically), Mike is breaking his oath because he thinks it's the right thing to do. Which just makes him even more of a Paladin if you think about it. The fact that him not wanting to break an oath is why he's been struggling for so long.

I don't think he knows that he's hurting Will while he's doing it, because the oath has more to do with him and being honest with himself, and I don't think he knows he's hurting El by doing this either, because he's under the assumption she wants him to say all of these things. He had doubts originally because there were reasons to have doubts as a result of Mike stalling for so long, but I just don't think Mike would go through with the monologue, if he thought that it wasn't what El wanted.

What makes Mike's arc so painfully tragic, is that he is led to believe at this point that El wants him romantically more than she needs him and that's the whole problem. He is unable to love her in the way she wants him to at this point, and he knows this. And he's still holding back.

That's another thing that's so sad about Mike going through with it in the end anyways, because I think a lot of his guilt stems from knowing that El wants him to love her, and yet he's unable to meet her halfway. And then going through with it in the end, when he doesn't truly mean it, that's... like he's breaking every code in his own book by doing this.

And it is likely going to really affect him.

The dominos are gonna fall. Not just for him, but for everyone.

The good news is that there is a standard way for this to play out, based on D&D rules and interestingly enough, it fits quite well with what s5 is likely to entail...

#byler #stranger things #d&d #stranger things 5 #mike wheeler #paladin #stranger things theory #stranger things meta #st5 predictions

[theemporium]

Super fluffyyyyyy Billy Hargrove story x girlfriend

Prompts

Fluff:

5: you can tell me anything

25: your hugging me too tight

40: are you blushing

Xxxx

thank you for the request, darling! hope you enjoy🖤

5. “you can tell me anything”

25. “you’re hugging me too tight”

40. “are you blushing?”

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Billy Hargrove never pegged himself as the kind of guy to ever fall in love.

He was used to meaningless hookups and quickies in the backseat of a car. He was used to fondling a girl in the janitor’s closet and sneaking in and out of windows late at night. He was used to no strings attached, no expectation, no false promises of love and commitment and a happily ever after. 

And then he met you. 

If he was being perfectly honest with himself, he hadn’t expected anything different with you either. It just so happened that one hookup became two, and then two became a few more with weird ‘almost dates’ involved. And then suddenly he was five months in realising he hadn’t even given another girl a single glance because you were there. 

He didn’t need anyone else when he had you. 

Billy told himself that if he wanted to leave, he could. There was nothing holding him to you, not at all. He just so happened to enjoy knowing you were always there when he wanted you…that was the only reason. 

Who would have thought it would have taken one last-minute cancellation for Billy to realise just how much you mean to him?

You were meant to be coming over to his tonight, to just hang out or make out or just spend time together. You would pick up some takeaway on the way over, he would have already rented the movie. It was something he didn’t realise he was looking forward to so much until you pecked his cheek and apologised that you wouldn’t be able to make it.  

His brain was working overtime and he didn’t even know what to make of himself until he saw you again, and his heart skipped a beat and he just fucking knew.

It was only two days later when he opened the front door, pulling you into a tight hug before you could even say hello. 

“I–oh!” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, surprised but not mad about the sudden affection. You were taken back, especially considering the door was still wide open and the nosey neighbours were undoubtedly peeking over. “Geez, didn’t realise you missed me this much.” 

He didn’t seem to pick up on your teasing tone, only squeezing you tighter. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you,” he murmured as simply as a fact.

“It’s been two days,” you retorted, wiggling your nose a little when his curls started to tickle you. “And you’re hugging me too tight, baby.” 

“Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound very sorry as he finally pulled away, tugging you inside and closing the front door behind you. He didn’t let go of your hand as you made your way through the house, all the way to his room where the tape was already in the tv, paused and waiting for the film to begin. 

“All set up already?” you teased as Billy pulled you closer, his arms around you once again but not as tightly as before. “Is this some weird tactic to seduce me? You know, organisation is just my first choice of foreplay.” 

“No, I just–” he cut himself off with a frown. 

“Billy,” you said softly, your voice tinged with a little concern as you reached up to hold his face. “You’re starting to scare me a little. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered quickly because Billy didn’t think he trusted anyone more in his life. “Of course I know that, doll.” 

“Then tell me,” you said and after a few moments, you lightly poked his chest in hopes of lightening the mood. “I promise I won’t laugh.” 

Billy had watched his fair share of romantic-comedies thanks to you. He knew that usually these kinds of conversations happened with a big speech and sweet anecdotes, but Billy blurted it out before he could even stop himself. 

“I love you!” 

You paused. “What?” 

“I love you,” Billy repeated, a little less sure when he saw the way your face softened. 

“You love me?” you whispered, half convinced you needed to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating. 

“Yeah,” he murmured and nodded his head in confirmation, his cheeks painted a shade of pink they had never been before. “Yeah, I do.” 

“Are you blushing?” you asked, your thumb swiping across his cheeks like you couldn’t quite believe it. 

“Are you gonna say something?” Billy blurted out once again, his heart racing in his chest and his stomach twisting at the thought that maybe you didn’t feel the same way. 

“Billy Hargrove, of course I fucking love you,” you snorted, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Don’t be silly.”

His grin was boyish and giddy. “You love me.” 

“I love you,” you repeated, kissing him in between each word to emphasise your point. 

“Fuck the movie,” he murmured as he he nudged you towards the bed, your knees hitting the edge and your body falling back onto the mattress. “I need to give my girl some lovin’.” 

You grinned. “Show me what you’ve got, Hargrove.”

.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things one shot #stranger things fic

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

TLDR: Warsaw Cori and Tanto's design got changed big way halfway through stage rehershals and here's how i figured it out

I am seething

We were potentially robbed of the Queen of the Night inspired Warsaw Cori and Tanto

Like

The widow's peak, the ears doing the buns, the long blue hair giving the veil vibe, the very pale and plain but eye-heavy make up

Coincidence? I think not

Cori seems be be pretty much the same but with bit less of a hair-veil and potentially some facial hair

And that's it, those 3 photos from Dec 13, 2003 rehershal are all i have of them like that, the next time they appear in rehershal photos in costume is on Dec 22 where they look like this:

And then finally like this around/at the premiere:

I have no idea if that early look was actually Queen of the Night inspired, although it is very possible given that it is confirmed that at least one Warsaw costume is movie inspired, and that recording of "The Magic Flute" came out in 2003 so right as they were working on Warsaw, plus like it very much looks like it

I think either it's a very heavy case of "just trust the process" with the wigs and makeup just being halfway done on the 13th and then mostly finished within the next week (which makes sense given it was just a few weeks before the premiere)

Or Queen of the Night/smth of the sort was their initial concept but they changed it around that time, had it done by the next week and those wigs were just a placeholder or a leftover from the initial design

Which could be the case as in those 2 group photos there's also a completly wigless Skimble (cut out when I zoomed in on the twins), and I have undated wigmaker's shop photos where they are working on Skimble wigs and what very much could be psychic twins wigs given the use of the blue fur (as opposed to the blue hair in both those Queen-esque and other characters' wigs)

So yeah, I have no idea what actually happend here

My only theory, if it was in fact a change, is that either London said "change it", or that someone realized it would make them look just like the rest of the cast aka "normal". And in their final design their thing is that they look way more cat than everyone else and it heavily differents them from the rest, at least visually, so maybe there's smth to this

Now i wish there was a version of Warsaw where that Queen of the Night vibe prevailed, or at least just a few more photos from those early stage rehersals

UPDATE a day later

I just realized it must have been a change of concept or smth because of how the costume cration process went. It was clothes - wigs - makeup, and it's confirmed in the Warsaw book by the makeup designer. This photo very much proves it

The characters whose make up is fully done, like Victoria, Fraszka, Turbo Ptyś and Munk (Vic and Fraszka even got their falsies on) have their wigs also fully done (although Munk's isn't fully styled)

Those whose wigs are about halfway done like Jelly, Bomba and Etcetera, have their makeup either halfway done or barely started

And Cori and Tanto very clearly got their make up fully ready, it's as crisp as any of the others' who have their's fully done and I am pretty sure Tanto got false eyelashes on. Which tells me that their wigs in this photo are either fully done or generally done but not fully styled

And coming back to the wigless Skimble (on the very right of this ^ photo) and the wigmaker's shop photos, it tells me they were probably taken around the same time. And judging by this photo, his wigs are about halfway done (they're mostly missing the long strands on the sides)

But the blue, definetly most likely psychic twins wigs, look to be started just now, when they very much should already be (mostly) finished. And sure, there were few character's (most notably pink Jenny) who's makeup was fully done when their wigs were still worked on, but it was "oh they're missing a few pieces in the back", not "their wig looks like a completly different one"

Which tells me that most likely something happened during those early to mid Dec rehershals, someone changed their mind or smth and they decided to fully rework the psychic twins' wigs and make up. Idk maybe the director liked the concept on paper and actors but not on stage, maybe London was asked to confim the finished design and they were like "nope, change it". Who knows, not me

All in all, i am ever so slightly salty about this change cuz it was a pretty cool design, but i do love a lot the one they ended up with and i think it works well on stage so no hard feelings there

Maybe if i'm lucky i'll stumble upon some more photos from that Queen-esque look time cuz yeah, it's really cool and i wish i had more of it

#this deep dive is not what i thought i would do #blame james welsh and his feliks vibe that made me look for feliks photos and stumble upon that first tanto in my stash #but yeah as much as i love warsaw psychic twins i also dig this different vibe #it's very edgy or smth #cats the musical #cats warsaw #cats warsaw costumes #tantomile #tantamila #coricopat #tymoteusz #psychic twins #warsaw guy talks #it's just a theory a cats theory #jellicle cats

[dangan-kagura]

Three Danganronpa Characters the Fandom Ruined for Me

I know I've shared stuff like this before, but right now, I'm having a really shitty week and felt like writing this. These are characters in Danganronpa that I feel like that fandom has ruined for me and have got me thinking just how toxic the Danganronpa fandom can be sometimes. Two of them are characters I do enjoy, while the other one is a character that makes me uncomfortable sometimes.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi is one of my favorites, but sometimes, I don’t like it when people call characters like Shuichi “emo” all because he dresses in black and has a very dark or negative personality. It’s not that I don’t like emo, it’s more like, I feel like people are using it the wrong way. I feel like when it comes to characters that have tall, dark, and mysterious personalities and dress in black and have eye-covered bangs, people just assume they’re emo, but I just think that’s really stupid.

Here’s something that I’ll share, during my research about what the emo stereotype is like, one fact I found was that emo claims to glorify suicide. Now in terms of music groups that carry the emo label, do you really think that a band like Fall Out Boy would sing songs about expressing suicidal thoughts? Let me share this, I’m a bit of a fan of the American Pie movies, and in terms of what songs are in the series’ soundtracks, the majority of them come from bands that carry the emo label. And let me ask you this, do you really think the cast of American Pie are emo? Would Jason Biggs’ character be any similar to how the Danganronpa fandom portrays Shuichi? Moreover, when I was doing research about a list of songs that are about suicide, only about a few songs I was familiar with came from bands that carry the emo label, the remaining songs I was familiar with came from bands that don’t carry the label.

To me, I don’t personally use the term emo, instead I use subgenre terms like pop-punk or post-hardcore. I just think that depending on the theme of a modern rock band, people could just slam the emo label on any music group even if they aren’t part of that subculture, and I don’t want to be doing that. In fact, back when the emo backlash came out during the late 2000s, I had assumed nu metal bands like Linkin Park were emo, boy was I wrong. And I would be damned if I met someone who was dumb enough to believe that the reason for Kurt Cobain’s suicide was because Kurt Cobain was influenced by emo. FUCKING FALSE!

Okay, sorry about that last one. I just feel like people should be more careful with how they use the word emo, and at this point, I feel like emo is dead. I just think that characters like Shuichi shouldn’t be treated like this.

Ibuki Mioda

If you’ve read my really long blog on why I don’t like Ibuki, you’ll know that it’s because I don’t like both Ibuki’s music and her popularity in the fandom. Having to see Ibuki make references to death metal or any similar subgenre, whether it’s in the games or the fandom, just feels like a red flag for me.

But here’s something that I will explain that I never got to fully explain. There are fans that do seem to headcanon Ibuki as being a fan of music groups that aren’t death metal. The downside is that some of them aren’t music groups I would approve of. While most fans headcanon Ibuki being into punk, I’m a little disgusted from seeing headcanons that have Ibuki being a fan of emo/screamo shit, that kind of music is just fucking disgusting for me. In fact, I find it unfortunate that most fans don’t headcanon Ibuki as a fan of hard rock and metal bands with female lead singers, examples are bands like Halestorm, Otep, and Kittie. Moreover, it’s worth mentioning that Ibuki has a FTE that references the song “Freak on a Leash” by the nu metal band Korn, and out of the three bands I mentioned, Otep and Kittie also play nu metal. I’m not saying fans should headcanon Ibuki as a fan of that particular subgenre, I just never met anyone in the fandom who likes these bands. I actually do enjoy certain nu metal bands every now and then, so I can tolerate Otep and Kittie’s music, although I’m personally more of a fan of Halestorm’s music and I think that band has a few songs Ibuki might like. Nu metal aside, I also find it unfortunate that fans don’t seem to headcanon Ibuki as a fan of kawaii metal, which is literally a fusion of metal and J-pop idol music.

Getting back to the fandom, I really don’t like seeing Ibuki make any sort of reference to crap genres involving death growls. It’s just not cool or funny, it’s just seriously dark, and I’ve never met anyone who feels the same as I do. Read my long blog for more info.

Kirumi Tojo

I’m gonna admit that there are times where Kirumi can be a comfort character for me. There are times where I’ll cry over her death, and her love suite event is comforting sometimes. The downside is that I don’t like what fans are doing to her, namely the 2B jokes. I’ve already posted a blog about why I don’t like that and that characters like Kirumi shouldn’t be treated like that.

Obviously, the reason this bothers me is because I’ve failed to see the big deal about Nier and don’t really find it to be an interesting game. In fact, I’m more bothered to see how massively popular it’s become, to the point where the game's soundtrack is apparently one of the top soundtracks on iTunes, literally. But I won’t get into too much detail as to why I don’t like Nier, I just think it’s ugly, overrated, and the fandom is probably toxic.

Getting back to Kirumi, when I first met her, she actually reminded me of the Touhou maid, Sakuya Izayoi. Earlier in the year at the time (like, mid-2021) I was already getting into Touhou after learning about Sakuya and the fangame Koumajou Densetsu II. Afterwards, I fell in love with Sakuya after learning more about her. At least Sakuya is a fan favorite in the Touhou fandom whereas Kirumi is only acknowledged for being a gothic maid that believes in selfless devotion and being the prime minister. And at least I’ve never seen anyone pull off that 2B meme on Sakuya and frankly don’t want to see that.

I just feel like my opinion about Kirumi is different from the majority and I’m sick of seeing how the majority sees her, and the more I see it, the more likely I’ll lose interest in Kirumi and I don’t want to let her go. Is it wrong for me to like Kirumi? I just don’t want to let her go because I felt something for her death and I don’t want to forget about her. But I honestly just don’t get what the big deal is with Nier, what is it about that game that everyone loves so much?

And just as I don’t like seeing people make Kirumi look like 2B, I also hate it when people make jokes about Ibuki looking like Twilight Sparkle, but that’s a different story.

In Conclusion

Overall, seeing how Shuichi, Ibuki, and Kirumi are portrayed in the fandom just bothers me. I don’t like it when fans call Shuichi emo, I don’t like seeing Ibuki sing in death growls and act like an idiot who thinks she has her shit together, and I don’t like seeing Kirumi wear a blindfold. Having to see all three of them like that makes me realize just how toxic the Danganronpa fandom can be sometimes, but that’s just my opinion.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #ndrv3 #shuichi saihara #ibuki mioda #kirumi tojo #blog #rant #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #new danganronpa v3 #killing harmony #danganronpa fandom #toxic danganronpa fandom #characters the fandom ruined for me #looking back on this #i should've included nagito

[duckapus]

So while I was at work today I finally figured out how to transition from the setup phase of the Haltmann Meme Guardians AU to the second, more action-packed and properly story focused half of the arc.

Basically, Lag notices that there's some extra, unaccounted-for activity with the SMG commands, and when he asks the System why it didn't report this latest case of the False Positive glitch it insists that it isn't the glitch this time, just the new kids seeing what they can do. Now, that immediately sets off alarm bells in his head, since there isn't a new SMG universe, or even a plan to activate one anytime soon, and considering exactly which universe Lag used to be in charge of he's really not liking where this seems to be going.

He informs the rest of the main Admin group, they investigate, hoping beyond hope that it's not happening in the universe they all know it's going to be, and YEP, there's the newly rebuilt Access Arc sitting right on the edge of the SM64 universe's Solar System, practically marinating in Anti-Meme energy.

Unfortunately, as beings of pure code they can't go down and deal with this themselves. Well, technically they could, but that much Anti-Meme energy in that high a concentration would tear all but the strongest of them to shreds, and even those who could survive that would both be weakened enough to be completely at the mercy of whoever or whatever is in that station, and would need a month-long intensive detox treatment if they managed to get back out alive.

Meanwhile, all the mad scientists in the Mushroom Kingdom have disappeared, which includes Iggy Koopa and Eggman so BJ and Sage are freaking out, and given how the science fair all the way back at the start of the arc went down, not to mention the few times HWC has caused problems for them lately, the Crew does have one suspect in mind. So when the USBs tell them about the extra guardian/Anti-Meme space station thing, there's no doubt in their minds that the two situations are connected. And while the Admins can't directly investigate for the reasons stated above, and the Crew can't either since none of them are any good at subtlety, Mario, 4, Meggy and Saiko happen to know a certain semi-aquatic secret agent who can. And considering who one of the names on the list of missing scientists is, he's probably investigating already and would appreciate the lead.

So Perry infiltrates the new Access Arc while in contact with the Crew, and while he doesn't find everything he does find out some pretty important stuff. Obviously Susie's plan and the fact that her replacement Avatar/Guardian set are in fact children, and the fact that she's been very very exposed to the God Box fragment she ended up with and is absolutely not in her right mind (according to SMG1 it's a miracle that she hasn't turned into an Anti-Meme herself by now, let alone that she's as coherent as she is). But also the presence of Movie Mario, A.S.Swipe and the Salmonids, The Goomba, and a bunch of weird, fully purple Octoling Troopers with rough tentacles that Meggy finds oddly familiar.

There's also the fact that she kidnapped the mad scientists so she could give them front-row seats of her plan in action, partly to make up for how badly her last presentation in front of her peers went but mostly to rub it in E. Gadd's face.

Unfortunately for everyone, she's still missing one last thing to make the plan work; Elanore may be an Avatar, but she's not Super Mario 64's Avatar, and since neither the God Box nor The Goomba know how to fix that, she'll just have to reverse-engineer Mario's code and figure it out herself. To that end, she sends Yoshi to capture him, which manages to work.

With that new problem on top of all the other ones, it's actually Peach who comes up with a plan. Basically, if Haltmann wants a war, they've got one, but it'll be on the good guys' terms. The assorted militaries and superpowered beings of the world all band together, setting up to protect various key places around the globe, mainly the Mushroom Kingdom since that's where all the SMGs live but also various places that either have strategic value or one of the Crew and their extended friend group has some sort of connection to. After those preparations are complete, an armada of all sorts of weaponized space-faring vehicles will launch an assault on the Access Arc, both to force them into conflict before they're ready and provide a distraction for the Crew(plus Kirby since he's taken down an Access Arc before and is reasonably confident he can get through to his currently corrupted friend) to sneak aboard, extract Perry, and rescue Mario and the scientists(and whoever of the bad guys they can manage to get through to).

Melony specifically isn't part of the rescue team since she, Desmond, Steve, Super Sonic, Waluigi in his ultimate form and Ultra Instinct Shaggy, along with a few others, are going to be outside fighting Movie Mario so they don't have to deal with a crazy demon plumber tearing their entire armada apart or getting impatient and killing their Mario before it's safe to.

The kids also aren't going to be in any of the main battles, instead being kept safe in Primp Town...except Sage because she's Literally The Eggnet and the leader of the Eggman Empire in her dad's absence, and is thus in direct control of about a fifth of their side's collective firepower. Don't worry, just because they're not involved in the main conflicts doesn't mean they won't see some action of their own.

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #haltmann meme guardians au #lag #the guardian system #iggy koopa #eggman #bowser jr #sage robotnik #susie haltmann #mario #meggy spletzer #saiko bichitaru #smg1 #perry the platypus #the god box #admiral sergeant swipe #movie mario #the goomba who sold the world #salmonids #professor e gadd #yoshi #princess peach #elanore haltmann #kirby #melony smg4 #desmond the basketball #minecraft steve #super sonic #sonic the hedgehog

[sapphire-weapon]

I can't say how long it's been this bad with A/eons bullying and harassing people who ship anything but A/eon [I've been in and out of the fandom over the past few years, but after RE4R, I got hyperfixated on RE so I've engaged more with the fandom lately than I ever have in the past], but coming from fandoms outside of RE (where what ship is endgame doesn't matter), I feel like at least a good 95% of the bully A/eon shippers came from those outside fandoms too where canon endgame ships seem to have more bearing on that media's quality than what the relationships in RE have. For example, Stranger Things is about one of the WORST fucking places for ship wars I've ever seen because the narrative of that show puts a lot more importance on character relationships and whether or not they'll work out than Resident Evil does. People in that fandom are used to fighting for their lives in ship wars over what ship should be the canon endgame for each character because they stress the importance of relationships and community between characters in that show so much. So I feel like it's possible that some of the newer A/eon shippers could've come from fandoms like that where they think they have to fight for their life for the endgame ship, because that vibe just feels so similar between fandoms. A/eon and Cl/eon are the new Twilight love triangle it seems. But regardless, it's no excuse for them at all to bully fans who don't ship A/eon (I've seen them bully some Cl/eons off of Twitter before even and now finding any content for that ship is so scarce over there these days). And I feel like with Death Island coming up, another piece of RE media like Infinite Darkness where Leon and Claire are present in the same location together and Ada is no where in sight and hasn't been since RE6 [aside from the remakes], it feels like they're losing some false hope for A/eon being an endgame ship when Capcom isn't about the romances in RE for the most part in the first place.

This has been going on since 1998 and I'm not joking.

And you know what other huge video game fandom was in vogue in 1998? Final Fantasy VII, which has the nastiest ship war in all of video game fandom history that still goes on to this day. Old Guard Aeon fandom was forged in the fires of ship wars, and they are stuck in their ways and will never, ever change.

You might think it's bad now, but you have absolutely no idea how bad Aeon vs Cleon actually was back in the day. You literally could not engage with the fandom as a Leon fan at all without taking a side. Those were your only two options. And, for someone like me, who didn't really fucking care about either of them, it was so, so exhausting.

There was no Leshley. There was no Chreon. There was no Serrennedy. Those were not options that were available to you. In fact, Resident Evil fandom (and survival horror fandom in general lbr) was actually very homophobic for a very long time until RE5 turned Chris Redfield into a gay icon with two of his alternate costumes (1, 2), and all of the gays finally started flooding in and saving this fandom from itself.

So, pre-RE5, you were either Team Aeon or you were Team Cleon and you kept your fucking mouth shut if you liked anything else, because you would get booted the fuck out of communities on LiveJournal if you mentioned it -- and, back then? That's all there was. You didn't have tumblr AND twitter AND tiktok AND whatever the fuck else. Fandom lived on LiveJournal. Period.

And don't misunderstand me. Back in the day, Cleon fandom was just as batshit crazy as Aeon fandom is today. I feel like Cleon fandom has mostly chilled the fuck out these days because the vast majority of them have accepted by this point that they lost the war, but back in the mid aughts? Oh, dear god, they were insufferable and just as cult-like.

Degeneration poured so much gasoline on the fire that RE4 started, especially when the director of that movie, when asked why Ada wasn't in it, responded with "She cannot be in everything."

And then Darkside Chronicles happened and made it SO MUCH WORSE because Aeon fans were pissed off that Claire was Leon's co-op partner for the RE2 campaign, and then Cleon fans were pissed off because the Leon/Ada kiss happened, and I just.

Seriously thank god for every single person who started playing these games solely because they wanted to take Chris to pound town. They are the real, true heroes of this fandom, and I am so, so, so, so grateful for them.

And, idk, maybe that's a huge part of the reason why Aeon fandom is still feeling so insecure -- because there was a fairly significant amount of time when it was possible that Capcom was going to tip the scales in favor of Cleon. Damnation and RE6 finally squashed that notion, and the ending of Infinite Darkness coup-de-grace'd it, but it was a real thing for many years.

And now with Leon/Ashley now also being a canon ship of sorts... all that shit is probably bubbling right back up to the surface. Because now, Aeon isn't The Only Canon Ship in Resident Evil anymore. Hell, Aeon isn't even the only canon ship for Leon anymore.

And after taking eighteen years of abuse and shaming and knowing just how nasty RE fandom can get, Leon/Ashley fandom better stay the fuck humble. I swear to god. Y'all motherfuckers just keep your fucking heads down and nod politely and say "Thank you, Mr. Capcom, for this wonderful gift." because no one in a million fucking years would have ever thought that we'd be the ones to become Leon's secondary canon ship.

And this next part isn't directed at you specifically, anon, but at all of my followers and especially the ones who've been contributing to the discussion tonight:

DO NOT fight with Aeon fandom, because I DO NOT want to see us become them -- or even become the second coming of Old Guard Cleon Fandom. Block them and let it go. I mean it.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Sixteen.

Thanks so much to the little core group continuing to give this life! Eeeep, y’all might be a bit angry at me after you read this, though... awaiting @withmyteeth​ especially to come flying into my DM’s... xD

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen

Words - 5,605

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

Fifteen days. Fifteen days have now passed since I last saw Angel, and I actually feel a lot better for not seeing him, if I'm truthful. If I'm one hundred perfect honest, I can’t deny I've really missed him. He has a lot of presence, and I like it. I also like the feeling of peacefulness he gives me, the nice feeling of contentment I get when I'm next to him.  

I remember that one time we shared a bed two weeks ago, after I turned over because I couldn't stand being nudged with an erection. I lay there for a while, eyes closed but not able to immediately drop off. Just before I did finally fall asleep, I felt him move closer to me, he kissed my shoulder and then put his arm around me and moved no more. It was a little spooky when I woke during the night and moved him and he just flopped onto his back like a dead body. I suppose that's essentially because he is.

I'm getting on with life, though, because I'm not some lovesick teenager. I'm just disappointed, because I think we could be good together, but realistically, it'll never happen, or at the very least we'd have a damn good time in the bedroom, if it wasn't for his not so little problem in that department. If only he could control it. But hey, you can't live your life in 'if only' land, can you? Well, I know some people do, but I don't. If I did, I'd have never gotten over what my mother inflicted upon me. In other news, though, it seems my mind has been taken off him in another way, the way Ahmed suggested, in fact.

"Come here, you fell asleep with those false eyelashes on! Look at this!" Katya announces to me in bed on Saturday morning, just under two weeks after I first met her and had what I thought would be a one-night stand. I've seen her four times since then. She's just reached across and pulled off one of the false eyelashes I did indeed fall asleep wearing, after we'd had copious amounts of sex, that is.

"I wondered why it felt like I had spiders crawling across my eyes," I exclaim, pulling off the other one while she laughs. She met me from work last night, and we went for some late night eats and a few drinks, and today we're going to the movies to watch a screening of the old classic Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Harrison Ford has to be my favourite actor. I sometimes wish I'd been born pre-disaster, so I could have enjoyed his films while he was still alive.  

After that, I'll be coming home to have some Edie time before I'm going out with my friends, but I've planned to see Katya again next Wednesday before I go to work. Again, last night when we came home, I could feel Angel right outside, just as he has been any other time she's been here. He stays until dawn is about to break and then I feel him leave, the blood tie getting weaker when he isn't right outside my bedroom window. It would seem creepy, if I couldn't pick up on what he's feeling when he's out there. What I can sense from him are feelings of jealousy, resentment, and even sadness and longing.  

I've made sure my bedroom curtains have been closed fully together though, so that his possible face at the window hasn't scared the shit out Katya again like it did the first night she was ever here. To be honest, I have been wondering if he ever will get in touch with me again, or reveal himself to me when I know he's been watching. He only does it when I'm with Katya, though, never when I'm by myself. I have pondered popping down to the tattoo shop, but I don't want it to look like I'm chasing him.

"Tell you what, little miss spider lashes. I'm getting a little more used to where everything is in your kitchen now, so how about you go get showered and I'll make us some French toast. You got eggs and bread and all that?" Katya asks me, sitting up and giving my leg a little stroke from where it's sticking out from under the covers.

"Sure, means I can give you a proper kiss after I've brushed my teeth too," I say, about to move before she grabs my arm.

"When I stink like something died in my mouth too, I don't give a shit," she giggles, leaning around and giving me a big kiss. Okay, so her kisses don't arouse me as much as Angel's do, but she's damn good at it. After being held down by the gorgeous, leggy redhead and kissed within an inch of my life, we get up, me going to the bathroom and her heading to the kitchen. By the time I'm done in the shower, I move to the kitchen and immediately fall into hysterics, finding Katya naked but an apron and her skyscraper heels.

"I have to say, I approve of your outfit choice," I giggle while admiring the view.

"I thought you might! Anyway, sit down and eat before it goes cold." She says, before turning to fetch the coffee. I think I might be onto a good thing here, and not because she makes me breakfast in only heels and an apron. I can't say I'm looking for a relationship, and I've been very straight with her in letting her know that. She's fine with it as well, saying she's 'happy just getting to know you a little better' as the lady herself words it.  

After we've eaten and she's got herself ready, we leave my house, going to do a little shopping before we take a cab to the movie theatre for the 1pm showing. She's a great girl and we get on really well, the sex is good too, but I dunno. There isn't that sparkle there with her, you know when you first meet someone, and you get on so well with them that you're dying to see them again the second they leave your side? I don't get that with her.  

When we go our separate ways at 4pm later this afternoon, I register straight away that I feel nothing even remotely close to missing her, or excitement about seeing her again. I used to feel that with Angel, the second he'd leave my side, I'd miss him. I have a connection with him, but with Katya, from my point of view at least, I don't really feel we do. I suppose that's my feelings for Angel overshadowing it. I think I just need a little more time to adjust to the fact that I really am becoming emotionally attached to him, and I can't let myself. Maybe this whole thing with Katya is being marred by the fact that I feel so drawn to Angel, and felt that so very soon after meeting him as a detainee. It just grew even more when he was released.

"Why the hell can't you get over someone you were never even with, Edie Larissa Bailey?" I ask my reflection as I do my makeup later on after arriving home. Really, what's with me? This just isn't like me at all, as Ahmed correctly identified over two weeks ago, I usually don't get hung up on people. I'm very much a move onwards and upwards kinda gal. It's with this in mind that I continue my makeup applying routine, stick on a set of false nails and then dress ready for what promises to be a good night out. It's just me, Sasha and Miley tonight, and I meet the two lovely ladies at 7pm sharp down at a new bar that's opened up called The Lemon Tree, finding them sitting at a table close to the bar when I arrive ten minutes late.

"Sorry, sorry I just couldn't get a damned cab!" I reply, which is the honest truth.

"Too busy enjoying yourself with Katya, more like," Sasha teases me with before pushing a bourbon over ice across the table to me.

"No not at all, I saw her last night and she stayed over, and then we went to see a movie earlier, but went our separate ways at about 4pm," I explain.

"So, how's it going with her?" Miley asks, looking more excited about it than I actually feel.

"It's going well. I'm seeing her again next Wednesday. We're not serious though, and I don't want it to become that either. I'm just not looking for that.” Somehow, my friends don't quite look convinced.

"You're still thinking about him and what could be, aren't you?" Sasha gently suggests.

She’s got me. "A little, yes. Look, I really don't want to talk about him, girls. I think about him enough as it is, I just want to get on with things without his damned name being mentioned.” My request is honoured, receiving understanding nods before our conversation moves on.  

We have a really good night there at the new bar, well, we enjoy ourselves until around 9.30pm, when I'm ordering the last round of drinks before we move on to a club, when I attract the kind of attention I definitely don't want.

"Yeah you've got strange coloured hair, but I'd still do you, babe," some creep at the bar tells me, sidling on over to me.

"Oh, am I supposed to be grateful for that comment? What, you think my hair colour stands against me getting laid?" I turn my head to ask him.

"Woah, no need to bite my head off, sugar. Just being complimentary is all. What a nice little ass you have too," he then continues, before making the most fatal mistake he ever could. He reaches under my dress and squeezes my bare ass, earning himself a fist in the face when I turn around and punch him.

"Back off! You can’t just go around grabbing hold of any woman you please! You should be ashamed!" I shout at him before turning to take the drinks back to our table. Except when I go to walk away, the pervert who just grabbed my ass stops me in my tracks by grabbing a handful of my hair, dragging me backwards before slapping my face a few times. The other men around the bar immediately jump to my aid, Sasha even steaming over holding a chair while people shout 'hey, let go of her!' and similar all around us.  

Everything starts to spin into frenzy as I feel myself being dragged backwards, my scalp burning as I try and reach back to elbow him. He grabs my wrist, moving me as I struggle against him, and just before he goes to smack my head off the actual bar itself, there's suddenly a boom of the bar doors crashing open, and a voice so loud and scary following it, the entire bar goes quiet in an instant.

"Let her the fuck go. Now," Angel booms from the door, pointing at the man who has hold of me. The man stops just as everyone else has, but yet he still has hold of me by my hair. I blink, and Angel is right in front of us, staring at the man so hard and so coldly, I really don't know what is about to happen. The man smirks, actually squaring up to him. Oh dude, big, big mistake. When you've a vampire looming over you, growling in the back of his throat, a growl that sounds eerily inhuman, and a pissed off crease in his forehead with the same depth as the Grand Canyon, you back down. For the sake of your life, you back down.

"I said let her go," he hisses in a dangerously quiet voice, his eyes set in an unblinking stare. Still the man looks defiant.

"What fucking business is it of yours, huh?" he almost laughs. I can see half the bar already starting to wince, the half that know just how dangerous vampires are when they're annoyed. Just then, Angel's hand shoots out, gripping the man's wrist so hard, I hear bones shattering under the strain, the man screaming in pain before finally, he lets go of the painful tug upon my hair.

"Are you okay?" He asks, while continuing to crush the wrist within his grasp. I nod, actually trembling a little. I'm not scared of what happened, I'm trembling because of the wild emotions running through me, Angel picking up on the fact I was in trouble and zooming to my side immediately.

"If you ever, ever come near her again I will personally rip out all of your organs in alphabetical order, drain your blood and leave what is left for my wolves to eat for dinner. Do you fucking hear me?" He snarls, hand moving to grip around his throat as he continues to growl at him. Goddamn, that's a scary noise, the sound of a vampire growling with displeasure. It neither sounds human or animal.

"Y-yep, I-I p-promise man, j-j-just let go of me, I won't come near her again," the man stammers, scared and embarrassed as he realises being cocky with a vampire really didn’t earn him any favours.

"Damned straight, you won't," Angel vouches, literally throwing him from one side of the bar to the other with one hand. The man's body goes flying through the air before it crashes against the many bottles and glasses stacked behind the bar, the wood behind where they were all placed completely broken through. Still, everyone is silent, just staring at Angel as he takes his wallet out and then pulls a credit card from it.

"Please, ring up the estimated costs of the damages on that. I'm sorry I had to smash up a part of your establishment, but no one does that to her and gets away with it," he tells the bar owner who is standing by the register looking stunned.

"Erm, that's very good of you. Thanks,” he nods, taking the card from Angel with a slightly shaky hand and putting it into the credit card machine by the register. Once he's charged up the amount and Angel tells him to take another five hundred dollars for his trouble, he takes his card back and then turns to me.

"I need to talk to you; I won't keep you five minutes.” Taking my hand and leading me from the bar as everyone all around begins to talk again, the music starting up once more too, I indicate to my friends I'll just be a minute before heading outside. Once we’ve left, he leads me away from the frontage of the bar and down to a small alleyway three buildings along. Letting go of my hand, he stands and stares at me for a few moments, shaking his head sadly, kissing my forehead as he takes my face in my hands. I look up at him, and see his eyes brimming with bloodied tears.

"Angel, what..." is as far as I can get, before he leans down and kisses me. He kisses me with everything he has, it almost feels, a kiss that is ten times more intense than any other I can remember sharing with him, or with anyone else for that matter. Oh fuck, this isn't good. Two weeks apart and he still can’t fight the urge to kiss me, and I still can’t pull away from it either when he does.

"I'm sorry for kissing you again, but it's the last time I'll ever do it, so I wanted it to be a good one, one that I'll remember for the centuries without you to come," he begins, sounding very serious and dramatic. Just as I'm about to ask him what he's talking about, he continues. "I can't see you again, Edie. Not ever. It's too hard, wanting you in the way I do, without being able to have you. It isn't just sex; it goes beyond that. Maybe if it were, I could get over you, but the only way I can is to cut you out of my life completely. I don't want to do it, please see that I don't. But I have to," he states, blinking two bloodied tears down his face. Inside, I feel like my heart just burst, but not in a good way. The sadness I feel is only multiplied more by the fact I can feel the exact same thing coming from him. He doesn't want this. Neither of us do.  

"I understand, I don't like it, but I understand if this is what you feel is best, then I have to begrudgingly accept your wishes. I just know I won't forget about you as easily as you'll forget about me, but I have to just deal with it. Bye, Angel," I sob, turning away with tears in my eyes that I don't want him to see. Just then, I feel both of his arms lock around me, stopping me from walking another step.

"Do you want to know when I'll forget you, Edie? I'll forget you after the faces of every other person I've ever loved blink themselves out of my memory, and all that's left is you. So don't, don't tell me I'll forget you easily, when I never, ever will. In hearing that, you should damn well know what you mean to me, and it's because you mean so much to me that I have to let you go. Just don't ever, ever think it's because I wanted to." Those are his last words to me, for a second later, he's gone, out of my life forever.  

Standing here alone, I uncomfortably absorb the shock of his words, or at least try to deal with how it's made me feel, to know I'm never going to see him again. I know Aileen suggested to me that perhaps not seeing him would be the best thing, but nothing could have prepared me for what I feel right now, like a cold wave has washed over me, knocking me down completely. I feel capsized, in the middle of a lonely sea, tears rolling down my cheeks as it hits me. I’m never going to see him again.  

Angel's POV

I hate myself right now. I absolutely, categorically, did not want to do what I just did. I do not want to cut Edie out of my life, but I have to. I can’t be around her; it's destroying me enough, having her on my mind constantly, even though I haven't seen her for two weeks. In those few minutes I spent with her tonight, though, it all came bubbling up, everything about her that pulls me in closer than any other human has through my entire time being a vampire. Feeling her feelings right now, I know she's upset, and all I want to do is go back and wrap her in my arms, tell her I'll never leave her side again. I can't, though, I have to be without her, and there is absolutely no way around it. I'll never forget her, because she's simply unforgettable.

Her strength, her resolution that no one or nothing would stop her from being happy, from surviving after all she was put through, how calm and peaceful she makes me feel, how I know her presence helps me settle into myself more, how I feel nothing but contented and happy when she's around, how I love those beautiful blue eyes and her little giggle, none of it will leave me.  

Every memory I have of her is burned into my mind, ready to replay when I feel myself missing her. At least, just fleetingly, I knew her at all. Every time I've had sex with Sissy or any other vampire over the last fortnight, it's been Edie I've thought of, Edie's face I've seen, Edie, Edie, Edie. I can't get her out of my mind, so cutting her out of my life is what I have to do. I can’t torture myself, and I can’t do the same to her either.  

"So, where was the fire?" Eric asks, when I zoom back into the tattoo shop and glove up again quickly, apologising to my client, who left sitting here in the chair when I felt Edie's distress flare up massively. Luckily, she's okay about it now I've returned to finish her tiger tattoo, which stretches down the side of her ribcage. I wouldn’t really care if she wasn’t, though. Edie comes first. Came first. Past tense now.  

"I just had something to attend to, nothing to concern you." My words are delivered with a look that tells him loud and clear not to question me further, Eric taking the hint and turning back to the light box, where he's sketching out a line drawing without another word. I don't want to talk about Edie to anyone ever again. Her name is not to be mentioned to me, and once we're clear of clients, I actually let Eric know that.

"Alright, dude. There’ll be no further mention of the E word. It's a fucking shame, though, she was a nice girl.  I liked the influence she had on you. You were more chilled when she was around, even though that time was very brief. Sorry, man," he offers, looking about as sympathetic as a vampire can.

"Yeah, it is a shame." is all I reply with before my next client comes through the door and I'm busy getting her line drawing done of the photograph of her two twin babies she wants etching onto her shoulder. Portraits are tricky, getting that likeness absolutely spot on, and I enjoy the hour it takes me to do them both, because I concentrate so hard on getting the two faces exactly like the photo, that Edie is taken away from my thoughts completely.  

It isn't until I'm finished for the night that I pick up on her, and I know she's still upset. It's like everything within her is calling to me to come and make it all better again, I know she wants me to be by her side as much as I truly want to be there. Nothing has ever made me feel this weak, nothing as a human or a vampire, for that matter. I cannot cave to her though, I just can't do it.

"My dear child, what on earth is the matter? Your sadness, it weighs on you so heavily," Ursula asks me with concern, after following me up to my room later on, where I was hoping to abscond to for a little privacy.

"Earlier this evening, I told Edie I never want to see her again, that's what's weighing heavily upon me," I mutter, staring at the floor until I feel her fingers lifting my chin. She then lays a little kiss on my lips before sitting down, wrapping me in a hug.

"This is not something you truly want either, is it?" I shake my head to indicate my reply is a firm no. "I must say I am disappointed in how you've just given up, but I know the reason why you have, and why it would be too difficult to keep her in your life," she begins before for the first time ever, I cut her up.

"I know what you're getting at, but it isn't that, and I don't want to speak of Edie for a moment longer, because I can’t. I'm sorry." I state, unravelling from her embrace and leaving the house again just as quickly as I came.

“Angel, wait,” she calls.  

“No. I need to be alone.” I throw over my shoulder, while hurtling from the house. That was the first time I ever dared interrupt my creator, and I wasn't scolded for it as I expected. I guess she knows only too well what turmoil I'm going though right now, that the maelstrom of thoughts circling my brain is too much for me even as a vampire to begin dealing with. Cutting Edie from my life is what I needed to do, but yet the aftermath of doing that has sent my thoughts into total chaos. So much chaos that I unintentionally end up somewhere I probably shouldn't have gone, either.

Walking through the Nevada desert, sand pouring into my boots with every step, I hear the noises it yields all around me like sonic booms. Rattlesnakes, crickets, everything is even more amplified to my ears right now, my senses blazing. I wish there was something I could imbibe, to take the edge of what I feel, an intoxicant of some kind. I can’t be bothered to go virgin hunting, though, which is the only thing that works in getting us drunk, so I'm stuck with mentally wrestling everything in my head. I'd switch myself off, but it'd only be there when I was fully alert again.  

“I wish I'd never met you, Edie.” I say aloud, into the nothingness of the desert. Or rather, what I think is nothingness.

"Who's Edie then? Another girl you had sex with and killed at the end?" I hear a voice ask me. Fuck, fucking fuck! I shouldn't have come to this specific place, because of a fact about vampires you do not know (do you? I stand corrected if you do). We can communicate loud and clear with the dead, with ghosts. We can see them, hear them and talk to them, whereas they seldom make themselves known to humans. It's very difficult for the dead to connect with the living, but with vampires, since we’re dead too, it means we can. Who I just heard was the ghost of the last human girl I tried to have sex with. Of course, I buried her out here. That is a fact I had completely forgotten about, until I heard her voice.

"Kate," I sigh awkwardly, turning around and seeing her transparent form walking across the sand to me.

"That's all you can say, just my name? After you killed me and buried me out here instead of giving me a proper grave, that's all you can say, 'Kate'?" she continues tersely.

"I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," I tell her honestly.

"Yeah, I know that, now! Five years ago, while I was still fucking alive it might have been nice to be given the option of death by orgasm or not, don't you think? Selfish vampire asshole," she fumes at me, seething sarcasm. I can't blame her for it, she's dead because of me, after all.

"I really should have given you the choice, but I was confident in the fact I could control myself, when I really couldn't. You paid for my mistake with your life, and I do feel genuine regret over that," I explain. God, this is bad. I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with the consequences of my actions in such a direct way.

She snorts loudly, folding her arms. "Hah, you're a vampire. Like you regret anything!”

"I do, believe me I do," I enforce to her.

"I should have known better than to trust one of your kind. My daddy told me you were all bad, completely selfish, blood sucking, murdering assholes! I had so much to live for, Angel!" she cries.

"I'm so sorry, Kate. I wish I'd never have bothered, and you're right, I was selfish. Not any more though," I tell her, feeling just as awful as I did when I gently laid her body into the ground five years ago.

"Oh really, with how many lives lost to you, you decide that now? Well, that's too fucking late for me! My parents, they still search for me, you know. I've trailed after them screaming as they've walked this desert, calling my name over and over, I've been shouting at the top of my fucking voice that I'm there with them, but they just can't see me. You broke my parent's hearts, you fucking bastard! I was twenty-one years old!" she continues to vent at me, beginning to cry.

"I said I'm fucking sorry! I didn't want you to die; I didn't want any of you to die!" I roar at her, turning and then moving to right in front of her ghostly form. "I didn't want to end up murdering you, you need to believe that. Now stop fucking haunting me and fuck off."  

"Whoever Edie is, I hope she's still alive." Those are the last words Kate speaks, for when I turn around, her ghost is gone. It makes it hit home even more, how I really cannot let the same happen to her. I've done the right thing by her in refusing to see her again, severing all ties with her. It feels like the most wrong though, the most wrong thing I've done in recent years. I feel like I'm fighting against my nature somehow, which is because, to emphasise my point once more, I did not want this. I came to this resolve four hours ago, and it feels like four years have passed since I kissed her goodbye in that alleyway. No woman has ever made me feel like this in my vampirism, no one at all.

I also feel angry at myself, for giving up on befriending a human, my sex drive as well as other factors I'm not prepared to admit to myself driving a massive wedge in the way of it. It makes me feel weak, and I am far from it. I’m proud and strong, yet I've given in at the first hurdle, because of a massive weakness for Edie. I feel like I'm failing Ursula, too, in the fact she told me I should treat this as a test of my maturity. I just gave up, because it was easier to do so, but I did what I did for Edie, ultimately. I'm no good for her. I'll just keep messing her around, making my actions betray my words all the time, not having the willpower just to be her friend.

"See, your life is simple. Reproduce, eat, look cute, and hide from snakes." I tell a wild fennec fox I see running out from between his den to a large rock, stopping mid-way and staring at me. There are so many little critters around here that you wouldn't have found in the Nevada desert a hundred years ago. Fennec foxes, native to Africa, are just one of them. He makes a little noise and two more come running out before the three of them scamper off at speed to another rock two hundred yards away. My life simple before Edie came along, but I know it'll get better in time. What I can't stand more than not seeing her is still being able to feel her, and right now she's not happy in the slightest. This is entirely my fault.

Knowing I need to feed, I head back into Las Vegas at speed, going to one place in particular. I make a visit to a vampire bar and find the first willing human I can to procure my second feed of the night, drink from him and then leave, heading to a place I really do know I more than likely shouldn't be going to. There's a large tree in Edie's back yard, and after shooting to near the top of it, I sit on the branch and look in through the open curtains of her lounge. 

She's sitting on the couch, all curled up in a ball, just staring at the flickering television in front of her. Feeling her through the blood tie, I can feel that she's really sad. Her head turns as many thoughts as mine does. I want to jump out of this tree and go let myself into her house, hold her tightly to me and tell her how wonderful she is and how she shouldn't be sad over me. She'll find someone, in fact I think she already has found someone. I'll never find anyone else like her.

After a few minutes she gets up and stands by the glass doors that lead out to her back yard, looking even sadder as she looks all around her garden. She can feel I'm close by, she's looking for me, so to not cause her further upset I leave at that moment, moving at speed until I'm up on the main road that leads back to where I live. I need the walk before I head home, because I know Ursula will have plenty to say when I arrive.  

I can refuse to talk to everyone else, and I even managed to hold her off for a little while, but I know I have it coming, her sitting me down to talk to me. She's always been the same, she's a very involved creator, who always wants the best for me. She'll get me to express my every thought to her, and then talk me through some sort of solution to the overall problem. Yet when I arrive, her simple statement requires nothing in depth, just the honest truth.  

"You’re in love with her, aren’t you?" she asks, as I close the front door behind me, turning to her.

I pause, sighing. “Yeah, I am.”  

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after tom was announced i read a few biographies on fred's life, and none of them could confirm the contents of his will so destiny you are right in that it is an urban legend that probably originated from the quote that fred actually said about not wanting his life on screen. in the book i read by bill alder he says that astaire didn't want a biopic because of his wife's speech impediment, he was worried that she would be mocked and he was very, very protective of her. that would obviously not be an issue in modern films since it is generally agreed any kind of mocking of that would be extremely ableist.

basically, we don't know what astaire said at the end of his life to his family. he may have changed his mind and set out certain conditions, he may have not. but what we do know is that these astaire projects - both jamie bell's and tom's - were announced one right after the other. that signifies that the family had given its blessing for both and that an exchange of rights had occurred.

but just because publications had posted about the will clause urban legend doesn't mean they have their facts right, if these biographers i read with access to fred's life and family could not confirm that, then i doubt that clickbait newsites had some exclusive information either. i have yet to see a single valid source about the legitimate will. what's interesting to me is that people don't seem to take similar issue with jamie bell's project, which i think from what we know fred would especially disagree with since fred and ginger never had a romantic relationship. jamie that project is supposed to be starting later this year, but with the strikes it's hard to say when that will be made. i think we will probably be hearing about that movie first.

Thanks Anon. 🙂

I totally agree. I honestly don't know what is actually true or false at this point. I feel like his family would possibly be the best people to give some clarification on what his wishes were, and if they approve of this project..

I'm waiting to see what gets said about Jamie's project. That might give us an inkling of what might come with Tom's project. 🤔

I also have heard that Fred and Ginger didn't really have a romantic rlshp with each other, and then I heard that they did lol 😆 I'm like, wow.... maybe ppl were just shipping them hard back in the day rofl 🤣 Idk why ppl wanted them together so much lol.

Who even knows at this point what's really true?

[windmilltothestars]

15 Questions Meme!

Not really tagged by @magnetocerebro but it’s been a while and I’m in the mood, so why not?

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sort of?  I apparently had an ancestor named Malinda Minerva Spanigal!  Is that not the coolest name ever??  My parents also found ‘Malina’ in a name book or something and decided they liked the sound and meaning of it and it could also honor the ancestor but just knock of the ‘d’!

2. What was the last time you cried?

It’s actually not too recently, oddly enough!  I’ve been a little on edge for hormonal reasons the past few days, and the good ol’ dissatisfaction with my current place in the world, but I’ll cite the funniest example.  I watched an episode of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys where the people tried to put Herc on trial for inspiring people to endanger themselves by trying to be ‘heroes’ and how ‘heroes’ had no place in a civilized society.  But in the end he gave a passionate speech about what it means to be a hero and if that’s wrong in the modern world, he’ll gladly go to prison for it, and then all his friends stood up and did the “I am Spartacus” thing to stand by him, and I’m not gonna lie, I got a little choked up.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope!  This is unusual among my high school classmates, but normal among my college friends.  I do have two cats that I unload my motherly feelings on, though, along with some of my friends’ kids, to whom I am an honorary auntie.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I’ve come around to being mostly irony-free and earnest!  However, I feel being around my brother brings out my sarcastic side.  And sometimes I will try to use sarcasm for good, ie. sarcastically complaining about my friends’ qualities that are clearly false and the opposite of their best qualities, to demonstrate how absurd their own self-criticism is to me.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I mean, obviously just seeing them I’ll notice what they look like, but I feel I am also very attuned to the kind of energy people project, and shy away from certain kinds of energy and gravitate toward others.  I don’t mean anything weird and spiritual by this, I just mean the vibes and emotions I pick up from the way people talk, carry themselves, respond to others, etc.

6. What’s your eye color?

It’s a dull greyish shade of green or blue that looks greener or bluer or brighter depending on what I’m wearing.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I mean, for sure happy endings!  There’s certain brands of ‘horror’ that aren’t too rough for me and have elements I do enjoy, but often that milder horror will have a happy ending, too!

8. Any special talents?

Well, if I’m honest, I have no false modesty about my singing voice.  In fact, I have been known (to my shame) to get a little vain or show-offy about it.  But so many people tell me it’s nice, and I take great joy in singing, and I like the sound of it, too, and I have a special pride when I am able to lead people in song because my voice is on-pitch and strong and confident.

9. Where were you born?

Billings, Montana!

10. What are you hobbies?

At the moment?  I’m trying to get back into drawing and writing fanfics.  But I have not achieved massive success so far!  I’ve had more success reading through my third biography of Lafayette, and writing weird meta-essays comparing fandom stuff . . . When I’m with like-minded friends, we always sing folk-songs or hymns together, and that’s always a wonderful time!  Occasionally I enjoy playing my guitar alone or cross-stitching as well . . .  To simplify, my hobbies are everything and nothing!!

11. Do you have any pets?

Cats!  My two girls I adopted in Korea, Kartoshka (Toshka for short) and Dulcinea (Dulcie for short) have now joined their venerable old uncle Phoenix, whom I got in high school and who stayed with my parents while I was in Korea.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play softball in middle school, and I took a summer course in Mixed Martial Arts once.  When I was a little girl, I took ballet.  But I’m not super-athletic by nature, so I haven’t played in quite a while.

13. How tall are you?

5′3′‘-5′4′‘ I think.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Choir, Art (specifically loved my sculpture class; my teacher was amazing!) and Acting in high school.  Really loved my Philosophy class and Classical Mythology class when I got to college, but my FAVORITE class of my college career was Screenwriting!

15. Dream job?

Well, as you can see by my favorite subjects and favorite hobbies, my interests are very wide across the spectrum of the arts!  Do I wanna be a musical theatre actress?  A folk/filk singer?  A stage or film director, or actress?  A screenwriter?  An author of fiction or an author of comparative literature criticism?  A comic book writer/illustrator?  A sculptor?  An English teacher or college lecturer who just gets to monologue about my favorite books and themes as a living?  A youtuber who does the same?  All of the above and more? 

But also, my career experience so far has been in International ESL Education, and I do love working with kids!  I specifically loved working closer with individual kids in a tutoring capacity, while also experiencing new cultures!  So I was looking into au pair/governess stuff . . .

Following in the footsteps of my esteemed forebear, I won’t tag anyone specifically, but welcome anyone who sees this (especially if we know each other!) to participate, if they feel so inclined! :)

#about me #this was nice and meditative

[blaberid]

halloween ends SECOND impressions

after a second viewing and a couple of nights’ sleep of varying quality i think i have gained a little more clarity... but only a little.

there will be spoilers this time!!!

i think i’m having such a hard time figuring out how to even feel about this movie because honestly... there were things i liked and things i disliked and it’s just really hard to make up my mind. but maybe i don’t have to. maybe it can just exist somewhere in the middle. floating around with no clear placement on my halloween movie ranking list.

it’s definitely hard to come to terms with the fact that this won’t be another halloween kills for me. i swear to frick that movie helped me through some tough times. i would reward myself by going to see it for getting further on my thesis, and over the span of a little less than a month, i went to see it eight times in total. it became the movie i saw in theaters the most times by a MASSIVE margin so it’s immensely special to me... not to mention that it catapulted me right back into my horror movie obsession after pretty much sleeping on it for many years... kind of like... michael myers himself!!

so yeah it’s been a year where i’ve been living and breathing horror, giddily looking forward to the release of halloween ends, while also dreading it, cuz after it’s out, it’ll all be over... and like i KNOW even though they’ve gone out of their way to proclaim this as the absolute final movie, we all know our slashers and how much hollywood love to bullshit but like... it’s still quite a shock to deal with... i can’t see them making more movies in the franchise for several years at least. but like. what do i know?

the moment they started advertising this movie as being “different” and that there was only going to be “one survivor” out of the two main driving forces i already started to brace myself, but i still kept clinging to the hope that it would be satisfying and that i would love it...

soooo yeah, i really truly desperately wanted this to be my halloween kills experience 2.0. and now i need to come to terms with the fact that it won’t be that.

my personal circumstances aside...

the movie was... fine. it was fun. it entertained me, kept me on edge, and introduced some interesting concepts. michael was in it sometimes and he was very cute. he even did his iconic head tilt a few times. it would have made an excellent middle movie or a side story. if i had watched it in bulk as part of my halloween movie marathon i would really have enjoyed it. it was definitely more fun and campy than gritty and nasty, which is exactly what my taste in horror is like. but as the grand finale for an excellent trilogy and one i had been hyped for for an entire year, it fell flat on its face. the promotional material was completely false advertising. like it really made it seem like the movie would be all about the epic final battle when in reality that plotline was sidelined and tacked onto the ending while the majority of the movie was about a completely new character.

the corey in the room...

he was pretty interesting. i don’t hate him. i hate that they made such a significant movie all about him, but i found the concept behind him and his story pretty fun, and an interesting side project for michael to explore. i spent the entire movie dreading where they were going with him, from the moment they showed him wearing identical coveralls to michael... they really had me thinking they could be planning to retire michael and replace him with a new character. the absolute highlight of the movie was when michael showed up and nipped that in the bud and i could breathe easily. good job.

laurie’s ending line about evil changing shape has me a little worried not gonna lie. michael is irreplaceable. don’t even think about it. if you want a new character, make up a new franchise. please...

it did feel kinda off as a sequel to halloween kills (especially if you’ve seen the alternate extended ending but yeah)... like... maybe a bit too abrupt of a change... like i can see laurie having a change of heart to be more like her daughter wanted her to be, especially after the mass tragedies, but it was overall pretty jarring. she felt like she was from an alternate timeline for most of the movie.

i absolutely do not agree with the decision to seemingly have michael killed off and frankly i will never forgive them for it, but i understand why they did it especially in the light of the current political climate... i guess team laurie deserve a timeline where she comes out victorious... but i don’t think this timeline was the right one for it, due to how it was heavily implied that michael wasn’t even particularly focused on her this time around and that she was the one who put herself in his path... and ymmv of course but to me at least halloween is all about michael and his indestructibility and him coming out on top no matter the odds. i really wish they’d left it ambiguous... it really doesn’t feel like it aligns with the spirit of the halloween franchise. this was my favorite halloween sequel timeline, and i ended up disagreeing with how it ended. i am frankly heartbroken! but i’ll always have halloween kills... nothing can change that... it’s just... man. i wanted to love this. it’s such a massive L to take that i’m going to need some time to like... go through the five stages of grief.

i never did like the idea of michael being imprisoned for such a long ass time to begin with so maybe the only halloween timeline that is canon in my heart begins and ends with halloween (1978). i can still enjoy the other movies (halloween 5 my beloved)... but yeah. it’s such a strange jumbled franchise with so many timelines but the beauty of it is that you can just kind of pick and choose how you want the story to go personally. i mean that’s true with all fiction when all comes down to it, but it’s ESPECIALLY true with halloween.

i am really sad to see them close the curtains on this timeline, but nothing lasts forever. if there’s one thing slashers have taught us it is that no death can ever be 100% confirmed but yeah... this time it did seem really deliberate so i doubt they’re gonna follow up with anything...

...

ONLY HE CAN SAVE US NOW!!!!!!!

WHERE IS HE WHEN WE NEED HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ridijournal #halloween #michael myers #halloween ends spoilers #halloween ends #horror

[docholligay]

Okay I promise I’m not backtracking too much BUT

Someone said they thought you could almost make out that Touga is kissing her forehead, making this very suitably not weird. While, from studying the scene, I’m not sure that’s true, it’s not explicitly FALSE, and so I choose to believe it because it sparks joy.

BUT ALSO:

I’ve been thinking a lot about the movie and the prince and how I think it all works here. In the anime, it was clearly, “being the prince can only end in tears and you shouldn’t try because it will bend you into a monster. It is an unattainable thing, you stupid child.” Which I felt about 86 ways at once about. I’m STILL trying to feel my way about how I feel re: prince in the anime.

And so the movie’s sort of…lack of harping on the idea is really interesting to me. We seem to have a few ideas floating around about what it means to be the prince. We have Juri in the beginning, being called the prince, and so is it excellence? Popularity? The scene with Akio and Anthy seems to suggest that the prince is about control. And then going all the way back to the beginning, with the story about the witch, it behaves as though the whole idea is a made up construct. The prince is in no way “real” in the movie, even as much as he was in the anime. And don’t get me wrong, I am actually a huge fan of prince as CONCEPT.

And so here, as I thought on it, when Utena said that Touga really was her prince, and the movie doesn’t seem to be taking any cynical view of that, I wondered if we don’t have another and maybe kinder view of the idea of princeliness. Maybe what it means to be a prince is to sacrifice yourself for others, even knowing the cost.  And that means letting other people be angry at you for doing so. It’s easier to die for a cause than live for one. And maybe that’s part of it too–princes don’t go on. You have to die young to be remembered as noble, you get old, you make mistakes, you get cynical. But for one moment, you can do one good thing, and that can be your legacy, and there’s as much poetry to that as there is tragedy.

I don’t know if this is supported by further events, and I’m not even coming down hard on “I am absolutely right here” because I do want to see how I’m feeling about  it, but I’m bolstered by the fact that after letting go of Touga, after admitting he was a real prince after all, Utena finds the strength to GO. And not only to go, but to take Anthy with her. She may be the boy who drowned herself–I haven’t forgotten all of that from the end of the anime–but even knowing that, she has to try, because she’s seen through all the set dressing of Ohtori.

ANYWAY WOW DID THIS GO ON A TANGENT

#Doc waches Utena #Utena Movie

[alligatorjesie]

For those of you who don’t know Bunny, she is commonly called a ‘bunny ear cactus’.

But don’t let the name fool you there is nothing fucking cute about this asshole.

She’s covered in nearly microscopic spines called glochids that can’t be pulled out with your fingers. No, this little shit’s glochids are so tiny you’ll have to use tweezers and a back light to even see them well enough to remove them. And if any part of the glochid is left in the skin which is likely because they regularly break with the frailty of my childhood dreams to become a real dinosaur, don’t fret, it’ll painfully remind you it’s there until you remove it entirely by itching and burning.

I put her in the pot I carved a spider on because I want everyone who sees her to instantly revolt enough to not touch.

Not to say Orb Weavers are revolting, I think they’re quite cute, just most people don’t like giant spiders. And what better way to telegraph ‘Do Not Touch’ then with a giant spider?

But this plant has taught me one thing and that’s how to be ‘the whole problem’.

So today I’m going to take her advice and be

The Problem.

@rjalker

No I don’t.

It’s really fucking weird how I’ve been in the reylo fandom for over 7 years and don’t remember this exchange. Or know anyone in the fandom who holds this belief.

You wouldn’t have any proof would you?

I’ll wait.

@machoestofmen

People who ship a canon ship from a very popular sci fi movie don’t deserve human rights?

The fuck?

No, no, What the fuck? Explain yourself.

A group of people don’t deserve human right because of a Fucking Ship?

I don’t fucking shit on you for enjoying Steven Universe porn, so who the flying fuck do you think you are to shame other people in fandom for enjoying a fictional fucking ship?

Fuck You.

@shadowmaat

You know I do agree with you about that whole ‘don’t send death threats’ thing. It’s a rule I follow religiously. I’m a furry you see, well before I was ever a reylo, and I’ve been told I should go die since I pretty much started using the internet back when I was a child.

It feels bad man.

But my God’s name in Christ have I met some Anti-Reylos who do not feel that telling someone to die is wrong in the slightest.

And these are just some of mine, not to mention the ones send to other reylos, which please allow me:

While I unfortunately with no doubt could go on, I don’t want to.

Getting told by an Anti I should have my dead body raped by a nail covered dildo for enjoying a ship once is once enough in a lifetime but alas, I gotten over 900 of them for being in the reylo fandom alone, not to mention the countless ones over a lifetime being a furry.

Don't recommend it.

0 out of 10.

This is a lot of harassment towards a fandom that isn't fucking racist but every time we try to point this fact out people like you jump to complete and total assfucks like @rootbeergoddess 's defense for some honestly pretty fucking false accusations.

I do stop and regularly think about why people think reylos are racist but struggle pretty hard because it’s not coming from inside this fandom that's for fucking sure.

In my experience, and who would have more here since I’m an active member of the reylo fandom since The Force Awakens came out back in 2015, the reylos have been quite good about pushing bad actors out of their fandom spaces. On par or surpassing even the furry fandom’s response to nazis in their fandom.

And furries take kicking nazis Very Seriously.

The assholes very happily reveal themselves and the fandom as a whole pushes them out like a splinter. Feel free to show me a post where a reylo was being racist and I'll show you that person's dead account because the reylo fandom did it's due diligence.

Most of the instances that antis give me as ‘proof’ has been easily debunked in a few minutes with Google only to reveal the user in question is no longer an active member of the reylo community because they’ve been asked to fucking leave and the offending account is no longer active.

I have examples if you'd like to see them:

Like this one where the OP posted a tweet from an account that just liked to cause shit and had long ago been banned.

This one from a user who went silent back in early 2021 after some intense fallout in the fandom.

This one, a DM sent to the OP in another language and looking through a bad translation was a rather heartfelt plea which OP somehow misinterpreted as a death threat because they couldn’t fathom why a reylo would send such a thing to such a account after dealing with their harassment on top of the entire shit show that was 2020.

Or this one, which they caption as a reylo post but since they removed the unsername and I did legitimately struggle to find the original post we can only fucking guess if it is or isn’t actually a reylo. Then managed to repost finnrey artwork from another user without asking and couldn't be fucked to spend 5 minutes with Google to figure out who it was.

I had to do extra work because this user really liked to block out the usernames from the people who said this shit.

Paradoxically protecting the people they’ve set out to shame.

Mind you this user is also a hardcore finnrey shipper who thinks the reylos are racist for shipping Rey with Ben and are somehow responsible for Disney not pairing him with Rey even though he has 3 other love interests that don't involve pairing him with the white girl. They have multiple accounts dedicated to harassing reylos.

So this is just a thing they like to do.

Listen. I get it you don’t like reylos because maybe you saw a 5 year old tweet where a long ago shunned user who hasn't been active in the reylo fandom for at least 3 years now said some pretty gnarly shit or you decided long ago you don’t like some aspect of the ship because you feel in your giblets something was sus about it then treated the people in the fandom like shit but just can’t ever figure out why they’re always to rude to you or you don’t like Ben because you think he’s a nazi even though every time we try to show you the perfectly fine Hux who literally did this in the very first movie you just close your eyes and thumb up your ears, whatever the fucking reason.

I want you to understand one very important thing:

There are in fact real nazis Star Wars fandom

Really real racists

Who make being in this fandom day after day a fucking gantlet.

but my guy,

my dude,

my tumblr affiliate,

The reylos are not those people.

I do however regularly see Antis calling reylos racist but then the proof they have is wild shit like a photo edit made by a 15 year old back in 2016 and someone just took the fact they had to remove Finn to put Ben in there as ‘proof of racism’.

Like,

Ya’ll,

It’s a fan edit made by a teenager. It ain’t that fucking nefarious.

Not when you consider we get this almost exact shot in the movies nearly 7 years later.

Almost like this was the natural progression of this character in these movies.

And that this ship was very obvious from the start of this trilogy.

And that maybe harassing a group of women who simply had the wherewithal to notice the son of 2 OG characters was probably gonna be redeemed and suffering 7 years of harassment over A Romantic Ship So Obvious And Telegraphed They Had Actors Auditioning for Kylo Ren Read Lines From 'Pride and Prejudice' was maybe unjustified.

Re-fucking-gardless of the ship and how canon it is or isn't.

I got fanfiction. I got fanart. I don’t need official Star Wars to care about reylo. We still care about reylo and make reylo content and for most people in this fandom that is more than enough. This is a very active fandom and content is being created for it daily, years after the last absolute disappointment of a movie that was ep9 came out.

Disney ain't going to stop me from drawing smut of the characters I love. Anti-reylos ain't going to change the fact reylos have wrote a better episode 9 a thousand times over on AO3, and their versions have some great fucking sex scenes in them. Disney would fucking never give me that much although The Last Jedi did have a lot of metaphorically literal pussies in it and I got to say I appreciate that Rian.

In fact I don't know a single reylo who would tell anyone from any other fandom not to pursue the ship they enjoy. If you're a Finnrey and you hate reylo so much you do nothing else but write fanfiction where Finn and Rey spend 20 chapters brutally beating Kylo Ren within and inch of his life and end ever chapter by having graphic sex in front of his bloodied and beaten body, a little fucking psychotic of you and maybe you should talk to a doctor about all this misdirected anger but I can tell you one fucking thing right now:

The Reylos wont stop you.

I don't know of a single reylo who has ever told someone from another fandom they can't ship what they like but god fucking damnit if I ain't seen page upon page of anti-reylos telling us we can't ship reylo because of X, Y, and Z reasons.

I don’t think I’m crazy. I’ve been in this fandom too long to not notice this trend and it’s an alarmingly common one. The first group of people most likely to attack reylos are alt-right nazis on twitter and reddit, and the second group is anti-reylo finnreys who are upset because a few Reylos asked John Boyega to maybe not talk about the Married Woman he calls his friend like she's a trophy to be fucked to one up those same alt-right nazis on fucking Twitter.

Fun fact you probably didn't know;

The tweet that John originally responded to with the 'lay pipe' tweet was in fact an alt-right sock puppet account who's sole purpose was to stir shit.

It's an awful but painfully enlightening read if you wish to check out the full article.

Isn’t something about all that a little fucking weird to you?

Why is it this way?

And don’t tell me ‘the racism’ because if you bothered to read a single thing above this sentence you’d know it most fucking certainty is not.

I don’t want to hate anyone in this or any other fandom. I would absolutely adore a world where any fan of any ship can stroll through reddit or twitter or tumblr proclaiming to all the world the thing they love and never see one negative comment about it because ultimately at the end of the day it's all fiction and this doesn't hurt you personally.

Don’t you wanna live in that world? The world where you can post your Finnrey smut and I can post my furry reylo smut and the kylux shippers can post their BDSM artwork and the guys who are still shipping Luke and Leia can go do whatever the fuck they’re doing in their corner, what the fuck ever man they’re consenting adults who ain't hurting anyone at this point and I got not skin in that game, and we can all just get the fuck along.

Ship what you.

I ain't your fucking mother.

But I am a motherfucker.

@blackfilmmakers

Allow me to extend an incredibly rare olive branch as I’m not known in this fandom for being calm and collected but I feel somewhere along the way you and the reylo fandom got off on the wrong foot. I feel as if with very minimal heartfelt conversation with one you will find we’re not the horrible racist fandom you should be hating on and are actually very similarly treated as people of color are by the Star Wars fandom as a whole.

The Star Wars fandom historically does not like women just as much as they don’t like people of color.

And a large portion of reylos are women.

I will happily hold your hand and walk you through the issues you have with this fandom and the very not real fictional characters in it. I will do it personally and if you ask Very Nicely I won’t even say the word ‘Fuck’ if that pleases you.

All I ask is when I show you my consideration that maybe those Reylos who were racist to you once are no longer in the fandom and if you give me just a moment of your time I can prove it to you. All I ask is that you put your bias aside momentarily and hear me out.

After all who would know about the reylo fandom more than an active reylo?

I get it. Some people in the Star Wars fandom were mean to people of color. But won't you be just absolutely shocked to hear that those assholes were mean to the reylos too?

The reylos who are overwhelmingly not white by the way, 68% white is an unheard statistic when the furry fandom is a comical 83% white.

For years, even after The Last Jedi came out, Reylos were regularly banned from Star Wars communities. Posts users made about the subject would get locked and the user banned.

There are numerous areas of reddit that are still incredibly hostile to reylos and people of color in the Star Wars fandom.

Go on meow.

Make a positive post at reddit’s r/saltierthancrait about a black character in Star Wars and then make another post speaking positively about reylo and watch as they both get down voted into oblivion.

We’ve both been going through the same hate in this fandom so you have to understand why I’m so completely fucking baffled that you’ve taken all this anger and hatred you’ve received from the Star Wars fandom as a whole and directed it at the one group of fans who have been treated just as poorly by the overarching Star Wars fandom.

Who in the reylo fandom has recently harassed you? Who in the reylo fandom was being openly racist to you? In the last few days? Months? Years? Tell me who the fuck they are and I will personally chew them a new asshole and tell them to get the fuck out of the fandom, as I’ve made it quite clear I’m more than capable of doing it.

I don’t want racist fuckwads in my community anyways.

I don’t accept them in the furry fandom, and I don’t accept them in the reylo fandom.

I’m spending my time here and now on this because you’re giving the spotlight to someone who is making some pretty fucking harsh and out-fucking-right lies about a fandom I’m an active member in that I love very much. I've spent nearly 8 years now building a worldwide community that stretches to every corner of the planet so it feels really shitty when someone who made a post Straight Out Lying about that fandom gains undeserved traction.

Let's dissect @rootbeergoddess's post down a little shall we?

I know it’s been a while since I ranted about Reylo but I find so funny is how the Reylos killed their own fandom and now they have nothing.

Nothing? The reylos have nothing? We don't have over 30 published books that were once reylo fanfictions?

We don't have a thriving active communities on tumblr and twitter?

There were over 18 new posts to the #reylo tag Just Last Night and at least 3 of them were brand new pieces of artwork. At least 8 of those were fanfic related.

And that's just on tumblr.

Right out the fucking gate and they're full of shit.

And to be honest, I don’t think I would have hated Reylo so much had the fans had been decent people. Like if you’re going to ship something problematic, just admit that it is and don’t be surprised if some people don’t like it.

It's called 'enemies to lovers' not 'friends to besties' you daffy fuck. It's safe to fucking say the characters start out as enemies since there's a fucking war going on in the movies.

You sure seem to like Five Nights a Freddie's an awful lot even though the characters in the game literally kill people, but I'll be goddamned it no one ever tells you you can't woobify them and draw porn of them or whatever the fuck your blog is filled to the brim with.

If Darth Fucking Vader can get a goddamn redemption after a lifetime of murdering I think we as fans can forgive Ben for a few reasons because:

It's fucking fake. Ben Solo/Rey/reylo isn't real and they can't hurt you.

If reylo has hurt you it's because you let it hurt you.

I'm not holding a goddamn gun to your head and telling you to ship reylo. No one in this fucking fandom is doing that. If it ain't your jam then leave it the fuck in the fridge and go about your day.

I'm not going to admit my ship is problematic because A: It's a pretty fucking vanilla enemies-to-lovers ship and B: even if it fucking was what fucks should you give?

No one in any fandom is fucking demanding you ship something.

But Reylos had to be extra. They had to be racist as hell as well as annoying. They were so annoying that various people who work for Lucasfilm went private. They spammed Tumblr tags constantly! Also, on Twitter they went around, commenting on any and all Star Wars tweets with #SaveBenSolo.

Hey guys is posting in our own fucking tag spamming? Asking for a friend.

See, I've been in this fandom for a really long time and I recall many positive engagement with reylos since Daisy kept liking and reposting reylo artwork and Kelly also showed an interest in the ship.

I don't recall the reylos being the reason Daisy Ridley or Kelly Marie Tran felt the need to leave the fucking internet. Reylos actually like those characters and actors.

But users like rootbeergoddess sure knows a thing or 2 about harassing people for enjoying a ship.

And now they don’t have anything. There is no way in hell Disney is going to make another movie related to the new trilogy and I doubt they’ll make any other media related to it either. All that work at being the worst part of the Star Wars fandom and they nothing.

Disney could fucking explode tomorrow but I will continue to draw reylo porn. The active members of this fandom will not be fucking stopped either. It has been 3 years since The Rise of Skywalker came out and even still this fandom is nonplussed by the shit ending they gave us. We just made new endings.

Disney has no fucking power over me or anyone else in this fandom.

This isn't the dig you think it is.

I could not give a single fuck if Disney never touches the sequel trilogy again.

Unlike rootbeergoddess who seems real upsetty the MCU is a fucking thing and seems to let a lot of things bother them.

Now that we got that out of the way let's take a quick look at what I mean by 'Rootbeergoddess seems to let a lot of things bother them' and take a stroll though their fucking dense 'anti' tags.

The user you choose to reblog this post from has a long history of harassing members of the reylo fandom.

They have a long and concerning history of harassing A Lot of fandoms.

@rootbeergoddess has a fucking problem and needs to talk to someone about it instead of spending 200+ posts since 20cocksucking17 dedicated to shitting on a fandom that consists of mostly young women of a wide assortment of races who just want to see two characters bang.

This level of harassment isn't any fucking different than the people who harassed Kelly Marie Tran and Daisy Ridley off the internet by doing shit just like this.

I understand that the point of this blog is to uplift black voices and good on you, I’m glad you’re doing that and I wish you 100 more happy years doing it, but yo, you're not helping Anyone if the voice you choose to lift has just as many empty incorrect hurtful accusations as the

very real

very hateful racist

already known to be in this fandom.

Aww shit I gotta level all this snark out with some positivity uhh let's see here fandom positive fandom posit- Ahh! Here we go!

Some Untitled Goose/Porg Game fanart I made.

I would play the shit out of that game.

#Anti Talk #reylo