#wow this kind of sounds like a long rant

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Bisexual. Bisexual. Bisexual. Bisexual!

It was the only word that was now bouncing around in Eddie Munson's brain. Steve had come out several minutes ago along with Robin, and they had long since moved on to playing Rocky Horror Picture show. The characters danced around in front of him, along with the word bouncing around in his head, in time with the music. Steve was saying how hot Tim Curry was, and suddenly Eddie imagined putting on the outfit himself. He imagined Steve saying that about him as he ran his hand up his thigh. Eddie shrieked.

"Pause! I have to make a phone call!" Eddie exclaimed, jumping up.

It was like all the lights in his head turned on, and there was this little man standing standing next to a projector as he showed Eddie all of the things that he had suppressed.

"Are you okay, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, can I use your phone?" Eddie exclaimed.

"Sure, man," Steve said.

Eddie rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone. He dialed the familiar number pretty quickly and waited impatiently as the phone rang. A few rings later, and Ronnie answered the phone.

"Hey, Ronnie," Eddie said.

"What did you do now? Your voice sounds pretty high," Ronnie said.

"Nothing, Jesus," Eddie said rolling his eyes.

"You haven't been accused of murder again, have you?" Ronnie asked.

"No!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, you still haven't told me exactly what happened," Ronnie said.

"And I'm still not going to," Eddie sighed. "This isn't why I called. Do you know David Bowie?"

"Do I know him personally? No," Ronnie said. "Do I know of him? Yes."

"Ugh, you sarcastic shit. I think I'm like Bowie," Eddie said and groaned. "Ugh, I had that word in my head, but I think it fell out. . . Bisexual! Yes, that."

"Oh. Wow," Ronnie said and paused. "Would it annoy you to know that I kind of already figured that out a long time ago?"

"What? How?!" He asked.

"Oh, you were obvious even if you didn't know that you were being obvious," she said.

"Well, you could have given me a heads up, Ronnie," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, no. This was something that you needed to figure out for yourself," she said, and she paused. "Thanks for telling me."

"You're my best friend, Ronnie. You should be the first one to know about anything big like that," Eddie said. "Which apparently you already knew about."

"And yet, I still don't know what happened over spring break," she said. "Which is fine. By the way, even if I didn't know before I left, I would have known immediately when you made the call from the hospital and ranted about Steve Harrington's strong arms."

"Jesus, don't remind me," Eddie blushed. "I was high on pain meds."

"By the way, when I called before, it was Steve who answered. I like him. I approve of you and him raising that orphaned child together," Ronnie said. "He wouldn't shut up about you or what you're like with that kid. Jesus, why didn't you tell me you adopted a child with a man?"

"His name is Dustin, and he has a mom," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I definitely like him better than Paige," Ronnie said.

"Would you give it a rest about Paige?" Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I still don't think she ever had a deal in place to begin with. You would have gone to LA, and there would have been no audition," Ronnie said.

"I'm hanging up now," Eddie sighed, the corners of his mouth lifted up.

"Good luck," Ronnie said, and Eddie hung up the phone.

Eddie walked into back into the living room where Steve and Robin were whispering amongst themselves.

"Everything alright?" Steve asked as Eddie sat back on the couch.

"Yeah, apparently I'm bisexual and I've always been like that. I just didn't know it," Eddie shrugged.

"What? Are you telling me you just had a crisis? Did you just go double-check?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, a little crisis, but I'm good now," Eddie said. "I called Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Robin asked.

"Eddie's Robin," Steve explained.

"You have a Robin?" She asked.

"No, a Ronnie," Eddie corrected, and she rolled her eyes.

"So, you realized it just a few minutes ago?" Steve asked as he leaned over Robin.

"Yeah, after you guys came out, then when Tim Curry came on and then again when you called him hot. All I kept thinking about was how I wished you were calling me hot," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Time for us to switch places," Robin grinned.

Steve and Robin swapped, so now Steve was sitting close to Eddie. He put his arm on the couch behind Eddie.

"Eddie," Steve said softly, and Eddie turned to face him. "You are very hot. Hotter than Tim Curry. You would look absolutely sinful in that outfit."

He leaned forward and kissed Eddie gently. Eddie kissed him back before Steve broke the kiss. He leaned back against the couch and pulled Eddie against his side, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"If Vickie wasn't working tonight, then this could be a double date," Robin said.

"Next time," Eddie grinned.

"Welcome to the club, Eddie," Robin said.

"Thanks," Eddie said softly.

Eddie relaxed into Steve’s arms, turning sideways and burrowing his head into Steve’s neck while throwing his arm across his stomach. The puzzle that was his life felt a little more complete now.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #stranger things ronnie ecker #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bi4bi #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things ficlet

[st4rgzer]

ORANGE JUICE matt sturniolo

summary: y/n comes back after a few tough months (very much recommend listening to orange juice by noah kahan before reading)

genre: fluff and angst

cw: big TW for recovering and becoming sober :)

a/n: again, theres more info in the songs if this doesn’t make much sense but yeah, hope y’all like it<3, will do more song rec fics, i love them

The triplets called me today, they heard I was better and they were hanging out with Nate and some other friends, so I decided to tag along.

It’s been 6 months on the dot since I got sober, I think they know about it. I’ve kind off disappeared from the face of the earth, changing myself, and I wasn’t sure if some people would approve.

I knock on the door and I’m greeted by Nick immediately, he engulfs me in a hug that lasts about a minute

“nick I missed you too but I think that’s enough” I laughed, trying to unwrap his arms, he eventually does it himself.

“yeah stop hogging her!” Chris says before wrapping his arms around me in yet another never ending hug. After a bit, Im left standing in front of Matt, he’s different, he’s grown a little bit of a beard, barely a beard, more like a stubble, a smile creeps up on my face, a familiar one, a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“you look great” he smiles at me, coming closer and embracing me in my third hug in the span of 5 minutes, I linger there for a little longer, he sighs and rests his head on the crook of my neck, his words tickle. “I’ve missed you, a lot” I giggle a bit as the stubble brushed against me jawline. I break from the hug as soon as I remember Nick, Chris, and Nate are waiting on us. “I missed you too” I whispered before Nick began ranting on about the things I’ve missed.

“And we’ve been on tour! And we’re going again soon” he explains as the end of his Ted talk comes to an end.

“wow! Thats great, im so happy for you guys” I can’t help but have a huge smile on my face, looking at the three and realizing how much they’ve grown without me, and the fact they’ve waited for me and they’re not mad at me for leaving, no questions asked.

“What have you been up to?” Matt asks with a quiet voice “if you don’t mind us asking” he quickly reassures me I don’t have to say anything I’m not comfortable with.

“Well, I’ve been getting help, doing better now” I leave it there, not wanting to give any more information than I needed to, not right now at least.

“That’s amazing, we’re proud of you” Matt places a hand on mine for comfort, everyone nods agreeing.

“Wanna help me with the snacks?” Matt breaks the silence, I nod and he leads me to the kitchen, it hasn’t changed a bit since I got here, there’s just more stuff, it’s more lived in, I like it.

I open the fridge and see a row of beers at the bottom, probably for when friends come over, my body goes tense and the sounds around me become muffled, I snap out of it when Matt pats on my shoulder.

“Hey, you alright?” He ask’s concerned, I know he’s trying to keep a calm expression but I can tell he’s worried.

“Yeah I’m fine just- got caught up for a second” I utter out with a sigh, I don’t notice my hand trembling till he grabs it.

“Theres orange juice here, I know it’s your favorite” he says softly, rubbing the palm of my hand, making sure I looked at him in the eyes so I wouldn’t get distracted with something else.

“Yeah? Thanks, I’ll get it then” I smile at him, he kissed the tips of my fingers gently

“Anything you need ok? Count on me, please” he begged, looking at me with sincerity, no games.

I nodded and the corners of my mouth turned upwards as it hit me that I was with him again, after such a long time, for me at least. I then grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured myself a cup, Matt glancing at me with a smile on his face as I did so.

Our hearts have changed, our faces have changed, but we’ll always find our way back to each other, no matter the changes we succumb to, and I’ll always hold that in my heart.

taglist: @iha8you @dwntwn-strnlo @slaysturniolo @stvrni0lo @strniolo @gabbylovesreading @sturn3g1rl @ifilwtmfc

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff

[sgiandubh]

What makes a very mature and educated woman confuse the charisma of Jamie and Claire and fall behind the illusion of Sam and Cait?

Look at this picture and many others, look at Cait's smile and the happiness in her eyes

Look at the color of Tony's lips, I don't need to continue

Below this picture are many pictures of them from many years ago

This man has been a reality since 2015, so let us accept reality even if we do not like it

Note: I would love to read everything you write aside from Outlander and S&C

Dear (b)Itchy Anon,

Ah, yes. You folks are definitely a very predictable bunch, because you simply cannot help yourself and just have to do it. Every. Single. Christmas. Eve. For reasons transparent enough to make you & your kin instantly unlikeable.

I was just thinking, the other day, believe it or not. I was thinking of the disingenuous way you - or someone like you - engaged with @cb4tb on another Christmas Eve and told myself: 'I bet the farm this year it's going to be me'. And here we are, with a rather long - and also, rather curious- comment. What am I going to do with you, Anon? Just write a rather long and ironic answer to your delirious rant, what else?

Calling me 'very mature' made me spit my Pepsi - always better in Romania than the eternal Coca-Cola - and I have to dubiously and cheaply congratulate myself, too. In about six months, you were forced to transition from 'Christ, shippers are stupid' to 'Golly, some -if not most - of them really are educated people'. An apparent paradox that never made you question your surroundings.

For instance, I do not need to wear a turban, sport a cigarette holder, rent a garish tent and call myself Miss Cleo, in order to tell with eerie precision English is not your mother tongue, either. You still do have a big problem with phrasal verbs, because you couldn't have possibly meant I 'fell behind the S&C illusion', but rather that 'I fell for that illusion'. You see, falling behind is 'failing to do something in time' or 'being late with a due payment' or 'being unable to make the same progress as one's peers'. We, shippers, naturally have this kind of superpowers. And seasoned bullshit-o-meters, too.

For your information, I haven't. I explained it at length. There is no possible way to do it if one uses common sense and street smarts only. What I did see, along with thousands of other people, mind you, had absolutely -forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin again - fucking nothing to do with Seamus and Sorcha. I mean, d'oh - is this your best argument, Anon? That sad, wilted talking point? Wow. Just wow.

Then, you totally lose control and take The Scarecrow out of the closet (yes, pun totally intended), in the hope you'll make me screech with dread & horror, I suppose. Exactly which one of the five to ten max Tait pics am I supposed to look at? The one at the marathon, where he checks her pulse? The one in Australia, when he pitifully dangles that stick on a beach? The one with the flute? The fist-in-hand one? The one at this year's IFTA, where she looks through him and he begs for a smile? I shall never know, because you do not add any picture and since I am not Miss Cleo, there's no way I could ever guess. Instead, you describe Neverland in Technicolor, lips included (so help me God, I never looked at McIdiot's lips: I take pride in being mentally sound). Indeed, there is no need to continue, Anon, lest you would insist to ridicule yourself.

This man has been a (questionably) useful prop since 2016, in order to give credence to a narrative. You all know it. You all deny it. You live in a parallel reality, currently embraced by PR. Amen. That does not give you the right to police this fandom and no, your derailed zeal will not get you any Brownie points from C.

Speaking only for myself, I will tell you one last time: I will never blindly accept a convenient compromise fiction just because TPTB and/or PR tell me so.

Note: I doubt my writing interests you. I really do, because I don't deal in fanfic. And even if I am an Oriental, know flattery never worked with me. In fact, I can't stand it.

It's Christmas. Take a break from all this pathetic hatred, Anon: if you have but a cell left of humanity in yourself, you can't possibly be proud of this message and there are far more interesting and meaningful ways to spend this special day. He came for you, too. And that is the most important thing in the world, right now.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

[mamisfavmosher]

new kind of love // dominik mysterio x reader

this was requested by the lovely @micheleamidalajedi and i just want you to know that i tried my best with this and i hope you like it:)) Reader is a part of The Judgment Day in this.

prompt: “i never knew i could feel this loved.”

summary: After Dominik was recently inducted into The Judgment Day, he receives more love than he’s ever known before.

Reader’s POV

“I don’t know about this... What if it’s a mistake? What if I lose my matches and you guys regret choosing me? I mean, this could be the worst decision you’ve ever made! This could turn out terrible-” Dominik ranted as he paced across the locker room. He had known about being inducted into The Judgment Day for weeks now, but he hadn’t been nervous about the transition until tonight. He had already gone through the act of Rhea showing him off to the crowd, claiming him as The Judgment Day’s own, and now he was anxiously anticipating what was to come. Everyone knew The Judgment Day as this fierce, aggressive, dominant group, and Dominik wasn’t quite sure he fit in to that scene very well. The idea of turning into a heel and the crowd hating him was getting to him, and the rest of the group could see that.

“Dom, relax. You’re gonna be the best addition to the group that we could ask for.” I said while aiming a sweet smile in his direction. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the four of us sitting on the couch.

“You really think so? I mean, what if the boss wants me to do something crazy and I back out of it? You guys would get rid of me, wouldn’t you?” Dominik sounded exasperated as he perched himself on the coffee table in front of us.

“You’re not going anywhere, Dom Dom. If you back out of doing something you’re not comfortable with, one of us will take over for you.” Rhea said, reaching out and patting his knee.

“Yeah, we work as a family here, mate.” Balor chimed in with a wide grin.

“And, Dom? We don’t disown our family members. No matter what.” Damien gave him a pointed look to let him know he was serious and Dominik returned a weak smile, before it quickly faded.

“But are you guys sure? I’ve never been a heel before and who knows if I’ll even be good at it!” Dom raked a hand through his hair and stared at his shoes.

“Dom...” I moved to sit next to him on the coffee table and placed a hand on his back, lightly rubbing. “You’re gonna be okay. I personally think you’ll make a wicked heel and I know these three agree with me. Tell you what, if you ever feel uncomfortable out there, you can let any of us know and we’ll immediately be there to help you. You don’t have to worry when you’re in our family. We take care of each other.” I pushed some hair behind his ear, smiling at him and kissing his cheek. 

“Plus, we take every opportunity we get to be ringside, so don’t ever worry about going out there because you’re never gonna be alone.” Rhea explained.

I wrapped my arms around his waist as he seemed to relax knowing that we were all on his side and cheering him on.

“Wow... I never knew I could feel this loved. And I haven’t even known you guys that long.” Dominik said with a chuckle, an obvious smile playing at his lips. “Thanks, guys. I really needed that pep talk.” He added, hugging me back.

“Anytime, Dom Dom. We’re here for you.” I pecked his cheek one last time, squeezing him tighter.

Hope you enjoyed!!

#wwe #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley #damien priest #finn balor #monday night raw #wwe superstars #fanfiction

[upsidedownwithsteve]

I love your writing it’s so amazing!!! You are just so incredible and have an amazing talent of capturing Steve’s character! And Eddie! Oh wow so freaking good!!! 😍🧡🧡🧡

I was wondering if you’d possibly be willing to write a little blurb where Steve sees reader admiring flowers while shopping and he buys them for her and surprises her with them. Just something cute and wholesome and not at all a fantasy I wish a boy would do for me 👀😅

Thank you so much my lovely, you’re far too kind! 🥹

It’s not exact to what you sent, I’m sorry! I saw flowers and started rambling but I hope you like it 🧡

You’d had an awful day.

The worst in a while, actually. The morning had started with your alarm not going off, the sun shining through your bedroom window a little brighter than usual, higher in the sky and god, it had been almost eight o’clock before you’d tumbled into the shower.

You’d argued with your mom over breakfast, a half slice of toast between your teeth as you mumbled back your argument, because ‘no mom, I don’t have time to go to the post office, I’m already late’ and ‘yes mom, I know that’s my own fault.’

Then your car had broken down before you could even get it out the drive way, the engine clunking and sputtering before falling silent. Later, the sky had turned from blue to grey on your lunch, the wind whipping up from a light breeze to a colder burst and you’d pouted through your bowl of pasta, unable to sit outside and enjoy the warmth that you always missed when working in Hawkins book store.

But then Steve had popped in on his own break, always a little out of breath when he approached the counter ‘cause Family Video was four blocks away and he only had half an hour free.

But the boy would press his elbows to the counter and beckon your close, hands cupping your cheeks as you smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips for as long as you could both get away with it.

That’s all he usually had time for, but that day, Steve took note of the pucker between your brows, the downturn of your mouth and the heavy sigh of relief you gave him after a sweet kiss.

“Y’okay sweetheart?” He’d asked, voice laced with soft concern, “rough day?”

You felt stupid when you nodded, because the store was empty and quiet as always, just you and your piles of favourite books at the counter. But the frustration and rush of the morning caught up to you, tears brimming pathetically at your lash line.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve soothed, voice dropping to a low murmur, “baby, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, a self-deprecating smile on your face as you waved away your boyfriends concerns. You wiped at your eyes, sniffling as you worried with a stack of papers on the counter instead of looking at Steve.

“It’s fine!” You told him, voice a little too high to be considered fine. “I’m fine, I’m just…” you blew out a breath, tired. “It’s just a bad day Steve and I think I’m getting my period and my tummy hurts and-”

You stopped, sighing again before deciding against your ranting. Steve looked worried, lips turned down into a pretty frown and he reached for your hand, making little sounds of comfort.

“Baby,” he soothed, “I’m sorry.”

He had nothing to apologise for and you both knew that but you nodded anyway, feeling smaller and softer and more delicate than you needed to. Your heart ached to look at him, brown eyes gentle on you, a thumb sweeping over the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him, smile still too watery for Steve’s liking. “I just need to give myself a shake.”

Steve frowned, reaching out to push at the soft of your cheek with his palm, a comforting touch that had you leaning into him immediately. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone and you could’ve whined with how nice it felt; warm touch, rough callouses, gentle intentions.

“How ‘bout I pick you when you’re finished? See if I can make it better.”

You didn’t doubt that, nodding with a smile that felt more real than it had before.

So when the clock above the cash desk turned to six, you said your goodbyes to your boss and eagerly stepped out into the quiet street. The sun had come back out, low and warm in the blue sky as if it returned to apologise to you.

Steve was already waiting, BMW parked on the curb, his body leaning against the passenger side door as he grinned at you, a pretty bouquet of flowers clutched in one hand.

You gasped, unable to help the shy smile that crept across your lips. You felt warm, startled at the gesture but your feet carried you over to the boy with quick, light steps. A flush fell on your chest, eyes coy, hands clasped together under your chin as you gazed up at Steve, your toes touching his.

“There’s my girl,” he greeted, voice all low and warm and it washed over you like the end of a summer day.

“Are those for me?” You couldn’t help the tone of surprise that laced your question. Steve had bought you many flowers before, amongst other gifts and treats, but usually for holidays, birthdays and sometimes just when you were stuck in bed sick. “They’re so pretty.”

And they were, delicate blooms of all the summer shades, lilacs and peaches, soft pinks and pristine white daisies with bright greenery mixed in. They were wrapped in brown paper, tied at the stems with a ribbon and they smelled incredible.

“‘Course they’re for you,” Steve murmured, smiling at your excitement. “Thought you could do with some cheering up, sweetheart.”

He inclined the flowers to you, laughing when you grasped them, pressing your face into the plush of petals. Steve took the opportunity to press a kiss to the crown of your head, stole another one when you looked back up at him beaming.

A low hum, a happy noise, slipping from the back of his throat when you pushed yourself up on your toes to chase him, a hand clutching your flowers as the other one fisted in his jacket collar, pulling the boy back to you.

He tasted like lemonade, smelled like lavender and peonies.

You smiled against Steve’s lips, nudging your nose into his, touch molten, soft and gooey with adoration. You wanted him to wrap you up in him.

“Thank you,” you murmured, messy kisses pressed onto his lips, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, along with your words.

#steve harrington #Steve baby blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #ask

[zarvasace]

Ok actual request LU Four and Legend platonic/found sibling, piece. Preferably with some internal input from the colors in Four's head

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar. 

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit. 

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE 

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?" 

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break 

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four. 

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position. 

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh. 

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant. 

"Ahem. Legend." 

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks. 

"You just… have those?" 

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?" 

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer. 

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask 

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?" 

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter." 

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move. 

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur. 

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache 

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#my writing #shipwrite #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #bunny legend #:)

[ndlqzrz]

Niko rant #2

(I have no ideas and cba to make fics until im motivated/not exhausted😭)

Also its almost 4am and I can’t stop thinking about this man. (Don’t judge we’ve all been there😓)

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Atp, what does niko not have? I’m not hearing anyone say ‘but he’s not muscular’ he’s leng. Like lengerrssss. Idk what it is about lanky fucking men yk? Like simon from sidemen as well bro.. idk what it is. The way he is so tall and just.. omg.. stop even the way he runs is attractive idc that its like a 75 yo. His hands.. omg don’t get me started on them. I’ve seen too many edits with them pls the way they’re so long and slender and just.. JENDJWKSJSJWJ. I wonder what they can do.. (jk🥰) stop and his eyes.. they’re so fucking pretty omg that one photo of him looking up at aj does something to me. His smile is the cutest thing ever idc what anyone says. And the way he laughs especially while running.. the way it sounds so giggly and cutesy. Stop. His little downward smile omfd its so fucking adorable. His confidence. Like I know its an online persona and he said he’s not as extroverted irl but idc. The way his confidence is so attractive.. like wdym you can walk up to someone and strike a random conversation? Hot. So random but he seems like such a genuine and nice guy? Like whatever forget about the trolling I see right through it, I’ve watched too many interviews and podcasts of people including himself talking about him, he seems like such a nice guy like he’s so generous as well its so kind. Literally said irl he’s humble and doesn’t spend that much money on himself. (Which is the vibe I got anyway but yk I had to give proof xx) from what ppl say about him to the way he acts underneath the online persona & trolling. He’s a nice guy. And the way he’s so soft underneath all that you can literally tell. From the way he is with his friends sometimes (esp w kenny & aj) and the way he is with animals & kids. Its so cute. Like he’s so gentle and caring underneath all that omg stop. Cutie patootie who? Stop and he’s so fucking sexy, hot, mwah, did I mention hot? Like and his humour. The sarcastic side comments and observations/commentary always gets me bro. He’s actually hilarious like you don’t need to be an expert to understand his humour, he’s jjst so AJDJSKDJJDSKKSKS. Love love love love love love love him. Omg and he is actually so intelligent like omfd. The way he pauses and goes into thought sometimes is so hot for no reason. He is so smart like idk what it os but when he answers math questions? Or any question for that matter. Like he’s so smart omg. Intelligence is hot guys. He’s such a genius. I swear he could waffle his way outta jail.

Edit : so random but why is the way he doesn’t swear so hot for no reason? Like idk anymore honestly I think I just find him attractive (wow I wonder)

Edit #2 : Stop his hair when its wet. That one photo. I’m done. 🛐

This has gone to far guys..

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Idk if this is normal but 🤷‍♀️

[meaningofaeons]

First request ive sent for hsr bcz I DO NOT SEE ENOUGH AU CONTENT ON THIS SITE?? I would like to request Gepard x reader musician au where gepard plays an instrument or maybe hes some kind of idol… idk im insane and ill take anything 😭

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ (tone) deaf

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 705 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, musician/music au, modern au, gepard is still kinda a bad singer like in canon but not as bad (serval vocal coach yahoo!), reader is implied to be semi-famous but still knows the landaus, serval's band is implied to be semi-famous too (SERVAL WINGWOMAN IS BACK!!!), idol!gepard

hi anon!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS REQUEST!!!! I love guys who can't sing (cough tanjiro demon slayer cough) and it's always so cute writing about them. the idea of idol!gepard made me swoon so I went that route! I did hcs I hope that's okay! and I hope the modern au is okay, I didn't know if you wanted to stick to the original belobog/hsr setting or no. thanks for requesting!!! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆ (I didnt rlly know how to end this one so if you want a p2 lemme know <3)

Gepard isn't necessarily a bad singer. He's just unpracticed.

Serval remembers fondly the times her brother would try to sing in his room, completely unaware of how he sounded to anyone with half an ear for tone.

He'd always wanted to be in a band of some sort like his older sister, but he didn't really have a knack for it. And instruments? Forget it. He could barely strum a single chord on a guitar!

Brawn was always Gepard's bigger strong suit over brains, and music certainly required quite a bit of the latter.

So, Serval, noticing her brother's plight (but also his desire for improvement) approached him on getting vocal lessons. From her, of course.

Over the course of a few years, he improved by leaps and bounds. In all that time, it never occurred to his sister to ask why he was so desperate for musical ability.

That is, until she went with him to one of your shows on her rare time off from her own band.

You were a longtime friend of the Landaus, and Serval felt that all three of you got along quite well. Like a house on fire, one would say.

But she never quite expected her brother to be so taken with your sound.

"Y/N has really bettered her playing!" Gepard ranted to Serval as soon as they were out of the small live house venue, waving his arms around. "I mean, she's always been good, but wow!"

"Is that why you wanted to get into music?" the girl teased, and her sibling immediately shut up.

"...N-Not exactly, but Y/N is inspiring."

"Your crush is written all over your face, baby bro—"

Serval was promptly shushed when you bounded up to the two of them.

"Hey, guys! How'd you like the show? Pretty cool, right?"

Gepard would spend hours ranting to you about songwriting, tone, anything he could possibly think of to occupy your conversation. Serval, meanwhile, would slink away to give you two your space.

It didn't take long for the newly-improved singer Gepard to find his place in a male idol unit.

His looks certainly helped, but it was no shocker that his leaps-and-bounds better singing was the kicker that got him his spot.

You continued your own musical gigs, but you were always willing to lend the blonde a helping hand (and ear!) for his new songs. Though idol groups usually got composers to write for them, Gepard was a sucker for coming up with his own songs.

As a very handsome guy, his talents were naturally geared towards a 'heartthrob' persona to his fans, which they lapped up like a cat to milk.

You soon became no exception—though you were obviously closer to him than any fan could get.

You would help him with writing songs, and all of his love-centric ones were written with you in mind (not that he would ever admit such a thing)

Still, you seemed ever-oblivious to his hints, even when his songs started to get borderline personal. His manager had to outright stop him from performing a song on the fly during one of his shows that specifically described you.

And Gepard was silently thankful that his moment of lovestruck delirium hadn't been broadcasted live to millions.

You couldn't exactly deny your own feelings for the man, but considering both of your levels of fame and his rise to success as a shoe-in for the whole nation's celebrity crush, you figured not to say a word.

Even though the work got busier by the day, though, Gepard always made time for you, and you for him.

When he couldn't make it to a show of yours or he had to miss out on a meeting due to a scheduling conflict, he'd always send a bouquet of your favorite flowers straight to your doorstep.

And though you couldn't always be there for his live performances, you always made sure to send something to eat from his favorite restaurant that he could indulge in after the show.

Fame could be tiring, trifling, and outright frustrating at times, but with the two of you to support one another, it wasn't too bad a hurdle to cross.

#hsr #honkai star rail #honkai #hsr x reader #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard #gepard landau #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader

[strwbrryblues]

strawberries and cherries

Pairing: Lee Felix x GN! Reader

Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Roommates AU, Fluff

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: In which you've been staring at your friend's lips for what seemed like hours, with the thought of how it would feel like when it's touched.

A/N: Hello! I'm not really back with more fics 😭 This is kind of just like an exercise writing for me for when I really get back, because I'm really swamped with finals 😭 It's not a long fic, but I promise to come back with longer ones! Hopefully (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

Also, please don't be shy to drop by and talk to me here 😭 please I'm not a bad person 😭😭😭

© July 2022, strwbrryblues. All rights reserved.

Staring at your best friend when they do something dumb, is normal. Staring at your best friend because you just want to smack them in the head when they also say something dumb, is very normal. But what isn’t normal, is you staring dumbly at your best friend for getting the sudden urge to kiss them. That’s not what best friends should be doing but you find yourself doing so.

A conundrum you’ve been recently stuck on, every time you gazed at Felix’s lips. You hoped he hasn’t noticed your lingering stares. Because whenever you turned to him when speaking, your eyes travel just as quickly to his lips, always wondering how it feels to the touch.

What brand of lip balm could he have been using? Or is just natural that he wouldn’t even need one? Not to mention, the natural reddish tint it has, never once paling.

And with you staring dumbly at him and absentmindedly, your brain lost its “smart filter” as it mumbled out the question you’ve been thinking of.

“Why are your lips so plump?”

At your question, Felix found himself stopping mid rant about his shitty game experience the other night. The freckled boy suddenly flushing, yet with confusion at your sudden question.

Your three other friends, was surprised as well, but then their gazes flickered with mischief.

And with your mind finally recovering from the momentary dumbness, your face morphed into horror as you glanced to see the looks your three other idiot friends were giving you.

“Ey, I didn’t know you were the type to stare at someone’s lips when they’re speaking?” You can hint the teasing tone from Jisung’s statement. The squirrel-cheeked boy snickering, as he covers the obvious smirk behind his hand, and underlying meaning behind his words.

Seungmin grinned cheekily as well, “what were you thinking of, Y/n?” Hyunjin who was sat beside him, was wiggling his eyebrows very suggestively, while adding kissing sounds, which made the situation worst.

“Wow. Okay. I can’t even admire my friend’s lips anymore?” You tried to cover up how flustered you were with the turn of events, countering instead with nonchalance. “Like you idiots don’t do fruity things with each other.”

“Oh, so you do admit you’re feeling fruity right now?” Jisung insists, his teasing tone pushing you over the edge of your patience for the boy.

Before a fight even breaks out, Felix was quick to answer your question from before. “Is it because I use a lip balm?” He answers unsure. His previous frustrated expression has finally left. Only a very light tint of pink dusted over his freckled cheek.

The other three boys who were bombarding you before, has paid attention to Felix, as do you. Hyunjin speaks up, “really? What do you use?” At this, the boys has now crowded the poor freckled boy, where they began touching his lips.

You rolled your eyes at them, you previous counter with Jisung finally proved itself to be true.

“Oh! It’s a cherry flavored one. It’s got a little tint in it, that’s why my lips look a little red sometimes.” He beams up as he explains. Your questions answered without even being voiced out.

His smile was contagious that it made all of you smile as well, but yours was gone as soon as you heard him say, “cherry.”

“Cherry? Ugh!” You exclaim in disgust, your face morphing sourly at the thought of the fruit you disliked the most.

Your four friends now looked in your direction, as they stared at you unimpressed. “Got some kind of beef with cherries?” Jisung raises a brow at you.

You scoffed, crossing your arms, “it smells disgusting; it literally makes me nauseous. And it tastes like the medicine I used to take when I was a kid!” You almost gagged, reminiscing the sad memories of having to take cherry flavored medicines as a kid when you get sick.

“That’s because it’s artificial.” Seungmin stares blankly at you.

“Yeah, some cherries really taste good! Like what I heard from a friend in New Zealand. They said the cherries there really taste good.” Felix explains, showing his pearly whites, as he once more rivalled the sun with his bright smile.

You stood up from where you were seated on the sofa, hurrying to your room to get your strawberry lip balm, and showing it off to your friends. “I think, strawberry supremacy.”

Felix frowns, “no, I think cherries are better.”

“No it literally is not, medicine liker.” You childishly stuck your tongue out at him.

The freckled boy looked highly offended, at what you called him. “Well if you think strawberry is better, then show me.” He crossed his arms, challenging you.

Your three other friends watched as the two of you bickered. Seungmin having enough of your shenanigans, stood up and left for the kitchen, wanting to start on dinner by cooking his favorite.

You did as Felix challenged; pulling the cap off, and twisting the end. Soon your lips were puckered and you’re gliding the balm on your lips, giving it a shine and a light tint of red.

“There.” You announce, returning the cap, and proudly showing off your strawberry lip balm.

Jisung speaks up, “nothing much changed, though.” He stared dumbly at your lips, examining it.

“Unfair! You’re being biased!” You stomped your feet, feeling slightly petty at how your squirrel-cheeked friend seemed to be siding Felix to spite you.

“What? It’s true!” Jisung raised both hands defensively.

“No, it’s not! Look, it’s got some tint too,” you pointed to your lips, wanting him to pay more attention to the slight changes in color with your lips.

Jisung rises from his seat, “I don’t know about you, but I really see no difference.” He then sneaks away to the kitchen to see what Seungmin was preparing for dinner.

Hyunjin sits there awkwardly before standing up and tailing Jisung’s trail. “Bye, gays.” He zooms out of the living room, leaving you and Felix alone on the couch. The TV being the only background noise occupying the space.

“They always side with you,” you huffed, feeling slightly upset that your three other idiotic friends always seem to gang up on teasing the heck out of you.

The freckled boy lets out a chuckle, before speaking, “hey, I side with you.” He speaks, gazing into your eyes.

You let out a scoff, “you’re Felix, of course you side and protect everyone, so that doesn’t count!”

“Well, how about you let me try that strawberry lip balm of yours, and I’ll see if you can change my mind into buying one.” He proposes, shifting in his seat to have his body properly facing you.

You thought of it for a while, shifting in your seat as well. Focusing on the background noise that was the TV and the noise that was your three other friends in the kitchen.

“Okay, fine,” you finally answered. Reaching down to where you’ve previously returned your lip balm in your sweats’ pocket. Pulling it out, and though before you can even hand the balm to Felix, you felt his hand snaking its way to the sides of your jaw. The next thing you know, you’re feeling his lips on yours.

You barely processed the situation properly, when the boy has inched away from you. Only then did it dawn on you that Felix kissed you, as you studied his blushing face.

“It’s good…I should probably switch my lip balm,” he fidgets, looking away, still having his cheeks tinted with an endearing pink that blended well with his freckles.

You were only awoken from your stupor when you heard his hurried steps to the kitchen.

“Lee Felix!” You yelled standing up to catch up to him, your face burning a brighter red than his. And despite being embarrassed, you couldn’t ignore the sweet flutters that he reduced your heart to; as well as the answer to your conundrum that his lips really were soft to the touch.

#stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz felix scenarios #skz felix imagines #skz x reader #lee felix x reader #skz felix fluff

[yaknowlikenyah]

Dude okay this may sound stupid and silly but how you got the confidence to just, find yourself hot and sexy?? Like..I don’t have that! I just look at myself and think ‘eww stinky’, there’s always something that I don’t like, I’m either too skinny or bloted or something stupid.

I’m sorry if this comes off like a rant or a vent, I’m just genuinely curious how you can have so much confidence, it’s spooky to someone with barely any.

Incase you do end up reading this, I hope you are okay! Apologies for the probably strange ask, and here, take a apple juice :)

🧃

I may be a nsfw blog but part of my jokey little ‘Big Brother’ thing is that you can practically always come to me for advice. If it’s coming from a place of wanting to improve yourself and just having someone to talk to, I’m here to help.

Answer under the cut cause oh boy. This will be long and painfully rambley and involve a pic of me as a High schooler.

SO. Keep in mind, this is something I’ve been doing for years. This is not an instant thing, but this is general advice. I’m trans. Right? I experience dysphoria and especially when I was a baby 16 year old, it hit HARD.

I, as a teen, did stumble upon accidentally CBTing myself. Not in a bland ‘you are beautiful you are powerful’ way, but I caught that I was getting crazy self conscious and actively started to try and fix myself. The way I did this? Simple.

Pretty birding.

What is pretty birding you ask? You look in the mirror and instead of looking at the whole of yourself, you look for little pieces of yourself that you like. Don’t like how your skin looks? Look at your eyes as a sole item. Look at your hair. Find something you do like.

So lets look at a pic of me when I was 16.

This is I think?? The moment I started pretty birding. But I wasn’t confident. I didn’t realize my hair was curly so it was always frizzy, my acne was insane and overall, I just felt kinda gross cause damn. Who doesn’t. What I did was I started looking for things I like. I forced myself to look in the mirror and compliment myself every time I felt gross. Sometimes it would just be as simple as WOW I’m hot. I didn’t think it at the time, but it helped. Ya know? And over time it became a sort of ritual. Just like joking about having a piss kink, if you joke about being soooo hot and sexy then it will become something you slowly believe.

This also became a thing for seeing myself as sexually attractive, (which lead me down some weird paths but fuck it. What 16 year old isn’t curious about that shit)

NOW. the pros of this. My confidence went up, I genuinely started to feel better about myself, and because I was constantly hyping myself up it became second nature to compliment others.

The downside after 8 years of this, is that I have lost any kind of humility and If I don’t look in the mirror at least once a day I melt into ash.

From a trans perspective, it REALLY helps with my dysphoria. I think it’s very easy to get caught up in what you should look like. You start to get this image in your head of what’s attractive or how someone should look and it’s the dissonance of looking in the mirror and seeing something different that fucks with you.

I didn’t realize how much that was until I lived with my Ex who didn’t keep any mirrors in the house cause they hated what their appearance looked like. When I finally got out of there, I was horrified seeing myself in the mirror at first and couldn’t figure out why, until I realized I had forgotten what I looked like. The memories had gotten so warped seeing myself as someone else or what I thought I looked like that my body came as a shock.

So. Now. 8 years later, I am a very vain pretty bird who loves looking at myself. It’s not like everything is ‘fixed’. I’m still gonna have little insecurities and still do. (My torso is long, I’m crazy boney, my hair is pretty thin so if it parts weird it looks like a little bald spot, etc etc whatever) but I work to love the little insecurities I have. And sometimes the way I get over them is a little weird.

I’m crazy boney and uncomfortable to cuddle -> I look like one of the baldur’s gate tieflings and actually that fucks. Those guys are hot.

My torso is long and I feel like a stretched out jpeg -> I have a super masculine torso and hips actually

My hair is thin -> …Honestly still working on that one. But my go to is that fuck it. Worst case scenario I’ve shaved my head down before and I have a good headshape for being bald so ya know. I’ll still be hot even if I shave it.

You kinda just have to fight your thoughts until they come over to your side. Or as my mom once joked, conning with walkfidence.

(Also thanks for the juice)

#like nyah? #brotherly advice

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: We're entering the FOI timeline now.

@emen-98 @@1lostsoul0fishbowl @@vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

It was now officially springtime, and things were going great for her. It feels like she's even closer to Eddie, and hopefully, he's getting the message that she would never hurt him like almost everyone in this town does, including his dad. Chrissy was now officially handling both cheerleading and softball again. She doesn't mind the stares whenever she changes out of her uniforms. She's gotten used to the scars on her body. . .well, somewhat. They still are a little jarring. Chrissy had just pulled on her clothes after cheerleading practice when Heather walked up to her. Oh, she thought she had been alone in the locker room.

"Chrissy?" Heather asked.

"Hey, Heather," Chrissy said.

"I know we haven't talked a lot lately. I know we've both been a little busy," Heather said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Really good."

"That's - That's good," Heather said.

"You look like you want to say something," Chrissy said.

"I just - I know you've been hanging out with Eddie Munson lately," Heather said and paused. "I didn't want to say anything because of the whole Jason Carver incident, but I hope you're being careful. I know how this sounds with me being your ex and all, but I'm also your friend."

"I am, Eddie's a really great guy. He's not really ready for a relationship right now, but to be honest, I don't think I am either," Chrissy said. "I like how it is now, though. We're friends, and he makes me feel better whenever I have a bad day. I like the way he smiles and the way he hides behind his hair. He's a really good friend."

"Well, I'm glad, and I suppose I shouldn't listen to the rumors about him. Like he's a Satanist, or that he sacrifices people on an alter of fire, or that he believes in aliens," Heather said.

"Oh, no, that last part is true. He's had several rants about it. He thinks it's arrogant to believe that we're alone in the universe. Although, even though he believes in them he's said on many occasions that he would still freak the fuck out if he ever met one," Chrissy said.

"He's kind of weird," Heather said.

"I know," Chrissy grinned. "That's what I like about him."

"I guess if you're happy, then I guess I have nothing to worry about. . .but if he does hurt you, then I'm going to reign hellfire down upon him," Heather said. "Get it?"

"Heather!" Chrissy laughed.

Chrissy left Heather and went to meet Eddie at the classroom where he was holding Hellfire today. Eddie was talking with Gareth in the hallway when she came upon them. Gareth looked pretty upset, more so than usual. Chrissy didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it just sort of happened. Apparently, Gareth was upset that his character got killed, and he thought that meant he was out of Hellfire. Eddie was in the middle of reassuring him. Chrissy smiled as Gareth looked at him, hopefully.

"You're sure, right?" Gareth asked. "I can come back."

"As long as you wanna be in Hellfire, you can be in Hellfire," Eddie said.

Eddie grinned as Gareth scurried off towards the school's entrance.

"Wow, and I left my kleenex at home," Ronnie said, and Eddie shoulder checked her. "Careful, Stan would kill me if I dropped this thing."

Ronnie kept Stan's trapper keeper full of D&D stuff at her place since his mom believed that Hellfire was nothing more than satanic crap hellbent on brainwashing her son. So, he has to lie and hide the things that make him happy.

"I think it's sweet," Chrissy said.

"You think everything that Eddie does is sweet. You're so blinded, Henderson," Ronnie laughed as she batted her eyelashes at her.

"Fuck off," Chrissy laughed. "He gets really obnoxious when he's right about something."

"That's true. No one likes that," Ronnie giggled.

"Oh, God, I thought my room was messy, but Eddie's room is off the charts, and he pretty much treats his van like a trash can," Chrissy said.

"I keep telling him it doesn't have to be perfect, but at least clean it up a little. My God, man," Ronnie said.

"And there's this thing he does with his eye lids - ," Chrissy said.

"Freaks me out!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"And when he eats - "

"Okay! Eddie doesn't like this!" He yelled.

He glared at the both of them as they laughed at him.

"Can I get a ride?" Ronnie asked.

"This is the last time," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Even if you just listed my greatest failures."

"Oh, we haven't even gotten to the worst parts, Munson," Ronnie said. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yeah, definitely," Chrissy said.

"As the owner of the vehicle, shouldn't it be me who asks her?" Eddie asked. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yes," Chrissy giggled.

"I don't know why I'm letting either of you ride with me considering you insulted me," Eddie sniffed in mock offense.

"Don't worry, Eddie, despite all your faults, I think that you're very pretty," Chrissy laughed.

"Really?" Eddie smirked and Chrissy nodded.

"I, however, do not. You're about as ugly as the cat that wanders around Forest Hills," Ronnie said.

"I keep telling you it's a opossum, Ecker! Get your eyes checked!" Eddie exclaimed. "Chrissy, are you coming tonight? We couldn't play last night, but we're definitely playing tonight."

"I never miss a show. . .except that one time, but it was Dustin's fault," Chrissy said and paused, looking at Ronnie. "Technically, aren't you calling yourself ugly when you call him ugly?"

"Ugh, we do not look that much a like," Ronnie rolled her eyes.

"When you were younger, you managed to cover for him on a test when you pretended to be him, and it worked," Chrissy narrowed her eyes at her as they climbed into the van.

"Okay, by that logic, you should think that I'm pretty too," Ronnie said rolling her eyes.

"I do!" Chrissy grinned. "I just wouldn't date you for several reasons, and mostly because someone I know thinks you're pretty too. . . Have I not mentioned that I like men and women?"

"No!" Eddie and Ronnie exclaimed.

"Oh, well, I do," Chrissy shrugged.

"Thanks for telling us," Eddie said softly.

"I trust you guys," Chrissy said.

"Wait. . .who thinks I'm pretty?" Ronnie asked.

"It's not my place to say," Chrissy replied. "Let's go. It's my turn to make dinner tonight. Do either one of you want to join us?"

"Nah, Granny would be livid if I didn't warn her days in advance," Ronnie said. "But I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind."

"Stop accepting invitations on my behalf, Ecker," Eddie sighed. "Unfortunately, as much as I would love to, I need to get to the Hideout early if I want to win Bev's favor."

"Oh, well, my mom's been dying to meet you," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can come over some other time."

"Uh, isn't that a little soon?" Eddie asked nervously.

"You're not her boyfriend, which is ridiculous because you two are practically dat - " Ronnie started to say.

"ANYWAY, your mom does know who I am, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I told her all about you. I also told my cat about you," Chrissy said.

"You told your cat about me?" Eddie asked.

"I talk to my cat about you every night," Chrissy said.

"Okay, can we move on from this conversation? I'm totally picturing something else, and it isn't a pretty picture," Ronnie said as she put her feet up on Eddie's dashboard.

"Seriously?" Eddie asked.

"What? I don't want to put my feet on Stan's thingie," Ronnie said. "It's not my fault your van is so small."

"My van isn't the problem. It's your freakish legs of yours," Eddie replied.

"Let me tell you a secret about these freakish legs of mine," Ronnie said as she kept her feet exactly where she out them. "In four months? They are going to be walking into their new apartment in New. York. City."

Eddie nearly slammed on the brakes.

"No."

"Yep."

"You got the scholarship?"

"NYU class of '88, baby. Full ride," Ronnie said.

This time, Eddie slammed on the brakes and fishtailed the vehicle off to the side of the ride. Chrissy grinned as she sat back and let the two best friends have their moment.

"You know, I'm happy for you, right?" Eddie asked.

"I know," Ronnie said.

"I'm happy for you, too!" Chrissy blurted out. "Sorry, couldn't keep it in."

Eddie and Ronnie laughed just as a tapping sound came on the window. Officer Moore was looking into Eddie's window. He rolled it down with a sigh.

"Again?" Ronnie asked. "I thought we were done with that guy."

"Always," Eddie muttered. "Officer Moore, how can I help you on this fine spring afternoon?"

"I thought that was you, Munson," Moore said. "How many times do we have to have this conversation?"

"That's a question that you'll have to ask yourself, Officer. You're the one always filling up my dance card."

"That was some erratic driving - ," Moore said.

"He was avoiding a bird, sir," Chrissy said brightly as she popped her head in between the seats. "He flew right in front of his window."

"Miss Henderson, I didn't see you," Moore frowned.

"I'm guessing Officer Powell isn't driving with you today," Chrissy said.

"He's out sick," Moore frowned.

"Well, since Eddie doesn't have any priors, I think you can let him off with a warning, especially considering all of the illegal stops you made because of the vendetta you have against his father. I certainly would hate to tell Hopper that you're out for revenge against a young man who did nothing to hurt you," Chrissy said.

"Drive safely, and have a nice day," Moore frowned as he walked off.

"I thought I was the one who wanted to be a lawyer," Ronnie said. "You'd make a good one."

"I don't about being a lawyer, but I thought about being a social worker or a guidance counselor who's also a cheerleading coach," Chrissy said.

"You'd be good at those," Eddie replied and Ronnie nodded in agreement.

After dropping Ronnie off, Eddie drove Chrissy home. He pulled in front of her place and parked it for a moment.

"Are the others coming?" Eddie asked.

"Steve is dropping me off, but then he's going on a date with Nancy. They missed their last date night because Nancy got sick. Jonathan is expecting a phone call, and Robin is recovering from the same sickness Nancy got. She's currently in bed and cursing Nancy's name," Chrissy said.

"So, just you," Eddie smiled.

"Just me," she replied, smiling back at him.

"You don't have to keep saving me, you know," Eddie said.

"I know, I want to," Chrissy said. "You're not alone in this world, Eddie. I just want to make sure you know that."

"I know," Eddie said softly, and Chrissy kissed his cheek.

"See you tonight," Chrissy said.

"Looking forward to it," Eddie said.

Chrissy practically rushed through dinner, eager as always to see Eddie play. As per usual, Dustin pouted about not being able to go. She quickly said goodbye to her mother and brother before running out to Steve’s car. They were already late.

"Hey, you look nice tonight," Steve grinned as she got into the back seat.

"I'm going to tell him after the show," Chrissy said, beaming.

"Finally!" Steve exclaimed.

"What made you change your mind? I thought you were going to wait?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know, it just clicked while I was cooking," Chrissy said. "I didn't want to wait anymore."

"I hope it goes well," Nancy said.

"Me too," Chrissy grinned.

She said goodbye to them and quickly jumped out of the car, scurring inside and ignoring the dark clouds overhead. Chrissy cursed when she realized that Corroded Coffin was already playing. She really was late. Suddenly, she realized that this wasn't a cover song. This was "Fire Shroud," their original song. It was the song that Eddie said wasn't ready yet whenever she asked. He hadn't noticed that she had even come in yet. No, he was fully focused on the only other person at the bar. It was a young woman, not much older than they are, and she was really pretty too. Her hair was wildly curly, and Chrissy could barely make out the smattering of freckles on her face as she looked at Eddie. Eddie was looking back at her, enjoying the way her boot clad ankles tapped along to the music. Nothing could break their gaze, Eddie was euphoric at the sight of the other woman, and it felt like someone had punched Chrissy in the stomach. Chrissy plopped down in the darkened corner of the bar, closet to the door she just walked into. She watched as Bev eventually pulled the plug.

Eddie and his band started to clean up when she watched Ronnie grab his arm. She was pleading with Eddie, and she watched her mouth Chrissy's name to Eddie. Chrissy felt another blow to her stomach as Eddie laughed Ronnie off and shook his head at her. Once they put their instruments away, Chrissy watched as Eddie started talking to the girl at the bar. The way he talked to her and leaned closer to her. . .yeah, he was definitely interested in her. He had played the song for her, the same song he never would have played for Chrissy. She had read this all wrong. Eddie didn't like her. He was just being nice. She wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at them, but finally, she couldn't torture herself anymore. Chrissy walked out of the bar, leaning against the brick wall to wait for Steve. Her leg was shaking. God, she was so stupid. It took her a minute to realize that she was crying. The sound of thunder startled her.

"Come on, are you serious? Not now! That would be so fucking cliche!" Chrissy yelled.

Of course, the weather didn't listen to her. The rain came down in buckets, immediately soaking her. Chrissy let out a frustrated yell as more thunder and lightning followed. She was determined not to go back in even though she knew that standing out here was going to make her sick, but she didn't want to go back in there and face Eddie. She stood in the pouring rain and waited. She waited until the rain finally stopped, and Steve's car finally pulled up. She shivered, her entire body soaking wet as she slid in the back seats of his car.

"Sorry about your seats," Chrissy muttered.

"Jeeze, you could have waited inside," Steve said.

"Didn't want to," she replied.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine," Chrissy's bottom lip trembled. "Can we just go, please?"

"It didn't go well?" Steve asked softly.

Chrissy burst into tears again. Nancy quickly climbed into the back seat and wrapped her arms around her.

"Drive, Steve," Nancy said.

Steve drove off, and Chrissy sobbed into her shoulder. With her arm still around Chrissy, they walked into her house.

"Oh, honey, what happened?!" Claudia asked.

"I just got caught in the rain is all," Chrissy said. "I'm fine."

"Oh, let's get you out of those wet clothes," Claudia cooed.

"Do you mind if I spend the night, Mrs. Henderson?" Nancy asked.

"If it's alright with your mom, honey. It's more than okay with me," Claudia said and took her daughter to her room.

Chrissy let her mother take care of her and then bundled herself up in her blankets. Claudia left with promises of hot chocolate. Nancy was in the other room, and Steve left after kissing her goodnight while also saying goodbye to the Hendersons. He jokingly offered to beat Eddie up for her, but Chrissy knew that even he knew she would never want that. She stared at the picture on her dresser for a moment before getting up off the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Now, whenever she looked at it, she thought of Eddie locking eyes with that woman. Furious, Chrissy picked up the picture and put it in her bottom drawer before plopping down on the bed. Nancy came back in and laid down beside her.

"Called my mom," Nancy said. "She said it was okay. Did you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know," Chrissy said softly before launching into telling Nancy everything that happened.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but I hope whoever this girl is, that she's just an obstacle. We've all seen the way he looks at you, and I really hope that girl is nothing more than a case of Eddie being starstruck at the prospect of having another fan of his music," Nancy said. "It would be crazy to be anything else."

"Fire Shroud, Nance, he played Fire Shroud for her," Chrissy said with a groan. "It's just dumb. It's just a dumb crush on a boy. . .except that Eddie Munson isn't just some boy. Gah!"

"I don't think this is just a crush, Chrissy. I think you're in love with him," Nancy said.

"No! Nope! Absolutely not," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'll get over it if I have to. I can't be mad over Eddie, not returning my feelings. I can't force him to like me. He does seem like he wants to be my friend, so I can deal with having him be a part of my life even if it's not in the way that I want."

"Chrissy. . ." Nancy started to say.

Nancy was interrupted by Claudia coming in the mugs of hot chocolate. They both smiled gratefully at her. Chrissy got up and hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mommy," Chrissy said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You have your girl talk, and I'll handle Dustin. He's being very nosy," Claudia said.

"What else is new?" Chrissy asked, and Claudia laughed as she left. "Alright, enough about Eddie. Tell me all about your date with Steve."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed, sipping her hot chocolate.

"I'm a big girl, Nance. It's going to suck for a while, but I can handle it," Chrissy said. "Especially if I have my wonderful best friends to help me through it. Now, tell me about Steve."

Nancy smiled as she told her all about the date. Chrissy's smile grew as they chatted about Steve and drank their hot chocolate. Nancy's joy was infectious, and for a moment, Chrissy forgot about her problem. She fell asleep that night, curled up against Nancy, determined to face the next day as head strong as her friend. Unfortunately, the next morning, she woke up as sick as a dog. Claudia ended up having to practically push Nancy out of the door the next morning when Steve showed up. Claudia called into work and stayed with Chrissy, nursing her back to health. When Eddie called around lunchtime to check on her, Chrissy couldn't help but let hope fill her heart. Until the words came out of his mouth, she wasn't going to give up on him. When Friday rolled around, Chrissy found herself feeling better, and with a skip in her step, she strolled into school. Eddie was waiting for her by her locker. Ronnie was with him, too.

"Hey, Henderson, glad you're feeling better," Eddie said, flashing her his dimples. "School is a lot less brighter without you."

"Thanks, Eddie," Chrissy said.

"I think Ronnie missed you, too," Eddie grinned. "I think she's starting to like you more than she likes me."

"Oh, I definitely like her more than you," Ronnie said.

"Ouch," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed.

"Sorry, I missed your show," Chrissy said.

"Oh, you weren't there?" Eddie asked, and Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him.

"I was sick," she reminded him.

"Oh, right," Eddie said, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking guilty for a moment. "Well, you didn't miss much except for Bev pulling the plug."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" Chrissy asked.

"Why would it?" Eddie scoffed, but he couldn't quite meet her eyes. "You know, I promised Gareth that I would help him with something. I'm glad you're back, Chrissy."

Chrissy watched him walk away and confused about why he lied to her. Suddenly, she felt Ronnie touch her arm.

"You were there. Why didn't you tell Eddie?" Ronnie asked.

"You saw them. You know why," Chrissy said.

"She's just some chick that he met in a bar. She doesn't mean anything to him as much as you do," Ronnie said.

"He played her Fire Shroud," Chrissy said. "To her. . . Why didn't Eddie tell me that?"

"Why didn't you tell him that you were there?" Ronnie asked again.

"I was going to tell him how I felt," Chrissy muttered.

"And then you saw him with her," Ronnie realized. "Look, I love my best friend, but I'm siding with you if he messes this up. He does have feelings for you, but he's being a cowardly little shit and he's running away. I feel for the girl, but he's clearly using her to do that whether he realizes it or not. I don't think he went home with her or did anything with her. It was just one moment in a bar. She drew his attention for one night, but you have it every day since he fell for you on that cold, icey day, and that icicle nearly impaled you."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up here," Chrissy sniffled.

"Well, if he does anything stupid, just know that I'm here for you, too," Ronnie said.

"Thanks, Ronnie," Chrissy said.

Chrissy realized suddenly that the last few months had been all about Eddie. Maybe she needed to pull back a little, give him a chance to miss her. Plus, she really didn't want her entire world to revolve around him. Suddenly, she also realized that during the last few months of getting closer to Eddie, she had neglected her cheerleader and softball friends. Well, that wouldn't do. Chrissy desperately needed to come up for air. She needed to breathe.

Chapter Nine

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham lives #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #edissy #hellcheer #dustin henderson #henderfam #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things argyle #robin buckley #with a side of #stancy #jargyle #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic buckingham #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

[theshippirate22]

some things said by my mother while watching stranger things out of context (have fun trying to figure out wtf she’s talking about:

-that kid looks like the kind that would steal your shovel in the sandbox

-HEY! it’s my sandbox kid!

-who the hell is noah there’s not a kid named noah

-um is that guy gonna kill him? also why is he so gross.

-like seriously has he heard of a brush. or a shower. or standards of any kind.

-wow it’s a good thing they have a medical level sedatives in the house

-that guy is evil. i know he’s evil. he’s nice. WAIT does he die????

-i can’t believe you let him die

-*awkward laugh* you’re a predator

-is that a. werewolf romance novel. wow that’s the sound of all my respect for you disappearing

-wait does the sandbox kid have teeth

-he’s like WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY KID IS AN EMO

-the greatest villain of all time. a white man who thinks he knows stuff

-i don’t know what Harrington’s problem is. clearly Sanbox is ready to fight in the netherworld. he’s got a hand towel and a snorkel

-i mean, he is a pretty good babysitter

-that guy scares me and also is he drunk

-yeah i’ve been to that mall. i was alive in the 80s remember

-i’m sorry how long have their kids been missing

-okay so his dad hits him. that’s just an explanation not an excuse shut up

-you can tell it’s the 80s because they could afford a BUCKET of meat

-eating all the candy and getting fat? is he you?

-THAT MAN IS TIRED!1!!!1 It has been like four days and he hasn’t slept once and also the only shower he took is when they sprayed him with a literal hose to get off the radioactive gunk. goo, if you will

-Fun daddy/daughter activities in your area! closing the portal to hell

-I TOLD YOU D’ART WAS HIS FRIEND THEYRE 3MUSKETEERS BUT LIKE THERES TWO OF THEM

-I’m planning you a birthday party. and guess what? i did all the planning and made you be born on the same day as the bowlcut kid. we can have an eggo waffle bar

-you know what? The Thing™️ isn’t ugly yet. maybe it’s because he’s a 12 year old but still

-okay great? you tranked him? he’s still gonna be in trouble when he goes home without you

-um that’s not her dad right? why does he care so much

-i don’t know why you like him. he looks like a kicked puppy half the time. what do you mean that’s why you like him? i’m putting you back in therapy

-i’m sorry how old is the kid supposed to be? 17? why did they chose an actor that was a Man™️

-that’s how i felt the first time i took you driving. and i wasn’t even bloody and concussed.

-button up your shirt hotshot you’re embarrassing me

-oh that’s a BAD word

-i know you’re on a LOT of narco right now which is why i’m going to excuse the ten minute rant about the police guy. but can we please unpause it

-dang those officers have seen some STUFF. unfortunately, only the black one has learned from the past. the white one is just a miracle of science that he’s still alive

-SHUT UP ABOUT SEASON 3 WE’RE NOT THERE YET

-is that ted danson?? you love ted danson!!1!!1 wait. it’s not ted danson is it

-they actually can’t just murder people and then make it okay by playing the ghostbusters theme

-is he referencing star wars again?? i’m gonna start copyrighting them just because i’m annoyed

-that thing is kinda cute. oh it’s evil?…. it’s still cute

-what is with this show and spiders?? my heavens

-soooo the jabberwockies are like- wait, what’s it called? oh right demogorgan

-does Sandbox have a name? well he’s my favorite and i’m gonna call him Sandbox anyway

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #karen wheeler #max mayfield #jim hopper #joyce byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair

[bruciemilf]

OMG THE TEEN BRUCE BEING CONFUSED BY DUKE IS SO REAL! Listen I’m gonna go on a bit of rant, but I’m personally someone who likes to at least know of a fuckton of people and kind of switch personalities based on who I’m with atm (it’s not as mean or weird as it sounds that’s just the fastest way to explain it with no detail) BUT there is some overlap sometimes and watching my mean apathetic friends interact with my sweet friends…wow.

It usually goes maybe 4 ways:

1. Mean friend absolutely hates sweet friend for “reasons they don’t understand” and sweet friend loves mean friend and sees them as an itty bitty dog that barks loud. or sweet friend absolutely hates mean friends guts and mean friend things it’s funny to see someone so worked up over bullshit.

2. Mean friend likes to try and get a rise outta sweet friend by making them feel less than sweet towards them bc of how mean they’re being. Sweet friend is pissed (and this branches into two: they either hate it and everyone needs to be separated or they love it bc they feel like they can finally blow off steam without acting for someone)

3. Complete total apathy. They cancel eachother out, they just both become cooly polite in the proximity of eachother and either talk shit the second the other is gone or don’t acknowledge eachothers existence beyond what’s necessary. Absolutely fascinating to watch.

4. They get along like a house on fire. This is actually the rarest and it’s happened maybe twice in my lifetime but; they just GET eachother and it’s kind of unnerving lmao. Like the first time it happened I knew each friend for a good few months before the crossover and I personally expected the apathy but NO! They actively hung out and had fun and it was great (we’re all still friends to this day) but it was also the coolest bc they didn’t really change their personalities for eachother at all. Sweet friend was sweet, mean friend was mean, they were just also extremely fond of eachother and would debate back and forth about their viewpoints and ultimately end with “you’re wrong but whatever”.

Anyways, sorry for the long rant, but seeing teen Bruce interact with extremely sweet people would be so funny to me

THIS!!

#asks

[gemapples]

Rant away my friend

apparently a few people wanted me to vent about the kirby novels so head in hands ig i'm gonna go for it LMAO (this is inspired directly from @desultory-novice 's posts about it)

ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS IS SO DISORGANIZED gonna be honest i forgot a good half of what i wanted to talk about. But Anyways. please note that all of this is entirely My opinion you ofc dont need to agree and despite everything i actually really love and enjoy the kirby novels a lot !!

so okay after hearing her talk about the reason we're likely not getting a magolor epilogue novel and knowing takase's erm.... Infamous reputation regarding how she handles magolor's character that had me thinking a lot and. Wow i'm kind of Really nervous for how this magoland novel will turn out actually because a lot is kind of at stake here when you think about it

takase will either be forced to actually develop magolor's character, or she will just completely scrap everything that happened earlier, remove any mentions of the epilogue and go straight back to square 1 where magolor is -- once again -- the villain of the story. Don't get me wrong i like evil magolor a lot lol i think if done right it can be a very enjoyable portrayal of his character. but there's only So many times you can make a character the antagonist before it just gets straight up exhausting y'know

i think it's ESPECIALLY different in terms of magoland. This might be a cold take idk lmao but merry magoland isn't just some wacky little theme park magolor created out of the blue for no reason. It's something that signifies and sets in stone how he's a changed character. Merry magoland is magolor's dream he's had for a really long time by his own words and truly shows that all he's wanted to do is make people have fun and be happy. if you make him the antagonist in that, that completely just fucks up Everything relating to his character and renders that entire development null and also invalidates all the hardships he's gone through to make that happen

i do think takase's portrayal of magolor is fun! i do enjoy it and i do appreciate how he has a hard time communicating his desires and showing true friendship. i think that's important. one of magolor's most significant flaws is how he has a hard time understanding how friendship is supposed to work and what to do when you have friends. but maybe instead of making him the villain. Over and over and over again you could idk... have him Learn?? and actually Develop from his issues??? i know waddle dee is a completely separate character but for the sake of comparing to another person who has gone through a huge amount of development in the novels -- why can't magolor do the same? why is it constantly so insistent that he be the one causing all the problems for no reason other than haha it's funny (in most cases at least. i know dreamy gear was different and i will give it a giant shoutout for that)

i'm so sorry if i sound too harsh here i literally don't know how to word it otherwise lol i think it's important to emphasize that despite everything i do like seeing magolor's character in the novels. but it just gets to a point where it's Grating to me at times and depending on the scenario is just completely inaccurate. that's why i think magoland is such a huge point for us here with a lot on the line -- if she chooses to not make magolor the antagonist and make it accurate to the game's actions and desires, that will be an essential key for his development and showcase that we're actually making progress with his character. but if she chooses to make him the antagonist again, the potential for him being something more than a villain -- which is RIGHT there -- is completely wiped

afaik magolor and kirby's friendship was also mentioned and i just want to throw out there. merry magoland happened because of kirby. merry magoland happened because of magolor's friends. kirby, meta knight, dedede and bandee are the reason merry magoland exists. so if takase chooses to not acknowledge any mention of that and make magolor go against them all, that also erases the potential of magolor's relationship with other characters as well yknow... the characters he's gone against for this whole time? it also makes no sense whatsoever??

so yeah this is a bit long but there's just a lot to either look forward to or dread about this novel -- or even both lmao -- the more i thought about it. i want to have a decent amount of hope that i could be wrong here, maybe takase will take advantage of what she has to work with game wise and create something truly special. but throughout all of magolor's appearances in the novels... *hand on mirror* it seems like all of his character is constantly scrapped in favor of treating him like some apathetic irredeemable character with no regard for others or understanding friendship. so that's kind of a hard pill to swallow

#ask

[night-market-if]

Hi there !

I just came here to say that I read the entirety of the Night Market yesterday. Before my final exam. Instead of studying. A wonderful decision, really.

More seriously, I need to say this : this. This is a work of art. This shook me to my core. The way you describe everything is wonderful. And the story. The characters. Oh my god the world you created is so full and complex and you can see so much of your love for it through the writing, and it's not a perfect world, nowhere near it, but the characters in this world care and it's enough. The main cast, no, everyone really, is so human. So likable (except some obvious villains, whom are still incredibly interesting in their motivations, and also their madness the Lord of Dolls is an incredible example of this), so full of mistakes, with backstories so complex and unique, and I want to hug them because they need it but also slap some of them because they're so dumb *cough* Milo *cough*, which, I think, shows a lot about how well written a character is.

Now, onto the spoilers and the last chapters. I'm screaming. So so so not okay right now. I swear I ended the last chapter, read the last word, and went "how the fuck am I supposed to go to my exam tomorrow and be normal about this ???". Like. The way each plot twist was for me unexpected but shed light on so much stuff. Like, wow. Every bit that I was like "oh wait that's genius". One thing, even. In one chapter, when MC says to Milo "I hate them. The one who brought me there." and Milo had a strange reaction I said "oh imagine if he's the one who brought us there haha that would be fun". Let me tell you I wasn't laughing later on in chapter 11 after discovering that this funny thought, fastly forgotten because hey, I was never great at theories, this funny thought WAS THE GOOD ONE.

You are so so so so so so talented and I love your universe and everything and I'm destroyed in the best way possible and you gave me so much motivation about working on my own book and I will buy it I will buy the full game I will buy every one of your games just take my money. This is incredible. You are incredible.

Thank you so much for Night Market. I will read it again (because I don't have anymore exam ha). And sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to share how much I loved your if, and your writing ! Also sorry if any of this sounds strange, english isn't my first language !

With that, I hope you have a nice day/evening/night ! Take care of yourself !

I hope your exams went amazing!!! I do not miss those years. LOL

First off, thank you thank you thank you! The gushing was what I needed to sign on to. I always get so excited when readers get what I've been trying to convey. These flawed characters, all of which have lives and a past, are so very important to me. I know the typical way to do things is to write a story revolving around the MC but I would much rather write a story where MC goes and just experiences the world and the people in it.

As for being fooled by Milo, someone on discord put it great. You are blind to the ones you love. The truth of Milo has been laid out for some time. From chapter one, really. But, it was hard to see because of the kind of person he is. I am so excited to explore that in book 2.

Thank you for spending the time to write all this out. It has filled me with all the warm love. :)

And as for the Dollmaker? He will be a "villain" we will be seeing more of.

#the night market #answering your asks #interactive fiction #twine fic #the ro's #world building

[bentosandbox]

better late than never amirite

i think i haven't posted july (cause I thought global would have released TBC by now...) or october (commission) on here/twitter hopefully i remember to sometime this year

bonus chen edition because well i guess she is my cringefail girlboss blorbo

bonus chenswire edition

bonus bonus extremely boring stuff

films i watched in 2022 (tragedy of macbeth out of picture because it was on the next row)

top 10 (in watched order not a 1-10 ranking)

Marketa Lazarova (1967) Friend was streaming it, liked the script so much I asked my friend for the srt file after Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) Rocks Petite Maman (2021) Personal Attack Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (2000) :) My Life as a Zucchini (2016) Celine Sciamma truly don't miss Saturday Fiction (2019) It's not a 5/5 movie but...the soul... the period noir... Nope (2022) The Spectacle dot jpg Hands Over The City (1963) yes i watched this just before il siracusano Decision To Leave (2022) yuriyaoi straight romance can't elaborate Puss In Boots (2022) i'm so glad i didn't watch this as a kid i would have nightmares, but as an adult i got to see my traumas on the big screen yippee!!!

missed a local screening of My Broken Mariko because it only happened for ONE DAY fucking insane (I recommend reading the original manga it's so good)

Speaking of books hmm

Swordspoint yuriyaoi... Invisible Ink reread. and I think I need to reread again Fire & Blood read it after watching hotd ep 1 pretty good series btw dare i say even ...the best on-screen yaoiyuri of the year... Eagle Shooting/Condor Heroes Book 1 Not bad Water Margin Didn't I write a angry rant on this. rite of passage i guess...... How to Keep House While Drowning its funny because i WILL do chores......still good though What My Bones Know - insane how trauma can be so isolating yet universal lol A Wizard of Earthsea if only i read this instead of harry potter back then lmao wow

you can now basically psychoanalyse my issues from the last three books I think

Uhhhhhhh what else am I missing - oh yeah I did 3 gamejams this year (Art/Design and a liiiiiitle bit of trying to do the UI in Unity myself instead of giving the pngs to my friends)

my abysmal steam stats told me i only played 5 games this year so I need to get back my gamer license, backlog is like 75% VNs though what's up with that (there's only 4 games but. well)

had a really long blogpost (basically a 'look at all the things you did this year you didnt waste it' thing thus the above lists) but i think i'll just keep it to my notion notes lest this post becomes a traumadumping ground ecks dee tl;dr failed a Very Important (to me) Thing early 2022 that kind of shattered any crumb of self-esteem i had and made me question everything i did onwards (especially in regards to doujin stuff) and then basically physical health issues affecting mental health and vice versa which is fun but fuck it we ball.....(try)

don't really have any solid 'resolutions' (that i would remember to do) other than to 'live' more than just 'survive' as edgy as that sounds 🥴oh wait oc zine yea yea and go into illustration full time h-haha........... should really get around to making a patreon/fanbox but i really hate the idea of paywalling

also signed up for a AK doujin event in Nagoya in March so I now have a very heavy motivation to finish the second half of my LGD doujin and hopefully I get to table at AX too dot dot dot

#bentotexto