#I’m not saying this wouldn’t happen if there were more gay movies because it’s not just the lack of gay characters in film

[akuvvv9]

no bc i am CONVINCED something happened between Mike and Will between season 2 and season 3 and here’s why.

The first scene we see of them together is on the movie date at the cinema. (Also, why show Mike noticing something is up with Will in the first place? Will doesn’t even confide in him about what he’s feeling, so why? It’s unnecessary unless they want to show us something about Mike and Will. And if it’s to show Will’s feelings for Mike through lip glances, WHAT ABOUT MIKE???)

Mike looks at Will’s lips while asking if he’s okay, meaning he had been already looking at him since Will hadn’t made any noise or drawn any attention to himself before Mike talks to him. There are many many many scenes of Mike looking at Will’s lips to the point that it’s a meme. 

But then, look at Will. We all know Will is in love with Mike, has been for a while he just didn’t fully realize it until some time between season 2 and season 3, and didn’t accept it until some time between season 3 and season 4 (just in my opinion, this is flexible based off of your own perspectives and understandings). Either way, he has always been more discreet, looking when Mike isn’t looking at him in contrast to how Mike checks Will out both when he is and isn’t taking notice.

(Another thought, if we were supposed to pick up on the fact that Will is gay by the fact that he wears shorts shorts, BARELY EVER checks Mike out, is told “it’s not my fault you like girls,” and has been bullied for being queer, what does this say about Mike? Sure, he doesn’t wear short shorts, he wasn’t bullied for being queer except in regards to Will’s queerness, THEN it was always directed towards Mike, and Mike is always checking Will out and I’m gonna keep saying that because people are blind, and the fact that he even said that to Will in their rain fight was so out of nowhere like…what have you been thinking about when you’re alone? Huh? (i know what you are Michael Wheeler.) Then what? The only difference between the two is that Mike has a girlfriend, who he can’t even tell he loves to her face. Just saying. And I know Mike is queer coded in a different way than Will, but he also has all that proof I listed above and probably more. Moving on lol…)

Here’s some of Will looking at Mike in the arcade in S2E1 and in the grocery store in the fruit section S3E7. I don’t need to show examples for Mike because I’m sure we can all think of a bunch off the top of our heads. Will is a little harder to catch though.

Even in season 4 when we all KNOW Will has feelings for Mike, his glances are more discreet, we just see it more often because we are supposed to be aware he’s in love with Mike. So why, just why, does Will glance at Mike’s lips TWICE in the cinema. He knows Mike can see him because they’re talking, Mike is facing him, looking at him because he’s worried and is checking up on him. You could argue it’s because it’s dark, but their faces are illuminated by the screen, so it’s still a bold move on Will’s part. He knows Mike is looking at him and makes the decision to look at his lips twice when he’s usually so good at looking only when Mike can’t notice he is because he already has the subconscious feeling that he is in love with Mike, and that it should be a secret. Especially with what he’s always been bullied for by both his own dad and people at school. He’s learned to hide, which is funny because we all know how good at hiding Will is. 

Mike on the other hand, bitch has been checking Will out since the very beginning. When Will tells Mike the roll was a 7, Mike just stares at him. He doesn’t even give a proper response, which is out of character for him. If it were Lucas or Dustin (who wouldn’t of told him the truth in the first place), he would have said something, like actually anything. But with Will, he doesn’t. He just stares at him. 

We also know Mike & Will have a deep understanding of each other where they don’t need words to communicate. They finish each other sentences a lot, and in the 7 scene, when Will says, “it was a 7,” Mike furrows his brow. Will knows he’s asking a question without needing any verbal response, so he answers. And even then Mike doesn’t answer, just stares and watches as Will bikes away. (Kinna LGBTQ if you ask me).

Their ability to converse silently with little looks only adds onto the fact that Will thought he was picking up on something after season 2. He doesn’t need to be explicitly told by anybody that Mike is starting to realize things about himself and his feelings for Will because nonverbal communication is what the two have always been best at.

Back to the cinema date, it’s not weird for Mike to be checking Will out because he’s always been doing it. It’s also pretty brief in the movie theater, like he’s doing it with no thought behind it because it’s what he’s always done, so what’s the harm?

Now, for Will, he not only lip glances twice but it’s a longer gaze. A little linger. There is clearly something between them that only Will is reacting to because Mike is preoccupied trying to act straight with El. Maybe some hope that he could be grasping onto something between them.

Later, Will tells his mom he isn’t gonna fall in love. He doesn’t scowl or have a disgusted tone compared to when he saw proof of Jonathan and Nancy’s love. He probably believes that he’s not gonna fall in love, or get reciprocated love, for many reasons. He’s realizing he’s gay, he’s realizing Mike is special to him, he’s realizing that he is also special to Mike, but he says he won’t fall in love because even if he does, even if he’s realizing he’s also special to Mike, Mike can’t love him back because he has El. 

Which is why I believe something happened between them some time between season 2 and season 3. It’s clear that El can’t hang out with the party with the way it’s established how she has a curfew and how Mike reacts to her being at the mall with Max.

Also, Dustin was away at summer camp for a month. This means Mike and Will were left alone with the other canon couple in the party, Lucas and Max. Mike and Will spent a lot of time together, and probably picked up on a lot of signs they were attracted to each other.

The differences between how they reacted to that are hidden between their families. Despite being bullied for being queer, Will has Jonathan who is seen supporting Will and his “freakness”. However, Mike doesn’t have anyone like that. He’s probably never seen his parents be in love. The difference between him and Nancy is that Mike is a boy who likes a boy and Nancy is a girl who likes a boy. So Mike hides in his girlfriend to avoid the feelings he knows he has for his best friend.

Anyway, the reason why Will decidedly looks at Mike’s lips when he knows he’s looking, why he lingers and does it twice, is because that he felt okay doing this action for once since Mike did something to make him feel like he could. 

Then later, on S3E3, we get the Byler rain fight scene. At first, it really is all about their friendship and how Will feels left behind. But after Mike says, “It’s not my fault you like girls,” the gears shift in Will’s head. We then focus a lot on his face. He doesn’t say anything, meaning we are supposed to be reading something just from his expression. He looks hurt, for obvious reasons, but also like he wants to say something back but he can’t. And it’s noticeable how quiet he is after Mike says that in comparison to how much he was talking before. He thought Mike and him had something that summer, that those lip glances and nonverbal signs and cues meant something, but then it all comes crumbling down once Mike says those words. Will wants to say something, maybe about how he thought he had a chance, how Mike made him think he did, (or maybe even “What the fuck, Mike!?” because…wtf Mike,) but then he realized he didn’t.

This is further backed by what Will says in response to Mike talking about them playing games in his basement forever. “Yeah. I guess I did. I really did.” Because he really thought there was the possibility of that, thought he was picking up on something, but Mike’s words made him realize he didn’t. He was just projecting his own romantic feelings onto the scenario. He’s upset at Mike and himself for being so stupid, stupid for different reason though.

Only fools rush in, and in this moment, Will believes he is the biggest fool of them all. 

SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN WILL AND MIKE EARLIER THAT SUMMER AND I KNOW IT. 

or maybe i’m delusional because it’s 2am

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler proof #byler theory #byler analysis

[starrylayle]

Soman’s failed POC and Queer rep in the SGE saga — And why criticism is essential to the movie (franchise)

[repost]

Before I start though, I’d like to say that if you have any argument about forced representation, dni. I don’t give a shit that ur faves aren’t white anymore — and please stop fucking harassing Soman and the cast about this non-issue.

Now onto the racial criticism of Soman’s work, which I don’t see talked enough about.

Being a person of colour does not mean you are exempt from racial criticism. I’m sure this is known by now, but in the books, literally everyone is white. Like EVERYONE. And not only that, the beauty standards he portrays and tries to critique (but then fails miserably at unfortunately) are so Eurocentric it’s quite disheartening actually - pale skin, small noses, coloured eyes, etc. The themes are also quite Eurocentric as well — if you had told me that the books were written by a white author, I would believe you.

Now, I’ve always given him the benefit of the doubt here, considering he was writing a middle grade series as a marginalised author, which was a lot more difficult at the time, and because he does genuinely try to improve his POC rep in the later books (even if that does include retconning character’s previous descriptions lol). In that same vein, the cast is also noticeably more diverse, and I truly applaud Soman for that. However, he has not said anything in regards to the racism the cast have been getting, which considering his influence on the fandom, would have been much appreciated. (The only casting choice he actually spent some time defending was brunette Tedros 💀💀 — like mate, get your priorities together!). Also, since whiteness is quite intrinsic to the core themes of the story (I’ll make a separate post on that later), I worry that the movie will unintentionally be pushing it. And if that’s the case, people should be allowed to critique this (hypothetical) poor depiction of race, without it being considered racist. (As previously mentioned — this excludes those fucking weirdos who just hate on the cast coz their faves aren’t white anymore 🙄🙄)

Ok so, in regards to the queer-coding/queer-baiting:

Just like being a POC doesn’t mean u can’t have internalised racism, being queer doesn’t mean u can’t have internalised homophobia, especially to other members of the community. I don’t know why exactly Soman struggles with writing queer rep so much (I mean I can understand in 2013 — but now plenty of middle grade books include queer characters), but he barely has any canon gay rep.

Tristan/Yara, who is not even specified whether they are gay or trans, is one of the first characters to die, with absolutely no resolution to their arc whatsoever - and their queerness is never mentioned again. The next confirmed queer couple are two backgrounder guys who barely have any significance to the story. The couple after that are two evil white boys, who are only confirmed to be queer after they both die. They are are the only relevant gay characters at this point — yet ofc they’re dead, white and evil. This wouldn’t be a problem if there were other (good) queer characters, but since that is not the case, it just comes off as rather… icky.

Now notice how all these couples, as poorly written as they are, are all (white) gay men? There are hints that Hester and anadil might be in a relationship, but it’s never explicitly confirmed.

In addition, sophie and Agatha are explicitly queer coded — (I made a post about it on my acc for anyone’s interested) — they even kiss!! Of course people are going to be mad that they were baited into a relationship that ended up being incesteous! Especially, ESP, considering that Agatha is now a Black girl in this adaptation. We barely see any white canon wlw couples in media — Black sapphics are almost unheard of in the mainstream, especially as leads. first kill, one show that featured a Lesbian Black girl lead (a Dark-skinned one at that!)— got cancelled. And this happens all the time. Lesbians/sapphics, esp sapphics of colour, ESP Balck sapphics are barely given any time of day in our media in favour of centring gay white men in queer narratives, and thus they have every right to be upset at the queer baiting.

I’m not Black, but as a queer woman of colour, Agatha’s character has always been very special to me. I’ve always thought she should be a POC considering how different her and her mum are from the rest of her cookie-cutter village, and queer because she did not fit into conventional notions of femininity. It would be so awesome to see Agatha, a queer woman of colour, as the lead in a high-budget fantasy series. But alas, that is too many marginalised identities for the general audience.

Not only that, the twin reveal was just plain bad writing. It had absolutely no bearing at the story whatsoever and is never mentioned again. It was just done purely for shock value, and for that, I will absolutely critique Soman.

I know that this discourse is tired and worn out — and understandably so, it’s been years. However, now that this movie is approaching mainstream — At worst, this queer baiting can already add to the whole ‘lesbian relationships aren’t serious’ and other terrible stereotypes. At best, it deprives sapphics of much needed representation in mainstream fantasy films.

Remember, unlike with the books, we as fans have the power to influence the story. If the creators see how unpopular the twist is with the public, they can probably change it. We can make a difference! Btw, this doesn’t mean sophie and Agatha should be endgame — I’d like for them to be in a short term relationship and be confirmed as canonically queer — Tagatha can still be the end couple! (Not hophie tho, coz sophie is a lesbian and I despise Hort lol).

#the school for good and evil #sge #agatha of woods beyond #sge movie #representation #school for good and evil #agaphie #sophie of the woods beyond #the school for good and evil movie #agatha of the woods beyond #tagatha #sophie x agatha #representation matters #lesbian #bisexual #gay #queer #idk why Soman refused to give us queer rep #in the og series #but we have a chance to change that now !! #my stuff #sge movie spoilers

[deancaskiss]

at first, sam thought it was just a coincidence. cas walking out of dean’s room, fiddling with his tie as he left. the angel almost bumped into sam as he made his way towards the library, and there was a hint of a flush on cas’ face as he said hello before he quickly disappeared.

sam watched cas as he walked away, filing the information away for later.

but it happened again and again and again. sam often caught cas sneaking out of dean’s room, adjusting his tie or fixing his trenchcoat. and it didn’t take long for sam to put two and two together.

dean and cas were sleeping together.

they had to be. although why the need for the secrecy, sam didn’t know. it wasn’t like he was oblivious to the looks the two of them had been giving each other for years now. in fact, sam was damn glad they’d finally done something about it, because the incessant pining had become unbearable.

so when a case came up that needed a gay couple to go undercover, sam immediately pushed the computer towards dean. “you and cas can handle this, right?”

dean looked down at the computer, slightly horrified, before he darted his eyes up to sam in a panic. “why would cas and I handle this? what would possibly make us fit for this job? you and cas could easily handle this one, too.”

just then, cas walked into the room, hands full with a mug of tea for himself and a cup of coffee for dean; which he placed conveniently into dean’s hand before settling down next to him. “I heard my name. what’s going on?”

sam cocked his head, gesturing at the laptop with his thumb. “I thought you and dean could handle this one,” sam said.

cas looked at the screen and froze, his eyes darting nervously towards dean before a flush creeped along his cheeks. “why? I’m sure dean doesn’t want to do a case like that with me.”

“what?” sam asked, darting his eyes back and forth between dean and cas in confusion.

dean picked up his cup of coffee; mostly as a distraction.

“why wouldn’t you? since the two of you are already sleeping together,” sam stated.

there was a sharp cough before dean choked on his coffee. taking a few rattling breaths, dean managed to gasp out, “we’re what?”

“sleeping together. cmon, it’s obvious. I’ve known for weeks,” sam said, giving dean a look that clearly said that dean was the crazy one here.

“cas and i… we’re not… we haven’t… we’ve never…”

“we’re not together,” cas mumbled, darting his eyes down to his mug of tea.

“you’re not?” sam asked.

dean shook his head rapidly, even though his eyes darted over to cas and lingered.

“then why is cas always sneaking out of your room and fixing his clothes?” sam said in surprise.

cas looked up, meeting dean’s eyes. “we watch movies together in dean’s room, usually on his bed. I guess I hadn’t realized I was fixing my clothes after I left…”

dean coughed, tearing his eyes away from cas. “it’s just movie night. not like cas wants more anyway,” dean said, mumbling the last part into his coffee.

cas swiveled around, looking at dean with a sharp look of surprise… and hope. “you want more?” he whispered.

dean slowly moved his eyes away from the coffee and towards cas, giving him a small shrug. “maybe I do.”

“maybe I do, too,” cas replied, leaning closer into dean’s space.

“oh for the love of god. so you two aren’t sleeping together?” sam asked, looking back and forth between his dumbass brother and their ridiculous best friend.

“we aren’t…” cas started to say, even as his eyes flickered down to linger on dean’s mouth.

“but we are now,” dean finished the sentence, closing the gap to kiss cas.

sam sighed, pushing away from the table as dean’s hands found their way to cas’ tie. if sam thought cas had looked rumpled before, he certainly didn’t want to wait and see how disheveled cas would look now that he and dean were actually together.

#dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #destiel #spn #supeernatural #bex writing #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userjactingjoices #usermoogs #userda #userbon #useralison #emeraldcas #spxcekya #feathersforcas #scottstiles #thisisapaige #archervale

[sadhours]

Sixteen months have passed. Billy is an angry kind of bitter. ‘Cause he didn’t ever really open himself up to anyone. In preparation for moments like this, where he gave himself entirely to someone and loved them more than he loved himself. Which was kind of easy for him to, since Billy didn’t even like himself. The thing is, he resisted Steve. Yeah, maybe he started it back in basketball practice. But then Steve figured it out and Billy stayed away. Wouldn’t allow them to be alone together.

Steve grew persistent. So much so that Billy couldn’t ignore it and really, he was human. The second he saw those big, down turned puppy dog eyes and floppy hair he was certainly smitten. But those words his dad liked to call him flooded his mind whenever he looked at Steve ‘cause it was like Neil knew before Billy did. He smelled the queer on Billy before he could even figure it out for himself.

He remembers it down to the fucking socks Steve wore, how it finally happened. They were argyle, ugly pink and pale yellow. Golf socks probably. Steve’s mom definitely bought them. Billy laughed at them, in his dumb room with his ugly plaid wallpaper and his baseball trophies that can’t be hard to earn in a sweat stain of a city like Hawkins. Some semblance of a truce when Steve invited him over that night. Steve offered weed that’s laughable compared to what he was used to in San Diego but he still smoked it. Tried to fucking impress him with smoke tricks but Steve could do them all too. Cheap beers went down easy and then they talked. Steve complained about his parents and Billy was just barely intoxicated enough to admit the horror movie his own home life was like. Steve seemed concerned and Billy pushed it away, felt sober when Steve touched him. He confronted him, and Steve came clean.

“The hell did you even invite me here for? Soap opera bullshit?”

“I think you like me,” Steve had blurted out, “Or at least, maybe there’s a different reason you smashed my face up.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” Billy got all aggressive which looking back, he feels ridiculous about because Steve wanted him just as much.

“There’s like this look in your eye, it’s like, at first, I don't know,” Steve had exhaled, “You scared me at first, or annoyed me at least but then you almost killed me and after that, you looked at me different. Like you felt guilty. And I wracked my brain for why. Thought it was just like, you know, normal guilt but you didn’t apologize. Or like acknowledge it, and maybe… I figured maybe it’s because you were picturing your own face when you were punching mine.”

A beat of silence. Billy had no fucking clue what to say. But Steve said, “Then I realized you felt mad about it because you’d really rather kiss me than punch me and that scares you more than anything. And like, listen, I’m not gay. But I look at you and I find myself being attracted to you and I don’t question it. Must be natural if I’m feeling it.”

Billy stared at the stars after that but when Steve reached for his hand he didn’t recoil. He let him. And then Steve went inside, and Billy followed him.

So yeah, when Steve told him he didn’t feel that way anymore, it ripped his heart out. ‘Cause the reason they even got to where they were is because Steve’s stupid, pretty mouth got ‘em there.

Billy hadn’t liked anyone like he liked Steve. Hadn’t ever gone to bed, holding himself and imaging it was someone else. He was so used to being the only one there for him. And it became where he wasn’t home ever and it wasn’t because he was trying to get away from Neil. It was because he didn’t feel like himself if Steve wasn’t in arms reach. It was because Billy felt like he couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t in Steve’s company.

Like, yeah. It wasn’t healthy. Billy allowed himself to become utterly codependent on Steve. It was only a matter of time before Steve felt suffocated. Billy was up his ass, literally and figuratively.

For the dumbest shit. Steve said he missed women. And that just doesn’t make any sense to Billy. How can you miss something you don’t even have? Well, fuck, okay… he doesn’t have Steve and he misses him. Doesn’t have his mom and misses her. Fine, okay, it makes sense but Billy’s still mad. He didn’t even accept he liked men before Steve forced it on him, but he doesn’t miss women. Just misses the way Steve would play with his hair and the way his eyes crinkled and that little dimple in his cheek.

Billy discovers Nancy Wheeler is the reason for their break up. Jonathan’s out in California and well, Steve isn’t. Steve’s here. And Nancy’s still in school. Billy hopes she isn’t like her mom. That she won’t fold to the first love telling her he wants a family. Because Steve wouldn’t shut up about a family. Told Billy he wanted like, a fuckton of kids. Which like, Billy can’t physically give him. Maybe he’s cursing biology to this day for it, that’s his own business.

So Nancy and Steve pick up where they left off. Billy avoids them like the plague, can’t even fathom seeing Steve but Heather tells him all the gritty details. But he can’t avoid Steve forever. Because Maxine needs to rent a movie, and Billy’s still her designated chauffeur while he’s living under Neil’s roof. The BMW is parked outside so Billy insists he’ll wait in his car. It goes smoothly. He doesn’t see Steve. He stares at the fucking dumb car his daddy bought for him and thinks about all the times he spent in the backseat. A seething anger takes over him and he’s cruel to Max when she climbs back inside the Camaro.

But she keeps asking. And two nights he’s staring at the car under the horrible neon lights of Family Video.

Max takes a loooong time one night. Like thirty minutes. Billy chainsmokes until he can’t take it, too impatient as he storms through the doors. And then those puppy dog eyes meet his and it’s like a fucking freight train runs through him. His heart literally breaks again as his eyes catch the glimmer of a ring on Steve’s finger. Heather hasn’t told him this. There’s no common courtesy left in him as he grabs a hold of Max’s hood and drags her out of the store. Ignores the look on Steve’s face as he manhandles his step sister out of the fluorescent lit shop. Max doesn’t say a single word on the way home.

He’s having lunch with Heather when he sees the happy couple. He manages to keep calm. Mostly for Heather’s sake. Because Billy’s seeing red, wants to turn into a little tornado of destruction and Steve’s a pathetic trailer in his path. He lights a cigarette instead, tells Heather the most embarrassing things about Steve he can think of.

And then it’s calm for a while. Billy works an excruciating amount of overtime to distract himself. His dad finally tells him he’s proud. And Billy breaks then. Gets in his car and drives the familiar roads until he’s in Loch Nora. The BMW is parked where it always is, alone. He doesn’t even knock. Flies into the house with the anger he’s been bottling up for months.

Steve’s on the couch, stands upright and panicked when the front door smacks against the wall. Looks terrified. And Billy wants to be violent, wants to punch Steve’s lights out but he doesn’t. Instead he looks at him and cries, “Why?”

He’s cried in front of Steve before. It’s not new, but they haven’t talked in so long.

“Billy,” Steve’s voice is firm, like Billy’s a fucking dog and he just has to scold him.

“No! Fuck you!” he shoves Steve, but the taller man doesn’t budge. Grabs onto Billy’s biceps. “I loved you!” Billy cries, “You made me love you!”

“Hey, hey… woah,” Steve looks so alarmed, his eyebrows knit together and fuck, he still loves him.

“Why did you do this?” Billy blubbers, punching weakly against Steve’s chest.

Steve wraps his arms around Billy, pulls him flush and he can’t fight back. He’s where he’s wanted to be this whole time, in Steve’s arms. He cries, shoving his face in Steve’s neck as the sobs wrack through his body.

“I hate you!” Billy cries and cries, clutching onto Steve. He rubs soothing circles into Billy’s back. Still knows how to calm him down. “I can’t— I can’t— Steve!” he sobs, welcoming the tight embrace. “I love you…”

“I know,” Steve comforts him, squeezing hold of Billy. It’s wrong but it helps. Just being close like this again with him. He feels whole again.

“Why?” he cries a little softer this time.

Steve sighs, pulls back but starts petting Billy’s head, “Because... the way you feel about me… it’s how I feel about Nancy.”

Billy’s heart twists, Steve might as well reached inside his chest and wrung it out himself.

“No… Steve…” Billy hiccups, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, “I… what about me?”

Steve sighs, “Listen… I do love you, still. There’s always gonna be this place in my heart for you but it’s done. I’ve moved on, Billy.”

He sniffles, looks up at the man he loves but decides he’s embarrassed himself enough. He pulls back and straightens himself out, “Yeah. No. I’m… fuck, okay. Yeah, that’s fine. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be what you wanted. But you’re right. It’s done.”

—

“Heather,” Billy laughs, reaching for her hand. “C’mere.”

She laces their fingers as she leans into him. Okay, so he never saw this coming. And yeah, he sees Steve around. Sees Nancy and her huge belly. Sure it still hurts. But he’s got Heather. He thinks that’s all he needs.

#billy x steve #harringrove #angst

[oddballwriter]

What it’s like to date and be in a relationship with the MH guys

Summary: My headcanons on what I think it would be like to be in a relationship with Jay, Alex, Brian, and Tim. 

Warnings: I will occasionally bring up the events of the Marble Hornets series with them so be aware of that, but for the most part this is just what I think they are like as your boyfriends. Mentions of death, grief and grieving, being stalked, and holding in trauma 

Relationship: romantic

Author’s Snip: I know I said that I would have all the slenderverse guys together but I have a feeling that this is going to be a long one so I’m going to have them have respective posts.

Notes: Jay is canonically gay, this has been confirmed, if you do not identify as male/masc then you can skip his. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Jay

I mentioned in my love language post that your relationship with him would be “low maintenance” 

What I mean by that isn’t that it hardly feels like your in a relationship but rather that being in a relationship with him is just easy and simple

You guys’ dates mostly consist of just having movie nights and over all just being in each others company 

I did say his love language was quality time after all

He’s not a pda kind of guy

He’ll hold your hand and maybe steal a few loving glances while in public but he’s not all over you, however when in private he will hold you close a little and have the occasional cuddle and kisses

You two are near each other all the time tho 

Wherever Jay goes, you go, and vice versa

It’s not like a dependency or that dramatic ass “I CAN’T STAND NOT BEING WITH YOU!” thing 

You and him just straight up follow each other around cause why not?

The whole group is used to you being with Jay all the time and welcome it since they think you’re cool

They actually think it’s weird when you aren’t together cause they’ve gotten so used to it

(w/ MH events)

If we wanna add in the events of the MH channel, you are probably right next to him in his pursuit of answers on what happened to Alex and what the hell his going on

Why wouldn’t you? You knew Alex too and saw his change in behaviors and decline before running away. Also, why not support your boyfriend in this weird little escapade?

Once shit gets heavy and you have to deal with two masked stalkers, a faceless monster, and the person you were looking for trying to kill you, Jay feels awful

He brought you into the line of danger

He honestly cares more that you’re in danger rather than the fact that he’s in danger

When he died you were obviously devastated and in shambles

He probably didn’t tell you where he was going because he knew it was dangerous and didn’t want you to get hurt anymore, he wanted you to be safe for once 

It was a stupid idea of him to even go there at all, but I guess he loved you enough to keep you safe from something that he felt could be the most dangerous thing of all

Alex

He’s a really sweet guy

Have you seen him pre-MH? He looks like a sweetheart

Not in that “uwu he baby” way but he just looks really sweet

I also hc that his love language is quality time but he actually wants to take you places and actually do stuff rather than just watch movies

I mean, you do watch a lot of movies but it’s not as simple as it would be with Jay

He talks all about his latest projects with you because film is his passion and he wants to be a filmmaker, so he’s gonna talk about it. Listen you him ramble, please. It lets him know that you care about his passions and are supportive of him

He doesn’t want you to constantly be around him, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be around you, but sometimes he just can’t find an excuse to have you with him all the time

He would like to but, like, honestly, what are you really gonna do on a film set other than play assistant?

And his assistant you are not

He’s probably such dork, he looks like one and always has (/lh)

You have dork for a boyfriend

(w/ the events of MH)

If you were dating while the og Marble Hornets was being filmed then you probably noticed his change pretty early if not first to notice

Your little dates and hangouts get less and less and even when you do, there’s something off about him

At first you think like everyone else and assume that Marble Hornets is putting a lot of stress on him. He’s probably ranted about all the things going wrong on set

But then he gets worse and he just never comes to see you anymore

I’m gonna say that you weren’t infected with operator or showed no signs at all and so he leaves you alone 

He probably sent you a break up text basically just saying that somethings have happened and that you guys aren’t going to work out anymore and then just disappears off the face of the planet with not farther explanation

It’s not you, it’s him, he didn’t wanna get you infected and needing to do what he thought was ‘helping’

Jay probably asked you what Alex said to you before he left once he starts the channel but you only tell him what you know

You were pretty much in the dark about what he was seeing and going through

Brian

Boyfriend material, absolute boyfriend material

I don’t wanna pull the golden retriever boyfriend card but...

Look at him

I have no choice

Dude, dude, he loves you

He’s a very affectionate guy and he’s not shy to have some pda

If he wants to hold you and kiss you, he’s gonna hold and kiss you 

I hope you like physical affection, because that’s his love language 

He also says “I love you” and compliments you all the time

All the damn time

If you are very feeling bad about something or yourself, give him a call or have him come over. All that sadness is gone!

Love is stored in the Brian 

Brian is a very friendly guy and gets along with everyone along with being pretty cool, so if anyone is being rude to you, he’ll kindly tell them to knock it off

But if someone is a complete asshole, oh boy, he’s gonna lay it down and tell them to get the fuck out of there with their bullshit attitude

No one is mean to his loved ones, especially his partner

(w/ events of MH) 

If I’m correct, in the series, its mentioned that he just went missing and he stayed missing since no one knew he was Hoodie the entire time

When he went missing, you got worried sick

It’s not like him at all to just vanish without saying anything to anyone, especially you 

You just hold onto hope that he’ll show back up and everything will be fine

You honestly wouldn’t even ask questions, you would just be happy to have your boyfriend back home safe

He does stalk you a bit as Hoodie, but he never lets you see him

Ever

He also doesn’t “check on you” as often either

He doesn’t want to rope you into the massive mess he’s in and put you in harms way so he just watches you from an even farther distance than he does with Jay and Tim and Alex

He also doesn’t wanna scare you either so he doesn’t do it as much

He just wants to watch over you and make sure you’re safe form all of this

You obviously never get to know whatever happened to him 

But I guess it’s lucky of you to live unaware

Tim

He looks so brooding and like he doesn’t want anyone to talk to him

But like, if you look at him when he’s not going through all nine rings of hell and then some, he’s just an awkward and shy person

But in a cute way

Idk but the fact that he’s kinda awkward makes him cute and charming in a way 

I’ve mentioned that you’re probably the first serious relationship he’s been in if not his first relationship at all, so he kinda doesn’t really know what to do 

Your dates are mostly late night drives around town and maybe going to an occasional hangout stop or go see a movie rather than an actual “proper” date

If you wanna go eat somewhere he’s fine with that but closed spaces with lots of people kinda make him a little nervous, plus he seems like he enjoys more quiet things with you

The quiet lets him and you focus on each other and that makes the date more special to him 

He’s a little bit scared to integrate physical affection at first and still occasionally is, but once you let him know that you are open for him the be affectionate like that then he feels comfortable 

Pda makes him nervous since he doesn’t like drawing attention to himself very much but he’ll hold your hand

One small form of pda that he’s okay with and actually loves is when you guys are sitting close together and you put your head on his shoulder 

He can’t explain why but it just makes him happy

In private, he likes to cuddle with you

He doesn’t really care if he’s big or little spoon 

But sometimes when he’s having a rough patch or moment, he prefers to be little spoon but won’t mention it

He very clearly/obviously went through stuff in his past and he has some baggage from it that he can’t let go

Help him with that

You don’t need to be his therapist or anything like that

Just, give him some reassurance that you’re here for him and that he can be vocal about the things he went through and how he feels 

(w/ events of MH)

I’m gonna format this that you and him get together after everything that happens 

I honestly think that Tim genuinely became a hermit and never made many close connections with anyone other than Jessica

But I guess you found a way 

He’s scared, really scared

He’s terrified of passing his disease onto you 

He’d obviously never tell you everything about what happened or either doesn’t say anything at all 

The most he’ll say is that in his past a lot of the people that he loved and cared about ended up getting hurt because of him 

He has such awful survivor’s guilt and is holding in so much

You might not know everything but it means a lot to him that you’re there and there for him

Sometimes when he’s having a rough night, he either calls you asking you to come over or if he can come over

Say yes

You’re the only form of comfort he has outside of therapist’s office

Tell him that he’s okay and that you’re okay

#slenderverse #marble hornets #mh tim #mh brian #mh alex #mh jay #alex kralie #brian thomas #jay merrick #tim wright #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse x reader #mh brian x reader #mh jay x reader #mh tim x reader #mh alex x reader #x reader scenario

[ripaxed]

Forgive the lazy and rough graphic but, Season 2 team ideas?

Should note I made these with the self imposed and probably unnecessary restrictions of having an equal split of former Ferocious Trout and Frogs of Death members.

Splitting up both Wayne & Raj and, to a lesser extent, Millie & Pryia just feels very natural to me. Wayne & Raj were nearly always together so separating them AND making them compete against each other is just a natural source of conflict. Whereas Millie was of course very dependent on Pryia during the first season to make it far so isolating them from each other seems like the natural next step. This would force Millie to try to make new allies and use whatever skills that stuck from Pryia’s training.

Having Bowie/Raj and Emma/Chase on the same team not only creates the contrast of a very healthy couple vs a very toxic one, but also forces interaction between Bowie and Emma after their fallout.

Also for Bowie, there’s drama in him interacting with Caleb, as he would now know that it was Bowie who got him voted out day one. His reaction in the first episode tells me he wouldn’t let that go.

Axel and Scary Girl can kind of work on any team, so I don’t have much to say for them. Though I do think the idea of Axel and Bowie contrasting against each other to be rather funny.

(I know a lot of people want a Lauren-Damien-Pryia thing to happen and I support that, I just think it can happen with not all of them being on the same team)

I’d like to see Julia and MK on the same team again. It was MK who jumpstarted Julia’s whole villain arc and, more notably, it was Julia who got MK eliminated, which she’d definitely not be over. I could definitely see them having a strong rivalry, or a bit of a villainous alliance. Either way I think they should be gay about it.

Speaking of MK being eliminated, I’m imagining her line about “At least [she] didn’t make any friends” to be some sort of foreshadowing. Who’s the character I think has the best shot of being an actual friend to her? That’d be Zee. He’s shown to be able to get along with pretty much anyone. MK typically avoids having any deep interactions with other characters by overloading her conversations with sarcastic insults, and I literally couldn’t imagine Zee actually comprehending that she’s insulting him. Instead, he thinks they’re just having a pleasant conversation. I see them becoming ‘friends’ by Zee just hanging around her a lot and MK eventually getting used to it (and start to enjoy his company, not that she’d admit that).

In contrast, I actually like the idea of there being someone Zee doesn’t like, that being Nichelle. In Taste Buddies there’s that whole exchange with Julia and Zee about how rather than him not wanting to talk about a very disgusting alien movie because it was gross, he didn’t want to talk about it because he felt it was a weak directorial effort. I could imagine this idea of Zee being a bit of a film buff being expanded to him not vibing with Nichelle like he does everyone else because he finds the movies she stars in to be vapid or something along those lines. I easily see this bothering Nichelle since she’s so used to being praised and beloved. (Should note: I saw someone else come up with this concept, but I don’t remember where)

Speaking of Nichelle, something I’d like to see is her being contrasted with Priya, as she’s someone who actually has the skills everyone believed Nichelle to have. Though, I like the idea of despite that, they actually end up bonding, as I could see Priya’s parents making sure she knows a lot about the entertainment industry (both because of Total Drama of course being a show and in case of a TDA like season) and them getting along from there.

I also want to keep Priya and Damien on the same team. Wether it be to develop them romantically or further their friendship, I’d just like to see more of them together. Maybe make up for the lack of ‘knows everything about TD vs knows nothing about TD’ interactions that I’m surprised we didn’t get in the first season. Maybe they could even have a bit of a brains and brawn duo thing going on.

I don’t have too many thoughts on Ripper, I’m kind of imaging him as an early boot this time around. Still, this gives him a chance to interact with characters he hasn’t before. And maybe Priya finds out he was who suggested that Millie cut her raft, and something happens from that? Could be something there.

#total drama #total drama 2023 #total drama 2023 season 2 #tdi #me #bowie td #raj td #axel td #millie td #emma td #chase td #caleb td #scary girl td #julia td #mk td #zee td #nichelle td #priya td #damien td #wayne td #ripper td

[elmoshipsbyler]

i’m writing this with a pounding migraine, so bear with me, but i feel like a decent percentage of homophobic m*levens genuinely find byler unsettling, and are coming from a place of unease/discomfort

imagine living in a world where you can turn on a TV show and feel comforted knowing there’ll be at least someone on screen who you feel represents you. no matter what show, no matter what movie, there’s always someone who you’ll be able to relate to

now imagine- if you’re living under this assumption that you’ll always be represented, anything different feels like having the rug pulled from under you. if you’ve spent your whole life seeing straight couples on TV (and expecting straight couples), having a character turn out to be gay can feel almost like deception. you were in your comfort zone, and now you’re not anymore. think about all the tweets you see from m*levens talking about how disappointed they are about the “lack of straight representation”

and so you start to see this as a threat. any POSSIBILITY that a character (one which you happen to relate to) can end up being gay, that becomes a threat, because you’re not used to being forced out of your comfort zone

if it turns out that mike reciprocates will’s feelings, that’s a “betrayal”, because the assumption was that, unless the audiences was given a big flashing warning in advance that “this will be a character you won’t be be able to relate to”, he would be a “safe” character. he wouldn’t make them have to question anything, because he’s a “default” guy. mike being queer would mean that they were never given the option to “opt out” of representation. it would also force the audience to start looking at their media critically and wonder why they assumed he would be straight. and that would, in turn, force them to look at the world around them and ask themselves the same questions

or, even worse [cue dramatic music] it forces them to reevaluate themselves and their own relationships with other people. thinking about a girl i know who gets really weird around byler, who’ll say “they’re not gay, everyone’s like that” but has yet to consider that maybe no, not everyone’s like that

for most people in minority groups, there never was this default-representation to begin with, so there’s not the same feeling of “betrayal”. there was never the inherent assumption that you can just turn on any piece of media and immediately recognize yourself in one of the characters. you get used to relating to PIECES of a character, rather than the whole, cause you know that you’ll never see yourself in entirety being represented on screen

but if you’ve gone your whole life thinking your specific experiences are “normal”, and inherently deserve to be represented on screen more than other experiences, only for your expectations to be subverted, it forces you to question WHY you assumed you were the default. and i feel like a lot of people don’t want to ask themselves that question

#which is also why i think straighbating should be more common #while it’s fun to joke about #it actually serves the important purpose of reminding people that #1. you CANNOT opt out of diversity #2. if diversity makes you uncomfortable then learn to be comfortable in uncomfortable situations- because queer people aren’t going anywhere #3. you can’t assume yourself to be the default #anyway #stranger things #byler #byler tumblr #anti m*leven #analysis #mike wheeler #will byers

[heyiwrotesomethings]

I SAW YOUR REQUESTS OPEN AND I DASHED MY WAY TO YOUR BLOG ASAP. Is it okay? If I can request the part 3 of the Crash series you got going on? 🙏🥺

Crash Prt III: Dates and Demons

Shinobu Kochou x They/ Them Reader

A/N: PrtII PrtIV Had a tough time trying to decide where to take the story next. It was one of those where I hated it while I wrote it and forced myself to write a demon fight but then I tweaked some things as I realized it wasn’t that bad as I read it back. Hopefully you’ll all think the same. Fun thing I learned about okoge when I was spellchecking it is that it’s also (maybe outdated?) slang for a woman who surrounds herself with gay men. Sticking to them like burnt rice in a pot. It’s also a movie apparently. Thought that was an interesting piece of trivia. Enjoy! Word Count: 5,977

(Y/n) waited at the train station platform, rocking to and fro from their heels to their soles. They were a little nervous, but mostly excited because the day before, Shinobu’s crow, En, had flown down and took perch on their shoulder while they were grocery shopping in town. The crow had informed them that Shinobu would be free for the next couple of days and that she would be taking a train early the next morning to visit.

(Y/n) told En that they would be eagerly awaiting Shinobu’s arrival and that they would meet her at the station. Satisfied, the crow took off, prepared for her long journey home.

It was then that (Y/n) fully realized that Shinobu was coming to visit them. Here. Tomorrow. And then they started to panic.

What would they do? What would they talk about? Was Shinobu staying over? If she was, they had to clean their house. Should they only eat out, or should (Y/n) cook for her? A bit of both? There was so much to do! So much to consider!

“AHHH!”

(Y/n) yelled in the middle of the road. Anyone who wasn’t already looking at them strangely for talking to a bird turned to give them a wary glance now.

It was a good thing they had nothing going on, because they spent the whole day and most of the night shopping, making their house presentable and planning an itinerary for Shinobu’s visit.

(Y/n) suppressed a yawn. Their work would be worth it. Anything was worth it if it was for Shinobu. Again they felt nerves gnawing at their thoughts. They hadn’t been able to see Shinobu in person for over a month. They sent weekly letters, but that couldn’t compare to being in the face to face.

A train loudly whistled unexpectedly, nearly causing (Y/n) to fall into the tracks as the train rolled into the station. The train hissed to a halt and then people started filing out of the passenger cars.

(Y/n) scanned the crowd for Shinobu, but even as the crowd began to thin out, they didn’t see her. Did she miss the train? Or perhaps accidentally got on the wrong one? Did something come up?

As (Y/n)’s mind churned with possibilities, Shinobu silently approached from behind wearing a wicked grin. She tiptoed closer, and when she was within striking distance, she blew a puff of air directly into (Y/n)’s ear.

They jumped in the air and squeaked in surprise. Then they heard laughing, and while they turned to investigate all wide-eyed and heart pounding, they rubbed at their ear. When they saw it was Shinobu, they lit up, tingling ear promptly forgotten.

“Scare easily, (Y/n)-san?” Shinobu teased. “You really ought to be more observant of your surroundings.”

“Shinobu-san! I’m glad you could make it! Was the trip over okay?”

(Y/n) was a little torn on how to proceed. In actuality, this was only the second time they have been together. Their first meeting and first and only date thus far happened on the same day and again, that was over a month ago. It wouldn’t be weird to go in for a hug, right? Too much to kiss her on the cheek?

Fortunately, Shinobu took the lead and brought them in for a quick hug as she answered.

“Yes, it was nice. The scenery on the way over was quite lovely, but I’m happy to say that this view is much better.” She teased, planting a kiss on (Y/n)’s cheek and adding another date to her mental tally before she pulled away to look around the the platform.

“Y-yeah, it’s really nice here this time of year.” (Y/n) agreed. Silently marveling over how Shinobu seemed to be able to just jump right back in where they left off a month ago as if no time had passed at all.

“Hm?” Shinobu turned, “Oh yes, it seems lovely here too, but the compliment on the view was for you dear, you are the view.” She explained bluntly.

The combination of the physical contact, the compliment and the term of endearment was nearly enough to make (Y/n) combust. Shinobu took their hand and pulled them away from the train platform.

“Give me the tour. I’m excited to experience the goings-on of your district first hand.”

(Y/n) smiled, slowly feeling the tension leave their shoulders as Shinobu pulled them around and asked questions or commented on what she saw.

They had nothing to worry about after all. It hadn’t been a fluke that Shinobu seemed to enjoy their first date together. She really enjoyed spending time with (Y/n) as much as they enjoyed spending time with her.

When Shinobu started to slow down, (Y/n) suggested they take a rest and have a meal from one of their favorite carts that rested near a really picturesque view of the mountains when it wasn’t cloudy.

They sat on a bench beneath an umbrella and stared out at the rugged landscape as they talked and ate.

Once they had a significant amount of rest, (Y/n) took the lead and showed Shinobu all the places they thought she might like when they were wracking their brain last night.

Shinobu throughly enjoyed their suggestions. Especially the local apothecary and specialty seed vendor cart. Then they stopped at a few other little stands that caught her eye in the market.

“I told the girls I’d get them all something.” Shinobu shared. “I actually caught them trying to board the train with me because they’re so curious about you.”

“Next time I have a window of free time I would love to meet them.” (Y/n) replied sincerely.

“They would like that very much, as would I.” Shinobu grinned. Another meeting secured.

When the skies became tinted with orange and pink and each of their hands had a bag to hold, (Y/n) had a choice to make. To put Shinobu up in a nearby inn, or to invite her to stay at their house.

They didn’t want to make Shinobu uncomfortable or risk a misunderstanding of their intentions. They did really want to spend as much time with Shinobu as they could before she had to go back home though.

Their intentions were pure, and they had set up the guest room in their frenzy last night, not to mention they had planned to make Shinobu dinner that night anyway… well, fortune favors the bold, or so they say.

“Shinobu-san, I wanted to make you dinner myself tonight. Would you mind spending the night?”

Shinobu wanted to tease them so bad, but she cut them some slack this time. There would undoubtedly be more opportunities anyway.

“That sounds wonderful! Lead the way.”

***

When they arrived, (Y/n) showed Shinobu to the guest room right away to help get her bags situated. Shinobu was interested to see the modest home so different from the grand mansions herself and the other Hashiras lived in. (Y/n) explained that they wouldn’t know what to do with all that space if they had it.

“Feel free to look around. I’ll be in the kitchen so, shout if you need anything.”

Shinobu smiled and nodded, then (Y/n) left her to her own devices.

Shinobu took her time freshening up and changing out of her travel clothes, but when that was done she decided it was time to snoop around a little bit. Not checking drawers or anything like that, goodness no. Just seeing how (Y/n) took care of their space, how they decorated, such things could tell you a lot about a person and their interests and (Y/n)’s interests were exactly what she was wanting to learn more about.

Shinobu wanted to get something for (Y/n) that she would be certain they would like and would remind them of her when they were apart.

She could at least be pleased in the fact that their home wasn’t a barren wasteland like Tomioka’s. She wouldn’t have to worry about them in that regard at least. Their home had a bunch of neat things that decorated the halls and rooms. She found a few possibilities that she could work with, but she got herself a little turned around in the process.

(Y/n)’s home was much smaller than hers so theoretically she would only need to turn a few corners to find the bedrooms again, but (Y/n) did say to shout if she needed something and she felt like it had been quiet for far too long.

“Ah!” She shouted.

She was a little out of practice, but it was plenty loud enough. She stifled her laughter when she heard someone running through the halls.

“Shinobu-san?!” She heard (Y/n) call from not terribly far away.

“Over here.” She called, already walking in the direction (Y/n)’s voice had come from.

(Y/n) nearly plowed her over when they turned the corner, but they managed to pivot on their foot and spin just narrowly out of the way.

“Are you a dancer, (Y/n)-san? How nice.” Shinobu teased.

“Shinobu-san!” They whined, “I thought you were in trouble!”

“Nope! I simply couldn’t find the way back myself. You did say to shout if I needed anything, correct?”

“Well, yes but—“

“And with what speed did you fulfill that promise! You almost bowled me over a second time. I dare say It’s almost as if you want to pin me to the ground.”

Shinobu was having way too much fun. She loved the reactions she could pull from (Y/n). She certainly hoped that they wouldn’t become too accustomed to her teasing so she could see the cute faces they made over and over.

“I have to make sure the rice isn’t burning!” (Y/n) yelled as they turned tail and ran, their face was probably hot enough to burn the rice alone.

“A light toasting wouldn’t hurt,” Shinobu said, easily keeping up with the pace (Y/n) set, “I enjoy the texture of Okoge. Let me help you finish up, okay?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Maybe not, but I’d like to. I want to spend all the time with you that I can. Don’t you?”

“AHH!”

(Y/n) felt like steam was rushing out of their ears. Shinobu was relentless and she knew it too if that evil little laugh was anything to go by.

“(Y/n)-san, why are you running faster?”

“The rice! Definitely just because of the rice!”

Shinobu followed close behind, a wide, genuine smile on her face. When was the last time she allowed herself to be so unrestrained? What was it about being with (Y/n) that just made her forget about all the pain and strife of the world? She couldn’t begin to explain it. Everything just felt right with them near.

When they made it to the kitchen, Shinobu smiled affectionately at (Y/n)’s back while they stiffly moved around to make sure that nothing had burned in the few short minutes they had been away.

Shinobu approached from behind and gave them a hug. She apologized for flustering them so much, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself. Despite their reactions, (Y/n) didn’t really mind too much. They liked the glint in her eyes and the way her smile would spread a little wider just before she spoke. And of course the hug she supplied when she thought she may have gone a little overboard was nice too.

Shinobu weaseled her way into helping (Y/n) finish up cooking and setting up the table and then they sat down together to eat. She complimented and thanked them for their hospitality. It was a good end to a perfect day. If only (Y/n)’s Kasugai crow hadn’t come screeching in.

“Mission, mission!” They cawed as they rolled on the floor at (Y/n)’s feet. They were always a special bird.

“Oh! Sorry Shinobu-san, I have to go. Please make yourself comfortable, don’t wait up.” (Y/n) was already shifting into work mode.

They began walking to their room to change and retrieve their sword. Shinobu followed along.

“I’ll come with you.” She decided, opening the guest room door to retrieve her own gear.

“No, that’s okay. It’s your day off after all. Rest.”

“I came here to spend time with you. Besides, I want to see what you can do in battle. I think it will be very enlightening.”

If she really wanted to come, (Y/n) wouldn’t try to dissuade her. To be honest, they found the idea rather exciting. A chance to show Shinobu that they could be careful and calculated where it counts. That they had earned the title of Hashira.

When both emerged from their rooms ready to go, they ran after (Y/n)’s crow through the valley and up into the mountains. It was a bit of a strenuous hike, but within a couple of hours they made it to the afflicted area. All they needed to do now was find whatever demon was troublesome enough to need a Hashira to track it down.

“The moon sure is beautiful tonight, don’t you agree, (Y/n)-san?” Shinobu asked.

(Y/n) looked up to the sky and spun all around. The moon was nowhere visible as far as they could tell. It was dismally dark with the exception of twinkling far-off stars. They turned back to Shinobu to tell her they couldn’t see it, to which Shinobu replied,

“Not one for poetics, (Y/n)-san? You’ll have to look it up sometime.”

“Huh?”

“Shhh,” Shinobu’s demeanor suddenly became serious and she held her handout to signal (Y/n) to stop walking.

They held still, hand on their hilt ready to draw their blade at a moment’s notice. Sure enough, there was a distant warbling sound that did not match the natural sounds of the landscape. Shinobu and (Y/n) shared a sideways glance before both took off running in the direction of the noise.

The closer they got, the worse the stench in the air became. They climbed up a rather steep incline to find themselves at the mouth of a foreboding cave, an array bodies strewn carelessly around, a few were identifiable as slayers who had come before them and failed.

“I didn’t know something like this existed up here… these poor people.” (Y/n)’s brow furrowed. They would certainly give this demon the fate it deserved.

“I will check for any survivors. This demon’s work is messy. It may have been cruel enough to leave some of them suffering.” Shinobu spoke lowly.

(Y/n) nodded, lightly running their hand over Shinobu’s stiff shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to give it the same treatment. I’m forging ahead.”

“Shout if you need something.” Shinobu said wryly, though she meant it seriously.

“I will.”

(Y/n) left Shinobu to count the casualties at the mouth of the cave and walked inside. The warbling seemed to echo around the walls and more dead littered the chambers within. The stench was unlike anything they had ever encountered and they hoped never to again. The darkness was also concerning. Even though they had been walking through the night without much trouble, it didn’t compare to the darkness of the cave. They had a feeling their eyes would not be reliable in this fight.

Their foot skidded over a loose pebble and the warbling stopped. Not a good sign. Something told (Y/n) they had just lost whatever edge they might have had on the demon with that single step.

They heard a skittering noise coming from one of the deeper chambers. They drew their sword and flattened themself against the craggy, damp wall, hoping to ambush whatever came around the corner.

Six spindly arms latched onto either side of the cavern, holding up a feeble looking body just high enough that the tops of it’s feet skimmed the ground. The demon was feeling around, it didn’t seem to be able to see in the darkness any better than (Y/n) could.

They could hear it’s arms skimming the cave walls, searching for them. They could just barely make out the dark shape sliding towards them and struck first.

The demon wailed, mourning the loss of its arm by attempting to grab onto (Y/n) with another, but that arm was also quickly dealt with.

(Y/n) took several hops back when the demon got too close for comfort. The demon shrieked angrily as new arms bubbled up to replace the ones lost.

“Particularly awful thing, aren’t you?” They hissed, readying their sword. “I think I’ll be doing you a favor here.”

The demon lunged. It was hard to dodge in the cramped space, but (Y/n) managed and unleashed a powerful strike that removed three arms at once. The demon’s balance suffered and it fell to its side. Not wanting to waste anymore time, they rushed to decapitate it, only to freeze at the last second.

“No!”

That sounded like Shinobu! Was she in trouble? The demon tried to swipe at them but they managed to get themself together before the hit could land.

“Shinobu-san?” (Y/n) called.

“Here! Hurry!”

How did she sound like she was deeper in the cave? They hadn’t passed each other somehow, had they? Maybe there had been a connecting path somewhere near the mouth of the cave.

“Let’s take care of you quickly.” They told the demon. They flipped over it’s reaching hands and readied a breathing technique, quickly severing the demon’s head and any arms in their way. As soon as they heard it’s body drop, they took off deeper into the cave.

They listened hard. Shinobu’s voice seemed to reverberate off of every wall. It was hard to pin down the right direction.

“Shit!” They gasped.

They made a turn and their foot met open air instead of rock, they tumbled down the rugged slope until they found their footing again amongst rattling debris. They didn’t need to see to know that they were stepping upon old bones.

“Shinobu-san?”

“You made it.”

(Y/n) turned, reaching for Shinobu’s hand. She sounded so close. Instead, they found pain blooming across their ribs.

“I could hear you both from the mouth of the cave… it’s always so much easier when there’s more than one…”

(Y/n) swung their blade, grunting in pain when the demon removed her claws from their ribs so she could get away.

“(Y/n)-san, where are you?”

If that demon thought they would fall for the same trick twice, they had another thing coming!

“I’m over here!”

Now that sounded like them, but they certainly hadn’t said anything.

“I’m coming!”

“Shinobu-san, it’s a trick!”

“There you are.”

(Y/n) felt claws run down their back. Apparently that had been a double fake-out. This demon was surely the most dangerous within the cave. The other probably just fed off of the scraps this one deemed unsatisfying. No wonder a Hashira was needed for the job.

Meanwhile, Shinobu had finished her tally and had come across the fading corpse of the demon that previously roamed the upper chambers. She thought she heard (Y/n) yell and she wasn’t going to wait around to hear if more would follow. She needed to find them quickly to make sure they were okay.

She could hear voices echoing in the chambers the further she went. She found it disturbing that along with (Y/n)’s voice, she could hear what sounded eerily like her own. What an annoying demon art to encounter in pitch darkness. No wonder the monster lived in such squalor. Cowardly thing.

Shinobu wanted to call out to (Y/n), but she was sure it would only be an added distraction or earn herself an accidental beheading. She slid down into the chamber that the clamoring was loudest, but clung to the walls. Observing the dark shapes moving about the room as best she could. She waited to hear her own voice again. Then she would know exactly where to strike.

“Where are you?” Shinobu could hear (Y/n) groan. “You’re going to make me look really bad if Shinobu-san has to come looking for me!”

Shinobu felt confident that it was really them, but then (Y/n)’s voice came from an opposite corner of where they had just been.

“You are really getting on my nerves! I swear I don’t even sound like that!”

Was it possible the demon sensed she had entered? It was only using (Y/n)’s voice now. She could see something drawing closer, whether (Y/n) or the demon it was hard to tell, both being generally the same humanoid shape. She took a deep breath. The demon may be able to mimic their voices, but surely it couldn’t replicate their experiences.

“(Y/n)-san, I’m here. I am going to tell you how we first met so you know I’m being truthful. Once you trust me, you may follow the sound of my voice, but only if you can tell me about our first date.”

“Okay…” the two voices answered as one.

Shinobu did not allow herself to be intimidated by the mirrored response and retold their first meeting. Right away one of the figures moved, but Shinobu kept her distance. Whether it was an overly trusting (Y/n), or the demon, she wanted to be cautious.

When she finished, (Y/n) began to speak, as did the demon. However, one was noticeably having a hard time coming up with the right words as the other spoke. Shinobu inched towards the more assured voice and their hands brushed tentatively before they clasped onto each other.

“Are you alright?” Shinobu asked.

“I’ve been better, but knowing that you’re really beside me right now is helping.” (Y/n) explained. “How should we proceed? Someone’s deciding to be awfully quiet right now…”

“If I can make contact with it, this will be over, but do not let go of my hand for a second. If we are split again, no doubt it’ll be taken advantage of.”

The sound of bones scattering under someone’s feet had the pair leaping to action. The demon was trying to escape deeper still into the chambers of the cave.

“From now on I’m bringing a lantern everywhere I go. This is maddening.” (Y/n) huffed as they ran and Shinobu laughed despite everything.

They were quickly gaining on the shadow and (Y/n) took a swipe at it, presumably slicing the back of the demon’s legs from how she seemed to trip up.

Shinobu was quick to take advantage and pumped the unfortunate creature with a generous amount of poison. The demons wailed, cursing them. She tried to reach out in the general direction of Shinobu’s throat, but (Y/n) felt the air move and cut the limb before it could touch her. The demon began to gurgle and collapsed to the cave floor.

(Y/n) and Shinobu stood at attention, still hand in hand, for a few minutes to determine the demon had died before beginning their journey back out of the cave.

“That was… not a great showing of my skill to say the least.” (Y/n) admitted sullenly as they stumbled around in the dark.

“Don’t worry my dear. There will be other opportunities I’m sure, but you don’t need to prove anything to me. You’re already a Hashira, you’ve slain many a demon. Some are just a little trickier than others.” Shinobu gave (Y/n) an affectionate pat on their back, surprised to have her hand come away wet and to hear (Y/n) suck in a sharp breath through their teeth.

“What was that?” Shinobu asked, her tone a tad harsh, as she was certain she already knew the answer when the scent of iron met her nose.

“I got a little roughed up, but I don’t think it’s anything terrible.” (Y/n) reluctantly admitted.

“I’ll be the judge of that. If it was enough to tear through your uniform, that’s plenty serious. Let’s get out of this accursed cave already so I can get a good look at you.”

Shinobu tugged (Y/n) through the winding cave with haste. They stepped over the slowly fading corpse of the spindly arm demon and turned the corner. The beginnings of dawn could be seen painting the sky from the mouth of the cave.

Shinobu paid no mind to the sight, her eyes and hands focused solely on (Y/n).

“A little roughed up? This is more than just a little roughed up!” Shinobu scolded as she lightly traced over the lacerations on (Y/n)’s ribs and back.

“Shinobu-san, that hurts!” (Y/n) whined, trying to escape Shinobu’s hands.

“I would think so! Some of these are rather deep. You’re lucky that nothing major was severed. We need to return quickly so I can treat you properly.”

The hike back was tense for (Y/n). They had never seen Shinobu look so visibly angry. It was mostly silent on the way back. The only time the silence was broken was when Shinobu would inquire about (Y/n)’s condition. Even when they made it back and Shinobu had finished stitching and wrapping (Y/n) up, it was uncomfortably quiet.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Hm?” Shinobu looked up from her work she had done on (Y/n)’s bare back, she shook her head, “No, I’m not mad at you. These things happen in our line of work. I was just brooding over how unfair it is. The illusion of peace can’t even last twenty-four hours.” She said bitterly, tracing the bandages.

“This will work for now,” Shinobu continued speaking before (Y/n) could think of something to say, “tomorrow you’ll have to come back with me so I can get you an antibiotic and monitor you for infection the next couple of days.”

“At least we get to spend more time together then.” (Y/n) smiled at Shinobu in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yes.” Shinobu’s lips ticked upward slightly. “But don’t make it a habit to get hurt to see me or we will have problems.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Shinobu sighed and rested her forehead against (Y/n)’s shoulder blade. “Speaking of dreams, I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah, it’s was a big day without the impromptu midnight mountain cave experience…”

(Y/n) threw on a loose shirt and Shinobu helped them to their feet. It felt weird to be stepping into separate bedrooms after the night they had, but they did.

(Y/n) crawled into their futon, but sleep did not come easy. Their wounds burned when pressure was applied, limiting the positions they could lay and their mind was troubled with thoughts of Shinobu.

There was something Shinobu wasn’t telling them. She seemed like she wanted to say something more, but decided not to for some reason. They should have asked her what she was thinking about. If they were dating, they should be able to talk about anything, right? The wiggled stiffly in their futon. They’d ask her tomorrow then. She was probably asleep by now.

Except only a few minutes later there was a knocking on their door.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in?” Shinobu asked from the hall.

“Sure.”

(Y/n) sat up as Shinobu let herself in. They noticed the troubled look in her eyes and offered Shinobu a spot beside them on their futon, and she took it.

“Is there something troubling you, Shinobu-san?” (Y/n) asked.

Shinobu was quite for a minute, (Y/n) offered their hand in case she wanted something grounding. She did.

“Tonight I was reminded of how dangerous love is.” She whispered.

“Oh.” (Y/n)’s heart sped up upon hearing the word, but this was no time to fluster. They squeezed her hand, silently urging her to continue.

“I never pictured myself having a relationship like this since I learned about the existence of demons. I actually steered to avoid it, but then you quite literally knocked all common sense out of my brain.”

“I really can’t apologize enough for that.”

“You have apologized enough. Even if you had been watching where you were going, I feel like we would have gravitated towards each other regardless.”

Shinobu’s eyes wandered over their hands then she lifted her head to face (Y/n).

“We’ve only known each other a short time, but if I were to lose you, I don’t think I would be able to take it.”

“Shinobu—“

“My parents, my sister, my Tsuguko besides Kanao, Rengoku-san, and so many others I have crossed paths with on my journey have been killed by demons. It just keeps piling and piling and I don’t know how much more I can take before I snap. My feelings for you terrify me. I can’t stay away, the thought didn’t even cross my mind until now.”

“I understand,” (Y/n)’s gaze grew distant, “I trained to join the Corps after what happened to my family. Then I lost some good friends that I had trained with in the Final Selection. It’s hard to form relationships when we humans are so much more fragile than the demons we face. I don’t try to avoid forming connections with people, but I noticed that I tend to hold them at arms length.”

“We make quite the broken pair then.” Shinobu chuckled humorlessly.

“Maybe a little warped, but I wouldn’t say broken. We’re still trying, aren’t we?”

“Against my better judgement, I suppose that’s true.” Shinobu gave a thoughtful look then leaned her head on (Y/n)’s shoulder. “From one warped person to another, I forbid you to die.”

(Y/n) in turn rested their head atop Shinobu’s. “Very well. I expect the same of you in return. Not until we’re old. Like, really really old.”

Shinobu wore a melancholic smile “…It’s a deal then.”

She nudged her head out from beneath (Y/n)’s and ghosted her lips over their cheek in a barely there kiss, matching the quiet, almost somber air of the room. She looked like she was getting ready to stand to go back across the hall, but (Y/n) halted her, timidly asking for her to stay. They felt a little vulnerable at the moment and didn’t want to be alone. They could imagine Shinobu might have felt similarly.

Shinobu looked momentarily surprised, but a small, warm smile worked its way on her lips as she complied with the plea. Being mindful of (Y/n)’s ribs and back, she laid beside them. By mid-morning, they fell asleep, comforted by the each other’s presence.

***

They had a bit of a late start, but that was to be expected when they only fell asleep once the rest of the city was starting to stir.

Shinobu was the first to wake, she groggily peeled herself away from (Y/n) and sat up. She observed them for a moment, smiling to herself because they were sleeping deeply and looked so so cute.

A bit reluctantly she rose from the futon and went to get ready for the train ride back home. The girls would be so excited to meet (Y/n). It was unfortunate it would be under the circumstance that (Y/n) had been injured, but at least it was nothing too serious as long as they took good care of themself.

When Shinobu was all packed up and ready to go, she checked on (Y/n) again to find them still sleeping. She decided that now would be a good time to look in town for a little present like she had thought about the day before. She left a note for (Y/n) then went out to town. Apparently the gift she had chosen was spot on because the vendor had told her that (Y/n) often came by to browse so that gave her an extra boost of confidence.

Upon her return with the gift and a couple of bentos for the train ride, she found (Y/n) sitting on the engawa waiting for her.

They hopped to their feet and jogged over to Shinobu.

“Good morning! Did you have a nice walk?”

“I did,” Shinobu took the box from the top of the bento stack and gave it to (Y/n), “I got this for you.”

“Really? Thank you! What is it?”

“Open it.”

Shinobu watched (Y/n) open the box expectantly, inwardly sighing in relief when they lit up upon seeing the gift she had picked for them.

“This is so sweet, thank you so much!”

“You really like it?”

“Yes! I love this kind of stuff. I bet I could tell you exactly who you got it from too.” They grinned and pulled Shinobu into their arms.

“Yes, I heard all about you, oh wonderful number one customer who wears a uniform similar to mine.” She teased, “Let’s check your bandages then get our bags. We should be able to catch the next train out.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) lead Shinobu back inside, “Just let me find a good place for this first.”

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to find a special place and Shinobu didn’t waste any time checking over (Y/n)’s wounds and replace the dirty bandages. She was a little worried about the inflammation of some areas, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait to be dealt with at home.

They picked up their bags and made it to the train station with a fair amount of time to spare. As the train came rolling in, (Y/n) said,

“I know this isn’t the best reason to be spending more time together… but I am happy that I get to come back with you.”

“Me too, but don’t make it a habit.” Shinobu warned with a smile.

“I won’t! Especially not if you’re around, I’m still embarrassed that I got all cut up by a demon that wasn’t even a Moon. Speaking of, can we not mention that to any of the other Hashira?”

Shinobu tapped her chin thoughtfully and smirked, “I suppose, but it will cost you another date, maybe more.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“I guess there is no other way.” (Y/n) shook their head with a smile.

“Nope! You have already incurred quite the debt. Safe to say you are stuck with me.” Shinobu teased as they settled together in their booth.

“There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with. I love you a lot.” (Y/n) answered without thinking.

They could feel their face heat up once their words registered and they were fully prepared for Shinobu to eat them alive for it, but she simply hummed beside them and kept looking out the window. (Y/n) was just going to accept it as Shinobu having a rare instance of being merciful, but they noticed the shell of Shinobu’s ear was a bit pinker than normal.

“Really? I caught you that off guard?” They chuckled, turning Shinobu’s head with their hands to get a good look at the rosiness of her cheeks that only seemed to grow darker as she was caught.

“Is this what being on the other side of the teasing is like? No wonder you like it so much.”

Shinobu, not one to be outdone for even the silliest of reasons, decided she had to turn the tables. She placed one hand on the back of (Y/n)’s neck, the other on the back of their head.

“Huh?” (Y/n) blinked.

Shinobu used her hold on (Y/n) as leverage, skimming their noses together. (Y/n) could feel her breath skim over their lips while they sat completely frozen. Shinobu leaned closer and then… left a soft kiss upon their face. A hair’s breadth away from their lips. She lingered for a moment, then pulled back, slowly snaking her hands down (Y/n)’s shoulders before pulling away completely.

“Don’t try to out tease the teaser, (Y/n)-san, it won’t end well for you.” She murmured softly.

(Y/n) couldn’t form a single word, a comical squeak was all they could muster, making Shinobu grin victoriously. She couldn’t have left them more stunned if she tossed them out of the train window.

Any touch or softly spoken words had (Y/n) flustered for the rest of the train ride. Shinobu only hoped that it would last. She truly would mourn the day they became too familiar too tease so easily, but until then she would enjoy the power she held.

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[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: baby edition 2 electric boogaloo

More jondami, more or less following on from this snippet! Jon gets a continuation of The Talk from his dad. It's honestly a nice, wholesome chat, but he's still having a terrible time because he's 12 and mortified and of course he is, that's his dad, ew. (Bless him, it will only get worse from here lol)

His dad settled in next to him, still looking uncomfortable. “Okay. So, uh, Jon. I just thought maybe we should talk after yesterday.”

“After what? Nothing happened,” Jon grumbled. Which was true. Nothing had happened, and Jon had been acting like a total freak anyway. He’d had Damian in his room a thousand times already, but this time felt really embarrassing for some reason, and he hadn’t been able to keep a lid on it. Damian had given him a few weird looks, but he’d apparently been happy to ignore it since he hadn’t brought it up. But obviously, his dad would have noticed the way Jon’s heart was thumping away in his chest, even though he and Damian were just hanging around playing video games and eating ice cream like normal.

Having Superman for a dad was mostly really cool, but sometimes it sucked.

“Sure,” his dad agreed, in that way he did when he was obviously trying to be nice and talk around things. “But I wanted to check in anyway.”

Jon burrowed his chin into the neck of his hoodie and mumbled, “M’fine.”

“Right,” said his dad. When Jon glanced at his face, he looked uncomfortable and hesitant, like he was still trying to figure out what to say. “Well…I’ll be honest, I’m still trying to figure out what to say here.”

Despite his discomfort, Jon couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. His dad was kind of a dork sometimes.

His dad smiled a little, and went on, “So, Jon. I’m not going to make you talk about anything you’re not ready to talk about. But I need you to know that there isn’t anything you could do that would make your mom and I love you any less, okay? Anything at all.”

It took him a moment to realize what his dad was getting at. But then he twigged. It wasn’t just about Jon maybe kinda sorta liking someone for the first time. It was because Damian was a boy.

“I know, Dad,” he mumbled. He hadn’t really been thinking about Damian’s gender in all this, since he’d been too busy panicking about Damian. But now he was definitely thinking about it. Did this mean he was…gay? Or, uh, bisexual? Or maybe he just liked girls, like most boys did, and Damian was just the exception?

Jon didn’t really know. But still, it was kinda nice to hear that his parents probably wouldn’t mind either way.

“Good. And I said this before, you if there’s anything you wanna talk to me or your mom about, or if you’re confused or having trouble, you can always come to us. Growing up is tough for everyone, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

Jon shook his head. It was only partly a lie: he really couldn’t think of anything he wanted to ask. He had questions, sure. For example: yesterday he found out that ice cream was just as dangerous as yoghurt. Now Jon was really starting worry that none of that was normal after all. Maybe he didn’t like boys after all, he just had some kind of weird "thing" for food, like some of the kids at school said Quentin Tarantino had a "thing" for feet. Jon had never actually seen a Quentin Tarantino movie because his dad wouldn’t let him (even though he’d seen way more violent stuff as Superboy, so it seemed kinda pointless to be honest) but he did know that having a "thing" wasn’t good.

Those kids had all giggled and said it was creepy. Jon really didn’t want to have a "thing".

...There was literally no way he could ever ask his dad about that, though.

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[twopoppies]

Gina, forgive me if I’m being optimistic but I’m not seeing these signs Larries speak of about Harry going further into the closet for his Hollywood career. I follow other musicians who went into the closet for their Hollywood careers and they had all their connections to the lgbtq+ community wiped from existence before they got started, where it is most important to make a good impression, and they went straight for the het roles and put their all into bearding relationships. But here we have Harry playing a closeted gay man when there is already speculation about his sexuality. A deeply closeted person wouldn’t do this at the beginning of their career, no matter how much the movie means to them. They will be so concerned with looking straight that they’ll avoid anything that doesn’t. Doing that role has created more speculation, and Harry would have known that. I’m not talking about the trolls, but the gp who were on the fence before, are often discussing his sexuality. I’m also seeing him be equally as flamboyant as ever and waving rainbow flags like always but on a larger scale, to a 90k+ audience. I’m seeing more articles, celebrities, the media suggest he isn’t straight. I’m seeing his team and family talk about the lgbtq+ community more than ever. I’m seeing him book his Australian tour during pride month. None of this would be happening. And he has spent 12 years inching his way out the closet and now he looks happier and more confident than ever. He has also said a million times that acting is a side gig for him, not a priority. I’m not saying that the bearding will stop, but things might just stay the same.

Hi sugar. Yeah, I lean more towards how you see things. I think what's been very hard for people is Holivia. This bearding relationship has been exponentially worse than any other he's had before –– especially in terms of visibility and length and how much he's participated. And a lot of people were disappointed because they thought things (in terms of being out) were moving in one direction and then seemed to go backwards.

But if you take a step back and really look at, as you say, the inching forward he's done over the last 5 years, he's in a monumentally better place than he was in 2015. Would I like Olivia to be gone? Hell yes. But there have been so many small changes we never could have imagined seeing even just a few years ago:

he's offering pretty substantial comments about his sexuality in magazines (particularly the latest in Better Homes and Gardens)

he's wearing some pretty outrageous clothes and not just on stage

he's fantastically flamboyant on stage in the way he dances, the things he says, the songs he covers etc

he's talked about the fluidity of fashion and has often worn "women's" clothing/accessories

He was on the cover of Vogue in a dress (and inside the magazine in skirts)

He openly wore make up in Beauty Papers (he probably wears make up often, but that was one time it was acknowledged)

he's playing a closeted gay man (and will have gay sex scenes) in his first starring movie role

he's still waving pride flags at literally every. single. concert.

He's helped numerous people come out at his shows which often gets written about in magazines

he's written songs that seem to be about gender (She, Fine Line), and songs that have been seen as pride anthems (Lights Up, TPWK), and a song that's widely accepted as a queer song (Medicine)

he not only paints his nails most days, he now has his own line of nail polish

There are surely other things, but that's all off the top of my head. I'm not saying it's leading to something specific, but from the way he's spoken lately and from the sound of his music, he seems in a good place. And from watching Louis on stage these last few months, I think we can say the same for him. I really look forward to seeing what the future brings.

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[chrisevansdaughter]

Hiya, I love your writing. Would you be able to write something about Luna having a more severe/ serious seizure, and including the before and after? Thanks x

Come back to me sunshine.

Warnings: mentions of hospitals, anxiety, seizures, soft!dad Chris and scared!Luna

Hey, thank you so much for the compliment of my writing in so glad you love it- i hope you like this :)

So this week had been a good week for Luna and me just medical wise and work wise which was amazing; but there had been a couple of hiccups that were unfortunate but bound to happen those being Luna fainting whilst playing rugby but she was fine, she did panic about not being able to do it again and having to go to the hospital to get checked out, coaches orders which in result of that she had a few seizures so to be honest I did see this coming but at the same time I didn’t.

2 days after going to the hospital..

It was a normal Friday, I was still at home with Luna because the doctors told her to take it easy and rest up. We were just watching movies on the sofa, Luna was mentioning quite a lot that she felt ‘fuzzy’ which is what she’d say when she felt a little out of it and that usually meant a seizure was to follow. And unfortunately it did which really made my heart break for Luna because sometimes between everything that happened with her mum, the nightmares and everything else she can’t seem to get a break. And it’s even harder when she has the longer seizures because of this

I had noticed about 30 minutes after she mentioned she was ‘fuzzy’ if I wasn’t next to Luna I wouldn’t have heard her whisper out.

“D-ad I think I’ gonna have a ‘it.” Luna whispered out loud.

“Okay sunshine, let’s lay you down hmm, it’s okay just let it happen.” I said to her reassuringly whilst putting her in the recovery position before it started.

“Mmm i ‘ont want it to ‘appen pl-please” Luna slurred, when she did that I really knew she was about to go into ‘the clouds’ as she’d described it when we were talking her seizures once.

“Luna it’s okay, just let it happen I know they’re not nice to have, I’m here. Dad is here. It’s okay Luns.” I started to say my voice wavering at the sight of my sweet daughter in front of me. I never admitted it but seeing Luna like this makes my heart go and I just sometimes cry because I hate seeing her like this.

Her body tense as it convulsed, her voice making her groan as the seizure continued to happen. There was no sign of it stopping or slowing and it was coming to 2:45 on the timer and sometimes they didn’t last this long but sometimes they did and it was one of those times.

Around 50 seconds to a minute later Luna’s seizure finally started to slow and stop.

She slowly started to open her eyes, they were unfocused and like she was looking past me.

“Luna, come back to me sunshine” I whispered rubbing her arm lightly her eyes focused slowly as I continued to whisper and gently rub her arm.

“Luns are you back with me?” I questioned a little later after her first coming back.

“Hmhm dad - I’m- out of the clouds.” She mumbled as she smiled slightly.

“You sure sunshine?” I chucked at what she said

“I’m sure- can- can we just cuddle for the rest of the day - pl- please? She whispers still slightly struggling with her words which was quite normal for her afterwards as annoying as it was it was normal.

“Of course Luns, we just need to get some of your meds, then we can go up to my room and you can nap if you want or I can put another movie on, okay?” I replied slowly picking her up to take her to the kitchen.

“M’kay sounds good dad- i ‘ove you” Luna said slowly as she yawned

“I love you” I replied peppering kisses on her head.

That’s just how it went sometimes in the Evans household Luna could have a good week or a bad one but it didn’t change a thing.

Ever.

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[hotlink907]

request: Moonbyul x Goeun soft first time smut

pairings: Moonbyul x Goeun

genre: soft and fluffy smut

warnings: very gay, friends to lovers, oral, stripping

a/n: this was way fluffier than I intended. And way longer. But it’s just so lovely! I hope you enjoy.

The two of them had done this dance so many times. It was the textbook definition of will they-won’t they, and every time, it seemed like the answer was that they wouldn’t.

But Goeun wanted to. She wanted to so bad that she could taste it. She felt it every time she looked at Moonbyul. Every time the older woman smiled or laughed, it tore into Goeun in a way that she had never gotten used to.

And tonight was no different.

Friends. That’s what they always said they were. Just friends. But in her head, Goeun wished that there was some way for them to be more.

They were each on opposite ends of the couch, curled up with a drink in hand. They both did this sometimes, just to have a relaxing night in. A comfort movie, soft blanket, and quiet conversation. It never failed to relax her.

Moonbyul was laughing about something ridiculous that had just happened on the television. Goeun was smiling to herself, but part of her was wondering if Moonbyul was thinking the same thing that Goeun was. If she wanted it just as badly.

Byul must have noticed that Goeun was being quieter than usual, because as her laughter died out, she looked at Goeun with a little concern. “Is everything okay? You look... so serious,” Byul said gently.

Goeun forced her smile to grow a little wider. “I’m okay.” She should say something. All she needed to do was reach across the couch. It would be so easy...

But she didn’t want to risk their friendship. What if Byul didn’t feel the same way? It wouldn’t be fair.

Byul sat up and moved a little closer to Goeun’s side of the couch. She looked perfect, the same way she always did. Goeun never cared what Byul was wearing. Pajamas, shorts, a too-large hoodie, dress pants--it didn’t matter. She always looked incredible.

Goeun’s eyes lingered on Byul’s lips, just for a second. What would it be like to kiss them? She wanted to know so badly.

“Are you sure?” Byul asked.

“I...” Goeun’s voice trailed off. Had Byul gotten even closer? It didn’t feel like there was much space separating the two of them at all anymore.

No. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t put Byul in that position.

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” Goeun said softly. The words were true, but they made her miserable. Because no one made her laugh like Byul. No one made her smile like Byul. No one filled her belly with fire in the same way that Byul did.

Byul didn’t say anything, she just continued to stare at Goeun with heavily-lidded eyes.

“That... that’s all,” said Goeun, feeling awkward and out of place.

“I don’t think that’s true,” said Byul. But she wasn’t accusatory. She didn’t sound angry. She was... just stating a fact.

Goeun sat there in silence, a thousand sentences coming to her mind. She didn’t say any of them. She kept almost starting to say something and then holding back, just because the words didn’t sound right to her.

Byul was right in front of her. Their faces were only inches apart. When had that happened? Goeun hadn’t even noticed. “Byul, I...”

“It’s okay,” said Byul, and her voice was low and throaty. “I know.”

Goeun had never been with a woman before. Not like this. All of her relationships had been with men. It wasn’t that she was hiding anything. There had just... never been a good time. Or any one of a million other excuses that she had come up with. “I’m sorry,” Goeun said, going to pull away. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do this to her friend.

“No,” said Byul, reaching out with a gentle hand for Goeun’s face. “Don’t be.”

Goeun stopped, frozen, her head resting on Byul’s hand. “What... what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want this to,” said Byul. “And that I’ve wanted it for a long time.”

Goeun felt something unlock inside her chest. She was still scared--scared of what this meant for their friendship. Scared of how difficult she knew it was going to be to navigate. But at the same time, it was a moment that she had been dreaming of for so long. For what felt like her entire life.

And then Goeun leaned in, closing the small gap that remained, and gently kissed Byul’s lips.

It was a soft kiss, one that contained all the longing that Goeun had been holding within herself. The kiss surprised her, even though Goeun had been the one to initiate it. To be here, in this moment... it was surreal.

They separated and Goeun looked into Byul’s eyes. And she saw compassion. She saw tenderness. She saw the eyes of someone who cared about her. Truly cared.

“I’ve... I’ve never done this before,” said Goeun shyly, feeling inexplicably inadequate and embarrassed.

“That was a pretty good kiss for someone who hasn’t done it before,” Byul said with that little smile of her.

Goeun blushed just a little. “No, not that. I mean... with a woman.”

Byul’s expression softened. “Oh, Goeun.” Two words, but there was so much in them. They carried the weight of a woman who knew how hard it could be to not fit society’s idea of “normal.” They carried the strength of a person who had chosen to live their life in their own way. “Come here.”

It was all that Goeun needed to hear. This time, when she leaned forward to kiss Byul, it wasn’t in the same gentle way as before. This time, it was needy. It was hungry. It was a kiss that contained all the time Goeun had spent thinking about this moment.

Byul responded in turn, wrapping her fingers around the back of Goeun’s head, pulling her down onto the Byul. The two of them were entwined, their hearts beating as one, the rest of the world nonexistent.

To Goeun, the only thing that mattered was the woman underneath her. She was shaking, her hands fumbling as she attempted to undo the buttons on Byul’s shirt. She managed three of them before Byul stopped her, softly placing her hand on top of Goeun’s.

“Let me,” Byul said, without a hint of judgment. Goeun knew. Byul understood.

Slowly, deliberately, and sensuously, Byul removed her shirt, sliding out of it and discarding it to the floor, revealing her simple, yet elegant bra. “But maybe you can get this for me,” Byul said, a hint of her playfulness returning to her voice.

The next few minutes passed quickly. Goeun stood and undid the clasp of Byul’s bra, letting it fall to the ground. Then, Goeun slowly moved to her knees, so that she was eye level with Byul’s waist. Byul looked at her with surprise, but Goeun didn’t care. She wanted this. So much.

Goeun started to kiss the skin near Byul’s waist, gently caressing the older woman’s midriff with her lips. Byul let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, and then Goeun began to remove Byul’s pants, until Byul was standing there in nothing other than a pair of small underwear, a pair that showed off her frame in a way that Goeun had only ever dreamed about.

“Byul... you’re...” It was like Goeun was seeing her for the first time. Even in her imagination, Byul hadn’t been this beautiful. She looked otherworldly. And yet, she still looked like the same Moonbyul that Goeun had fell for so long ago.

“Lay down on the couch,” said Byul in a kind voice. “Let me take care of you.”

Goeun wanted to argue. She wanted to kiss every inch of Byul’s body. But there was something in the way that she spoke that stole Goeun’s thoughts away, and left her with no choice but to comply.

So she did, settling back down onto the couch, laying down and going limp so that Byul could carefully remove every article of clothing from her.

First, her shirt. Her socks. Her pants. Then her bra. And finally, carefully and almost reverently, Byul slid Goeun’s panties off, leaving her naked on the couch, already wet, already so desperate for Byul’s touch.

“Kiss me,” Goeun gasped. “I need you.”

Byul didn’t speak. She just leaned in, her lips touching Goeun’s. It wasn’t just lust. It was... more.

And then Byul began to move, her lips on Goeun’s neck. Her collarbone. Her breasts. Her stomach.

Goeun moaned, chills running through her. She could feel Byul’s experience. But she could feel her tenderness. She could feel how much the other woman cared about.

Byul was kissing her thighs now, and Goeun felt like she was going to burst. There was an inferno inside her, one burning up all of her inhibitions. Every doubt that she had. Her self-consciousness was gone, replaced by her desperate need for Byul.

Byul paused, surprising Goeun, who opened her eyes and looked down. “What is it?” Goeun asked, suddenly afraid that she had done something wrong.

“Is this what you want?” Byul asked. “Are you sure?”

Goeun’s heart ached. Even now, even in the moment, surrounded by all this passion, Byul still thought to ask. “Yes,” Goeun said, now more sure than ever before. “Yes, Byul, please. I want you. I need you.”

Byul smiled, and her head dipped back down to Goeun’s thighs. But this time, she didn’t just kiss her. Her tongue began to explore Goeun--her folds, her clit, pushing inside her and making her feel things that no one else had ever been able to make her feel.

Goeun’s back arched and she reached down to grip Byul, feeling her skin. It was so good. She was so good.

“Yes, Oh god, Byul, just like that. Please, don’t stop, yes--!”

Eventually, words failed her as Byul continued to work her tongue, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through Goeun’s body. Goeun completely lost track of time. Had it been a minute? Two? Ten? All she knew was that she was about to burst, that she was about to cum harder than she ever had in her life--

When the orgasm hit her, she cried out Byul’s name and dug her nails into Byul’s skin. Goeun struggled to open her eyes through the orgasm, and when she did, she saw that Byul was looking up at her from between her legs, a loving smile in her eyes. The orgasm rolled through her, again and again, causing Goeun’s muscles to tense, and finally, to give out completely.

Goeun wanted to say something, but she could hardly catch her breath, let alone speak. It didn’t matter. She didn’t need to. Byul climbed up to where Goeun was laying and took the space next to her, cradling Goeun in her arms.

“Shhh,” Byul said. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

At first, Goeun didn’t know what Byul was talking about. And then Goeun realized that she was crying. “I--I’m not upset,” she choked out past the tears. “It’s just... it’s so much and I don’t know--”

“It’s okay,” Byul said again, holding Goeun close. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere. Let it out. I’ve got you.”

The tears ran dry soon enough. And Goeun could feel Byul’s warmth against her. Her heartbeat. Her breath. And Goeun smiled.

She had dreamed of this. Of this exact moment. To be in her arms. To feel just like this.

But in her imagination, in her dreams--it had never even been a fraction of the truth. Of how wonderful it could actually be.

“Stay with me,” Goeun said eventually. “Please.”

Byul’s answer was everything she could have wanted to hear. “I’m not going anywhere. Not as long as you want me.”

Goeun closed her eyes and breathed in Byul’s sent. So this was what it was like.

She hoped it never went away.

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[gummybear1031]

The randomizer ended up choosing "Freaky," which I honestly ended up loving.

I’m not a Vince Vaughan fan, but I love “Freaky Friday” (Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsey Lohan FTW!), and I like most of Blumhouse’s stuff.

If Isaac was planning on getting laid, that’s not happening now.

I was raised that you don’t wander around people’s homes and touch their shit without permission. And you especially don’t pick up their expensive ass basement wine.

Oh, cool! Vince is a killer like Jason, not a realistic one. That wine bottle thing was really cool.

All of these early kills are so cool. Definitely feeling the ‘70s-80s slasher vibes. Also, how tall is Vince? He looks huge compared to the kids.

Girl! Stay in the hidden closet back until the cops show up. You may get shot, but that’s more survivable than whatever Vince is going to do to you!

I probably shouldn’t say, “I told you so,” to the murdered teenager, but… I told you so!

I am already anti Josh. Between the “black weiner” comment and the fact that he’s okay with date raping dudes.

Y’all need to get Millie therapy. She can’t see how hot she is, which means she may have some dysmorphia happening.

And she seems to still be hung up on her dad’s death. She should’ve gotten therapy for that already, but she definitely needs it now.

Also, also, I think she was on “Supernatural.” Definitely needs therapy.

Cameron! That mustache is wild. Oh. It’s a douche’stache.

When I was in high school (and uni), if anybody treated the mascot like that, the coach would make them eat their jockstrap. And beaver jokes were absolutely treated like you’d pulled your dick out. (Oregon! Though our mascot was a “pioneer.”)

Also, our homecoming dance was right after the football game. We seriously had to shower in the locker rooms and then go to homecoming court. Except that year they canceled the dance because there was a fight in the cafeteria earlier that week.

Mascots are on the cheerleading team. Where is the cheerleading coach? Vince could take both of them, I’m sure.

Though, maybe not, our coach used to lift people to demonstrate how to do it properly.

Why do they never wait for half a second longer? You can’t see the guy for five seconds, he’s obviously not gone.

This is the absolute scariest place a person could wake up.

Wait, the football game was on Thursday? That means this school has the *mascot* go to the *JV games.* How big is this damn school?

This is absolutely the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. The Butcher’s eating habits are worse than any of his kills.

Not!Millie is holding a knife creepily while not saying anything. Why is Cop Sis acting like that’s remotely normal? Even for someone who has been traumatized?

Ryler would be the worst person to come out to. She’s going to immediately put it on TikTok.

Told ya!

Millie, sweetie. Why are you showering in the girls’ locker room?

The school has a cryo unit? For women’s athletics?!? How big is this high school?

Not as cool as when Jason did it, but still good.

“You’re Black! I’m gay! We’re so dead!” is still just as good despite it being played to death on the commercials.

I also love that Nyla and Josh keep kicking her ass even after she puts the weapon down. They wouldn’t survive a horror movie, but not because they were stupid.

I’m not sure that I would’ve tried the Beaver Dance to get through to my friends, but it worked.

I am also tall enough to see over most bathroom stalls. It’s annoying.

HAHAHA! I love the Spanish teacher. Also, it *is* weird that an Aztec dagger has an inscription in Spanish. I wonder if that’s going to mean something later or if it’s just a lampshade hanging.

Poor Butcher. The teacher probably deserves to get his ass beat, but Butcher forgot how small he is now. He’s literally like a foot shorter.

You know what, Cameron? I will absolutely not be upset when you get murdered.

I’ve never heard “excited” as a euphemism for “gay” before, but I like it.

The Butcher has literally the best come back to a groper ever.

Is this a horror themed indoor mini golf place? That’s amazing! I would absolutely live there! Also, mini golf was created by service members in Fayetteville, N.C.

Millie enjoying how the Butcher dressed her and did her makeup is wild but also great. Butcher clearly has been reading his Vogue because he is accentuating all of his assets.

Murder Barbie is absolutely a doll that should exist. I know so many goths who would buy it.

Is this kid getting ready to come out as straight? This whole confusion is so unbelievable. I ugly laughed.

The confession was so unbelievable I called it a confusion.

Don’t put your head against the door! He’s going to stab you! Told ya.

This is the second grossest thing in the movie. Not because it’s two dudes, but because one is Vince Vaughn.

Is it just me or have all the victims after the Butcher ended up in Millie’s body deserved to be killed? (Maybe not Ryler, even though she’s awful.)

Butcher came through that wall like fricking Jason!

(Most) Cops don’t actually shoot into the sky like that for exactly that reason. Also the bit where gravity is a thing.

Yay! Millie is back in her body! Now she can get kisses!

Oh, there’s no way the Butcher is actually dead. I’ve seen way too many of these to believe that.

“Char, you left the door open again!” Millie, surely you are more genre savvy than this now. He’s in the damn house. Get out.

Oh, yeah! The whole family is kicking his ass. You go, ladies!

The ending line is ridiculous, and I love it.

#31 days 31 horror movies 2023 #freaky #happy halloween

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

the thing of it is that nicholas galitzine is not necessarily Good at playing gay, because well at the end of it all you can tell he does it for attention. which i think is a feminist win but that’s neither here nor there. i mean that he has the like, vibe of a man who believes so deeply within his soul that he’s heterosexual so he thinks playing gay is fun because it’s Acting in a way that playing straight is not. bear with me, you’re about to get a glimpse of 2021 beth. and by that i mean i’m about to bring up pete davidson. actually maybe most of you should stop reading his post right now or possibly two sentences ago. anyway. what i mean to say is that he’s like if pete davidson was like. talented. if pete davidson could act and sing he’d be doing everything nicholas galitzine is doing, but he can’t so he’s doing mid comedy and like so much weed. god bless america. basically pete davidson is so deep in method acting as a straight man he doesn’t even know he’s performing. i don’t mean to suggest that he’s secretly gay i’m just saying if you analyze his behavior you can like. see within him where the staten island ideal of heteronormative masculinity took root inside his soul. you know. basically you can tell that his whole life is a performance and he thinks he’s winning but he’s not because he will never be happy until he can deconstruct the roles gender and sexuality have played in his endless quest to find acceptance. he needs a lesbian friend so bad and GOD i wish that were me. i had a point. hold on. so like. i don’t know shit about nicholas galitzine as a person but i’ve been looking at the man on various screens for months and there is something about the way he moves and the way he says certain things, especially while he’s playing gay, that gives pete davidson to me. so i’ve taken that similarity and extrapolated from it that he almost definitely has similar issues. i don’t think a lesbian friend would fix him though i think whatever his deal is is unfixable and we should probably put him down in a few years before he does anything crazy like date a kardashian or star in a biopic or something idk. my point was basically going to be that i think. actually i forgot my point. oh yeah i think he loves playing gay for attention but he’s not super good at it because he still has the last sliver of internalized homophobia you can’t knock out of a man until he tries gay sex or talks to a lesbian once or has a daughter who’s in middle school. it’s complicated. don’t argue with me about his ability to play gay i think i know more about the subject than you ok i watched the craft legacy i was there. ok i was half there i don’t truly remember that movie. but i remember the vibe ok i was there. basically. WHAT was i talking about. i love stream of consciousness posting i’ve been writing this post for like 20 minutes probably. basically it’s crazytown that this movie is being sold as a gay romcom but they don’t even make out sloppy it’s like what’s the point if we aren’t getting a little nasty. a little freaky. casey wouldn’t approve of this. ok well. casey did approve of this i’m pretty sure they’re a producer but they didn’t write the movie and i believe in my soul that if they had been more involved in this process there would have been freak shit happening. i’m reading this book ok i know henry is slipping alex so much tongue and it was NOT translated onscreen!! and i’ve chosen to blame that british man and also matthew because he has ras syndrome. which is when you’re gay and in charge of a movie or show and you’re fucking obsessed with the hot straight man who’s playing your gay little character that you like so bad. ras is not the first to do it but he is by far one of the worst offenders i’ve ever seen like goddamn can we free kj apa from his clutches. i forgot the point again. basically. i think if nicholas took a break from playing gay in movies and tried gay sex he would become better at playing gay in movies. or he would stop entirely. idk

#‘oh but who’s to say he HASN’T tried gay sex?’ i am. i’m saying it #he moves like pete davidson i can’t really explain it further dude just trust me #beth.txt

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hey babe, first, wanted to let you know that it hasn’t stopped raining in my town you know since when? since you posted that midwestern Clexa fight, coincidence? Don’t think so 🤨

Second, been bombarded with that ops show too and I agree 100% with you, both in the copaganda aspect (they lost me at the mention of marine’s and middle east terrorism)and the thing about this new ships. I want to stop a moment in the answer you gave me a time ago about this wn comeback, so, even if they write them well (at first), never forget who’s behind these shows and suddenly this thing we haven’t heard about gets popular cos it has a wlw couple with amazing chemistry, they get increase in viewers so they explote it to promote their next season and then what? Sound familiar? We just can’t trust them anymore.

Third, I super totally agree with you on the Clexa lightning in a bottle. As one of the newer Clexa fans (next week will make one year since I saw the second season and told my sister “I’m sensing a little bit of the gay vibe in here, wonder who of the two will die”) I’ve seen already most of the shows one sees named in the conversation about wlw couples and let me tell you, only this one got me hooked both from the beggining and way long after its ending (hell it got me into tumblr and twitter, things I’ve never done before and I even bought a book about it “El legado de Lexa” to know more about this shitstorm her death caused). Whatever IT is, they have IT. I honestly prefer reading fics about them than get invested in a new show.

Fourth, do you really wouldn’t recommend Clexa to new fans? I mean, yeah we got hurt but they’re more than their sad story, they’re this whole community and I think that’s a beautiful thing. Personally? I wouldn’t recommend the loo but I’d tell them about Clexa warning them beforehand so they can decide for themselves? There’s this dialogue on a media fic comparing someone with a really good book that you can’t put down or let go, that even if it made you suffer and you know the ending, the feeling you got reading its unique and you just wanna keep back to it, and that’s this thing to me.

Finally, I love how you apologize beforehand if your opinion that you posted in your personal blog offends the people who asked for it and came to said blog willingly and with the intention to read it. You humble polite kiddo *pats you in the head affectionately*

Sorry about the long rant 😬, en resumen, this new show? not sure I’ll watch it, Clexa is the “el que no conoce a dios a cualquier santo le reza” of ships, I’m leaning more into the recommed Clexa side of things, we love you and your opinions.

And we need the reconciliation so the sun can come up in my town again.

There's a lot here 😅 not complaining tho!

Ok so the first real thing I gotta answer is about would I rec theloo and Clexa to people who haven't heard of it. My honest answer is would I rec Clexa fic? Yes. The show? Maybe, but it'd come with A Lot of caveats 🥴. Because the thing is, and I may be alone in this thinking idk, but I'm not really sure if someone can appreciate the entirely of Clexa and Lexa, and Clarke in particular, as characters or why their dynamics and eventual love story were so amazing if they didn't watch the show. While the Clexa movie is fantastic at showing their chemistry, there's things that happen within the show that effect them and speak on who they are as individual characters that aren't ever really included in the supercuts because they aren't together in them. Which I agree with! The thing is already 3+hrs long lol. But it does matter for context and it does hold weight in their story, both together and individually, so I would have to say to really get them you have to watch the show at least up until 307. I know there's people who write fic who haven't watched the show at all and I just... no shade! But I can usually tell. Cuz it shows.

But in that same breath the show got so fucking stupid and nonsensical I, in good conscience, have a very difficult time telling people that they should watch that hunk'a shit 😒 Season 2 was its best, let's just be honest, and season 3 was JRot's bullshit Frankenstein creation that he used as a way to shoehorn in this fucking AI plot from a movie or show (I can't remember which) that didn't get picked up but he was just convinced it was brilliant. He wanted to be GoT meets Star Trek or some shit so badly I just know he was pissing himself watching dailies. So overall it's such a double edged sword because yes I want more people to love Clexa, but at the same time the show overall is so gd bad I don't wanna put them through it.

About the Ops show, someone said it is copaganda which I expected, and not even actually enemies to lovers?? Which baffled me but apparently one of them is undercover and using the other one to get to their father or something? That's not enemies to lovers 🤨 that's manipulation. Which ok fine I'm down with that in fiction but if one party is unaware of your nefarious ways and is just interested in you then that's not... that's not EtL. That's just I was trying to trick you and caught feelings/I had feelings and then found out you were a liar. False. Advertising. 😤

Lastly, I'm a midwesterner we apologize for everything 🥺👉👈 knocked into a chair with my knee today ans accidentally apologized to it before realizing myself 😔. But really it's mainly because I know how easy it is online for people to think everything is a personal attack on them or their tastes when it's not, so I find it's just safer and more pleasant to remind people that I am just a person stating their own personal opinion, and it's really not ever anything to get upset about 😅

#gabywithoutthedollhouse #and also I'm writing the midwestern make up now I'm sorry I was... busy

[zenon-karr]

Just saying if Noah doesn’t know what s5 looks like he probably is saying he doesn’t think Mike likes Will back just incase the writers don’t write it to save himself. In volume 1 he would have KNOWN what happens in volume 2 so his pre volume 1 entusiasman doesn’t matter coz it’s not like volume 2 wasn’t filmed yet. He knew ALL of it before even promo for volume 1! It doesn’t literally matter this volume 1 shit. They’re not promoting s5 yet! I can’t be certain he knows whether it’s endgame or not but he clearly says he doesn’t know what the contents of s5 are.

In Gotham, when Penguin fell for riddler this same looking scenario it was the actor for RIDDLER who tried to let people down easy when we didn’t see it. We didn’t want to see it but they filmed far into that season when he said this however with byler he says this when they didn’t film presumably Mike’s reaction to Will’s feelings yet. On the other hand, with Stranger Things Finn redirected when interviewer asked how Mike would feel about it. He didn’t say he didn’t think Mike feels the same - he redirected the interviewer to say ‘I don’t think he knows’ which didn’t even answer what she asked. Just coz he says we know how Mike feels about El. DOES NOT mean Mike doesn’t have feelings for Will! People are bi!! (This isn’t bi Mike truther post but it’s just saying bi people exist so Mike loving El doesn’t disprove Mike loving Will!) people like more than one person at a time!! This doesn’t prove anything! Noah says pro byler and byler doubt to cover basis! If it’s not canon in the ends he doesn’t wanna be blamed for it! Which is fair because there would be people who blamed him when he just didn’t know but loves and want it to happen!

However I will say in the evidence he does actually know the endgame there’s a pattern with Noah and actually saying not the truth and saying what we’re supposed to think in the moment of the show and revealing otherwise later. In s3 he said Will doesn’t like girls yet or doesn’t want to grow up and implied this the meaning since that what we were supposed to think at that time. Then when volume 1 was coming out he basically said his sexuality is up to interpretation and then finally when vol 2 dropped he said Will is gay and loves Mike after we see the van scene. What they say doesn’t actually matter to be honest becuase if you watched promo for example Star Wars for rise of skywalker the cast said exactly opposite to what happened on the movie so really what the cast say doesn’t matter really. Just saying there’s a pattern with Noah and saying contrary to what happens. So I wouldn’t even worry personally but if you have doubt that fine but it’s rude to bombard us with it when there is evidence they say contrary to what happens. ESP with Will. Millie says Brenner is more of a father figure than Hopper? Are we to believe that is actually true too. In beyond stranger things Millie thinks brenner really loves El and the duffers are almost horrified she said this. 🤷🏼‍♀️ all I’m saying is this mean nothing really coz he really did just say his opinion if it really is his as according to him he hasn’t seen scripts s5 yet and according to the writers they only have at most written 2 complete eps 🤷🏼‍♀️

#byler