#2 dudes that knew english just enough

[amsmuch]

I found this picture of James with 8 polish fans that invited Metallica to drink vodka with them after a concert

The picture was taken February 10th to 11th at night, 1987

#metallica #james hetfield #80s james #mop era #amsmuch's thoughts #this is so funny #2 dudes that knew english just enough #went up to them and invited james to drink with them #and they got some herbal vodka #that apparently stasted like motor oil

[irresia]

no bc im losing it

so in english it's "I never knew you were a hugger" which is incredibly painful and all that

and so I went to check out the norwegian dub for shits n giggles and to laugh at the voices and mf sonic says "I KNEW you were a hugger!"

I NEED TO BE SEDATED

edit 1:

edit 2: NEW LANGUAGES!!! IT GETS CUTER FOR EVERY FUCKING DUB

@dykedandelion: sonic in french says "ON A JAMAIS ÉTÉ AUSSI PROCHE" which means "WE'VE NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE"

I checked the swedish dub and sonic says: "TÄNK ATT DU KAN VARA SÅ KRAMIG" which means something like "TO THINK THAT YOU CAN BE SO HUGGABLE"=!"=)!)"!=

@lephalacat courteously gave me a heart attack by giving the korean dub, where sonic says: "너한테 안기는 날이 오다니" which means "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DAY ARRIVED FOR ME TO GET HUGGED BY YOU"

with the combined effort of @wackyunicornart and @dykedandelion they've expertly deduced what sonic says in the dutch dub: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE SUCH A CUDDLER" i need aIR

@shadowthehedgehog swooped in with a delicious spanish one where sonic says: "QUIEN DIRÍA QUE TE GUSTABA ABRAZAR" which is "WHO KNEW YOU LIKED TO HUG" I NEED TO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY

@luankuro in Portuguese sonic says something akin to "DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO AFFECTIONATE/TENDER" THIS SEASON HAS RUINED ME

@tenebraevesper graciously handed over both the croatian dub and the german dub; both of them just as DEVASTATING - in croatian, sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU LIKE TO HUG", and in german, he says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU'RE INTO HUGGING" THESE HEDGEHOGS ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME

I will join @kyri45 in their several several processing business days after the italian dub was revealed to have sonic say: "I DIDN'T SEE YOU AS SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE TYPE"

@polaris-reblog and from the left field we have an INCREDIBLE Thai dub with sonic that says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D BE THE TYPE TO CARRY/PICK PEOPLE UP" CAN I GET A WAHOO

@windpolygon comes in with an absolute gem in russian: "DO YOU LIKE/LOVE TO HUG" SO WHAT IF HE DOES

@transgender-battlekukku runs in with Brazilian Portuguese that has sonic say: "EU NÃO SABIA QUE VOCÊ ERA TÃO CARINHOSO" which they so lovingly translate to "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO LOVING/AFFECTIONATE" FELLAS WE DIDN'T KNOW EITHER BEFORE TODAY

the polish version, given by @hereissananxiousmess, has sonic being a sMARTASS, saying: "AH SO YOU DO LIKE TO HUG" JESUS CHRIST THIS GETS CUTER EACH TIME

the Galician version has me by the tHROAT okay @shadowthtrash so in this version sonic says: "Nunca pensei que me foses levar no colo" which means "I'VE NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD CRADLE ME AROUND" OUEGHR that's so cute

@mmiriozuzo turkish dub and sub is sO sweet honestly bc in the dub he says: "Sarılmayı sevdiğini hiç bilmiyordum", which translates to "I NEVER KNEW YOU LIKED HUGGING" while the turkish sub writes: "Sen sarılmayı sever miydin?" which means "SO YOU LIKE HUGGING?"

@ash-doodles-stuff went for my soul by revealing what the japanese and hindi version says; in Japanese, sonic says: "TO BE HELD IN YOUR ARMS" SONIC PLEASE - in the hindi version he says: "DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED HUGS AND STUFF" OEURGH I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THESE

@sonicposting joins the bandwagon by announcing the romanian version has sonic saying: "n-am știut că-ți place în brațe", which means something like "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE BEING HELD" although "it's hard to translate, but the way it is phrased implies that sonic didn't know shadow likes being held" THESE DUBS WILL END ME ONE DAY

@cosmicgirlypop runs in with the Arabic dub, where sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE HUGS!" this is the yEAR OF SONADOW PEOPLE BC SHADOW SAYS "STAY WITH ME SONIC" AS A RESPONSE

@geek-leak slides in with the Finnish dub that has sonic saying: "En tiennyt et oot halijäbä" which roughly translates to "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE A HUGGER-DUDE/HUG-DUDE" he truly is a smartass even when dying god bless

@indigocloudofnarcolepsy sprints in with a gem in hungarian, where sonic says: "Nem tudtam, hogy ölelkezős vagy!" which is "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE A HUGGER" EVERY VARIANT IS SO CUTE

@scarlets-land-of-chaos-and-men NO EXPLANATION NEEDED BUT I NEED AIR

@darkmatters-ghost decided to decimate my every molecule with the Mandarin Chinese version where sonic says: "我不知道你喜欢抱抱， 啊。" bào (抱) means cuddle, and if you say a verb twice, it makes it informal and cutesy. Basically, he said, "aw, I didn't know you were such a cuddle-bug!"

C U D D L E B U G

suffice to say I think english is the glaring, obvious outlier here JHDJHDS

THE DUBBERS ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS BEHIND THIS IS TRULY THE YEAR OF SONADOW

#I NEED PEACE #people please check the comments this is the cutest shit ever #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime season 3 #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #god i'll never recover #genuinely #POINT AND LAUGH PEOPLE I'M MISERABLE AND GIDDY OVER THIS SHOW #sonic prime

[haddonfieldwhore]

bedsheets - ethan landry

nsfw // no spoilers 🔪 // pre ghostface attacks

warnings: nsfw, protected!sex, sub!ethan, sub!reader, friends to lovers, language, slight praise kink, it’s just fluffy as hell, not edited!!

soft ethan playlist 🎧

can be read as a part 2 to “tired” or on its own

you and ethan walked out of study hall together, after an especially boring lecture that had you almost asleep at your desk.

“that was the longest 2 hours of my life,” you sighed, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you shoved your textbook into it. “i think i’m gonna skip the afternoon today.”

“i could meet up with you later? i’ve still got english today, but i’ll be done at 3,” he offered. you grabbed his hand, dragging him in the opposite direction of his class, and he smiled as he followed behind you.

“or…,” you began. “you could skip your classes and just hang out with me now,” you suggested,

giving him your best puppy dog eyes. ethan knew he could never say no to you, and let you drag him to his dorm building.

the door closed behind you as ethan set his bag down on the floor, and you followed him to the living room area of his dorm.

“hey man,” you heard his roomate, chad call out to ethan from the other room.

“hey. we have a guest so i hope you’re decent,” he laughed.

“yeah i’m good, dude.” chad said walking out of his room, indeed fully dressed. “hey,” he greeted you, and you smiled in return.

“don’t you have class right now?” chad asked ethan, who was grabbing each of you a drink from the mini fridge in the tiny kitchen area.

“yeah.. i was gonna go, but this one’s a bad influence, they convinced me not to go.” ethan gestured to you, and you playfully raised your hands in surrender.

“well, i’m on my way out, so the place is yours,” chad explained, winking at ethan behind your back, and the he pushed his shoulder in return. you sat down on the couch and waved goodbye to chad as he slid his letterman jacket on and walked out the door. ethan sat next to you, turning on the tv.

“movie?” he suggested, and you nodded.

“you pick- i’m cool with whatever,” you replied, and ethan flipped through a stack of dvds before picking one and putting it in the player. the menu screen for “i know what you did last summer” popped up and ethan pressed play. you weren’t honestly too interested in the movie, just happy to not be in class. ethan and you had both seen the movie before, so you didn’t think he’d mind talking over it.

“where was chad going?” you asked.

“to hang out with tara i think,”

“do you think he’s ever gonna make a move on her?” it was obvious to everyone that chad and tara were into eachother, except for chad and tara themselves. ethan laughed, a smile spreading across his face as he thought of his friends.

“maybe. i can’t believe neither of them see how into eachother they are,” he admitted. “i think i’d figure it out if one of my friends had a thing for me.” you hoped ethan couldn’t see the blush on your face as you thought you were going to sink into the floor. you and ethan were best friends, and had always been incredibly close. it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in each others arms after a movie on the couch, or for you to sit in his lap at sam and tara’s when there wasn’t enough chairs for everyone. and you were perfectly content with it never being anymore than that, since you thought that’s what ethan wanted.

“yeah…” you replied, trying to focus back on the movie, but all you could think of was how close you and ethan were. his leg was just inches from brushing against yours, his arm over the back of the couch. it would be almost too easy to curl into his side, to rest your head in his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart like you had what felt like a thousand times before. so why was it any different now? why did you have to complicate things all of the sudden?

“you okay?” he asked, leaning closer to look at you, and you tried to avoid looking into his pretty brown eyes.

“just…. tired,” you whispered, not even sounding convincing to yourself, as you looked down at your lap.

“you know i can tell when you’re lying right?” he asked softly, and you looked back up at him, your noses almost touching.

“eeth-“

“can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. you tried to reply, but couldn’t form words, nodding instead. ethan leaned forward, closing the gap between you and gently pressing his lips to yours. “come here,” he whispered, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you onto his lap, straddling him as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

“please-“ he cut you off by kissing you again, his lips so soft as they moved with yours. your fingers clung to the fabric of the front of his t-shirt, before sliding over his clavicle and up the sides of his neck, and he let out a whine underneath you. ethan’s arms tightened around your waist, moving you against his lap slightly, and you moaned softly into his mouth. his hands slid up the back of your shirt slightly before he stopped, separating his lips from yours.

“is this okay?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“yes, this is more than okay,” you assured him, connecting your lips again. his warm hands still sent shivers up your back as they slid underneath your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they moved higher. your hand moved up the sides of ethan’s neck and twisted into his chocolate brown curls, tugging slightly.

“hmm..fuck,” ethan whimpered, and you bit his bottom lip gently, causing him to moan loudly. his hands slid down your sides to grip your hips, moving you to grind slightly against him. “can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“i’m sorry….do you want me to help you with that?” you teased, moving your hand down to palm his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. his head fell back against the soft couch, exposing his neck. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and you leaned forward to gently nip at soft skin below his jaw.

“i need you,” ethan moaned as you left hickeys up his throat, and he shuddered underneath you as you found his sweet spot. “fuck-“

“you can have me,” you assured him, and he lifted his head to look at you, his gaze soft as he brought his hand up to hold your chin lightly, his thumb tracing over your lips. you opened your mouth and let him slide his thumb past your lips, sucking on it slightly, and he involuntarily bucked his hips upwards slightly in response.

“do you….do you want to go to the bedroom? or stay here?” he asked, quickly loosing his composure as you continued to move yourself against him.

“bedroom?” you said, but you honestly didn’t care; you just wanted him, it didn’t matter where. lifting you slightly as you stood, ethan leaned down to kiss you now that you were both standing. his hands still on your hips, he guided you towards his room, his lips never leaving yours as you tried not to fall while walking backwards through the doorway.

ethan gently laid you down on the bed, grabbing something from his dresser drawer before crawling on top of you and gently kissing your forehead. his fingers traced your face from your temple down to your chin, and he tilted your lips upwards to meet his again. you arched your back, lifting your hips to meet his and he moaned, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. your hands slid under his shirt, silently requesting it be removed and he got the hint, pulling away and sitting up slightly to pull it over his head, messing up his hair slightly in the process. you took the opportunity to undo his belt buckle, before his fingers found yours and took over, removing the belt completely.

“can i..?” he asked, waiting for your permission as his hands found the hem of your shirt. you nodded, and lifted yourself upwards to make it easier to remove. removing your remaining articles of clothing, you were both naked in front of each other for the first time, but there wasn’t any time for feeling self conscious or nervous as ethan kissed you again, and your hands traveled down to stroke his length gently. he moaned into the kiss, before burying his face in the crook of your neck as you began to move your hand back and forth. he whimpered as you ran your thumb gently over the tip, and he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

“you sound so pretty, baby.” you cooed in his ear, and he bucked his hips into your hand at your voice.

“please…god you look good like this- underneath me,” he mused, and you smiled. “slow down,” he instructed, his fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop your movements. “i wanna be inside you.” you nodded, and he grabbed a small packet from next to him on the bed, opening it and letting you help him slide the rubber onto himself.

“ethan-“ you moaned, as you felt him position himself at your entrance.

“are you sure?” he asked, and pushed himself into you after hearing you reply yes. you both moaned as the feeling of his movements sent shockwaves through your bodies. he waited while you adjusted, pressing his forehead to yours until you gave him the okay to move. starting off with slow thrusts, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours again. he began to quicken his pace and you tugged harshly at his curls in response.

“do that again-“ he inhaled sharply as you obliged, pulling his hair as he thrusted harder into you. “fuck, you feel so good,” he whined. “i’m gonna flip us over, okay baby?” you nodded, and ethan rolled over, now sitting on the bed with you in his lap, your legs around his waist, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you than before. your eyes rolled back in your head and he held you close, his large hands roaming your back.

“ethan… fuck-“ you had trouble forming words, you eyes glossy as you and ethan looked at eachother. he rested his forehead against yours again as he thrusted upwards into you, his rhythm becoming sloppier as he neared his peak.

“you’re being so good for me,” ethan whispered, and you rolled your hips against his, causing him to swear under his breath.

“i’m so close, e,” you whimpered, so near to the edge that you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on. “tell me i’m yours.”

“your mine,” ethan almost growled, and his movements stuttered as you tumbled over the edge, contracting around his length as he frantically slammed into you.

“fuck, i’m never gonna get over you,” he whimpered in your ear, the feeling of him inside you getting to be too much.

“come on, baby, i wanna hear you when you come,” you pleaded, tugging on his hair harder than before, and he moaned loudly, shaking as he finished inside you, his warmth spilling into the condom as you moved your hips to coax him through it. you were beginning to feel a little overstimulated, and tears began to form in your eyes as he slowed his hips before stopping his movements completely. collapsing gently on the bed, ethan carefully pulled out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it before getting a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

you lay in bed next to him, his eyes closed as he lay facing you, his curls messy and damp with sweat as you gently brushed them off his forehead with your fingers. his eyes were closed, a light blush in his cheeks and a soft smile on his lips. his brown eyes opened slightly, and his hand reached up to gently caress your cheek. you leaned forward to kiss him and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“we should’ve done that a long time ago,” you admitted, your fingers crawling up his skin to gently trace the shape of the dark purple hickeys you’d left on his neck and collarbones.

“yeah- we should’ve. but we can do it a lot more times,” he said, laughing lightly, his voice deep with drowsiness. “i like you here like this. in my bed.”

“i like being here; with you,” you replied, relaxing into ethan’s embrace and closing your eyes. with a final kiss to your forehead, you drifted off to sleep, and ethan followed shortly after, safe and warm in each others arms, where you belonged.

#ethan landry playlist #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry one shot #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #jack champion #jack champion fic #scream #scream 6

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 2

Okay so!!! Part two of this post about the DPxDC eldritch Danny fic that I'm now calling the peacock au lmao!!!!

(Chapter two of the fic under the cut) (Edit: You can now find part 3 Here!!!)

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When the feeling of being just slightly dispersed settles onto the outer layer of his skin while he’s lying in bed, Danny knows what’s about to happen.

The thing is, he’s in his pyjamas. Sure, he could just stay in his human form for the summoning- because he’s done it before and it went fine- but he never knows who it’s going to be, and being spirited away to some college students’ dorm in his pyjamas is embarrassing. And sure, having something appear in the circle in the first place is probably enough that they’re not paying attention to what he’s wearing either way, but he refuses to bank on that. So, with a sigh, he allows himself the transformation, his human appearance falling easily away. 

It always feels more natural to be a ghost during rituals, probably because they’re summoning a ghost and not a human, but still, it’s different. He feels that little bit looser, maybe even a little more himself, though he guesses being a bit more glow-y is just nice generally, and the space decals that tend pop up as part of his whole light-show-summons are a homely touch. On the other hand, it does make it harder to take stock of his surroundings when he finally fades into view wherever he is. He can make out vague grey walls and floors, but that’s about it. 

Well, that and the man in front of him. Blond, taller than him if he wasn’t in the air, somewhere past his forties, wearing a beige trenchcoat and looking oddly terrified. Danny can see his hands shaking just a little. Does he know this guy from somewhere?

“Uh, dude?” Danny calls, going for something light. It’s annoying being dragged from the comfort of his own home, definitely, but this guy doesn’t look like some cult member, and if he’s alone and this scared it might mean he really needs the help. Danny can sympathise with doing stupid things in stupid situations. “You good? You’re not looking too hot there.”

He knows he’s using ghost speak, but it feels weird to use English in a summoning like this, and fortunately, Danny spies a translation sigil wrapped around the inner centre of the circle, so he knows it should be translating right back to the guy in front of him. Very handy for language barriers, he’ll admit- and it’s working, too, if the reply is any indication. 

“I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

His voice is gravelly, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s nervous, doesn’t speak much, a smoker, or all three. Either way, probably not Danny’s business, and right now he’s just curious about what the man’s talking about. “Pits? That’s kinda vague, man. What pits?”

“The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. I… heard you could take care of ‘em.”

Lazarus Pits. He’s heard of those, Clockwork’s mentioned them a couple of times. They’re natural portals that open when enough energy is built up, and end up stabilising into the ground instead of collapsing to help seep ambient ectoplasm into the air. They don’t work as actual portals after that, but it’s vital to keep at least a few around no matter how corrupted they can get through human interference, because it keeps the balance of both realms steady. Having too many around isn’t a good thing, though, and especially not in populated areas. It can cause ecto-contamination, which is a lot more dangerous when you haven’t been around it since birth (or if you aren’t from Amity). 

Speaking of which, it certainly is stinking up the place, now that he’s aware of it. Or maybe that’s just Gotham, he’s heard a lot about-

Hang on. Gotham. Weird potentially magic dude. He knew he recognised him! That’s John Constantine! Danny’s heard of John Constantine! Sam’s got her fingers in enough credible occult spaces that they’re at least vaguely aware of some of his endeavours, but if he’s in Gotham then that probably means he’s doing something for the Batman and, wow, Danny totally would’ve tried to go more professional for this if he knew this was going to be his first encounter with the Justice League,of all things. 

Well, he guesses it’s too late now. At least the guy’s not being too weird about it or anything. “Man, yeah, I’ve totally got the smell stuck up my nose now that you mention it. Do you get that as well? Since, y’know, you’ve probably dealt with a couple ghosts.”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

Dang, the guy seems stressed about this. Maybe he just doesn’t like being in Gotham territory? He’s pretty sure he’s heard of Batman having a thing about magic. “Sure I can.”

“…Will you fix it?”

Danny figures that if they already know about his status through his Zone maintenance duties, and he’s going to be helping the Justice League, he might as well show off a little bit. Assenting with a hum and trying not to grin, he puts his hands to the floor, and lets his ectoplasm reach out to the source of the smell, sending a flash of light across the ground as it goes through. When it twinges back a response, he closes his eyes, and his energy curls around it, threading through like needles to seams, and pushes it shut with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it hadn’t been around for too long- barely fully formed and not even corrupted by human contact yet- it would’ve be a lot more difficult if it had. 

He lets his hands rise up again after a long moment, looking to Constantine for a reaction. He can’t quite gauge what the man is thinking. “Alrighty, that should’ve done it.”

“Uh… cheers?”

He’s about to say something along the lines of ‘no problem’ or ‘you’re welcome’, but then he remembers he should probably warn him about the aftermath so he doesn’t freak. “The pit shouldn’t come back again, but just as like, a PSA: you might see more shades than usual hovering around for the next while. It shouldn’t be too big a deal so long as you leave ‘em alone, though, so don’t worry about it.”

For all that Danny’s trying to be considerate here, Constantine doesn’t look very considerated. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“…Dude, what d’you think I am?”He replies, thoroughly bemused. Isn’t this guy supposed to be one of the League’s paranormal experts or something? He really should be able to recognise a ghost by now. “I keep your Lazarus Pits in check. You know, the pits of the dead?”

Okay, maybe a little rude on his side, but he thinks Constantine’s expression is a bit of an overreaction; he can see the sheen of sweat across the man’s forehead reflecting the light of the sigils. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“Well, I mean, this was a favour for Batman, right?” He asks blithely, pointedly not paying attention to the way the man’s face keeps contorting. He swears Sam said he was more stoic than this. “I’m gonna go- ‘cause I’ve got things to do- but I guess if something comes up I’ll come to you? Or Batman, since this is his city and all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

Figuring there’s nothing left to be said, Danny lets the return sigil on the edge of the circle activate and punt him back home, wheezing a half-sigh and arching his back once the wispy image of wherever they’d been recedes. He probably looks exhausted after all that- no matter how recently formed the pit was, it still takes a little strain, and he’d just been about to sleep before he got summoned- but looking in the mirror on his wall for confirmation, he doesn’t find his usual face. Something twinges against where his spine should be, confirming its own previously unnoticed presence in the mortal plane. 

…He didn’t go ghost when Constantine summoned him, he used his true form. That must be why he looked so nervous that whole time! And, man, ghostspeak never translates over quite right in this form, either- the Ancients use a different dialect to original ghostspeak- the man probably wasn’t hearing what Danny thought he was at all. What if the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because he was terrified? What must Constantine have thought of him? 

Crap. He has to fix this. How is he going to find him?

#Peppered in some of my own worldbuilding about ectoplasm/the pits in DC there but Still- #I just thought it'd be Really Funny if Danny had absolutely no clue what he was saying was coming across so terrifying #Like- sure he Can say that kind of ominous stuff on his own- but I think it'd be really great #If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it #If there's any mistakes in the please be kind I forget how to read when I'm editing- #Chapter 3's already done so I should be posting that either tomorrow or the day after!! #It'll pretty much be the conclusion to this whole thing but I've been talking to Bones and she's got So Many cool ideas #That I really want to make a part 4 for because they're really fun!!! #Either way this has been really nice to do!!! #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #peacock au

[kenny-the-ken]

Y O U + M E |Pt 3|

A LOT OF WARNINGS WITH THIS ONE!!!! ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS AND IN HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE!! Loosely based on the Netflix show YOU, if y'all have seen it,,, then you know what Kenny's gonna do. If you haven't seen it,,, strap yourselves in, it's a lot!! Yandre Kenny, strong language, sexual content, violence, mentions of blood, gore, stalking, obsession and narcissistic thinking, so please beware!! I warned y'all!!

ALSO!!! A lot of this fic is written as Kenny's internal monologue and from his perspective so bare that in mind!!

Spring break. The literal bane of my existence. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love parties, I've taken more drugs than most people I know, excluding my parents of course, but Spring Break in the US was known for crazy parties, girls half naked in bikinis, guys chugging 2% alcohol content beers thinking that they're the shit, and copious amounts of drugs.

I don't care about any of that though, no, not at all, which you may be extremely shocked to hear, the only thing I cared about was, what were you doing for spring break?

Were you going to any parties? Were you meeting any friends, old or new? Were you planning to show yourself off in a tiny bikini, not that I'm complaining, but I'd rather see you like that alone, without other men's wondering eyes glaring at you as if you're a piece of meat. I can promise you y/n, that would not end well for anyone involved.

I had texted you this morning, like we do every morning. We fucked but after that it felt like we drifted apart. Or rather, you drifted from me. So here I sit, in my bathroom, cock in hand with my face buried in your used panties that I'd stolen from a while back, I assumed you didn't miss them much, and anyway, they were currently in use.

I'd give anything for another taste, your lips were soft, plumped, and oh so red from how aggressive I can be, your h/c cascaded perfectly down your back, and your breasts.

"Fuck." I knew thinking about you like this would make me cum faster, and that's exactly what I wanted, for reasons you'll find out soon enough.

Your pierced nipples and how perfectly shaped they were, your ass was round and perfect for slapping when you needed taught a lesson. Your hips were perfect for gripping, and oh how I'd grip your hips and fuck myself deeper and deeper and shit.

And just like that, here I am, hand covered in my own jizz, cock twitching between my legs and your panties still in my hand.

I have a box, I keep it under lock and key behind my wardrobe, just some little souvenirs, your panties, some nude Polaroids I'd found of you in your bedroom. Oh yeah, and one of Clyde's teeth. Just to remember him by.

You see, although we weren't dating, that didn't mean that you weren't in need of protection, you see, I'd overheard Clyde chatting to Jimmy about how he was thinking of asking you on a date. Now, I've known Clyde for a long time, he uses women like they're nothing, fucks 'em, leaves 'em.

What did you expect me to do? I mean, I did this for you! He was going to take advantage of your kindness and use you for his own sexual gratification and desires and then throw you away like you're worthless, and you are far from worthless. I'd kiss your feet as you walked the earth if you'd let me, oh how I'd worship you, like you deserve to be.

It wasn't too hard to kill Clyde, you see, when you've been known as a fuck boy before, which I unfortunately have been, other fuck boys, they tend to trust you more. So Clyde was pretty easy to reel in. I told him the truth, how I was working on an English project with you and I fucked you in your bedroom, and Clyde was all over that shit like a dog on heat. He was so focussed on what he was planning to text to you, obviously with my keen eye proof reading it for him, he was too distracted to notice me coming behind him with a brick. He only realised just as it was too late, sorry dude, your skull's caved in.

We needn't worry about the details of where his body is, let's just say... I've taken care of it. And tonight was our date, and also the first night of spring break, I would ask you what you were up to, and of course I wouldn't demand to come, unless you chose to invite me, no, I would just hang out in background, you won't even notice that I'm there. And I dare anyone to try anything, they would be dead men walking.

It didn't take long for the time of our date to roll around, and I stood on your doorstep, politely knocking on your door a few times, before smiling as the door cracked open.

You were breathtaking. I'd worked my ass off at City Wok to be able to afford to take you out to dinner, and my god, no food could ever look as delicious as you looked right now. Your tits, your hips, your ass, your legs, your hair, your face, everything! We were destined to be together, and when you smiled back at me I swore my heart swole in my chest.

"Hey, Kenny. You ready to go?" You asked, pulling your leather jacket on over your short, black dress that was showing off way too much cleavage for me to control myself for the entire evening, god I'd take you right here right now if I could.

"I was born ready, baby. I got these for you." I replied, bowing to you and holding out a small bouquet of flowers, your hand clutching your chest, and a gasp leaving your red stained lips.

"They're beautiful, Ken! Oh you shouldn't have! I'll just go get these into a vase, please come in." You spoke like an angel, and who was I to say no to an invitation into your home?

"I wanted to. I really do mean what I said last time, I've had my eye on you from you moved here, y/n, and you're different than those other girls, you're special, I can tell." You cheeks were flushed which meant that my charm was working. You'd be mine soon, and as much as I wanted to show you off to the world, I also wanted to hide you from it, so no one would dare to try and steal what's rightfully mine, or they'd end up like Clyde. Buried in the middle of fuck knows where.

"Had your eye on me? Not a little stalker are you, McCormick?" You joked, and I hoped it was a joke, you were laughing and so was I, so that was a good sign.

"Not at all! I mean, how could my eyes not go to you when you walk past me? I mean, look at you!" And slinging my arms round your hips would surely make you see that I was nothing but a pure gentleman.

"You're such a flirt, Kenny." God the way you looked at me, it was no surprise that to me that you'd stolen my heart, god the things I would do to you, the things I would do for you, oh they were criminal, but in this moment as I stood staring into your perfect e/c eyes, I couldn't care if my crimes caught up with me, I mean, getting away with it would be easy, trust me, I'm not that stupid.

Around two hours had passed and so far, our date seemed to be going perfectly, you were laughing at my jokes, I flirted, and you flirted right back, you'd told me about a huge spring break party at Tolken's house, you'd asked me to be your plus one, of course I'd gratefully accept, I needed to keep you safe, you even took my hand within your own when we were leaving the restaurant, my plan was working a charm, and you'd invited me in to your house for a quick night cap, no doubt I'd be staying the night.

And when you led me to your bedroom wearing nothing but some skimpy lingerie, I knew that your panties that were in my safe would be getting a much needed night off from being pressed against my face.

You were on top of me, grinding on me, fuck you were so needy, and my cock was growing by the second, I couldn't help but groan and pull your hips down against my own.

I'd swapped the positions, and now you lay beneath me, I'd left dozens of hickeys all over your neck, your breasts, your stomach, thighs, and now I was going to taste your sweet cunt again, god I couldn't wait, it had been too long from I'd tasted you, had my tongue inside you, claiming your insides, god I was starved, and I couldn't wait any longer, and just as I pressed a closed mouth kiss against your parted lips, your fucking phone rang.

"Ignore it. Don't answer." I ordered, my tongue lapping up your wetness, a moan coming from your lips as your phone started ringing again, and of course, being the kind person that you are, you answered.

And this couldn't have been a worse time, your face was worried, and you moved my head from where I wanted desperately to be for the past week, it was your mother.

Drug overdose, she was in hospital and you had to be there to take care of her, not that she ever did the same for you. No, you'd told me previously that our lives were similar in a lot of ways, and that's where my need to protect you came from. You were like a delicate flower awaiting to bloom, but others put you in the dark, stopped you ever from doing so, from ever reaching your full potential, but I was here now. I was going to care for you, I'd put you in the sun and give you all the love and support I could, the perfect partner, a soul mate some may say.

And as you hurried to pull your sweatpants and T-shirt on to your small frame, tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you gave me a hug, whispering sweet apologies, and I offered to come with you, which you declined. And I understood why, I hated people meeting my parents, seeing my sorry excuse of a home, fitted with built in meth lab in the garden. You were embarrassed, ashamed of your drug addict mother, and I felt that pain, I knew it personally. I was strong enough to deal with it, but you darling, you're too fragile, far too good to be feeling that way, and by god would I protect you from anything.

I'm so sorry to say this baby, your mother will never get clean, she's never been clean your entire life, it truly is a miracle that she's lasted this long. I'd be doing you and everyone else a favour. You'd told me this wasn't the first overdose she'd had, and every one made you feel the same way, like you were the parent, like you were at fault, you didn't keep an attentive enough eye on her, the pain you were feeling was soul destroying, not just for you, but for me too! How dare that woman who brought you into this world make you feel so awful, how dare she cause you pain and misery, if she died it would mean she couldn't cause any more of that, sure you'd be sad, but you'd realise in time that life was better without having to worry every time you left the house if you would come back to your mother, her skin blue and covered in her own vomit, which she choked on in her drug idled state.

And I would care for you, I'd be your shoulder to cry on, your support network, your lover and your boyfriend all tied into one, the whole package, you'd fall straight into my lap and I swear, I'd never ever let you go.

I'm sorry hunny, but your mother needs to be dealt with, and it would be easier than you'd think, one bad batch could wipe out hundreds of drug addicts, and besides, it's not as if I'd never used this method before. My parents died of an 'overdose', well, at least that's what the coroner's report said on the matter, Karen was put into my care, and the home was given to us, and life had been so much happier from I did my whole family a favour and took them out of the equation, and I know you will feel the same, in time at least.

As I drove you to the hospital you told me about your childhood. How you'd been in foster care, then your mother cleaned her act up and for a long time she was stable and in recovery, till she met some douchebag when you were ten, and she was back to using again, and your life had never been the same since.

When we pulled up outside the hospital, you hugged me tightly and kissed me twice, telling me that you'd text me later, and thanking me for the lovely evening, I assured you that this was to be the first of many of these delightful evenings, and even in the deepest depths of your pain, you still smiled at me.

I watched you till your figure disappeared inside the hospital, and I knew there and then what had to be done. I'm sorry baby, but your mother isn't good for you, she's not good for you, not good for us!

She had to go, and I had to be the one to kill her.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick smut #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #kyle south park #south park #stan south park #south park smut #south park x reader #south park boys #fanfic #you netflix #yandere

[cheeseceli]

Love looks good on you

Pairing: Han Jisung × gn!Reader

genre: angst, drabble

inspiration: this scenario and the song i want you by stephen sanchez

description: you are going on a date and han, your best friend, can't help but regret not confessing to you earlier

Warnings: no happy ending (unless i do a part 2), not proofread and the use of the world asshole like once, ft. Yeonjun from txt because why not

Han was trying. He was trying with all his will to be happy for you and the fact that you were going to your first date after what felt forever. But he knew he would be so much happier if the date was with him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

While you were deciding on what to wear and talking so happily about this someone new, the boy was sat down on your bed trying to understand what went wrong.

Was he wrong when he fell for you? That was inevitable though. How could he not fall in love when you were so kind since the moment he saw you for the first time? He was infatuated with the way you closed your eyes when you smiled, the way you laughed at his jokes even when he knew they were not that funny and how simply ethereal you looked. He loved the way you would comfort him and the way he did not try to love you. He just did. It was natural and meant to be, he believed.

That could never be the mistake. And if it was something wrong, he would admit he made a mistake but would never regret doing so.

Maybe he should have made the first move. He was scared that maybe he was making up things from his imagination. Everytime you would hold his hand without even noticing and how your gaze would linger on him for more than it should were not enough signs. He needed a confirmation that you were into him as much as he was into you so he could ask you out. Confessing without a guarantee would mean that there were risks of ruining the friendship you guys had. He could not, never, loose you for a silly mistake like this one. If keeping his feelings would also keep you around him, he would be more than satisfied.

Maybe that was why he was in such a situation. He kept quiet. This guy that had the chance to go out with you now didn't. If he had spoken up before, would he have a chance now?

You were still talking. Jisung had noticed that you were happier talking about the clothes you could wear than about your date. Was he projecting or maybe you didnt want to go? He remembered how you didn't even know the dude, Changbin who was the "wingman" just thought you guys should meet each other. Maybe you would like to ditch your date to stay with him a little longer. Maybe...

"Ji? What do you think about this one?"

He looked at you and if you paid a little bit more of attention you would have noticed the way his eyes shone when he saw you. See, he was a songwriter. He knew hundreds of words in korean and english. He knew a lot of metaphors and wrote a lot of beautiful love songs. But he was speechless. No word, in no language, could ever describe how perfect you looked like right now.

"You look beautiful."

"Are you sure? I am afraid he won't like it." you looked to the mirror analysing what you saw in front of yourself "Maybe I am wearing too much..."

"You are perfect. I wouldnt change anything."

You looked at him once more, straight to his eyes and he saw the universe for a second. Maybe, somewhere in those galaxies you held in your eyes, there was a place where you guys could be together. A place where he was there first, asked you first and you said yes to him first.

Sadly, he wasn't there. He was in front of you now, preparing himself to wish you good luck on a journey he didn't want you to go.

Time has passed. You probably thanked him for the compliments, you probably talked a little bit more but suddenly he was waiting for you to lock your door so you could go to this date.

"Well, that's it I guess" you said to him, a little bit awkwardly "Thank you for the help."

"That was nothing, don't worry. Do you want me to wait with you until, uh..."

"Yeonjun."

"Right, Yeonjun" gosh, he already hated that name. And he couldn't even blame the man for taking interest in you "Until he picks you up?"

"I am going to meet him in the diner."

"He is not picking you up?"

He probably didn't hide his displeasure when you told him you'd need to walk to the place to meet the guy because you giggled before saying "Don't worry, Changbin said he is a cool guy."

"Of course he is. Well, if anything happens don't hesitate on calling me. And if it's too late when you get out of there I can pick you up."

"Okay" you smiled. God, Han wished he could live in that moment forever. Only the two of you and your smile "Thank you once again."

"Don't worry about that. I'll be going then. I hope you enjoy it."

That was it. That was the perfect thing to say. He could now go back to the dorms and just wait until he had any updates of you, without putting your relationship at a stake. But his mouth spoke before he could stop it.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"I like you."

For what felt like eternity, there was silence. He didn't dare to look at you. He messed, he shouldn't have done that. But he did. Since you already said the most confidential part, say everything already.

"Actually, I think I love you. And I am so incredibly sorry for telling you this in the worst timing ever, I don't know what came over me. I just needed you to know. I love you and I want you but I will be more than happy to just be your friend if that's what you want me to be" you could hear his breath get heavier, like he was holding his tears back "And I must be messing up your mind now, I'm sorry."

He turned around as fast as he could, trying to get out of there. He was almost breaking down in front of you and the last thing he needed was to make you comfort him even though he is the one who created this mess. He was already kinda far from you when he turned around to look at you again.

"And I know we'll be awkward for a while but please don't go back home alone if it's already late. You can call me to pick you up, i won't say anything. Or you can call one of the boys. Just please be safe."

You tried to say something, you don't even know what, but he went away before you could come up with something. You didn't see his face. And he was relieved, because his cheeks were wet from all the tears. He wished he could've been stronger. He felt like the biggest asshole to ever walk on earth because he probably destroyed your friendship and brought your date down with it.

But deep down, even if it hurts to admit, he wishes you fall in love with Yeonjun. And he wishes he can treat you right. Because even if Han himself can't be the one to make your eyes shine, he knows love must look good on you, and you deserve to experience it.

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[loveinhawkins]

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Eddie wakes again, and it’s a soft, gradual departure from sleep. When his eyelids eventually co-operate enough to stay open, he finds that Steve is already awake; the curtains are open, sunlight streaming across the bed.

“Hi,” Steve says, smiling, and it’s genuine—but Eddie’s getting familiar with knowing how to look closer. He’s sat up a little straighter again, a rigid line to his shoulders—and Eddie has a faint memory, suddenly, of Steve on the bench at a basketball game, waiting on tenterhooks to be called up.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks. When he swings his legs round, feet hitting the floor, he realises that the couch has been pulled back from Steve’s bed, frowns a little.

“Not much. They were just checking my lungs and stuff, ran some tests.”

Eddie can see the evidence of that now as Steve moves back the sheets slightly: his upper torso has a series of little marks, presumably where stickers and wires once were.

“They had to, uh, move you so they had enough room. Just kinda pushed the couch back,” Steve continues.

Eddie’s eyebrows raise, a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. “I slept through that?”

Steve laughs. He sounds fond. “Oh, yeah. You were, like, solid gone, dude.”

“You should’ve—”

“Nope,” Steve interrupts firmly. “You needed the rest. Plus, um, I kinda demanded that they didn’t wake you up. Thought it was the least they could do.”

Oh.

“Well, m’sorry I missed that,” Eddie says, and through the sudden warmth in his chest, he adds, “You gave ‘em a Harrington glare, didn’t you?”

Steve laughs again, bemused. “A what?”

“Come on, man, don’t you know your own legends?”

“Legends.”

“You know, your evil eye.”

“Saying basically the same thing doesn’t actually explain anything, y’know.”

“Don’t be all coy now, you made it damn clear when you were pissed at someone.”

“Like when?”

Eddie points upwards accusingly, as if plucking the memory from the air. “English, last period. When that sub—”

“Oh, him. He was an ass.”

“I thought you were gonna turn him to stone. You gave some pretty good inspiration for a basilisk in one of my campaigns.”

Steve gives a baffled smile. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.”

“Well—”

“Anyway, he was being a douchebag, making Rebecca read out loud; he knew she hated—”

“I kinda thought you liked her,” Eddie says thoughtfully. “You made me lose a bet on the prom couples.”

Steve snorts. “What is it with you and—never mind. No, I didn’t—it just wasn’t right, how he treated her. That was all.”

His gaze goes a bit distant as he speaks, his hand rubbing absent-mindedly at one of the more vivid marks, right on his breastbone.

“Hey, you uh—the tests went fine, right?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot I’d—yeah, aced them,” Steve says, and though his tone is flippant it’s also, thankfully, not sarcastic. He nods to the door, to the corridor outside. “Think they sorta want me to just go at this point.”

“They said that?” Eddie says, remarkably keeps his voice even.

“I mean, not exactly in words. They’re not like—you know, normal doctors or whatever. They’re involved in all this,” Steve gestures vaguely, “shit. S’not like it’s personal. Guess I’d want it to be all over, too, if I was in their shoes.”

Eddie just looks at him for a moment. He doesn’t know how to say you’re not a fucking inconvenience for people to be over and done with—knows that if he even gets close to something as bald as that, Steve will not really hear him.

So instead he says, “Is it too late for breakfast—shit, yeah. Uh, I can offer you the vending machine’s finest, à la carte?”

Steve grins. “Gimme anything with chocolate and you’d be my hero, man.”

-

It’s only when Eddie reaches the vending machine that he realises he doesn’t have any more change on him. He curses under his breath, wonders if he can yield any candy bars with a well-timed kick—but before he can even lift his foot, the machine whirs with no prompting, and deposits a pile of candy into the slot.

Nonplussed but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Eddie bends down to take the haul, then spots a familiar reflection in the glass.

“Hey! What the—what’re you doing here?” he says, watching as El grins and wipes surreptitiously underneath her nose.

“Visiting,” she says simply, and that’s when Eddie notices Jim Hopper right behind her.

“Yeah, there’s some stuff we’ve gotta straighten out,” he says mildly.

It’s striking, to see him up close. There’s things Eddie never noticed in his bird’s eye view of him in the parking lot: how thin he is, his hair so closely shaven that it just serves to make his face look even more gaunt.

Hopper ruffles El’s hair. “Had to bring one of the kids with me or there’d be a damn mutiny.” But his hand lingers on El’s head, and Eddie can tell that it’s more than that—like he wants to keep her close.

Maybe it’s the fact that the guy’s clearly been through some shit that Eddie doesn’t stumble too badly over how Hopper is chatting to him like it’s normal.

“Uh, I can, uh, take you to Steve’s floor?”

“That’d be great, kid. Saves Joyce from murdering that poor girl on reception.”

Hopper whistles, raises his hand—and then Joyce Byers is hurrying over, and she clutches Eddie’s hand, squeezes like he’s a dear family friend.

“Oh, Eddie, sweetie, thank God we—this way? None of our calls were getting through, god, you won’t believe the trouble we—now if we can find a damn doctor who actually knows, I’ll—”

“Um,” Eddie says, voice a little strained—his mind stuck on both Eddie and sweetie. “I’ve not actually—they’re being pretty elusive.”

Hopper smiles grimly. “Oh, we’ll find them.”

-

They must be a magic duo, because they’ve been on Steve’s floor for barely a second before both Hopper and Joyce are slipping into an office room, jaws set. The door shuts.

One beat, and then Eddie hears the muffled, thrumming cadence of raised voices.

El shrugs. “They will be a while,” she declares. “Let’s go see Steve.”

-

Steve’s jaw drops when El walks through the door.

“You’re gonna catch flies, Harrington,” Eddie says—but he only says it because Steve looks, for just a moment, overwhelmed.

It works, gives Steve just enough time to rally.

“Shut up, Munson.” He rolls his eyes at El as if to say can you believe this guy?

She giggles, then goes over to the bed and wraps her arms around Steve in a gentle hug.

He pulls her closer, brings a hand up to stroke her hair, and his face falls a little, as if he’s had a sad realisation. Then he gives himself a shake and murmurs, heartfelt, “You’re goddamn amazing, El. Thank you. Thank you.”

El shakes her head, draws back. “I only got you a little way there. You brought yourself back, Steve.”

Steve gives a fragile smile—looks like he’s trying his hardest to ward off tears.

”And what am I, the furniture?” Eddie says.

Steve snorts, blinks, and his answering grin is strong. “Oh, I suppose you did something,” he sighs dramatically, and he nudges El. “Shall we give him that?”

“No,” El says dryly, and Steve cackles. “Come on, then, catch me up! You blow my house up yet?”

El smiles. “Not yet. I like your movies. I want to go to a thrift store, to try and find something like Liesl’s dress.”

“Oh, the pink one?” Steve asks, and when El nods he says warmly, “Yeah, that’ll suit you.”

While they talk, Eddie starts to place all the candy on the bedside table. It’s a carefully curated selection from the pile El had initiated—chocolate bars Eddie thinks Steve will like: 3 Musketeers and U-No Bars.

Steve catches his eye, mouths, “Hero,” and winks.

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[sailing-through-hawkins]

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It's not much consolation, not when he gets nightmares and sometimes Frank or Robin have to knock him out of an impending daze when he remembers the bites, the screaming, pain, the p a i n, god it hurt, it hurts so much, it -

Yeah, getting a house (like a real, not to mention fucking massive, house) from the government (the fucking government) isn't much consolation because he still freaks out but he could definitely get used to having so much more space to just - just exist in. And Wayne's got a bed now too! Ain't that something fucking grand, they got enough room for Eddie, Wayne AND visitors if they don't mind a couch. It's just - not complete consolation, but it's just a sweetness after a world of monsters, death and blood.

Plus, it's closer to Dustin and Gareth and - well, everyone basically. Even Steve, in that big ol' mansion he calls a house (not a home, Robin tells him, I don't think it's been a home for a while) that Eddie is on his way to right now. The streets of the refined (snobby), cultured (judgemental) and luxurious (that one's accurate) neighbourhood have emptied out since the whole averted-apocalypse-thing. Most rich folks don't wanna stick around after so many "gas leaks" and earth-shattering quakes apparently. Who knew.

It's a walk he enjoys, not too much effort on a good day, because it means he gets a little fresh air and daylight and that's pretty nice after spending a near-death experience thinking the last thing he'd taste was ashes and stale air and the world is a horror-infested black mirror wrapped in a fucking nightmare and Dustin oh Dustin -

But that's all fine because now he is breathing the fresh air and is walking in the daylight and he's on his way to the sun incarnate himself.

Ugh, the things love does to him.

Okay, still definitely not love but like, more than an infatuation. It's just - there's not a lot of good words in the English language okay, not enough to describe his heartbeat when Steve smiles at him or how those scars, peeking out from a stupid polo riding up, light something sad and soft in Eddie's chest, a crooning that begs to touch and soothe and not love, not love, nope.

God damn it.

Eddie sighs, shaking out the insistent thoughts (touch, soothe, love) as he approaches Steve's place and sees -

What the fuck, is that Jeff?

"Eddie!" He smiles, giving a small wave while he's standing outside his car? Parked outside Steve's place? And is that - that's the big-city brother standing with him? That's - not - that's weird, right?! "Hey man, what's up?"

"Uh, nothing much," Eddie comes to a stop and smiles back, glancing between the front door that's clearly fucking open and Jeff's brother, what was his name? "Hey..."

Big-City-Bro smiles a small thing and brings up his hand. Eddie shakes it gladly, who knew he'd feel such elation from being treated like a normal fucking person (not a killer, not a rebel, not a martyr). "Hi Eddie. I'm Trey."

Eddie's brain snaps its imaginary fingers because yes, Trey! Jeff and Trey, the Brothers Brave and the brothers that still won't tell Gareth which of them is older. Frank is adamant in his "they're fucking twins" bet.

"So," Eddie raises his eyebrows, because this is Steve's house right? Eddie didn't just enter (another) alternate reality where Jeff -

"Eds!" And that's when Steve comes barrelling out the door almost tripping on his way over before Jeff was able to catch him in time. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eddie, I completely forgot about our plans, fuck I'm so sorry dude."

Wow. Even panicking and flustered, Steve still manages to look stunning, god look at the crease of his worried little forehead.

"No worries, Stevie," Eddie grins, because look at him. God he's so fucking cute. Look at his sheepish little face, those scattered little moles, that hand still on his little forearm - wait. Eddie eyes the pair of them, Jeff and Steve, both looking back with apologetic half-grimaces. Big-City-Bro seems quietly amused over all. Terrific. "I am curious about this little get-together though."

"Well, Steve and I were on the phone last night -"

Hang on, what?

"- and Jeff thought he could come along since he's dropping me -"

Last night? As in, a late night call? As in, like, twirling fingers around phone cords and "no, you hang up" and a late night call, is that what they're saying?

"But I just called and then Wayne said you were already on your way over and now..."

Eddie blinks. The Brothers Brave are glancing at each other but Steve is just looking at him with big, soulful eyes and his head is tilted in just the right way that the brown of his hair turns gold in the afternoon sunshine.

Last night?!

"You guys talk at night?" Eddie manages to squeak out, the something ugly in his chest rearing its head to hiss at the - the implications of that, like - what the fuck?

Steve huffs a chuckle awkwardly, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. Eddie tries not to zone in on the (totally unsexy of course) scar circling under his collar because last time he did that, Steve misunderstood and it was a whole thing. (A whole thing that ended up with Robin helping comfort Steve because Eddie couldn't properly articulate just how fucking badass that scar was, a symbol of survival, how it keeps reminding him of that time Steve tore a hellish winged demon with his bare hands and bared teeth and he was at least able to tell Steve he just thought the scar was cool).

"Uh, not like - not like that," Steve clears his throat. "Just sometimes...music, y'know?"

"Yeah!" Jeff nods earnestly and the something ugly softens because it's Jeff, who could ever be upset with Jeff? "Steve's got some great ideas and a good ear, Eddie, which is why I keep saying you should stick around our practice!"

Steve ducks his head, cheeks flushing a pretty, pretty pink, his smile something sweet and bashful and god fucking damn it. Eddie clears his throat and gives Steve an encouraging smile, making the sun incarnate glow ever brighter and the rays of light around him are wisps in comparison. Fucking hell.

"I really did forget, Eds," Steve says mournfully, his eyes practically begging Eddie for forgiveness from under his lashes. "I'm so sorry."

Eddie shrugs, because well. Yeah, Stevie's always had a bit of a problem with memory, it's why he writes everything on his fridge-calendar. Eddie gets it. "'S alright, dude, it happens. Are you guys heading out now?"

"Yeah but -" Steve cuts himself off and starts grinning excitedly, oh no. "You should come with us! There's space, right, Jeff?"

Jeff's earnest nod does a good job of hiding the clear trepidation that peeks through his expression, but technically, Eddie made plans to hang out with Steve first (last fucking week, take that "last night" Jeff) so this can't really count as intruding, right? Plus why would Jeff feel nervous about Eddie coming along to some music record store in the city? It's not like he's gonna be interrupting like - like a date or anything! This is just some plans they made (with Jeff's strong, silent type brother so it's fine) and now Eddie is invited. Steve looks super happy to have Eddie come along anyways so. Fuck yeah.

"I'm humbled by the offer to accompany you on your quest, my liege," Eddie gives a bow, laughing when Steve gently pulls him up and fusses over his scarring (how does he make wounds feel so sweet). "It would be an honor."

Trey gives a chuckle and clasps Eddie's shoulder before heading over to the passenger seat. Steve grins and opens the backseat door with a bow. What a flirt (Eddie has to hold in the giggle bubbling up his throat).

"So!" Eddie slaps his palms on his knees as Steve settles in the seat next to him, internally screaming because shit, this is very close quarters. "Whose music are we scoping out?"

The engine's already started but that moment of silence in the car? That's worth some kind of pin drop. Jeff's shoulders are tense, the way they are when he's about to investigate just about anything during a Hellfire session, but Trey and Steve both seem pretty...chill?

"Just gonna get some Dolly," Steve smiles and shatters something intrinsic in Eddie. "I kinda lost my only tape after the, uh, the earthquake." He laughs, like he hasn't crushed Eddie's perception of the Good Sir Steve with a single sentence.

"You -" Eddie clears his throat, pointedly ignoring his shaking leg and looking out the window. Think about the reconstructing houses, don't think about Steve liking Dolly Parton of all artists, fucking hell - "You a fan of country then, Steve-o?"

Steve eyes him warily in the window reflection but Eddie keeps looking at the lovely and slightly broken homes they're speeding by. Almost out of Hawkins with a country fan - "Yeah, I mean...I wasn't like a huge fan but after Jeff lended me a couple tracks -"

"Jeff did that, did he!" Eddie says brightly, staring at Jeff with bright, oh very bright eyes. He can practically smell the sweat (ew) pouring off him as he pointedly avoids Eddie's gaze in the mirror. So this is what he's been keeping from Corroded Coffin (aka their fucking metal band, Jeff) this whole time! And to think Gareth was betting on a secret third sibling this whole time (maybe they should cut back on the betting...at least when Dustin is around).

"Yeah!" Steve grins and oh fuck him no Eddie's lost all feelings for that beautiful glow of a smile because he likes fucking country music, goddamnit Steve - "Jeff's showed me tons of cool songs! Hey, how come you don't recommend me anything?"

Eddie sputters when Steve nudges him because um, ex-fucking-cuse you? "I recommend you songs all the time! Black Sabbath! Judas Priest! Overkill! Hell, I even told you KISS was a decent warm-up!"

"Hey, I tried KISS!" Steve's pout holds no power over Eddie, none, that's why he quickly looks away to stare right past Jeff's ear. "It's just...they're just all so, like, headbang-y. Jeff gave me songs I could, y'know, wash the dishes to."

"Ha," Trey's soft laugh snaps Eddie's attention because if there is another traitor in this car, Eddie will not hesitate to open this fucking door - "You put on Dolly Parton, Queen of Country, to wash the dishes of all things?"

And that hum, that damned sheepish chuckle, means that Steve's face is flushing and his eyes are avoidant and fuck. "It makes it more fun to do 'em, y'know, like I'm scrubbing and I'm begging Jolene to leave my man alone."

His. His man? As in, his man? Steve's man? Steve would have a man?

"Oh, I hear you," Trey laughs, fiddling with Jeff's fancy cassette player. "Me and Jeff used to belt out to Dolly all the time and if this is still in-"

Steve gasps as the opening notes to what Eddie assumes is a fucking Dolly Parton song. He wouldn't know because he has real taste and doesn't listen to -

"I'm begging of you, please don't take my man," Steve sings along to the music, his voice soft and crawling across Eddie's spine like a warm campfire in the cold desolation of a forest. "Jolene, Jolene -"

And then Trey is singing along too and his voice has more range but Steve's got the emotions. They're - it's like he's genuinely begging, crying out for a lover's loyalty, for a seductress to back away, to let him have this one man who means everything to him.

Fuck, Eddie's feelings are roaring real sweet and wild in chest as he stares at Steve's heartfelt performance, his focused brow, his wavering bottom lip -

"That was amazing!" Trey exclaims as the final Jolene peters out and he laughs along with Steve, with the breath-taking Steve Harrington. God, fuck. The something in his chest is crooning again and his fingers are itching to stretch into Steve's hair and - "You really can sing, Harrington!"

"Thanks," Steve nudges Eddie again and he doesn't even look away, doesn't try to hide his staring because god, fuck. "Not so bad for a country song, right, Eds?"

With the biggest sigh he's ever exhaled, Eddie nods and bangs his head against Jeff's headrest. He knows Jeff is laughing at him already. "Not bad at all, Stevie. Not bad at all."

I plan on uploading this to AO3 soon, although I'm still debating between posting the rest of the chapters exclusively on there or cross-posting the whole thing on both sites because I have behind-the-scenes things i like to put in the notes, so if anyone has any preferences, let me know! i'll probably do both but add some little author's thoughts to the AO3, maybe some Steve POV on there too

if anyone else had wanted to be tagged but wasn't, my apologies tag list: @ramyayaya @alienace @5pac3g1r7 @emly03 @tell-me-a-secret-a-nice-one @maya-custodios-dionach

#sailor✧writes #steddie #writing #ficlet #jeff stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #au content #sailing✧harrington charms hellfire

[danthepest]

Its always interesting to see the difference between how fans who have seen/read OG Dragon Ball before Z and fans who only watched Z perceive Yamcha as a character. Doubly so if they only watched the English dubs.

Z-only viewers treat Yamcha as this pathetic loser who is a regular cheater/womanizer and that of course Bulma would dump him for the murderous space pirate who barely a couple of years ago was indirectly responsible for his death among others.

Fans who have followed DB from the beginning know Yamcha is none of those things. Aside from his stint as a bandit, he was nothing but a firendly, helpful and respectful dude. Hell, it was Bulma who drove him away twice over petty nonsense and he still hoped that there was a future for them together. Their relationship was pretty toxic at times. Him cheating on her was a dub line and for some reason Toriyama decided that it totally makes sense Yamcha is a sudden cheater when it was Bulma who was drooling after every attractive dude before she settled on Vegeta. Gotta justify her banging the unrepentent space pirate somehow.

He took on the Saibaman for Krillin not out of arrogance, but to avoid the risk of Krillin dying again. At the time a second death would have been permanent. And he beat the little plant gremlin and was only killed due to the surprise attack, not because he was weak. To most OG fans, this wasn’t a meme or a lol-yamcha-so-weak moment. It was a shocking and iconic moment that really raised the stakes for the battle.

The whole womanizer thing is usually brought up or implied in the games and the like, but the main series shows no evidence of it. Trunks says his mom told him that he cheated, but as mentioned above, I take it with a container’s worth of salt.

And Yamcha could’ve easily been a prick about it. He was saddened, but he didn’t resent Bulma or Vegeta or even Trunks. He was humble enough to get out of the way during the Android scuffle since he knew he was dead weight by then and as such opted to take care of one of his oldest friends while the others kept fighting. It was Yamcha who told Trunks about how Vegeta reacted to Cell killing him. He didn’t have to do it, but did it anyway. When Vegeta had his dumbass Majin stint and then died, Yamcha comforted Bulma but never tried to take advantage of her. If that isn’t a good dude right there, I don’t know what is.

And before someone gives the “But Toriyama said” spiel, keep in mind that he manages to contradict himself multiple times with regards to Yamcha’s “womanizing ways”.

“Oh, he cheats now that he’s more confident”

“He has a girlfriend at the end of the Cell arc”

“No wait, he hasn’t really gotten over his fear of women, but worked as host in a host bar and then lost his job and lived with Tenshinhan and Chaozu for a bit”

Toriyama has always been forgetful towards his own series. His infamous conversation with Oda when Oda had to remind him who Tao was. He forgot Super Saiyan 2 was a thing. He forgot to draw Launch in the Boo arc and replaced her with #17. He fucking forgot that the recent Dragon Ball anime/manga was called DB Super, which is why the last movie was called Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero. So a lot of what the guy says in interviews is most likely the result of him making shit up on the fly because people just wouldn’t let Dragon Ball end.

Basically, Yamcha was the sacrificial lamp for most of the series. Was given a bad hand multiple times and is still a good dude in spite of it. I could write for days on how many issues I have with the Dragon Team just accepts Vegeta before he actually shows any redeeming qualities.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #yamcha #dragon ball super #i absolutely hate how much tfs dunks on the poor guy #and the fandom followed suit #i like vegeta dont get me wrong #but only during the saiyan and namek arcs #and towards the end of the boo arc #but i cant stand the fandoms fawning over him #dbz #dbs #db #dragonball #dragonball super #dragonball z #bulma #vegeta #trunks

[undeadsomulo]

Character Analysis: Sirica

Sirica.

 I've been thinking of this character like, a lot. Back then, during purgatory of reception week at formerly-known Fort Hood, I binged-watched KRBAY during my days slowly decaying in my barracks room going through the motions of being processed into my new unit. It was just comfort waves washing over me so a lot of details were mushy and I usually only watched it after I drank a lot. So I wasn't fully paying much attention to the episodes. 

Now, I have been rewatching it again to get some ideas (okay, mostly one episode) and this girl shows up for a sinful amount of short time in the entire series and she's the most interesting character ever?

I just realized something about episode 60. She has this really cool multi-weapon that isn't really made clear where she obtained it from but it does have the Holy Nightmare Logo on the handle. It seems like a high possibility that Holy Nightmare also manufactures weapons as well. 

Here's what I think and kind of connected these dots myself. I may not have been the only one to do it, but here's my humble take:

King Dedede is ordering his monster of the day. As he's talking about the "invader" CS speaks as if he knows of her. Immediately like "oh white alien girl?" there was some familiarity when talking about her. Also, I don't think it's a flimsy coincidence that CS sent the very monster that killed her mother. 

What am I getting at?

I think CS dude gave Sirica her weapon.

How would she have known that Meta Knight was on mission with her mother and the whole story of what went down? And not even really the whole story but somehow a painted version that Meta Knight left Garlude for dead? I think CS fed into it and I know that Kirby is target number one for elimination but the Star Warriors and Nightmare aren't exactly best friends. 

I fully believe it was in hopes that Sirica would take down Meta Knight AND Kirby but CS (who's canonically a dickhead) wanted to give Sirica a big hate boner for Meta Knight and then simply have Kirisakin just kill them all off. 

But I found it interesting that CS spoke of Sirica like he knew of her by extension through Garlude.

Also, Sirica sucks at aiming. Someone please give her aim bot. I'm not trying to paint her like some incompetent idiot, she's been around the block obviously, but I get the vibes she's still getting used to her weapon. I know it's a children's show and they can't exactly show characters getting riddled with holes but I like to think Sirica was only somewhat trained enough to use the weapon.

Like I couldn't totally see a young hot-blood, out for vengeance being easily manipulated and maybe CS guy casually training her. Like putting Sirica in some battle arena where she practiced against low-tier demon beasts. Honestly could totally see that. Then Sirica sent out on the hunt for Meta Knight after being spoon-fed some lies. 

Sirica knows how to use her weapon well enough to get what it needs to do and switch it to whatever she needs it to do but these are just some nuances I picked up on the English dub that I thought it'd be interesting if this were the case rather than "lol she must've stolen it". 

I may have glazed over some details, again I watched the English dub because I have to comb through YouTube and other sites to really find the episodes and the English dub is all I can really handle if I'm being honest. I could go into a little bit about how Meta Knight didn't immediately recognize Sirica either. Most likely because he never:

1. Has seen her grown up.

2. Never actually met her in the first place only heard of her through Garlude. 

I'm just saying Sirica had to remind him of her mother, and that can be chalked up to a lot of things because I'm sure Meta Knight has known a plethora of warriors in his time and has seen so many of them fucking die that eventually faces just start blurring together. 

Because life and precious time being against me, it has been a hot minute since I sat down and actually watched the anime. But I do casually still try to do so because now, as an adult, I can fully appreciate it more and even stem my own headcanons from it. 

#caide's bullshit #so don't come at me #Sirica #Silica #Whatever you prefer I don't care #kirby right back at ya #KRBAY #I'm posting this for myself #headspace ideas: Sirica #headspace: Kirby #Garlude #Meta Knight #Sort of #headspace ideas

[donotexterminateupgradepudding]

Black Sails - Captain Flint’s reading list.

Books are a key point of the storytelling in the first two seasons of Black Sails.  They help to reveal various aspects of characters and their relationships.  Being the nerd that I am, I decided to create a reading list based on Captain James Flint’s key books.

Not only did I bother to compile this short list, but I’m actually reading the books in the list.

The list in sort of the order that they are introduced to the viewer.

De Jure Belli Ad Pace - tr. On the Law of War and Peace by Hugo Grotius.  Published in 1625.  This is the first book Silver sees in Flint’s cabin.  Grotius was a well rounded Dutch intellectual who contributed to many fields but this piece in particular laid down a clear framework for [western] international law.  It is pretty easy to find used copies of this but it is split it up into three books and annoyingly not all online booksellers label it well.

Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes.  Published in 1651.  One of the two books on Flint’s desk that are partially illuminated by the lantern.  Important modern philosopher, interesting spelling inconsistencies (dude, decide if you want to say ‘we’ or ‘wee’) and clearly doesn’t have a great opinion on humanity but has great random quotes.  Like ‘of accidents of bread in cheese’.  However, holy crap, if you think what James struggles with in regard to war/civilization/pardons/human nature.  Yeah - spot on for Flint’s excellent character.

Free as an ebook or easy to find used copies or new.

The Republic by Plato(n).  ~375 BC.  This is the book underneath Leviathan and took me way more time to figure out than I’d like to admit.  Mainly, I could only make out the letters of ‘ton - he - public’ for each line on the spine of the book with the crappy lighting and not enough time from the camera shot to get a better look.  I wondered if the public was part of something else but thrown off by the ton in the author name until I figured out that Plato went by Platon and then I knew it had to be a translation of The Republic.

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. Published 167.  By one of the most famous Roman stoics and Emperors.  James’ most precious book due to who gave it to him and how it likely helped him try to take perspective in situations.

It is easy to find free ebooks, though I’m reading one of the older English language translations to be closer to 1715.  Overall, a very enjoyable read.  I may seek out one of the newer translations. La Galatea by Miguel de Cervantes. 1585 tr by Gordon Willoughby James Gyll in 1867.  This is the only English version I can find and describes it as a ‘pastoral romance’.  Miranda gave James the original version of Don Quixote to read and this book is his way to apologize to her when he left Nassau angry at her.  It takes some digging around to find the English version of this - Spanish copies are much more numerous and I couldn’t find an English ebook.

I’m not including Don Quixote b/c I just can’t seem to read that book.  All my previous attempts have failed so I’m not going to use it to understand Thomas Hamilton.  I also don’t know which Middleton play James gave to Miranda - he just said, “Middleton, I thought you’d like it.” and then smiled all proud of himself while bandaged drinking tea.

So there you have it.  Captain Flint’s season 1 and 2 reading list. 

#Black Sails #black sails meta #black sails captain flint #james flint #james mcgraw #black sails books #flint's books #hugo grotius #thomas hobbes #marcus aurelius #plato #miguel de cervantes

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Chapter 2. The Snickerdoodle

Chapter 1. 

The boys were so happy to hear that you didn’t mind the book club, they were thrilled to move it to Sundays from now on. This Sunday they were over at Gareth’s house, and he was so excited to be the “host” this week. 

Everyone decided that they would take turns hosting and that when you’re the “host” of the book club you’re in charge of the snacks, typically the snacks are some sort of cookie. And Gareth was prepared for this week's meeting. He knew the younglings were stressed over having to read Hamlet and Macbeth this week. The rest of the boys just couldn’t wrap their heads around how these freshmen could handle not one but two Shakespeare plays during the same week but apparently, what happens when you’re in honor English. 

Everyone is supposed to be over at three today and Gareth got up early to make some fresh homemade Snickerdoodles. His favorite cookies. He found his mom’s old recipe and gathered all the ingredients. He turned on some music and got to it. 

He wanted to double the recipe for sure, he thought two dozen cookies would be more than enough but somehow he ended up with much more than planned. As the cookies came out of the oven he moved them to a cooling rack, after they were cooled he plated them on some of his mom's giant platters she has for the holidays. As he puts in the last batch of cookies he tries to start cleaning up but then he really notices how many cookies he had made. “Holy fuck....How did I end up with nine dozen??? What are we going to do with 108 cookies!?” Just as he starts to panic the doorbell rings and he stares at the door with wide eyes, they’re early. 

He gulps and goes to open the door, before he can say anything Dustin enters the house rambling about how he isn’t going to survive this English course, and Lucas follows trying to calm his friend down. Eddie is the last one to enter rolling his eyes at the dramatic rambles of Dustin, he goes to greet Gareth but just as he steps in he takes a deep breath in, “Dude is something burning?” 

“MY COOKIES!!!” Gareth rushes to the kitchen and pulls out burnt to a crisp Snickerdoodle. He is cussing under his breath as he throws the very burnt cookies out, Eddie is chuckling under his breath. “I think we will be okay,” he says looking around the kitchen at all the platters of cookies, “There has to be at least a hundred cookies in here man, you have over nine of your mom's platters and there is nothing but cookies.” Eddie takes one of the cookies and takes a bit, he nearly moans from the taste, "These are your mom's recipes aren't they?" Eddie asks excitedly before grabbing zip-lock baggies and bagging some up. Gareth nods and Eddie smiles even more wide, "These are delicious, I'm taking a platter home myself." Gareth takes in his surroundings again and all he can do is laugh, “I swear I thought I was just doubling the recipe, I have no idea how this happened” He explains in between laughs. Eddie pats him on the back and grabs a platter in each hand.

He walks into the living area and sees everyone huddling over copies of the plays, he clears his throat to make an announcement. 

“Boys! Everyone better like Snickerdoodles!”

Taglist: @sweet-villain @eiightysixbaby @b-ritney @tiannasfanfic @zestychili @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @bloodthirstybreedingbunny​ @munsonsbaby​ @eddiemunsons-missingnipple​ @lofaewrites​ @djkeruigbbygirl @moonchildquinn

#The book club #Eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #gareth emerson imagine #gareth is a good friend #Hellfire club #Stranger things fluff #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson #The boys #Babysitting club inspired

[segredosjogados]

Bets and kisses

Reader meets Urban at a festival and they link. Kind of enemies to lovers.

Warnings: unedited / cursing

this is not my best work, i'm just procrastinating and decided to write

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Y/N and her best friend were vibing backstage waiting for Jack Harlow to come up and greet fans. Her bestie was a big time Jack Harlow fan, but his music didn't make Y/N's type, she was more into R&B like Summer Walker or trap like Roddy Rich. 

They were both waiting for Jack to appear when Y/N got bored and decided to go buy some beer for them. 

"Stay right here, ok?" she told her bestie. 

"What if he shows up, you're gonna lose meeting the man of my life!" her best friend said emphatically. 

"Girl, isn't he your fifth crush of the year? Like, who's the other guys? Can't keep up" Y/N replied nonchalantly and left for her beer. 

When she was making her way, went through a group of guys recording some videos. She made her way around past them to go to the beer parlor. 

"Yo, who's that?" Urban asked the other guy. 

"Dunno, prolly a Jack fan waiting for him or something." the guy replied plainly. 

Y/N grabbed her beer and started to walk back to where her friend was, only to find out she was nowhere to be seen. 

"Where did that bitch go?" she mouthed, loud enough for Urban, who was approaching her to hear. 

"Who're you're talking about?" he asked. 

"My bestie? Is this Jack Harlow guy coming to see his fans or what, we've been waiting for hours." 

"Not a good way to talk about my best friend."

"I call my best friend "bitch", do you really think I mind my mouth?" 

Urban laughed at her reaction, thinking that if she was going to play difficult, he would too. 

"Fine, so where's the bitch?" 

"You damn well wash your mouth before talking about my baby girl like that!" she exclaimed, raising the bottle of beer in her hand and taking a a long sip. 

"But weren't you..." 

"Did I curse your best friend out?" she dared him. Urban laughed, he liked the challenge. Plus that, Y/N was pretty good looking woman, almost his height, wearing a pink bikini top with a silky skirt and a pair of baby pink and white Nikes. 

"Fine, touché. Ok, let's make a bet: if you find your friend first, you give me a kiss. If I find Jack first and bring him to see your b... best friend, you choose what to do with me." Urban challenged. Y/N smirked. She liked the idea that this random good-looking dude challenged her in something she knew she'd win. Plus, she loved a good adrenaline feeling. And winning. 

"Ready to not be kissed... hm... you go by the name of..."

"Urban Wyatt. And you, English ma'am is..."

"Y/F/N. I'm not English tho. But let's get it." 

Both of them went for their challenges. Y/N walked around, taking sips of her beers and looking for her bestie everywhere. Urban knew where to find Jack so he went straight backstage and waited for his friend to arrive. Jack took less than 2 minutes to show up. Y/N's friend was already waiting. So, when everybody had a collective frisson seeing Jack, she hurried to see if her friend was there.

And there she was, giggly and holding her phone to take a picture with him. Y/N's face showed defeat, but she didn't let it surface through her words. 

"I guess I found him first, so..." Urban said, getting closer to her. Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Her friend looked at her in awe, same as Jack. Nobody understood what was going on. 

"I found her at the same time!" Y/N contested playfully. Urban got closer. His scent had a mix of cologne, weed and beer. 

"Admit you lost the bet, Ms. Y/L/N." he said getting closer to her face. She let in herself feel his scent and closed her eyes for two seconds. 

"Fine" she complained playfully again, getting her lips close to his,  slowly touching his upper lip then closely opening for a full kiss. Everyone around either gasped or cheered. Urban felt his body go numb with the softness of her kiss. She wasn't in a rush, like some girls that want other things, she was kissing him tenderly like she knew him from other times, taking the time to explore his lips, battle his tongue and find the perfect spot to hold her hand on the back of his neck. His hands rested on her lower back, bringing her closer, not wanting the kiss to end, running out of breath but keeping it going. Her lips were extra soft and moist, she let him play with his tongue after the battle and when they finally ran out of breath, she gave him two quick pecks and they unglued from each other. 

"I guess..." she started saying but was breathless "I paid the bet" she said, still close to his face. 

"I guess we gotta bet a new one" Urban played. "Your kiss is..." he started. 

"Just don't say anything. Kiss me again." Y/N said and Urban took no more seconds and kissed her again, in the middle of the crowd that formed around them, giving zero shits to who was around and entering their own new world. 

#urban wyatt #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt smut #jack harlow #jack harlow concept #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x you

[teecupangel]

Here for the same every week.

Pd: I was scared for the look in the face of Noah :(

My thoughts on Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6

Official English translation (the free chapters anyway) here

So, before we get to the ‘meat’ of my thoughts for this chapter, Edward is doing good on his part but the mystery is mostly contained in the modern-day part right now so that’s where I will focus on.

I will have to ask, is this something that Edward knew on his own?

Or is this meant to be something Noa did that goes against history?

Are we saying Noa’s Animus has the ability to change the past as he sees it? (Not the real past though but the past that the Animus is loading)

Annnyywaaayyy…

My head pretty much hurt when I was reading the modern-day part because it sorta doesn’t make sense?

This dialogue makes it seem like rejecting the memories would worsen the Bleeding Effect but that’s not what happened to Cal’s father in the film. He went blind because he refused to cooperate with the memories yet there was no mention of how he suffered from the Bleeding Effect.

I supposed the film’s side effects would have less canonical standing than ‘Shimazu’’s words in the webtoon?

Also… this part…

Are we saying that Edward, who wanted to meet his daughter after learning about her, the same Edward who returned to London with her, the same Edward who made a name for himself as a noble and made sure to provide for both his daughter and his son…

We’re calling Edward a deadbeat dad???

Look… let’s be clear, Edward made grave mistakes. How he left Caroline is a big red flag that points at him being a deadbeat husband even if he says he’s doing it for them but the ending of Black Flag shows that he wants to be better, he wants to be a good father.

Edward: Will you stay with the Assassins? Anne: No. I haven't got that kind of conviction in my heart. You? Edward: In time, aye... when my mind is settled and my blood is cooled. Sailor: Sail ho! Coming into the cove! Anne: You're a good man, Edward. And if you learn to keep settled in one place for more than a week, you'll make a fine father too.

And Edward's part in this webtoon is set 3 years after Edward and Anne had this conversation.

Edward was a lot of things but I refuse to believe that he was a deadbeat dad to Jenny growing up.

Dude, don't do Edward dirty like that.

I think this is Noa projecting his hatred for his father but Edward is not the right person to be used for this entire thing.

Hey, Noa. Wanna know who fucked up the Kenway family so badly?

This motherfucker.

The whole Kenway family drama started when he had Edward killed, Jenny sold off and indoctrinated Haytham into becoming a Templar.

For all Edward Kenway’s shortcomings and foolish decisions, I refuse to believe that he was ever anything but a good father to his children and Noa’s words, while I know came from the eyes of someone who don’t know Edward enough and someone who has a very bad relationship with his own dad, still managed to irk me.

At least Desmond had an actual bad dad to push his daddy issues to with Haytham and we can't even really call Haytham a deadbeat dad since his 'lack of contact' is because he didn't even know he had a son in the first place.

I'm just saying the Kenway men (actually, the Auditore-Kenway men) are not the right people to call 'deadbeat dads' in this scenario. An argument can be made for 'deadbeat husband' for what Edward did to Caroline but NOT deadbeat dads.

Now, for the other ‘main character’ of the modern-day era…

This line does not bold or add single quotation marks on the Shimazu so this could mean that she does believe she’s a Shimazu but the boss lady doesn’t believe she’s a Shimazu. Of course, this could also be an indication that the boss lady calling her ‘Shimazu’ with quotation marks was meant to show that she was stressing the name instead of implying she’s not a real descendant of the Shimazu clan.

Another thing… (this is more of a personal thing than anything so you can ignore this)

No.

God, no. Please don’t.

I already have a low tolerance for tsunderes in general, if this webtoon makes ‘Shimazu’ a tsundere with the development being she’d become more and more ‘dere’ for Noa, I’ll probably lose any interest I have in her. Tsunderes aren’t really my thing, especially if they physically abuse their ‘dere’ target which ‘Shimazu’ kinda did using the goons she had with her.

#please don't add romance between noa and 'shimazu' #the one between cal and sofia was already a bit iffy af #but atleast sofia was sorta kind to cal #'shimazu' has been nothing but a haughty bitch to noa this entire time #god there relationship does have a lot of similarity between cal and sofia #tsunderes are reaaaalllyyy easy to fuck up #assassin's creed #teecup analyze more than necessary #noa kim #edward kenway #teecup analyze and reacts to acft webtoon

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Hello again, thanks for answering! It almost gave me something when I asked the question, but now I think it's not as scary as before, well I have more questions! I'm sorry if there are many, and I apologize if my English is not very good.

1- Ok, we know that R!Tord would keep memories in case R!Tom died, but in the future no one would wonder who was that person for the Red Leader? I mean, the recordings, the painting, the monument and having a country blown to pieces out of nowhere? I guess people would think it was the Red Leader's couple, right?

2- What would be the reaction of the generals if R!Tord had told them the reason why he wants R!Tom?

3- Why I think that the one who is going to end up killing General Weth is going to be R!Tom?

4- The red soldiers are not going to wonder why R!Tom is still alive?

5- I know that this question will probably be answered in future chapters, but will R!Tom be able to freely roam the base? And please tell me that R!Tord will give R!Tom some clothes so he doesn't freeze to death.

6- What would be the reaction of Hillarson and the old unit of R!Tom to see that the Red Leader is "In Love" with R!Tom (I say "in love" because that is not love)

7- Where are Susan and Tomme Bear?

8- In some future we will see Mark and Eduardo?

Oh! and My girlfriend and my friend are proud that I sent you the questions,because they know that I am a very nervous girl and they probably knew that I would never send the questions, by the way my friend has one:

Now ask him how I can force my friend to see regimen and if he answers the comment, I read regimen.

Thank you for taking your time to answer my previous questions, Take care of yourself!

Ayyeee! Hi bud! Its nice to see that you dont think its scary to ask me things anymore hahaha answers below!

Well, people will wonder why Tom was so important, but I think they wouldn't really press for details in fear of Red Leader lashing out. Still, some will suspect that he was a lost love or some such, not that they'd try to confirm it anyway.

Well, shock, most of all, but they won't linger on it too much. RL's whims are very erratic, so at this point they would have already been used to it. So the shock will only last for a moment then they'll just accept it.

Hm, dunno.

They will. But you know. See above.

Hmmm. You'll have to wait for that :]

Hilarson would have a fit, because he knows how bad it would be to have RL's undivided, obsessive, attention. Same goes with Tom's old unit, which I hope you mean the 9th Norway Corps, as they would also do whatever they can to keep Tom away from the RA.

Susan is at home, Tommee bear might be as well.

Uhhhhh, well, I dont believe so, as Regimen will focus mainly on Tom and the other guys.

HAHAHAHA AND NO PROBS CHUM! I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to ask me questions :D

And as for what your friend said, I dont think I can force anyone to read the fic ahahaha, Im not that kind of dude. People can choose whether or not they want to read Regimen, as the story does deal with darker topics, so I wouldn't want to make somebody uncomfortable if they dont like what the tags say :PP

Thanks for stopping by again!!

#asks #lobosforeveranever #regimen ao3 #I feel so bad for regimen since Im fixating on other aus rn kdjgfdjkgm

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Rating every Eurovision final performance until I get bored (tw: opinions):

1) Austria : 9/10 not the greatest thing since sliced bread but a solid vibe, my kinda weird and pleasant musically, like the "ghostly" harmonies, scrarch my brain pleasantly, and as English lit student I appreciate poe.

2) Portugal: 5/10 not bad but legit don't remember anything and it just finished; piano riff sounded like I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

3) Switzerland: 4,5/10 feels very general-pop; good lyrics but the arrangement/melody makes me kinda too bored to really listen; formal line sounded like "Sk8ter boy" by Avril Lavigne

4) Poland (motherland, I'm so not proud, WHY): 4/10 song is generic summer radio pop, nothing original but honestly not the worst I've heard, tho I'm pretty sure I have heard a Latino/Spanish pop song at least very similar; also unfortunately heard fragments of this before and this performance is not too bad for her, at least she worked on it; why the dance solo (pun intended hehe) exists tho

5) Serbia: 6/10 man, the boi is pretty, but can he sing? Apparently not really 😬 visually interesting performance, auditorily not so much 😭 (dunno if it's a word). Points for originality tho, but will not stream.

6) France: 8/10 Strong vocals. Song is definitely not what I initially expected, which makes it more interesting. Really vibing. Honestly didn't find anything I didn't like aside from the length of her nails but their hers not my business. Maybe not "Eurovision crazy" enough to win but still love it

7) Cyprus: 3,5/10 pleasant voice but nothing special yet; song feels ESC-generic, don't like the falsetto high notes. Lyrics feel like AI generated broken heart song

8) Spain: 8/10 kinda arabic vibes? Great vibes, song very original, not my personal fave, but still amazing quality-wise imo.

9) Sweden 7/10 Loreen my girl this isn't Euphoria -level :( not bad, but nothing special, tho the singing is mostly amazing. Her nails are a safety hazard, sorry to the French lady.

10) Albania: 5,5/10 very Eastern vibe. Original enough, the main lady sings great, but the song doesn't really resonate with me so far. Don't like the dude.

11) Italy: 9.5/10 sounds like a generic pop but in Italian, and I like his bedazzled top. Ok, nvm, song is not groundbreaking but his voice makes up for it. Not sure if win material but "add to playlist material" for sure. Im pretty sure I've just heard "calzone" in there, prolly incorrect but don't care, extra point

12) Estonia: 9/10 not the most innovative but has 'something', like it so far. Would fit a fantasy soundtrack, maybe that's what has me hooked. The auto-playing piano cracks me up tho, same with the wrist-belts, but those take nothing from the performance.

13) Finland: 6/10 heard it all over Tiktok through last week and am fed up with it😬 is a vibe, but after too many times imo plain annoying. Points for the outfit, personally hate it but is already iconic. Unfortunately song is even more irritating live :/ but also frustratingly catchy, gonna be stuck in my head

14) Czechia: 7/10 was loving the slavicness, wish it didn't switch to English, ruins the vibe, also Female Power points. The performance doesn't give much to watch, but nice to listen to.

15) Australia: 8/10 yeah, never saw a dude in a car on stage before. I like the song very much, but not the most original in the genre. But, might be on of the best ones tonight.

16) Belgium 4/10 generic EDM pop, gives the same vibe as Be My Lover by La Bouche but worse and with Positive Message™️

17) Armenia: 6,5/10 pretty but? Im gonna forget about it in 5 mins or make it my personality for the next 10 days, but option 1 is more probable.

18) Moldova: 9/10 don't know what's going on but in a good way. I think this song may be doing to me what Chachacha was supposed to, tho it's not the greatest thing. (Got a bit bored in the edm interlude)

19) Ukraine: 3/10 feels like they knew what they wanted to say but unfortunately needed to make it into a song. Don't like it at all tbh, but organs in the background are cool.

20) Norway: 10/10 my fave!!!!! Haven't heard the beginning yet! Sounds like she has stage fright:( love tho pls win? Love how she looks like she's enjoying herself

21) Germany: 6/10 why is their leader cosplaying Vecna from ST???? Song stands out but, feels generic at the same time?

22) Lithuania: 6,5/10 life story but make it Disney soundtrack. Nothing we haven't heard on ESC before, but not bad. Pretty visual display .

23) Israel: 3/10 ummm no. Shame it isn't in a language I don't know, would like it much better. Like the voice, and the instrumentals at the beginning, but that's it. No, I didn't wanna see you dance. Choreo is nice tho.

24) Slovenia: 9,5/10 sounds like something I usually would like (i think(on second thought no, not really)) but I do. Guy has a good voice, love their energy, somehow they look friendly.

25) Croatia: 10/10 gay sailors who's mother bought a tractor? Eurovision at it's finest 😂 this one stands out like nothing else

26) UK: 2/10 don't be boring pls!!! Ok, you are ;( the intro was promising, then she started to sing... Nothing criminally bad, would bear it on the radio, but boring af

Disclaimer: I now nothing or next to nothing about the artists, their backgrounds etc. Also my ratings don't reflect any predictions as to who may win.

#eurovison song contest #eurovision 2023 #Eurovision final #esc