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gayspacemonk · 11 months

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I love that Trigun is never about Vash becoming someone or being proven wrong on his beliefs and changing them. like, from the beginning, he already knows who he wants to be, people try to convince him not to be that person, try to show him he's wrong about humanity, about the world and how to live in it, but the thing is, Vash already knows those things, and he decided who he's going to be knowing those things, he's not naive, nor is he finding out who he is, he already knows, his journey is about standing his ground on what he believes and having people stick around not because they understand him, but because they care about him and want his beliefs to survive and be proven right somehow, in other words, they want Vash to prove them wrong, because the way Vash sees the world is way better than the way they see it

#vashwood #i love things #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #roberto trigun #if you think i read too deep into it: no i didn't ❤️

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super-nova5045 · 1 year

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(tw for mentions of rape, sexualization of minors, nsfw and smut)

i'm sick and tired. when i was 12, i was sexualized for the first time. it hurt me so much that that's the only thing i'll ever be seen as - an object for sexual pleasure that has to appeal to those who want me.

i didn't understand why people would say that. and i don't understand why people say this now.

for years, we've failed kids - mostly girls - that grew up in stardom or rose to fame at a young age. from marilyn monroe, to britney spears and emma watson, and now millie bobby brown - and it doesn't stop at girls. so many young actors have been treated like shit - sexualized privately when they were minors, and then the moment it strikes midnight on their eighteenth people are out here saying the most awful things because "it's legal now".

how, i ask you, can you be a fan of byler and continue to fail these child stars? how can you praise noah and finn for their abilities and then turn around and do the exact thing that has hurt them and other minors for eons? how can you claim you hate people who do such awful things to these actors and then do the same thing? how can you watch as these poor children who were once excited to start acting get torn down by the industry - to the point where millie and finn need therapy for their anxiety, and noah's getting threatened with rape at university, where he's supposed to be safe - and believe you're hearing minors' pleas for help and change?

you hide behind this mask of "liking darker fiction". fine, then. read lolita - which deals with the horror of pedophilia in the eyes of a pedophile. that's darker fiction. or if you want smut so badly, read a YA sexual novel or watch riverdale - at least the minors in that are played by adults.

you create this façade of wanting to explore things, of projecting your personal experiences in "harmless" ways. fine, do that. if you want to see byler - two FOURTEEN year old boys - getting it on, go create original charcters!! create characters that are carbon copies of byler, or whatever - making them 18+ so you can write your mlm smut with characters that are old enough!! or just go watch some other mlm fiction story where the characters are old enough!! red white and royal blue, young royals, heartstopper - all mlm pieces of fiction with similar dynamics and characters that are over 18 and have sex. go read that.

but you won't - because you people have an obsession with minors having sex. you claim it's realistic - it might be, sure, but it isn't YOUR business to claim a minor's intimate life justifies your creepiness. admit it - you don't want to watch or read adults having sex. adults aren't "innocent". adults can make mature decisions, adults age into "ugliness", adults aren't "pure" and "youthful" like teenagers are. age them up, sure, but you're still writing about characters that are canonically minors - characters that have the developing body of a minor. characters that have a developing mindset of a minor. unless the character is yours, no one but the writer knows how a minor character would develop and grow - and so assuming how, again, as a way to justify sexualizing teenagers, is so, so wrong. you change the age, but you don't change the character, or the dynamic, or the mindset, or anything.

finn wolfhard was 14 years old when he had to tell people to stop calling him daddy.

noah schnapp was 17 years old when people were making inappropriate comments on his body and were making plans to drug and sexually assault him.

millie bobby brown was 13 AND 16 when she was groomed. by men who were supposed to make her feel safe, and no doubt saw the awful comments about her and took that as motivation.

and the list goes on. the list has been going on for centuries now and people still fail to see the flaws in their way.

millions of minors have been saying it for years - that you, as a grown-ass adult, shouldn't be thinking about us this way. shouldn't be writing about us this way, and using censorship as an excuse. this isn't about proshipping, or darker fiction, or puritans, or any other discourse - this is about basic human morals. this is about what children have been screaming and crying about since the dawn of time, and you still won't listen to us.

sincerely, a girl who was told at age 12, that i had "big tits" when i complemented a man on his stranger things t-shirt.

sincerely, a girl who has been sexualized her entire life - who has watched her friends be sexualized their entire lives - and is now watching people use the world's shared love for fiction as their excuse for sexualizing more and more underaged characters.

sincerely, a girl who is tired of it.

#stranger things #byler #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown #anti-ship #will byers #mike wheeler #eleven stranger things #nova in her cancelled era #i'm a girl and i'm mad y'all!!#all you adults claiming we're puriteens...be so fucking forreal.#we're minors that are horrifed that YOU'RE reading and writing minors our age fucking.

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sesamestreep · 2 months

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 9

Write about a heated debate (from this list) ➸ set in the Bakeoff AU AGAIN, because after my last fic, I wanted to write more Milly content and also it’s been a rough few days and I need to be silly and self-indulgent or I shall perish!! Based on an Instagram Reel I sent to @firstelevens the other day and that we’ve been spinning into a kid fic concept ever since. It grew out of control and I don’t know if it technically fits the prompt, but it’s what I got for you nonetheless. Bon appetit I guess???

“Euuuugghhh! Daaaaad!”

“What? What’s the matter?” Foggy asks from his spot in the kitchen. That tone of voice from his daughter is never a good sign, but he’s mostly used to hearing it when he and Matt are being particularly disgusting about how much they love each other. As Matt is still in the shower currently, he knows that can’t be the reason.

“What did you put on this?” Milly asks, holding up a piece of toast accusatorially. If she ends up following in their career footsteps someday, her cross-examinations are going to be brutal.

“Cinnamon and sugar, as requested,” Foggy answers, coming to stand across the counter from her. It’s a long way from the elaborate recipes he used to make with his spare time—which he no longer has—and when he was on Bake-Off, but it’s one of his daughter’s favorite breakfasts despite its simplicity. Well, it normally is. She’s currently staring daggers at him, so it must not be her favorite right now.

Milly shakes her head at him, like he’s a moron or maybe, more accurately, like they’re going to have to send him to a home soon if he keeps this up. “Not cinnamon,” she says, holding the offensive piece of toast out to him.

Before he can take a bite (his original plan, to illustrate that she’s being silly and unnecessarily picky), the smell reaches his nose and it doesn’t take an extremely experienced baker to know that’s not cinnamon. He brings it closer to sniff it again and makes himself cough. To confirm his suspicion, he returns to the cabinet where they store their spices and looks at the jar he used to make Milly’s toast a few minutes ago and, yep, there it is.

“Paprika,” he says. “I made you paprika toast.”

“Paprika and sugar,” Milly says, in that same enjoy your time in the retirement home, old man tone of voice.

“They look similar in the bottle,” Foggy says, rubbing a hand over his face. “Same color, I mean.”

“Do they smell the same?” she asks, innocently.

“Listen, you—”

“And are they spelled the same way?” she asks, thoughtfully. “You know, when you read the bottle before pouring it over my toast? You did read the bottle first, right?”

“Mills, I’m not kidding, if you can spell ‘paprika’ or ‘cinnamon’ for me right now, I will give you twenty dollars out of my wallet,” he says. “Otherwise, I don’t want to hear it!”

“I don’t know—”

“Exactly!”

“I’m eight! What’s your excuse?”

“For one thing, my eight year old daughter won’t stop tricking her babysitter into letting her watch scary movies and then crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night because she can’t sleep,” Foggy says, grabbing the plate from her. “How’s that?”

“Don’t throw it away!” Milly calls.

Foggy pauses. “Baby, you don’t have to eat it. I’ll make you more with actual cinnamon.”

Milly looks at him like he’s grown an extra head. “I know,” she says, slowly. “I just wanted to show Dada what you did.”

“Okay,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes and returning the plate. “Just for that, maybe I won’t make you more toast.”

“Sure, starve me for telling the truth. That’ll go over great with the other trusted adults in my life when I snitch on you.”

“It’ll never hold up in court,” Foggy replies, already putting two more slices of bread into the toaster.

“Besides,” she says, ignoring him and popping a sliced strawberry into her mouth. “I don’t crawl into your bed, I crawl into Dada’s.”

“It’s the same bed,” he explains. “Just because you cuddle with Dada and kick me all night doesn’t make it any less my bed. And what’s up with that, anyway? I have it on good authority that I’m the more cuddly of the two of us. Why don’t you ever snuggle me?”

“You want it too bad,” she says, taking a two-handed drink of her orange juice.

“Devil child,” he mutters. His mother once told him, when he and Matt were first looking into adoption, that your children will act as cosmic comeuppance for all the things you put your poor parents through as a child yourself and he hadn’t believed her. Maybe he just thought that, because Milly didn’t share any DNA with them, that his and Matt’s most exhausting qualities wouldn’t rear their ugly heads in her at all. And, boy, love her as he does, he was wrong on that count.

“Dada would never do this to me,” Milly continues, happily. “And he can’t even see! Makes you think, doesn’t it?”

“About looking into boarding schools?” Foggy asks. “Definitely.”

“Mean!”

“You’re saying you’d miss me?”

“No,” Milly says, crossing her arms. “But I’d miss Dada and my friends and my teachers and Aunt Daisy and—ooh, can I borrow your phone?”

“Why?”

“I want to text Aunt Daisy a picture of the paprika toast.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come onnnnn,” she whines. “She’ll think it’s funny!”

“That’s exactly why I’m not giving you my phone.”

“You’re no fun,” Milly grumbles, sinking down to rest her chin on the counter dejectedly. Her head immediately pops up again when Matt appears behind her. “Dada! Wait til you see what your husband did!”

Matt stops to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Please don’t say your hair because it feels…uh, chaotic?”

“I haven’t even gone near it this morning,” Foggy says, as he fetches the toast that’s just popped out of the toaster. “That’s all natural.”

“Well, that’s something,” Matt replies, coming into the kitchen. “So, what did you do?”

“He made me cinnamon toast,” Milly interrupts, enthusiastically. “Here, try it!”

As with Foggy, the toast doesn’t even make it to Matt’s mouth before he’s frowning. “That’s…not cinnamon, honey.”

Milly cackles while Foggy glares at her. “I made a small mistake,” Foggy says, over the chorus of his daughter’s laughter.

“What is that? Chili powder?” Matt asks, sniffing delicately.

“Paprika.”

“Oh.”

“And I have been soundly roasted for my error,” Foggy says, mostly in Milly’s direction. “So, I don’t want to hear it from you, okay?”

Matt shrugs. “Okay.”

“Apparently, you would never make such a mistake in your life, because you’re a good dad and I’m some sort of rodeo clown who ended up here by mistake.”

Matt looks at him, very clearly stifling a laugh. “She only thinks that because she’s led a charmed life where I almost never make her breakfast,” he says. “Give it a week, she’ll be begging for you back.”

“You’d just let me eat fruit snacks for breakfast,” Milly says, as Foggy puts her new breakfast down in front of her.

“Yes, and then you wouldn’t have all the nutrients you need to learn new things at school and get smart enough to become the first female president of the United States,” Foggy says. “And then where would we be?”

“There better be a female president before I’m old enough,” Milly says, darkly and with a mouth full of toast.

“Better eat a balanced breakfast just to be safe,” Matt says, pushing off the counter to go find some coffee. “And be nice to your dad.”

“How will that help me become President?”

“People skills,” Matt says.

“Surviving into adulthood,” Foggy says, at the same time.

Milly blows a raspberry at him, but eats the new toast without complaint. Matt’s scouting around for the sugar bowl now and Foggy stops him with a hand on his elbow.

“I already put sugar in it for you,” he says.

Matt smiles. “I don’t care what Milly says. You’re the best rodeo clown a kid could hope for, and a very good husband too.”

“Thanks,” Foggy replies, and allows himself to be pulled in for a kiss. He gets to enjoy that for about ten seconds before Milly makes another disgusted noise behind him. He sighs and pulls back. “What’s wrong with the toast now?”

“Nothing,” Milly exclaims. “It’s you two that are grossing me out!”

“Sorry your dads are in love with each other,” Matt says, with a smile and a faint blush. “You live a tough life.”

“I’m glad you understand,” Milly says, as she shoves an improbably large bite of her toast into her mouth without issue. She’s not even finished chewing when she asks, “Will you walk me to school today, Dada?”

“Why? Are you worried I’ll do that wrong too?” Foggy asks, putting an arm around Matt’s shoulders.

“I’d be happy to, baby,” Matt interjects before Milly can say something smart-alecky back to him. “Go get dressed, okay?”

Mill hops down from her chair happily and practically skips to her room. Matt nudges Foggy’s shoulder with his nose.

“What’s up with you two?” he asks.

“I don’t know. She’s just pushing my buttons.”

“Successfully,” Matt replies.

“Yeah, well,” Foggy shrugs. “I slept half the night with her foot in my face while she cuddled with you. I’m a little cranky, I guess.”

“Feeling left out?” Matt asks, smiling, as he turns to wrap his arms around Foggy’s middle.

“I’m definitely the cuddliest person in this household and I want it acknowledged.”

“I agree,” Matt says, kissing him on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to Milly. She’s a maniac.”

“She takes after you.”

“Not true. I love to cuddle with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, leaning in to kiss him again.

“We could make that happen, you know,” Foggy says against his lips. “Drop the kid off at school, cancel our appointments for today, play hooky from our responsibilities, stay in bed all day…”

Matt seems to be thinking it over, tempted. “We couldn’t,” he says, not quite convincingly.

“We could. I know our bosses and, trust me, they’d want us to get laid.”

“I’ve said it before but those guys are weird,” Matt jokes. “They’re honestly too involved in our sex lives.”

“Yeah, it’s an HR nightmare,” Foggy replies, kissing him again.

“You two better not still be kissing when I come back,” Milly hollers from the bathroom, where she’s brushing her teeth (or so Foggy guesses from the sound of running water).

“We definitely will be,” Foggy shouts back, as Matt collapses into his shoulder laughing.

“I’m going to go attempt to get our daughter’s hair fit for public appearance,” Matt says, giving Foggy another quick kiss on the lips.

“And I’m going to text Kate that we’ll be in late this morning.”

Matt pauses. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Foggy consults his watch. “Our first appointment is at 11. I can do plenty to you in that amount of time.”

Matt looks a little startled by that, but not in a bad way. “Kate’s going to know what that text means, you know.”

“That just means there will be someone to share in Milly’s pain over us being disgustingly in love after all these years. Unless that’s your way of saying no?”

“Definitely not. Just warning you that we’ll get a lot of grief for it later.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You always do,” Matt replies, and Foggy’s definitely not being conceited when he says Matt’s tone sounds downright dreamy.

He heads off to help Milly finish getting ready and Foggy tackles the few dishes in the sink while he waits for another pot of coffee to finish brewing. A few minutes later, Milly appears in the kitchen, dressed and with her hair pulled into a neat bun. Neither of them can do anything particularly fancy with her hair, not least because she won’t sit still long enough for all that, but Matt does a good job for someone who’s never had long hair or siblings. A now presentable Milly pulls her backpack and coat off the hook on the wall and stops by Foggy’s side expectantly.

“What do you need, kiddo?” he asks, as he dries his hands on the towel hanging by the stove.

“Hug goodbye,” she says, lifting her arms towards him and he kneels to capture her in a big hug.

When she finally pulls back, she still looks hesitant, like there’s something she needs to ask him. It once again strikes him as crazy how much she reminds him of Matt sometimes.

“What’s the matter?” Foggy asks, tucking a picturesque loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You feel alright? Is all that paprika I fed you bothering your stomach?”

Milly shakes her head, looking away. “I just wanted to—Dada said that his dad would have made him eat that gross toast because they never wasted food when he was little.”

“Did he?” Foggy asks, already making a mental note to kick Matt’s ass when they’re alone together. “Listen, baby, your Grandpa Jack, he…didn’t have a lot of help when your Dada was young. They had to be really careful with their money and Dada was in the hospital for a while…”

“I know,” Milly says, nodding. “I’m just—thank you for making me new toast, instead.”

Foggy feels a lump in his throat that he struggles to swallow past. “Hey, you don’t have to thank me for that, okay? It’s my job to make your life as good as it possibly can be. Even if I have to make you a hundred pieces of toast every morning.”

“That would be expensive.”

“Still,” Foggy says, firmly. “I’m sorry if what Dada said made you upset.”

Milly scrunches up her face like she’s eating the paprika toast all over again. “He said it like it was funny,” she says, mildly horrified.

“God, okay,” Foggy replies, running a hand over his face. Matt would consider that a charming anecdote about his father. Speaking of people who are going to need a hug from him… “Don’t worry about that. Just have a good day at school, okay?”

“Okay,” Milly says, all concern gone as she hops in place excitedly.

Matt appears around the corner then, pulling on his coat. “Ready?”

“Just gotta get my shoes,” Milly shouts as she zooms off in the direction of the door.

“Alright,” Matt says, as he comes into the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“Okay,” Foggy says, as he leans in to kiss him goodbye. “Oh, and maybe no more stories about your dad before school, yeah?”

Matt blinks at him. “What? Why?”

“We’ve talked about how sometimes the anecdotes from your childhood that you think are charming and scrappy are actually alarming to the people who love you now,” Foggy says, gently.

“Yeah…” Matt says, uncertainly, before his expression clears. “Oh. Shit.”

“It’s fine,” Foggy replies, rubbing his back. “I already explained that she can ask for as much food as she wants. Just maybe reinforce that with her on your way to school?”

Matt looks pale and queasy even as he nods. “Right. God, I didn’t—I’m sorry—”

“I know. I’m not mad.”

“And you still want to play hooky from work with me, even though I’m the world’s biggest idiot?”

Foggy kisses him on the forehead. “Of course. You’re still a very cute idiot.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Listen, I told Milly it’s my job to make her life as good as possible, and that’s true, but it’s also my job to do that for you. And right now, the best way to make your life better is to take you back to bed and—”

“Ready!” Milly shouts as she skids around the corner. “Are you guys still kissing?! What about my education?”

“She’s right, you know,” Matt says, pulling back and looking a bit better, though still tremulous. “We’re terrible parents.”

“Maybe I should look into boarding schools, after all,” Foggy jokes, crossing his eyes goofily at Milly over Matt’s shoulder.

“I’m never going to be President at this rate,” Milly laments.

“Alright, let’s get you to school,” Matt says, holding out his hand for her.

Foggy leans down to give Milly a kiss on the top of her head. “Don’t let your dad walk into traffic, okay?”

“I won’t,” Milly says, swinging their joined hands between them. “I promise.”

“That’s my girl. Have a good day, baby cakes.”

“You too, daddy cakes.”

“I’ll be back shortly,” Matt says, smiling at the two of them.

“I’ll be here,” Foggy replies, as suggestively as he can manage. It must work because Milly snarls in disgust.

“If you two start kissing again, I’m taking myself to school,” she says, leveraging her full weight against Matt to drag him towards the door. “Or running off to join the circus. You won’t know which until it’s too late.”

“She gets that from you,” Matt says, tiredly.

“I was going to say I think she gets it from you.”

“Maybe she has a point about us being gross.”

“Oh, well, yeah,” Foggy says, with a wink at Milly, who’s glaring at both of them now. “There was never any debate about that.”

#I have my block button ready for anyone who comes for me about the pet names or terms of endearment herein #I did my best and all of them read right to me #source: I based them on things I call my various niblings or have heard their parents call them #I’m not as confident that Milly’s dialogue is super realistic for a kid but I hang out with a 9 year old all the time #and most of the dialogue is stuff she might say #So who knows???#anyway I love one (1) dumb little family #HWS30days #30 day challenge #homelywenchsociety #mattfoggy #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #do I need a Milly tag? Is that who I am now?#kid fic #COULD NOT RESIST MAKING IT WEIRD AND SAD RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE THERE SORRY #the gbbo au #gbbo AU #once again no prior knowledge of this universe required!#series: how sweet it is #is it hot? ☑️#is it fresh? ☑️#am I proud to serve it? ☑️#and post

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mad-aims · 10 months

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Knives x Milly art inspired by the lovely fanfic; In The Meadow by @eomma-jpeg.

I believe after a fair bit of character development and redemption arc has passed, I think these two would get together. Milly’s sunshine personality would definitely soften Knives’ hard stone heart.

Been a mad shipper of both of these dorks for a very long time. Had to draw them ❤️❤️❤️

#my art #trigun #knives x milly #milly x knives #millyons #millnai #millions knives #milly thompson #eomma-jpeg #in the meadow #seriously if you love these two #as much as I do #read their fic!#❤️❤️❤️#mad-aims draws things

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robinsteve · 2 years

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the background knowledge: the most critical period of spoken language acquisition is between birth and age five. in the new dr. brenner clip, el was about seven. during s1, she was about twelve. both events take place after this critical developmental period.

the observations: number ten was able to converse with relative ease and fluidity. only in s3 does el seem to reach a comparable level of verbal proficiency (and barely, at that). if i’m counting right, el seems to be the only number not playing in the rainbow room or interacting with a scientist.

the conclusion: even before she apparently murdered an entire lab full of people, el was known to be and set aside as different, special, possibly dangerous. time spent with her peers and caregivers (excluding dr. brenner) was restricted. this led to el’s limited syntax and vocabulary, which we can see in s1, and her general disinterest in speaking unless necessary, which we we can see in all three seasons plus the new clip. while the Incident may have pushed dr. brenner to run a tighter ship, it was likely not the catalyst for el’s isolation and the terrible, unsympathetic treatment she is a victim of.

the prediction (don’t hold me to this): in s4, we will learn that el has always had some sort of specialness to her, even among other superpowered children. while previously unknown powers are (imo) unlikely this late in the game, she may have had a special connection/link to the ud/vecna/other weirdness even before she opened the gate. (naturally, that will be key to s4 or s5’s saving of the world.) alternately, she could simply be in possession of more/stronger/scarier powers.

the second prediction: while watching s4, i will realize that i was waaaaaaay overthinking this

#couldn’t figure out how to word this articulately so we have strange formatting instead :]#i'm definitely definitely definitely reading into this too much but i can't help my obsession with early childhood development #i find it so fascinating and it's incredibly relevant when we consider el's upbringing in the lab and the way it affects her even as she #becomes jane hopper: totally normal girl who goes to high school and just happens to be a bit odd #el hopper #martin brenner #the numbers #st 4 #st meta #stranger things #s4 spoilers #millie talks #**me

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ohmotherwhatsthat · 2 years

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The lack of a The Horse and His Boy movie means we are missing out on the travel montage of Shasta and Aravis and Bree and Hwin becoming friends and i for one am disappointed

#c s lewis #the horse and his boy #the chronicles of narnia #millie reads things #i have things to say

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badtrigunheadcanons · 1 year

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Vash is really bad at flirting (we all know this, it’s canon)

Wolfwood on the other hand is actually really good at flirting, he just never does it because he doesn’t find the need too/says he’s too busy.

Milly is also really good at flirting. The thing is she doesn’t realize she’s flirting. She just says what’s on her mind and complements the shit outta people. This is also why her insults are so devastating.

Meryl doesn’t flirt because that would mean she has to admit she had feelings for someone I’m the first place and she’d rather physically fight them. If she’s flirted with however she turns into a blushing mess.

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #trigun headcanons #I am going off the 1998 anime #I wanna read Trimax but I am poor #and I jsut haven’t put the time and effort into watching the new 2023 anime adaptation #I’ve seen stuff abt it tho #might make headcanons based on the very few things I’ve seen #anyways #they’re all idiots #and bad at feelings and flirting (except milly)#they also all turn into blushing flustered messes when flirted with (again all except milly who just thinks the person is being nice)

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doriandrifting · 2 years

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Imagine S5 opens with Mike back at rink o mania. El and Will are skating together happily, and no matter how fast Mike tries to skate, he can’t catch up to them. All of a sudden, the scene becomes eerily quiet, the music has stopped, the other skaters are frozen, starring at Mike. Will and El begin to levitate off the ground. Over the speaker comes a distorted voice that is familiar to us, but entirely new to Mike—

“It’s your action, Micheal. Choose wisely,” Vecna taunts.

Mike is powerless as Will and El finally notice him and cry out for his help. He can’t do it. He can’t do it. He can’t—

Mike comes to on the hill with everyone surrounding him, but the first thing he sees is Will and El hunched over him, begging him to wake up.

Vecna’s voice is a faint echo in his head, “You won’t save them both.”

Yes, I will, Mike swears.

~But it’s foreshadowing bc Mike won’t save them both. He’s going to protect Will the Wise at some point, but El won’t need Mike to save her. She’s gonna save her damn self.~

#This came to me from the fact that I don’t think we saw a body double at the roller rink for Finn?#only noah and millie #And a fanfic I read where Mike keeps having a repeated dream about picking between El and Will #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #i know what you are #will byers

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