#you guys gave good insight last time I asked

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do you plan on having movie Vanessa meet all the Glamrock? (Sorry if it’s a dumb question)

I definitely do! Roxy and Monty I have to do, I also want to draw Abby, Mike and Michael meeting them as well

If you guys have any other animatronics the peeps should meet, from the pizzaplex or other games, let me know!

#ask reply #I got an idea for her meeting Roxy already so that’ll be real soon hopefully #Monty will be an interesting interaction.. #I know sun and moon might be good to draw about as well? #idk I wanna hear y’all’s opinions! #you guys gave good insight last time I asked

[eureka-its-zico]

I’m gonna need one of those short prompts of zoro just thirsting after doc. I wanna see heart eyes and bullying from Nami.

With that being said, something light would be nice. The series has been pretty dark for the last two chapters and it’d be nice to see them act relatively normal again

I took a small break from working on Ch. 10 to write this out. This chapter is a lot more fun and way less serious than the other two, and I feel like this little spin-off I wrote gives good insight into the chapter.

I hope you like it 💕

P.s. I wrote this on my phone and posting it from my phone so if it’s a little wonky, please forgive me.

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“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring.”

If Nami called him out one more time he was going to need to hit something. And if aforementioned orange-haired friend asked how long he’d been watching you, Zoro was going to lie.

Just like what he was doing now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The shit eating grin Nami wore at his response told him all he needed to know.

He was a terrible liar.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Nami quipped.

“I’m sorry is there a reason you’re here? Besides to annoy me.”

“Ouch!”

Zoro didn’t finish watching Nami pretend to cover up a wound or to see her finish the playful pout she’d been sending his way the past couple of weeks. It allowed his gaze to fall back on where you’d been the last half hour tending to the tangerine trees they’d taken with them for Nami. A piece of Nami’s old life - her old home - planted on the ship as a reminder of all she’d overcome and what she’d gained.

It had taken less than a day for you to talk Nami into showing you how much water to give them and how to carefully trim their branches. Zoro warned you not to overdue it. You were still healing - some of your stitches barely keeping the once open wounds an inch from reopening with one wrong move.

You quickly overruled his worries with a soft press of your lips against his. He refused to admit it had left him shellshocked as you walked away; rooted to the spot next to the island in the kitchen with that damn cook smirking at him while his brain tried to remember how to make words.

“Shut up, waiter.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” Sanji replied, flabbergasted and yet, still smirking.

“Keep it that way.”

Zoro stormed out of that kitchen and wanted to storm away from Nami too, but this place on the upper terrace of the deck gave him the perfect spot to watch you. To make sure you were being careful and only a short distance away if you weren’t.

“I thought you guys were together.”

God, he really needed Nami to fuck off. Crossing his arms, Zoro leaned his forearms against the railing and hoped it would send the message he was done conversing. Unfortunately for him, Nami moved closer. Her back against the rail and her arms draped behind her. It gave Nami the perfect view of his face.

Zoro knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he answered.

“We are.”

“So, care to tell me why you are watching her like you’re still pining for her?”

“I’m not pining,” he grumbled back.

“This is the definition of pining.”

That’s it. He was going to toss Nami overboard.

“I’m not - “

He refused to admit defeat but damn it he couldn’t stop his forehead from pressing down into the wood of the bannister. He wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to anyone listening to give him strength.

You would be super pissed if he did throw Nami overboard.

“Is there a reason you’re still here bugging the shit out of me?”

“If you’re with her Zoro, go be with her. That’s all I’m saying. You shouldn’t have to creep around and be away from her when you clearly want to be next to her.”

Zoro did.

He couldn’t describe it. Fuck, he couldn’t deny it, either. Every atom of his being craved to be next to you. To bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. Memorize the smell of the sea on your skin and the different herbs you dried and for whatever concoctions you made that day. He loved it when he could smell Rosemary in your hair or the ginger that reminded him of home.

But he didn’t want to overwhelm you. It’d only been a couple of weeks since Luffy and crew had left the Conomi Islands. Only a few weeks when Zoro thought he would never…

“I’m just trying to give her space.”

Fuck. Why did his voice have to be so soft? Now Nami was giving him that look and - fuck.

Zoro refused to glance up at Nami - the look that must be on her face. So, he kept his eyes on the safest place he could find.

You.

“Look, I know this relationship thing is kind of new for you, Zoro. It can be scary, at times.”

“I’m not afraid,” he cut in.

“-but,” she continued ignoring his sudden outburst. “I know for a fact the last thing she wants is space. Doc wants you, Zoro more than she’s going to want to be left alone.”

She clapped her hand against his shoulder, signaling she was departing, and left him brooding against the banner. His eyes no longer watching as you gently cut dying stems from the tangerine trees, but out into the endless blue and wondered if it was possible that Nami was right.

He was never going to hear the end of it if she was.

#bitter-post-millennial #answered #Chaos in Their Bones #roronoa zoro #opla #one piece live action #roronoa zoro x reader

[rainylana]

“I’m always going to take care of you.” Alternate version!

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: this is a new version of my old series i wrote last year. so many people have asked to see more of how eddie deals with such a horrible thing happening to the reader, so here we go, this is for you!

warnings: PLEASE READ! this is purposely written, in the beginning, as fast paced. i was trying to establish a sense of anxiety and fear while writing it because of how quickly it happened. the assault happens differently and does not go into much detail this chapter, but will during the next. i purposely switched povs because i still wanted to give insight to the reader. so with that being said, warnings for this fic include: rape, blood and bruises, broken bones, hospitalization, language, smoking of weed, trauma and shock, lots of tears and angst. please, please, let me know what you thought and if there’s anything i need to go about differently. it’s been a year since i’ve properly revisited this series. i feel like this version will be much darker and will take more of a toll. let me know your thoughts and if anything needs changed. i never spellcheck lol. this one’s for all of us. i see you and feel you. much love, lana.

Steve Harrington’s parties were the kind that were talked about for weeks on end. The music, the food, the house. It was a mansion, and there had been many of times were you and Eddie had slept in multiple rooms of that house, unbeknownst to the owners knowledge.

This party was no different. Bodies were on bodies, beer was spilled and the pool was splashing every drop of water out into the flower bed, that was no covered in trash. There was a basketball court that entertained the jocks. It was an absolute mansion.

You were somewhere. Eddie would see you from time to time getting more beer or a snack, coming over to check on him. He closed his eyes, taking a long drag and leaned against the wall. “Shit, this shit is good.” He coughed slightly, letting his arms fall at his sides, black sleeves pulled up at his elbows.

You found him eventually, hair slightly wet from being splashed at the pool, a towel wrapped around your shoulders. Most everyone was wearing their bathing suits. You smiled when you sat down beside him, laughing at the redness of his eyes. “Feelin good, Eddie?” You tapped his chin.

He grinned at you goofily. “Shit, is the shit, babe. Wanna try?” He offered it to you.

You plopped down on your ass and sat beside him, saying hi to all the others that joined the circle. You laid your head on his shoulder. “Sure you don’t want to come swim with me, Ed? It feels good. Moons out, too. It could be romantic.”

“I give you plenty of romance, darlin’.” He said through hooded eyes, armed laid lazily around your wet shoulders. “Damn, your tits are out!” He exclaimed, finally realizing you had changed, eyes bulging for dramatics.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “My tits are not out. Everyone is wearing them! You picked it out, don’t you remember?”

“Baby, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t remember much of anything right now.” He was practically drooling at the mouth, giggling like a child and floating off into space.

“Uh, huh.” You gave him a look before turning to the rest of the group. “He’s cut off.”

He was too stoned to realize what you had said, curling up in himself and lulling his head against the wall, eyes drooping closed.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh, okay,” You sighed, watching as he fell asleep. “I’m serious, Gareth, make sure he doesn’t do anything else. I got to carry this guy home, you know.”

You sat with Eddie for almost an hour, making sure he was alright. He always was. He always got tired when he smoked weed, you did too, but not near as much as he did. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling everyone else you’d be back and that you were going to change your clothes.

You went to the same room you always did, walked up the same steps and same corridor, the air cool against the exposure of your wet skin. Nobody was upstairs. You had planned for a quick change and nothing more, but you hadn’t any idea what was waiting for you behind the door, or the fact you were being followed.

•

Eddie was in and out of it, waking up here and there if someone spoke loudly enough. Dustin kept laughing, about what, he didn’t know or care. He just wanted to sleep. Later on he would realize that it was probably an act of God that he heard you, because there was no scientific explanation for it. He shouldn’t have heard you.

The music was booming loud, playing a hit from Blondie over the speakers. People were chugging beers, getting high and fucking out in the shed outside, the bedrooms above. The lights were flashing on and off, mixtures of colors painting the walls, their bodies. There was no way he could of heard you, yet he did.

He felt as if he were dreaming at first. His eyes were still closed, body numb from the awkward position he was in. It felt like a loud thumping at first, like something had hit the floor. Then a crash, something had broke. Then a high pitched noise, someone had screamed. It had to have been a dream, because he swore it was you.

Eddies eyes peeled open slowly, foggy and clouded from his high, but he didn’t feel so good anymore, and was left with a chill up his spine. He looked to the right of him to find you gone. “Gareth?” His voice was gravely and deep. “Where’d y/n go?”

Gareth pointed up the stairs quickly, eager to get back to his conversation with Robin about her thoughts on the new Back to the Future movie. Eddie had pushed himself up and found the stairs. It was a mansion, having had to climb four sets of stairs before he could find the hallway. Each set he could hear it clearer. He still shouldn’t have. The music was too loud. He could feel the vibrations underneath his feet against the wood flooring.

He walked quicker and quicker, the sounds of crashing, screaming, begging, becoming louder and louder. Soon, he heard his own name, and he knew it was you. He was running then, as fast as he could to find you. And when he did, the last door on the left, the same room you both had slept in many of times, he was brought to pure horror.

•

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening. Well, you did. You had been raped. You were just confused what was happening now. You were sitting up, staring blankly at the floor. Eddie was down at your feet, saying something, saying a lot of things, actually, but you couldn’t hear him. It sounded like he was underwater. Your ears were ringing, and he kept dabbing his hand under your nose. Were you bleeding?

Your hands were vibrating, along with the other parts of your body, shaking like you were having a seizure. Surely you’d pass out soon. Everything you felt was heightened. The pain, the emotion, or lack of. You soon realized you were going into shock.

You felt everything, yet nothing, all at the same time.

•

Four seconds.

It had taken four seconds for Eddie to react. Four seconds for him to decide what to do. He’d found you bent over the bed, hands pinned above your head and legs split apart. The man above you, twice your size, twice his size, a man he’d never seen before, raping you. It had taken him four seconds to react.

The man above you had stopped when Eddie had come in, staring at him in the act with a look of surprise and shock. Eddie lunged then, knocking the man over and into a side table that crumbled under their weight, a string of punches and curses, the sound of choking and items breaking. There was so much noise, but you didn’t hear any of it. You laid there, bent over, legs spread, a mixture of blood and semen seeping out of you as you stared straight ahead, fixated on the painting in front of you.

Steve and his mom at the beach.

You didn’t hear the sound of Eddie’s cry of pain when your attacker punched the wind out of him, you didn’t hear him run out of the room or Eddie’s footsteps after him, halting halfway and returning back to you. You kept thinking of Steve and his mom. She was so sweet. You really should spend more time with her.

All of that, led to now.

“Baby, baby, please, please, say something!” He panicked, knelt down at your legs, holding your arms to keep you upright, “Oh, God,” He took another look at your legs, covered in blood. “Oh, my god, Oh, my god.” He covered his mouth briefly, not knowing what to do. “Okay, okay,” He jumped up, running to the joining bathroom to grab a towel. “Okay, baby, I got this, see?” He started quickly wiping away at the blood, switching his eyes from his legs to you.

It looked like you’d been killed, or were dying. You said nothing, deathly pale, face stained with tears and mascara, deep bruising that painted your cheeks and eyes purple. Your lip was busted and bleeding. You were shaking with tremors, your breath coming out in little pants that were uneven. You were choking on your sobs, not a single one being allowed out. It hurt to sit, the pain in your abdomen was almost unbearable.

Eddie didn’t realize it himself, but he was also going in to shock. It became harder and harder to get the blood off of you due to his shaky hands, and his breathing become more sporadic and choppy. “I’m getting it, honey. I’m trying.” He said, words coming out in a rush. The towel was stained red when he’d finished, your legs still coated, stained by the blood from inside of you. He looked you over, shaking his head. He didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n,” He gasped, reaching up to grab your face. “Talk to me. Are you hurt? Where does it hurt at?”

You couldn’t look at him. It felt impossible. Your eyes were so heavy. His voice still sounded as if he were underwater, his movements slow, like he was fighting off a current, and you suddenly became freezing, trembling harder like you were out in the snow. Maybe it was the shock.

“Honey, please,” Eddie begged you, eyes tearing up. “I don’t know what to do.”

When he noticed how hard you were shaking, he jumped up and got a blanket from the chair, wrapping it around your body and sitting next to you. “Okay, here, I’m here. Steve!” His scream snapped you out of it, making you gasp and jump.

“No!” Your voice was hoarse, burning as you screamed. “No!” You tried to stand but you collapsed, pointing to the door. “Close the door! Close the door!”

Your urgency made him obey quickly, and he was slamming the door and locking it within a second. “Y/n-”

“You can’t tell anyone!” You sobbed, wobbling on your legs. You were a sight, one that would traumatize him for the rest of his life. “No one, swear it! Let’s just go home!” You we’re a wreck, sobbing, hyperventilating, shaking. Surely you would faint.

“Angel, baby,” He tried to approach you, but you freaked.

“No!” You jumped away. “Don’t- don’t touch me, please!” Was the room getting darker?

“Okay, okay,” He held up his hands, heart racing and bulging, fearful eyes. “I won’t touch you. I’ll stay right here, okay?”

You nodded, mouth opening and closing, feet shuffling, limping, trying to stay upright. Surely, you would faint.

•

His elbows are on his knees, hands pressed against his mouth. The chair he’s in is uncomfortable, an ache in his back that matches the one in his heart. Wayne is there, sitting across from him on the other side of the room. Steve, Nancy, Robin and Dustin are outside in the waiting room, along with the rest of hellfire. He tried to be discreet. Well no, that wasn’t true. When you’d fainted, Eddie lost it.

He’d swooped you up in his arms, carrying you down stairs, a sobbing mess, looking anywhere for anyone, to help. He found Mike first, then Chrissy Cunningham. The party was over very quickly.

“Eddie.” Wayne said tiredly, wearing a puffed, flannel coat. “Why don’t you go home, bud? I’ll stay with her.”

“No.” He didn’t miss a beat. He was staring a hole right through you, eyes so tearful they looked to be made of glass. “I can’t leave her.”

Wayne knew he wouldn’t leave. It was four in the morning, and you hadn’t shown any signs of life. If it weren’t for the machines, Eddie was sure you would have been dead. You were so quiet, not a stir, not a twitch. Were you dreaming? Was it good or a nightmare?

“She’s alright, buddy. You know that.” Wayne could see the telltale signs of his panic attack coming on. “You heard what the doctor said.”

You had abrasions along your vaginal walls. Your nose was broken, now covered with gauze and medical tape. You had two broken ribs, bruises covering your entire body. The doctor had asked him questions he didn’t know the answer to. Eddie knew what had happened, but what had really happened?

You would be okay. He knew that. You were alive and you survived. But were you okay? What would you become when you woke up? You would be totally traumatized, or would you simply move on with life? He knew the answer and he hated himself for knowing it. He knew the pain you were going to suffer when you woke up. He saw it. He saw what it was you would have to endure. A part of him wished you would sleep peacefully forever.

It felt like every vital organ inside of him had been ripped apart, like his stomach had been cut and everything spilled out. He’d thrown up twice since they got to the hospital. It been hours since you both got there. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d saw. Your body being used, abused by a man who had beaten you up, raped you, split you open and left bloody.

“Oh, god, Wayne.” Eddie broke down in sobs, shoulders sinking and face hiding into his hands for a shield, a mask to hide from the world. “This is all my fault.”

The image of you had scared his brain, the mental image something he thought he’d never be able to erase. Through everything he had gone through, this moment here, was the worst moment he had ever lived through, and he himself, would make a deal with god if he could, just to take your place, to take it all away. The love of his life was in pain, and it caused him more hurt than he could have ever imagined.

His uncle looked at him, saddened and distraught for the both of you. “Don’t say that, Eddie. You know she’d hate to hear you say somethin’ like that.”

Eddie’s body shook with heavy, deep and broken cries. “It is. I was asleep. I was asleep and stoned out of my mind while she was being raped right above me!” He practically spat the words with a venomous hatred, throwing out his arm as he looked at you longingly. “I failed her. Her, of all people. I fuckin’ failed the one thing I care about most. How the hell am I supposed to live with this?”

Wayne watched him stare at you, stare at you and cry like he was mourning for the entire world, like you had been taken from him.

“How are we supposed to be okay after this, Wayne?” He looked like a little boy then, looking over to his uncle with big, brown eyes. “How can I…how can she ever forgive me?” Another sob, and another. Wayne was sat beside him now, holding his shoulders as Eddie cried.

“You two have been through hell together.” The old man said, on hand on his nephews new. “You’ll get through this. She will and you will. She stood by your side when you were dying, remember? She helped you through it. It did you both in, but you got through it, didn’t you?

He didn’t answer, but he heard his uncle loud and clear. He didn’t know how he’d do it, but he’d help you in every way he could. He owed it to you. You’d patched him up, held him through nightmares and insecurities about his scars. You fed him, helped clothed him and helped him keep himself clean when he was still too sore to move around. You had put your own life on pause for him. He owed it to you to do the same. In his eyes, it was his own fault it happened, anyways.

“Yeah.” Eddie sniffled, wiping away his tears with his jacket. “Yeah, I- you’re right. You’re right. I can help her. I’ll help her. She’ll be okay.”

“She’ll be okay.” Wayne assured him.

He didn’t realize just how hard it was going to be, how a giant rift in your relationship would almost separate the two of you. That the both of you would be forever changed from that night.

Eddie gulped, blinking back tears as he looked at the steady beating of your heart in the vital screen. “She’ll be okay.”

#eddie munson #i will always take care of you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female character #female reader

[sapphicseasapphire]

I’m wondering if any of the chain members have any dietary restrictions and if so how do they deal with food while travelling I’d imagine some wouldn’t exactly need to eat ( wars, wild and time) but also most of the other might need to have different diets then the typical hylian. ( honestly only twilight and maybe four might be the only with a more typical diet)

This is a great question, and one that I’ve thought about at length. Sorry I took so long to respond, I’m so incredibly busy with my classes! I hope this answer is sufficient haha! (Under the cut because long)

Wild: Surprisingly, he does need to eat! Just, not for the reasons that you or I do. Wild does not feel hungry. His body does not consume energy (it’s not… physical, really). But his magic is based in the natural world, so if he’s hurt, he must strengthen bonds to nature. The easiest way to do this is to ingest things that come from nature. So like… any food ever. He gets hurt a lot (the little chaos gremlin) so he tends to eat a lot! And he may be a silly little guy, but he has standards. He’s an excellent cook, surprisingly.

Wars: Doesn’t eat. Can’t eat. Is a sword.

Time: Time doesn’t need to eat, but after spending his life as a mortal, it’s a pretty tough habit to break! He’s nostalgic about food, almost. While he doesn’t feel hungry, he doesn’t typically feel full, either. So eating won’t make him sick or anything. If he smells something tasty, he’d ask for a serving! Other than that, he doesn’t have any dietary restrictions.

Hyrule: Vegetarían! And he LOVES sweet things. He fills up on berries and then will go days without eating again- it doesn’t take much to sustain his little body. (Like Wild, he’s not exactly physical, either. Most of his body mass is just magic). Sugar water? His favorite. Jelly? He loves. He’s such a little guy, I love him.

Sky: Pescatarian! As Link, he was vegetarian, but Aepon really liked fish. To this day, Sky’s favorite meal is pumpkin and fish soup, which is a weird combination. But Pipit made it for him once and it’s been his favorite ever since! (A combination of Link and Aepon’s favorites). He’s not against eating meat but his body isn’t really equipped to handle it. Same with dairy- but no one knew that until they gave him a bunch of milk after hearing that he has fragile bones. He is morally against eating eggs.

Legend: He has to absolutely douse all of his meals with a bunch of salt or he’ll die, but he’s vibing. He prefers seafood, but he’s been living on land (and has traveled enough) to be able to stomach the plants that grow above water. He has even developed a preference for certain meats. He’ll take whatever he’s given, usually, and add his own salt haha.

Ravio: Literally the exact same as Legend. (Except he’s been neglecting the salt thing for pretty much his whole life. Someone help him, he’s not doing well).

Wind: Literally the exact same as Legend and Ravio, except he doesn’t need all the salt supplementation… at least not nearly to the same extent.

Four: Eats a typical diet! Nothing really to say here. Typical three meals a day, meat and vegetables and dairy and all that. Four will mix their food before eating, which the others might find odd. They prefer to have everything in every bite. Soups are good haha!

Twilight: Typical diet. He eats meat and vegetables and dairy and all that jazz. Lots of protein. He eats… more than you’d expect, and that’s because he has different forms to maintain. It doesn’t cost him anything to shift- it takes no energy- but if he only eats enough for a Hylian, he won’t be able to last long as a wolf or another large animal.

This post might offer some more insight!

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #cryptid lore #cryptid four #cryptid ravio #cryptid legend #cryptid time #cryptid sky #cryptid twilight #cryptid hyrule #cryptid warriors #cryptid wind #cryptid wild #AGH THE LITTLE GUYS #I love them!! #links meet au

[ashleyfableblack]

With a gust of green flame Queen Chrysalis Sparkle appeared in the disaster-zone that was the West Tower royal laboratory of her wife. "Twilight? I-"

"Honeybug! Thank you for coming home early."

A wide-eyed Queen Twilight cautiously prodded at the hissing spider with a pair of tongs. It lunged and snapped at them with its chelicerae. It backed away from her, it's forelimbs raised in a threatening pose. As it sideled sideways, looking for an opening in Twilight's defenses she maneuvered the tongs like a shield.

A concerned Chrysalis regarded the scene with a raised eyebrow. "That is a Green Widow."

Twilight continued her defensive dance with the irate arachnid. "Correct!"

Chrysalis looked from the hissing creature to Twilight and back. "And why is it here in your laboratory with it's acidic spittle and venomous bite which could even kill an alicorn, like my wife?" Her horn crackled with a whisp of green flame. She drew close to her pony wife, ready to interpose herself.

"I know you're concerned, honeybug." Twilight quickly attempted to reassure her. "I'm fine- WOOP!" She ducked as a thin spray of grey mist shot past her shoulder. It's impact left a smoking buckshot pattern on the nearby bookshelf.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, her fangs scraping against the chitin in worry. "I see." In a gust of green changeling flames she created an invisible shield around Twilight.

"The potency of the green widow's venom is legendary and it's precisely why this one is here. Green widow bites in the Whitetail woods are rare but they have a very high mortality rate. I need to retrieve a sample of its venom to continue our local hospital's research into developing a viable antivenom. This little fellow was volunteered by our local wildlife wranglers for the process. Normally Fluttershy would be handling this but she's come down with the ponypox."

The spider kicked a few of the broken tongue depressors out of its way. With an angry chomp it hefted up the tattered remains of a plush doll, made to resemble the buttercream pegasus and flung it at Twilight. "I'm afraid this little fellah is not in any mood to cooperate."

"Why do you have a little plushie of her?"

"Discord left it here after our last tea-time." She traded knowing eyes with her wife and shrugged. "I didn't ask. Anyways, I was hoping you could help with this moody little guy, with your people's knowledge of the creatures of the deep woods, I theorized you might have an insight to its behavior or at least be able to hypnotize it momentarily."

Chrysalis chuckled. "I'm so glad you had the good sense to ask for my help." She kissed her wife's horn and gave it a playful nip with her fangs. "But mesmerizing it with my enchanting gaze won't be necessary, beloved."

Chrysalis turned to the spider and made a series of clicks and whispered hisses. The furious arachnid set down the beaker it had hefted overhead, prepared to hurl at Twilight. The two hissed and spat back and forth for a moment as Twilight watched in wide-eyed surprise. They were communicating. She was still learning just how helpful it was to have a wife who had literally been almost every species of creature in the world.

"You speak its language?" Her brow furrowed. "It has a language?"

The creature angrily stomped it's forelimbs as Chrysalis nodded. Occasionally it pointed at Twilight and made a particularly disgusted sound, slapping its pedipalps together.

Chrysalis sighed. "Yes. Of a sort. Most sapient beings do." There was a slight tinge of irritation to her words.

"Chrysalis!" Twilight used her magic to retrieve a pencil and note tablet from a nearby desk, excited to record this new knowledge. "This is incredible! Equestrian science knows so little about the green widow!" She hadn't even considered this discovery. "Ooooo! What did it say?"

"Well, for starters, Her name is Miss Mugglywumpus. She does not appreciate being snatched from her burrow and she is very offended by your eyelashes."

Twilight blinked. "My… eyelashes?" The spider hissed and reared up again.

"Yes." Chrysalis looked back to the angry spider. "You've been fluttering them at her in a very rude threat display."

Twilight lifted a tiny mirror to examine herself, suddenly very self-conscious. Normally she was very proud of the inky black cilia which framed her almond-shaped violet eyes. Chrysalis often complimented her on their "come-hither" quality. She supposed they might resemble antennae or some other form of limb to the right perspective.

Her changeling wife continued. "Not only that but your aggressive blinking has been signaling very crass remarks about her hygiene, the size of her abdomen and capacity to spawn a respectably-sized brood."

"I WHAT?!"

Chrysalis motioned to the creature with her serpentine eyes. It glared up at Twilight with all 8 of its crimson peepers. Fangs glistening, forelimbs folded across it's thorax. If there was any expression in a spider's body-language which might indicate it had been the recipient of a potent yo-mama slam, this looked to be about right.

Twilight gave a dejected sigh as Chrysalis placed a consoling hoof across her withers.

She had expected today to be quite eventful. However, as Rainbow Dash might say, she did not have 'sparking a first-contact disaster with her face' on her bingo card today.

#my art #my story #traditional art #mlp au #mlp g4 #my little pony #lesbian #twisalis #twilight sparkle #queen chrysalis #love #lgbtq #science #scientist #wildlife management #eternal courtship #ashleyfableblack

[pleasereadmeok]

A Goode year ... 2023

Time for my usual review of Matthew Goode's year. Every year I sit down to write these thinking - hmm - we didn’t see enough of Matthew Goode this year.  [NEVER enough]  But then each year I’m surprised by how busy he is. But this year we had several months of Goodey being MIA. How did we cope?

January -

You can tell I'm searching for 'news' when the biggest thing that happened in January was the release of a 13 year old interview with Matthew on the Ellen Show! Well it got us excited coz most of the old YouTubes of it had disappeared.

[📷 screenshot by @matthewgiggles - she did 1061 of these babies 👏] Oh and Matthew was robbed in the Critics Choice Awards for his performance in 'The Offer' . ROBBED!!! Oh well - at least he was nominated.

February -

Not a Goode month - I seriously couldn't find any Goode news in the archive.

March -

In March we got excited about Matthew playing either A RABBIT or a hedgehog (coz we will take ANYTHING during this drought) in a new animation 'Tally Ho' also known as 'Spiked'.

📷 @goodecollective Hoping Matthew plays Walter the rabbit coz that's a bigger part - but I guess he could be the older brother.

April -

We got our first look at Matthew filming 'Freud's Last Session' -

[📷 Mark Doyle/Splash News]

... and the first 'official' promo pics from Sony Pictures Classics -

... And, bizarrely, the Whitehead Railway Museum (a location for FLS) spilled the beans that we'd see this in December.

May -

We were starved of Goode news -

June -

I mean WTF happened in June?

By July -

We were starting to worry....

August -

Luckily some more FLS casting news started trickling out and we were READY.

Oh and some of Matthew's costumes for ADOW were up for auction - so hopefully some lucky fans are sniffing those as I write this -

In September -

We started getting little bit of buzz about Matthew being a contender for Best Supporting Actor Oscars. 😯

And then towards the end of the month - this happened -

Matthew and ex F1 World champ Jenson Button doing lots of outdoorsy stuff to promote Hackett London's Autumn Winter collection -

Hallelujah - proof of life at last!

As well as the vid we were treated to loads of gorgeous promo pics by Charlie Gray. 😍

October -

Started off about the devil game golf. Matthew played at the Dunhill Links golf tournament -

📷 Dunhill Links and 'Gaz the Caddie'

So great that @asgoodeasgold was there so we got some gorgeous pics. Check them out here -https://www.tumblr.com/asgoodeasgold/730860856364122112/im-so-glad-you-enjoyed-goodeywatch-thank-you?source=share

Then, at last, we got a sneaky look at 'Freud's Last Session' -

... and guess what? Matthew was SO goode.

The movie premiered at AFI Fest but sadly, due to the strike, we missed out on seeing Matthew there. The review started appearing and guess what - our guy did good. More than holding his own working with Sir Anthony Hopkins so who could ask for more?

November

The superlatives about Matthew's performance as C.S. Lewis kept on coming. AND Matthew was spotted in Seville with his mate Jenson again for yet another Hackett campaign...

📷 all from @RenegadeJFG Twitter.

December

OMG there has been so much Goode action I don't know where to start. Matthew packed with so many interviews, zooms and articles to promote 'Freud's Last Session'. Exhausting for Matthew and a bit overwhelming for fans - but I'm not complaining. Here's just few appearances -

Matthew's interviews gave us some fascinating insights to the type of human he really is and what he believes - as well as the usual fun, laughter and the constant 'non-verbal leakage' that he is SO aware of.

AND a few hints that he is in talks to reprise BOB!

We got the official trailer in December and 'Freud's Last Session' had a limited release in the US (L.A. and New York).

Matthew has continued to receive great reviews for his work in FLS and let's hope that directors and award voters sit up and take notice!

So what will the next year bring? Well - it's looking goode.

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #freud's last session #a discovery of witches #adow #tally ho #photoshoots

[marbarmars-arts]

So...I MAY have been collecting Fawfuls like pokemon cards <3

(and what the heck do I mean by that exactly??) WELL in a discord GC my friend Parmy suggested we’d imitate each other’s art styles as like a collab of sorts? Well...I kinda took that a step further heheh ^^

(And fun fact...this was supposed to be something I was gonna do for AU day of Fawful month too, but that idea got cut due to time)

So may I present...the different Fawfuls I drew!! For my friends/cool acquaintances!

So the one who led up to this in the first place, Fawful from @parmsnik AU!! He is dating/eventually marrying Naspi depending on where you’re at in the AU haha! Your way of drawing Fawful seems to change a little bit each time you draw him, so I tried to my best to guestimate a consistent looking Fawf! Very cute!

Up next is Fawful from @the-spacewaffle AU!! Yippee Ronnie’s AU! Thanks for being my friend for so long,,to talk about Fawful and all that stuff y’know? I’ll be cheering you on to complete the story qwq your Fawful is always so nice to my OCs when we crossover khskdjh also...pet the Reddo!

Eee yay now it’s @snuffydoo Fawful and his AU title I totally made up on the spot! I know you don’t really have a name for that kind of thing and it doesn’t have to be canon but I hope you think it’s cute anyways haha! I had a lot of fun drawing this one!! It’s so stylized! AND IT HAS DIMMY (I enjoy your Dimmy artstyle sm) but I don’t draw Spamton very often kjhskgh

Here’s @federthenotsogreat Fawful AU of sunshine goodness~! HE RETURNITH (and since I couldn’t think of another character to feature with your AU...not knowing if Cackletta is there or not jhgskg I gave him a cute little swirly sun!) I admire the fact his outfit is mostly YELLOW and also blue those are cool colors OH AND THAT LEG TOO, also super cool :)

The smol and cute @omgtheywereroomates Fawf! Your ask blog is so neat! I know I don’t ask too many questions there but I just,,,the cartoony fluffy hair?? Love that, and also thank you for your support and the super cool ship as well ^^ 

Heheee yeah hey it’s @cammiluna Fawful from Immortal Fool! Before you say anything YES I’m aware he’s got the new design since it’s near the end of the comic, you released the page that featured said new design while I was already working on this drawing xD So whoops! I just wanted to give appreciation to your comic series that you continued despite everything, and well...I know I haven’t shown much progress on it, I also want to make a comic series...so you’ve inspired me a lil :D

Deep down here there’s a little AU by @aliencatwafers which features Fawful in the sewers! With the little baby bros!! You’re a very insightful and inspiring writer with plenty of neat headcanons and ideas for the bean! Ik you mostly draw in pencil but I took the colors from your submissions to Fawful month this year and used em here! Hope it looks cool!

This little gremlin here with the two moms is Fawful from @bean-n-shroob ask blog! He looks very silly and unhinged (in a good way) and I hope he’s having a good time since after BIS! I love how round your designs are and Fawf is no exception :D

Last but not least is this VERY soft Fawful from @localdealmaker​ and their AU, whose title I made up too (again doesn’t need to be canon or anything if you don’t want it to be, I just wanted to give every drawing a cute name ^^) I think yours was the most complicated to draw for me but I love how he looks, so squish!! Kaboo is cute too!

WHEW THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING KSJHKGH but yeah I hope you guys have enjoyed this...I might make another part someday full of more Fawful designs from friends but I AM A LITTLE BURNT OUT...doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun tho!

#Marbars2023 #Fawful #AU #oc x canon #Superstar Saga #partners in time #bowsers inside story #dimentio #spamton #cackletta #baby mario #baby luigi #Naspi #Reddo #Kaboo #so many Fawfs!

[luna-rainbow]

CATWS and the theme of "trust"

I got about halfway through rewatching CATWS again and I keep seeing all the lines they've buried as foreshadowing for Zola's reveal and I just can't see it all as unintentional (even if they've tried now for 8 years to wind it all back).

One of Steve's major internal conflicts in CATWS is "trust". Right at the start, he makes a few humorous jabs at Sam, but as soon as he feels Sam starts to pry, Steve backs away.

Sam: Must have freaked you out, coming home after the whole defrosting thing. Steve: It takes some getting used to. It's good to see you, Sam.

It's not just the line that shuts the conversation down, Steve's entire body language closes off and he turns away from Sam. Sam, being the amazing guy he is, manages to draw Steve back by sharing his own personal experience of war. Steve then opens up because he recognises that Sam approached him as a fellow traumatised human being, and not for "Captain America", and not for any ulterior motive.

Natasha then whisks Steve away, and we enter the world of subterfuge that is SHIELD. Immediately during the Lemurian Star sequence we establish that Steve dislikes ulterior motives, double-crossing and people withholding information from him.

He and Fury then argue over Project Insight. There are other important themes there about freedom of choice ("this isn't freedom, this is fear"), innocence until proven guilty ("I thought punishment usually came after the crime"), and American imperialism ("holding a gun to everyone on Earth and calling it protection") which I won't go into here. They finish their conversation this way:

Fury: SHIELD takes the world as it is, not as we like it to be. And it's getting damn near past time for you to get with that program, Cap. Steve: Don't hold your breath.

What happens next is an important story moment, both emotionally for Steve and thematically for the overarching narrative. Steve makes three visits - I've said before how these represent his past (the mural of Bucky, the things he's lost), his present (Peggy, wizened and weary, secluded from society), and his future (Sam, youthful and energetic, moving past his trauma). But there's also something else key to these moments, and it is trust.

These are the three people Steve thinks he can trust in his life at that moment in time. He knows he can't trust Nat and Fury (they even told him this). He goes first to find Bucky, because that's his childhood friend and brother-in-arms, but of course Bucky can't give him any answers. He then goes to find Peggy, and it is this very brief conversation with Peggy that has all the foreshadowing for the big reveal.

Peggy: You saved the world, we rather mucked it up. Steve: You didn't. (*CEvans gave emphasis on the "you"). Knowing you helped found SHIELD is half the reason I stay. Peggy: The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best we can do is to start over.

I'm just going to address the last line first. That line is often given as a mark of Peggy's words giving Steve's character direction. But on my most recent rewatch, I noticed this line.

Pierce: Despite all the diplomacy and the handshaking and the rhetoric, to build a really better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down.

Those lines, repeated only two assassination attempts 20 minutes apart, draw a disturbing parallel between Pierce/SHIELD-ra's intention with Project Insight, and Peggy's advice to Steve about what should happen next. Was it accidental? Or in the hands of a good writer, foreshadowing?

Going back to the first part of the exchange. Steve's emphasis on him staying in SHIELD because Peggy had found it...

Is it any accident that upon walking into the abandoned SHIELD facility, he first lays eyes on Peggy's picture - and is tensely silent when Nat asks him who the girl is - then less than 10 paces from her picture is the entrance to the hidden lift?

This was supposed to be a moment of betrayal. Steve is not stupid. Neither, supposedly, is Peggy.

Immediately upon seeing Bucky, Steve mused that "whatever (Zola) did helped him survive the fall". He already put two and two together.

The significance of what Zola said about Hydra growing inside SHIELD, and Bucky fighting for SHIELDra would not have been lost on Steve. Even without Bucky explaining the conditions of his imprisonment, it was easy enough to infer that Zola had recaptured Bucky and used him for Hydra's ends.

Now, going back to the theme of trust. Consistently, throughout this movie, Steve reacts badly when he finds out people have lied or withheld information from him. He's sarcastic when he finds out the Lemurian Star "isn't off course, it's trespassing". He is furious upon finding out Nat has been given a separate assignment that he didn't know about. He confronts Fury about it, and doesn't stop snarking at Fury about his "compartmentalisation" even in the end. And for Sharon Carter, who lied to him about being a nurse? His only acknowledgement of her greeting him is a terse "neighbour".

Do we really think he hasn't...at least questioned why a woman he has regularly visited over the last 2 years, who he trusted enough to go to for life advice (he literally gave a monologue to her about feeling lost, which is the most emotionally vulnerable we've ever seen Steve be aside from the post-funeral "end of the line" scene) has compartmentalised this vital piece of information about Zola? If not also about Hydra and Bucky?

At the end of the movie, Steve learns to trust again: it is in Sam, who had treated him like a fellow veteran, and who was open and truthful in all of their conversations; it is in Bucky, who had been steadfast and loyal in his friendship, and who saves his life upon hearing their childhood promise; and it is in Nat, who gradually sheds all her pretences through the movie and show him what she believes in.

But the organisation that he had once stayed in because Peggy had built it? Steve insisted on tearing it down even when Fury suggested to salvage it. CATWS was a story that built Peggy up to be a villain...then the MCU changed its mind and reneged on a Captain America 3.

#anti peggy carter #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #catws #meta

[lymtw]

hehe thank u for answering my last ask, so now i wanna know how toji fell inlove with reader in the first place. since he’d probably feel like they were the same as all the other women he’s been with and stuff- like reader would initially just be like every woman who cared about him because of the walls he puts up, so i wonder how persistent reader had to be that toji didn’t get annoyed or scared enough to leave.

Maybe patience over persistence? I don’t know if he’d get bored though, especially if it’s early into their relationship he could just end up running off.

**(As a side note I like to think that when he does fully and wholly allow himself to fall inlove with reader though, they’d help him continue healing and he’d eventually calm down again like he did with megumama because he only started killing sorcerers after his solace was gone, and he still had issues with himself. Reader kinda helps pick pieces back up for him so he could continue his healing journey.)

Part one and part three to this ask

I think it's the fact that reader isn't expecting Toji to just use his body on her. She doesn't want him for just that. Toji has been with women who pretend to care, and each was the same as the last, asking him why he's so serious and if there's anything they can do to make him feel better. Anything implies sex from what he's experienced. They try to make him feel better by offering their bodies to him, and he always ends up taking the offers because even if it won't fix him, sex is sex. It feels good.

When he meets reader, she's a flirt. She's not dumb about it either. She can hold her own against Toji in a battle of sharpened tongues. Truth be told, she did sleep with him when she first met him, hence Toji strongly believing at first that she was just another disposable woman he had encountered. After sleeping with Toji, reader didn't fall asleep like the other women Toji's encountered, meaning he had to talk more in order to leave her home. She stared up at the ceiling, focused on it like it had come to life in the past five minutes that she spent just laying there. She didn't force him to stay, she didn't get clingy. She offered him an out, saying, "Oh, um... you don't have to stay. I'm probably just gonna take a quick shower and go to sleep right after." Instead of having to leave before reader woke up, he left that same night, with an 'okay' from her.

Like I mentioned in the last ask, Toji constantly saw reader after their one night stand. He was at a bar, she was at the same bar, chopping it up with some guy who obviously wanted to get in her pants. He went to a grocery store, she walked out of that same store with a cart full of groceries. I think seeing that she could afford that much really had an impact on his decision to start chatting her up again. She started feeling like she was being watched in certain places. It was kind of eery until she developed the same experience as Toji. She started seeing him everywhere, and when she crossed paths with him, she would wave politely, because there was no need to make things uncomfortable where there was no harm done. She knew it was a one night stand when she got into bed with Toji, so she wasn't gonna hold any malice or grudges towards him if she ever saw him again.

Toji took initiative and tried to kindle something between reader and him after realizing how bizarre it was seeing her so often, but not being in contact. He asked her the usual "how've you been since the last time we were together?" and "are you seeing anyone or have you just been playing the field?" This gave Toji a good amount of insight to reader's life, and would determine his chances of getting together with her. He ended up getting her phone number, and to hold her interest, he actually used it.

Toji didn't stop sleeping around until reader started questioning him and his reason for putting himself in her life again. She wasn't about to have her time wasted on something that wouldn't last because of trust issues. This pushed Toji to make things official. He buttered her up and told her that he was only into her, and for a while she struggled to believe him.

The start of a new relationship comes with learning about each others boundaries. Toji stepped right over reader's. He would stop by her place without letting her know ahead of time, he would raid reader's fridge like he lived with her, and then some.

At some point Toji informed her about his living space issues. That he didn't have a place to stay for the duration of his time in the area and that he couldn't afford to keep paying for inns every night. Reader saw this as an opportunity to strengthen her relationship with Toji, and opened her home to him. Toji moved in, promising that it would only be a few weeks, but then he got comfortable. He had a warm place to come home to every night. Reader cooked homemade meals every other day. He didn't have to go to laundromats anymore because there was a washing machine and dryer area just a couple steps away from the kitchen. He used to sleep on the couch to keep the modesty, but reader asked him to start sleeping next to her to make her feel more secure. That made him feel good.

In all this comfort, Toji realized that it's never been this way for him before. Yes, he had convinced women to let him crash at their place before, a maximum of a couple days, but they wouldn't mind him. They would leave without telling him where they were going, they would go out almost every night, leaving Toji with the unsettling feeling of being alone in an unfamiliar place.

Reader lasted longer than any one of those women did. She ignored the fact that Toji had stayed longer than a few weeks without warning, she didn't care that her laundry detergent was going a lot quicker than before, she didn't mind having to make the double the amount of food for dinner, and she never asked for compensation. For any of it. Toji never ate alone, reader sat next to him at the dinner table every time and they would discuss how their days went. She wouldn't limit how much he could eat, even if it meant she would have no leftovers and would have to make dinner again the next day.

In a way, reader was lifting the world off his shoulders. He felt cherished to the word's greatest extent. He stopped going out to bet on horse races so often. He wasn't ready to drop the weapons, yet, but he was trying. He started asking reader questions about herself, digging deeper into the backstory of the woman who was practically nurturing him, gaining a superficial understanding of all her habits and her methods.

Toji developing his love for reader stemmed from his concern for how she could let all of his negative attribute slide. There were some really difficult traits to him, such as his lack of censoring himself in situations that called for it, his innability to communicate properly, his rashness, his lack of patience— the list went on. This clearly wasn't enough to scare reader away, because she was stable and patient enough for both of them. One of the most trying things was when Toji used to walk away mid conversation. Reader constantly expressed how it wasn't okay, how things couldn't be solved if they weren't talked about. It was hard for him to stay when you were revealing so many of his truths to him. He didn't want to hear it, so you spoke to him in words that were easier to bear, successfully shedding light on things he needed to improve.

Toji went from using reader's body for his sole pleasure to exploring the things that made her feel good too. He quickly learned her body, testing the reactions she had to his touch in different areas, and used what he learned to enhance her pleasure the next time, and then he would learn more and use that information for the time after that. He learned to respect reader's body, leaning into worshipping it at times. He stopped being so rough all the time, sometimes opting for appreciating how soft and fragile she really was. He spent more time kissing reader, rather than just immediately turning her into a rag doll. Nights became more intimate because of it.

Like I mentioned in the last ask, Toji finally opens up to reader after a night of intimacy. She's had questions about his backstory since she first laid eyes on him, but when she first met him he seemed guarded and he turned out to be incredibly guarded. Toji was obviously hesitant to talk about his past. He hadn't stuck around many women for long enough to reveal his upbringing and the events that led him to where he was. Reader pushed and pushed though, wanting to know more about this man who crashed into her life. Toji laughed and told her that it wasn't anything special, and questioned why she was so hellbent on knowing. This was hard for reader to understand. It was like a knife to the heart, because it felt like he still didn't completely trust her after all this time. It took a toll on her mood, and seeing as though he wasn't planning on saying more about it, she turned away.

Up until then, Toji had never seen reader become a shadow. There was no light where there was endless sunshine before. It was a devastating sight, considering everything she had been through with him. She stayed during times where anyone else would have bolted, so yes, seeing reader's back turned to him was devastating. Enough for him to want to make it stop.

He cracks and tells reader more about himself, and reader has an emotional breakdown after hearing a summarized version of his tragic past. She learned to control her emotions after that. If she was going to get more out of him, she could not keep breaking down in front of him like that. It would make her seem like she couldn't handle hearing him talk about his feelings. Of course he would call her a crybaby and comfort her whenever her emotions were overwhelming, but that was definitely a step closer to full honest conversations with Toji. He loved that reader felt so strongly that she was brought to tears about experiences that didn't happen to her. It was endearing and it felt good to have someone sympathize with him for the first time in too long.

Like you mentioned in the ask, reader becomes his solace. She becomes a rarity, someone he honestly and wholeheartedly loves. He does things for her without thinking twice. He drops his weapons, eventually, but if push came to shove, he would not hesitate to bloody his hands anew over someone who threatens to or puts reader in a situation where she would be unsafe.

(I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is incredibly long. I love this man with all of my heart. I hope this was enough.)

#❁ mal can talk ❁

[invisibleraven]

"Not sure if the banner was already obvious enough, but I would like to ask you to be my date." for Willie/anyone, because chaos

Willie could credit himself at being pretty good when it came to reading people. Case in point, when the end of the school year grew closer and closer, and Alex started getting grumpy and fidgety, Willie knew something was up.

More than this is exam jitters-because Alex's school related anxieties just had him pop an extra Ativan by now. Not a worry about the future, as the band was signed for a three album deal, and were set to do a mini California tour come the summer before they did their first album.

No, his mood took a definite change when the posters for the prom started popping up.

Willie had no real wish to go to prom. Sure, he liked dances just as much as the next gay guy, and with Alex as his boyfriend, they could cut a rug with the best of them. But it was such a stupid, heteronormative tradition, and Willie was definitely counter culture. Sure, the school was 100% okay with queer couples going-heck they were even letting Julie bring both her boyfriends as her dates, which made Reggie beam with giddy joy, and even though Luke rolled his eyes, Willie knew he was super excited as well.

But he wasn't sure how Alex felt. So he poked at Reggie for some insight.

"Dude, what do you mean?" Reggie asked. "Alex has been dreaming about dancing at his prom with his boyfriend since he first saw Pretty In Pink. And The Prom. And the third High School Musical movie, even though he bitched about them making the choreographer character straight."

"That was super stupid," Willie admitted. "So you think he want me to ask him?" Reggie shot him a look at that. "Okay, stupid question. You don't think he wants some big promposal right?"

"Have you met Alex?" Reggie asked. "No, he'd die. But maybe... make an effort and do something special, just for you."

That Willie could do. Sure, prom was stupid, dumb, and lame. But Willie could do a night of stupid, dumb, and lame for Alex. Especially to fulfill a dream he thought he'd never get. His parents had crushed so many of Alex's hopes, so the last Willie could do was give him a magical night he had been told over and over again he never would.

But how to ask?

Well, amongst Willie's numerous talents, he was pretty decent at art. So grabbing a ton of paper, his beloved spray cans, and an unoccupied Molina family garage (thanks to Julie clearing it out once she heard his plan) he got to work.

It was a couple hours later that Alex showed up. "Okay, I'm here, Reggie said I had to come out here because you needed me. Even though we both agreed to no make outs in the studio after last time."

Willie snickered as he greeted Alex at the door. "I know hot dog. Just-look."

Alex looked up and saw a bright pink banner there, covered in glitter and in Willie's messy cursive and blocks of rainbow colour, was one word; Prom?

Alex turned to Willie who gave him a mega-watt smile. "Not sure if the banner was already obvious enough, but I would like to ask you to be my date."

"But you hate stuff like prom!" Alex said.

Willie shrugged. "But you love it, and Reggie told me you've been dreaming of prom since you saw Pretty in Pink."

"Fucking Reginald," Alex grumbled.

Willie guided Alex's face to his. "Hey, no. He was being a good bro, and wanted to make sure your dream came true. So what do you say? You wanna go to prom with me?"

"No."

"No?" Willie asked, confused and a little heartbroken.

"No," Alex repeated, shaking his head. "You'd be miserable the whole time, and then I wouldn't have fun. So I'd rather stay in, watch movies. We can put on some music and dance around the living room at your house, have our own prom."

"But your dreams..."

"You're more important," Alex replied with a shrug.

"That's why I asked you!" Willie said, laughing. "Because you getting this one thing you never thought you'd get was more important to me than me hating this shit!"

They both started laughing at that, collapsing onto the couch, holding one another. Finally, wiping their eyes, Willie looked at Alex. "I kind of want to go now, just to prove you wrong, that I'd have fun."

"Really?" Alex asked.

"Just for like, a few dances, sure," Willie relented. "Unless you'd rather stay in."

"Uh uh, you said we're going, no backsies," Alex replied, kissing his nose.

"Figures," Willie said, but he was smiling. Sure, prom was never going to rank high on his list of activities he was looking forward to-but Alex's smile made it all worth it.

Plus, Willie admitted on prom night, as they swayed across the floor, Alex looked damn good in his pink tux.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

[lesbiankakyoin]

i feel that online neurodivergent circles dont talk nearly enough about the experience of being people's charity project. i call it that for lack of a better term - it happens a lot including with other disabled people, and it's that thing where NT/able-bodied people around you hang out with you out of pity, or a sense of self-importance ("look how kind-hearted i am, hanging out with someone who has a disability/is seen as a weirdo by most people!")

as an autistic person who wasn't even *called* autistic for a good few years (my parents insisted on the term aspie and not autistic, and i had a bit of a late diagnosis), i had this happen to me all the time in middle school. and these pity-fueled relationships never lasted. they're not born from friendship, they're born from a need to be charitable. "that weird kid will be happy and i'll be looked favourably at for being so brave to hang out with them! win-win!"

since nothing ever lasted for me i started, naturally, to think i was the problem. i was 12, people told me i was weird and annoying before walking out on me, i thought i was fated to be alone. (for an example, once i missed a social cue pretty badly, and it weirded one of those charitable NT girls out so much she sent me a twitter message telling me to stop hanging out, apologised, and blocked me, planning to give me no closure before i went and asked what the hell happened)

it brought me a great deal of other problems but i'm already being too oversharey. the point is: because i was stuck in this cycle of NT kid pities me cuz i'm alone -> starts to hang out with me -> realises i'm a handful -> leaves, i was thinking woah. i kinda suck, right?

but of course i didn't suck! i found that out in high school - i found an actual friend group that took me in and invited me to parties. i remember once in 11th grade, at one of these parties, i asked the "leader" of that group, of sorts, why the hell i was still kept around. like, everyone had walked out on me before, what's the deal? haven't you gotten all your brownie points from hanging out with the autist? ain't you tired of how weird i am yet?

i got a simple answer.

"i keep you around because i like you, that's it."

that was a first for me!

looking back i realise i never was invited to any parties by the people who pitied me. i wasn't *that* kind of friend. maybe i wasn't even a friend. but these guys that took me in, they actually hung out with me! we went to parties, we bought trinkets at the mall, they sent me best wishes in my graduation, the mom of one of them gave me a recipe for her gingerbread cake because i'd loved it so much! i still talk to a good amount of them even though most of us are in college now, and the closest two attended my 20th birthday party :-)

i dunno what the bottom line is here, honestly, and this whole thing has been sitting in my drafts for a while. maybe i thought it was too personal. it is, but maybe i thought i'd give some insight to whatever NT people that access this blog (i do not expect there to be many, but hi) into what building a strong relationship with ND or otherwise disabled people entails. we don't want your pity. we've gotten enough of that for a lifetime, and it's dehumanising to a point we become little toys for people who know they can just stop hanging out if we're too off-putting.

when you treat someone like a person, they're happy... who knew?

#hiero.txt #tw ableism #actuallyautistic #personal post

[bridgertonbabe]

give the people more on alex and eliza pls im so obsessed with them

I'll give a bit more insight into their story in the Harry Potter AU.

Lizzie had spent the first few years of Hogwarts falling more and more in love with Alex, but by the end of her fourth year she had grown tired of the heartache and jealousy she constantly kept suffering from with every single person Alex chose to kiss and date right where she could see them. Sick up and fed with her crush never seeing her in the way she wanted him to, she decided enough was enough and that she had to get over him.

Once she was back home for the summer holidays she bumped into a muggle boy, Tyler, who lived in her neighbourhood and who she had always found cute. They had hung out on a few occasions previously and when she had last been home for the holidays she got the sense he might have been trying to flirt with her, though she hadn't paid it that much attention as she was still pinning all of her hopes on Alexander Bridgerton maybe one day liking her back. Just before they parted ways, Tyler surprised her by asking her if she wanted to go on a date with him, and Lizzie happily agreed. Right from the first date Tyler made her feel good about herself as she got to experience for the first time what it felt like to be around someone who really liked her and wanted her romantically. Their first date ended with a kiss and from that day on they spent the duration of the holidays with one another, wanting to savour their time together for as long as they could before Lizzie had to return to her boarding school in September.

Meanwhile at My Cottage, Alex noticed the absence of his younger brother's best friend seeing as Lizzie had spent previous summers visiting their home whenever she pleased. He didn't say anything at first, thinking perhaps she had gone away with her family for awhile or even wondering whether she and William had fallen out. It wasn't until over halfway through the summer holidays that Lizzie's name got mentioned as the family were having dinner.

"How was Eliza today?" Sophie asked William and immediately Alex whipped his head up from his plate at the mention of her name.

"Yeah she's well." William answered with a mouth full of lasagne.

"I didn't know you guys met up." Alex remarked (had William mentioned it to him prior he would have tagged along just to see her face again since this summer had been the longest time he had gone without seeing her since she had started at Hogwarts).

"Yeah she finally had some time for me what with Tyler visiting his grandparents."

"Who's Tyler?" Violet puzzled.

"Her boyfriend."

Alex had picked the exact wrong moment to take a sip of his drink as he ended up choking on it in reaction to the mention of Lizzie having a boyfriend. He just about managed to cough up the remainder of his drink back into his glass as Charlie unhelpfully whacked him on the back a couple of times.

"A boyfriend!" Violet gasped with awed interest. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend! What house is he in?"

"Oh he's not at school with us. He's a muggle."

"A muggle?!" Alex spluttered after putting down his glass. "She's dating a muggle?! Why in Merlin's name would she date a muggle?!"

In response to his incredulity the table fell quiet as all his family turned to him with surprised expressions and a couple pairs of narrowed eyes.

"Huh. I never had you down for being an anti-muggle, brother." Charlie said.

"And might I remind you you're one quarter muggle." his dad added with a warning intoned in his voice.

"No, that's not... that's not what I meant." Alex shook his head, looking desperately from first his father to his eldest brother and lastly to his mother, hoping she understood that he didn't mean to insinuate anything negative about muggles.

Fortunately for Alex, his mother took compassion on him and gave his arm a reassuring rub. "Are you just surprised she's dating a muggle because you're not personally familiar with anyone else dating outside of the wizarding world?" she kindly suggested.

"Yeah." he swallowed. "Yeah that's it, I swear. " he insisted to the rest of the table, who all decided to give him the benefit of the doubt before continuing with their meal.

As surprising as it was to hear Lizzie was dating a muggle, the thought of her dating at all rattled Alex badly to the point he kept tossing and turning in bed at night as his mind kept projecting the image of Lizzie kissing a faceless entity. He tried badgering William for more information about Tyler, but his brother had never met the guy so there wasn't much he could say about him other than the glowing review Lizzie had given him when they had met up the other day. The best he could gather about Tyler was that he lived in Lizzie's neighbourhood, they had been somewhat friendly prior to dating, he was a year older than her, and he made her giggly and girly (much to William's immature disgust). Though he should have been happy for her or even disinterested like William was, Alex couldn't help but be bothered that Lizzie had a boyfriend. She had never dated at Hogwarts and to Alex's knowledge she had never so much as had a crush on anyone so the sudden turnabout of her having a boyfriend had stunned him completely.

It wasn't that Alex thought it strange for Lizzie to have a boyfriend; on the contrary it made perfect sense for a girl like her to have garnered romantic interest. She was sweet and considerate, modest and humble, artistically talented and passionate, hard-working and helpful, sincere and down to earth, incredibly pretty with perfectly kissable lips-

And suddenly Alex jolted in his seat as he reflected on what had just crossed his mind, as well as taking further note on how emphatically his heart was now beating from focusing all of his thoughts on Lizzie. It instantly became obvious to him why Lizzie dating someone else was vexing him so much; he liked her. He liked her more than he had previously ever thought and the reason he was annoyed by someone else dating her was because he had come to the crystalising realisation that he wanted to be the person dating her. He could have kicked himself for only just figuring out just how much he liked her now that someone else had beaten him to dating her, and he let out a pained groan and buried his head in his hands as he realised that so long as she was happily dating Tyler he'd never stand a chance of getting to be with her.

#asks #harry potter au #alexander bridgerton #alexander x eliza #benophie babies

[littlequeenies]

Helena Harland, who runs World of Demri instagram account, has a blog at substack where she is publishing interviews she does to people who knew Demri. I asked for permission to share this entry about Demri's activism in here and she kindly allowed.

From her substack blog:

"Demri possessed a radical nature alongside immense charisma. She was a nudist, openly bisexual, modeled for several adult magazines like Penthouse and Hustler, and was unabashedly sexually liberated at a time where it was seen as taboo. She did not view other people with a critical eye, but rather embraced those who most would find “off-center”. Demri’s late mother Kathleen recalled a memory of driving 20 year-old Demri home one day when she suddenly started shouting “Mom, stop! Stop!” Kathleen stopped the car and Demri jumped out to her friend who had green skin, pointed ears, and pointed elf shoes. Demri said, “This is my friend, he’s an elf. Can we give him a ride?” Kathleen, who likely passed on to Demri her attribute of non-judgment and acceptance, gave the elf a ride as he and Demri squeaked and chirped at each other in their own elf language.

Demri’s uniqueness has always intrigued me, and I often wonder what her moral and political beliefs were, as well as what she would think of today’s political issues. The 90s were marked with many social justice issues like LGBT rights— specifically the AIDS crisis. I asked Amber Ferrano, a close friend of Demri’s what she thought about the AIDS epidemic at the time, and it can be beautifully summed up by this memory:

“Demri was bi. She loved everyone and judged no one. We went to shows in gay clubs and they were awesome. I loved that they handed out free condoms even for our crowd. AIDS was horrible at the time. I remember a few times when guys in full drag (with gloves on, mind you) put their hand out to shake and pulled back saying they had AIDS, but Demri went in for a kiss and a hug. People would make negative comments saying she had AIDS or hepatitis from drugs. She didn't understand why people were so mean. If she were here today she'd be on the frontline along with Layne.”

Demri was also visited in the hospital by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, a subversive LGBT activism group that satirized traditional standards and gender roles by combining drag and religious imagery to their street performances. Kathleen said that they adored Demri, and the nurses would gawk at them on their way in.

To seek some more insight on Demri’s activism history, I reached out to Vivian McPeak, the founder of the Seattle activism group called the Peace Heathens, of which Demri was a member. The Peace Heathens were known for their annual Seattle Hempfests, and many Alice in Chains fans have likely seen this video of Layne Staley making an appearance at one in 1994. It is one of the few videos we have of Layne during that year, taken shortly after the release of Jar of Flies.

H: myself, V: Vivian

H: I was wondering what the core beliefs of the Peace Heathens are and how the organization  was conceived?

V: In 1988 I had this idea to start a street-level volunteer group composed of alternative culture folks to do good things in the name of the alt-culture, community service projects and benefit shows for righteous causes that got little support from the mainstream. I called it the Seattle Peace Heathens. I created this manifesto, and Yossarrian “Rex” Kelley did a logo graphic I put at the top of it. I plastered the paper fliers all over The Ave, at places like the Allegro Cafe, Espresso Roma, and The Last Exit. I started getting lots of calls from people excited about my crazy vision quest, wanting to learn more and get involved. We started having meetings in people’s homes that eventually got too large, and we moved them to Ravenna Park, where we turned them into potluck feeds that started attracting a homeless contingent. 

Meetings started attracting as many as 70 people, mostly music culture and street culture folks - hippies, punk rockers, and an eclectic mix of just progressive, activism-type people. The thing that struck me most, though, is I would be approached by some very neat and clean folks who came on really strong, talking about how resourceful they were and how they were going to contribute all these things. I became very excited about these folks and what they might bring to the group. Then there was an entirely different contingent of absolute street people. These folks were often disheveled, unkempt; they might even have a distinct odor about them. At first, I was not sure what to think about these people, and I placed much of my focus on the other group of folks who seemed to have their shit really together.

The core values of the Seattle Peace Heathens were a commitment to service to society and others through volunteerism, basic counter-culture values of peace and love, Left politics such as social and environmental justice, and a commitment to the power of change through art (visual and music).

H: -It was said that Demri Parrott was a member of the Peace Heathens, do you have memories of her attending meetings or the Hempfests?

V: [I was closer with Layne, so I’ll tell the story of us meeting first.] I was at a hard rock club called the Prime Rib Palace in Totem Lakes, Washington and I struck up a conversation with a blonde dude with long hair and silver pants. We hit it off. He learned I was fresh from Hollywood and wanted to know all about the club scene there. He said his name was Layne, and he had a band called Sleze that was being renamed Alice in Chains. He gave me his number. He was the first person I developed a friendship after I moved to Washington State. A few years later, he invited me to his apartment in a big old brick complex above Eastlake. I met his lady Demri, a petite girl with a beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. I didn't know where to buy weed, and they told me I could get my weed from them. I am not really sure if they were dealing weed or if they were just helping me out, but they always had an eighth when I needed to buy one.

Around 1988 Layne had developed a heroin problem, and I had a cocaine one. I would pick Layne up and drive us to TUNA (Tuesday Night N.A.) at the Rendezvous on 2nd in Belltown, where a guy named Will ran the Narcotics Anonymous meetings. It was pretty much the rocker NA for the area. Unlike his rock persona, Layne was a quiet, almost shy person. He was sensitive and kind,in my experience. It was stunning watching the band climb to rock stardom. I loved their music and was impressed with the strength and power of his voice.

Demri was a bubbly, outgoing person. She volunteered for the Peace Heathens and helped at several of the benefit shows we produced at the famed OK Hotel, one of the only venues with all-age shows. She helped put up posters promoting the shows around town, and at the shows, she worked the merch table and helped us load gear in and out, even though she was a very diminutive person. She was sweet and kind and fearless. She resonated with the Peace Heathens's core belief that all of the various cultural sub-genres of the music/youth/alt-culture (punk, metal, hippie, Reggae, etc.) shared a common spirit and was essentially responding to the same mainstream desire for conformity and control. She believed in the benevolent act of helping others, which was central to the Peace Heathen identity.

I hope this provided some insight on the free spirited nature of Demri, and the ways in which she provided to her community and led with love and compassion. Big thanks to Vivian for taking the time to speak with me and tell me of all his cool stories, and to MemoriesOfDemri on instagram who pointed out the Peace Heathens sticker on Demri’s suitcase as well as provided the information regarding the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Thank you for reading!

-Helena"

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Thank you very much Helena for allowing us to share this story here!! Go and follow her on instagram or subscibe to her blog!

#Demri Parrott #Demri activist #Seattle Peace Heathens #Sisters of perpetual indulgence #Vivian McPeak #peace heathens #layne staley #1980s demri #model #artist #stylist #aspiring actress #1990s demri #muse #demri lara parrott #demri parrott murphy #Seattle Peace Heathens Community Action Group #World of Demri #instagram #blog #substack #links #follow #like #join #subscribe #memories #quotes #activist #Seattle Hempfest

[lfghughes]

Can you write something with Nico or Miles where they are dating the reader who is a therapist and all the guys like to talk to her about their problems and one day her boyfriend tells the guys something like “you know she’s not your therapist right?”. Sorry if it's too specific

a/n: my one last post with miles as a devils :/

When you had gone to school and did everything you need to become a licensed therapist you had pictured exactly what your future looked like. What you didn’t picture was that your boyfriends teammates would all end up coming to you for free therapy basically. Not that you necessarily minded, you liked helping people and you had professional insight on it. But they should definitely see someone who wasn’t you.

Yet you still sat there every time with them and you listened, giving advice when asked.Miles though slowly started realizing what was going on and he kept mentioning to you that you needed to just tell the boys no. No wasn’t exactly in your vocabulary which was a problem. Today you had gone to practice with Nico and it had started off as a normal practice. Until the boys started coming up to you, giving you insight on all the problems they were having.

You were in the middle of talking to John when Miles let out a cough, interrupting everyone around. “Alright, boys. Gather around. John you too.” He gave John a look telling him that he wasn’t going to accept any excuses and John knew it too because he got up and went to where all the boys were standing. “Okay, my girlfriend is not the team therapist. She’s here to watch me practice and you boys are getting distracted by her.”

All the boys looked shocked at his words but then they must have realized that Miles had a point with what he was saying. “She’s just really good at advice.” John admitted, scratching the back of his head. This time it was your turn to speak up “And I don’t mind talking to all of you guys as a friend of course but I really just want to watch Miles sometimes especially on my day off.” You winced because again you hated telling people no and all the boys nodded their head.

“We’re all on the same page then?” Miles asked and again they all nodded except for John who held his hand up as if he had a question. “Yes?” Miles asked and John cleared his throat. “Can we finish what we were talking about though? Because it is kind of important and I already told you half of it anyways.” A laugh left your lips at his words and you waved him on over. “Alright, I’ll make an exception for you today but after today I’m charging you.”

#miles wood fic #miles wood imagine #miles wood x reader #miles wood

[ladystoneboobs]

we in fandom like to make jokes about jon snow needing to smile, being an emo boy, serious like stannis or melancholy like rhaegar. i know i've been guilty of that myself, at times. but on re-read these unsmiling accusations just don't hold up.

"There," Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling. [jon finding puppy ghost] -Bran I, aGoT

Jon grinned and reached under the table to ruffle the shaggy white fur. [petting ghost under the table] -Jon I, aGoT

Jon smiled. [after benjen asked how much wine he'd drunk at the feast] -Jon I, aGoT

He smiled. "Come here, then." [when arya comes to see the boys fight] -Arya I, aGoT

Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. [watching bran and tommen sparring] -Arya I, aGoT

He gave her a half smile. [after arya asked why he wasn't down with the other guys] -Arya I, aGoT

Jon chuckled. "Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms." [after pointing out joffrey's lion-stag coat of arms] -Arya I, aGoT

Jon forced himself to smile back. [saying goodbye to robb] -Jon II, aGoT

Arya gave him a whap on the arm with the flat of her blade. The blow stung, but Jon found himself grinning like an idiot. "I know which end to use," Arya said. [after telling her "stick them with the pointy end"] -Jon II, aGoT

Arya ran to him for a last hug. "Put down the sword first," Jon warned her, laughing. -Jon II, aGoT

Jon Snow stroked Ghost's thick white fur, smiling now. [after ghost knocked tyrion to the ground] -Tyrion II, aGoT

"It was the grumkins," Tyrion told him, laughing. Jon Snow smiled. [after benjen said he was worried the others got jon when he wandered off] -Tyrion II, aGoT

[....]yet she could always make Jon smile. [jon remembering his bond with arya, and the many smiles she got from him] -Jon III, aGoT

Jon ran down the stairs, a smile on his face and Robb's letter in his hand. [after learning bran woke up from his coma] -Jon III, aGoT

Jon smiled at him. "I'm sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that." [making friends with grenn] -Jon III, aGoT

"No," said Jon, smiling, "but Grenn held his own against Halder this morning, and Pyp is no longer dropping his sword quite so often as he did." [after tyrion asked if ghost had learned to juggle yet] -Tyrion III, aGoT

Jon smiled. [making friends with sam] -Jon IV, aGoT

Jon Snow laughed with him. [laughing with sam as ghost licked his face] -Jon IV, aGoT

Jon smiled. [still with sam, telling him about dareon's singing] [....] They laughed at that together. [laughing with sam some more after telling him about toad's bad singing] -Jon IV, aGoT

"You'll do well at that," Jon said, smiling. [after sam tells him he'll be maester aemon's steward] -Jon VI, aGoT

It was only Jon, covered with flour. "You stupid," she told him, "you scared the baby," but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too. [arya recalling jon and robb's crypt ghost prank] -Arya IV, aGoT

Sam blushed a vivid crimson and tripped over his own tongue as he tried to stammer out a courtesy. Jon had to smile. [after the old bear compliments jon and sam for their insight about the corpses] -Jon VII, aGoT

The guards smiled at him from their niches as he wound his way down the turret stair, carrying the sword in his good hand. "Sweet steel," one man said. "You earned that, Snow," another told him. Jon made himself smile back at them, but his heart was not in it. [after being given longclaw] -Jon VIII, aGoT

The others laughed, and even Jon had to smile. [the boys teasing jon about being rewarded for burning the lc's chambers] -Jon VIII, aGoT

Ghost sniffed at his carved stone likeness and tried a lick. Jon smiled. [introducing longclaw to ghost] -Jon VIII, aGoT

"They'll do." Jon gave Sam a private smile. "We did." [watching satin and the other new recruits] -Jon I, aCoK

"He likes that word," Jon said, smiling. [hearing the old bear's raven call out "king"] -Jon I, aCoK

"Too few roofs for all of us." Jon mounted again, gave Sam a parting smile, and rode off. [meeting with sam outside whitetree village] -Jon II, aCoK

"A bastard," Jon said with a laugh. [as sam gets hung up speaking of craster's birth] -Jon III, aCoK

Jon smiled. "Want them all for yourself, Dywen?" [joking with dywen about craster's wives] -Jon III, aCoK

Jon smiled. "Well, I hear he's been here a long time." [after dolorous edd wonders if the hill is made of craster's shit] -Jon III, aCoK

Jon smiled. "He wants an axe. And wine as well." [after edd complained more about craster] -Jon III, aCoK

[as edd wonders about craster using the axe to murder them] Jon had to laugh. "Craster's one man. We're two hundred. I doubt he'll murder anyone." -Jon III, aCoK

"I remember," said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes . . . [as mance recalls the first time they met at winterfell] -Jon I, aSoS

"What could you do if you did find her?" Jon asked, smiling. "You said she bit your member off." [joking with tormund about his she-bear lover] -Jon II, aSoS

Jon laughed. "You'd freeze me to death." [when ygritte suggested bathing in a frozen river] -Jon II, aSoS

When Jon laughed, she pulled him in too. [when ygritte stumbled into the pool in the cave] -Jon III, aSoS

[thinking about ygritte] I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone. It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they[jon and ygritte] were laughing together, or kissing. -Jon V, aSoS

Despite fever, exhaustion, his leg, the Magnar, the old man, Ygritte, Mance, despite it all, Jon smiled. It was good to be back, good to see Noye with his big belly and pinned-up sleeve, his jaw bristling with black stubble. [returning home to castle black] -Jon VI, aSoS

Jon made himself smile. "The Frostfangs are cold. This is a brisk autumn day." [when satin complained of the cold before battle] -Jon VII, aSoS

"The chariots, the horsemen, all those fools on foot . . . what are they going to do to us up here? Any of you ever see a mammoth climb a wall?" He laughed, and Pyp and Owen and half a dozen more laughed with him. "They're nothing, they're less use than our straw brothers here, they can't reach us, they can't hurt us, and they don't frighten us, do they?" [watching the wildlings from atop the wall] -Jon VIII, aSoS

[.....]Jon laughed, laughed like a drunk or a madman, and his men laughed with him. -Jon VIII, aSoS

Jon made himself smile. [after owen spoke of his dream of rescue by king robert] -Jon IX, aSoS

Smiling, he left them to it and rode down in the cage. [after giving command of the wall to pyp, shocking pyp and grenn] -Jon IX, aSoS

Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here. [as tormund explained that longspear ryk's name was a dick joke] -Jon X, aSoS

He watched the child nurse at Gilly's breast, and then he watched Jon watch. Jon is smiling. A sad smile, still, but definitely a smile of sorts. Sam was glad to see it. It is the first time I've seen him smile since I got back. -Samwell IV, aSoS

Jon Snow had smiled to see him too, but it was a tired smile, like the one he wore now. "You made it back after all," he said. "And brought Gilly out as well. You've done well, Sam." -Samwell IV, aSoS

Perhaps Jon had ridden with the free folk too long; he could not help but laugh. [after stannis offered to give him the "wildling princess" along with winterfell] -Jon XI, aSoS

[remembering his childhood time with robb] Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. -Jon XII, aSoS

That was so absurd Jon had to smile. "By who?" he said, looking for his friends. [learning he's been nominated as lc] -Jon XII, aSoS

Jon laughed, half amazed that he still remembered how. [at sam saying the raven almost made him wet himself] -Jon XII, aSoS

That made Jon laugh. [at sam describing his inability to swat a bug] -Samwell I, aFfC

“So if I can just convince the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to give us their Valyrian blades, all is saved? That won’t be hard.” No harder than asking them to give up their coin and castles. He[Jon] gave a bitter laugh. [after sam told him about the last hero using "dragonsteel"] -Jon II, aDwD

Jon smiled a strange, sad smile. "And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair." [bidding farewell to sam] -Samwell I, aFfC

Needle was Jon Snow's smile. [arya recalling all of jon's smiles] -Arya II, aFfC

Jon had to smile. "It will not come to that." [after edd joked about having to eat the wildlings in winter] -Jon IV, aDwD

Jon smiled. "Some had best not say so in my presence." [preparing to lead their new brothers to swear vows to the old gods beyond the wall, after edd warned him some men would disapprove] -Jon VII, aDwD

[telling emmett of his new command over a garrison of spearwives] The look of mingled horror and delight that passed across Iron Emmett's face was worth more than a sack of gold. "What have I done to make you hate me so, my lord?" Jon laughed. -Jon VII, aDwD

Jon knew he should not smile, but he did. "Only a mustache. Very wispy. You can count the hairs." [talking to val about selyse's facial hair] -Jon XI, aDwD

[dolorous edd complaining again] [...] Jon smiled. -Jon XII, aDwD

Jon had to laugh. "You never change." [after tormund joked about his dick ring] -Jon XII, aDwD

[tormund, as his people crossed through the gate]"You wanted warriors, didn't you? Well, there they are. Every one worth six o' your black crows." Jon had to smile. -Jon XII, aDwD

so that feels like a fair amount of smiles and outright laughter. only a few of them forced smiles, which is still different from a refusal to ever smile. more of them are "he had to smile" as in a smile he could not help, despite the circumstances, a natural instinct to smile, however sad and/or tired. that's not counting any unnoted by his inner monologue, or those pre-agot smiles or laughs not specifically recalled by arya or another starkling, or any asearchoficeandfire may have missed. not to mention all his jokes made without tormund-like grins or laughs but still with more intentional humor than stannis ever had. sure, he was never as smiley as renly or pre-reek theon, and the frequency of his smiles decreases as shit gets worse and worse, but the point is that his seriousness was never that abnormal. just teenage moodiness from someone whose life really was more unfair than his half-brothers, plus natural northern brooding noted in ned and even robb (who was said to only smile with jeyne and her brothers by asos), moreso than him just being a tragic dark-haired version of rhaegar, prince of sadsacks.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #jon snow #asoiaf #jonathan snowflake starkgaryen #long post #so you can't do block quotes with the new text editor huh? #(c)lsb #this seems pedantic but consider it part of the jon is ned and lyanna's son more than rhaegar's agenda #the other takeaway is that he really really likes being around sam #and the visit to craster's keep was a jolly time until he met gilly

[marvelettesassemblenow]

Tati's Flufftober Fourteen - Truth or Dare/20 Questions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: On a mission Bucky brings up 20 Questions to pass the time

Word Count: 780

Warnings:  none

A/N: I'm back from my vacation and this is my seventh entry for @flufftober and it's a lot of dialogue

The gravel made your position uncomfortable – more uncomfortable than it already was as you were laying on the roof. Steve and Natasha were inside the building in front of you getting some intel while you and Bucky were watching from the roof to make sure they got out safely. 

“Lets play a game so I won’t fall asleep,” Bucky’s voice was suddenly in your ear through the coms. 

“I bet our friends can sleep very good at night knowing you gave your everything to look after them,” you replied while you din’t take the eyes of the building. 

A snort was followed by his comment: “As if I would let anything happen to Stevie, but Nat is with him. What about that game Wanda mentioned? 20 Questions?” 

“If you want, shoot,” you agreed. 

“Take out or going to a restaurant?” he didn’t wait to ask. 

“Hm depends on the mood and the company. But I take going to the restaurant. This is actually more like this or that, you need to ask questions like what's your favorite color.” You teased, but he replied immediately with blue. 

“Favorite flower?” 

“Lilys,” you played along, but decided to make it more interesting. “When Redwing went missing last week, did you take him?” 

His laugh was heard with some crackling. “I just put him in the tree. I actually thought that Sam would find him sooner,” he laughed and continued if you like going dancing, 

“No, not really. If you were a girl for a day what would be the first thing you’d do?” There was a movement inside and both you and Bucky waited to check it out. When it turned out to be nothing he replied. 

“Hm, I think I would ask Steve out. Give him a little ego boost that he needs so he would finally ask the girl out he likes, poor guy never knew his worth.” His reply surprised you. 

“This is surprisingly sweet. So you wouldn’t do anything else? Just help Steve? That is surprising.” 

“Is that your next question? Also I didn’t say I wouldn’t do anything else, I just said this would be the first thing. I bet it would be thrilling.” 

“No, no. Not my next question, at least not now. Its your turn.” You pushed yourself up a little but to take your weight of your arm because it started to feel numb. 

“Okay, okay. So no dancing. Would you rather do something quiet or adventurous?” 

“You do have weird questions. This is your time to get to know me and this is what you’re asking?” 

“I already know you. I just need a little bit more insight,” he answered and you could hear his smirk. 

“Quiet then. I think our job is adventurous enough – at least most of the time. What is taking them so long?” you groaned. 

“They have to hide because a guard is walking past them, I have my vision on them,” was the super soldiers reply. 

“So going to the movies or taking a walk after dinner? 

“First of all, this didn’t count as my question, second of all what are you asking?” 

“I’m trying to plan the perfect date for you, isn’t it obvious?” he said and you lifted your gaze from the entrance of the building to take a look at where he’s supposed to sit, but you could only see the dark. 

“It wasn’t?” you said after a while. 

“Just ask your question, Barnes! I’m not going to hide any longer until you could ask your other questions. And she would rather take the walk and watch a movie at home,” Natasha’s voice was suddenly in your ear. 

“You didn’t switch to a private channel?” you asked, not believing what you’ve had heard the last two minutes. 

“Well, would you go on a date with me?” He ignored your previous question. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smiled and suddenly you saw Natashas red hair in your vision. 

"Finally," she sighed and walked out of the building. “We could have wrapped that up 10 minutes ago.” 

“Stay where you are, I’ll pick you up. It’s not too late to start the date now!” Bucky ignored Natasha. 

“What a gentlemen,” Steve murmured. “But there’s a change of clothes in the van, so you don’t have to go in your suit.” 

That surprised you. “Were you all involved?” 

“Let’s just say we were all optimistic. And now go, Nat and I will wrap everything up,” Steve replied and by the time you stood up and had stretched yourself, you looked into a smiling face of Bucky Barnes. 

“You ready?” he asked and held out his hand - which you took. 

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