#but easy for younger audiences to understand

[crazypossumman]

There is something incredibly charming about the bitchy-older-man-who-hates-kids-develops-a-meaningful-healthy-relationship-with-a-parentless-child trope. Especially in a world where nearly every movie/novel/whatever has to have a romantic plot/subplot when there are a plethora of other options. It’s a trope that carries great weights of love, caring, and understanding without being romantic; it expresses a different kind of love that is equally important in this world. To open your heart to a child and become the friend or parental figure they not only need but deserve is such a beautiful thing, and to watch a child help an adult learn something new about the world and the way they see it is a constant reminder that people will always have room to grow and change. To see an adult learn as much from a child as the child learns from them, sometimes even more so, is the reminder that so many people need that wisdom often comes in the form of a fresh perspective.

#anyway i finally watched nimona #and what a cute little movie #yes im aware that shes a 1000+ year old creature of some sort and not exactly a child but you get my point #i'd assume that the reason she takes a younger form instinctually is that she is close to her species' equivalent in developmental age #explaining why she has a younger child form 1000ish years ago and a more teenager-esc form in the present #meaning her kind likely just ages much much slower #unless the child form is meant to be more “accepted” as children are seen as nonthreatening and that was a time she wanted to belong #and the teenage form is meant to scare others away because teenagers often don't fit in or conform to societal norms #explaining the punk aesthetic as well #but that's just my interpretation #anyway it reminds me of the no-we-are-not-getting-a-cat dad memes where they fall in love with the cat #it’s hilarious and beautiful #also by GODS did that movie do the gays justice #queer characters #and never once was sexuality mentioned #it just existed without being a big deal #fantasy worlds with no homophobia are the best fantasy worlds #and it touched on some very heavy topics like depression and suicidal ideation in a way that was serious and thoughtful #but easy for younger audiences to understand #which is so so important in a world where we want younger people to feel understood #and to feel as if they can actually talk to others about their problems #roan rambles #random #nimona #nimona movie #i have a lot of opinions and they don't all fit in the tags whoops lol

[revenantghost]

It is so wild to me that the Trigun manga was just on the fringe of the fandom before Tristamp, with ‘98 being the main focus.

I can see how it happened--when the anime was airing, anime was way more niche than it is now, and not everyone would have had easy access to buying it. And if you wanted to read it online... good luck, as someone who was in those forum/Livejournal/Yahoo Groups trenches. Someone on translating your favorite manga was so much work, and it was incredibly uncommon for people to scan officially released manga back then. And from what I hear, the first scanlation was awful, willfully mistranslating things and painting the story and characters in a terrible light. By the time the full manga was released, many of the original fans probably moved on. It’s very different from the first anime, and for the younger audience that likely saw it, maybe a bit too much!

But now that Tristamp has thrust us all into Trimax hell, I deeply understand why Trimax Vash is one of the most common Vashes I see popping up in fanart and such. I love and am feral for ‘98 and Tristamp, you’ll find no slander for those here, but the manga stripped me down on an molecular level and rewired my entire brain and all my emotions. That story and those characters haunt me. Sometimes I’ll see a panel from the manga, not even one of the most impactful ones, and I need to take a moment to recover. I think about it daily. Though I just think about Trigun all day at this point who am I kidding. It’s so good. It’s too good. WHO GAVE IT THE RIGHT TO BE THIS GOOD.

Anyway, if you haven’t read the Trigun manga yet, go check out @trigun-manga-overhaul​ because you’re missing out on one of the best stories ever written.

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trimax #Trigun Stampede #Tristamp #I did not mean to end up gushing #But I am not surprised #And will use every opportunity to recruit more readers #I just wanted to point out how WILD it is that Trimax got left in the dust of '98 #And is so popular now #It deserves it SO MUCH

[charmedreincarnation]

I shifted using the void state!

I'm getting straight to the point because I know people don't like long success stories, but I used these two posts to finally shift to my desired reality and manifest my dream life.

Rotten’s Practical Guide to Shifting Realities

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zgrhCYyct7xV4j7d7qYFcoO8bAMx5Jqdb3NGoO81Oqs/edit

Reddit Post: The Power of the Void State

https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/XMIo5TPYlM

Anyways, when I learned about the void state on Reddit, I was instantly captivated. I mean, who wouldn't be? The idea of not only using it for shifting but also manifesting my dream life for myself and my family felt like a dream come true. That's when I came across the second post I shared about the void state, and eventually, the first document I shared. They were incredibly informative and completely changed my perspective on shifting and the law of the universe.

I went on to stalk many of the recommended success stories on Reddit, exploring posts and comment sections that mentioned you. You seemed to be a common denominator in their journeys, helping them shift or guiding them with your posts. It made me happy to see your positive influence, even though your posts were from years ago and it seemed like you no longer have an account. Unfortunately, many other creators' posts were either inactive or banned due to Reddit's strict rules which is really annoying.

However, someone made a post about you, and one of your friends ended up commenting with your Tumblr account. So, I gathered a lot of valuable information from your account and a few others (like Fleur, Pink, Rem, Sexy Dream Girl, etc.) on Tumblr.

I must say, the Tumblr shifting and void community is miles ahead of Reddit and Amino. I was shocked that I hadn't come across this community before. Reddit is just starting to talk about the Law of assumption and the void, whereas you guys have been immersed in it for years. I even encountered some misconceptions on Reddit, where people still think the void can only be used for shifting and not for waking up in a whole new life. 🙄

Regardless, finding this app was the motivation I needed, and I discovered so much valuable information. I ended up using your theta wave method, combined with the first Reddit post I sent, to enter the void and shift to my dr. It's truly mind-blowing how easy it all was.

I can vouch for this process. All you need are the two Reddit posts I shared, as the guide is highly regarded within the shifting community, along with a few trustworthy Tumblr bloggers. I've been part of the shifting community since 2017, so I've seen it all, and I managed to shift within just two and a half weeks of finding these resources. Even though I was struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts, I realized it doesn't have to hinder your journey.

I wanted to share my experience here, and I might make a post on Reddit too. However, they have become stricter with success stories due to anti-troll measures, and it takes weeks to even months for anything to be processed. So, I wanted to share my journey here first.

I also recommend this: https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/daFCQdyHim because it helped me understand what shifting really is. Manifesting too!

Lastly I'm 26 years old, and I've noticed that Reddit tends to have a more adult audience compared to Tumblr. At first, it felt nice to be surrounded by fellow adults discussing shifting. On the other hand, seeing Tumblr mostly filled with teens and younger adults made me wonder if it's easier for them, especially without the weight of responsibilities that often come with age.

But let me tell you, age is not a factor that determines our success in shifting. Whether you're 13 or 55, it doesn't matter. This is something we can all engage in, no matter our age.

Sure, there might be some challenges that come with getting older. As we accumulate more life experiences, doubts tend to creep in, and we become more logical. But guess what? Those doubts and logical thinking don't define our ability to shift realities. They are simply hurdles for us to overcome.

Hi love! I've spent some time going through all the resources you shared, and they've been incredibly helpful! Actually i have seen that guide in so many places, and it's truly enlightening. Thank you for sharing these amazing tools with us!

And yes, I wholeheartedly agree with what you said. age and doubt really do have no place in our journey they really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

I used to engage with @theastralplaneandbeyond5487 on Amino and Reddit too. He also has an informative YouTube channel and is in his 50s, I believe. His experiences and insights are rlly helpful and further show that age is just a number in this journey.

His journey showed me that we can do whatever we we want , regardless of our age. It's a beautiful reminder that we're all capable of creating and experiencing whatever we want 🩵

Also omg my Reddit era in 2021 was so fun. I’m glad it’s still helping people though my views have definitely evolved :D!

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #reality shifting #shiftblr #void success

[samheughanswife]

Sam

Sam was in his element. With friends, Steve and comfortable in the auditorium.

Refreshed from a week of sun,sand and sea. Add in off the socials grid. No random blondes in bikinis, or the gym blonde rats at the North Bondi open gym breathing the same sea air as him instantly given a nickname and assumed bumping curlies.

He shared that he had a session with the famous Bondi Beach lifeguards. He was encouraged to dive off the rocks at the South end of the beach- Bondi. He shared he had never dived in his life( sure that’s not true, just not into the Pacific Ocean) He was shown how to swim back to shore in a rip, ( that’s what drowns people not understanding how to get out of a rip). And generally living a beachside life. He joked that he didn’t sleep in the sand, he had a house (?? 👀).

Loves 🇦🇺. Not the snakes he revealed to an answer re the snakebite episode. Met all the famous animals. And shared that he felt the walk to the top of the bridge more now than when he did it eight years ago ( doubt that). Mentioned the bars he hit up and the restaurants.

A week well spent. As you all have seen he has the tan to show for it.

Two afternoons were lost to late summer thunderstorms. What did he do then?!

He answered the expected questions regarding the end of OL. He is ready to say goodbye. He has been in discussion regarding work. He wants to continue to travel after the S8 wrap.

Mentioned going to Everest and working on getting distribution in 🇦🇺 for SS. And other countries.

Shared a tidbit that when he went to the studio his “things” had been moved for a new younger cast. All tongue in cheek. Said he is looking for to BOMB.

This was a contented man. It was all easy conversation and engagement with just under 945 fans. The auditorium capacity is 945 and there were about 20 empty seats.

He did not bring up the spirits unless asked. He didn’t have a bottle on stage. That bag on the table was Steve’s- with a drink bottle in it and a place to put the discarded written questions. He was not selling his booze, he was riffing. Laughing and just being relaxed.

Asked about Caitriona ( got to say that the audience was a Sam only) and he discussed her getting prepped for directing. Said they had FT her the night before, all the guys and showed her what she was missing. He said how much they had shared and that really “ THEY WERE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER” ✅ ✅. Crowd liked that.

He said that it will be difficult working away the final time. Very poignant. But he said he is ready.

The rest was the same questions and answers. The event organizers said there will be a USB to buy. So the rest will be there for those who will buy and then share here.

I’ve been told that on the soulless account comments have said that the guys were disheveled and looked unwashed. BULLSHIT. All their clothes were ironed( I am that woman who judges unironed clothes. Sam had ironed his T-shirt and pants. His hair was not oily. And his eau de parfum was that of a man who had showered early and had used deodorant. Those hollow jealous haters were truly reaching for something- anything.

I’m guessing that the Melbourne audience will be just as thrilled and appreciative of the chance to be in conversation with the OL lads. There is a song from one of my teenage favourite 🇦🇺 band Australian Crawl. It’s called The Boys Light Up. It’s the perfect song for the fun day yesterday. The boys did light up.

[earthstellar]

Just thinking about how close Miko came to getting killed in TFP "Con Job"

But not the scene where Fake Wheeljack grabs her;

I'm talking about the scene where she's in a hallway deep in the base, alone with Fake Wheeljack

He asks for where something is, and her response is a deadpan "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to crush your spark" or something along those lines.

Fake Wheeljack isn't familiar with humans. He can't be 100% sure if that's a real threat or not. Sure, she's tiny and squishy, but what are humans capable of?

Fake Wheeljack has her alone, away from the others at least far enough that it might take a little time for them to respond to any screams.

He doesn't move to attack, because he doesn't want to blow his cover unless it's unavoidably necessary, and because if humans really can put up a fight, he wants her to take the first swing to see what she's got.

She may not register as that much of a realistic threat, but she did technically threaten him, and Decepticons (with the exception of Knock Out, via movie night) have little exposure to humanity. He may not understand human sarcasm.

And after all, scraplets are tiny little things, yet look at all the damage they cause. I think Fake Wheeljack is sizing up Miko, just for a moment here. Just waiting to see if she might try to act on that threat.

Miko breaks the tension with a quick "just kidding", but for a moment there, there is a real fear that he might just decide to snuff Miko out while he has a good, clear chance to do so.

Of course, Miko doesn't know how close she came to being killed.

She didn't know she was speaking to a Decepticon.

Sure, she likely realised after Fake Wheeljack was exposed as an imposter just how dangerous an encounter it was, but in the moment...

... It's a very adult fear, being evoked here.

It's a child speaking to an adult who is someone other than who they say they are, with hidden motives, while alone in a secluded space with relatively few places to run to. She trusts him, because she thinks she is a friend of her protector, an adult she already trusts. And her protector likes this guy, so why wouldn't she?

Miko thinks she's playing around with a cool tough guy buddy, but in reality, she is extraordinarily lucky that he did not take the very easy shot that he had to take her out away from the eyes of the others.

Later, he does directly threaten her life.

But I think Miko was arguably closer to death in this scene rather than when she was grabbed and held hostage; A hostage is protection. Fake Wheeljack likely wasn't actually going to kill her then, because there would be nothing stopping the Autobots from opening fire on him if he lost his hostage.

But in this earlier scene, nobody was watching. He could have killed her, walked out and claimed she was running around deeper in the base, pretending to be on a "mission", because that behaviour is in line with how he's seen Miko behave since his arrival. He knows she's a bit more energetic than the others, she's more into "being tough and cool", it's something she would plausibly do.

Fake Wheeljack would return, the Autobots wouldn't be overly surprised to hear Miko got distracted by her imagination while messing around in the base, and they'd give it just enough time before going to actively look for her that the ground bridge would be back online and Fake Wheeljack could make it back to the Nemesis -- Leaving the Autobots to find her body after he was already gone.

This would also potentially frame the real Wheeljack for her death, if Fake Wheeljack's cover wasn't blown before departing, in this scenario.

Really dark shit.

I haven't seen this episode in a while, but it popped into my head and felt like it was worth talking about, because TFP does a great job of utilising adult fears in a way that isn't blatant enough to upset younger audiences, while also registering the real depth of the potential threat to older audiences who will recognise things like this.

Anyway, glad Miko survived, because holy shit this could have been grim.

#maccadam #transformers #maccadams #tfp #transformers prime #tfp miko #tfp con job #miko nakadai

[stevelieber]

Here's another thread I don't want to leave languishing at the old site, relevant because another case of ill-considered pseudo-mentorship is in the news. It's tough to start a career. I'm lucky to have had good mentors. I'm grateful and want to pass it on. These are some notes I made on ways to do so.

1. Promote artists a generation younger than you. Share your platform. RT them, mention them in interviews. (This means being aware of what younger artists are doing!)

2. Hire them if you can. Pin ups, commissions, variants, fill-ins, assists, anything. A small gig can be what helps them make rent.

3. (The same applies to creators a generation older. Many of them helped develop the visual language, the audience, and the industry infrastructure we rely on. Tell your reader how these artists' choices informed your own. Help your fans see what you saw in your influences' stories.)

4. Support anthologies. They've always been a key place where new and marginalized talent can incubate, & established artists can try something new. (They certainly were for me. Many of the big leaps I made as an artist happened on anthology stories where I had freedom to experiment.)

5. Mentor new artists! Even if their subject or style is different from yours, you still have much to offer. Just be sure to frame your advice in terms of goals & principles rather than "the right way" or "the wrong way." You want to help them find their own voice, not echo yours.

6. Suggest strategies for dealing with challenging clients or collaborators. The industry may be very different from when you broke in, but those young artists are still going to face the many of the same problems you did.

7. Steer them towards someone trustworthy when they need a consultant. It's not easy to find an accountant, an agent, or a lawyer who understands what we do. Your contacts are valuable!

If nothing else, make them aware of Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts. https://vlaa.org/get-help/other-vlas/

8. Share your understanding of industry standards for pay rates & professional practices. This doesn't mean posting your rates in public. The main that does is anchor your position when negotiating rates with a potential client. But in private, TALK. This benefits ALL your peers.

9. There will be times when you can't answer a question. It happens all the time. No one knows everything! But you probably know someone who *can* answer it. Use your network of connections and make the introduction.

10. And finally, take questions about the art, the craft, the culture, and the business on your social media. Answer them as honestly as you can.

-end-

#steve lieber #comics #mentorship #protip

[yandereworlds]

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We started this blog because we had numerous ideas for yandere characters. Given my background as an artist and Rose's talent as a writer, it seemed like a natural fit. I'm primarily creating this post to serve as a guide for navigating the blog. I've received numerous asks about accessing the characters' backgrounds, information, as well as questions regarding my bots, projects, commissions, socials, and other related topics. You can use this post as a reference FAQ or as a comprehensive guide to streamline your experience on the blog. 

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#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere #//mun kiki #yandere drabbles #yanderecore #information #masterlist #yandere masterlist #index #introduction #yandere headcanons #guide

[tendergraphite]

Henry Winter Wasn't In A Car Accident.

“I think that’s what it was. don’t know what else it could’ve been.”

Bunny never had any confirmation that Henry had been in a car accident, it was purely a self-drawn conclusion. For one, I understand where the assumptions came from—If you had a loving Father, it can be unimaginable that they'd inflict such traumatic injuries upon yourself willingly, let alone when you were a vulnerable small child.

(If you've been in the TSH fandom awhile, you'll already know this post was inspired by @henrywinterswife own post. A lot of this theory is not my own, I just wanted to add a few of my own takes.)

1) Despite his impaired sight, Henry isn't fearful of using a car/being inside of one. He's a poor driver, even with his precious Julian in the seat right next to him; This starkly is in contrast to Camilla and Charles whose Parents were actually in a car accident, and get nervous days before they travel.

If anything, everyone else feels anxious to share a car with Henry because of just how reckless he is.

2) He understands Richard in a way that smart or not, you would've needed to be abused yourself to get. ''Your not very happy where you come from, are you?'' I used to think he'd been referring to Richards poverty because he's pretentious, but considering how he treats what Julian calls ''lessers'' he wouldn't be the sort to care; Maybe even Richards numerous lies, but no I don't think Henry knew the true extent of Richards lies as we the audience think he does—Take the hospital scene, where Henry brings Richard books he cannot read, and is surprised when he requests a magazine.

No, he was referring to Richards own abusive Father. He even smiles at Richard, he never smiles at Richard, and then ''-Don't worry you hide it rather cleverly'' and ''The others really don't understand that sort of thing, you know.'' He'd been complimenting Richard for being able to hide his past abuse so well, and despite how emotionless he pointed out him being, really Henry would've been trying to comfort Richard in his own strange way. (To add; Henry most likely doesn't smile too often because of the chip on his front tooth.)

3) Henry can make himself invisible, which doesn't make sense on the face of it—He's unapproachable, but not overly nervous; He's big and broad wouldn't intimidation do the trick? wouldn't people have been leaving him alone already? Unless—He hadn't always been that big, and someone had made him feel the need to hide himself in plain sight: If you didn't already know, this is a survival mechanism for abuse survivors, especially children.

So what really happened then? What normally does, probably.

(The actual part of the theory that's mostly me, yay!)

Henrys Father was a man who enjoyed having his way with younger women and living the high life, his business isn't ''quite above board' But money shuts people up—Well it did, until he got one of his flings pregnant. Considering Henry was raised Catholic, it's easy to deduct his Father was to—Meaning having a child outside of wedlock would've been unacceptable. His Mother could've gotten an abortion yes, but whether it be morals or her own infatuation at the time, she likely refused to.

So after the forced marriage, and Henry had popped out, his Father couldn't be as free as he'd been before—So in a rage at the injustice of it all, he'd taken out his anger on little Henry as he blamed him alone for his lifestyle change. Let's remember this man had money like you wouldn't believe, and ''corporal punishment'' was seen a little different at the time—And with Henrys Mother being left with no way to protect him, his Father would've been allowed to do whatever he wished: Such as beating Henry half-way to deaths doorstep.

A lot of Henrys behaviour gets dissociated from regular human behaviour, because on first read everything reads as Henry being this impossible figure whose just different and understandable, romantic even. But really, it's quite sad—He'd been isolated his entire childhood with no one to confide in, nor feel safe with—Until he was to big for his Father to safely take advantage of anymore, and as soon as he had some freedom he stumbled into Julian who saw his vulnerability and took advantage of it for his own entertainment. Henry wanted the pain to stop, to loose himself and transcend into something bigger, which Julian had seen. And who had he gone to in his exposed state after his trip to Italy? Right, he had gone to Julian and even stayed the night.

''I loved him more than my own father'' He said ''I loved him more than anyone in the world.''

In the end at loosing Julian, he cried like a tall child.

#the secret history #henry winter #richard papen #this is how I know his suicide wasn't fake. #dark academia

[fromriches-tosin]

i am very glad to be living in a fandom renaissance where people are realizing that pre-Trost Jean was more of a flawed, vulnerable, insecure teenager who was a fairly decent person despite his attitude. Fanon!Jean circa 2014-2015 would make anyone think otherwise.

It's really, really silly when people prioritize fanon over canon and a mischaracterized version of Jean over the original one simply because he's easier to handle this way. Or fits their own narrative better. :))

Jean is an amazing character because he repeatedly defies the audience's expectations of him. He's introduced as Eren's rival and critic, just like Corkus to his Guts or Vegeta to his Goku, but he quickly becomes something completely different. Jean's fear of death is natural and understandable given the world he lives in, and his harsh judgment of Eren turns out to be justified. Because Eren does get himself killed the first chance he gets and in the process leads his comrades to death as well.

If Jean were as terrible and in need of changing as some part of the fandom wants us to think, he would laugh at Eren's death. He would say "I told you so" at least once. But Jean is distraught and terrified by the prospect of losing another friend, by the prospect of losing Mikasa, so he takes charge and tries leading his fellow cadets to safety – to the best of his ability. And once they're safe? He doesn't boast. He doesn't make fun of those losers that got themselves killed. Instead, Jean's a mess because people died on his order and he had to use those deaths to save others.

From the very beginning, Jean is just as appreciative of human life as Levi. But he's younger, less scarred by life and insecure. He wants to come across as a smartass and someone selfish, rather than the soft, caring boy his mother raised him to be. And he's trying hard to hide that part of himself because he doesn't feel comfortable showing it to others. So, he puts up a façade, he ridicules and questions everything, but that doesn't make him bad.

It makes him human. It makes him layered and not one-dimensional. 

This is also why some people struggle to understand why Jean tells Reiner "we're the same" (even though Conny explains it in an easy, idiot-proof way). Obviously, Reiner's body count is way bigger than Jean's. Obviously, they used different methods to kill their enemies. But Jean realizes that their motivation was exactly the same. It's not about how many you kill or how you kill them, it's about why you suddenly decide it's okay to kill. RBA killed their comrades in Trost, just like Conny and Jean killed their comrades at the harbor.

Both sides did that to save the world.

To Jean, it doesn’t matter that he killed less people than Reiner or that he used more humane methods. All that matters to him is the fact that he also has blood on his hands.

#thanks for the ask ✨ #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #reiner braun #reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons

[kairiscorner]

May art thou request a Model!Miguel x Reader? Really love all your work. :D

OHHHHH OFC MY LOVELY 💖💖💖 yk, if you want, you can send a more custom request for that pairing/prompt :D BUTTTTT I HAVE AN IDEA, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🤭

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

model!miguel o'hara x gn!make up artist!reader (headcanons and drabbles)

model!miguel is just your average guy behind all the advertisements and publicity this beautiful man gets. he lives his life one day at a time, having less free time than anybody else, even though he doesn't work a 9 to 5 job or have any family or partners that need tending to right away.

model!miguel used to live alone, in a quaint little apartment, catch the morning and afternoon trains to and from his previous job as an intern at alchemax. he hated it there, he felt so suffocated working at a place like that—and though he didn't have much trust in the modeling industry, he took it anyway, because posing for a camera in different poses and outfits was much more preferable than doing inhumane experiments on human subjects.

model!miguel was never the talkative type; he had a mouth that sprinted as opposed to just running, and he was usually really quiet and reserved when not bothered nor spoken to.

model!miguel was that distant co-worker of your model friends, and they always praised and complimented him for his looks, his ability to improvise, and to always captivate the camera readers, the audience; though the only complaints they had was that he never wanted to do anything outside of work, never wanted to talk to anybody... but you, who he found interest in for one thing.

model!miguel met you, a makeup artist for a bunch of amateur models, scrambling from here and there just to get back an eyeshadow palette you lent to the one doing his makeup. you were so out of breath and exhausted by the time you got to his dressing room, you looked like you ran a marathon to get there.

model!miguel couldn't understand a word of what you said, he looked at you in confusion as you wearily pointed to the eyeshadow palette you needed, and a few brushes you forgot to take back from them. "these?" he asked you as he takes the eyeshadow palette and the brushes you were pointing towards. you nod and wobble over to him, nearly falling into his arms as you stumbled; and you did, you did stumble—but he caught you.

model!miguel had amazing reflexes, and... an amazing body to boot. you were as light as a feather in his big, muscular arms–they were a lovely, brown tan with specks of gold when the light hit his skin; his lips were voluptuous, you wondered if they were natural because you've never quite seen lips like those, and... and his eyes–your friends were right, he was captivating, in every sense of the word.

model!miguel held you up and tried keeping you up on your feet, holding your hands so you wouldn't wobble over. "easy now." he whispered repeatedly as you slowly regained your balance and tried shaking the fatigue off. "hard to believe someone actually gives a shit in this place about their job, the makeup artist for me just dashed off the minute some younger model with dimples showed up and forgot all about me." he said with a frustrated huff. you asked miguel if his makeup was already done, to which he chuckled and shook his head at.

model!miguel sighed as he checked the time on his watch, it was five minutes until the shoot, and he wasn't even prepared in the slightest. "well, guess i'll be checking out job listings later. i can't deal with this anymore, it's humiliating." he breathed out in exhaustion as he went on his phone to check for online job listings.

model!miguel least expected the feeling of two smaller hands on the sides of his face, they were cold and a little moist, but they were definitely soft. he heard you muttering under your breath as you reached for some powder and a compact puff. you hesitated, remembering you weren't supposed to handle more popular models–that someone else was going to take care of his makeup for him... right?

model!miguel looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to do something. "um... you gonna do anything or...?" he asked you, snapping you out of your hesitated trance and stuttering out how you were a mere amateur at being a makeup artist—you didn't feel right doing his makeup when someone else was in charge of you. miguel sighed and gently held your wrist, bringing your hand closer to his face.

model!miguel had a soft expression on his face as he looks up at you. "i seriously don't think they're gonna come back on time before the shoot, it's not worth it to wait for someone who can't even remember you were here." he muttered as you looked back at him, feeling a little struck by his words in a way you couldn't describe, couldn't put your finger on. "sorry, did i overstep a boundary? you, um... you don't have to do it, though, i'll tender my resigna—" you agreed to do it.

model!miguel stayed silent as you puffed some powder on his face to keep him looking all matte and not glossy, to give him a more... natural look, as you would put it. you didn't put any makeup on him, you figured that putting any makeup on a man as gorgeous as him to look 'more appealing to the camera' was a damned crime. you combed through his hair though and told him he looked amazing, in about eight different ways.

model!miguel was surprised; you were nothing like the makeup artists he had before you, who were all stuck-up and did as they were told to, slather makeup on the models and send them off to the set. he knew you were actually passionate about what you did, you had a keen eye for beauty, natural beauty—and you smiled, enjoyed it at every moment you could.

model!miguel thanked you for freshening him up, with you telling him it was no problem, while smoothing out the creases on his shirt—even though that wasn't going to be what he was going to wear—you wanted him to look good, and feel good, by everything you did for him.

model!miguel appreciated your help, though he never really noticed small gestures and things done for him like that before, he now has a sort of throbbing feeling in his chest and a hot fuzzy feeling on his cheeks when he felt your hands roam across his chest, abdomen, and shoulders as you tried smoothing out his shirt. he liked the feeling of your hands, the little tongue flicks you do when focusing, and the little grins you show off when you get all excited and happy about something—but the mundane and exciting parts of the day.

model!miguel cleared his throat as he began to thank you, but faltering in embarrassment as he realized he never asked for your name. you introduced your name to him and instinctively reached a hand out for his—feeling all bashful now because you literally spent five minutes in the dressing room with him and not even telling him your name, introducing yourself like you were a stranger to him all over again. "what a... wonderful name you have. i'll definitely remember this one, i won't let my poor attention to names get the best of me when it comes to you," he told you, adding your name with a sweet smile at the end. it was a brief smile, a brief, tender moment that made you smile, as well.

you may not know it, but, when you two stepped out of that dressing room and went your separate ways... he hopes he can ask you for more than your name, more than just what makeup would look good on him for the next shoot—he wanted to ask you if you were interested in... going with him to the park maybe, and just, sit on a bench with a couple of coffees in your hands and get away from all the cameras, attention, and just breathe with him for a bit.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel atsv #miguel atsv x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #atsv imagines #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

[whispersosoftly]

In Defense of Hot Dog Fingers

There is something about EEAAO that makes it fundamentally impossible for me to condense into a manner I feel is concise-yet-informative enough to adequately state my opinion. The movie itself is addressing so many different-yet-important facets of the main character (Evelyn)’s life that to describe one requires the description of them all. This movie is a narrative about parenting, queerness, undiagnosed ADHD, broken families, generational trauma, marriage, failed marriage, and deep depression. It talks, in a very genuine manner, the sensation of being an immigrant, of being out of place both at home and afar. It talks of having to deal with the elder generation in a way that is respectful to the old and the new. Like all things in life, it is messy. It is sharp and brilliant and disorganized. And it is queer. 

The Hot Dog Fingers section of EEAAO is one of the most viscerally unnerving portions of fiction I’ve had the pleasure to experience in quite some time. We follow Evelyn’s romance with her IRS agent, Diedre, as they navigate their life together as a lesbian romance in a universe where human beings have hot dogs for fingers. We see a “sex” scene of Evelyn and Diedre ejaculating mustard and ketchup into one another’s mouths. Jamie Lee Curtis (or a body double) play the piano with their toes. It’s a distinct and intentional diversion from the other universes we see Evelyn inhabit, where she is a chef, a singer, a scientist. Here, Evelyn falls in love with a woman. Here, Evelyn has a normal life. Here, Evelyn learns what love means in a way that is alien to both her and the audience. 

The Hot Dog Fingers world is, in many ways, representative of Evelyn’s internalized homophobia and her lack of understanding of her daughter’s romance with her girlfriend, Becky. The concept of lesbianism– of lesbian sex, of lesbian romance, can only exist in Evelyn’s world in the same way that humans could evolve to have hot dogs for fingers. It’s a specific, marked moment in the narrative where Evelyn is forced to learn to recognize that love can be unrecognizable.

It can often be easy for parents or adults to assume that a particular perspective or lived experience is the way that things are done. Many times has ‘my parents did it to me, and I turned out fine’ been cited as an excuse for corporal punishment, for the restriction of privileges, or for the deliberate choice to not acknowledge a minor or younger person’s identity. In this narrative, Evelyn is allowed to experience love from outside her wheelhouse, in a manner that would never have been expected or made available to her. Hot Dog Fingers is the reason why Evelyn is able to approach Joy’s relationships with the confidence and knowledge that her daughter is pursuing her happiness, whatever that happiness may mean for her. 

The second portion of this essay will concern itself with the sections devoted to being a rock. I feel it has an importance to the narrative as a whole as well as to the cohesion of the film itself. I will approach the cohesion of the film first, as I think it will lend itself toward explaining the narrative. 

Some films, most notably to my mind Mad Max: Fury Road, rely on endless, thumping, writhing action. The entire film is set in a broad, open desert. The entire film is a chase sequence. There are no breaks. The rig cannot stop, or the heroes will be caught and likely die. They must reach the place where the mothers sleep. They must reach the end point. They must meet their goal. 

Halfway through the film, the illusion of a green sanctuary is shattered, and for about ten to fifteen minutes, there is stillness. The baking sun sets. The rig moves, but the story can breathe. People talk. There is a moment or five to resolve oneself toward the eventual rising action and climax.

This stillness in narrative allows the viewer a moment of rest. One hundred and twenty minutes of constant action is enough to numb a viewer to the spectacle of it all. Movies like the Fast & Furious franchise or Mission Impossible rely on these spectacles to draw in viewership, but without built in narrative pit stops, it’s just a fireworks display of meaningless lights and fire. 

The rock segments of EEAAO fulfill that narrative pitstop for the viewer. Almost all sound cease. Almost all movement ceases as well. There is no spoken dialogue, only subtitles that display in clear, large block lettering. EEAAO is relentless in the way that it introduces and supplements new visuals, and the two sections of rock are literal anchoring points that allow the viewer and the characters to breathe and to coalesce into their respective identities.

As a person with ADHD, I often find myself in a life that feels loud. Sounds, sights, sensations all clump and pile onto one another in ways that can be at times frustrating or obstructive. The actual, palpable relief I felt at the first rock sequence allowed me to think through all I’d seen and actually process the narrative. The silence was comforting to me. It literally felt like being put under a blanket and allowed to think during a busy day. 

In terms of narrative, this is as close to suicidal ideation as the story toes. Joy wants to stop. Life and everything hurts her! She receives no support from her parents despite being told that they love her. She wants to cease. To be inorganic matter, unable to be hurt. She wants to have a literal, immovable, inviolable distance between herself and her mother. It’s a visual representation of the shattered relationship she has with Evelyn, and of her own measure of despair at ever crossing that gap.

The second use of the rocks is different, because by this point in the narrative, Evelyn can see Joy. Evelyn can see Joy’s pain. Evelyn can see that Joy’s feelings of isolation and of abandonment, while real, are surmountable. Evelyn takes that step and rewrites the world for her daughter. Evelyn looks at all the misunderstanding and trauma heaped onto her by Gong Gong and she says no. I will not do this to my Joy. I will not allow my pain and disappointment to carry on through her. 

It feels as though every portion of EEAAO is a bit like a cotton boll, where I can tease and tug and pull at each individual fluff until my little narrative becomes a pile of interconnected thoughts, sensations, and experiences. Evelyn’s life and the multitudinous ways in which that life can be expressed cannot be covered in just these two scenes, but I feel the importance of those scenes vastly outweigh the jarring nature they may have to the viewer.

Thank you for reading. :)

#everything everywhere all at once #EEAAO #Evelyn #Joy #Analysis #hot dog fingers #hey qara look pls

[mylifestylearedilfs]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ cillian murphy x daughter!reader ࿐ྂ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WASHING MACHINE HEART : angst ; imagine ; all is fictional ; cillian is a bad parent here (probably a great father irl)

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ BEING THE OLDEST childnever had been easy. y/n was cillian & his wife's first child, but she wasn’t wanted by them; she wasn’t in their plans. they were just before marriage when y/n was born, and she totally ruined all of their plans. unfortunately, she wasn’t this kind of child who was unexpected but loved anyway. maybe her mom paid attention to her when she was a newborn because she has this maternal instinct. but everything has changed since her brothers were born; they were the apple of her parents' eyes. they have always had the attention and affection of both of her parents; even if cillian was filming a new movie and didn’t have time for anything, he had time for his boys.

her parents always wanted the best for their boys; they have everything they asked for, and she was in the shadow of her brothers. she never heard her parents say ‘i love you’ to her. her childhood was full of crying and wondering, ‘why don't my parents want me?’ she was jealous of her younger siblings, she wanted to be loved like they were.

but the worst part of this came when she started to be a teenager. she started to understand more than she could as a child, but the nightmare didn’t stop. she started to be aware of the fact that her parents never really wanted her, and she could not do anything to make them love her. she was trying her hardest to get her parents' attention. she even signed herself up for a drama club because she wanted to have common interests with her dad and make him proud. but he never showed up for her performance because one of her brothers always had his own performance in theater, and he chose him, just like always.

she remembered, like today, her play where she was playing the main role, and after the show, she was looking for her parents in the audience, but nobody was there. she was still a kid, crying at the scene because her parents didn’t care about her, even on an important day like this one. she was doing all of this acting because she thought that her dad would be proud of her, and she wasn’t even enjoying it. she wasn’t happy doing that; she just thought her dad would be happy.

seeing other people her age having the best time with their families makes her wonder why her parents hate her so much and what she has done for this type of life. watching happy families makes her suddenly feel like a child who begs her father to pay attention to her.

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years passed, and she had her eighteenth birthday. it was supposed to be her happiest day in life because she started to be an adult, but of course nothing can be perfect, even for one day in the year. she wanted to celebrate this day with her family, but when she came to the living room, everyone was acting like they forgot what day it was.

she was mad. she had enough of being ignored all her life; all she wanted was to be loved by her parents and have a bit of attention this day. without thinking, she grabbed the family photo she wasn’t even be at and threw it on the floor. watching as the glass broke into small pieces.

“what is wrong with you y/n?!” her dad snapped at her, didn’t understanding what she was doing.

“what is wrong with me?! you-” she didn’t realize that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “you don’t care about me; you don’t give a shit about me” cillian wanted to say something, but she interrupted him. “you shouldn’t just make people if you are going to treat them like shit and make them think they do something wrong their whole life.” at this moment, she just broke into tears as she looked at her father’s face, and without saying a word, she came back to her room.

she didn't deserve it. she didn't deserve it at all.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for attention! and im sorry for any mistakes. and remember it’s all fictional, cillian is probably great father but i wanted to write something like this. take care!

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #angst #unhappy ending #sad imagines #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #angsty #toxic parents #toxic relationship #toxic family #deserve better

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for systeens, systweens, and system middles!

Often in spaces, content, and conversations surrounding system littles, older syskids tend to get left out of the discussion. But systeens/tweens, middles, and older littles are still syskids and they’re still important members of their system and the plural community! This post is for all the system middles!

If you’re a middle who enjoys toys, movies, games, and other things geared towards a younger audience or intended for kids younger than you, we want to remind you that it’s perfectly fine to enjoy these things! Liking stuff meant for younger kids doesn’t invalidate you or your age in any way - it isn’t “cringey,” weird, or creepy, and you’re allowed to enjoy things meant for younger kids without feeling any guilt or shame!

If you’re a middle who enjoys things with mature themes or geared more towards adults, we want to let you know that this is okay too! It’s perfectly fine to be curious about or enjoy things with suggestive or violent themes, to get excited about things other kids might find boring, or to do things that are normally just for adults! Enjoying things meant for adults doesn’t make you any less of a kid and it doesn’t make you a bad person! It’s okay to be yourself and just like the things you like!

For all you middles struggling to find yourself and figure out where you belong, we’re wishing you the very best on your journey! It’s okay to take a lot of time learning about yourself and trying to understand where you fit in the world and your system. It’s okay if sometimes you feel younger and more vulnerable while other times you feel older and stronger! We hope you can have fun experimenting with hobbies, activities, causes, aesthetics, and other things as you learn more about yourself!

For age sliders who are sometimes middles, yes, this post is for you too! You are allowed to exist just the way you are - there’s nothing wrong with only being a middle occasionally! You still count as a syskid as long as you’d like to call yourself that, and you will always be welcome in our spaces just the way you are! It’s okay if your wants and tastes fluctuates with your age. It’s okay if you sometimes feel nervous, confused, or like you don’t belong! However, we promise that you absolutely do belong, and you don’t have to change one bit in order to be accepted here!

Whether you’re a middle who wants to grow up, who wishes they were younger, or who is happy being the age they are, we want you to remember that you are cherished and loved, both by the rest of your system and the plural community as a whole! And we consider ourselves so lucky to be able to share this space with you. Please try to take it easy and treat yourself with kindness in the future. Know that we believe in you and we’re rooting for you! You have a bright future ahead of you and we’re wishing you the very best!

#multiplicity #plurality #pluralgang #actuallyplural #system positivity #plural positivity #plural pride #system pride #system middle #systeens

[the-woman-upstairs]

Honestly, all my schadenfreude over the public evisceration of James Somerton by Hbomberguy and Todd in the Shadows is tempered by the anger I feel at how much damage, pain, misinformation, and marginalizing one man was capable of accomplishing through the platform he built through plagiarism, blatant lies, and outright bigotry.

And frankly it sucks that it took the efforts of two other popular YouTube creators to bring him down when Somerton was clearly never good at hiding any of his horrific behavior. There were clearly women and trans/non-binary people who knew something was up with him and his “work” but were either harassed/doxxed by the fans he set on them or knew they didn’t have the same kind of clout/support to be believed over him.

It just boggles my mind how EASY it would have been for him to cite these sources and work with other queer creators on the platform to help create a wealth of accessible, comprehensive knowledge of queer media and history available to a younger generation. Because clearly, there’s a hunger in the younger generations of queer kids/people for that knowledge, the understanding of the past, how it informs the present and creates the future. But all Somerton did was steal from other creators, ones who either didn’t know their work was stolen or were given the run-around by Somerton instead of proper accreditation.

Instead of uplifting other people and their research, he selfishly stole and hoarded it, before regurgitating it and claiming it was all his own while also infecting some excellent analysis with awful, bigoted opinions, particularly geared towards women, trans people, or any type of queer he didn’t believe was the “right kind.” You know, like all the “boring gays” that “survived” the AIDS crisis.

I want to believe that this time we’ll learn to not take people at face value, just because they give the appearance of professionalism and sound authoritative on whatever subject is covered. Because that’s how dangerous misinformation is spread and taken for fact. Todd was absolutely on the money when he pointed out how it is important to document all the lies and plagiarism with Somerton because how many young people believed what he was saying? How many people watched his videos on the adult film industry or “bad gays” or Nazis influence on body image and walked away thinking they were learning something about their history? Far too many, I’m sure.

Though at least having these two videos to refer to can help people learn when to spot someone who’s being disingenuous in “teaching people something.” And that any person who claims to be the “only person” talking about an issue is mostly likely lying and trying to sell you something. Usually, their own brand. It’s far better to diversify the people you follow and the voices you listen to, and the playlist Hbomberguy made available is a great place to start.

But I also recommend seeking out some of the original sources yourself. There’s typically queer history books/memoirs in the nonfiction section of your local library. You can find the original Celluloid Closet documentary on Tubi, along with another interesting one, Do I Sound Gay? Disclosure, the documentary on depictions of trans people in Hollywood, is available on Netflix. And that’s just a couple of the top of my head. If you’re looking for queer films in general, Wolfe Video has so many available for purchase or even just to peruse and rent the titles later.

I do hope some good comes out of all this, even if the damage done by Somerton still lingers in online queer spaces (fingers crossed this means the end of Illuminaughtii and Internet Historian as well). It helps to be wary of people seeking to take advantage of the online spaces we now inhabit, but there’s still people and places across the internet that are doing good work and want to help educate people. They may not always be easy to find and may even require some effort on the part of the audience, but the end result of really learning something, discovering interesting research/work, or being part of open minded discussions is a worthwhile reward. And always something to be proud of.

#ok this is a lot but i had to get all this off my chest #hbomberguy #james somerton #todd in the shadows #i really hope this news doesn’t discourage young people who were taken in by that asshole #he’s not the only queer person doing this work- there’s so many of us out there having discussions and sharing ideas #without being virulently misogynistic and transphobic and racist #i really hope people seek out the creators on that playlist and find someone new to follow who’s putting in the work

[sadboyeddie]

Once In A Lifetime

October 12th: Sugar Daddy -> older Rockstar!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie has an offer that’s hard to refuse

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, older man/younger woman, everyone is above the age of consent

A/N: this one kicked my ass lads

6.2k Words

Masterlist

You let out a tired sigh as you slump into your regular seat in the lecture hall, arriving just a few minutes before the lesson starts.

Today had been a long one, but thankfully this was the last class for the day and it was relatively easy going.

Professor Byers enters the room and chucks his messenger bag on the desk before clapping his hands to garner the attention of the students.

Photography wasn’t something you wanted to make a career out of, although at this stage you’re not really sure what career you’ll end up with, but you enjoyed the serenity of taking pictures.

Professor Byers was as laid back as they come, but he was passionate about photography and you felt that every time he’d explain different subjects and techniques.

He was currently mid sentence talking about the current project he assigned that will be more than half of your grade, you wanna drop your head to the table with a groan, not having found the inspiration to even start the project.

And it was due in two weeks.

By the end of the class Professor Byers has noticed your slouched posture, it’s a small class and you’re one of his favourite students, always eager to learn more.

When the class ends he asks you to stay behind so he can talk to you. You feel anxious, you like Professor Byers and you don’t wish to disappoint him.

“What’s going on, kid?” You let out a dramatic sigh making the older man smirk before leaning against one of the tables.

“I can’t find any inspiration,” you groan, “I took your advice and went for a walk somewhere I’ve never been but still nothing!”

Jonathan nods his head, all too familiar with what you’re experiencing.

“You usually shoot scenery and landscapes have you ever thought about trying something different?” He voice is soft and understanding.

The project was pretty simple, you had to take a series of pictures that tell a story, something interesting that will grab the audiences attention.

All the projects Professor Byers makes are always pretty easy, wanting students to enjoy the assignments instead of dreading them.

“I don’t really have a lot of people I can photograph,” you admit, a little embarrassed.

You moved to the city to go to college and you spent all your time either in class or working shifts at two separate jobs, you never had time to keep up with friendships or even find them.

You didn’t mind though, always preferring your own company, or maybe that’s just something you convinced yourself.

Once again Jonathan understands, maybe that’s one of the reasons he likes you and wants you to succeed, because he sees a lot of familiar traits in you.

“I have a friend who needs some photography work done, I was gonna do it myself but I think this would really help you.”

Your eyes light up at the suggestion but you’re a little hesitant on the idea, “won’t they prefer their pictures professionally done?”

“Give yourself some credit, kid,” he chuckles, “and it’s not for some fancy wedding it’s just promo pictures for my friends metal band.”

“You have a friend in a metal band?” The question slips through your lips without permission and you immediately go to apologise.

“That’s surprises you?” He doesn’t look offended, exactly the opposite.

And it did surprise you, Professor Byers seemed more reserved and from an outside point of view it seemed like he would have surrounded himself with people more like him.

“You don’t seem like the type to enjoy metal music,” you shift awkwardly from side to side.

He laughs at your response and nods his head, “yeah I’m more into classic rock but I have to admit their music is pretty stellar.”

You snort at the use of ‘stellar’ and move the conversation on, “who’s the band?” You’re curious if it’s a local indie band.

“Corroded Coffin,” his smile is small but holds some pride behind it.

Your mouth drops open and your eyes blow wide at how casually he just slipped that information.

“Corro— Corroded Coffin?!” You weren’t super into metal, you did enjoy some of the classics.

That’s how you discovered the band, you were looking through Spotify for a decent playlist and they had a few covers in there, when you went to their page they had four albums worth of their own music.

You enjoyed a lot of it and after doing some research you found out they were quite popular in and out of the metal community.

“Yeah, you heard of them?” There’s a smirk playing on Professor Byers face.

“Uh yeah!” You grin causing the older man to huff a laugh at your excitement, “how are you friends with them?”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so shocking but again it didn’t really seem like his type of crowd.

“I went to school with them,” he shrugs, moving around his desk to grab his bag and pulling out a red and black card.

“Awesome,” you mumble.

Professor Byers hands you the card, Eddie Munson scribbled across in a sharp font, his phone number beneath it.

Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist, one of the most attractive men you ever seen, and you have his phone number.

You try to act nonchalant as you run your fingers over the slightly raised words, mind working a mile a minute to take in all the information. You can’t believe this is happening.

“Are you sure?” Your voice comes out slowly as you reaffirm.

“Yeah, they’re finishing the last leg of their tour back home before they take a break,” he slips the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll let Eddie know what’s happening, send him a message tonight and he’ll probably invite you to the show.”

You gape at him as he bids his farewell and leaves the classroom, your feet unable to move as you replay the conversation over in your head.

Invite me to the show?

You’ve always wanted to go to one of their concerts but the tickets were always sold out. You could only afford the cheapest ones but they were usually the first to go, you found a few scalpers online but they were charging almost triple the original price. You just couldn’t afford it.

When you do finally move you rush back to your studio apartment, twenty minutes off campus, you could t afford on campus housing unfortunately.

You throw you bag on the rickety old chair near the door and fall back on your lumpy mattress, still not believing what happened.

Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin.

You scroll through your playlists finding the one you made of all your favourites of theirs and play it in the background while you fumble around your apartment.

When should you message? Professor Byers said tonight but what time tonight? What should you say?

-x-x-x-x-x-

By the time seven rolls around, the time you finally decided on, your apartment is spotless. Granted it’s very small but still.

You cleaned every surface and even reorganised your cupboards.

You sit in the center of your bed and stare at the black screen of your phone. Taking a deep breath you open your message app and type out a greeting.

It’s almost ten minutes before you settle on something that you didn’t cringe while reading.

Hi, is this Eddie? 

You add in your name and where you got his number and press send before you can erase and retype something else.

After a few seconds your phone vibrates in your hand and excitement shoots down your spine

It sure is babe, Byers informed me of the situation

‘Babe’ you squeal at the name.

I thought you’d text sooner

You sit there and mentally kick yourself for taking so long.

Sorry! Had a few assignments I was working on

You tell him the small lie, not wanting to admit that you spent the last three hours over thinking and freaking out.

that’s fair, I never went to college so I can’t relate haha

You smile at your phone and how casual this all seems and before you can type a new message he sends another through.

so down to business :P what’s your class schedule like?

Mondays and Thursday I have classes from 9-4, the rest of the week there’s only a few lessons a day but I can do a few of them online

sounds good babe

…

what’s tomorrows classes?

business studies is the only one I have to be there in person for

what time?

8-11:45

great! I’m not out of bed before midday haha

…

come on by after class

He sends the address for the studio they’re rehearsing at tomorrow and you chat a little more, he tells you his security will escort you in and other minor details about tomorrows meet up before you both call it a night.

You fall asleep easy, usually it takes you a while to settle your thoughts, but tonight you slip away into unconsciousness, mind conjuring up different scenarios with the metalhead.

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day goes by in a rush of excitement, you honestly thought it would drag on and on and on but thankfully it doesn’t.

You order and Uber, not trusting the buses in your city, thankfully there’s enough money in your monthly budget for the fare.

When you arrive at the studio your heart is hammering against your chest and your hands are shaking, you can’t believe this is actually happening.

You enter the lobby and sign in with the receptionist, she’s about your age and gives you a distasteful look, before calling someone.

A few awkward minutes later a man with fantastic hair and an even better smile hops out of the elevator and walks towards you with a smile.

“You here for Eddie?” His voice is kind and you nod, “great, I’m Steve.”

He holds out his hand and you quickly slip yours into his grasp and shake it, cheeks aflame with nerves.

“So, you’re his security?” You make conversation as he swipes an access card against the elevator panel.

“I mean technically,” he shrugs, “we’ve been friends since school so I think he keeps me around for nostalgia,” he chuckles.

You wring your hands together and flex your fingers on your camera bag as you bite your lip, this does not go unnoticed by the taller man beside you.

“Don’t be nervous,” his voice is soft, “I know it sounds like a cliché but he’s just like anyone else,” he assures you.

You can’t help but snort before smiling up towards Steve, “really?”

“Okay, he’s a little weird but there’s no need to be intimidated by him,” he turns towards the door as the elevator stops, “if anything he’s the one that gets intimidated by beautiful women.”

You watch as Steve steps out of the metal box, and before you can question what he means he opens the door to a cozy little room.

There’s couches lining the back wall and the coffee table is filled with a range of alcoholic beverages and snacks.

One band member, Jeff, is laying on one of the couches doing a crossword puzzle and Gareth is on the ground with his back slumped against the couch as he scrolls through his phone.

No sight of the lead guitarist.

“Where’s Eddie,” Steve surveys the room for the older metalhead.

“Here he is,” a deep voice comes from behind you.

You turn quickly and instinctively take a step back with how close he is, he lets out a chuckle as your eyes slip down to his chest, shirtless and covered in many tattoos.

“Like what you see, princess?” He teases with a smirk.

“Eddie, play nice,” Steve rolls his eyes and slides into a chair.

Hi, I’m—,” you start to introduce yourself but he interrupts.

“I know who you are,” his smile is not unkind but it’s intense, “that your camera?”

You look down in shock momentarily forgetting the reason why you are even here.

“Ah, yes!” You mentally scold yourself.

“It’s a bit dingy, sweetheart,” he reaches out and takes it in his hands to examine it.

You’re a little offended at his words, you know it’s dingy, it’s second hand and all you could afford but it does the job.

“I know,” your voice is a little clipped.

“I didn’t mean to offend, princess,” he gently passes the camera back to you, “just an observation.”

You go to apologise but he brushes passed you and formally introduces you to the rest of the band.

“Alright, so if you could just take pictures of us in our natural element, babe, that’d be great,” he chuckles, gesturing around the room.

You click the camera on and snap a picture of Eddie, bare chest and bare foot smiling in the center of the room.

He nods in approval as ideas swirl through your mind for your class project.

By the end of the day your memory card is full of pictures and short videos, you sit on one of the sofas and flick through the shots determining which to keep and which to trash.

It’s dark out now and you really should be heading back to your apartment and upload these to your laptop, it’s a pretty outdated computer so it’s gonna take a while to get them all on there.

Jeff and Gareth are nowhere to be seen and Steve excused himself to take a phone call twenty minutes ago, leaving you and Eddie alone in the room.

The metalhead, who’s now wearing a Metallica shirt, much to your disappointment, is sitting on the opposite couch strumming a tune.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” your voice cuts the serene sound as Eddie looks up with a smile.

“It’s something I’m working on,” he shrugs, pen tucked behind his ear and a notepad on the cushion beside him.

“It’s pretty,” you regret your words almost instantly. Pretty?

“Pretty?” He snorts, placing the guitar down, “I would exactly describe metal music as ‘pretty’, babe.”

“Sorry,” you flush with embarrassment, “I just meant it’s nice is all.”

He shakes his head with a smile, not at all offended by your choice of words.

“Well, I better be off,” you tuck your camera into the bag before pulling out your phone to order an Uber.

“How are you getting home?” He stands along with you.

“Uber,” you wave your phone in your hands.

“You sure?” You locks his guitar in its case and slings it over his shoulder before walking towards you, “I can give you a ride? Or Steve?”

“Oh! No, that’s fine,” you immediately decline, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further.

Eddie stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face before he finally nods, letting it go.

“Okay,” he gestures for you to leave the room first before flicking the light off and locking the door behind him.

Steve meets you both at the elevator instantly apologising for the long phone call, Eddie shrugs it off and you all descend to the lobby together in a awkward silence.

“Am I giving you a ride?” Steve asks as he pulls out his keys and you all make your way outside.

When you turn to Steve you miss the look that crosses Eddie’s face, a little upset with Steve’s offer even though he offered the same thing upstairs.

“No,” you smile, “I already got an Uber.”

“No problem,” he says his goodbyes and leaves for his car.

“Aren’t you going with him?” You question as you stand by the curb.

“I drive myself, sweetheart,” he gives you his signature smirk as he waits beside you.

“You don’t have to stay,” you’re glad he did though, a little nervous about standing around at night alone.

“And leave a fair maiden by herself? Any brute could come along and do you harm,” the look he shoots you is playfully and dramatic and you can help but giggle and play along.

“Oh my!” You exclaim, hand on chest, “my hero!”

He gives you a wink just as a car pulls up to the curb.

“Your carriage, m’lady,” he bows as he opens the rear passenger door and you once again can’t contain your girlish giggle.

“Thank you, good sir,” you bow your head in a nod and slide into the car.

“Text me when you get home,” he points a finger at you playfully but his words are stern.

“F’course,” you nod, your heart doing somersaults isn’t our chest.

He closes the door with a thud and only leaves for his car when you’re out of sight, a smile playing on his lips as he starts the ignition.

-x-x-x-x-x-

When you arrive home you place your camera bag on the bed and pull out your laptop from under your pillow.

home :)

good girl ;)

You feel your heart in your throat as you read and reread the two word text, you feel a warmth spread between your legs at the message, not to mention the winky face. Lord.

are you home?

stopped for food first

…

burgers and fries

that greasy stuff will kill you ;)

You bite your lip as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, contemplating erasing the winky face. Fuck it.

…

…

…

That’s it you overstepped, you made it weird.

Just as you go to chuck your phone on the bed it vibrates in your hand.

-incoming call: Eddie Munson-

“Hello?” You sit on your bed, blood loud in your ears as your heart hammers away.

“You worried about my health, sweetheart?” His voice is warm over the phone and you smile into the receiver.

“Maybe…” you find you have a lot more confidence when you’re not face to face with the man.

“How’d I get so lucky?” His chuckle crackles along the long and you hear distant sounds of cars.

“Are you driving?” You ask alarmed.

“Loudspeaker, pet,” you can hear the amusement in his tone and can’t help but huff a laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be,” he brushes you off, “s’nice actually.”

You go to question him further but you hear the ignition cut off an assume he’s made it home.

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” You’re voice is hopeful and you pray it doesn’t sound as desperate to him as it does for you.

“No doubt,” he answers cooly, “how do the pictures look?”

“Oh!” You completely forgot about your previous task, “I haven’t really started looking through them all yet.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he lightly scolds, “naughty girl.”

Fuck. There he goes again.

You clench your fingers into a fist and rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“My computers slow,” you pout as you enter your login details, “it might take me the better part of the night to upload them.”

“Shitty laptop, dingy camera,” he lists off, “I bet your apartment is crappy too.”

“And what if it is,” you’ve started to pick up on his personality and try matching your energy with his.

“Hey, I get it,” he reassures, “I used to be like that. I grew up in a one bedroom trailer with my Uncle, didn’t graduate until I was 20 and had to sell weed just to get by.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “damn, that sucks.”

Eddie’s boisterous laugh on the other end of the line sends you into your own set of giggles.

Usually when Eddie tells his sob story it’s met with pity not with a ‘damn that sucks’. It’s refreshing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive,” you feel like a school girl taking to a crush. You’re seconds away from kicking your feet and twirling your hair around your finger.

“You weren’t,” he assures.

“So how’d you get to where you are today?” Curiosity getting the better of you, “working hard?”

You hear his snort of amusement on the other end before he answers, “nah, I had a Sugar Daddy.”

You assume he’s joking because surely you would’ve heard about that.

“You what?” you inquire further.

“I exchanged certain favours in return for money,” he’s no longer laughing, his tone light but serious.

“Like a prostitute?” You flip down on your bed now that your laptop and camera are set up.

“No, not exactly,” you hear rustling on the other end that sounds like he’s getting changed, “it wasn’t always sexual favours.”

“Huh,” you desperately want to ask who and seek out more information but that is a little intrusive.

“Have you ever thought about it?” His question is casual but it has your breath catching in your throat.

“I’m not rich enough to support someone,” you joke.

“No, you dork,” he chuckles, “obviously you’re experiencing some financial hardships.”

“I don’t know if I could do that sort of exchange, especially with a stranger,” you admit.

“It doesn’t always have to be sexual, princess,” he assures, “when you start with someone you can create a contract and have a list of hard nos,” he patiently explains, “as for the stranger I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone you know or you could at least meet with the person a few times to get a feel for them.”

“The only rich person I know is you,” you say without thinking, instantly filled with regret.

The line is quite and you consider hanging up and and just moving to Alaska or something.

“And?” His voice sounds curious.

“And?“ you splutter, “and what?”

“And,” he huffs a laugh, “would that be something you’d be interested in?”

“I—,” you take a moment to reach over and grab the half empty water bottle on your nightstand, mouth completely dry, “what do you mean?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“I mean,” he’s volume mimics yours, “I will pay for all of your finances in exchange for favours on your end.”

“That’s crazy,” you say at normal volume, “why would you wanna do that?”

“You’re cute and sweet,” he states, “you got a good head on your shoulders and I fully believe you can make it far in this world you just need a little help.”

“I mean—,” you try to find a reasonable response, you want to deny him because you’ve always been independent, but maybe your pride can take a backseat for this ride, “is this a joke?”

Eddie smiles into his phone, excited to know that you’ve mentally already agreed.

“Absolutely not,” he promises, “let me take care of you, baby.”

He knows you’re probably slightly overwhelmed at the moment so he decides to ‘ignore’ the small whimper you let slip at his words.

“Okay,” you agree before you can stop yourself, “I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Eddie’s excitement is contagious as you chuckle along with him, “we’ll work out the finer points tomorrow, baby.”

“And you’re sure?” You ask again.

“Yes, princess,” his voice is firm, “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Just checking,” you smile.

“Go to sleep, silly girl,” he playfully scoffs, “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Promise?” Your voice suddenly shy.

“Promise.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

It’s been exactly one month since you started this… situation?

And it’s been great!

It had taken a lot of reassurance on Eddie’s end and thank god the man had plenty of patience, you were constantly double checking every time he bought you something.

When he gave you his credit card you all but shoved it back into his hands until he all but forced it on you.

You tried not to abuse his money, only buying the essentials but Eddie was like the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to just let loose, treat yourself.

He bought you a new camera and a laptop the second day into the arrangement and he was slowly trying to convince you to move to a better apartment.

So far it’s only been a ‘take take’ relationship on your end. When you and Eddie sat down to discuss the details you established that you weren’t entirely sure about the sexual nature of this, and he promised and even signed a contract that stated any sexually contact will be initiated by you first.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just you were nervous. After all it is Eddie freaking Munson.

You finished your class assignment a few weeks ago and received a pretty great grade, Eddie also invited you to keep taking pictures of them because he enjoyed the style.

As much as you tried to decline, he gave you a pay check.

Tonight was the last show of the tour before they settle down for a while to relax and work on some new music.

They decided Hawkins was the perfect location for the final concert, they rented a pretty large field and had a stage set up, like a small festival.

You go over to the few trailers that have been set up for the boys and walk into Eddies. 

“There you are, baby!” Eddie’s voice comes from behind and you spin on your heel just as he wraps you in a hug, “missed you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Eddie, it’s been less then twelve hours,” you laugh but return the hug with enthusiasm.

“And?” He scoffs.

“And nothing,” you smile, “I missed you too.”

“That’s my girl,” he leans back and boops your nose before reluctantly pulling away.

“You excited for the show?” You ask as you take a seat on the small couch.

“Excited for it to be over,” he groans as he slumps on the couch next to you, pulling you into his side automatically, “don’t get me wrong, I love performing but it’s been a very long eighteen months.”

You nod along with his comments, not fully understanding what it’s like to travel around like that.

“My Uncle Wayne is coming to the show,” he smiles, “he’s excited to meet you.”

“You’ve told him about me?” You look at the older man in shock.

“F’course,” he chuckles, “I’ve been told I talk quite a bit about you actually.”

You playfully shove him but nerves start swelling up inside you, Eddie hasn’t really spoke much about his personal situation since the first night he brought it up but from what you gather Wayne is the most important person to him.

“Don’t worry,” he taps your shoulder, “he’s a very easy going guy.”

Eddie’s words bring very little comfort as you slowly begin to dread the meeting. It’s not like this is a relationship but if you’re being honest it’s the closest you’ve really gotten to one.

You see him daily, call and text all through the night, you eat together (mainly in private because you’re not good with all the attention on the street from fans), he’s very affectionate with the pet names and the cuddling, you were the first to initiate the cuddling and he almost seem relieved that you wanted his touch.

The point is you’ve fallen for the guy, it’s was inevitable really, but there were many factors standing in the way: the arrangement and the fact he is almost fifteen years older then you. Not that you minded but society always had to have a say.

“What’s got you so distracted?” His voice pulls you from your increasing negative thoughts.

“You,” you’re honest, “thinking about you.”

He seems pleased with the answer and squeezes your shoulder with a smile.

“Good,” he lets out a sigh before standing, you immediately miss his warmth, “I better get ready.”

“Awesome!” You stand and make your way to the door, “I can’t wait for the show.”

He grins as he watches you move towards the exit before stopping you, “you gonna watch me from backstage?” His voice is hopeful.

“Of course!” You reassure, you always do.

“Good, here,” he walks over to the chair where he’s thrown a leather jacket and a denim vest.

“What’s this?” You ask as he carefully hands you the clothes.

“This used to be what I wore in high school,” he looks a little red at the admission, “never really took it off, played my first show in this.“

You run your fingers over the worn out threads on the back of the vest, admiring the obvious hand stitching done by Eddie. You trace Murray, the mascot for Dio, and smile at how well maintained this is.

The leather jacket has chains and safety pins around the cuffs and you snort at the handy work.

Eddie watches with a soft expression as you handle his jacket with care.

“This is awesome, Eds,” you go to hand the bundle of clothes back to the metalhead, assuming he would be wearing it for tonight’s show.

“No,” he gently pushes your hands back, “I want you to wear it for me.”

Your breath catches and once again you go to protest but by now Eddie is familiar with this routine.

“I’m positive,” he says before you speak, “I want to see you wearing my clothes.”

You let out a speechless nod, not trusting any words at the moment.

“Good girl,” he chuckles at your shy reaction as you turn away slightly, “off you go,” he ushers you to the door, “I got rehearsals.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

The show was fantastic, not that you had any doubts, they pulled out all the stops and had an explosive end, literally, they had firework canons set up on stage and went out with a bang.

By the end of the concert you were a little more that hot and bothered, Eddie had stayed on your part of the stage, facing you when he had guitar solos so you could watch his finger work.

He picked up on your little obsession with his fingers the first week in, noting how you would subtly glance at his hands before just full out staring when you thought he couldn’t see.

When he came marching off stage with the rest of the band, hyperactive and sweaty you all but dragged him back to his trailer.

He was momentarily shocked, usually you went in for the hug, but he watched with a smug grin as you lead him away. Finally.

As soon as the trailer door closed behind him your little bit of control was instantly ceased.

Eddie firmly grabbed your arm and pressed you to the door, watching as your pupils dilate and your tongue comes out to wet your dried lips.

He swallows as he watches the movement before snapping himself out of it, “you want this?” He pushes his body against yours and you nod, “tell me, baby,” he rests his forehead on yours, “tell daddy what you want.”

You let out a moan and close your eyes, “I want you, Eddie,” your breathing coming out in hot pants, “please, daddy.”

With that Eddie slams his mouth against yours, pouring out all the heat and desperation he’s been feeling for the past month.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in close, pushing his tongue past your lips and against your own.

He grips a handful of his jacket you’re still wearing and pulls you closer as he walks you both backwards before he’s pulling away and sitting on the couch, patting his lap with an inviting smirk.

“Take your throne, princess.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You straddle his legs, bunching the skirt of your dress around your thighs so it doesn’t restrict your movements.

Eddie wastes no time in reattaching his mouth to yours, this time the kiss is slower but no less hungry.

He slides his hands over your hips and drags you lower until you’re grinding over the bulge in his pants, you both let out simultaneous groans at the contact.

You place your hands on his shoulder and with his direction you lift your hips more before bringing them down with a little more force, he moans into the kiss before nipping your bottom lip and pulling back.

He buries his head in your neck and starts to suck a bruise into the skin, you let out a whine at the softness of his lips as you tangle your fingers through his damp, sweaty hair and gently tug, the action causing Eddie to snap his hips up harder.

After a few minutes of grinding on each other you feel like you’re going to explode if Eddie doesn’t fuck you, you reach down and undo his belt and zipper, the older man gratefully lifting his hips just enough to free his leaking cock.

Eddie pulls away from your neck and presses a gentle kiss to your lips before lifting your dress up far enough so he has access to your panties.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna take you out on a nice date, roses and chocolates, and then fuck you in the car,” he promises as he rubs a thumb on your thigh close to your heat, “but tonight I’m gonna fuck you on every surface in this trailer.”

You moan at his crass words, “promise?”

“Promise,” he slides his hand forward, fingers slipping beneath the material of your panties.

You let out a sharp cry when the pad of his finger makes contact with your clit before fingering some of your arousal and spreading it up your folds and over the nub.

You rest your head on his shoulder and watch as his hand plays with your pussy, your underwear is obscuring the view but there’s something really hot about seeing his hand in your panties.

You take his neglecting cock in your hand, Eddie lets out a hiss at the feeling, you run your fingers over the weeping tip before spreading his precum down his length.

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, instantly starting to scissor them.

“Ed-die,” your voice cracks and your pussy clenches around his digits,” please fuck me.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he moans, “at least not on the first night,” you whimper at his deep chuckle.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers he’s pulling them out of your panties, he slaps your hand off his cock and wraps his own, slick with your desire, around his length.

When he’s deemed you and himself ready he helps you kneel above his lap as he moves your panties to the side and lines his cock up with your entrance.

Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back as you let out a long moan, when you’re fully seated on his cock you take a few seconds to accommodate the tight fit, your walls burn from the stretch.

You can feel him twitching inside you and it causes you to squeeze your pussy around him.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, grip on your hips hard enough to bruise, “can I move?”

You barely nod before he’s snapping his hips up, you cry out and hold his shoulders for dear life.

He keeps your hips in place as he pistons his cock into you, his breath is coming out in harsh pants and the scrunched up look of concentration on his face has you reaching a finger out to trace the wrinkles on his forehead.

At your touch his facial features soften but his pace is still harsh.

“Play with your clit, princess,” his voice is strained, “show daddy how you touch yourself.”

You whimper and his request and immediately comply, taking your right hand off his shoulder to massage the engorged nub between your legs.

His eyes are trained on your fingers, taking note of every movement and action your hands make and committing them to memory.

When you spit on your fingers and rub the saliva around your clit he lets out a debauched moan.

The trailer is filled with moaning and breathless whines as the smell of your combined arousal fills your senses, you can feel your impending release and try to hold off just a little longer.

“I can feel you clenching, princess,” Eddie notices your hand no longer rubbing your pussy, “don’t fight it, cum for me.”

You fall forward as he moves his hands from your hips and envelops you in a tight embrace, holding you against his chest as he snaps his hips up and continues as best he can with the rough pace.

You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your scream, Eddie hisses at the pain but his cock jumps inside you and the motion causes you to cum around him, your body spasms against his as you’re forced to ride out your high, his thrusts not slowing down.

“Just a bit more, sweetheart,” he grunts as he bucks his hips up one last time, his cum spilling inside you and painting your bruised walls, “fuck!”

Your body is stuck to his with sweat and your breathing is laboured, he runs a soothing hand up your back, tracing the divots in your spine.

Before you both can fully come down the door to the trailer swings open and in walks Jeff and Gareth.

They dramatically cry out and cover there eyes as Eddie hurls a cushion in their direction and you bury your face in his neck.

He chuckles and kisses your temple as you shiver slightly, cold air slipping through the briefly opened door.

“I guess I forgot to lock the door,” he groans though you hear the amusement.

“Yeah, no shit, Munson,” you giggle.

“Oops.”

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[piracytheorist]

I think that Yuri is against the whole marriage thing mostly because the excuse of "i'm married since a year and didn't tell you before and even LIED to you about it, sorry (lol)" that Yor told him.

After all at the beginning, when Yor tells him (lies to him), saying she may see someone, he's happy about it. So it's not the fact that she found someone who bother him but the whole mistery around the marriage and that his sister didn't tell him for a whole year.

It can be pretty suspect for anyone and even more for someone whose the job is to NOT trust people :/

It was not the best start to start to know Loid and appreciate him ^^"

Yeah. As necessary as it was for Loid to have the "we married a year ago, definitely not just for the interview!" excuse, it ended up making the marriage look super suspicious to everyone else.

Now, as far as the fandom is concerned, I think people are too used to stories being poorly written and certain characters being so creepy, that they're not prepared to see the brilliance with which Endo handled Yuri's dynamic. Yes Yuri is a little obsessed with his sister, but it's made understandable due to the circumstances under which they grew up in, and he is willing to accept her getting married. However, that very obsession is there to produce conflict for Loid and Yor, and it's handled with a very delicate balance where it enriches Yuri's personality without making him a creep.

Honestly, I think people misunderstand both his "When I grow up I'm going to marry you" and how he latched onto Yor saying she'd wait up for him. The first one is a thing a lot of little kids tell their parents, older siblings, or any form of caretaker, or even their peers. They know that "marriage" is a form of showing how much you love someone, but they don't know how romantic love works yet, so they connect marriage even with familial or platonic love. So in their minds, telling someone "I want to marry you" just means "I love you very much", and in their age, that can only be familial or platonic love.

About the second, I think Yuri had a moment of ShockTM when he saw Yor about to kiss Loid, not because he felt she was betraying her "promise" to wait up for him, but because reality was very suddenly drilled into him.

It's like when you sit and have a striking realization about real life. Things like "I'm not getting any younger" or "The world is fucked up" or even "That thing that happened to me was actually traumatic". You go by in your life hearing that stuff, and automatically understand them, but you may have a moment of actual realization when you're like oh. Shit. This is Real.

And I think this is what happened with Yuri here. He didn't actually think Yor would marry him, but it was a kind of "dream" that he subconsciously had, probably in the form of "I will always be the one she puts first". So he might have felt secure in that thought, but right then, when he saw Yor almost kiss Loid, that dream/thought was very suddenly pulled from under his feet. He had his "I'm not getting any younger" realization. But because his emotional state is... how it is, instead of taking a moment to self-reflect and just think, he lashed out and tried to protect that safe space he'd built in his mind.

Honestly, he's a very interesting character because he provides conflict while being layered on his own. He's very well written and developed, and it can be very easy for audiences to fall in the trap of calling him a "creep obsessed with his sister" if they don't look a little deeper.

(no spoilers for the manga please 😁)

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