#I can't spend millions to show people i love them so i make them things

[moongothic]

The worst part about trying to figure out what Crocodile's deal is that because he's so fucking irredeemably evil in Alabasta... Like... Yeah he's just irredeemably evil. Like I love him but he did cause countless casualties, a ton of pain and suffering and literally attempted to blow up a million people

Like no amount of theoretical "trying to do it to save his son from the Government" or "trying to stop the Government from hurting anyone else" or just "doing it for the greater good" is going to make him any less of a mass murderer

But also Robin absolutely 100% helped with all of that shit simply because she wanted to read the Poneglyph for herself.

No amount of her intending to betray Crocodile from the begining and sabotaging his plans erases the fact that Robin also caused countless people to starve to death and die in the civil war. Her sabotages only succeeded out of sheer luck, and only spared the lives of the people at the final battle. She has the blood of countless innocents on her hands. Because she wanted to read history.

But her crimes were swept under the rug because she has a sad backstory and her sabotages worked out just at the nick of time by sheer dumb luck

So Croc??? Just??? Is there a chance??? At all???

But also he did literally intend to sell Buggy into slavery

Like, fuck Buggy, but jesus

What's also killing me is that we like. Don't know what Luffy thinks of Crocodile right now. Which really is like. The thing that will decide how we, as the readers, are supposed to feel about Crocodile. Luffy is our POV

Like we don't know what Luffy's opinion of Crocodile is after he helped save Luffy (and spared Ace once) during the Summit War. Like Luffy clearly fucking hated the man in Impel Down and the two interactions they had during the War weren't like positive (in the sense that Luffy himself didn't think of the interactions as particularly positive. Defending Whitebeard from being attacked once and then being like "wait what HIM?!" when Crocodile defended Ace. To be fair, in the midst of the chaos, there wasn't much time to spend on Pondering On Such Things because Ace needed to be saved, and Oda goes out of his way to not show us what's going on inside Luffy's head, because it's all meant to be out in the open anyways. Regardless, these weren't like "yay it's Crocodile! :)" moments for Luffy is what I mean)

But also Luffy was very grateful of Law for saving his life and was willing to put his trust into Law for their alliance- of course, they weren't explicitly enemies to begin with, rivals at most, but still. Luffy respects those who help him.

But also Luffy grew during the timeskip. Like he's not that clueless anymore (like he finally understands Hancock is in love with him etc), and similarly Luffy gets that Buggy is an absolute loser now. But also Buggy did also help save Luffy's life (even if it was by accident), and while IDK if Luffy is aware of that, I don't think that helped improve Luffy's impression of Buggy

So like. The fuck does Luffy think of Crocodile, at this moment? Even with the Cross Guild reveal, he didn't even really comment on Croc and just focused his energy on being confused about Buggy being "the leader" of CG. IDK it feels almost intentional or something, that we don't know what Luffy thinks?? Especially since we did get Zoro's opinion on Mihawk in the situation?? Or am I delulu?? (Sidenote. I'd love to know what Robin would have to say about Crocodile helping save Luffy's life. What Jinbei might think of the final words Crocodile left him with before blasting them out of Akainu's reach. But mainly just Robin's thoughts)

Like IDK my best guess would be that Luffy still hates Crocodile just the same but is like grossed out by technically owing him one??? In the classic

-kinda way, you know? And that he'd be just kinda confused about it?

Because I can't fucking imagine Luffy being like "oh we're cool now" with Crocodile, let alone "Yay Crocodile :) He saved my life!". But also like. Luffy does kind of owe Croc one. Kind of. And Luffy is usually very respectful of that kind of thing. Aaaaaaaa???

(Also does. Does Luffy even know it was Crocodile who yeeted him and Jinbei out of Akainu's reach to begin with. 'Cause he was unconcious. Knocked the fuck out. Does. Does Luffy even know. Did anybody tell him???)

I just.

There's the reasonable part of me that knows Crocodile is an irredeemable evil dickbag and everything he has ever said and done up to the most recent chapters support that. He is too far gone.

And then there's the absolutely delulu part that loves a tragic villian who gets a heartwrenching redemption that's looking for any fucking sign that could indicate Crocodile could maybe be one

#Moon posting #OP Meta #OP Spoilers #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Haunted by thoughts of one (1) evil middle aged man #IDK I was rereading Punk Hazard today while on the train and just. God there's like no difference between Alabasta Croc and Ceasar #I mean there is but no there isn't. Dude was doing essentially the same shit just this time with much more child abuse #And we all agree that Ceasar is scum of the earth and irredeemable. #But also he was doing everything PURELY out of self-interest without ANY sad backstory to counter balance it #I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE MAN I AM LOSING MY MARBLES #Kuma Flashback I Love You but I need to know what the fuck is happening with Crocodile so bad pleeeaaase #There's also like that note about Kuma saying he'd be wiling to make a deal with the devil just to protect his daughter #And If Crocodad Real. What a greater evolution of that but being wiling to BECOME the devil himself to protect your child #Also sorry about the Buggy slander but also not sorry. All that man is good for is being a punching bag for comedy as far as I'm concerned #He's very funny I'll give you that. And I'm looking forward to him and Shanks getting married

[mishsymishy]

-Digital circus/Reader Angst¡¡ Part2-

Warnings!!!: Guilt, past traumas, past losses, pain, obsession , confusing feelings, about thinking

(first,If there is any language error please tell me, English is not my first language Imao, and I never write angst gonna be honest)

You can take it as platonic or romantic, although it is more romantic

—

Caine!

— It's an AI..So he has felt artificial love for once in his entire digutal life and their love abstracts it, well it doesn't end well. He doesn't feel guilty, because he knows it's not his fault, but if he gets too sad, he tries not to show it so that others don't worry about why it's not as chaotic as before, although sometimes his decline is noticeable.

— He won't put you in the basement, Not with the others, because he knows that you are not like the others, you are his, and his sure you remember him..At least he wants to think that you recognize him.

—He will not leave you even if you are no longer you, if now you are just a dark black mass with eyes, he still loves you and waits for the moment when he can save you from being that thing. He does everything to know that he led you to that mental void, that he needs to improve, why he doesn't want that when he saves you (he's not sure if he can do it but he want to think so) you don't fall into despair again

—The first time they told him that someone had been abstracted, he didn't care much, it wasn't like it was anything new... I don't even pay much attention to other people's words ,but he didn't expect it to be you ,so when he put the black mess in the basement and he went to look for you to see if you were okay I mean he really cares about you and couldn't wait to comfort you. After seeing that you were the one who got abstracted, He refused to cross out your door and start to panic in silence .

—He goes back to the basement and quickly knows who you are, he takes you out of that place and locks you in, but he makes it as comfortable as possible although well, you don't seem to remember him. He spends 24/7 with you, it's like an obsession that you return to your normal state, he still loves you and he's not going to stop loving you, you were the only person he ever truly loved, not even the moon.

—He still continues with his daily missions and contests, he can't let others go crazy too, he can't make the same mistake (your loss has made him afraid of being alone in the digital circus , again) Although, they are beginning to doubt his strange behavior, as if he no longer watches them as much with his millions of eyes... as if he were busy with something else

—He WILL do everything he can and has in hand to return you to your original state. he doesn't care about the others abstracts, its only you and you.

—

Kinger!

-It's already screwed, but now much more. He lost two partners, so when you were normal, he was already dedicated to taking care of you as if you were a butterfly in a cocoon. He unburdened himself with you, he told you his closest sorrows and fears. So what he was wondering is, why didn't you tell him? Why didn't you want his help? Was he the reason you left? Is he the problem?

-He feels guilty, very guilty. So much so that I no longer want to become friends with someone, he is afraid that they will leave like the others, like you. He thinks he's lost you forever, he doesn't even think about the possibility that Caine can fix you, he just focuses on the fact that it's his fault and that he should be in your place, not you. You didn't deserve that fate, he does.

-He misses you a lot, and many times he forgets that you are no longer with him. Once he came out of his pillow fort looking for you to tell you facts about ants, he stood inches from his pillow fort and muttered something quickly, getting back in, as absolute silence was heard.

- Some are worried about him, like Ragatha or Gangle (who she tried to cheer him up with her happy mask, but it's just being yelled at in the face and him running away). He was the first and the one who lasted the longest so it wouldn't surprise them if he was next, which is more likely to happen. Jax stopped him from bothering him by trying to make a joke, which he quickly regretted when he saw him in a dismal state .

- He has a pillow in his hand, gripping it tightly while he looks at it with his eyes, fixed on the pillow, he had hidden from the others in a place a little hidden from the bright. He didn't know why but he didn't want to be here alone again. He felt the emptiness inside him again, only now it was three times as painful, he squeezes the pillow tighter while closing his eyes tightly.

I didn't know when or how, but it was no longer 'him', now only it's ,him remains and one more abstraction. At least he wanted to be able to see you one more time, even if it's both this way, he doesn't care anymore. He loses the sense of thinking while it is only a black mass with eyes

—

Zooble!

-Act like they gives a shit, Although when they see you abstract they just stay silent like it's just you? and them in this whole digital world ,others at least don't notice it that your loss affected them in so many ways.Surely they will stop making annoying or realistic comments, they will miss some but they won't say more, people like Jax did notice that detail, when something with a problem happened they is no longer the usual Zooble, the one who is realistic and stops Jax from making more disasters and more,now she just leaves faster and more frequently, as if they wanted to be alone with them memories.

-they feels guilty for letting you ruin yourself in this place, they can imagine why you became abstracted and they doesn't forgive theyself. Although such a loss for a trapped person may be the end, it will only make they want to get out of there more, Having it as a main objective (the second would be to never love or get attached to anyone again in that place)

-they wants to go out for you, although they wanted to go out with you and mostly thought about scenarios of you together in the human world.Now that you're not here them desire to do everything except go out has mostly gone away, so that you can feel proud of them wherever you are, And it's good to lose them to abandon you

—

finished! YAYYY (I update it quickly because I forgot about Zooble)

#the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc x reader #caine x reader #the amazing digital circus caine #jax the amazing digital circus #tadc kinger #kinger x reader #tadc caine #tadc #the amazing digital circus ponmi #the amazing digital circus ragatha #tadc jax #tadc pomni #angst #lovers #friendship #tadc zooble #zooble x reader #the amazing digital circus zooble

[jenniferjareauwife]

super clingy jj on a long haul flight

Couch Please

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 583

summary: jj really wants to cuddle on the jet

I was woken up by someone whispering in my ear. I tried to ignore them and cuddle up to my blanket more but when I felt a kiss on my temple I knew that it was JJ. I opened my eyes groggily and noticed that we were the only two people on the jet still awake. "What?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Couch please."

"What?"

"Couch." She pouted. "I want to cuddle."

"I don't wanna move." I groaned quietly. "I'm comfy. Can't we cuddle here?" She shook her head. "Fine." I huffed and silently made my way to the couch, waiting for her to lie down first since I wanted to lay on top of her and be the little spoon.

She lied down and patted her chest. I plopped down on top of her, making her groan a bit before I snuggled up to her. I rested my head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat, all my thoughts melting away once she put her blanket over me and her arms around me. She only shared her blanket with me and no one else. It made me feel special.

It had been 30 minutes and the turbulence was keeping us awake. I whimpered a bit and moved up her body so I could bury my face in her neck. She held me as close to her as possible, wanting to feel my whole body on hers. "You ok?" She whispered.

"Can't sleep."

"Here." She slowly turned so she was on her side and holding me against her front, stroking my hair and rubbing my back, giving me as much affection as possible. She left kisses everywhere she could reach, making me melt into her as my face heated up in a blush. "You are so adorable." She whispered to me, making me blush even more. "So cute." She squeezed me as tight as she could, making it hard to breathe. "I just wanna kiss you all over and give you all the cuddles in the world because you deserve it."

"I don't know about that-"

"You deserve it!" She declared in a whisper as to not wake everyone up. "So I will do it." As soon as I lifted my head up to look at her she kissed every inch of my face, spending a few minutes just kissing me everywhere she could reach, not stopping until I was a blushing and giggly mess. "I. Love. You. So. Much." She whispered between rapid kisses.

"JJ...JJ stop you're gonna wake people up!" I panted from all the laughing.

"So? I don't care. I just want to show my beautiful girlfriend how much I love her."

"What's gotten into you?" I asked with a soft laugh.

"This last case has taken a long time and I can't even remember the last time I got to just lay down and cuddle and kiss you." She shrugged. "It's my favorite thing to do."

"Really? It's your favorite thing to do?" She nodded in confirmation, making my heart melt. She really knew how to make me feel loved.

"I love you more than everything and everyone combined." She pulled my face back into her chest before giving me a tight squeeze again. "Don't forget that because I will keep saying it."

"Ok. I won't forget it. I love you too." I lifted my head up a bit so she could give me a million forehead kisses.

"You're my favorite person ever."

"And you're mine."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post

[ur-dad-satan]

All the brothers' official and unofficial love languages (headcannon) <3

Grandpa Luci

I think Grandpa Luci's official love languages are quality time and acts of service. No matter if you're just hanging out in his office while he works, having a little dinner date, or he's making your legs quiver, he just likes to be around you. He also likes to take care of things for you when you're really tired or overwhelmed.

I think his unofficial love language is sharing his music. If he's comfy enough, he'd listen to music with you over a nice glass of Demonus. And if you're lucky or he's drunk enough, he may dance with you. There may even be some cursed records that he hasn't even shared with Dia that he's willing to share with you.

MamMoney:

His official love languages are words of affirmation and receiving gifts. Being verbally abused by his brothers all this time can often make him sad and feel bad about himself. Let him know how much he means to you and he'll melt. Also, receiving gifts let's him know that you were thinking about him and that he deserves nice things.

His unofficial love language is sharing his interests. When he find out that you like the same things he likes whether it's games, gambling, or a favorite color, he will not let you go. He'll go out of his way to find a way to do your favorite things together.

Levia-Chan

His official love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. That jealous boy's mind is always going a million miles a minute and his anxiety is almost always through the roof. Let him know that he's okay and that you're there for him and he'll go weak in the knees. He also loves hanging out with you. Whether you're playing games, watching movies, or just doing your own thing in the same room, he loves it.

His unofficial love language is being absolutely unashamedly himself. He knows that some of his hobbies are conventionally "weird" and uncommon, but he likes them. He doesn't mind if you're not into these things, but he likes that you don't judge him or make fun of him for his likes.

Cat-Tan

His official love languages (even if he says he doesn't have any) are physical touch and quality time. (he like me frfr) He doesn't like many people touching him, but for you? He would crawl in your lap like a cat to get you to touch him. Whether that ends innocently or not depends on the vibe. He also likes hanging out with you specifically. He doesn't really care if you're mad at him and not talking to him; he'll be at the foot of your bad out of view. You know he's there by the occasional page turn, but you can't stay mad at him for too long.

His unofficial love language is books. Obviously. Whether it's an old book, new book, one that he's already read, or one he's been meaning to get his pretty little hands on, if it's from you or one of his brothers, he's going to treasure it. Even if he doesn't show it, it's now immensely special and he'll destroy the entire Devildom if anything happens to them.

Asmo (slut lovingly)

His official love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. The physical touch doesn't need to be sexual even if he is the avatar of lust. He would internally melt at even holding his hand or kissing his forehead. (am I projecting? Probably.) The same goes for words of affirmation. He already knows that he's the prettiest and hottest demon in all of the devildom. Tell him that he's so so smart and so talented. Tell him that he has an amazing personality.

His unofficial love language is fashion and makeup. If he's sharing his clothes with you, you're so in. Ask him to do face masks and nails and you won't be able to get rid of him for hours. He'll gush over how much your makeup looks so good on you or how much your makeup looks great on him. He'll take you shopping and spend almost as much on you as he spent on himself.

Beelie-Boo

His official love languages are acts of service and quality time. These two go hand in hand. This gentle giant just likes being around you; it doesn't matter what you two are doing or for how long as long as he gets food after or during. He doesn't mind sharing food with you but he gets most of it. He especially loves when you two cook together. It's a bit of a struggle, but it's so worth it. He even likes working out with you because he can make sure you're doing it correctly and hang out with you at the same time.

His unofficial love language is taking care of everyone. He may be pretty inexpressive with his face, but his actions speak way louder than his expressions ever could anyway. One of his brothers is sick, hurt, sad, upset, or anything else for that matter? He's immediately going to try his best to help of get someone else who knows what to do. He cares about his brothers so much it hurts.

Baby Belphie

His official love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. He loves spending time with people he cares about, especially his twin and you. He may not seem like it, but he actually does love spending time with his older brothers including Luci even if he won't admit it. He could even be sleeping in the same room as his brothers are hanging out in and be happy. Also, even though he's not as insecure as Mam or Levi, he still likes to be reassured that he is wanted and loved by his brothers. He needs to know that some things are not his fault and out of his control.

His unofficial love language is stargazing. He loves looking up at the stars in the devildom. He would absolutely melt if you were to take him stargazing in the human world. He would love a planetarium and want to go back all the time with Beel and then with all of his brothers. He would probably want to marry you if you took him to look at human world stars.

#obey me crack #obey me mc #obey me memes #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luci #obey me mam #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

[alinataylorsversion]

Sleepless Nights

Tom Blyth smut

Warnings: Smut,fingering,oral sex(fem receiving),choking,insomnia.

Word count: 3,342

I couldn't have asked for a better life with Tom. We met on the set of The Hunger Games, started dating shortly after that, and we've been living together for two years now. Life was perfect. Up until Tom took a job offer, that included him being on the other side of the country most of the time.

Tom has been away for work for three weeks now. This wasn't the longest you've gone without seeing him due to this job, but that doesn't make it any easier. But today is the day he comes home.

It's about noon right now and I just got out of the shower. I'm supposed to be picking up Tom from the airport at two. To say i'm excited, is an understatement. You have no idea what loneliness feels like until you have to go weeks on end without seeing the person you love. To have to sleep alone every night, in the bed that you're meant to share with the one you love.

As I stare at myself in the mirror while getting ready. I notice the dark circles under my eyes. I spend most of my time ignoring them, considering people tend to think I am inconsiderate when I clarify that the only reason I can't sleep at night is because my boyfriend isn't home. There are bigger problems I could have than missing my boyfriend. So I hide it. I know Tom will notice right away, which is why I apply extra makeup underneath my eyes.

The airport is a fair drive away, so I tidy my things, and get ready to leave, Considering I plan to stop and grab coffee for Tom and I on the way.

Being with a movie star definitely had its perks, considering I just walked out of a million dollar house and I'm about to step into a 2022 range rover. It almost makes me feel guilty having problems with him being away so much.

Driving on the freeways always scares me. Which is why when Tom is here, i'm never the one to drive on long journeys like this. I change lanes and start to exit the freeway, to the street that conveniently has a Starbucks, and leads to the airport. Once I have both my go to refresher, and Tom's favourite, an Iced oat milk latte, I drive the last five minutes to the airport.

As much as it sucks, there is no point in me leaving the car once I get there. Tom flies private, there is no luggage claim, or anything like that to wait for him at. He will simply walk off the plane and head to the parking lot, where I am waiting for him.

His plane was supposed to land ten minutes ago, so he should be coming around the corner within the next fifteen minutes.

When I see him, I kid you not, a huge weight just got lifted off my shoulders. He's walking towards the car, bags in hand, as I get out of the car and run up to him. Before I even get there, he is dropping his bags and opening his arms to wrap around me.

As soon as I enter his warm embrace, I break.

Tears flowing down my cheeks, soak into his sweatshirt. His arms wrapped around me feel like home.

"Don't cry, love," He whispers into my hair before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I only wrap my arms tighter around him.

We stand like that for a couple minutes before he pulls away and takes my face in his hands. I bring one of my hands to rest on top of his. Just then do I notice there are also tears forming in his eyes as well. He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it. His lips move perfectly in sync with mine. He kisses me like he has been starved for weeks and just now he is getting the relief he needs.

All I want at this moment is to be home with him. Just the two of us in our own space where I can be myself again and not put on a show for everyone else. I kiss him with just as much hunger as he does to me. His tongue enters my mouth and I almost forget where we are for a second while his tongue caresses mine.

Not only have I been so physically distanced from him, I've felt so emotionally far as well. At this moment, I have never felt closer to him. Like i'm giving him all my emotions through our kiss.

A few moments later, he attempts to pull away, but I don't let him. My hand on the back of his head pushes his lips back to mine. He laughs through our kiss and pulls away again.

"Love you have me all to yourself again, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." His hands slide down from my face to my hips. "Let's go home, then you can kiss me all you want," He chuckles.

I look down at my feet and smile, The blood rushed to my cheeks. He leans down to grip the handle of his suitcase, and grabs my hand as we walk back towards the car.

He places his suitcase in the back, and goes to the drivers seat without me even having to ask him to drive. I take my seat on the passenger side, and he reaches over to place his hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

I lean over the smallest bit and wrap my own arms around his that is reached over to grab my thigh. My head rests against his arm as well. He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my forehead. I can see the blood rush to his cheeks. I love the fact that all this time later, I can still make him blush.

"I love you," I whisper into his arm.

" And I love you more," He puts the car into drive and we start the trip home.

I don't let go of him the whole ride home. And his hand doesn't lift from my thigh once. Not even to drink his coffee, he would take his hand off the wheel to do so. Even though that definitely isn't safe.

Once we got home, Tom placed his suitcase in our bedroom and came back out to find me waiting patiently for him beside the kitchen island.

He comes over and wraps his arms around me, while I bury my head into his chest. "You okay?" He reaches down and pushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I missed you so much," I whisper, pulling away from him to rub my eyes.

" Well I'll tell you what, Tonight we can do whatever you want. You want to stay home and cuddle, perfect. You want to go rob a bank, i'll go buy ski masks." He smiles as he tries to make me feel better.

"I just want to cuddle with you," I admit.

"Well let's both go get into some comfier clothes, and we can order takeout for dinner, and watch that Taylor Swift tour movie you love so much." He says, knowing I couldn't say no to that.

"Chinese?"

"I wouldn't expect anything else." He laughs at my sudden enthusiasm. "And then we can have a bath later, and open up a bottle of wine while we're in there"

"Okay" I look up at him, and lean in to kiss him before going to change.

An hour later we're cuddled up on the couch, my head in his lap, while he plays with my hair. It takes everything in me not to fall asleep in that moment. The next minute, the doorbell rings, alerting us that the delivery guy is here. Tom gently lifts my head from his lap to go retrieve the food.

When he comes back, I'm sitting up waiting for him. He places the bag on the coffee table in front of us, opening it to grab the food and hand me mine. I give a quiet "thanks" and begin to eat as the Taylor Swift Reputation tour film plays in the t.v.

We sit in silence as we eat. My legs bent to the side and my knees slightly on top of his thighs, trying to get as close to him as possible.

He chuckles softly, clearly seeing what i'm trying to do. He places his container down on the table, and reaches his arms around to grab me and move me into his lap. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and places it over our legs, and my middle. He then continues eating, and I lean the side of my body back against his chest, and continue eating as well. We stay cuddled up while we eat, and for a few minutes after we finish.

Eventually I turn my head up to bury my face into the crook of his neck, while wrapping my arms around his torso. His arms immediately tightened around me, holding me close. I gently place a kiss on his neck, and another.

Tom pulls back to take my face in one of his hands, and leans down to press a soft kiss against my lips. I'm not one to immediately want to have sex when him and I are cuddled up, or being intimate in general, but right now all I want is for him to keep kissing me. He keeps the kisses soft and gentle. I made up my mind as I brought my hand to the back of his head and deepened our kiss, my tongue brushing against his lips, as if asking for permission.

In response, his tongue slowly brushes against mine, and mine enters his mouth. I can feel him smiling through the kiss and he pulls away slowly, his hand coming to the side of my neck to gently hold me in place.

"Are you sure, baby? We can just cuddle if you want, we don't have to do anything," He says as he makes immense eye contact with me.

I don't care about my dignity at that moment, even though I never have to with Tom. I take his hand that was resting on my lower thigh, just above my knee, and bring it higher up on my inner thigh in response. The side of my head goes to rest against his shoulder as I look up at him, and his hand that was once on the side of my head now wraps around my shoulders. "I want you to touch me."

He glances down to where I moved his hand, and looks back up at me before leaning down to kiss me again. He goes to wrap his arm around my torso and moves me to straddle his lap, his hands resting on my hips, still kissing me. I move even closer to him as my hips move forward to rest on top of his growing bulge, Which causes him to tighten his grip on my hips, and inhale sharply.

My hands go to his hair, as I run my fingers through it. Both our tongues fight for dominance, but I quickly let him take the lead. My hips grind down into his, causing him to take a sharp breath in, and me to let out a small whine, which is quickly masked by his tongue making its way back into my mouth.

All of a sudden, he is picking me up, standing with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he carries us to our bedroom. I lean down and press kisses against his neck, my tongue softly brushing against the skin there.

Once we get to our bedroom, Tom slowly lays me down on our bed as he continues kissing me. He moves so that he is on top of me, and starts trailing kisses down my neck. I turn my head to give him better access as he goes lower down my body, slowly lifting my shirt and placing kisses all around my navel. He leans back to sit on his knees, one on either side of me, and slowly reaches to pull my shirt up over my head.

Before he has the chance to lean down to kiss me again, I lead up and reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, only breaking eye contact when the shirt does it for us. I toss the shirt to the right of me, off the bed, and move backwards on the bed so my head rests on the pillows.

He stays in between my legs, his hands both on my outer thighs as they're spread for him to fit in between. He reaches down to undo the string tied up on the waistband of my sweatpants. He goes to pull down my sweats and I lift my hips to help him.

Once my pants are off, he leans down and continues pressing kisses around my navel, slowly bringing those kisses lower and lower. He presses a kiss directly below the white bow sitting on the waistband on my underwear, right above my clit.

I can now feel the wetness between my legs and I know he can tell just how wet I am, even above my underwear.

All of a sudden, his tongue softly brushes against my clit above me underwear, causing me to grind my hips up against his face. "Please Tom, stop teasing me," I beg him as he looks up at me and places a kiss right on top of my clit while making direct eye contact with me. I slightly throw my head back as my jaw drops and my eyes roll back. I hear him chuckle before he moves back to grab the top of my panties and pull them down my legs.

Once they're off, he leans down to kiss me, and brings his hand down towards my core. His fingers lightly brush against my wetness.

"You're so wet for me," He says in between kisses. His fingers continue to explore my wetness before he slowly pushes one of his fingers inside me, curling it to hit my g-spot perfectly.

My lips part from his as my jaw drops and I let out a louder moan than I expected to. My hand reaches up to cover my mouth, but Tom is quick to reach up and remove my hand from my own mouth and place it around his neck. "Don't hide those sounds from me. Let me hear you, love." He adds another finger to the mix and continues curling them against my g-spot.

That makes me lose it, and I let out a loud moan as I grind up against his hand. His thumb goes to rub on my clit, and I throw my head back in pleasure. I get close to my orgasm embarrassingly fast. Tom continuing fingering me while rubbing my clit almost throws me over the edge, but I need more.

"Choke me," My voice comes out high pitched and desperate. "Please. Please choke me," I beg as he leans down and kisses me, hard. His hand comes up to wrap around my throat and he squeezes the column of my throat tightly, like he knows I like. And it pushes me over the edge as I throw my head back, and my eyes roll back, just as the pleasure takes over, and i'm no longer able to control the sounds coming out of my mouth.

My legs shake as his fingers continue their rough assault against my g-spot, riding me through the blinding pleasure he is giving me. My head fuzzy, and my lungs desperately trying to get air as he keeps his tight grip around my throat.

"There you go. You're such a good girl for me, cumming so hard around my fingers," His hand slightly loosens to let me catch my breath, his fingers slowing their movement inside me as I come down from my high.

I don't know how long I lay there before I open my eyes. But when I do, I'm dressed in one of Tom's shirts, and a clean pair of my underwear, while laying underneath the blankets. I look over to the clock on the nightstand and see that it's just past eight.

I immediately go to sit up, ignoring the slight ache in my abdomen. I head towards the kitchen to see Tom washing the dishes that were left there from breakfast and lunch today.

As soon as I enter the room, Tom drops what he's doing and makes his way over to me. "Hey, love. How are you feeling?" He looks concerned.

"Did I fall asleep?"

He reaches to push a piece of my hair behind my ear, gently cupping my cheek afterwards. "Yea you passed right out. Had me worried there for a while."

I groan as I reach up and bury my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry, that was so rude I-," He cuts me off by wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me closer to him, still making eye contact with me.

"Shhhh. Don't do that. You were exhausted, I could tell."

"That still doesn't give me the right to leave you hanging after you did that for me, especially when you just got home," I explain, my voice distressed.

He reaches up and places both hands on each side of my face, holding it softly. "You were exhausted. It's perfectly fine, you didn't have to do anything for me in return, you know I don't expect that of you every time, my love," His eyes completely softened.

"I know that, I just feel bad," I bury my head into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and scoops me up bridal style.

"Come here, baby," He brings us over to the couch and sits down. "Listen to me. I don't want you feeling bad at all, okay. You are absolutely perfect, and you falling asleep doesn't change that at all. You think I don't see the dark circles under your eyes, Baby you haven't been sleeping. If anything, I'm glad I could finally help you get some rest."

I sniffle and cuddle my head deeper into his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I all of a sudden start to feel ashamed.

"No baby, don't apologize, you can't control it. Tonight i'll be there with you, and i'm not going anywhere. I'll be right there to sing you to sleep like you love so much."

I look up at him through glossy eyes. "I love you so much" I whisper.

"And I love you more." He leans down to press a kiss to my forehead. "How does that bath sound now?" He asks softly.

"Amazing" I let out, sounding more like a groan than a word. But he understands me nevertheless.

He smiles and lets go of my legs to allow me to stand. "You go get ready and I'll go open a bottle of wine, okay?"

I nod with a smile and make my way to the bathroom to draw the bath. I add Tom and I's favourite vanilla essential oil to the water, along with some bubble bath. Tom comes back with two glasses of red wine and we both make our way into the bath.

We spend an hour talking about sweet nothings, washing each other's hair, and drinking the rest of the bottle of wine before making our way back into the bedroom for bed.

I put on another one of Tom's shirts and opted for a pair of his boxers instead of my underwear. We crawl under the covers and I cuddle up as close as humanly possible to him, practically on top of him, my face buried in his neck.

That was the best sleep I'd had in weeks.

#tom blyth smut #Tom blyth #Tom blyth fluff #Coriolanus snow #The hunger games

[sweetbottletops]

Neat little interview with Arai Sumiko.

(Bad MTL below the cut. Especially note already nuanced love talk in the original language further removed by MTL)

── What was the idea for the story of two girls, Mitsuki and Aya?

I've always wanted to draw a story between girls. I also like the story of two people from opposite worlds with gaps, and I think that's where I came up with the idea. I love to draw, and I used to post things like two-page comics with no dialogue on social media from time to time. I thought that if there were no lines, it would be easier for people overseas to spread the word, and even if they didn't understand Japanese, they would enjoy it. One of them is the source of 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』.

──『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 received a great response when it was announced, and now Arai's X has more than 1 million followers. Was the announcement on social media also due to the ease of communication overseas that you just mentioned?

I didn't think it would be like this, so I didn't think too much about it (laughs). I was very happy to be able to connect with people from overseas through SNS. There was a time when I lived abroad, so I feel that spending time in a completely different environment has made me who I am today. Perhaps, the number of stories between women in the world is not as large as that of love stories between men and women, or between men, so it may have been suitable for social media.

── Why did you want to depict the relationship between two girls?

I think the relationship between women is very intimate. That feeling when we got really close…… They wear matching clothes, listen to the same music, and spend hours together without talking. It's not like love, it's a love that has always been there. Isn't love over when you break up? I have a bit of a prejudice in me, and I want to draw something that transcends it. If we can be together even if we don't have a relationship title, I think that's love. I'm sorry, it's hard to understand.

── I've always longed for a relationship that can't be named, or a relationship where it's just two people, so I feel like I understand it.

We all have a lonely part and loneliness that we can't share with others. Especially when you're young, everyone has a lot of different feelings. However, I think that if I can create an existence that resonates with such a soft part of my heart, it will last a lifetime.

── How did you come up with the character of Mitsuki, who was thought to be mysterious older brother, but was a cool girl? It's completely my preference, but I love people who are women but can see the masculineness, so I created the character of Mitsuki from there. What if a sober girl actually has a tattoo? And such? I also wanted to depict her kindness. Mitsuki is unconscious, but she is naturally compassionate.

── Handsome and gentle, isn't it? As a way of depicting sexuality, the feeling that the existence of the person is affirmed as it is, including the fact that she is a woman, is conveyed from the drawing, and it is exciting.

Thank you. I'm happy because I'm particular about the shape of Mitsuki's slightly bony wrist line, fingers, and nails. There are parts of the picture in Volume 1 that make me think, "Wow" when I reread it now, but I did my best to make Mitsuki's expression when she tells Aya that she wants to be friends. From the time of the name, I drew a lot of facial expressions (laughs). I've improved a bit at drawing, so I've been drawing a lot lately, and I think I'm good at it a lot.

── It's a memorable scene where the two become friends at school.

I love the American TV drama "Glee" (a music-comedy-drama about a high school choir where minorities gather), and I grew up watching that show. I was moved by the story of a sparkling person who seems to have everything, but in fact has emotions that cannot be told to others, so I wanted to draw it myself. Aya has that element in it. Aya is feminine on the outside, but she is shy. When it comes to other people, she's the kind of girl with a lot of grit who confronts her with a "huh?"

── In the second volume, the individuality of each of them became more apparent.

Mitsuki hides herself at school, but the way she hides her personality is actually very attractive. It's fun to depict how talking to Aya brings out more and more of her true self at school.

──It's so nice to be the most yourself when you're with the people you love. Being able to be yourself means having confidence in yourself. By not worrying about what people think, you will be able to see what you care about and the right person for you. Like Mitsuki brought Aya closer. The person who is most saved by being dignified is yourself. That's why I want to value my own individuality, and I draw manga with the hope that I will be able to do so.

── Music is also an important element of this manga. It is colored in two colors, yellow-green and black, which are rare in manga, and when I first read it, I thought it was rock.

Actually, I chose yellow-green 15 minutes before the first episode was posted on social media (laughs). I didn't think it would go viral, and I thought it would be nice to have a rock feel and a slightly dangerous color, so I put it in on a whim. That Last Minute Decision (the last minute decision) may have been a good one.

── NIRVANA and other music are featured in the film, but what is Arai's own musical journey?

When I was little, I loved BECK's album "Guero" the most in the world, and I remember dancing to it at my father's office. That's where my love for rock music started. NIRVANA's music is exceptional, but I also sympathize with frontman Kurt Cobain's feminism and pushing the boundaries of gender. I was an only child, so I spent a lot of time alone, and I moved to a place where I didn't speak the language, so I feel like I was able to cultivate my imagination while filling in the silence with music.

──Even in 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった 』 the music connects the completely different worlds of Mitsuki and Aya and expands them even further.

Let's see. The last scene of Volume 2 is very memorable for me. Aya stops Mitsuki from getting off the pedestrian bridge that can be taken as a stage, but I think it's a friend, and I think it's love. There's also a love for the music that Mitsuki makes.

── "This song connects the world!!" I was also fascinated by the straight line. Is there anything you keep in mind when drawing music?

In my case, I'm completely self-satisfied and just put in the music I like, and I can't say anything admirable, but I think a lot about which songs go well with each scene. There are scenes made from music, and the scene where Aya and Mitsuki hold hands in Volume 2 came to mind when I was listening to The Shins.

──Official playlist But it's also fun to read while actually playing music.

I'm a little embarrassed because I choose it myself (laughs), but I'm happy. I didn't tell anyone, but the official playlist is trying to arrange the songs that Mitsuki and Aya each chose so that they alternate as much as possible. Of course, the flow of music is the most important priority.

──Knowing that changes the way you listen even more! I'm looking forward to seeing what the future holds for them. Thank you very much.

[x]

(Is she a Dianna Agron stan? This is the second connection after this earlier in the year. Also I think this Glee thing gives her an honorary Tumblr diploma too.)

#I saw the typo hours later #I'm putting two and two together and declaring her a Dianna Agron stan #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #arai sumiko #green manga #manga

[alchemistc]

shoulda been a rockstar

Corroded Coffin makes it. Despite all odds, despite all the shitty crap that went down in '85, Corroded Coffin goes on to have an illustrious career - they win awards and hit the top of the charts and people genuinely fucking love them. They change the fucking genre and then just keep growing from there.

They break up for a time in the aughts, and then when they're all in their middler ages they have a drunken night together and decide to get the band back together - they've got kids now, wives and families and a million other things and one day Gareth's kid pulls out a tape from one of the boxes Gareth hasn't opened in thirty years - spends a week searching thrift shops and ebay for a cassette player even though his dad definitely could find one way quicker and when he finally listens to it he's a little transported, because this stuff is - this stuff is raw, and it's just a bit mean, and - and the vocals are all wrong, the voice is -

Gareth's son brings it to the studio and they all sit around the booth and listen with wistful sad smiles and -

"That's Eddie, bud," Gareth tells him, and he struggles with the memory, trying to think of where he knows that name from but -

"I think we recorded this when you were still a freshman," Jeff says, but that doesn't explain who -

"You mean that guy who murdered those people in your home town when you were in high school?"

And they all sort of blink and pause and hem around the point for a bit but -

"Eddie wasn't - listen, bud, I know what the official version of events is but Eddie - he didn't -."

"He died, right?"

And they all nod solemnly and share quiet looks between them and he thinks probably that's the end of that, and he feels sort of bad about reminding them of their dead maybe murderous friend, but he's a teenager, so he sort of forgets about it after that.

---

The dudes he runs into on his way to the booth give Paul sort of a shifty look, and Paul takes them in - they're both about the same height and they both look very vaguely familiar but they're in the studio and Paul never pays much attention to his dad's colleagues - ones got thick rimmed glasses and a crooked nose and a weird scar on his neck, and the other has a nest of short dark curls piled artfully atop his head and a nervously giddy grin plastered across his face and they're holding hands and Paul doesn't know them, so when he asks his dad about it he just shrugs and tells him they're trying some shit out for the reunion album.

Paul promptly forgets about them, too.

---

Corroded Coffin releases three singles before the start of the reunion tour that fans go absolutely batshit insane for. Jeff doesn't sing in them, which Paul thinks is weird as fuck, because Jeff's vocals are like a cornerstone of Corroded Coffin but the singer in all three songs reminds him of -

"You told me he was dead," Paul says, arms crossed and the tape he'd tossed at his dad still laying in his dad's lap, and his dad sort of maybe panics a little.

"Paul, you can't - he is dead. Eddie Munson died in the earthquake and that's what the whole world knows."

"Who the fuck is Steve E, then?" Because that's what the vocal credits on the song say, and there's definitely royalties going to this Steve E guy, and -

"Paul, you can't tell a soul. According to all government documentation Steve E is Teddy Eller's husband, and he's the vocals on those songs."

"And the truth?"

"That's - complicated."

Paul's not going to tell anyone, but it still sort of pisses him off that his dad won't at least tell him because he can keep a goddamn secret, okay?

---

"You can't play them live," Paul predicts, the day before their first show, and he thinks they all kind of look like dweebs, dressed like they haven't all spent the last eleven years filling out and aging, but they're excited, and they're letting him go on the first leg of the tour, so. Whatever. They can do what they want, a bunch of aging rockers trying to relive their glory days.

But they can't play the new singles live. Not when those songs have a voice that distinctive and that voice is apparently attached to a face that's supposed to be dead.

"That - those songs, we didn't really record them for - it wasn't for us," Gareth tells him, and he maybe, sort of, kind of gets it

It's a shame though, because of everything he's ever heard from CC's discography, these are some of the best.

"You could make it a gimmick, you know. Like - Corpse, or Daft Punk, or - that weird band you like, the ones with the cartoon avatars "

"The Gorillaz aren't weird, Paul, they're art."

He doesn't even bother to respond to the suggestion, and - that's that, Paul guesses.

---

"Shit shit shit -," the guy standing in the wings says, and Gareth sighs, rolls his eyes, grabs Paul by one elbow and the curly haired guy by the bicep and he drags them both further into the bowels of backstage.

"Where's Steve?" he asks, and the other middle aged guy from the studio with a different set of glasses on this time guiltily pops his head out from behind a massive amp.

"Hey Gare," he says with a dorky little finger wave, and Paul stares at them for a beat.

"Holy shit you're Steve Harrington." In his dad's freshman and sophomore yearbook, his dad has drawn devil horns on the preppy kids face. He only remembers because when he pointed it out, his dad had laughed hysterically for like ten minutes and muttered "I didn't draw that shit, his fucking soulmate did that when he was pretending he still hated his goddamn guts."

"Not technically?" Glasses says. "I changed my name when I got married."

"YOUR FAKE-DEAD HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND HAD AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE WITH THE PREPPY JOCK?"

Glasses blinks. Curly haired vocalist grins. "When you put it that way it is kind of cliche. Steve, I want a divorce."

"Oh gross," Paul says, because they're looking at each other all fond and lovey like his parents do right before they start playing shitty 90s love ballads really loudly from their bedroom.

"Super gross," his dad repeats, but he's darting his gaze between the two like he's watching one of those romcoms he pretends to hate whenever mom picks the movie.

"Eat my shorts," Curly Hair says, and it's the single most embarrassing thing Paul's ever heard so he sort of just sneaks away before his dad has a chance to figure out why the fuck they're hanging backstage like they're going to crash the bands show.

---

Paul still calls him Teddy even though the rest of the band drops the "T" any time they're not surrounded by managers and publicists and adoring fans. He's - the single most annoying person on the planet but also the only person Paul knows who can actually hold his weight when Paul starts debating about some obscure piece of music trivia. Teddy runs a D&D game in breaks between cities and fights Paul on game mechanics constantly because Paul hates min-maxing and Eddie doesn't give a shit about it as long as the RP is good, and Steve still puts on one of those stupid fucking masks once in a while and pretends to sing Teddy's vocals while Teddy wistfully watches his husband showboat in the wings of the stage.

His last night with the band before CC heads overseas and Paul has to go back and figure out how to do a summers worth of reading in two weeks, he corners Teddy halfway through a super-embarrasing gyration Steve's doing onstage to a lyric Paul hadn't realized was so suggestive until that very moment.

"Don't you hate it?"

Teddy looks at him sharply, and Paul knows - knows he fucking hates that this is the closest he'll ever get to that rockstar dream he probably spent his formative years imagining. He's got a limp that never goes away, and one time they'd all snuck into the hotel pool after hours and Paul had seen the map of scars across Teddy's torso, and sometimes Teddy reaches for the air close to his neck and makes a surprised face like he was expecting to have something their to dig his fingers into. And sometimes Teddy and Steve get maudlin and quiet and haunted and the band sort of pretends it's not happening until they snap out of it

"You ever heard of Damien Echolls?" Teddy asks instead of responding to the question, and it takes him a second but his mom is obsessed with true crime podcasts and it clicks, eventually. Paul nods solemnly, and Eddie gestures to the stage, where Steve - who is way too old to be as fit as he is, Jesus - is hopping around and hamming it up and actually doing a pretty good job of playing at a rockstar. "I'm alive and I didn't spend a couple decades locked in solitary and that stupid idiot loves me so much that sometimes I can't even imagine not loving everything about me, too."

Paul makes a gagging noise, and Teddy gives him a noogie.

"Yeah kid. I fucking hate it. But there are worse things."

---

It takes him twelve years and a whole ass law degree, but when Eddie Munson is posthumously exonerated, the band releases an EP with a dedication to the founding member of Corroded Coffin and Steve E on vocals. They're new songs, and they get away with it by pretending they'd found an old notebook buried in a storage unit and decided to honor their friend, but Teddy sort of cries a bit when he sees the songwriter credits.

He cries a lot, actually, but then, so does Paul.

#corroded coffin #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #outsider pov #steddie #i kinda hurt my own feelings with this one #eddie munson you shoulda been a rockstar

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE TODODEKU HEADCANONS

Pic by: Sunny

I know, some of you might be surprised as HELL (like me lol) because candy cane Todoroki doesn't seem like the type to share his darling with ANYONE, let alone Midoriya, but... somehow, he tolerates it and there we go! You are now the darling of 2 famous Pro heroes :) 

When it comes to showing affection, Izuku will SMOTHER you ALL OVER and yes, you'll have to ask him to back up a bit since you won't be able to breathe. He likes hugs and cuddles and all that other shit whereas Shoto... well, we all know that he's a silent boi... and a shy one too. He's a tsundere no doubt about that, but he'll hug you from back and stroke your hair and catch your tiny soft adorable hands in his and spend ALOT of time admiring them (He'll love it when you cook soba for him)

At first when they kidnap you, yeah, you'll be sobbing all over the place and all that. but, they aren't THAT bad to you. They take good care of you and they NEVER force you to do something you DON'T want to do. They won't keep you in a basement with chains, oh nooo. They'll keep you chained on a comfy soft bed because they don't want their darling angel to be uncomfortable, now do they? 

''Oh doll, you look so RAVISIHING when you look at me with those pleading eyes of yours.... I won't be able to control myself any longer''

''Oh our sweet little angel, our baby, you'll certainly enjoy living with us. You don't need any other insignificant people in your life. You have us''

When you act up, they won't punish you THAT hard since they don't like seeing you hurt. However, if it gets drastic, expect waterworks from Deku and a few slappings from Todoroki (P.S: Don't EVER say he's like his dad or you won't be seeing daylight again). If it gets too regular, Deku will let Todoroki handle the punishments since he doesn't like punishing you. He prefers making you feel guilty and most of the time, that actually works. If you try to escape, Todoroki will be amused and Deku will be devastated. Deku thinks that he needs to shower you with MORE and MORE affection and you can kiss your personal space goodbye. Expect a few slappings on the wrist, the usual shoutings and the waterworks and you'll be left all alone in a room feeling isolated as your punishment. They just SIMPLY can't lay a finger on you, you're their PRECIOUSSSS!!!!! (lol, get the reference?)

Recovery period will be like heaven. Todoroki will make your favorite food, Deku will shower you with his love and all that and you'll be watching movies as they cuddle you to sleep and gently rock you back and forth, stroking your hair and making you feel calm and safe. They'll tend to your injuries and get you to laugh more and pamper the HELL out of you 

Now for the million dollar question. Would they kidnap you? ONE THOUSAND percent YESSS!!! As soon as they confess their feelings to you, whether you accept them or reject them, you can kiss your freedom and your old life back sayonanra. They'll pretend to be like your heroes by swooping in, saving you from every bad thing in this world. They just want what's best for you since they care about you ALOT (No to mention OBSESSED ASF) They want to protect their darling angel and the only way they can do that is if you are in their arms

On a scale from one to ten, Izuku loves you 1000000000000%. He keeps telling you that you're the reason for him being alive and not following Kaachan's advice by jumping off a roof in middle school and all that. He loves you so much he might actually cry if you aren't with him. Todoroki, on the other hand, loves you 90% because the other 10% of him doesn't feel like sharing you with Izuku 

If you were planning to become (insert your favorite job here), well say goodbye to that too because the only ''work'' you'll be doing after living with them is just relaxing all day long and doing whatever you want (under their supervision of course). They don't want you to work since you're already living with the 2 most famous pro heroes of Japan and you'll get everything in the blink of an eye, so why work for it? And they don't want you getting tired and stressed out and all that anyway. If you take up something like writing or drawing, they'll praise you for it. However if you ask them if you could publish your works online, don't be surprised if you get a big fat NO in response. They don't want anyone to take you away from them and they'll remind you of all the horrors and dangers of the online world 

Will they kill for you? Absolutely YES! 

Should you resist them or welcome them? Just welcome them. It'll be better for everyone, including you 

If someone has a grudge against them or they have a rival, doesn't matter. They'll be off the face of this planet before you can even call it a day 

Midoriya prefers using knives, guns, and anything sharp and pointy. Todoroki prefers using his quirk and guns

Do they torture their rivals and their victims? HELL YEAH! NO ONE deserves to even LOOK at you and BREATHE the same air as you. So, they'll just get rid of the annoying little pest that's in their way 

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #poly yanderes #poly yanderes tododeku x reader #yandere shoto todoroki x reader x yandere izuku midoriya #yandere tododeku x reader #yandere tododeku scenarios #yandere tododeku oneshots #yandere tododeku imagines #yandere tododeku headcanons #yandere bnha characters x reader

[happy--birthday--kiddo]

Silly Lil ATSV Headcannons

Miles Morales:

Always burns his tongue on foods even when people warn him it's hot

Hops on one foot when putting socks on

Had eczema as a lil kid

Used to absolutely love those marker dot stamps and made a ton of pictures with them (Rio has them all ofc).

Never liked classical music until he saw Gwen perform Swan Lake (but if you accuse him of liking it he'll adamantly deny it)

Snorts when he laughs

Dreams in colors and shapes rather than images

Secretly spends forever in front of the mirror doing impressions of the other spiders when he's supposed to be getting ready

On Mothers' Day he always wakes up at the crack of dawn to cook Rio a meal 🫶 He's a pretty good cook and likes to experiment with her recipes to make her something special

Always has a million bruises at any given time cuz he's so clumsy

Wears contacts

Can root out snacks from a mile away. If you have a bag of chips in your bag, it'll be found and gone in 5 minutes. (HE'S A GROWING BOI OKAY)

Had like 10 fish as a kid because they kept dying and his parents felt bad so they kept replacing them (also they were probably named Bubbles)

Was definitely a gullible kid and when someone at school told him "gosh" was a bad word he solemnly believed it

Gwen Stacy:

Vegetarian

The first time she dyed her hair she had her dad do it and she ended up with really uneven coloring. Her dad felt so bad but she thought it was hilarious.

Fidgets with her tongue on her tooth gap when she's swinging

Always wanted a dog but she's allergic

Has an extremely low spice tolerance but loves it anyway

Prefers cold over hot (probably why her suit is white to reflect heat)

She was lonely as an only child and had a lot of imaginary friends until she met Peter

Loves scary movies and forces Miles to watch them with her

Blushes red when she laughs (not bashfully, she's just really pale)

Terrified of deep water

Hums when she showers

Joined the band as a joke but realized she had a talent and enjoyed it

Loves to scare Miles by waiting for him on his ceiling or on the inside of doors (bonus points if she'd just forced him to watch a scary movie)

Actually cackles when she bullies Miles

Drinks a ton of water for like, no reason

Miguel O'Hara:

Needs reading glasses but stopped using them in public after Peter B. made fun of him for it. Now he just squints and uses them when he's alone (or alone with Lyla: she knows he's sensitive about it so she doesn't comment for once)

Has insomnia due to nightmares so he's always tired

Drinks a lot of coffee but doesn't eat much

He's ticklish like it's NOBODY'S business, especially around the hip area and ears

He excelled at math in school because numbers always made more sense to him than people

Stubs his toe unnaturally often and one time he got so pissed that he threw the offending table into the wall (Lyla filmed the whole thing and showed Peter B)

His back gets really itchy but he can't reach it so he either suffers an existential crisis or scratches his back on his wall like a bear

Used to have an intense phobia of needles

Has special gloves he sleeps in to help protect his sheets from being torn up by his claws (they come out with the nightmares)

Compulsively exercises when he can't sleep

You're welcome 💥 Also I have a shit ton more where that came from so lmk if anyone wants more <3

#atsv #atsv headcanons #headcanons #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #lex says wise things

[yandere-fics-n-stuff]

Hello, may I ask for an Earthspark or TFP match-up, please?

My height is 5'3 (160cm). Im nonbinary and asexual, and I use any pronouns. I have brown, curly, short hair and green eyes. My skin is very pale, and I usually look pretty tired. I wear black clothes. Im a pretty calm and level-headed person. I really enjoy deep conservation, music, dancing, reading, and stargazing. I can read pretty much anything. I really like learning new things. Im sarcastic, and I like to tease my friends. I am extremely loyal to my friends, and I show my affection for them through gifts, quality time, and doing them favors. I tend to talk a lot about topics that I am interested in. I usually stay calm when people panic, (even if I'm screaming on the inside). Im trying to be as open-minded as possible to everyone, as long as they are doing the same thing to me. I love animals, especially raccoons. I think they are just adorable (I also have a cat and two dogs).

I have a pear-shaped body, but I'm also a little bit chubby. I have some scars on my arms and legs (mostly because I scratch my wounds when I'm stressed). Im anemic, which means that I get tired easily. Im also lactose intolerant. I often have random pains, but I don't know why. I also have an anxiety disorder (I bite my nails and lips a lot because of it). I would rather spend time indoors than outdoors, but I will not pass up an opportunity for a picnic :3.

I dislike loud noises and crowded places. I can't speak in front of a large group of people, and I have trouble making eye contact. I also hate when someone is bullied. I like spending time with someone when we both just do our stuff in one room. Im a pretty awkward person at first, but if I get close to you, I become more talkative and funny. People always tell me that when they first saw me, they thought I was intimidating. I often hum some music while doing something.

I think thats all. I apologize if this is chaotic. I never wrote a request. I hope it's not too much. Feel free to not write anything at all if you can't come up with anything <3.

Have a nice day and remember to take care of yourself!

Yandere TFP Megatron

Megatron is a cruel decepticon with a distaste for organics, so when he grabbed you into his servo he went to crush you right before Prime’s optics. He grinned viciously down at you, and your dead stare made him pause. Even the bravest of his kind looked more fearful than you. 

Before he could even form a coherent thought, he had transformed around you and flown away. When he got back to the Nemesis he was angry with himself- but he didn’t realize that as he threw you to Knockout, ordering him to watch you.

While you were scared, you did like the quiet of this place. It was almost soothing. 

Knockout peered down curiously at you. At your obvious exhaustion, he commented. “If I didn’t know better about your fleshies, I’d say you’re half dead.”

You stared back up at him, not quite making eye contact. He noticed your avoidance, but said nothing as he scoffed and went back to working. 

Megatron questioned himself as to why he brought you along, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He ended up sitting you on a table in his room while he worked. You were mostly quiet, but your curiosity showed as you looked at his computer. 

His booming voice asked what you were doing, and you covered your ears. Megatron wasn’t sure why he did it, but he lowered his voice and spoke again. “What are you looking at?” 

“....your screen. Sorry.” You bit your nails nervously. Megatron turned away, silent. 

It was weeks before he sat you on his shoulder. He didn’t speak, clearly unsure of how to communicate with you. For the first time in millions of years, he was truly unsure of himself. 

When he did start talking to you, it was to teach you about his gladiatorial days. He spoke of how he started the revolution, and how he fought against the corruption of the senate. 

Eventually you felt comfortable enough to ask questions with him, but you felt nothing but pity. He had been through so much. However, you also felt conflicted- the Autobots are your friends, but you feel like this war has no point anymore other than for Decepticons to get some sort of revenge. 

You slowly began to chip away at Megatron’s cold spark, and he cared for you- even if he didn’t show it well. He loved the way you hummed softly your favorite songs, and how content you were to merely sit on his shoulder. 

Megatron would often bring you to large forests so you could enjoy the nature he found you enjoyed. 

One day, when Megatron was on a comm with Soundwave discussing something, you decided to take off. You wanted to be back with the autobots- not to say that you even hated Megatron after everything you had learned. You ran through the forest, getting turned around almost instantly. 

Almost immediately, you were snatched up into the servos of a very furious mech. Megatron had a deep scowl on his face. 

“After I bestowed all of the knowledge I had upon you, did you really think I’d let you go?” Megaton squeezed you painfully tight. “Don’t worry, worm. I won’t make the same mistake with you twice.”

Megatron, secretly heartbroken that you’d try to leave after creating a bond, locked you in a cage hanging in his room- with no way to escape his clutches. You would never be allowed out unless Megatron was with you. His trust would be hard to earn back- maybe even take your lifetime.

#yandere #yandere tfp #yandere tfp megatron #yandere megatron #yandere transformers #transformers #yandere transformers prime #transformers prime #megatron #tfp #tfp megatron

[etincelleart]

From what little I've read of the posts about it, I feel very bad for you, but at the same time I'm happy at how well you treated him from the beginning to the end of his life, and I'm sure he was happy all that time too.

Unfortunately grieving is also an important part of loving someone, so don't try to run away from that feeling: if you feel like crying, cry, the same goes for posting things about it here, remembering good times… Just go through the process, taking your time.

Once you feel less bad… Well, look at how you took care of him and had a happy life together! you certainly have few regrets, and the ones you do have, you did your best in that situation, and that's the best way you could have lived with him.

A bad thing about life is that it happens everytime : a really good game or series that came to an end, a friendship that lost touch, an empty plate after lunch…. We can't control how things end, but the way you lived with your cat was the best way to live: you did what you could and enjoyed every moment. Our life may one day end, but nothing takes away our right to make the most of it while we can.

I apologize a million times if this makes you feel worse or anything, I just want to help you to get through this moment and feel better. A big hug, you'll get through this.

It doesn't make me feel worse and I appreciate talking about it so thank you ♥

Honestly I'm just glad this is something I realized ever since I lost my first cat. Fripon isn't the first cat I lose, but he was the one I had a special bond with, even if I was close of the others too. The first cat I lost was closer to my mom and Fripon was basically my cat child, just like Citrouille aha

When you realize that it's so important to enjoy every moment with them, it probably makes things easier because you know you took the time to make them happy. There will always be regrets, especially in the last moments, because you had things to do or maybe you had to go somewhere, but it's so unpredictable so it's hard and I think the last moments will never be perfect... But you still can make it as good as you can as much as you can

That's why when Oskar (the first cat I lost) left, Fripon cried so much because he was really close of him, and I remember playing with him and cludding with him after coming back from high school, even if sometimes I was just tired and wanted to lay in the couch

And I'm not saying all that to say "look what I did" like, it's just to say, spend time with your pets ? I just wish more people could realize how short their lives are and how we're a lot to them, we all have our lives but what they know most of the time is us ?

When we found Citrouille in the garden it's the same too, she was so small and scared, not used to humans, so for a solid month in september I stayed with her to play outside for a few hours until she was ready to come inside. And after that it was also important to idk, spend time and play with her, raise her because it was a baby, just enjoy time with them because they're not just here for decoration

I'm rambling a lot but animals are so important to me, and my cats are my babies and I just learned so much from them, and when they show me trust idk I just feel great to see the impact I had on their lives

So it hurts I had to say goodbye to Fripon in such a brutal way, but I'm at least glad I was here, and I'm happy it was during my vacations so I'm able to process everything, and don't have to deal with anything else, and I was able to say goodbye properly and put him somewhere where we'll plant flowers when the weather's better, and where we put candles. Giving him daisies and violets and his favorite toy, and just be able to say goodbye peacefully is also so important

It's like a family member, I just hope what will remain will be good memories, of him helping me with my studies by acting stupid, or licking my hands, or eating tons of tuna, or purring to ask for more food aha ♥

♥♥

#cat #fripon #loss

[unique-high]

More Hearts Than Mine | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader.

Summary: Your heart wasn't the only one he broke.

A/N: The song lyrics will be written into the ff. Wrote this on a whim because I really love this song and couldn't help but think of Namjoon for this. Sorry for any mistakes.

BEFORE: “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.” You tell Namjoon one night. This will be his first time meeting your family, and seeing where you grew up that made you into the woman you are today. You were going to show him your favorite places and take him to all the best spots. You'll walk Namjoon around the foothills of your town. After hearing you talking about your hometown for six months now; It's like Namjoon has been there before. Walked the asphalt streets, tasted the local foods, and saw the landmarks. He wanted a real feel of it, though. He'll fall in love with your hometown and your family like he has with you.

It's the morning of your trip to your hometown. You and Namjoon are packing.

“We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms.” You tell him as you move around him to get to your suitcase. He doesn't mind the separate bedrooms. You have told him the kind of people your parents are and he respects that. He'd asked you question about your mama, then your dad, and then your little sister.

“You think they'll like me?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes. I told them so much about you and they can't wait to meet the guy who has taken good care of my heart.” You smiled at Namjoon. You would spend all night on the phone with your little sister telling her how great of a guy Namjoon was until your mama told her it's time for her to get to bed.

You look over the clothes that Namjoon has in his suitcase. “Pack a shirt for church because we'll go.”

He has a nice black button-down that he packs. You sit on the bed next to Namjoon's suitcase. Bringing home someone new was nerve-wracking. You rub the palm of your hands on your blue jeans.

“Uh, Listen.” You said. “I'm not trying to scare you off, but I thought we should talk a few things out. Before we hit the road.”

Namjoon moves his suitcase over on the bed and sits next to you. His pinky finger resting on top of yours. His way of saying I won't be scared off.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you talk to him.

First, you warned him about how quickly your mama falls in love a little faster than you do. She would immediately pull Namjoon into a warm welcoming hug that'll make him feel like he was home. She'll make him a big home-cooked meal with her favorite recipes that's been passed down from generation to generation.

Then you warned him about your dad. How he would check the tires on Namjoon's car and make sure the engine sounds good. You told Namjoon your dad will pour him whiskey over ice and want to hear his views about the current events of the world. Then he'll take Namjoon fishing and pretend that he doesn't like him.

Of course, you told Namjoon that if he ever broke up with you, he wouldn't be just breaking your heart but theirs too.

Then there was your little sister you really had to warn him about. How she would ask him a million questions, say anything she can to turn him red. She'll ask if he's going to marry you while she paints his nails fuchsia pink.

Then you warned him about your high school friends. They'll buy him drinks and fill him in on the crazy nights you can't outlive. And how they'll get him to play truth or dare to initiate him into the friend group.

AFTER: It was only two months later when you showed up back in your hometown, standing on the steps of your childhood home without Namjoon this time. When your mama opened the front door, the first thing you did was hug her and breakdown in her arms. She knew without you even telling her. Your mama felt every heartache you've ever been through. So she understands when mangle sobs push their way up your throat into the warm air of the house. Namjoon had been the one. So you thought. There were forevers and forevers in his words, yet forever meant nothing to him.

Then there was your dad who hated seeing his little girl all broken up over some guy. He'll pour you whiskey over ice and He'll tell a lie and say Namjoon ever really liked you. But your dad could see how that boy looked at you like you were the stars shining in his world. Of course, your dad couldn't hate him, and neither could your mama.

Then there was your little sister who curled into your side, wiping your tears. While saying something like: “He really did love you, Y/n. But you know, love can scare people away sometimes, especially when they never experience true love, so they run because it feels like a lie, like all the other love they had before. Maybe that's Namjoon's reason.”

He broke their hearts more than yours.

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[mitziholder]

I find your thoughts on fandom interesting, and in general, I'm really glad to see more discussion of the bad shit fandom can/is doing to young women in radblr spaces. But I mean this as an honest question: Why do you consider fandom not challenging writers/readers such a problem? These aren't professional writing spaces, and the vast majority of fanfic writers don't intend to go into them. Does an artistic hobby *need* to challenge its participants to be worthwhile? I mean this all really genuinely, especially as someone who *does* work in the arts and *does* actively want work that challenges me, and has traditionally prided herself on it -- are these inherent moral goods? Am I a reasonable standard to expect of other people? Is engaging with boundary-pushing art a requirement of healthy maturity? Why? Is, say, a human rights lawyer who spends her free time watching trashy reality shows blighted, somehow, by that fact? What about a cashier who watches the same stuff because she's genuinely not interested in anything else? And, given the vast majority of readers of actual books basically read the way fanfic-only readers read -- the same genres, which use well-worn tropes -- do we think fandom is actually keeping its participants from more worthwhile experiences? (I suspect you might argue this is dumbing down the publishing industry, which I would really disagree with, as someone in publishing -- I know we can all point to Ali Hazelwood or a million YA books that advertise with tropes, but I really can't emphasize enough that this has been the case since modern publishing began, and I think pinning "so-so prose that's The Same Old Shit" on the current young female writer cohort borders on sexism, tbh.) I've been thinking about these questions a lot lately, and I just don't know the answers. My gut wants to say yes, it's good to present challenging work to people, especially women, because art is a key part of the human experience, and can effect all sorts of societal things. But also ... I know very little about the environment, including my immediate natural environment, and if I'm honest, I'm not really inclined to learn. I'm sure learning about it would effect all sorts of change in my life and concept of self. But I'm probably not going to do it because I have a limited amount of time and I'd rather give it to other things. Is that better or worse than engaging with challenging art? Is it better or worse to be me than the woman reading the same old tropey fanfic in her free time? I think what I WOULD argue is that, specifically, fandom as it is reinforces patriarchy and induces a lot self-destruction and alienation in young women, with particularly vile effects on young lesbians, autistic women, etc. But if it didn't do that....would I still have a problem with it? I don't know. But it's interesting as hell to think about, and I'd love your thoughts on it.

hello nona :-) many interesting points, much to consider

>Does an artistic hobby need to challenge its participants to be worthwhile?

no. I’m sure there are plenty of people who enjoy crochet or knitting or something like that for the sake of it or to de-stress. I’m sure there are also plenty of people who write and draw for the sake of it with little interest in grinding for improvement. that’s fine. the problem is when you have people who replace reading and personal edification with endless fluff + pointless indulgence.

reading... things... that are above your level, that actually make you think, is how you increase your vocabulary, your linguistic competence, your critical thinking skills, your ability to express yourself. difficult and complex texts present you with opportunities to broaden your perspective. they stimulate your mind, present you with new ideas; they can help you grow as a person in ways that the Same Old Shit simply won’t/can’t. it would be like benching the bar every day for 10 years straight and expecting to get stronger... I presume. I don’t lift weights.

as I said previously, I don’t think fanfic is going to destroy your brain, but if you read nothing but fanfic, that is on the same level as (or maybe worse than) reading nothing at all. of course I’m going to be critical of a community of people who humblebrag about how they can’t bring themselves to read 25 pages of literature in an academic (non yaoitastic) context.

ya ya it’s a joke they’re joking very funny, but do you see people of other creative pursuits or hobbies joking about how they can’t bring themselves to focus on a piece of actual literature or nonfiction? how they have zero interest in anything outside of anime boys kissing each other? it’s a sign of intellectual stagnation (and eventual regression imo).

I watch a lot of shitty youtube videos, but I acknowledge that they are basically a waste of my time. meanwhile you have post after post singing the praises of how culturally important and worthy of respect Our Beloved Fic Writers are in spite of the fact that their work is, by and large, completely self-indulgent shit! there’s just so much potential that isn’t being tapped into & so much complacency... it’s very frustrating to me. I find it dishonest. red white and royal blue is not going to change the world... lol

for the record, yes, you are right, lots of Real book-readers also read mostly self-indulgent shit. genre fiction is far more popular than anything else... and I don’t care for booktok either. in fairness, literary fiction isn’t always good, and I’m sure there were many women who read nothing but terrible pulp novels 70 years ago too. that doesn’t make fandom any better! not to say this is all women’s fault - I just have zero frame of reference for how “cultured” men may or may not be, and I don’t really care either way. I focus on fandom girlies because they’re what I know, & I want women to be... better, or at least more interesting. this is, of course, sexist by definition. I hold myself and other women to higher standards. I will admit to that. I’ll also admit to the fact that I do not care about men or what they are writing or reading and would not give a shit if they all became illiterate thoughtless slugs. it is what it is.

truthfully, I have no interest in moralizing any of this. I just find it depressing! it’s resulting in more and more women who cannot relate to and have zero interest in anything outside of the narrowly defined fanfic bubble - so, more and more women who can’t relate to me or what I care about. I’m selfish, and I think it’s unfortunate that there are so many young female writers clearly capable of writing something interesting who nevertheless restrict themselves to lowest common denominator coombrained garbage because it’s what’s easy and popular.

do we have a responsibility to pester random strangers about their amateur fanfic? naw. who has the time? all I know is that conversations I’ve had with my female friends about our original works or other women’s writing have been vastly more substantial and enlightening than any argument about who tops or bottoms in supernatural... imo. in my opinion

re: the environment and social responsibility, I also have no interest in debating what matters are the most important and whether you have a personal, moral obligation to educate yourself about them. I recognize that we all have a limited amount of time and energy to dedicate to something which is admittedly fairly peripheral to most people’s everyday concerns (such as... paying the bills). then again, so is almost everything.

at the end of the day, I just think it is an awful shame that some women would - and they freely admit this - rather turn their brains off and do nothing, think about nothing, read the same shit over and over, watch the same shows over and over, draw and write the same things and dynamics over and over... than do anything else. anything different or thought-provoking or uncomfortable. it is a loss for the breadth and the depth of women’s contributions to culture as well as their empathy and intellectual curiosity.

obligatory food analogy: a little bit of junk food won’t kill you, but if that’s all you’re eating, you are probably not... doing... well

and that’s not even getting into the social contagion present within fandom re:mogai, relationships, and gender identity shit (which I would say probably has a lot to do with the underdeveloped critical thinking skills and worldviews of girls who read nothing but fanfiction). I would love to come back to that at some point, but I think this post is long enough, so I’ll just put a pin in it. there’s honestly an insane amount that I have to say about common talking points regarding the value of yaoi/fanfic (in terms of how they portray Marginalized Identities and Relationships and how it supposedly helps women navigate their own trauma through a proxy or some shit like that) oh god this is a horrible run-on .... that’s all for now! send post!

#i am glad you found my thoughts interesting enough to write in:) #ask

[skiiyoomin]

felix with an idol girlfriend??

Hi! Of course! Im so sorry for the long wait!! School keeps me busy as hell :,)

warnings: fluff!!

RULES!!

DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR REPOST PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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Felix with an idol s/o

Y'all are the sunshine couple!

everyone ADORES you two being together

like it's literally impossible to hate on you

i will never stop saying how Felix is a literal sweetheart, well with you it just multiplies by a million

the way he looks at you is just so hdksfhw

atp there's no point in trying to hide his heart eyes during award shows

it's safe to say the majority of tik tok edits of yall are just clips of Felix giving you heart eyes

but honestly, how can that not make anyone soft

if you're dating publicly, you better bet he's gonna be your hype man

screams the lyrics to your songs and quite literally goes wild when you perform

when he performs he always looks for you in the crowd and sends winks and kisses your way

like get a room 😀

no matter what people say, he is NOT ashamed of expressing how much he truly loves you and nothing haters say will ever make him doubt that

if you aren't public then obviously he'd try to not be as obvious

but honestly, nothing he does can hide how he looks at you

there's so many scandals and theories about you both

but he could care less about them

assuming you're under the same company, he tries to see you as much as possible

at the beginning of your relationship, Chan and his manager would try to stop him, but he speedy af

clings to you A LOT whenever he can

if you're not under the same company, he texts you extremely often

expect to be sent random ass tik toks at the most randoma ass hours

also sends you all the ship edits fans make of you, cause he thinks it's adorable

if either of your schedules allow, you'd spend the night at his dorm or him at yours, just chilling or playing video games

since you can't go out often either way :/

he can tell inmediately if you're feeling down

the solution? his famous brownies :D

but he geniuenly wants you to feel ok and never take to heart the criticism sent your way

you eventually start having an aussie accent

like it's impossible to not end up with an aussie accent

when either of you are on tour, you're on video calls literally all the time

even if it's silent and you're both doing your own thing

but simply being present with each other comforts you both

LOTS of tik toks together

like A LOT

it's so suspicious

listens to your songs on repeat

and watches literally anything you're in

whether it's mvs, interviews, ANYTHING

and then he compliments you saying how amazing and talented you are

the same way he sends random memes and tik toks, he also sends sweet messages that encourage you and make your day 100x better

he's honestly just the sweetest man ever and deserves the whole world :(

he's the best bofie in the world

even if you both being idols can be hard sometimes, you both push forward no matter what

#skz scenarios #skz reactions #skz felix #skz #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz fanfic #stray kids #skz fanart #skz angst #skz feliz #stray kids felix #stray kids masterlist #stray kids scenarios #stray kids icons #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #felix yongbok #felix icons #lee felix #lee yongbok #yongbok fluff #yongbok layouts #yongbok x y/n #stray kids yongbok #felix stray kids #lixie #stray kids gif #yongbook #kpop edits

[eddie-van-munson]

Somewhere (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Warnings: Season 4 Spoilers, Character Death, Angst, Fluff, Description of Blood and Injury, Brief mentions of a Character Throwing up, Smut ( pv unprotected) (But in a heartfelt emotional way), Hospital Refrence, Cursing, Refrences to People Thinking Eddie is a Satanist, Pregnancy Refrences

Summary: Eddie knows he doesn't have much time left. Instead of spending it struggling in a hospital, he decides to stay with you. Being loved and held right 'til the end.

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are open!)

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Your whole body was trembling as you held him, blood and grime soaked through his Hellfire shirt. He cradled your face, smiling up at you with blood stained lips. How Dustin had managed to get him back through the gate, you had no idea, but you didn't care. He was here. He was safe now.

"We-..." sobs rattled you. Eddie hushed you lovingly, stroking your cheek as he looked up at you with heavy eyes. "We've gotta call an ambulance."

"No." Eddie cooed with a sad smile. "No baby. It's too late for that. 's not why I came back."

"Eds you're bleeding out. You're-"

"I'm not gonna spend my last hours in a hospital, babe. Came back to be with you."

"D-Don't say that please don't say that-" You begged, your whole body crumpling. Eddie gave you a sad smile, hushing you lovingly.

"Look at me." You scrubbed at your eyes, but he moved your hand away from your face. "Look at me, pretty girl."

Your eyes burnt. His features were blurred with tears as you tried to pull yourself together for him.

 "There's not much time left, huh? I don't want to die in a hospital bed. Don't want to die all covered in tubes and full of drugs."

"Eddie-" You couldn't form words.

"I know, princess". He brushed your tears away with his thumb, accidentally smudging dirt over your cheek. "Let's go home, babe. Is that ok? I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me...we'll do this together." You bit your lip, ignoring the churning of your stomach and the cries threatening to escape your throat. You nodded, sniffling, and he smiled so big at you that you can't help but let out another sob, kissing his forehead.

You let Dustin help Eddie to the car, giving them the opportunity to say their goodbyes. It also gave you the opportunity to empty your stomach into the bushes without Eddie noticing. Dustin brought you some water to wash your mouth out before you returned to the van.

***

You played Eddie's music for him on the car ride home, holding his hand loosely as he sang along croakily and softly.

"Y/N." He cooed, pressing a kiss to your hand.   "Will it hurt you to know? All of the things I wanted to do with you?"

You blinked back tears again, trying to find the courage to meet his eyes, which you just knew were filled with so much love.

"It makes me happy to think about them." He hummed. "Thought maybe they'd make you happy too. When I'm-"

"Tell me about us, Eds. What are we going to do, hm? Once you graduate." You met his tired eyes and he smiled at you sleepily. Your chest ached. God, your beautiful boy. Not your beautiful boy.

"I'm gonna put a ring on your finger. Snatch you up and make you all mine." He chuckled softly, "Save up and buy you a huge white dress."

You swallowed thickly, "Yeah? Didn't think you'd be one for a big wedding."

"Nah, I'm showing you off to all of Hawkins, babe." You smiled at him, wiping your tears, and he grinned so brightly back at you that it almost made you forget he was hurt.

"Then what?"

He choked a little, making your heart stop momentarily, but then took a labored breath and continued. "Then we get the hell out of here. Move somewhere with more than one goddamn stop light." He joked. "And a few less angry hicks would be nice too, huh?" He smiled to himself, thoughtfully. "I'll get you out of that shitty apartment and buy you a house. One we can fill up with a million little Munsons. Start an army."

You laughed, which makes Eddie feel very accomplished. He grinned at the sound. "A million?"

"Give or take a few!"

You smiled so lovingly at him as you put the car in park in the driveway, unbuckling your seat belt to kiss him. He nuzzled against your nose needily, groaning. "We're getting started now, huh?" He hummed against your lips.

You laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I love you." Your expression crumbled a little at the words and you gave a soft sob.

"Hey..." he brushed away your tears, kissing your nose softly. "I love you too, ok? Always. Forever and always and then for a hundred years after that."

***

Eddie gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal to you that he was in pain in any way as you helped him into the apartment.

You led him to the bathroom, helping him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet as you pulled off his grimy clothes. Eventually, you gave in, grabbing a pair of scissors from your first aid kit. You couldn't keep trying to maneuver him out of the fabric anymore. Not when he was bleeding both externally and internally. You were so hesitant to cut off his Hellfire shirt, pausing as you held your scissors to the collar of it. He laughed softly, his eyes growing more droopy by the minute. "Just cut it off, babe. It's ok."

You mustered your strength and snipped the fabric, ripping through it quickly to free him of it before doing the same with his jeans. It took everything in you not to get sick again when you saw his shredded chest. You gave a sob, despite your attempts to abort the sound, and broke into tears again. Eddie's heart broke. "Hey no no no no shhh 's alright. I've got you. You're ok, sweetheart. I've got you." You gathered yourself a little, whimpering an apology. "No, baby, hey...I'm sorry. I didn't think, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's just...I should've b-been there. Should've kept you safe."

"You are here, silly. You're keeping me safe right now. Taking such good care of me. That's all that matters."

He held you there in his arms for a long while before you finally forced yourself to run him a bath. " 'm gonna take care of you." You promised, rubbing your eyes. "Gonna make you feel better, Eds. I swear it."

"Hey..." He smiled at you as you turn back to face him. "Already done, baby doll."

He groaned blissfully as you helped him crawl into the bath, the water immediately turning dark with blood and dirt. You washed him of most of it carefully with a rag and drained the filthy water before filling the tub again.

"Christ, I've never been so grateful for this tiny, shitty bathtub before in my life."

You giggled at him as you poured water through his messy curls, grabbing his shampoo. He moaned softly as you worked it into his hair, your nails dragging over his scalp in a heavenly way. "I love you so much." He whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you worked. You kissed him, and he smiled against your lips.

You towelled his hair off when he was done, being careful not to hurt his chest or tummy as you gently dried him.

He was pale. Very pale. The bath water was pink by the time you'd drained it again and you knew deep in your stomach there wasn't much time left. You held the majority of his weight as you helped him limp to the bedroom. He was able to pull on a pair of boxers, but you could see him growing dizzy and clammy even from that, and quickly laid him in bed.

" 'm c-cold." He shivered as you brushed his damp bangs from his face. You curled up beside him, tucking a comforter around his body as you held him. He was blinking back the sinking of his eyelids now and it made a knot form in your throat. "Y/N."

"Yes, baby..."

"You've got to leave me, ok? Once I'm gone."

"Eddie-"

His grip around your waist, tightened. "I'll be alright, princess. I promise. But you've got to go. You've-" he coughed raggedly and your stomach churned. His voice was getting shakey and faint. "You've got to get out of here. You can't let them think you're part of this. They...if they find me alone they'll think it was some kind of satanist suicide ritual but you can't be here. I can't take you down with me."

You nodded, unwilling to argue with him or upset him. Not now. You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheek.

"That's my girl." He smiled an Eddie smile, pulling you in for a kiss. "My girl. Always my girl." You kissed him desperately, though gently, and he held you as close to him as his hands trailed over your skin. "I have a dying wish." He croaked softly against your lips. His hand trailing to your waist and down across your thigh to pull your knee over his hips, guiding you to straddle him.

"Eds-"

"Let me feel you. Please, let me feel you. Just one more time."

So you straddled him.

You'd never forget the soft sounds that left his lips as you, ever so carefully, rocked your hips against his. A taste of heaven, Eddie thought. One last taste of heaven before I'm sent to hell. He held you so close, his hands sliding up your back as he finished, his breathing heavy as he pressed soft, weak kisses down your neck. His heat filled your belly so perfectly, slowly spilling out between your thighs as you pulled his boxers back up as best you could, seeing as he refused to let you go. "I love you." He whispered, his breathing struggling to even out. "I love you f-forever. Even when your eighty years old and you've got great grand children I'll still be loving you. S-Somewhere out there."

His hands trembled. Swallowing his own fear as his vision blurred. He cradled your face, dragging his thumb over your cheek as you let tears spill. "I'll always r-remember...I'll always remember when Eddie Munson was mine." You sob, kissing his forehead.

"I was always yours." You could barely hear it, now. A lazy, sleepy smile adorning his pretty face.

"Don't go." You begged him. "Please, Eddie...keep your eyes open. Please." He blinked rapidly, holding your hand.

" 'm tired, baby."

"I know...I know, Eds. I-..." His hand sunk a little from where he held your face, but you didn't let it, cradling it to your cheek.

"It's time for me to....to sleep. Just need a nap. I'm sleepy." He hummed weakly, looking so lovingly at you with hooded eyes. "It's alright, baby. Just...just need to sleep."

"I know baby." You swallowed so hard knowing it was time to let him go. You sobbed into his hand as you held him. "It's ok. Rest for me, Eds. It's ok. I've got you. You...You can rest. You can go to sleep, now."

He smiled at you so sweetly, "Pretty girl."

His eyes fluttered shut as he drifted away. You held him for four minutes before he exhaled one last time, his chest going still.

You couldn't leave him. Not until you saw the sun starting to come up over the trees and you knew you had to go.

He looked so beautiful, there. The sun painting his pale face. Like he really was sleeping. You pulled the comforter up over his chest, hiding the gashes and the bites that had taken him from you. You took his arms from your waist carefully, laying them at his sides. You adjusted his pillow further beneath his head, combing through his curls, all fluffy and clean from the bath, with your fingertips.

"I love you, Eddie." You whispered to him one last time, kissing his forehead. You put music on for him when you left. Something soft and comforting.

Something he could sleep to.

***

Three months later.

Hellfire wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't. You knew it wouldn't be. They all did. But it was a piece of Eddie that was still alive. The boys needed it. You did too. So every week, the campaigns went on.

You drove them all to school in the mornings and helped with homework. You surrounded yourself with people who made your heart feel whole again.

You were late this morning. Really late. You choked an apology to the boys as they climbed into the van.

"Jesus, are you ok?" Dustin frowned, staring at you.

"Yeah", Mike agreed. "You look terrible."

"Thanks."

He rolled his eyes, "Are you sick?"

"I must be." You sighed as you grabbed the stick shift, adjusting it to back out. "I've thrown up every morning for a week and a half. I think I've got food poisoning or something."

Dustin scrunched his nose in disgust. "Shit."

"Wait..." Lucas leaned forward to meet your eyes in the rearview mirror. "Every morning?"

"Yeah. Usually goes away after an hour or so." You ignored the slight nausea that swam in your head as you took a sharp turn.

"Y/N..." Lucas looked a bit bewildered.

Dustin caught on, eyes going wide. "Oh my god. When was your last period?"

You hit the breaks, immediately pulling over into a lot. "What the fuck Dustin?"

"When was it!?" Dustin and Lucas yell.

You froze, realizing what they were saying.

"No. Guys it's not like that. It can't be. I haven't been with anyone except-" Your heart fluttered. Eddie. Eddie.

"Except Eddie?" Dustin hummed softly. You swallowed thickly, nodding. There was a long silence. Dustin took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

Your eyes found Gareth and Jeff.

"You don't have to answer this..." Gareth muttered, softly. "But when was the last time you guys.....??"

Your eyes fell to your hands. Tears burning in the corners of your eyes. You steadied your voice. "The night...the night he...." Dustin's brow furrowed with concern. He squeezed your hand. "He asked if we...if we could-" you swallowed thickly. "One last time."

Gareth smiled at you sadly. The van was silent as the boys were hit with the reality of what was happening.

Gareth stood, dropping his backpack and gesturing for you to hop into the passenger seat. You did, and he started the engine. "Where are we going?"

"A drugstore."

***

It was a sight to behold. You, eyes still teary and your hands shaking, buying a pregnancy test as 6 highschool aged boys in matching shirts watched anxiously. The cashier had her brows furrowed in an odd mixture of suspicion and confusion.

It only seemed to make the situation more puzzling to the store's employees when you asked to use the restroom, and were followed back by all six boys, who waited patiently for you to return.

You were trembling when you finally opened the bathroom door to see them, and at the first sign of the smile on your face, all six boys erupted in triumph. Tears welled over in your eyes, running down your face as they jumped and laughed and hollered and cheered. The boys crowded you, each one pulling you into big hugs. High fiving one another.

"Long Live Munson!" Gareth cried, cheers sounding from the group. "Still throwing surprises at us! Even now!"

In that moment you knew he'd been right. You knew that Eddie was still somewhere, loving you. Because you could feel it.

And right now, you were more than happy for it to feel like morning sickness.

***********

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[deke-rivers-1957]

Kissin Cousins Review

After Viva Las Vegas went over budget, Colonel Parker as the technical advisor pushed the panic button. The next immediate film had its budget slashed and everything was rushed just to make back any money lost. The production was very cheap despite a somewhat ambitious story of having Elvis play 2 characters.

Despite being made after Viva Las Vegas, Kissin Cousins came out first making for a very jarring experience if seen back to back. A lot of people HATE this movie because of the concept and cheap production, indicating that Colonel's plan didn't work as he expected. After all, if you only spend a grand total of a $1 million dollars on a movie, you only need $1,000,001 to make a profit. Does Kissin Cousins have some good parts to it or is it all bad and should never be mentioned again? Let's find out.

Kissin Cousins is a pleasant opening song. It's not something that blows you away but it's a nice little ditty with cute art. It makes me wonder why we never had an animated film as those were usually way cheaper than a regular movie. Yes animation in the 60s wasn't as big of an industry as it is now, but if Colonel wanted to value cheap production, animation would've been the way to go.

We get introduced to the conflict of the movie: The military wants a military base on the Tatums mountain land in the Smokey Mountains. The Tatums don't want to sell as they don't trust the government. As stereotypical as this sounds, this was a pretty common experience. The only issue I have with this element is that they want to show this as the Air Force, but everyone is dressed in Army uniforms. Josh starts off wearing a more accurate uniform but we quickly do away with that. A sign already that no one cared enough to make things accurate.

We also see very quickly that this movie is so cheap they can't even film b-roll footage of the real Appalachian Mountains. Instead we get Southern California mountains and Hollywood sets. As much as it sounds like a nitpick, the mountains are a mega important part of the movie. Depicting the real mountains would add more immersion into the story by showcasing how these people live. Smokey Mountain Boy as a song doesn't stand out on its own. It does sound lovely in the context of the movie. It sounds like the type of song a military man would sing. We get a dumb joke about mountaineers not knowing how to spell and the girls not knowing what Jodie looks like. If you look very closely we get another sign that the movie is cheap in the form of a faint yellow line in the middle of the screen. That's meant to be the filter that allows Elvis to play both Josh and Josh at once. More on that later.

We find out that Jodie actually isn't their brother. He's a cousin too and my whole world just blew up. This whole time I thought they were all siblings because he lived with them like he's their brother. There's Gold in the Mountains is bad. The lip-synching is non-existent. It's very apparent that neither Azalea or Selena's actress are actually singing. They sound nothing like they're speaking voices. I don't think this song was really necessary and could've been cut if it wasn't for a quota. Ma calls Jodie her nephew and man I want to know this man's story. There's so many ways you can go about this and show how this could significantly impact his character and his decisions.

Pappy is an amazing character. Arthur O'Connell really shows his range as he sounds nothing like Pop Kwimper from Follow That Dream. Despite being the same character of the government disdaining patriarch on paper, you really get the idea that this is a completely different person. Pappy and Pop are similar but are not the same. What I don't like is that his clothes are seen as dirty and full of holes. Jodie and the sisters don't have that problem so unless Pappy just got done wrestling some pigs, this is purely for laughing at dirty uncivilized Southerners. While it is unfortunate that some of them lived that way, this isn't the Tatums' situation.

Ma's an amazing character too and it only highlights my point that she wouldn't accept anyone in the family to be walking around in unkempt clothing. She would've immediately patched up any holes she found. You get the idea that she isn't someone to push around. She respects Pappy's authority but she also has her own authority. Ma is willing to flip Jodie right on his butt if he disrespects her despite Jodie easily being bigger than her. In real life, an average sized woman being able to flip over what I consider to be a 200 lb man would be super impressive. We clearly get the idea that Pappy loves it. He wants his wife to be a strong woman who doesn't take disrespect from anyone.

This whole scene insults Southerners by having them own a Confederate Flag in the house, eat possums and other stereotypical "white trash" food like this is a regular occasion. Like it's something they take pride in eating and wouldn't want to eat anything else. Note: people only eat that when there's nothing else available. It would only make sense if they were proud of Ma being able to make do with what little they had but again this isn't what they're going through. They have pigs so it makes no sense why they still eat possums outside of stereotyping.

We get a visual gag of the captain turning green. This is such a cheap special effect. It looks like they just shined a green light over his face like we're in a cartoon. So bizarre and only exists because "haha isn't mountain food so disgusting." Totally unnecessary especially with how long they drag the joke of no one knowing what an ICBM is. In real life, if this family was as ignorant as the movie makes them out to be, they would not survive.

One Boy, Two Little Girls is a very boring ballad. It adds nothing to the movie and is just filler. We already got a song with him singing to the sisters and learn nothing new. You can just cut to Josh talking to Azalea and Selena about how to convince Pappy. This whole interaction between Josh with Azalea and Selena is weird. We're supposed to think he digs both of them.

Catchin On Fast which is just as shallow. The song itself isn't bad, but in the context of the movie it comes out of nowhere. Josh just randomly picks Azalea over Selena. Yes we get the drama that Selena has to get married first, but outside of that there's no reason for him to pick Azalea. Yes it could be a matter of Josh preferring brunettes but it's never established to be the reason why he likes Azalea more. Admittedly I love that Selena isn't jealous of Azalea or mad that Josh picked her sister over her. In a different Elvis movie we know that would've been a conflict that lasted throughout the whole movie.

We get introduced to Midge and Jodie completely looks smitten. This is a completely different side of him. It's implied that he's had relations with more than one Kittyhawk woman but becomes such a different man around Midge. In that moment, none of the other women matter anymore. Midge is the only woman on his mind and you have to wonder what about her captures his attention. Maybe it's because she's not immediately throwing herself at him or seems interested in him at all. Just by this scene alone, Midge does not give a single care that he's staring at her. If anything she straights up ignores him after they're introduced.

Watching Azalea interact with the Kittyhawks when they give them their own bikinis is the only difference we get. Azalea actively stands up to them and puts them in their place. She doesn't tolerate their actions. Ma puts her foot down when she sees that this turned everything upside down and I can understand where she's coming from. If Azalea and Selena are disrespecting her and the Kittyhawks are causing nothing but trouble, of course she would be upset.

The reporter exposes their plan to get the mountain base and the plan is all coming apart when the general contacts the captain about going up to the mountain. The captain orders Midge to go to Ma and try to smooth things over. Despite this being the 60s, the captain treats Midge like any other subordinate. He's not overly harsh or lenient with her just because she's a woman. Now that's gender equality. She runs into Jodie and at first we think Jodie's going to act like a pig and a wolf. And he does act like that, but what makes this movie better than most is that he gets his comeuppance. Yes it's meant to be a source of comedy but given the 60s, Midge being allowed to push back against horny men is incredible. She grins and bears it when it's the other military men because a lot of them may outrank her and pushing back would be horrific. But since Jodie has no authority over her, she pushes back. In other movies Jodie would be a creep who escalates his advancements after every rejection. But he doesn't. He saw the look on Midge's face when she thought he got hurt. She doesn't actually hate him, she just hates how forward and physical he is.

Based on their social situations, you can clearly see how it influences these women's reactions to male attention. Midge is just so used to men seeing her for her body and nothing else that when in a situation where she can push back against that behavior she will do it, while the Kittyhawks hardly ever see men so any attention or interaction with men would be like giving kids candy after denying them that for so long. And whether he fully realizes it or not, Jodie has to acknowledge that Midge really isn't like other girls but her own person. So he changes his approach to serenading Midge with Tender Feeling. Easily the best song in the movie and actually adds depth to Jodie's character. Even though he's a cocky jock, this song actually matters by showing that he's capable of being more than that. It still fails but even when it fails the only thing on Jodie's mind isn't a notch on his bed post it's WEDDING BELLS. He had full choice of any Kittyhawk out there to marry. He could've married any one of them at any time. But he doesn't want to be with any of them. He wants Midge. You can make an argument that as soon as he saw Midge for the first time, he wanted to marry her. Unbelieveable how this side character in a cheap Elvis production actually has some type of character arc.

Meanwhile, Azalea tries to convince Ma about changing her mind. I know the movie wants to make us feel bad about it, but we don't have any reason to feel bad. I don't feel anything for this relationship. Outside of Josh being different than the other mountain men, there's no real reason for her to like him. I care more about Hezekiah missing Pappy and he's a dog.

So they go to find Pappy and all of the men except for the captain and Jodie get captured by the Kittyhawk women. For once an Elvis character doesn't like being appreciated by multiple women. I guess it's meant to show how Josh is more "civilized" than Jodie. We get another Joe Esposito appearance in this movie and he actually gets a line.

Ma actually gets a song lamenting the loss of her husband. Pappy, Won't You Please Come Home is actually a pretty appropriate song. It shows just how much she loves him. The vocals could be better but it doesn't have to be professional because within the context of the movie, Ma isn't a professional singer. Pitch doesn't matter when you're sad.

We find out Pappy got chased by a bear and got stuck in a tree. The wide shot of him being stuck in a tree is so bad. You can tell this is a stunt double since Arthur O'Connell is too old to be doing stuff like this. Even when you can see his face you can tell he's only dangling on a wire and it's not even clear how he's caught. I get we needed something to get Josh on the family's good side but they could've done this a bit better. You would think this would be when Josh and Jodie would have to work together to save Pappy, but I guess that would've just been too hard to film. Again if Jodie had a real character arc this would be the moment when he realizes "hey Josh just isn't doing this because he's told to. He genuinely cares about us. He acts like he's kin."

We get a good old fashioned hoedown and hi where did all these people come from? Up until now we've had the Tatums and the Kittyhawks as the only people who live on this mountain. So why is there a whole village of people here? It completely changes the Kittyhawk women's reason to exist. If you imply that there's literally no other man on this mountain outside of Jodie, then these women being boy crazy make perfect sense. Now that we know Jodie isn't the only young man, they just look like a stereotype that women are promiscuous.

Barefoot Ballad fits so well with Jodie's character but watch out foot phobic people because it's exactly as it says on the tin. The dancing however, isn't that great. It shows just how rushed this movie's production wise. I guess it could work in that in universe these aren't professionals but as a movie it could be better. This is where the song quota kicks in as we get yet another song in the span of not even five minutes. Once Is Enough is fine but it's still filler. The dancing is still bad as one of them actually falls down and it stayed in the final cut. Based on Pappy's little speech I would've thought he would start singing. Heck even the captain who would later play Grandpa Joe showed he could sing in Willy Wonka so it's not like we couldn't have had a Pappy song.

After all this time, Jodie finally gets a character moment where he warms up to Josh. While Jodie internally realizes that Josh was alright when he saved Pappy, this would've been the perfect moment to showcase that he's willing to compliment Josh. If only he had more of a role in the movie because what little we get shows a pretty engaging character arc. Midge coming around would've been a natural reason for him to warm up to city folk. I could make a whole post about how I would write his character since there's so much potential.

The Kittyhawk women actually play an important role by sending the general in circles. That's what makes this movie great. Everyone has a part to play even if they start off as a joke. Pappy gets in a drinking contest with the captain. I have to laugh that Jodie managed to snap Pappy's suspenders when Pappy tries to run away. It actually adds to Jodie's claim that he's the champion and therefore strongest man in the mountains. Ma makes it clear that they have to talk things over so Josh and Pappy try to make a deal over a game of checkers. Jodie actually tries to help Josh out by getting the captain sober. If only they took advantage of them looking alike and had Jodie disguise himself as Josh. Jodie would have to swallow his pride because he knows if this deal fails, he would lose Midge as she's a WAC.

It isn't until Josh comes up with a deal allowing Pappy to continue selling his moonshine without "revenoor" interference. They also get protection and $1000 a month for the land. The deal goes through and everyone ends up happy. The one thing I wish was better explained is how despite all these people being on the mountain, Pappy is somehow the leader. I think if we had so much as a line about how these people came from distant villages would be enough as it's not like the military intended on buying the entire mountain.

Kissin Cousins (Number 2) is a banger of a song and I really like Jodie's twang when he sings but wow the production is cheap. They don't even bother cropping the shot above where you can actually see Lance LeGault (Elvis' body double) in the background. This isn't the first nor only time either. Throughout the movie and during the song when they switch back and forth between Josh and Jodie, we can see his face by accident. Elizabeth Montgomery in Bewitched had to do something similar when she had to play Samantha and her identical cousin Serena. That episode came out in 1966 and managed to do a better job. A TV show somehow did the same concept better than an actual Hollywood produced film. It's so sad that production was rushed to the point of basic editing mistakes and mistakes in general are left in. Even the ending where the characters hold up "The End" signs feels like this is a cheap high school production instead of a Hollywood movie.

This movie has several problems. As I've said the production is cheap with songs that are nothing but filler and at times have noticeable mistakes, Josh is a very boring character with an uninteresting romance in Azalea, Jodie makes you wonder why they wanted Elvis to play two characters when one of them doesn't even do that much, and they outright insult Southerners by using very cliched stereotypes.

So why do I like this movie in spite of these problems? Because the story has enough good elements that you can actually fix the problems without having to completely change the movie. It's like a Clambake in that I would consider the highlights to be enough to cover the glaring errors in it. If this movie had a different production team or a better budget I would say this story is one of the better ones for an Elvis movie. Therefore I would give this movie a 7/10. This is a movie that best exemplifies how Colonel's interference directly hurt a movie that otherwise would've been great. I highly recommend watching it so you get the perspective of how poorly Hollywood thought of Southerners, yet still have the Tatum family feel like real people.

AN: Shout out to the discord besties for providing commentary about how the Tatum family showcased the bad light Hollywood painted the South in. Especially @grizelda71-blog. Your notes in particular helped me see both the good and the bad in this movie. Also shout out to @smokeymountainboy for your work as Jodie inspiring me to review this movie this month.

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