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[vitzi9]

Hi there. Would you be willing to write a fic where ethan landry and the reader (female) are friends? Ethan is obsessed with the reader and wants to be more than friends. Reader doesn't know that Ethan is ghostface and she walks down an alley at night just to see Ethan killing her boyfriend. He then witnesses her freak out while trying to call the police. He then kidnaps her and shows her how much he loves and that he would continue killing for her.

He's a liar, open your eyes !

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

CW/TW: description of a dead body, kidnapping, mention of suicide(not you), manipulation, voyeurism, insults

I feel like it's too repetitive. I don't know why my things always end up being so long. (03/07/2023) (9062 words)

Damn, why does this lesson has to be so hard ? You don't understand a thing ! Hell, that's why Ethan's here. Seriously what even is economic policies ? Did you learn that ? The teacher keep telling everyone this chapter was taught last year. How ?

Ethan comes back ten long minutes later from the bathroom, a sheepish smile on. His cheeks are red and he wears an almost stupid smile. You never saw someone so happy to use the bathroom before.

You notice something poking from his pocket. Did he really take a piss with a pen in his pocket ? He can chill, you're not going to steal it from him... Though, you smile at him fondly, softened by his nerdy behaviour.

"Did you make progress ? He asks.

-You're really asking ?"

You notice that his hair are a little disheveled. It's probably time to pack your things. You've been talking for a while now. He laughs slightly at your irony.

"You really don't know how to wash your hands, do you?"

His face flash you a deep shade of red as he looks down at his pant. You weren't really making fun of him. You just found it funny how he had a single water stain beside his zipper. Embarrassed, he hide the spot with his hands.

He quickly sits back at his place. Immediatly abandoning your lesson, you put it away. Your whole attention back onto him. You were previously gossiping about this man in your class. Rumor has it that he sleeps with his teachers for good grades. Ethan and you were trying to figure out if it was true or not.

It wasn't that important but it allowed you to talk freely. Ethan and you were close but weren't hanging out together that often. But he was really nice and an excellent friend, you liked to talk to him mindlessly like now.

"But on the other side he could juste be a good student. I can't really tell... Plus, some teachers actually don't really like him. You ever saw him be weird around a teacher?"

You noticed it but had tried not to embarrass him by asking but Ethan was acting a little different. As if in his own world, in a bliss you couldn't quite understand. He was looking at you with a fond smile and hadn't uttered a word. Differently from before.

"Are you okay ?" You decide to ask.

You almost feel bad for getting him out of his bubble. He widens his eyes, stuttering things you don't understand before sighing.

"Actually I....

-Yes ?

-I just wanted to let you know that..."

You look at Ethan, smiling to encourage him to continue. You don't quite get why he's suddenly back to his shy demeanor. He was doing pretty well until then.

"It-its... Like... We, the-the both of us, we've known each other for a really long time now and uh..."

When he was finally going to spit his thoughts, the door of your apartement open wide. Ethan stops abrutptly talking while you divert your attention from him. Your boyfriend was here. He didn't told you he was coming but you were at a stage in your relation which you didn't need to. Your boyfriend of almost one year stare nastily at Ethan seated next to you. You sigh, he knew Ethan would come today, you had told him. Why is he being so mean about it ?

You were supposed to be studying for a group project but when you started talking about a book you read, Ethan and you did nothing but study. Book talk turned into gossiping and finally nothing was done. You talked for hours about everything and anything. Then, there was a long silence before Ethan looked like he had something really big to tell you.

"Hi, didn't know he was still here. says your jaded boyfriend.

Here we go again... You clench your jaw, sensing he was going at it, for the umpteenth time.

-Do you need that many times to study? he says in a false disinterest.

-Yes, we do." you say coldly.

He was being rude and you didn't like it. Ethan was your friend. The least he deserved was respect. You invited him here. He was a guest. If anything, your boyrfriend should be rude to you.

"It's pretty dark outside, man. You should go. it was a fake advice, he wanted him to go.

Before you could lecture him about his rudeness, Ethan stands up. He gathers his things, eyes avoiding yours and cheeks red. You look disappointly at your boyfriend.

-Ethan you don't have to go, we can...

-N-no it's okay, it's late anyway, I'm... I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow ?" he tells you in a small voice.

You sigh out his name, embarrassed that your boyfriend would throw him out like that. So you decide to accompany him outside. You spent the few minutes of the route apologizing. He ketp saying it was okay, laughing lightly. But he was still meek. You were scared the bad behaviour of your boyfriend had made him distant. Bitterly, you let him walk away not without apologizing once again to him. You had to make it up to him later.

It was weird. Your boyfriend wasn't the posessive type, at all. You could go out butt naked that he'd tell that you're pretty. You could have as many friends as you wanted, male or female. He was normal, a normal man and your relationship was sane. But as soon as Ethan was mentionned, he was acting like this.

Your boyfriend thought he was playing the victim on purpose. According to him, Ethan wanted to separate you both. He was making your boyfriend the evil monster of the story when in reality, Ethan was manipulating you. You didn't know where he invented all that but it wasn't funny.

Ethan was an old friend. Old because you had known him for a long time. He wasn't exactly your bestfriend but you knew if you had some serious problem, he'd be happy to help. And vice versa. He was nice and never hurt anyone.

When you two met, his laces were undone and he fell on you. It was the 'worst day of his life'. You've know each other for years, now. But your boyfriend still wasn't trusting him.

When you enter back your apartement, nothing changed. He was stil in the middle of the livingroom, arms crossed on his chest. A scowl on the face. You slam the door shut.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you ? you immediatly start.

-I swear on my life I saw him smile. When you weren't looking he...

-Shut it, I'm tired. Don't wanna argue." you say, closing your eyes. Wanting to avoid a headache.

He says nothing, noticing your really tired expression. Compassionate, he opens his arms. Although hesitating at first, you dive right in. Angry but still loving him. You'd talk another day. Maybe understand where this hatred he hold against Ethan come from.

The next morning, everything was already forgotten. Well, not entirely. You were late and didn't have time to question your partner. You were both in a rush, grabbing breakfast to eat on the way and running to your class. Still, you knew you needed to have a talk with him. But it had to wait for now.

Frowning your brows in the bathroom, you tamper everywhere near the sink and the drawer but still can't find your toothbrush. You call out to your boyfriend in the kitchen. Asking him if he saw it or touched it recently. Though you don't understand why he would move your stuff.

"Where did you last put it? he asks, the question was silly but you appreciate his will to help. Why would you put your toothbrush anywhere else than in your damn bathroom ?

-On the sink, as usual."

It's weird though, you already lost it twice this month. Well, you got other one but if you could keep them as long as possible that'd be nice. You could've sworn you put it on the sink ! Where the hell did it go ? You really are tired.

Anyway, you think, you have to go. You and your boyfriend depart from the apartment and quickly arrive at destination. You kiss each other goodbye, and separate from each other. Thursday is usually a tough day since you can't see him much. But he promised you he was sleeping at your place tonight, too.

The day was a boring one. Nothing to entertain yourself. You went to your class, you took notes, you left class and so on. Even your friends were dying of boredom. Your boyfriend and yourself didn't get to spend much time with each other today as he was studying. But finally, you could go home. He sent you a text ten minutes ago, asking you to wait for him beside the entrance. And you did.

You only wanted one thing, go home and sleep. You stretch your muscles and sigh of tiredness. He usually is done studying at five on thursday. You juste have to wait five to ten minutes more.

You take out your phone to mindlessly scroll on it when a curly head appear in your field of view. Ethan already saw you, he's waving shyly at you. You smile happily and put your phone back in your pocket. Walking towards him, you observe how he seems so tired.

"Rough day ?" you ask him and he chuckles lightly, nodding his head. "You're okay, still ?

-Yes, don't worry. I'm fine. And you? Did you have a nice day ? It was cute how eager he was to talk to his friends, nervermind his state.

-I'm always fine when you're so kind to me. He smiles sheepishly, looking to the ground. You hope he understood you were joking and you didn't make him uneasy. Are you waiting someone ?

-Oh, yeah. I'm actually waiting for Chad to...." He trails off while looking at something behind you, his smile fading.

Worried, you furrow your brows before turning around only to see your boyfriend. Your smile instantly comes back. You would have hugged him if Ethan wasn't here. You weren't too much of a fan of PDA. Your partner's face seem closed, weird considering he's always happy when you're going home.

"Let's get home. he simply says.

Can't he see you're talking to someone ? You waited a few minutes for him, he can do the same.

-Wait a moment I'm talking to... he interrupted you, without listening to your words.

-I'm really tired, babe. Let's get home, now.

-We're all tired, I'm just asking you to wait a few...

-Just let's get home. he says coldy and you stop talking.

You look at him sternly. Since when does he give you any orders ? Since when does he forces you to listen to him? You have the right to talk to your friend, why does he deter you to do so ? You just want to talk to your friend two more minutes, is that too much to ask ?

-She doesn't want to, you can't force her... try Ethan, wanting to support you.

-Don't fucking talk to her, okay? he snap. You're not part of the damn conversation so just stay the fuck out of it. I know who the hell you are and what you're doing. Don't fucking talk to us you sociopath. you almost could see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Your heart stop seeing Ethan so humiliated and a ringing echo through your body. You were speechless. That's it, you decide. He doesn't have any right to talk to someone like that. He has to calm down because you are not staying with a violent man, whether he is towards you or someone else ! You step before Ethan to face your partner. You never saw him raise his voice at someone before but you don't like it.

-What the hell is wrong with you?

First he's rude to him when he's litteraly a guest and now he plainly insult him ? You were going to apologize to Ethan but when you searched him, you realized he disappeared. Fuck, you thought, he was that affected ? You can't blame him, you'd probably be as insulted as him in his case. But now you just feel like the worst person ever.

-Why do you hate Ethan so much?

He opens his mouth, searching his words as if not knowing where to begin. His eyes were screaming obviousness. As if for him, every reasons were easy to find to justify his hate.

-Because he's a creep. he agitates his hands to prove his point. Open your eyes, can't you see he's flirting with you ? He's trying to separate us !

-I guarantee you he's not. He's just shy! He's like that with everyone! You're seeing things ! You know what ? I won't tolerate your disrespect any longer. You ever saw me insult your friends ? No, never. Then why do you feel free to do so ? Seriously what is wrong with you ?

He is taken aback by the seriousness you take to discuss this subject. It's not even about Ethan anymore, it's simply about his rude behaviour. He needs to understand that you are not forgiving everything just because you're together.

-He's not just shy. He's really really creepy. He's constantly staring at you. He's on the verge of drooling ! He's sending me fucking death glare ! I tried to override it but it's been one year ! He did not change !

You almost laughed out loud. Ethan ? Sending death glare ? He can't even look at poeple in the eyes. Threathening them ? Just unimaginable. He's inventing things again and it's terribly annoying.

-Will you stop ?

-How can I stop ? He hates my guts ! he softens his tone. I love you, okay ? I'm incredibly in love with you and that's why this guy get me worried sick. He is not normal. If we were in a horror movie, he'd be the type to hide bodies in his basement ! I swear he hides something.

It's true that you don't know Ethan that much. But right now, he wasn't in your mind. You were only thinking about the fact that your boyfriend wanted to forbid you something. And that was the problem. He could tell you to be careful, to avoid being alone with him. But not ordering you to stay away from him. You weren't a child. And you're not stupid, you know the people your befriend. If Ethan was weird, you would have seen it by now.

-I love you too, you said heartly. Really. But Ethan is a nice guy. If he tries anything, I'll tell you right away. But I am not stopping from seeing him. You can't tell me what to do. You know that.

Your boyfriend clench his jaw but nods reluctantly. He doesn't like this deal but if he contradicts you, the argument will worsen and he didn't want that right now. You tried to share the wrongs, even if you find it difficult in your side as you don't know what you did, to ease the situation. You loved your boyfriend, you didn't want it to end on a stupid quarrel. Though, you knew you probably hurt him by doubting of him.

You'd ask him to apologize to your friend but it would be too much and you thought he'd do it himself when everything calmed down. Eventually. You came back home without him, crashing on your couch face first and breathing in it for a few minutes before getting up.

You were overthinking so much your head was hurting you. After a burning shower to ease your nerves (it didn't work), you decided to call Ethan to ensure he was okay. Guilt was eating you alive. You needed to apologize. He left before you could do so.

After the first ring, Ethan picks up. You panic. You don't really know what to say now, you hoped he wouldn't pick up so you could just leave a vocal message. You thought that a simple text wasn't enough and don't show the honesty of your words.

"Hey. he says as awkwardly as in real life.

You didn't know where to begin.

-You're okay? you ask and you hate yourself for asking that so bluntly.

He doesn't answer. You were thinking back on the face he made after being insulted, the humiliation, the utter mortification he felt. Your words are nothing, the wrong is already done. But you hope they'll help him feeling better. Even if just a little. Ethan is silent.

-Listen, I... you start.

Better apologize now before he hates you too.

-I'm sorry about my boyfriend. Like really. I... I don't know why he's acting like that. I talked to him but...

-It's okay, I'm used to it by now, you know ?

Guilt wasn't even enough to express your feelings. He's used to it ? That's not reassuring at all. In fact, you want the ground to open under you, to chew and swallow you. You were a horrible friend for letting your partner lower his self esteem like this.

-God, don't say that... It sounds horrible.

He laughs but he's not amused.

-If he does it again, and I hope he won't but just in case, you can bite back. You can insult him, too. I can give you insults he doesn't like if you want !"

This time, he truly laughed. A real chuckle and you were happy. You were happy your friend didn't hate you. You continued to talk long time after that. Eventually, you hung up, feeling tired. But with a smile nonetheless as you knew things were slowly getting better.

The next morning, you did your routine. With your new toothbrush in hand, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You had bags under your eyes. You were happy the week end was coming. Tomorrow is saturday, the week is finally completed. You felt enough stress for a whole month after that. You needed to rest.

You spit in the sink and wash your mouth with water. Raising your head again, you look if you still have toothpaste on your face when your body freeze. Are you dreaming or is there something behind your mirror ? You swear you just saw a red dot flashes.

You stop moving completly, eyes glued to the mirror. Three minutes pass wihtout anything new. Are you really that tired ?

Maybe it's just the reflection of the twinkling fire protection system ? The point is red too, after all. In any case, you're tired. You don't need others problems for today. You'll have to ask your boyfriend about it. If he stops sulking. Either way, you're curious. You'll try to take off the mirror another time. Tonight maybe, if you don't forget about it until then.

Later this day, you still hadn't talk to your boyfriend and the mirror thing had disappeared from your mind. As if life wanted to keep you occupied to avoid thinking about your problems, the morning classes were only tests. You hoped you did good because it didn't fell like it.

It was already noon and you were searching for your friends. They told you they'd be waiting for you in the cafeteria. You came out late of your last class so you needed to speed up a little. The halways are already crowded at this hour, more than usually it is. You sigh thinking about the long journey you'll have to make to join your friends. You'll have to dodge every rushing students, find your ways through everyone and hope something is good in the today's menu.

You start searching for someone you know in the crowd to mentally support you on this long day and you recognize the tall curly man named Ethan going to the bathroom in the opposite direction of yours. Damn, you sigh, you wanted to ask him if he could send you his notes for econ.

You texted your friends, saying that you'll meet up with them later. Your boyfriend still hadn't text you. He was mad at you, after all. In your opinion, you did nothing wrong. He's the one who put a target on Ethan's back. You recognize one can be jealous but damn, he can't disrespect your friend like that forever. He can't make hasty assumptions on people and then forbiding you to talk to them.

That's why you wanted someone to accompagny you to the cafeteria. Now, you're alone with your thoughts and you're overthinking. You didn't allow him to explain himself, but on the other side he didn't really try to. His reasons are unfounded. He was quite closed up on the subject.

You do not have to appreciate someone but why does he hate him ? That's another level. He even called Ethan a sociopath ! Why ? The common area wasn't so far from you anymore. You grab your phone, ready to send a text to your friends when someone suddenly rush into you. Your phone fall on the ground and you curse under your breath.

Looking up, the person already left. You grab your phone quickly and search behind you to know who pushed you this hard, only to see some curly hair, again. Wait, if you saw him going in the opposite direction, how did he end up stumbling on you ? He ran or something ?

-Ethan? you call after him and he stops in his track. you approach him. Why are you in such a rush... Oh.

And then you see it, the pink spot stuck in his hair. Gum, Ethan has gum in his hair. Obviously, it wasn't supposed to be here. You understand his embarrassment now, you wouldn't like to be seen like this too.

-Oh, Ethan...

At your change of tone, he reluctantly moves his body in your direction and lift his gaze towards you. An embarrassed expression clearly on display. You're suddenly really close to him staring at his stuck hair.

-Its... It's nothing, really ! He laughs awkwardly. I'll get it off, eventually.

-No, come here. you wanted to make it quick as to avoid him being stared at by people.

Head low in shame, Ethan follows you to the bathroom where you wetted his hair as much as you could. You thought that if you helped him, he'd understand that you're really not okay with your boyfriend's ideas of him. By helping him, you show him that you're still his friend and you're sorry for the behaviour of your partner. Acts are louder than words. Ethan's head was heavy in your hands, as if he was resting it against your palm. He probably was but your hair were a calming area for you too, so you understand. When your boyfriend scratch your head, you're out like a light.

-How did you get gum in here ?

He doesn't answer. The worst was already on your mind; is Ethan bullied ? You're not in highschool anymore but people are still mean and Ethan is a perfect target, he's a shy guy with little friends. He's usually the kind of people meanie make fun of.

-Did someone do this ? you ask while untangling his curls.

Ethan lower his face, eyes staring straight onto your phone screen where a picture of you and your boyfriend was on display. His gaze staying a little too long on your partner's face. With a bitter laugh, he shakes his head.

-You won't like the answer."

Something deep in you was telling you your boyfriend had something to do with it. After all, it was as if Ethan was giving you hints at this point. But you still believed in the kindness of your partner. He was never mean, physically at least. He wouldn't hurt a fly. But at the same time, he changed a lot recently, surprising you and not really in a good way. Could it really be him ? Ethan saw your hesitation since he smiles sympatheticly, understanding you.

"Don't be too mean on him, it's not important anyway. It's just gum."

And it was all you needed to hear before calling your boyfriend as soon as gum was out of the way. You asked him to come to your place when his classes were done.

Ethan texted you later on with all the sincerity in the world, 'is he violent with you? you can talk to me, you know? He can't force you to do anything. i'm here for you.' His words triggered certains thoughts in you, thinking that yeah, he wasn't like this when you first talked to him. And that's how every violent man start. By establishing rules in a relationship. Rules only relevant to one person in the couple. By getting angry more often.

By manipulating you with your feelings. It was too soon to really know if he was in fact getting violent but at the same time you didn't want to stay long to discover it.

When he came home this night, he knew something was off. You were seated on the couch, staring at the black screen of the TV. Your arms were crossed over your chest. Tonight was the big talk time.

As soon as the door slam shut, you start.

"Where were you at noon ?

He rises a brow, laughing nervously at your sudden question. He didn't even get the time to place down his bag.

-At my club ? You know I'm always there at this time.

You were afraid he was lying to you. One of your friend, in the same club as him, joke to you about how your arguments got to him so hard that he didn't even bother to come. Well, she said that she herself didn't stay long today but that's all you needed to know. He wasn't at the club.

-I didn't see you, that's all.

-You came to see me ? I was late. I joined the club ten or fifteen minutes later. Something happened?

You wonder if you should just spit it out. It would take a weight off your shoulders and appease your nerves. Yes, you'll just spit it out. You need answers.

-Ethan, as soon as his name leave your mouth he sighs, yeah, exactly, him, again. Someone put gum in his hair today. It was impossible to get rid off. One day after you insulted him. Crazy coincidence.

-Are you accusing me ? he asks in disbelief. You invited me over to argue ?

-I just want to hear where you were at noon today.

-It's not me, okay ? he says in a defensive tone. I don't like him but I'm not an asshole. I know he's your friend, I wouldn't do that to him.

-I know, but recently you've been acting really weird around him so I'm starting to ask questions. I'm going to ask this once and I want you to be honest with me. you take a pause, gauging his reaction. he simply waits for you to continue. Are you the one bullying Ethan ?

-I'm not ! Hell, why would I do that !

He's hurt seeing you so little convinced. He shakes his head and frown his brows. He's standing right before you now. He's panicked as if he knows your relationship depends on this discussion.

-I get it now, he says seriously. He accused me, right ? I don't blame you for listening to him, he's a good friend to you, okay. I get that. But he's sabotaging your life, he's sabotaging our relationship. You can't just believe everything he says. I don't like him, that's a fact. But I never put shit in his hair. And I never will. Don't you understand what's happening ?

He kneels before you and takes your hands in his, his warmth enveloping your body. He looks up at you with pretty sad eyes and you know you won't last long.

-Each time we argue, it's because of him. It's because he's always stuck to you, because he always does or says something.

-Or because you hold a stupid grudge toward him for no reason.

-No reason ? He gives me the creep !

-That's what I'm saying, you have no reason ! contradicting him allowed you to avoid looking into his eyes. Because if you did, you'd forgive him far too quickly.

-Baby, please, listen to me. He's not what he makes you think he is. He's a vicious manipulator. I can't prove it now with anything else than my words but I'll prove it to you. I don't know how yet but I promise. He sounded so desperate he had you doubting about everthing.

-I have to think about it."

Even though he wanted to convince you more, he understood your state of mind and decided not to push his luck. Sadly, he let go of your hand. And that was it.

He did not sleep here tonight, either.

When you woke up, you felt alone for the first time in a while. A bitter feeling lingering in your throat. All day, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone. It was saturday, you usually go out with your friends but you were not in the mood today.

After emptying your head and forgetting your feelings on social media for hours, you decided you couldn't stay angry at your partner for an eternity. So you sent him a text offering him to come tonight to discuss. He accepted surprisingly quickly. You spent the rest of the day cleaning your apartment. As if it was your first date and you wanted to make a good first impression.

You just wanted to spend a chill night with your man.

A movie was already planned for his arrival. You had cleaned every spot of your house. You were wore and now wanted to relax. Weirdly enough, something in you was telling you that the night wouldn't be as relawing as you wanted it to be. You didn't really know why. Maybe you'd be arguing again ? Maybe he'd leave you ?

You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling you had.

You check your phone one last time, 'i'm almost there' he texted. But his message was sent already fifteen minutes ago. And the way to your apartment clearly wasn't that long. You decided to waste time until he eventually arrives by going to the nearest store. He had your keys anyway, if you arrive after him. You'd buy snacks to eat together there. And so that's what you did. You bid bye to the cashier and went back on your path. Suddenly, you realized how late it is. The alley was really dusky. Was it that dark when you left ?

You grab your phone, still no responses. What's taking him so long ?

Walking slowly in the dead of the night, you hear nothing but car in the background. Your own feet echo in the alley, you hit a bottle that's sent against the wall and you jolt before cursing. You're paranoid. Nothing's here. You grab once again your phone, no answer. He still isn't here ? Okay, maybe you're impatient here. But twenty minutes to arrive ? It's usually fifteen at best !

Deepening yourself slowly down the alley, you start to hear muffled voices. Two people. You hope it's not creepy men who'll follow you. Though, you're sure it isn't when the voices seem to be arguing.

You stop walking, trying to understand if you were in danger or not. It would be really stupid to get involved in a gang fight or simply in a fight. You though the two men would be drunk, since people arguing in a dark alley in night isn't that common for sober people(well, in your opinion), but they were not.

Approaching slowly, you realise you understand every one of the words they're echanging. Though, it's not reassuring.

"I always knew you were a fucked up little bitch..." you hear someone hiss.

Now what's happening ? It's getting scary. The more horrific part was probably that the voice sounded familiar to you. But it was distored and far away so you weren't sure. Either way, you needed to cross this alley. Your home was just a few meters further.

Holding your breath, you look at the ground, eyes glued to the pavement below you. You have nothing to do with this and you don't want to deal with it. But when you heard a scream of pain, your body jolt. Shaking from head to toe, you stop on your track. Your heart is beating too fast for your own good, your blood is pulsing. Slowly, your head turn towards the alley. What you saw at this moment was probably the worst sight you could have encountered in your life.

On the ground, a dead body. Eyes staring straight at you. His back was against the wall, blood dripping from his neck which was cut clean. He was shirtless and even though you didn't want to look at it, you knew his chest was covered in scars. But what's finally killed you is that you recognized his face.

It was your boyfriend.

Breathing becomes hard, you tug at your shirt, pupils slowly drowning in your tears. You couldn't look away. But you had to when someone step on a piece of glass. You jolt, searching for the responsible. Your senses on high alert. Everything in you were yelling at you to run but your legs were like jelly. It was a miracle you were still standing.

And that's when you saw it. Someone. You couldn't see their face but for some reason you knew they were watching you. Without diverting your gaze from them, you grab your phone from your back pocket, stepping back to put distance between you. The person calls your name and unfortunatly you recognize his voice.

"E-Ethan?" you ask with a watery and cracked voice.

You shake your head, slowly stepping back while he comes closer. You finally see his face. There's blood splattered on his face and he own a shiny knife in hand. It's straight out of a horror movie.

"Baby, it's not safe to wander around here at such a late hour. he laughs, surprisingly brightly for the situation.

-Ethan did you..." weakly, you point at the body in the alley behind him.

He's just smiling. He tilts his head to the side, staring at you longingly. Blood was dripping from his knife. Fuck, you need to run, right now. Sensing life coming back to your body, you bolt to the opposite direction. You hear him yell your name but you don't look back to see where he is. You rush to a place you hope will be full of people. There, you coud call for help.

Your rush, feeling every one of your muscle giving the best they have. You're out of breath, you already fell on the ground twice and hurt yourself but didn't bother stopping. Ethan was still yelling your name in your back, his voice getting progressivly more angry and desperate.

You weren't stopping, you couldn't. You were running haphazardly with your blurry vision, you couldn't see much. He's dead, you think. He's freaking dead. He killed him.

A violent side stitch takes you and you whine from the pain. Your muscles are burning so do each one of your breath. You see a building nearing and accelerate one last time to reach it.

But Ethan is seemingly trained for chasing people as he jumps on you and pin you against the ground. You try to scream but he doesn't allow you to as he maintain your mouth shut with his hand. You can feel his front against your back as you struggle to escape. Ethan hold you firmly against him, his weight on you guaranteeing you stay put.

"Why are you running? It's me. It's just me." you could hear the smile in his voice even though he's out of breath.

He was far too happy ! Did he plan this all along ? A million thoughts were racing in your head. Was that what your boyfriend saw in him ? Was that real ? Were you going to die ? You're crying all the water of your body at this point but Ethan doesn't say anything about it. You know he's ravished in the imbalance of power.

"It was supposed to be for the damn parasite, but I never could stand him anyway."

You don't have time to think about who or what he's talking about that a faint sting in your neck make you wince. A burning liquid propagate in your veins. Your vision soon become watery and blurry. Your body stop struggling and everything in you is numb.

"Sleep well now." was all you heard before black out.

When you woke up, (hours, days later ?) everything was pitch black around you. Even though you knew your eyes were open. What's happening ? Last night, you were at the local store buying things for your boyfriend and now you're here. Here, but where ?

You slowly start to realise something hides your view from the light and that your hands are tied up in your back. You couldn't move them at all, they were tightly attached with both scotch and cable tie. It was a miracle blood was still flowing. Or the person who attached you knew exactly how to do it. This thought was terrifying.

Your head aches trying to remember the last event but eventually you get the answer you needed. Ethan fucking Landry. He was in that alley with you. Tears brims your eyes at the reminder of your boyfriend. Your dead boyfriend. What will happen now ?

In your desperate state, you don't hear when someone enters the room. It's when a hand is put on your thight that you jolt and struggle to move. Trying to escape, the cable tie shear your wrists.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, love. Don't do that please."

The voice stops you. It was the same tender voice Ethan used to talk to you before. Ethan, shit, you spent the last few weeks arguing with your boyfriend over him, just for him to fucking kill him. Why is he doing this ? What did you do to him ? Can't he just kill you ? Is he so twisted that he needs to torture you ? It's all your fault, you should have listened to him. Ethan is a monster.

Tears are running down your cheeks, they're salty and sting a little. Ethan sees them and dry them with his thumbs. He tries to shush you but it don't work. Then, he decides to take off the cloth hiding your view. Upon seeing him, you burst into tears. You struggle, moving your whole body, trying to move the chair on which you're on. Crying more when he tries to touch you.

-No no no babe it's me! Don't freak out ! He laughs happily. It's just me, okay ? Everything's fine.

You were going to scream if he didn't interrupt you by roughly clading his palms against your lips. Your tears are no longer staining your chin, now flowing onto his fingers. You don't really understand the situation to be honest. Yesterday, Ethan was a really nice and polite friend. Why would he be otherwise ?

"That's it, calm down. Stop crying, please. It's okay. I'm here." he slowly part his hand away from your mouth.

You are terribly tired. Your body is numb. Your eyes are sore. You have difficulty breathing since you have a stuffy nose from all the crying. You sniff, blinking trying to get rid of the blurry vision you're having. You're sure you look pitiful but Ethan is looking at you like you're a damn art piece. He's analyzing you.

Ethan smiles. Sitting comfortably in front of you. On a chair he specifically placed here for you to talk. Or him to watch. You seem to be in a kind of garage. There's tools scattered on various worktable. Ethan tilts his head to where you're watching to catch your attention, when your eyes are on him again, he smiles brightly.

"You're comfortable here ? I'm sorry the chair is a little old, I wasn't really prepared. Don't worry I'll give you an armchair, soon. So you'll feel better.

You don't say anything. What does he want from you ? You have nothing left. According to his words, he plans on keeping you here for a while. Why ? He smiles, lifting his hand towards you, you flinch and turn your head.

-Don't look at me like that. he says angrily, his tone suddenly more serious.

Your eyes are back on him. You try to keep your gaze as neural as possible as to not angry him but your real feelings talks for you.

-Like you're scared of me. Like you're angry at me. I know you're not.

Why did you bother defending him. He's dead because of you, fuck, it's your fault ! You should have listened to him ! He told you Ethan was creepy, you should have fucking listened.... Tears are coming again, you try to keep them hidden but fail miserably and start crying all over again. Ethan sighs. He archs his back and lay his elbows on his knees.

-Ok, I guess I owe you an explaination. I'll try and make it quick, I have to go back to the kitchen soon after. I made pastas. Because I don't know if you can eat a lot right now, the medicine I injected you is quite strong. he seems to realise his words as his eyes widens and he agitates his hands agitatedly. It's strong but because it wasn't for you in the first place ! You weren't supposed to be there, don't worry. I'd never hurt you. I just improvised ! But you're gonna be fine. If not, it's okay too ! I can kill myself so we'll still be together !

What was his plan ? He wanted to kidnap your boyfriend ? Why ? What would he have done to him ? What would he have done to you ?

-But uh, love aside, if you feel like you'll throw up, warn me. There's probably a basin here or something. Anyway. I did what was best for you. you burst out crying and shake your head, denying his words. Yes I fucking did ! Okay ? He was a damn loser. I didn't have a choice, you know ? You should have just stayed loyal to me in the first place !

You were terrified. He changed emotions in a fraction of seconds. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you couldn't even move. You couldn't comprehend his words. It was as if he had invented a link between you two you weren't even aware of. As if for him, you've never been friends but much more.

-Stop crying, he's dead. It's too late. Seriously, stop. You didn't even love him ! Why would you keep defending me like that otherwise ? And he humiliated me, that fucker humilated me before you ! You know I can't let that pass. It just had to end.

You were still seeing his face in the alley. He was looking into your eyes, you swear. You just know his face will haunt you untill your death. Never would you have thought Ethan Landry was a fucked up man. Never would you have thought Ethan Landry was thinking about your kidnapping and your boyfriend's death.

You didn't know what to feel. Too many emotions were in your heart. Hate, fear, disdain, grief, anger and sadness. All caused by him.

-It's not my fault, okay ? Stop looking at me like that !

He passes his hand through his hair. He's agitated. Too much for your own good. His hair, you're now sure he puts that damn gum himself. What kind of fucked up manipulator you have to be to do that ? To take your sweet time in creating arguments between two person ?

-I was supposed to come and pick him up. Thus, I would have sent you each one of his fingers in pretty pink enveloppes. I'm sure you would have loved it. But it's even better that you're here. We're always stumbling on each other, right ? Isn't that so cute ? The way we're so magnetic ? he smiles bashfully, like a schoolgirl confessing her love to her crush.

His grabs your legs, you struggle to get away from his hold. Ethan is not amused. His fist tighten considerably around your ankle and you whine from the pain. You're sure he could break it. He stops, laying simply your leg on his tight. The palm of your feet was too far from his tummy for you to hit it. He smiles in seeing you so compliant. You still feel the burning hold he previously exerced on your ankle. How strong is that man ?

He slides his fingers dreamily from your ankle to the highest part of your leg he could touch without bending in two. You were utterly disgusted by his touch knowing it was these same hands which killed your boyfriend.

-It really is fate.

And suddenly he starts using his nails instead of his digits. Not quite hurting you but it was enough to make you understand he was able to. His smile turn bitter.

-It was fate until you decided to betray me by picking someone else. his tone is dark, threatening. Like a murderer. Then it go back to his usual tone and his digits are back on your leg. But I forgive you, you know ? At first, I cried a lot. Because I thought that you didn't love me. But I soon realised that you wanted to test me. You wanted to see me jealous ! And it's okay ! You probably wanted me to make a move on you first... he smiles sheepishly, cheeks red.

What the fuck is he talking about ? You never loved him ! You never tried to test him ! Why does he keep inventing things ? Did you two have the same discussion ? Where does he gets these interpretation from? You're pratically sure it's impossible to declare your love to someone by accident so why does he thinks you're in love with him ?

-Though, I gotta admit I was really sad when you decided to fuck him. Because I understand your testing, but it didn't need to go that far, you know ? You wanted to practice ? Because it really hurt me.

You don't answer. You certainly didn't want to talk about that to him.

-For practice, right ? Tell me it was. You just wanted to practice for when we'd be together ? the death glare he sent you was enough to make you nod, even if he saw it was fake he didn't care. Good, good. I was scared for a sec ! he smiles happily, as if he didn't just threaten you. I'm still a little disappointed, though. We could've learn together but I guess I can't condamn your eagerness.

You needed to get out of here, right now. He could do so much more than just kill you and that thought was terrifying. You were helpless, stuck at his mercy.

-I'm glad you saw the camera I put in your bathroom. Felt like a creep watching you showering. But when you saw it and didn't say anything, that mean you allowed me to do it. Thanks for that. It helped me on the loneliest night.

What the fuck ? You try to remember when you ever saw a damn camera when suddenly it click. Everything click. The thing you thought was a pencil in his pocket when you invited him over, it was your toothbrush. The red point in your mirror, it was him, too.

Every time you brushed your hair, every time youu showered, every time you just lived your damn life, he was here.

You felt like a fool. He had played with you all along. You never saw anything when it was so painfully evident.

-Though once again, you didn't have to bring him in.

He was watching you from the very beginning. There wasn't a moment where you have been alone. Were others cameras in your apartment ? Probably if he knows you made love to your boyfriend.

-Ethan, you start with a shaking voice. His head snap to you, visibly excited to finally hearing you talk to him. Ethan I loved my boyfriend.

-What ? he laughed. No, silly. You do not. I'm the one you love. I'll marry you and everything, you know that.

He was smiling but you knew it wasn't genuine. You needed to talk to him calmly or this could be dangerous for you.

-I don't know you Ethan. I can't love you.

-But you do know me, sweetheart. he smiles while putting your leg back on the ground. Can I give you an advice ? he whispers then lays his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it. his eyes were empty of emotions while drilling into yours. You should really stop pushing me off because I'm starting to lose my fucking temper over here. Okay my love ? I'll go get you your food. I'm such a good househusband for you, right love ? You stay all pretty here, I'm coming back really quick."

With the unknow time he let you alone, you scanned your surrondings. All the tools could help you but they were too far away from you. You needed to change plan. At one point he'll have to go to sleep ? Or let you go to the bathroom ? As soon as he lets his guards down, you attack.

Ethan wasn't lying when he said he'd come back really quick as he was already here. He calmed down. Much better for you. He had a garnished plate in hand. He pushes his seat closer to you before smiling to you.

"It's gonna be fun. You'll be my beautfull wife whom I'd kill for. By the way have I told you about.. ? Wait, they haven't been discovered yet... Well, we don't care. Just a background character. he sits back down on his chair.

What ? Did he just told you he killed someone else ?

-Open your mouth, love. he says while taking a spoon full of pasta.

A spoon ? He probaby thinks you're gonna try to hurt him or yourself with a fork. He really think of you as a kid. He approaches the spoon near your mouth. You don't budge, staring at him dead in the eyes. you weren't even hungry. And if you were, you'd much rather die than to eat his food.

-Oh, I didn't even ask if you were hungry. Well, I'm putting that aside and when you need something you tell me. I won't leave your side anyway."

Him who was so nice and polite before, him who helped you with your homework. Him who killed your boyfriend, him who stalked and kidnapped you. Who was he ? Who was this man ? He sighs before your blank stare.

"Listen, I know you wanted to play that little game between us longer but he was turning violent, my love. I just... I couldn't stand to see you suffering with him. It was for your safety.

He stares at your thight on which he draws circle with his pointer. You don't even listen to the lies he tells you anymore. You're just trying to find a way out of here. Ethan sits on the ground next to you, his head now at the same level as your waist.

-He couldn't love you like I do. Nobody can. I'm going to take good care of you.

He lowers his head, his lips grazing against the clothe that separate him from the top of your thigh. You shudder. You feel his hot breath hitting your skin through the fabric. He lays his cheek flat against the fat of your thigh. He smiles. You want him to get away from you but any of your movement can angry him and you don't want that.

-I'll kill my dad after the plan, okay? So that he cannot oppose our union, our marriage.

Strangely, you wouldn't have thought someone like him had a father. Or any parent for that matter. His dad must be as fucked up as him, you're sure. You don't bother to try and understand him. A plan ? Yeah, good for him. You don't give a fuck. You just want to leave.

Though, he'd kill his dad ? He's even attacking his own family now ? Does this man have limits ? Your questionning must be visible from the outside as he laughs brightly at you.

-Why are you shocked pretty girl ? Didn't I show you how devoted I am to you ? he laughs again. And that's not even a quarter of what I'm ready to do for you.

His rub his nose against your skin covered thigh and sigh of contentement. Are you really stuck here ? No, no of course not. Someone is going to find you. Someone is going to find your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend. He tried to warn you. You hate yourself for that. It's too late now. You can simply hope he didn't suffer a lot in his death. That's all you can do. Tears are coming again, the few leaft in you anyway. You're tired. Terribly tired. You'll probably pass out soon.

Ethan kiss your thigh after taking a good sniff out of you.

-I could do so much more for you, my love. So much more. You have no idea what I could to for you."

#ethan landry #yandere ethan landry #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #yandere boy #ethan landry imagine #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere imagine #yandere #vitzi9writings

[gatalentan]

don’t think about little melissa schemmenti playing with the toy fire truck she got for christmas dreaming about being a firefighter like her uncle & going to the public library and trying with all her being to read all about firefighters just to have her dreams and hopes crushed

"Miss Schemmenti?" a voice like a mouse squeaked out from the doorway.

Melissa looked up from her grading, flipping her glasses back onto her head. Isaiah, one of her second graders, stood in her doorway, eyes big as moons, his little fingers gripping his backpack straps like a lifeline, a tiny ball of tension. Melissa felt her eyebrows knit in the middle.

"Hey Isaiah. C'mon in." She tilted her head towards the desks in front of her and he skulked in, shoulders wrapped around his ears. He plopped down on the nearest chair, bag hitting the ground with a thump. Melissa wheeled her chair over to him, sitting on it backwards. "You ok, kid?" She asked, voice as soft as she could make it, willing him to talk.

"Umm. It's." He looked down at the desk, at his hands, the floor. He nibbled at the end of his thumbnail, working the words out of his mouth. "Well, you know how my Dad's a pilot? And my Grandpa? And my Uncle David?"

"Uhuh. You drew that great picture." Melissa thumbed behind her at the project board where a drawing of Isaiah and his family in matching pilot hats flew across a green sky.

"Dad said I won't get to fly, 'cause-a my eyes." He told the table, mumbling into his shirt collar. "'cause-a the colours being mixed up. I'm." He swiped at his face, ducking it lower so she wouldn't see. "I'm sad, I guess. I dunno what to do."

Melissa's stomach dropped, felt her whole body droop with the sheer weight of how much she could relate, suddenly felt all of eight years old herself. Squeaky wheels on a cardboard firetruck screeching along the tiled floor of her Nonna's kitchen, water pistols firing at housefires drawn in crayon, scampering up trees with her little sister to save imaginary cats. She dug her nails into the knees, gathering herself with a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Isaiah." She handed him a tissue and he took it, but was too proud to use it. "You know, Miss Schemmenti didn't always wanna be a teacher. When I was your age, I really wanted to be a firefighter, just like my uncle."

He finally looked up at her, eyes even wider, somehow. "You did? But you're… Miss Schemmenti."

Melissa laughed low in her throat. "I am now. That's not what I planned. See, back then, they didn't let girls be firefighters. I even made 'em let me do the test-" (slipped her Uncle two month's allowance for it) "-but they rejected me."

She'd aced it too, had been doing strength and cardio training for years, so sure she could be the exception, the star in track at her high school. But her best just wasn't enough, and no amount of greased palms and yelling and tears and being deserving could change things, not back then. It had taken her a long time and a deferred year of college to figure out what she'd do with her life without this piece of her that had felt so inevitable and had now been ripped away.

"But that's not FAIR." He smacked the table with his fists, then flinched at his own outburst, retreating back into himself. "Oops. Sorry. 'bout the table. And uh, you. It's not fair."

Melissa bit her lip, smiling sadly at his compassion, remembering how the sadness, the weight of disappointment, had crushed her under its rubber boot for a long time. She hated that he felt even a fraction of it. "Yeah. It wasn't fair."

She sighed, leaning forward on the back of the chair to really look at the little boy in front of her, looking up at her like she knew the secrets to the universe and could somehow fix this for him with a magic wand. It struck her, then, just how many times she'd seen that same face mirrored at her time and time again, for decades, with different noses, different hair, different eyes, but still the same. And she still knew all their names, even now, could recall them just as easy as the coins jingling in her pocket, their hopeful faces just as bright and shiny and full of potential she so desperately wanted to help them achieve some small way.

"But you know what? If I hadn't been rejected, I wouldn't be here, right? I wouldn't have met you, or all the hundreds of other kids I've met since before you were even born. Sometimes we just end up on a different path than what we thought. I love being a teacher, turns out, and I'm pretty good at it, right?" He nodded. "And I never would-a found that out if I became a firefighter."

"I guess. I just..." He put his chin on his hands, deep in thought. "I don't know what to do now. I-" he audibly swallowed, voice wobbling "I wanted to make my Dad proud. I wanted to be like him. I don't wanna be different to everybody else."

Ouch.

"I know he's already so proud of you, kid. And so am I. We've all got something that makes us a little different. Me? My eyes aren't so good either, see?" She flipped her glasses back onto her nose to punctuate her point, jiggling them up and down by the arms to make him crack a smile. "You see things in a different colour. But that's not the only thing you are. You're smart, and you're funny, and I know you got lots of friends, 'cause I've seen you guys in detention often enough." She pulled a mock stern face, and his reluctant smile peeled open a little wider. "You'll figure it out. You don't gotta know right now, you're still young, just focus on being the best you you can be, and everything will work itself out in the end."

"But my Dad-"

"Your Dad will love you no matter what you become." And she knew he would, too, had seen his big puffed out chest at the open house, how his Dad's smile had spread wide with the same gap as Isaiah had when she'd told him about how he was top of her class.

Isaiah let out a huge breath, somehow sounding bigger than his four foot frame could have possibly contained.

"You promise?"

"'Course I do." She stook out her pinkie, and he took it, both giggling. A grown ass fifty-whatever year old, giggling. Kids, man. "You feelin' any better?"

"Yeah. I think so. Maybe."

"Good." She leaned back in her chair, had an idea. "Hey, wanna know a secret?" She whispered conspiratorially, peering around like there might be a spy hidden in any corner.

"Duh!"

Melissa wheeled back her chair and ferreted around in the top drawer of her desk, pulling out a bag of leftover Halloween candy. She plonked it on the table in front of him, taking a Twix for herself. "I got contraband. Don't tell Mrs. Howard. If I cover my eyes and two pieces of candy and my best Math student aren't here when I open them, then that's none of my business."

His face lit up like the Fourth of July, and Melissa dutifully covered her eyes with her palm. The sound of rustling plastic packages, of a backpack being snatched, and sneakers hastily squeaking on the sticky floor followed, then stopped dead.

"Thanks Miss Schemmenti."

She peeped out from between her fingers, seeing him smiling back at her from the doorway, tension lifted from his little body. Before she could respond, he scampered off.

Yeah, she'd ended up where she was meant to be, even if it wasn't what she'd planned.

#anon why did you choose violence #work wives #melissa x barbara #chatalentan #✍️

[dreamwreaver]

I agree with everything you said in your response to that ask. It's obvious Chaggie wasn't something she was always going for. What confuses me is her mindset of, well now that it's canon, I don't have to put in any work for this ship. Excuse me? What? Has Viv never shipped before. That's not how canon works. You have to make ppl care about the ship and she or the writers haven't done that. How is Chaggie good enough to become canon because of some fanart but not good enough for you to flesh out their relationship for ppl to care about? That's dumb as hell. For all that, she should've had them stay platonic. I'm not even a Chaggie shipper but the fact that the creator of this ship doesn't even care about them is disgusting. Nobody told her to make them happen. She did that herself.

Let's be honest, she's likely been on the internet long enough to know what shipping is, explaining her more cavalier attitude on fans shipping which used to be the norm. Her "ship what you want but don't be a dick to other people" attitude is precisely what old fandom used to be like before the influx of what I can only describe as normies decided they wanted to be a part of fandom.

See, the thing about the old internet (and by that I mean before the rise of mainstream social media platforms like Facebook, insta, Twitter, etc.) the internet by and large was by nerds for nerds. We kept the shit we liked online to ourselves irl and we definitely didn't talk directly to creators because it was understood that there was an invisible line we knew not to cross. You didn't harass actors or writers trying to get what you want. But the rise of mainstream meant the rise of accessibility to creators, and the trolls morphed into something much worse.

Look up the fiasco with Alex Brightman during the height of Beetlejuice on Broadway. The poor man was stalked, harassed, and asked over and over again if he condoned Beetlebabes, a ship which had kept that fandom alive for well over 30 years. Until he eventually released a statement so carefully combed over by PR experts only the people who lack media literacy took it at face value. It didn't reflect any previous attitudes he had on anything, and moreover it doesn't align with his current views considering the projects he's actively working on. In reality I don't think the man really gives a shit what people ship he was just sick of the harassment and likely worried that public outcries of him being a pedophile because of a fictional ship because he didn't actively condemn it and call for the harassment of people who did like it would ruin his career.

I have several friends who have come to hazbin from Beetlejuice, and many of them have met him pre pandemic. All of them say he's a lovely and sweet man with a good sense of humor. But imagine going through all he went through for over a year. Viv, and I hate to say it, went through something similar. I was pissed to find out toxic charlastor shippers on Twitter were harassing her to make it canon. So if that ship squicks her out now? I honestly don't blame her. Things are even more sticky with wlw or any gay relationships where you legitimately aren't allowed to portray them as complex or problematic. One thing I've noticed in particular is that male and straight ships are allowed to be as grossly sexualized as anything but women (or femme identified characters) cannot.

Look at all the chaggie art, not a single sexual thing. Even their official pinup stuff is fairly tame. Look at the Vees, despite the fact that velvette is an adult woman who died and is dating... Valentino I think? All the fandom sees is two gay dads and their uwu not sexually active daughter. Same with radioapple come to think of it, Charlie becomes a fully non sexual, almost Madonna figure in relation to the overt sexual nature of the gay ships. I'm guessing some of that still internalized homophobia and kink phobia coupled with sexist attitudes of what women can and cannot be interested in. Lesbian ships cannot be interested in sex, they must be pure and good. Meanwhile there's no end to overtly sexual art of the gay ships across the hellaverse. And the fans get rabid when any female ship isn't innately good and pure.

Another real world example; people flipped their shit when catradora became explicitly canon at the end of the she ra reboot. Because catra had gone through a corruption arc before a redemption one and therefore was forever culpable for the crimes she committed when in an obvious downward mental spiral after a life raised under an abusive mother figure and being abandoned by the person closest to her, and the major brainwashing of the Horde, but we don't have time to unpack all that. Ironic that in a show all about second chances and becoming better than the person you were these attitudes are still pervasive and ugly huh?

To a certain extent I think Viv has been on the internet long enough that she's seen what happens to creators who don't "perfectly" encapsulate a gay romance. Which means that it's unique while also being applicable to everyone. Totally an achievable standard right? (Insert sarcastic eye roll here). For her, I think making chaggie as boring in canon as possible was probably the safest move she could think of. I will critique it from a writing standpoint but overall it was the smartest choice to avoid backlash. I still prefer Vaggie/Emily and charlastor because it's two vastly most interesting dynamics, but I get why the writers might have been wary.

Sorry for the rant but unfortunately the depiction of chaggie wasn't created solely in a vacuum and there's a lot of cross fandom history context that needed to be brought up to explain why chaggie is the animated tofu of hazbin hotel ships.

#dream replies #dream answers #fandom stuff #fandom history #hazbin hotel #ch/aggie #meta commentary #you have to look at the doylist explanation to understand the canon here #no one likes their female couples to be problematic

[intrikatie]

Things I can't stop thinking about after Heartstopper season 2.

"I'm bi, actually." I know my bi brethren and babes can relate.

Nick realising he CAN openly be Charlie's boyfriend in their friend group. Stunning for its simplicity. Like, "hang on, they all know we're dating. Imma kiss him goodbye."

Tao opening up to Nick. At the start Tao was his usual, "it's none of your business etc." Taoness. And the moment Nick asks him about Elle in the hotel room he automatically answers "fine" but then, sits up and actually talks about how he feels and we see him relax in Nicks company. It's so precious and such a core memory moment. And Nick telling him he's a good looking guy... I mean 🤌

"They're idiots for assuming you were straight." A straight up FU to Kit's trolls. Who, FYI, are not welcome here.

Nick talking to Elle about just feeling.

Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.

Nick opening up to Tao about his worries for Charlie. And Tao taking an interest.This is such a core moment. Their combined love for Charlie means that they can only really talk to each other about him, knowing the other will understand. This was such a small scene but we learned SO much. Why Tao fears being abandoned. How scared Nick is about Charlie's mental health. And Nicks visible shock that Charlie hasn't told Tao about how bad the bullying was. These two...

Sarah my Queen! Telling Douchebag David to stop swearing and allowing Nick to swear because Nick. Had. Every. Right. Telling Stéphane that he had no right to comment on their boys as he wasn't around to parent them. Calling Charlie a good boy/sweetheart. (The scene on the eiffel tower when Charlie knows Sarah will like their selfie).

Ben's smile, remembering his first kiss with Charlie. How for him, it was a nice memory... (I have a lot to say on this... but not now.)

Isaac hearing about AroAce and getting his own Heartstopper moment. The way (THE NICEST BOY IN THE UNIVERSE) straight up told the gang to shut up speculating about his romantic life. The way he hugged that book like "this is mine bitches" and got a second Heartstopper moment.

The platonic padlock Hooray for representing platonic love!

Charlie sticking up for Nick we finally got to see his Slytherin side. Telling the Garbage King Harry to "Piss Off". Saying "No" to Harry's homo FOMO. Telling Ben that he hopes he will become a better person but he didn't want to be there to see it happen.

Tao and Elle. How adorable were ALL their scenes? Tao trying to make himself "better" for Elle, Elle being annoyed by him changing. Tao being supportive of her choice to go to Lambert. TAO'S HAIR!

Garbage King Harry speaking up for Imogen and Nick and Charlie...not brilliantly, but he spoke. If we don't see him in a skirt in Season 3 they better announce season 4 or a feature "Nick and Charlie" film.

Imogen being adorably clueless about life in general. Trying to be an ally but still making assumptions about others sexuality. Hugging Nick, because he didn't want to date her because he simply did not fancy her and not knowing how else to react. Sticking up for herself! Recognising that she deserves better! Asking the boys for a hug and telling them how lovely their friend group is and seeking them out to hang out with.

Darcy just....I mean... 🥺 I left home early too. Eventhough I had places I could go, admitting to your friends why you need a place....ouch. This hit home. The lives we project through social media, to our friends vs. the ones we live. The I love you! I LOVE YOU!

Christian, Otis and Sai, (mainly Christian). What a goofball. Loved how he said "we know you're really good mates." And Otis and Sai just closed their eyes at his stupidity. We all have that one friend who makes us cringe like that. Personally, I think he and Imogen would be super cute together. We just need Darcy to take one look at them and leave her to do the rest.

The teachers Mr Farouk's QUIET and iconic Londonisms like calling Ben "rude boy". Mr Ajayi and Coach Singh giggling like school girls. Coach Singh giving Nick some "been there done that" relationship advice. Turning her head away to stop giggling after she suggests they leave the kissing out of team practice. I love that Charlie has Ajayi and Nick has Singh. I want a Farouk fist bump.

Nick and Charlie's final bedroom scene. I will keep saying it. You cannot imagine how much this means to me. As someone who has been where Charlie has been. Nick's willingness to discuss it, to listen, with fear but without judgement. His pleading to Char to promise to tell him if he ever feels that bad again. Holy. Shit. This scene touched (and healed) something deep in my soul. The acting in this scene was just incredible. I really wish 17 yo me had heard Nick.

Nick saying "I..." then changing the sentence kind of humorous that he gets so comfortable with saying "I'm bi, actually." But can't finish the other three word sentence. "I....I really care about you." "I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love......" can't wait for Season 3 Shower Scene.

#heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper #nick and charlie #heartstoppertv #nick nelson #charlie spring #gay #lgbtq #aroace #lesbian #transgender #platonic #ally #rugby lads

[talekinesis]

Apple Pie

Hazbin Hotel Fic

Very much a vent/ projection of my own issues lol, I related to Charlie a little too hard

there will be comfort at the end, I don't want to be too mean to this fictional character

CW: trauma and abandonment issues

Summary: Charlie is alone for the first time in a while, and she sits with her thoughts

"I'll see you tomorrow, Vaggie, I love you!"

Charlie felt her smile start to fade as she watched her girlfriend leave. She was heading back to Carmilla's for an overnight training session, meaning Charlie would be alone for the night. She gripped the handle of the door, watching Vaggie leave until she was no longer visible. Her chest felt tight, and she felt she could hardly breathe, watching her partner leave her.

She took a breath, and closed her eyes, trying to calm the fuck down.

Husk and Angel were out, Alastor was God-knows-where, and Niffty went out with Cherri (after Angel made her promise to watch over the maid.)

The only person left was Lucifer, but Charlie hardly counted him. He may have been there, but he wasn't there. He was getting better, sure, but Charlie found it hard to just magically unwork and forgive the years of abandonment she'd felt growing up.

She sighed and shut the door, turning on her heel to head to the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge looking for anything to distract herself from her thoughts. She didn't know why she was so deep in her emotions about her father that night, he hadn't even come out of his room- oh. That's why.

Growing up, Charlie had always felt abandoned by her father, even though she knew he was just in the other room. Even though he was physically close, he had always been emotionally distant. And to her, that felt like abandonment.

She sighed and shut the fridge, having gotten a slice of apple pie. She never liked to talk about her issues to other people, thinking they weren't 'bad enough' to be considered trauma. She thought she was overreacting, since her father had physically been there in the same building.

Charlie turned to leave the kitchen and let out a shriek as she saw Husk standing there, nearly dropping her plate. "Oh fuck-... Husk," she let out a nervous laugh, "How long- When did you get back, I thought you and Angel were having a date night."

The bartender studied her face for a moment before folding his wings in to squeeze past her to get to the fridge. "Angel drank himself stupid, so I brought him back and put him to bed." He grabbed a drink from the fridge, cracking it open. "You need to talk."

Charlie sighed. "No, I'm alright, Husk, but thanks for showing concern-"

"I wasn't asking. I can tell that you need to." He took a drink, looking at her.

The princess let out a big sigh and sat down at the table. "It's my dad- Or well... I guess I should say it's me? He never.. actually did anything wrong, but I still can't help but hold so much resentment toward him..."

Husk sat down across from her and set his drink to the side. He needed to be sober for this conversation. "Go on."

She looked up at him before her gaze returned to her plate. "Ever since I was a little girl, I've always felt abandoned by him..? But he was always in the other room, so he didn't.. really abandon me. But I have very few memories of ever doing anything with him. I was always with my mom.... I mean she literally abandoned me later, but that's a parental issue for a different day." She huffed out a small laugh.

Charlie moved her plate aside and laid her head down on the table. "But he never did anything wrong so I feel like I'm not allowed to feel this way about him. Like im not allowed to have abandonment issues. He never yelled at me, cursed at me, never hit me.. He just stayed in his room and ignored me..."

Husk nodded, listening to her, giving her his full attention.

She continued quietly, "I've never told anyone this but.. Sometimes.. I wish he actually had done something.. So I'd have a valid reason to feel like this... But that's just.. That feels like attention seeking."

Husk sighed and placed a hand on her head. "Charlie.. Your feelings already are valid. Wishing for worse trauma is actually a sign of trauma. You're not looking for attention or sympathy, you're looking for validation. Right? You don't feel like you're allowed to be upset over this.. But you are. In a way, he did abandon you. It doesn't matter that he was just down the hall, he still wasn't there with you, was he?"

She shook her head, looking up at him. "No.. He was always in his room working on his ducks.. And sometimes when I'd try to be the one to reach out and make a connection, he'd tell me he was busy. But I still wanted to be with him, so a lot of time I just sat on the floor quietly while he worked.. But he still felt so far away... But I know he loves me, and I know in a way he's trying his best.. So I feel like I can't really hate him or be mad at him.. I'm just... ugh, it's so... confusing."

The bartender nodded, listening. "Have you talked to him about this?" He asked.

"No.. I don't want to make him feel bad.. Besides, he thinks he's making progress by occasionally saying 'I love you,' in passing, I don't want to start anything... I just want him to be the one to reach out, I want him to be the one to start conversation.. My whole life, I've been the one taking that responsibility.. And I'm scared that if I stop then our relationship will fade... And I just got it back.."

Husk offered a smile. "I don't think it would. Do you want to know what I think, or do you just want me to listen?"

She sat up more. "I'd like to hear you out."

He nodded. "I think your father feels guilty for not having spent that time with you, but he doesn't know how to reach out. He barely parented a child, and now he doesn't know how to connect with his adult daughter. So he does what's familiar, and retreats to his room. I doubt he ever meant to hurt you, but Charlie," he took her hand, "That doesn't mean you weren't still hurt. Your pain is valid."

She looked back down at the table and nodded. That made sense. "If he doesn't know how to reach out.. That means I still have to be the one to make the connection, doesn't it... I'm just tired of being the one who puts in all the effort just to be ignored and brushed off."

Husk nodded again. He grabbed his drink and stood with a groan, his knees cracking as he did so. "Well.. Maybe you won't have to for long." He patted her back and left the kitchen.

"Wait, where are you-" She turned to face him, only to be met with her father entering the kitchen.

"Heeey, Char-Char! I made an apple pie yesterday, just thought I'd come down to-"

"Oh, shit, I took a slice, I'm sorry-"

He whipped around with a smile, "No no, I was gonna offer it to you anyway, I just uh.. I didn't know if it was any good or not. How is it?" He asked, sitting down across from her.

She hesitated, and took a bite. She looked back up at him, returning the smile.

"It's good."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin charlie #hazbin fics #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

What if Harry’s song lyrics aren’t always literal? Pregnancies and babies could be metaphors for other things, like projects or dreams. For instance, I’ve wondered if Kiwi might be about Harry’s relationship with the recording industry.

I think this anon really captures what I find frustrating about fandom discussion about lyrics (not really through any fault of its own - but just because the way it operates within discourse). The fact that 'what is Harry's song lyrics aren't always literal?' is put forward as an idea that might be pondered upon - as opposed to a baseline assumption that you'd need a lot of evidence before you acted as if it wasn't true - is infuriating to me.

I find fan discourse that treats lyrics as literally true and focuses on decoding them - one of the most tedious things about fandom, because of its lack of curiosity. Anyone who has listened to songwriters talk about their process knows that there's all sorts of different ways that songs relate to people lives, or not - and the starting point should always be allowing for these options.

When thinking about what the songwriter might mean a song to be about - or where the song might have come from for them (which can be interesting to speculate about - although they are slightly different) - I think it's important to start not from the lyrics themselves - but what we know about their process.

I think if you're going to speculate about lyrics - the important question to ask first is 'what do we know about how this songwriter writes and how they relate their writing to their life?' Otherwise it's like trying to guess what waterlilies look like after looking at a Monet, because you've seen both an actual Sunflower and the Van Gough picture of a sunflower.

And with Harry we don't have much to go on. He doesn't tell us much about what his lyrics mean to him or where they came from. To me there are two hints - both of which point the same way - and most of which mostly show how little we know.

The first is an interview with Mitch, where he mentions what he learned from Harry as a songwriter:

"It's a bit all over the place," he says. "The songs are all snapshots [of my life] but nothing's in order." The Grammy winner was keen to share his thoughts and emotions in a way that didn't alienate the listener, a trick he picked up from his good friend and frequent collaborator Styles. "Maybe this is something I picked up being a fly on the wall with Harry," Rowland says. "He's always asking, 'How can I make this relatable?' And I often don't know the answer to that, but I tried to make the songs open to interpretation." 

This doesn't tell us anything much about how Harry relates songs to his life - but it suggests that relateability to the audience is more important than specificity in Harry's songs (which is reasonably obvious from the songs themselves) and one solution is leaving the songs open to interpretation.

With two of the Harry's House songs Harry has presented a meaning that was not obvious from the song itself after the song was released - once directly with LomL and once indirectly with MFASR. I think that's very interesting when taken in context with what Mitch said (even if I think it's important to acknowledge that the meaning of MFASR in the video may not have been Harry's intended meaning when he wrote the song). I think that at least some of Harry's songs has a personal meaning that he's obscured. He's taken a feeling or experience, written a song about it, and then made it open to interpretation in a way that means that nobody would guess the original meaning unless they were told (the same is true of Ever Since New York)

That doesn't mean that's the only way Harry writes lyrics - I think it's reasonably clear that he intentionally plays into the fantasies he knows his audience has - although how he accesses that is a really big question. There are moments that casually match his life, but don't tell us much about any other aspect of the song ('I heard Jenny saying "Go get the kids from school"'). And there are a couple of songs that are linked to specific people - Cherry and Carolina.

All that I'm asking is that discussions about what Harry's album means from Harry starts from here - starts from what we do know. Rather than people just deciding that because they're making connections or want things to mean a particular thing - that's what they mean for Harry.

#The author doesn't have to be alive #but I do think if people are making arguments about the author's intention then it's important to go beyond the text itself

[the-officiant-of-nothing-archive]

Thank you for everything!

Thank you for being here with me for these years, but if you ask me, i prefer my works to have an end of some sort, so i guess... this is one? Time to archive the blog now, have a final drawing.

I have more thoughts under the line (ideas i couldn't do, plans, sorrys, thoughts) but i leave it to your choice if you want to read them or not If not, well, thank you a lot for following this blog about this silly snortman i still love with all my heart <3 - Rami

If you are here, well, hi…there's a lot I want to talk about this project but foremost…

- I'm sorry that I wasn't that active near the end - I'm sorry that I left many things unfinished - I'm sorry for those people who had hope for this blog to come back to life - I'm just… sorry for everything else you felt against me and what I've done

But now is the end, and that's all I can do now, say sorry so…

Let's talk about ideas I wanted to do but I couldn't

College decided to eat me and spit me out, and I'm still trapped in there.

So that mixed with some self-doubt and long silences, it made me never follow upon ideas I wanted to do

Let's start with the snow storm plot, with the mages disappearing and hyn befriending Williams the waddle dee.

The idea was for hyn to meet the mages again, who have left "in secret" to find a new place to live near castle dedede, and for there to become this thing where the mages and hyness decided that it would be better for them to live separate, but still visit time to time, as the idea of them being dependent of each other would have hit too close to the whole Void Termina Revival thing. But also was this thing of Hyness being aware that he isn't that alone, and locking himself inside this house in the middle of nowhere would not help against the guilt he had left.

Him leaving that home in search for his girls was proof that he has some will inside him still. Befriending Williams (who was supposed to have this side plot of wanting to be a psychologist) was a way to open up and let himself pay and let go that guilt he had, and start again…

… Is messy, I know, but was low-key inspired by things I'm still dealing with personally

Other ideas were: user interactive events, more Morpho Knight shenanigans, a more developed plot of Hyness starting a new life by moving nearby the waddle dee village Willians lives in, many things related to forgiveness and if people wanted to do so or not…. Just… many ideas related to moving on and letting yourself be allowed to exist and all… As you can see, I really love hyness, and he had some really important things that I related in a way or another…

And, well, kinda related to that…

All my thank-yous' and thoughts

- Thank you for being here - Thank you for interacting with this blog - Thank you for letting this bird draw and ramble and just theorize a lot about this character who was hated by the time this blog started - thank you to the people I meet and talked when I made this account

As my second "Thank you" says, Hyness was disliked a lot at the time I made this blog, and I felt alone in liking him, so that evolved into many drawings and ideas and such…. And made this ask blog in response (and because ask blogs inspired me a lot in my time in Tumblr)

There's a thing tho, by making this blog, I met others who liked Hyness like me, and also felt alone in such feelings

And I befriended them, and I talked to them, and I meet them,

And they told me how much of an inspiration my blog was for their own works and AUs, heck, I was told they started caring for and loving Hyness thanks to me

My blog left a mark on people… I left a mark on people

That's a huge honor

So letting this blog just…rot in an eternal hiatus or silently archive it…that's not good enough so I wrote all this as a way to show my thanks, and as a way to confirm to myself "Hey rami, you finished a project for once, proud of you" Which is something so big after many unfinished projects and ideas that I've started…

So again… thank you so much for being here, for reading this, for letting me do something that started only for me… god I'm crying

Man…

Well, this blog is now archived then, but I may be still around if you see me (tho probably talking about monsters that fit in pockets, or dragons with puzzles and gachas, or these silly virtual livestreamer people, or … well… Kirby)

If you see me around, I'm open for a Hi or Bonjam or whatever, I may still be learning to become more sociable and letting myself be open with what I like but … a greeting may not hurt much? O well…

Jamanke, Jambuhbye!

—Mod Rami

#ask officiant of nothing #mod rami #thank you one last time

[slowjamastan]

What do you think of sufin and what are your squicks when reading a fic about nordics?

kissing you on the lips im going to rant so much

SuFin is my everything

theyre my bread and butter and toast and jam and all the other things on top idk powdered sugar etc. changed my LIFE that my middle school yaoibait fandom straight up got told by word of god himself that One Guy (who is normal fr this wasn't one of the ones who is always naked or sm) was madly unequivocably and eternally in love with That Other Guy. this was such a big deal for me and still is lbr

SuFin is peak they are my bella and edward this is my thenotebook. AND they are canonically not together and over the years ive seen a pattern of fans who are either familiar with actual swedish-finnish relations or doing research into them concluding over and over that finland would not seriously go for sweden, outside of AUs or jsut bending canon bc they really want them together (valid.......)

i love when fin is holding grudges or uncomfortable with the implications of seriously pursuing a relationship with his former (current, culturally?) oppressor so they try to keep it casual and Fail Severely, OR, my #1 favorite dynamic, Finland is fully a straight man who is like "soz but we can be friends bro lmao" and calls sweden homophobic slurs behind his back (but no one else is allowed to but him, obviously). (this is for my personal funnyvalue and ive rarely rareeeeely seen this. im right tho.)

other than that last thing basically i think its very good if they Are mutually in love but logistics and politics and realism and everything keeps them apart or maybe just closeted about it. but they have shared custody of the dog and the kids etc and have couple fights that are more serious than most but are the most steady and happiest couple on the planet overall. soulmates Real. i love sufin its good in every flavor really ummmmmmmmmmm except hyperukefied finland

thats a good lead in to part 2 of this question actually

Nordic Fic Squicks / please stop doing this, im gonna read it anyway, but still

th's k'nd' typ'ng st'le...... y'kn'w wh't ' m''n

denmark and sweden r always angry and trying to beat each other up... we read the same comic, right? theyre buddies now cmonnn

the dynamic that's like DenNor, SuFin, and Iceland is alone 4evr

WHEN THE DENNOR + SUFIN GROUP DYNAMIC UKEFIES NOR AND FIN UNTIL THEYRE BASICALLY UWU GORLS... stop imposing hetero dynamics on gay ships i will Kill You. at least do it to everyone equally...

somewhat related, my ideal nordic five dynamic is Everyone Is A Divorced Dad and iceland is making fun of them on TikTok. second best dynamic is SuFin real, then Den + Nor are amicably divorced and iceland is their shared custody grown child making fun of them on TikTok

^iceland would not use tiktok he is a euphoric intellectual freak

when they make just norway a girl for no reason. babe, no one even draws nyo!norway that well...you're just projecting your desire to be fought over by hot buff men onto this poor dude. stop making me see this. you fucks have been doing this for over a decade.

ignoring history in canonverse. when ur writing modern present-day anything they have all known each other for like, ever. why would they act like they've just met..??? im not asking for tons of research, just awareness of who these characters are, like, at all

please just write the puffin out. no one rly likes him i prommy

scandinavian trio being Weird and Tense around each other in modern day. i disagree SO much, these guys would be hilarious

not realizing that smack halfway between nor and ice's birthdays is (give or take a few days) denmarks constitution day... himaruya......

overreliance on stereotypes. this is a general hetalia complaint

can we talk about the human names ive been dying to complain about the human names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just a little bit ill keep it to a minimum

tino isnt a feasible finnish name berwald isnt a good swedish name a lot of the common popular other ones get misspelled or just sound bad, and u cant just give them christian names for their early lives im sooooo serious give them old norse names pre-baptization pleaaaassseeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

somewhere deep in my #post tag i ranted ab my old name timeline for each of them but ive changed my mind a few times since then

for finland im a Timo truther and i have been forever

sweden is such a björn but also i like when his name at least starts with ber- .... but yall r so right when u said bjorn he does deserve that

im also a norway changes his name every few years truther. i think its funny and that he would do that

denmark is a magnus, period, formerly a magni, and this is my hill to die on

iceland makes me insane i change my name hc for him every so often but i have a few first and lasties for him for make me HOUUUGH like SoS turned me on to hrafnsson as a surname which makes me go insane now. im also a changes his name frequently truther for this guy but in a more nuanced way than nor does it

ran out of things to complain about but more will hit me later im sure, thank u for coming to another aphws ted talk by andy. MWAH

#post #aph

[uglytsumugi12]

shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 1】

♢ characters: natsume, sora, tsumugi

♢ season: winter

― ☆ ―

〈 At the end of school, the same day 〉

Sora: Senpai, Shisho~! How nice for all of us to be here~♪

Let's start thinking about the future the way that ALKALOID does!

Sora heard that if you set up an objective at the beginning of the year, it becomes easier to achieve it. If we think about the future well, we can make it a happy year for everyone in Switch, right~?

Tsumugi: Haha, when I suddenly heard my phone¹ ringing, it startled me a little. It's good to be motivated, however!

Seeing how everyone in ALKALOID was cooperating in "Phantom Airship" made me think that we, too…²

--I agree that sorting out plans for the year is a good idea. We should plan ahead Switch's activity.

Natsume: RigHT. I also agrEE.

I will work on restoring the honor of the Five EccentrICS, and Senpai will manage our expansion in New DI.

I still have look out for the unit howEVER, even with my own goals set UP.

Sora: Thank you! Then, let's start with discussing our thoughts out--

Natsume: OH? This soUND, thAT'S…

Sora: Senpai, it looks like your phone is ringing!

Tsumugi: Ah, my apologies. Please wait for a bit.

Yes, you are talking to Aoba Tsumugi--

Is this the proposal you sent earlier? Ah, yes yes. I did send it back to you.

Aah, you must have called me after reading the contact information on the file. The new adress you can send your email to is New Di's, however--

I- I see. I understand. Well then, I'll reply to you next time through my office. Thank you for contacting me.

……

Sora: Senpai, Sora can't quite sense your "color" right now… What's wrong~?

Natsume: Who callED, and what was their business with US?

Tsumugi: A-ah, now that's bad!! Did the file get corrupted…?!-

Natsume: SenPAI, you're paniCKING. Is being stressed an everyday-thing in this indusTRY?

Tsumugi: Well, Natsume-kun is right in a way, but…

The situation I'm in is quite hard to explain, so please wait a moment. I'm pretty sure I have the data on my PC….

Ah, found it! Natsume-kun, Sora-kun, come take a look!

Natsume: MM? A proposal for SwitCH..?

"The 'S' in 'Switch' is the 'S' in 'Sports'!" …?

It says this is a collaboration project with a fashion sports braND, what on earth does this mEAN?

Sora: Sports related…. It's true that Sora loves moving his body around but, doesn't this looks different from Switch's usual perfomances?

Tsumugi: This is a proposal that was created before we "Switch" officially started our activities.

Though, the direction back then wasn't the same as today. You remember that, right?

Sora: Now that you mention it… When Sora met you both, Switch was going to represent a sporty aesthetic!

Tsumugi: Exactly. We were also trying to be the colorful unit Yumenosaki Academy didn't have back then, though that attempt didn't quite succeed.

The unit's sporty costumes remain as no less than mere vestiges now.

The concepts were sent to Yumenosaki Academy back then, though they seem to have been revisited with how Switch's popularity increased.

Natsume: SeriousLY, who allowed such a messy JOB… It was decided quite quickly that Switch would be a magician-themed unIT.

Tsumugi: W- well, that is correct, but… With the Five Eccentrics accident, Natsume-kun was feeling quite discouraged back then… And the Unit's theme was also rather vague.

I was told I could make proposals for work and lives as I wished, and I believed that was okay with you guys.

Natsume: HM….Now that you say IT, I think I have some memories of thAT, TOO.

"Menace from the pAST"….I didn't expect the origin of it to be thiS.

Sora: Shisho~'s reading was right, as expected~!♪

Tsumugi: Ah, I'm not sure what to say… Was that proposal a bad idea?

Switch back in its old days was very different from today, and I'd understand if you were to decline this. No problem at all.

Sora: Ah! Sora has a good idea!

Tsumugi: Good…idea?

Sora: Yes. After taking this job, how about we work even harder too?

Senpai and Shisho~ are in charge of management and fortune-telling. Sora wants to try out the sports part!

Honestly, Sora wishes to work more with his personality, like you both do~

Sora didn't really have a chance to because of the "SS" festival. As Sora declared in the "Magic Lantern Fest", Sora wants to share even more and more of what he loves with everyone!

Tsumugi: Sora's….challenge?

Natsume: FufuFU. WeLL, since Sora says SO, let's move forward and try to remain positIVE.

Sora is now in charge of managing the current Switch operaTION. Senpai and I will support you through it, of couRSE.

NaturaLLY, Senpai doesn't have veto riGHT³ . Does that sound GOOD?

Tsumugi: Yes, of course, Natsume-kun. Let's do this together, the three of us!

Sora: Thank you a lot, Senpai, Shisho~!

Sora will do his best to show you a brand new Sora….☆

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1- the phone here is "whole hands" which refers to the ensquare phone 2- here, the expression used makes it like tsumugi is lost in thoughts, or something...and "waking up" from his thoughts in the line after with the "--" 3- veto right is politics term, defined as a legal power to stop an official action from happening. ig natsume wanted that drama effect to hit in LOL

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#enstars #enstars translation #tsumugi aoba #natsume sakasaki #sora harukawa #ensemble stars

[wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i]

New additions to the Reading List (Judaism edition)

currently listening to: mirrorball by taylor swift

Okay.

So, I'm currently reading Woke Antisemitism by David L. Bernstein and definitely realizing I can't avoid reading about Israel and Zionism if I want to understand anything about this topic on a genuine level. The book is super interesting, and I think it's a great read with a lot of very hot takes that are definitely at times a bit...questionable at first but if you hear him out, the points do make a lot of sense. I'm not talking about the antisemitism points, which I already agreed with. But some of his takes on white privilege, black culture, and feminism are a bit interesting.

One topic does keep coming up in the book, likely because it's very important. While I understand the points that he's making about how anti-Zionism, while not inherently antisemitic (from what I understand, like I said, I still need to do research), is often used as a vehicle for pretty blatant antisemitism on the left. He also talks a lot about how the left allows antisemitism to run rampant because of some of the topics I named above, and I actually agree with him. I can definitely see how an oppressor/oppressed hierarchy leaves out a lot of grey areas that Jews would historically fall into. It's an interesting take, and I'm glad to read it and get closer to understanding a bit about what it must feel and be like to be Jewish today. Obviously, this is only one man's opinion, but I do value every opinion I read because it matters to me that I read about this from every angle that I possibly can so that I am well-informed on how to be a better ally. To add to that, this man isn't just some guy. He's extremely qualified to speak on these issues, not just because he's a Jewish person living in the world today experiencing these issues, but because of his education and experience as well.

In 2016, He was President and CEO of the Jewish Council for Public Affairs (JCPA), Executive Director of The David Project ( from August 2010 to September 2014, and held senior roles with the American Jewish Committee (AJC). During his undergrad at Ohio State studying Philosophy and Jewish studies (he later goes on to get his masters in International Relations), he served on the National Jewish Student Leadership Board and was a huge pro-Israel activist on campus. Just after undergrad, he worked with the Jewish Community Relations Council of Greater Washington. It goes on an on, and his work has been centrally about progressive values, diversity and inclusion. He has also written tons of articles about antisemitism in the left since at least the 80s, and did a 44 minute interview regarding his book with a talk show.

His book heavily focuses on antizionism being used as a way to be antisemitic in the left, so I'm not even more interested in reading more about this subject than I was before so that I can understand his arguments more critically. I can't really form an opinion on something that I am neither affected by or know very little about, but I can say that his book is an incredibly insightful starting point (so far, I'm only on chapter 5 of 16) for anyone that wants an idea of different things to look into and research independently in order to gain a better understanding of the issues he's discussing (not just Zionism and Israel, but also Jewish life in the United States specifically).

Anyway, online, I found a few videos that explained the Israeli-Palestinian conflict really concisely, but I'd rather read about it a bit more than just depend on a few videos and documentaries on YouTube. I asked my friend about any suggestions she may have, and she told me that Letters to My Palestinian Neighbor by Yossi Klein Halevi was a good one (but warned that it wasn't a great intro book to everything), so I've added it to my list.

With that, here are a few books I found that (tentatively) seem to explain some things. I really want to have a well-rounded view of this subject, so I'm looking for books that discuss Israel and Palestine from all sides of the conflict. In this list, I'll separate Zionist related books from books that have to do with Israel, because from what I understand the two get conflated often even though they aren't interchangeable (as in the terms 'Jew', 'Israeli' and 'Zionist' are not often used today to mean their respective definitions, but rather the same thing, which they are not).

These books are a mixture of like textbook explanations and narrative accounts, since I like to get an idea of both the academic aspect of sensitive issues like this and the personal accounts from real people who are experiencing these things or who believe in specific things.

Books about Israel/Palestine and the conflict

Letters to My Palestinian Neighbor by Yossi Klein Halevi

Jerusalem: The Biography by Simon Sebag Montefiore

The Hundred Years' War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, 1917–2017 by Rashid Khalidi

The Lemon Tree: An Arab, a Jew, and the Heart of the Middle East by Sandy Tolan

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine Hardcover by Ilan Pappe

Stealing the Atom Bomb: How Denial and Deception Armed Israel by Roger Mattson

Blood Brothers: The Dramatic Story of a Palestinian Christian Working for Peace in Israel by Elias Chacour

Israel: A Simple Guide to the Most Misunderstood Country on Earth by Noa Tishby

Palestine 1936: The Great Revolt and the Roots of the Middle East Conflict by Oren Kessler

Books about Zionism

My Promised Land: The Triumph and Tragedy of Israel by Ari Shavit

Zionism: A Very Short Introduction by Michael Stanislawski

A Short History of Christian Zionism: From the Reformation to the Twenty-First Century by Donald M. Lewis

A History of Zionism: From the French Revolution to the Establishment of the State of Israel by Walter Laqueur

Notes:

I mostly chose the Short History of Christian Zionism so that I can examine my own bias in regard to Israel. I come from a conservative-lite, Catholic/Baptist, German (and African)-immigrant family, so when I was growing up, the only thing I learned about Israel was that it rightfully belonged to the Jews and was given to them after the Holocaust because of their suffering. My mom really stressed to me as a child and teenager that this was promised land.

That being said, I never learned anything about Palestine, or the conflict. A large portion of this was explained to me when I was like ten. If I did learn anything about Palestine, I think it was usually along the lines of, "Well, some people don't believe that, and they're very mad about it." Very they can stay mad sort of energy.

Now, this was my family's opinion. If I'm being honest, I didn't care one way or the other when this was explained to me as a child. But I did think, since this was the only real contact I had with the subject, that it was nice that Jews got to have Israel after so much suffering, and that they were very deserving of it since the Holocaust was so horrific. So, this was my thinking for many years until, honestly, I think when I got to college and met actual Muslims and Jews. At that point, I was actually incredibly shocked to learn that there was a whole conflict, it wasn't half as simple as it had been explained to me, and that conservative families straight up do not prepare their children for any real world understanding of international relations.

Anyways, so now here I am playing catch up to the rest of the world, per usual.

The title for The Hundred Years' War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, 1917–2017 by Rashid Khalidi interests me because of the use of the words "settler colonialism." In a quick google search, I found that one argument is that "Jewish Israelis are 'settlers' who want to conquer more and more Palestinian land." I have no idea if this is true, but the term used in the title is a big part of why it's on the list, because you can immediately tell what the author's stance is and how the book may be framed. I chose My Promised Land: The Triumph and Tragedy of Israel by Ari Shavit for similar reasons.

As I've said many times, I know very little about this and have no personal opinions about it as a result (meaning that I literally am not neutral, for or against anything rn because I need to do more research. My goal is just to understand rn.), so any titles that I choose are purely because of the reviews, popularity of the books, and/or any possible bias that I can detect naturally rather than from any real understanding of the issue. That's also why I chose a book on Christian Zionism as well, because I'm interested in how Evangelists have affected this issue as well and want to make sure I fully understand the thinking behind what I was taught as a child. Quite a few of the books I've chosen written by Israelis appear to be rather biased as well, so I think I'll be learning a lot historically and politically about this topic in such a way that I'll be able to really understand a lot of it from many different points of view.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Fuck you Bitch-sensei!

USAMI: O-Oh my goodness, that's awful - horrible, I...I can't believe she did that to you...!

Yeah but she was right, my talent is the Ultimate Mechanic so inventing stuff isn't what I'm suppose to do and even then, there are a bunch of rules I read which she isn't wrong...

USAMI: Really?...Can I see them...?

Oh yeah, sure thing I'll write down the rules I remember...

*As then Kazuichi wrote down the rules which then he gives her a piece of paper...*

Here, as say I think I was told the former Class president wrote them but that's the ones I remember clearly...

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Rules's for Hope's Peak Academy:

Hope's Peak Academy Students can be able to skip class if they wish except as long as they are working on their talents, the major exception is for exams.

You'll be offer food, water, housing and the various necessities but you must work on your talent.

If you don't have money, the school will pay for anything.

You are permitted to leave school grounds to work on your talent as long as you have the teacher's permission.

Students are not allowed in meeting buildings, laboratories and other faculty facilities without permission.

The teacher of Hope's Peak Academy are there to help with your talents, meaning that if they advise anything it must be follow.

Student Council at Hope's Peak Academy are there to help improve the school, so if you have trouble do report to them.

For reasons of security, IP infringement and matters of personal property, students that have signed an NDA are not to discuss matters involving any projects they or the school have with anyone, be they friends, family or members of the general public.

Reserve Course Students are not allowed on Main Course property without permission.

Students are not allowed in meeting buildings, laboratories and other faculty facilities without permission.

If there is a medical or family emergency, you are permitted to leave the school and if there's a funeral, your allow a month off to grieve.

Students are allow to visit students that had suffer from an accident, to support your fellow student if so wish.

In regards to exams, you must score higher then 50 which whoever scores the lowest will be expelled from the school of that year however there are a few exceptions of those that don't need to take the exams; such as the Ultimate Luck Student or students under special circumstances.

Only 1 student is allow to be expelled or drop out, if that happens then say still will be replace by a member of the Reserve Course.

If another student is distracting you from your talent or is harassing you in any sort of matter then please report to the teacher.

You must show your teacher and senior students respect if not, you'll be expelled from Hope's peak Academy.

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USAMI: I see... so those are the rules you remember?

Yeah... they are, those are the ones I read over numerous times; I didn't want to get in trouble or anything so I follow them like they were listed.

So if curious why we acted like assholes, there you go - the rules here are the reason...

I mean, given this is the school that guarantees success; a lot of want to success and of course we were scared of getting expelled so we put up with our teacher's crap...

But... I guess it wasn't enough, huh? I mean look how we turn out...

USAMI: ...I'm sorry Kazuichi... I really am...

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If I remember right, Mr. Munakata was the former Student Council President so meaning he wrote those rules.

I... better talk with him about this, after all it does relate to him...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #ds ep 9 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #kazuichi souda #nagi nanami #anonymous #xi virtuous vices

[confused-n-queer]

Afab Gender-fluid(?) stuff

Idk I’m questioning shit.

This will be continuously updated it’s for me and my therapist but if you see this feel free to share yours

The visceral reaction I had to my father talking about giving the ring that's been passed down to the first born son in his family for generations to his great nephew (who we are all very close to and is the only boy in the family) instead of me because despite being his oldest child "I'm a girl" so it wouldn't make sense. My inital though wasn't "it's not fair he gets this even though he has no real attachment to it" it was "but I'm your son" which gave me pause ngl.

In the same vein being told that i "wouldn't want" any of my grandfather or great uncle's jewelry except maybe a dainty chain after they passed because "it's men's jewellery". I would probably want want a stuffed animal made of their shirts or another sentimental item like a book. I wanted that jewelry because it was men's jewellery. I wanted something strong and masculine. It's what i aspire to be!

Hating being called girly as a kid. I hated that I was the weakest and smallest. I wanted to be big and tough and seen as one of the boys and people pointing out I was small,effeminate,weak and ultimately not a boy pissed me off.

I internalized a lot of the same shame around crying and being seen as weak boys do, even though it wasn't directed at me. Like I saw that messaging and went "oh this applies to me". But also I was raised a girl so I had those pressures forced on me too. Yay.

I related to and was obsessed with every cross dressing girl and tomboy in history and fiction.

Feeling most like myself playing vampires and werewolves and roughhousing with my boy cousins*. The only time I was allowed to play rough and treated as and equal were the holiday parties we went to. I was able to hit bite scratch snarl and be cunning.

*they were family friends or very distantly related

I liked martial arts for the same reason. I wanted to be the biggest and the strongest. Not to prove girls could fight, I knew that they could and had some interesting feelings experiencing that firsthand. And it wasn't quite that I wanted to prove I "wasn't like other girls" even if it sometimes manifested that way. I wanted to, I needed to prove I wasn't a girl.

I was dreaming I was talking with Billy Hargrove (fuck off I didn't get a choice in relating to both the Hargrove-Mayfeild kids) about our home lives at the park by my childhood home because he saw into high school me's perception of my family. I forget the exact lead up but at some point in the conversation I ended up screaming "but I'm not a girl" at him. And It was true. Like I don't know in my waking life if it's true but i felt it in that moment in my gut that I was being honest and he had forced it out of me. He asked if it was true/did they misunderstand what I was saying and I froze up. I couldn't talk. I tried to say it wasn't true but I could taste the lie and it rang flat and false. It got weird after that, and I had a whole ass panic attack and hurt myself on accident which was not fun. Side note I unknowingly wrote this whole thing using they/them for Billy before I changed it back to he/him while editing because in the dream he was feeling the same way I was just in the opposite direction. So its safe to say I was definitely projecting my issues onto him.

Freshman year having a young girl ask her mom if I was a "girl or a boy?" which made me so happy I skipped home.

OK so weird tangential thought When I wanted to get off in middle/early high school I would use my reflection. Not in a narcissistic way but for a number of layered increasingly fucked up reasons. The first reason was obviously curiosity which is fine and normal. The second was because girls are pretty but I don't have a way to look at other girls my age and I felt disgusting and predatory imagining my peers that way. I was ready to off myself for being gross just accidentally seeing my crush in her underwear for 0.3 seconds in the locker room so my catholic ass wasn't gonna let my "sinful mind" replay that shit to get off. And finally because I felt like I had to practice being hot for men. By that point I was convinced sex appeal was the only thing I had going for me. I mean all other boys and men thought I was good for were my tits and legs...

... No wonder why I latched onto this lanky fucker.

But yeah my body hasn't felt like anything other than an interesting science project or something pretty to look at on occasion. It's never been me.

It got so bad recently that I had to cut off all my hair because i felt like I was wearing a massive wig all the time. Like it felt like being half in drag at all times. Buzzed my hair and boom no more dysphoria.

This also happened before when I was like 14/15 and I made my hairdresser cut my hair as short and boyish as possible because I wanted to look androgynous.

Growing up I loved "crossplay" (cosplaying the opposite sex) and wanted to be able to transform into guys like TTBret and many other cosplayers here and on YT. (Spoiler alert most of them were trans or genderqueer individuals.) I was elated what I got my face right with makeup but hated the rest because my body wasn't right. So it made me really fucking dysphoric and I've given up cosplaying guys and doing drag because of that.

Hilariously cosplaying Chrissy Cunningham was euphoric in a weird way, granted body dysmorphia was still a bitch and I felt my boobs and stomach were too big (I'm aware of the irony) but pretending to be a pretty girl was fun! Mostly because it was just exploring a part of me and something aesthetically pleasing but it wasn't me. Like I'm not a pretty girl but I can be pretty and dress up like one. It felt more like drag than "crossplay" ever did.

Mad I can’t walk around shirtless even in my own home

My boss and coworkers talking about how they where uncomfortable with the idea of working with a guy/don’t think a guy could do as good a job in our field (we work in bridal fashion). “Even if he was gay”. And not only did I think it was bs (not the feeling unsafe around dudes I totally get that but that a guy couldn’t be professional and sew well) but I felt a deep sinking fear in my gut about being found out. About what (liking girls,feeling like a boy) I don’t know but all I knew was that I was suddenly terrified of these women who I considered friends and of loosing my job if they realized something was wrong with me.

I had also tried lowering my voice into its natural register when answering the phone instead of doing that high pitch thing I was taught to do as a girl and my oldest coworker asked what was wrong with me and my voice. I had to panic and say I was tired and hadn’t realized I wasn’t talking right.

#genderfluid #genderqueer #ftm nonbinary #transmasc #questioning gender #queer nsft

[sardonic-the-writer]

Y/N is Quackity's honorary older sister, (she's older than him by 1 year) and though she's new to the server, she knows what happened to it since Quackity sent her letters before she joined and after meeting with slime and they talked about the history behind it. They know what they were getting into. So they opened a cute little diner/cafe and just live her life doing her business. Then Revivebur came in not to get a drink or anything but he's in need of a plus one because Quackity is having a event in Las Nevada's. Since everyone in Las Nevada's knows you, you were told by the event and have a beautiful gown with like a sparkling shawl around your shoulder at the ready. But Wilbur doesn't know since you don't go to Las Nevada's that much because of the cafe/diner and being busy with other projects as well. So he just goes up to you, tries and charms you before asking you to be plus one. You knew he wasn't invited. But you said yes since you're going to be bored without a plus one. So, on the day of the event, when it was your turn to enter the door. Wilbur was stopped by Sam saying he wasn't allowed but you told Sam that he's your plus one/date(?) Before Sam sighed and whispered to you, "Quackity might throw a fit" before letting you guys in. Wilbur just looked confused before Quackity came up to you and, "Y/N! My Honorary Sister and her plus one... So happy to see you that you attend-" May I have Revivebur's reaction? Like HC or a short story. Please.

-Spoiled Anon

Reviveburs reaction? More like Quackity's

The duck hybrid would immediately go rigid and growl at Wilbur, speed walking up to him and pushing him in the scarred chest

He has no idea what that son of a bitch was doing with his older sister. And honestly he didn't want to stop and find out

"What the fuck are you doing with my hermana." Quackity spat, his golden tooth gleaming feircly in the lenses of Wilburs glasses

It was amusing to you to see your spitfire of a younger brother try to intimidate this 6'5 zombie

Seemed to be working a little bit though

Wilbur had been so caught off guard with the fact that you were related to his competition that he didn't have the room to make a snappy remark

"I had no idea she was you- you're his sister??" He had turned to you sputtering and eye brows furrowed

Yoy just nodded, gesturing to the tiny Golden wings on your back

"You seriously didn't notice? Wil, you're dumber than I thought." You had laughed

After seeing that little display of- friendship? Banter? Whatever it was, Quaackity seemed to soften a little bit

He let Wilbur go

Not without a bunch of curses in Spanish and threats that would even make Dream pale at the harsh words

"Jeez jeez Quack chill. Not much to worry about. I'm just gonna stand here and eat your food."

"You mean do what you always do?"

"You got it."

#dsmp #(y/n) #dsmp x reader #anon asks #revivebur x reader #revivedbur x reader #quackity x reader

[geekkatsblog]

Yup it's that time again! Headcannon time. Bruce edition

Where I completely ignore the comics I've read in favor of imagining stories where DC actually allows its characters to be happy.

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Before Bruce tried and failed to cut Tim off of coffee as seen in my (Videos the Batkids posted that went Viral headcannon) Clark first tried it on him.

The whole thing started on the watchtower when Bruce actually broke a yellow coffee mug over Hal's head just because he took the last of the coffee. Hal was clutching his head in pain meanwhile Clark looked on at his boyfriend in horror.

"Bruce you're Addicted to coffee."

"No I'm not I can stop anytime I want I just choose not to."

Clark looked highly amused by that answer for some reason.

"You literally just used the line of every addict in denial. I bet you couldn't last a day without a cup."

And because Bruce was a sucker to prove people wrong he accepted the challenge. With the prize being that Clark would finally get rid of that God awful tacky brown suit with the elbow patches he got from the 2nd hand thrift store down town.

He made it 2 days with little problems before it all went down hill. Bruce was working a particularly rough case and ended up running off of a 10 minute nap, and it was at that moment he realized exactly what he had given up.

The events were as followed:

The Batkids all temporarily started to move to Jason's apartment just to avoid Bruce's wrath. Breaking the coffee machine because, "If I can't have any no one can," was the last straw. Tim a fellow not coffee addict who could stop anytime he wanted, almost started world war 3 because of it.

He told off a cocky executive who really was getting on his nerves by talking down to everyone. He may or may not have outed the man's secret affair with the secretary downstairs along with the fact that his thick luscious hair was a toupee.

When Luthor proposed a project for their companies at a gala, Bruce told him to fuck off and use the money to buy himself a hair transplant, loudly enough for the reporters to hear and get it on tape. It made the front page and he was trending on Twitter for 2 days straight afterwards. The gossip sites were playing it for weeks after. Not to mention the whole thing became a meme.

He was spiraling out of control and he wasn't even halfway through the bet yet.

A week into the bet was when things got extreme. It was in the middle of the quarterly League meeting where all of the senior league members met up for an update. Clark had come straight from teaming up on a scoop with Lois and must have stopped for that ridiculous cheap tasting road side coffee, because Bruce could smell it from all the way on the opposite side of the table and before he knew it he had grabbed Clark by the Cape and shoved his tongue down the man's throat for a taste of the same coffee he had been making fun of for years. Needless to say the 25 plus heros in attendance were stunned, especially because no one besides the original 7 and a few of the members related directly to Bruce and Clark like Kara, Connor etc knew Batman and Superman were dating.

Clark thought it was hilarious and if he made sure to show up smelling like coffee all the time it wasn't anyone's business, (*cough Hal cough Barry*) The fun stopped however when Bruce clad in full Batman regalia in the watch tower kitchen, was very clearly flirting with an all too interested and smug Green Arrow, for his half finished coffee and silence. Clark no longer found Bruce's desperation entertaining and almost blasted the archer with his laser eyes, before literally dragging Bruce out of the room.

Luckily the bet ended that very night when Alfred discovered Bruce literally perched on top of the refrigerator about to munch on single coffee bean which must have escaped the container at some point before it was hidden.

The picture remains on the fridge to this day and no matter how many times Bruce tries to get rid of them a fresh picture always reappears, by the next day.

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Because Superbat is now my current Otp obsession.

Finally watched the new Justice League movie Zack Snyder's version, I was scared to watch it due to my disappointment in the first one, but I must say the movie was awesome. I especially love the changes in Flash's character. They really turned him from cute quirky filler character to the main character that saved the world. Loved the speed of force scene and the Injustice scene in the end gave me chills.

The only bad part was that the movie had several scenes for potential sequels, only for me to read that there would be none. Hope it changes. #restorethesnyderverse😭 plz.

#headcannons #batman headcanon #superbat #batman/superman #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #incorrect justice league quotes #a headcanon #dc headcanon #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #dc universe #dc jokes #superbat headcannons

[natromanxoff]

Only very few changes compared to the European concerts in 2005, in fact the setlist has become very predictable, a bit shorter and above all a bit boring! I think nobody missed A Kind Of Magic or I Want To Break Free. But dropping the excellent I Want It All was a sin! Also we can only guess why Brian stopped playing '39 on this tour. Some people think it was due to his injured back, some say it was because of the poor audience participation.

The Eminem intro wasn't played at the first two gigs but then returned back. Two "new" songs were performed - Take Love (written recently by Paul for the Q+PR project) and Dragon Attack which sounded great.

Brian had bad luck - once he slipped and fell down during Tie Your Mother Down and once he fell into the pit where the piano was coming up with Paul for Bad Company.

Queen + Paul Rodgers live at the American Airlines Arena in Miami, FL, USA - March 3, 2006

Photos supplied by: Doniphan

Fan Stories

“So, I was there, with my Dad, some days before the show, asking for my ticket in one of the American Airlines Arena box offices, taking photos of the builiding and imagining how would be the show. Then, the day of truth, we were having a good time in Miami Beach, then we managed (because it was Friday noon) to go home for lunch and a change of clothes, we returned to the AA arena at 6, my dad left me in one gate, because he couldn't get a ticket for himself (all the tickets were sold within a fortnight or so), and suddenly I was alone with tons of Queen fans, a huge number of people for me, (maybe is that I'd never seen more that 200 people gathered together to see anything related to Queen before)and I sat in one step of a staircase, after that a lady came and we began to talk about Queen, she told that she saw them three times, onxe in Beacon Theatre (didn't remeber the date), the other in Miami 78, and the other in Washington 82. We entered to the arena and bought some souvenirs; then each of us went to their seats. I still can remeber, that the first song that came through th P.A. was Hell's Bells from AC/DC, it was so loud that the people there tought it was the beggining of the concert, evryone stood up and began to cheer up and clapping. It was just a song to light up everyone there. After 3 or 4 more songs, the concert started. It amazed me the way how they play, just a little mistake in FBG (I was confused because I believe that this time they were about to play White Man). The way how the images in the big screens appeared, to show us all the Queen/Paul carreer over the years, was so shocking and unforgettable; the same for the Freddie singing that night. When I heard Dragon Attack, I thought that they were going to play a different setlist, but I think it was OK, as the U.S. didn't see them for a while. Evryone sang Love of My Life, FBG, Bohemian Rhapsody, the "ready Freddie" part in CLTCL, We Will Rock You, the claps in GAGA, WATC, it was all as I expected. I wanted to take pictures of them, near the catwalk, in the finale, but a big fat lady of security didn't allow me. I also wanted to take pictures of Trip Khalaf, but 3 security guys told me to go outside, in the end I took a lot of pictures but without any posing. It was a pity, and somehow moths later I looked some pics in the internet from some Peruvians, including a famous humorous actor of ours, taking pictures with Danny, Jamie and Spike. Overall, I would be one of the best experiences in my life, if not the best, although it would hard to choose from many family trips, and some other solo/friends trips.” - Marcio De La Cruz G�mez

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#queen #queen band #roger taylor #brian may #paul rodgers #queen concerts #queen + paul rodgers concerts