#but for whatever reason that movie has always made me a little uncomfortable and I felt so seen when Corey said that

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Hot take but Corey Dorris listing Will Ferrell in Elf as the holiday thing that freaks him out in his Grunch cast interview is so valid actually. It may be the two of us against the whole entire world, Mr. Dorris, but I got your back.

#for me I think it's actually the relationship with Zoey Deschanel's character that weirds me out #but for whatever reason that movie has always made me a little uncomfortable and I felt so seen when Corey said that #corey dorris #hot take controversial post #anyways if you have the cash get the digital download with the bonus features they are so fun #how the grunch cribbed christmas #htgcc

[sailoryooons]

hiiii :3 i’m a VERY silent reader (i’m terrified of my irls finding me on this god forsaken app) but i just love your writings so much so i had to participate in the agust event!!!!

childhood bffs yoongi x reader smut where they’re definitely probably too close, way closer than bffs should be anyways. reader goes to yoongi one night complaining bc no matter what she does, she just can’t cum! good thing yoongi’s actions speak louder than words <3

pls pls pls get totally creative w this, i love ur brain sm and i love seeing what you come up with!!!

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi has always been your closest friend, but it’s always been a little closer than everyone else. He takes it one step further, offering to address a silly little problem for you. 

❀ Word Count: 2,320

❀ Genre: Friends to something more, PWP 

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, some feelings of insecurity but like barely, talking about orgasm struggles, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, nipple stimulation, a hint of choking, a lot of sucking on neck/throat, nipple play, mostly reader getting finger blasted sdfnodsifgj, reader is completely naked and Yoongi is still clothed, mentions of oral (f. receiving), a little bit of cum eating

❀ Published: August 23, 2022

❀ A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be posted way earlier than 10:30 PM EST but I completely forgot I had this sitting and waiting to post (it was a long day) but HERE IT IS!!! I love the idea of Yoongi casually just being like yeah I’ll get you to come or whatever, let’s do it sdfjdfogijdfrgi thank you so much for being a reader and requesting something - silent or talkative reader, I'm just happy you're here and that you enjoy my writing! Thank you for being here.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |

“You what?” You ask Yoongi, breath shaky. “Don’t play around like that, it’s not very funny.”

It’s rare that you can’t tell if Yoongi is making a joke or not. Though his humor is quiet like the night sky outside and soft like the sweater he’s draped in, you know Yoongi. Know him well enough to detect the subtle notes of a joke in his hushed words, know to listen amid the loud voices of your friends for a quiet jest, spoken softly just for you. 

Now, though, you’re a little unsure. 

Everyone has said for years that your friendship with Yoongi is too friendly. You vehemently disagree: affection between friends should be encouraged and treasured. Being able to platonically hold hands, share beds, and offer physical affection isn’t something reserved for lovers. You adamantly believe in this - always have. 

But… it is different with Yoongi. You think about how you always hold Taehyung’s hand, how you let him curl into your side during movies, or how he nests in your bed when he grows too tired for parties. Taehyung is particularly affectionate, but it does feel different.

“Let me make you cum,” Yoongi repeats, as though he’s reflecting on the weather outside. He’s on his knees on the couch next to you, hands resting in his lap. “No one should have to go through their adult life without partners making them cum.”

You roll your eyes. “Plenty of people can’t cum for a number of reasons, Yoongi.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Let me try anyway.”

“Why do you care?”

He tilts his head. “Because you’re you. And I’m good at making people cum. It feels like an obvious answer.”

“We’re best friends.”

“My point exactly. Look, if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I-”

You shake your head and wave him off. “No, I just. Didn’t expect the offer and it made me nervous.”

“Nervous how?”

Letting out a long exhale, you rest your head on the back of the couch and look up at the ceiling. Your warm mug of tea is abandoned and the drama on the TV plays on, silent in the background. You chew the inside of your cheek, wondering how to string your words together. 

With anyone else, you’d feel embarrassed or nervous. With Yoongi, your anxiety is significantly less. Even if you speak the words on your mind, you’re sure it won’t change things. You’ve been through your fair share of oversharing, never shamed, never turned away. 

It’s how you started this conversation about your sex life in the first place.

So you decide to be honest. 

“Nervous like, I’m into it and I want to try it out, but I don’t want it to make our dynamic weird.” 

“It’s not weird for me if it’s not weird for you. I’m sorry I offered so bluntly.” 

Your lips twitch and you reach out, taking his hand in yours. Yoongi has beautiful hands. Long fingers with knobby knuckles, blunt nails and gentle fingertips, calloused palms. You’ve mapped the structure of his palm hundreds of times, know the shapes of the lines on them, and watched a palm reader chart the stars on them. 

Yoongi’s hands are where you’re safest. 

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t violate a boundary.” His mouth is soft when he smiles, his eyes are dark when he watches you. He’s so pretty. A soft thing with round cheeks, kind eyes, and gentle smiles. Quiet. Confident. “You really wanna try?” 

Yoongi’s grin turns feral. “I do.” 

“Alright.”

It starts with him leading you to your room, hand holding yours gently. It starts with a shy smile and hungry eyes, Yoongi watching you as you sit on the edge of your bed, unsure and giving him a questioning gaze. His hands are confident when he makes you move backward, shuffling until you’re in the middle of your bed on your back. 

Yoongi joins you on the bed, kneeling next to you. He watches as he reaches out, brushing his fingertips over your thigh. His touch is featherlight, making you shiver. He doesn’t do anything but this at first, tracing the shape of your clothed hip, up the sides of your rips, under the curve of your breast. 

Your breath catches, fixated on Yoongi as he outlines your curves. His eyes flicker to your face, drinking in your expression when he draws his fingers over the swell of your tits and over your nipple. The stimulation is barely there but it spikes. You inhale sharply and he smirks as he keeps going, brushing over your throat, and under your jaw, feeling your pulse. 

“Pretty,” he murmurs. He takes you by the chin, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “What do you like?” 

It’s hard to answer. Yoongi’s hand leaves your mouth and trails back down to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. It’s a barely-there ghost of a grip and he raises his eyebrow. You nod, unable to string together an answer. He squeezes gently before continuing his exploration downward again.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth. This Yoongi is one you’ve never experienced. He’s quiet as always, but the silence is heavier. Pointed. He bites his bottom lip a little as he passes your stomach and dips between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt. 

“Yeah?” he asks when your hips twice. 

You feel heat lick through you, pooling between your legs. Your fingers twist in the sheets in anticipation. Heat pulses from your pussy, panties getting damp and Yoongi’s has barely touched you. It’s the way he looks at you, the way he presses his thumb against your swelling clit. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, voice watery. “I’m pretty into it.”

“I can tell,” he teases. He leans down, keeping one hand between your legs, gently applying pressure and circling his fingers as his lips search for yours. “You’re already wet, huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t let you answer. His lips capture yours and you sigh into his mouth, hands coming up automatically to wrap around his neck. It feels so natural. His hair is soft between your fingers and his mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the peppermint tea he drank earlier. 

Kissing Yoongi is heady. He controls the kiss, keeping the pace slow as if he’s savoring you. Your thighs close around his hand as he presses through your shorts harder. When he introduces his tongue to your mouth, it takes your breath away. 

Breaking the kiss, Yoongi mouths at your jaw. You arch into him, running your hands down his chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his sweater. One of your hands goes to his wrist pressed into the mattress by your head, holding onto him, the other goes to his hand between your legs, laying your fingers on his, pressing.

He hums, the buzz of his mouth against the underside of your jaw maddening. Together, you peel your shorts down your legs. Yoongi shuffles closer to you, your thigh pressed against his as he continues to kneel next to you, heat radiating from his body.

Yoongi traces the trim of your panties. You watch him, your mouth parted as you breathe unsteadily. He is solely focused on you. You can feel the slick sticking to the silk, watching as he drags a finger near your hip, his touch tantalizing. 

Maybe this is what you were missing. Yoongi takes his time, dragging out the feeling of his hands on you. Works you up as he removes your shirt and bra next. You feel drunk on him already, nipples pebbling in the cold room. His nails scratch lightly up your stomach to your chest. He smirks as he traces slow, lazy circles around your nipples, eyes glancing up to watch your expression. 

“Why?” you ask, hissing at the light stimulation. You want more. 

“No one is in a rush,” he mutters. His voice is low, raspy. “Are you?”

When you shake your head, he smiles, pinching a nipple between two fingers. A curse drips from your mouth and your hips buck. You close your eyes, letting Yoongi tweak one nipple then the other, letting him guide you through. The stimulation feels good - otherworldly, even, when he bends down and flicks the tip of his tongue over one playfully. 

“No,” you sigh. “Not in a rush.” 

His teeth scrape your sensitive bud and your head rolls back, pushing into the mattress. “Good. Relax, let me take care of you.”

Tension melts out of your body. You didn’t realize you were so tense until he pointed it out. You let yourself sink into the feeling of Yoongi sucking gently on the peak of your right nipple while his thumb brushes back and forth over the other. The stimulation feels good, your head lolling to the side as you breath shakily. 

Yoongi is slow. He takes his time running his tongue across your chest, air cooling is spit as he goes. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb for attention. He notices, nipping his way back up to your neck as he slides a hand down between your legs, pressing your panties into your sticky folds. 

“Fuck,” you sigh. He nuzzles your neck, tongue swipe over the sensitive spot of your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking wet.”

“Good.” His words are muffle as he sucks at your tender skin. You angle your head, giving him better access. It feels like the bed is spinning wildly, a compass lost in an electromagnetic field. “Tell me at any point if something doesn’t feel good or you want something else.”

“Okay.”

You open your eyes and smile. It’s so Yoongi to make sure he asks what you want. So Yoongi to remind you that he’s here for you. That as he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, he’s determined to provide for you. To get you off. 

A moan slips out of your mouth when it comes into contact with your dripping cunt. He avoids touching your clit directly, fingers spreading your folds as he teases your hole experimentally. It feels good - whether it’s because it’s Yoongi or because you’re already worked up, it doesn’t matter. 

Yoongi circles around your clit deftly a few times, making your hips wiggle. A tingle settles in your stomach, fingers twisting in the sheets.

When he retracts his hand, you open your eyes. He watches you steadily lifting his fingers to pop them between pink lips and oh. He hums around his fingers, making a show of rolling his tongue around them, tasting your juices. He slides them slowly out of his mouth, hypnotizing you. 

“Mmm.” He grins and reaches to slide your underwear off. “Can’t wait to eat you out. First, I’m gonna make you come.”

Never in your friendship would you have imagined Yoongi to be like this. It would be a lie to say you’d never thought what it might be like to have him like this, his hands peeling your underwear off. The scrap of the silk on your legs is heady, every part of your skin extra sensitive. 

Lips parts, eyes fixed, you watch him toss the underwear to the side. He shuffles so that one knee rests against his leg, the other spread flat on the mattress for him. There is a split second where you feel vulnerable, spread open for him to see how much of a mess you are at the barely stimulation. You start to close your leg but Yoongi shakes his head, hand brushing down your inner thigh.

Slowly, Yoongi drags a finger up your slit to your entrance, massaging lightly with his finger before sinking in slowly. You let out a long breath, your walls clenching around his finger. It doesn’t provide a lot of stretch, but it feels good, the pad of his pointer stroking your inner wall. 

At first, Yoongi is slow. Familiarizing himself with your warm, wet heat. He picks up the pace then, stroking deeply, ensuring to push up against that soft spot inside of you. It drives you crazy. Crazier, still, when he leans down and attaches his mouth to yours, tongues tangling as he fingers you leisurely. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters against your mouth. “You’ve got a wet little cunt.”

“Not usually,” you admit. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends a little. Your entire body is radiating with heat, sweat slicking your skin. “Fuck, it feels good. Doesn’t usually.”

“No?” he sucks harshly at your jaw and your eyes flutter shut. 

“No. Usually they jack hammer their fingers into my pussy.”

His laugh is hot on your skin. “Nah, just gotta find the spot.” 

Yoongi has found the spot. Makes it ten times better when he adds another finger, giving you something more substantial to grip on. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, slick sounds filling the room. He adds his thumb to the mix, pressing down on your clit. You gasp his name, hips bucking against his hand, dripping into his palm.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck yourself onto my hand the way you like.” 

Together, you work yourself up to the edge. Yoongi doesn’t pause for a moment, doesn’t complain that his wrist is tired, doesn’t stop tonguing your sensitive spot on your neck until you’re clinging to him, coming around his fingers in a wet, messy squelch. 

You shake as he thrusts his fingers a few more times, the slopping sound of his palms smacking your pussy intoxicating. You feel like liquid, blurry at the edges and warm. 

“Holy shit,” you sigh. Yoongi pulls his fingers from your hole and you immediately squirm, hating the empty feeling. “That was just from your fingers?”

“Uh huh.” You watch as he licks his fingers again, grinning around them. Your stomach flips, cunt still leaking, begging for more. “Now watch what happens when I eat this pussy.” 

#yoongi smut #suga smut #bts smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi fic #suga fic #min yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongix you #suga x you #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #minors dni #minors do not interact

[porcelana-r0ta]

The Curse of Sight

Summary: When Wes Weston meets Time Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat. 

Word Count: 2690

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44788813

[Part 2]

When Wes Weston's parents divorced, they decided that he should stay with his dad in Amity Park. After all, small town Amity is much safer than big city Gotham, where his mother was moving in order to accept a promotion with Wayne Enterprises. Wes, in order to still see his mom, would visit her in Gotham every summer and every other holiday.

Of course, Amity soon became more dangerous than Gotham could even dream of thanks to the hell portal in the Fenton's basement that killed and bore Phantom, but whatever. No one ever listened to Wes anyway, and he learned to shut his mouth when Sam Manson shoved him against the lockers and asked him what he thought would happen to Danny Fenton if the Ghost Investigation Ward ever believed his “crazy as shit imagination.”

She was still playing the "Wes is crazy" game, even when defending her boyfriend.

Still, she was right. Danny was safer without him trying to convince Amity's negligent populace that Danny was Phantom. (Even if it absolutely drove him mad that no one but him was capable of making the connection between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom.) So he shut up. He deleted his conspiracy theory blog and even asked Tucker Foley to wipe all remnants of its existence from the internet, a request which his classmate happily obliged. He even said, "I'm glad you're moving on from this whole Fenton-Phantom obsession, Wes."

Professional gaslighters, the lot of them.

So yes, Wes had thoroughly given up on the superhero ID evidence schemes by the time he left to visit his mom after his freshman year of high school. He had made peace with it and settled back into reading mystery novels or movies and solving the case before the protagonists in place of proving Phantom’s ID.

When he came to Gotham, he had to get a new library card so he could keep up with his mystery novel hyperfixation. He happens to take just a little too long in the library, so by the time he has a nice stack of books to check out, it's dark outside.

Great, walking back to my mother's apartment in the dark in Gotham. Seems super safe.

Well, Gotham is no Amity, right?

So he marches on and tries not to be too resigned when he's inevitably yanked into an alleyway even though the apartment is only three blocks from the library.

Classic.

It's just a man with a gun, his face obscured with a hood and a red bandana. He's literally nothing compared to Pariah Dark or Undergrowth or Dr. Spectra or even the fucking Box Ghost.

"Let me guess," he says. "You want any cash I have, right?"

"Kid, shut the hell up and fork over your money," says the man, and Wes sighs. The mugger didn't even wave around his gun or give an impassioned speech about stealing someone's pelt.

"Original," Wes intones. "But I'm fifteen. And everyone knows young people don't carry cash anymore. I guess I could give you my mom's emergency credit card that she gave me, but she did say it was for emergencies only, so."

The man just stares at him. Wes shuffles uncomfortably.

"Oh! And I could just cancel the card before you use it," Wes adds into the silence.

"You don't consider being held at gunpoint an emergency?" the mugger finally asks, looking uncertain.

"Should I?" Wes wonders aloud. Sam had been much scarier when she threatened him.

"You said you're fifteen? And you don't have a Gothamite accent?" the man offers his reasoning, as if it's any kind of logical. He'd fit in well in Amity for that trait alone.

"Gothamites always think they're so superior." He has to roll his eyes. "Guns aren't that scary. You know what is scary? Your whole town being dragged into the dimension of death for three days. This is nothing. This city is nothing." You are nothing. He knows better than to say that last part, though;

"Christ, kid, you're crazy." The man shook his head and pulled the hammer of his gun back. "Just-- give me the watch you're wearing."

Wes sighs again, "Whatever, I'm not fighting for it." It was literally just a cheap Walmart watch. But just as he goes to unlatch the watch from his wrist, a caped vigilante swings down from the rooftops and kicks the mugger straight into the pavement.

The mugger doesn't get back up.

"Thanks, Red Robin," Wes dutifully says, even though he's pretty sure the man was A) not really that much of a threat, and B) going to have serious brain trauma now.

"It's no problem," the vigilante says. "You're a little young to be out this late, though."

Well, that's rude. It's only 7:00 pm. The only reason it's dark at all is thanks to Gotham's pollution problem. (Maybe they should let Poison Ivy just go fucking feral, like Sam suggests.)

Wes doesn't say that. Instead he says: "Didn't you start crime fighting when you were, like, twelve?"

Red Robin sputters, but Wes continues, "And the first Robin couldn't have been more than nine. I have never picked a fight with hardened criminals." Do ghosts count as criminals? Surely not. What right does Wes have to dictate the morals of being from a completely different dimension? "So I think I'm doing better than you in the safety department, no offense."

Well, doing better in Gotham. But the Justice League doesn't need to know about Amity Park, so he'll leave that part out.

"I-- just--" Red Robin struggles for a second, and then clears his throat. "Why don't I escort you home?"

"I'm two blocks away, but thanks. And thanks again for the---" he waves to the unconscious mugger. Definitely brain damaged.

"Yeah, no problem." And then he grapples away.

Phantom's much cooler. Not that he'll ever say that in front of Danny, Sam, or Tucker. Or anyone from Amity.

He makes it safely home, even if he does pretend to not notice the Bat stalking him from above. And of course, once he recounts his tale to his mother, she freaks out that he'd been nearly mugged, and tries to ban him from doing anything in Gotham at all.

"Mom, I can't just stay inside the house all day. I refuse to spend my whole summer on Netflix." He wants to at least go sightseeing.

Her mouth goes into a thin line and her eyes are as fiery as her red hair.

"Fine," she says. "Then you can get a job."

His stomach drops, "What?"

"A job. My floor needs a new intern, and I found just the perfect person."

"No, Mom, you can't," he pleads. "A Wayne Enterprises job? I'll be known as a nepo-baby for life!"

"Well, too bad. You should have thought of that before being mugged."

"Almost mugged, Mom! Almost! Red Robin was there!" When he sees that this point is getting him nowhere, he switches tactics, "Mom, the Waynes are held hostage, like, every other week! Do you really want me in closer proximity to them?"

She lifts her chin and sniffs, "I'll be there to watch out for you. And an intern won't have any reason to be next to a Wayne, anyway."

He groans, "Mom, please. It's my summer vacation!"

"And you're my son. Discussion over. You start in two days."

He groans again, "Do I at least get paid? Or is Brucie Wayne like every other rich white dude out there?"

"Wes, sweetie, you're white--"

"But not rich," he grumbles.

"But yes, you'll be paid. Every position with Wayne Enterprises is paid."

He crosses his arms, "At least there's that, I guess."

His mom walks to him to hug him and kiss his forehead.

"I'll handle the paperwork tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll love it there!"

Well, spoiler alert: he doesn't.

He's basically a go-fer, fetching paper or ink or photos or files and most usually, lunch from across the street or donuts or coffee. Especially coffee. And his mom's coworkers kinda suck because hey, the Wayne's executive PR manager just hired her own kid for a coveted Wayne internship. No one likes the idea of someone being here who doesn't deserve it. So he is really sent on the most stupid, tedious errands possible for an intern.

He called it: he's the resident nepo-baby, beaten only by Brucie Wayne's very own brood of nepo-babies.

Suddenly, just letting that mugger fill him with hot lead doesn't look so bad. Maybe he would have become a ghost! Haunting Danny would have been fun. Or Ember and the others of her nature make it look fun, anyway.

The Fenton thermos part would probably be uncomfortable, though.

"This sucks," Wes mutters to himself, balancing three carrying cartons of Batbucks (Gotham's stupid parody of Starbucks since they have to be special and not like other girls in every aspect possible) coffee with just two arms, staring helplessly at the elevator call button in front of him.

"Need an assist?" calls a familiar voice, though Wes can't place from where.

"Yes, please!" Wes says gratefully, looking up at a face with blue eyes, black hair, and a familiar jawline.

Wait a second.

"Here, I'll get that for you," says the man, who is really more like a teenager, since it's goddamn Timothy Drake-Wayne, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises at just seventeen years old. "Going up, I assume?" he gives a charming laugh as he presses the up button, the kind one practices to perfection to ace media interviews and entertain the wealthy elite at galas.

"Yes, thank you, sir," Wes says, and takes the time to really study Drake-Wayne's eyes. And sure enough, he can recognize makeup covering up purple eyebags, just like he could on Fenton.

No. Please, Lord, I'll go back to church. Just don't let it be true.

"Yeah, no problem!" Drake-Wayne says, which really just seals the deal. Wes quietly dies inside, and also curses God. "I'm glad to be of service! Interns doing coffee runs really are doing God's work. And there's no need to call me sir. Tim will do just fine."

"Right... Tim," Wes says uncertainly. He kind of wants the elevator doors to open up and reveal a pitch black hole to drop into, but when the bell rings and the doors slide open, it's just the same ol' regular elevator it's always been. Damn.

So. The boss of this whole entire company is Red Robin. Makes sense, seems legit. He figured out that Plasmius was the mayor of Amity, too, didn't he? So why shouldn't all billionaires be playing dress up and fight crime or be the crime? What's stopping them all, really, when wealth is a superpower all on its own?

Wait, fuck. So. If Tim started out as a Robin when he was twelve-ish. And apparently billionaires are playing dress up. Then doesn't that mean...?

Oh, God. Couldn't he go one season without figuring out some superpowered person's secret identity? Is that too much to ask?

And of course, after figuring Tim and goddamn Brucie Wayne out, it's not so hard to see the correlations between the introduction of every other Wayne brat to the debut of each Robin.

He shakily steps into the elevator, "And how do you normally take your coffee?"

"With the maximum amount of espresso the barista can legally give me," is Tim's immediate answer.

Just like Danny.

And even worse, Tim steps into the elevator after him.

"What floor?" he asks, and Wes feels stupid. Obviously he was going to come in: why offer help at all if he wasn't going to push the floor button for Wes?"

"Uh, 73," Wes says.

Tim nods and presses the according number, and then takes one of the cartons from Wes as the doors closed.

Hopefully, any nerves that Wes is showing can be played off as the nerves an intern would get when they somehow get stuck with the Actual Big Boss™ , and then said Boss™ tries to take the shit they're carrying.

"Uh, you don't have to do that," Wes says nervously. "I can carry them all, really!"

"Don't be silly," the literal co-CEO of his workplace says, as if Wes is in some fucked up Wattpad fic. "Again, where would any of us be without the ones who bring us coffee?"

"In bed?" Wes offers nervously. "Sleeping?"

Tim laughs, but his smile looks more like a smirk, "I guess you're right!"

"But seriously, I can carry the coffee. It's my job. And it'll look weird to everyone if they see the CEO helping me do my job."

"It's no trouble!" Tim insists, and then emphasizes his point by stealing the second carton in Wes's hands. "See? And my employees will be glad to see that I value every employee and am always willing to help out!"

Haha yeah, thought Wes. Too bad they'll never know just how much you help out, right?

Finally, the elevator dings, and Wes is released from one prison to another.

Thanks to the normal chaos of working at Wayne Enterprises, no one immediately notices that the co-CEO is carrying the bulk of the load. Instead, they all hone in on the scent of coffee, and they lunge.

"Thanks, Weston!" the few who are clear-minded enough to remember manners manage to say, even as most of them take their orders from a black haired wunderkind instead of a redheaded conspiracy theorist with the curse of Cassandra.

"Of course," Wes says nervously, and then finally some recognition starts sparking in the coffee-hungry eyes of exhausted PR employees who are always trying to handle some wacky Wayne hijinks.

"You're Weston," says his mom's assistant, Jade, pointing at Wes, and then slowly pointing to Tim, "and you're.... Oh, Mr. Drake-Wayne! Here, let me get that for you!" She yanks the empty cartons out of Tim's hands and shoved them into Wes's. Luckily, his carrying carton had been emptied, too, so he doesn’t get coffee spilled all over him and the floor.  "Here, Weston, go dispose of these! Why were you making Mr. Drake-Wayne carry them? It's your job to get coffee, not our CEO's! He has better things to do. In fact, he probably needs to speak to Ms. Rolland."

Ms. Rolland as in his mother, who went back to her maiden name after the divorce.

"Now hold on," says Tim, his eyes alight with anger. "I offered to help Weston out, and I have no need to speak with Penny. I was just helping out one of my employees."

"Oh," says Jade, taking a step back. "Of- of course, sir! Weston, here, I'll take these cartons back. And sir, it's very kind of you to help out."

"I try," Tim says dryly. Wes notices he doesn't tell Jade to not call him sir. "You should probably get back to work."

"Of course, sir." And with the cartons in her hands, she scurries off in the direction of his mom's office, where she'll probably complain about how her kid made Jade look like a fool in front of the Actual Big Boss™.

"Uh, thanks," he tells Tim. "But you really didn't have to help me. It is my job, after all." Unwilling or not.

"It's no problem!" Tim repeats, and Wes wants to bang his head into a wall. "And hey, next time you do a coffee run, forget the others and just grab my order." His words are accompanied by a wink, and Wes is pretty sure it's supposed to be weird rich people humor, so he laughs, and pretends his heart isn’t beating into his ears.

"As much espresso as possible," he plays along, and Tim grins, pressing the call button for the elevator. It hasn't been summoned to another floor, so it opens right back up.

"Have a good day, Weston."

"It's just Wes, really," he corrects, and Tim smiles again.

"Wes," he says, and the elevator doors slide shut.

Cool cool cool. So now he just has to survive two months in Gotham while knowing the entire Batclan’s secret identities.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool....

#idk what this is it just spawned out of me #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp fic #danny phantom x dc #danny phantom #dc #batman #red robin dc #tim drake #wes weston #wesley weston #is this wes weston x tim drake? #you decide! #one shot

[randomblack-girl]

Astro notes 🧜🏾‍♀️

I noticed Saturn in the 9th house might show signs of religious issues like maybe religious beliefs were pushed onto them when they were young and this made them dislike religion or feel uncomfortable with it. I have this placement and I hate when people start talking to me about religion. Especially to fix my problems like girl God isn't gonna fix my crippling depression...enough

This could also show signs of going to college late or not wanting to. Maybe being conservative? But I haven't seen that, quite the opposite surprisingly.

Jupiter in the first house come off as nerdy or like they know a lot or very ditzy maybe both.

I've noticed sag risings, degrees, or jupiter rising have eye problems.

Saturn in the 6th house like to go on diets or they just do for some reason. And they stick to it they take their health seriously probably work out often too.

Pisces venus/5th house love anything with romance, fantasy, magic and spiritual stuff like Crystals. Here's some recommendations for yall 😍

Caraval by Stephanie Garber I love this book SO MUCH just read all 3 books and her other series once upon a broken heart eats too

Idc imma put it here...The Selection series and I don't wanna hear no slander 🙅🏾‍♀️

Now you see me- the movie I just watched it and omg why is it so good !?

I think the 5th house talks about music taste along with venus. My sister has a sag venus and listens to music in Spanish she also has Uranus in her 5th house and listens to pop. And I'd say music that isn't mainstream she loves Rina Sawayama and Rosalia.

I have pisces venus in my 5th house and I listen to mostly pop-indie music. I'm a pop and rnb girlie. I don't listen to mainstream music really and I kinda write mainstream artists off sometimes. My favorite artists are probably tyler the creator and willow. I also don't really "stan" anyone I really just listen to whatever is good. I rarely stick to an artist or have a favorite. I listen to one or two songs by one artist usually then move on its rare for me to like most of their music. I noticed something similar with my sister.

I have lilith in the 11th house and tell me why damn near my whole grade hated me 😻🤭. It was mostly guys too and I also experienced cyber bullying.

Lilith in the 6th house might show issues with their health or body. I knew someone who has this placement and they have diabetes. But it could just mean being insecure about their body.

Lilith in the 11th house are the ones sending and getting n*des too like unsolicited pictures or sexual comments. Maybe they do s*x work online or thought of it. Anything negative or sexual that includes the internet. Omg this placement reminds me of Kat from Euphoria!! Damn no wonder I related to her 💀

Chiron in the 9th house might show religious trauma. This is the placement for people who grew up in the black church...iykyk.

Venus in the 2nd house have nice lips like plump and little with a prominent cupids bow. My sister has this placement and she has such cute lips!

Capricorn rising and Saturn aspects to the asc tend to be skinny the type to eat whatever and never gain weight. It could be an insecurity I have Saturn square my asc and I've always been insecure about being skinny. I've also noticed they can be tall or look tall. Basically the tall and lanky type.

8th house neptune/pisces idk but something with drugs. May become addicted to substances, die from them, die in mysterious ways.

I knew someone with their sun in the 12th house and they talked about not knowing themself and being a different person to fit in.

Gemini moons love to read but they might struggle to actually read because of their other interests.

Moon in the 8th house might be like their mom. They might look like their mom or just be similar. Just a theory but maybe it would be like that with other planets like sun in the 8th house might be like the father, venus might be like their partner, mercury like their sibling. But I'm not sure.

Leo, 5th house placements, or sun dominant might love yellow, gold, and stuff with the sun. I'm sun dominant and love gold and sun jewelry I kinda refuse to wear silver unless I have to 🤭.

Moon people might love silver I know a guy who had moon in his first house who loved silver.

Capricorn rising/Saturn rising might have something with their bones. I know a guy who is cancer rising with Saturn in his first house who talked about getting silver grills. He also had pointy knees 😭 and his teeth were sharp, fang like? And he talked about hating them. He was also tall (he was so fine chile 😩) but we must stay focused!

Gemini men will tell you anything chile...I was dating (this was middle school so I don't really claim him but anyway) this guy with a gemini venus. He told me he was into black girls (whole time he's racist) and ended up cheating on me with a white girl 😭. Now again this was middle school so take it with a grain of salt ig.

Idc what planets but having a lot of planets in the 4th house is usually not a good thing 😬. Most people with this I've noticed had a traumatic childhood.

#astro observations #zodiac signs #saturn placements #jupiter in the first house #4th house #astrology #Capricorn #leo #5th house #chiron #Lilith

[yesimwriting]

Final Girl (Part 6)

A/n your comments, reblogs, and likes have helped me through this rough patch immensely :)) not to be pushy but,, comments really make my day :)

Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at  Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s. 

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of Ghostface’s phone call leaves Y/n a little reliant on some good friends. 

Final Girl Series Masterlist  (updated parts 1 - 9 and extras)

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Billy’s breathing doesn’t reveal enough about what he’s feeling, but considering how silent the two of us have been, I have absolutely nothing else to go off of. 

I should leave him alone, I stomped on his foot, locked him outside while a murderer was watching us, threatened him with a knife, and accused him of being a murderer. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t hate me, I really shouldn’t push. 

If it wasn’t for Billy, I don’t think I would have gotten through the aftermath of the phone call. He convinced me that the police wouldn’t care that I had been drinking and when I couldn’t form the words, he gave them the information over the phone. He also helped me call my mom. 

When Dewey finally got to the house, he seemed a little more like an older brother asking me what happened with genuine care and compassion instead of some kind of officer desperate for answers. It was nice, the kind of energy and patience I needed. He even offered to take me to his house so I could sleep over with Tatum, but remembering how drunk she was at the party, I had a feeling she might not be coming home. I don’t know what she told her parents and I really don’t want to get her in trouble or interrupt her time with Stu (since he threw such a hissy fit this morning), so I insisted I could tough it out. Dewey didn’t seem convinced until Billy offered to stay the night, just so I wouldn’t be alone. 

The offer comforted me as much as it annoyed me. All I wanted was to prove that I didn’t need anyone, and now Billy’s weird group date night party thing has been cut short because of me. Technically, it’s not my fault. It’s not like I asked some murderer to call me, and he’s trying to be nice. Or at least, I think he is. And it’s not like he was the one complaining about me today, he even tried making me feel better by saying he’d take me to the bookstore tomorrow. 

Despite knowing all of this, my awkward and uncomfortable emotions that have been amplified by both panic and alcohol would have had me sending Billy home if I had the chance. But Billy’s offer was the only thing that seemed to get Dewey to relax and before he left he made both of us promise that we’d stay put and keep a phone on us in case of emergency. I couldn’t kick Billy out after that, not with the way Dewey physically eased. 

I guess it’s fair. Two is always better than one in these kinds of things, that’s why splitting up in a scary movie is always a bad idea. And if I had to make a cursory assumption about Billy’s physical appearance, he seems kind of strong, I guess. Not that I’ve ever paid attention to his physique or anything. And it’s not like he’s going fight off a killer, or whatever. But Dewey seemed to be comforted by the idea, and after tonight, if I have to choose between potentially bothering Billy and potentially bothering Stu by stealing Tate from him... 

And, if I’m being completely honest, the thought of being alone is absolutely nauseating. Before leaving, my mom always drills me on self defense. The whole ‘gun’s in the safe’ talk. Honestly, I’m pretty sure the fact that my mom’s been taking me to the shooting range since I was legally old enough to in Texas is the only reason she felt comfortable leaving me alone. But I’ve been drinking, and shooting at a target is nothing compared to shooting at a person. 

Also, unfortunately, I’ve come to realization that Billy’s presence is comforting. He lingers, sometimes at a distance, sometimes close. Like a cat.

“What are you thinking about?” It’s a fair question, I guess. We’ve both been through some stuff tonight, and we’re both tense, but it’s not like we can both sit at an awkward distance from each other and stare off into space until morning. 

Not trusting myself to not stare at him, I drop my gaze from the wall and onto my lap. My mind is racing a mile a minute, and a weird combination of dread, panic, and guilt have been drowning out all rational thoughts since Dewey left, but none of that feels like the right thing to say, so I go with the literal answer. “Nothing much, just that you’re kind of like the cat my mom never let me get.” 

He lets out a breath that could be annoyed or amused. I’m too much of a coward to look up at him and check. “You’re not that predictable.” 

His tone is so specific it takes a second to sink in. The words came out low and cautious, like he was admitting some kind of weakness he didn’t expect himself to express. But they also felt a little like shy praise.

 “Thanks, I guess, weirdo.” Finally looking up at him, I realize that he’s already looking at me. “Thought I was easy to read.” 

Billy tilts his head downwards, a strand of hair falling across his face. “You can’t hide what you’re feeling, but that doesn’t make me a mind reader.” 

Did Billy move closer to me at some point and I just didn’t notice? Or did...I somehow move? “That was a very polite way of telling me that I say weird things.” 

“No,” if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was smiling, “I meant it in a good way. It’s...refreshing.” Billy pauses, eyebrows just barely drawing together like he’s debating something, “You’re refreshing.” 

The admission comes out almost soft. I grin at his awkward wording. “Keeping you on your toes, just how I like it.” 

My bad joke lands even though Billy tries to hide his slight smile behind a controlled smirk. “One minute you’re accusing me of murder and the next you’re making jokes. I’m definitely on my toes.” 

I can’t tell if the switch is meant to be lighthearted, but I react regardless. Turning my head away, I clasp a hand over my mouth a little too dramatically. “I am so so sorry about that. Did I apologize for--” 

“Yes,” he cuts me off easily, “Relax, I was joking, and I get that you were scared and Stu told me that Noel said Casey’s name in front of you.” Billy hesitates, voice dropping slightly, “And I know that I said the wrong thing, but it was a lot to know that you thought I could do something like that to you.” 

Guilt feels like a spear cutting through me. All of my other feelings are small in comparison. One conversation with someone that only knows surface level Billy and that’s all it took for me to get that freaked out? And right after I started wondering if Stu could have done it just because he happened to date Casey at one point? 

Maybe it was the alcohol or the desperation to have some sense of closure. There’s a chance that I was just mad at them and my subconscious ran with that.

I let myself watch Billy openly. There’s a strange flicker of vulnerability adding a quality to his features that makes him feel less sharp. If I squint, it’s similar to the way he looked when he mentioned his mom earlier.

That strand of hair is still out of place, just barely brushing against the tip of his nose. I don’t know what gets my hand to move, but while I’m imagining how satisfying it’d be to have that strand pushed back into place, my arm extends. My movements are slow as I tuck his hair behind his ear. 

Billy lets me, only reacting to wrap long fingers around my wrist once I’ve accomplished my goal. There’s a lot I could say about my down spiral. I could tell him that he was my second suspect during a 10 minute trail down a dark rabbit hole. I could tell him that I was so out of it that I wanted to go to Casey’s house alone at night while drunk. 

Instead I say, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” It’s the truth, and somehow it feels like the only thing worth saying. 

He holds my gaze for a little too long. With no warning, Billy moves my arm, pressing a quick kiss to the inside of my wrist. 

Ignoring the strange warmth that follows the gesture, I turn my head. “I was so out of it and desperate for answers I wanted to go to Casey’s house. You were right to make me go home.” With a self deprecating laugh, I pull my hand back. “I just wish I could’ve proven that I could go one night without having some sort of crisis.”

“I like your crises,” Billy says after a beat, “They end up making me look like a good guy and it’s nice to be needed every once in awhile.” 

I look over at him, glaring as he grins. His sudden lightheartedness is shocking, and a tiny bit infuriating, but not unwelcome. I like the way he gets when it’s just us or us and Stu. 

The thought of Stu hits me a little too hard. It’d be nice to know that things with Stu are okay. Plus I...begrudgingly kind of, maybe miss him a tiny bit.

Billy being around is great, but after tonight, it’d feel settling to have our trio all together and safe. 

Rolling my eyes, I adjust my position on the couch. “One, I don’t think you need me to make you look like a good guy, and two, I’d keep you around even if I was completely stable.” 

“Really?” There’s a bit of smugness behind the humor in his voice. “Keep me around?” 

I halfheartedly glare at him, shoving his arm. “Maybe I like you.”

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t make it weird.” 

He grabs my hand, squeezing it slightly. “You okay?” 

Ugh. Of course he’d notice that tiny shift. Billy’s so perceptive it’d unnerve me if he was anyone else. “If I admit something you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“I can keep a secret.” 

It’s not exactly the assurance I wanted, because him being able to and willing to keep a secret are separate things. Something tells me not much goes unshared between him and Stu. “Is it weird I kinda miss Stu?” The admission is embarrassing, but it’s probably the least awkward thing I’ve said all night. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still mad at him and he was a total asshole, but he’s like my asshole, y’know?” 

The corner of Billy’s mouth turns upwards. There’s something about his expression that I don’t understand, but it’s not a bad thing. “I get it.” He shifts slightly without letting go of my hand. “You should call him tomorrow, he’d like it more than he’d admit. Not a lot of people go out of their way to reach out to him first.”  

I’m not wasted or naive enough to not notice how intentional Billy’s final comment feels. I can see why he’d want Stu and I to make up sooner rather than later. No one likes it when their friends are fighting. I have half a mind to call him out on it, but decide against it. Sure, it might have been a point he kept to himself under different circumstances, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.

It’s hard to picture Stu, who’s always so outgoing and himself as lonely or unwanted. He’s always throwing parties and included in things. But parties don’t necessarily mean a lot of friends. Anyone would be willing to spend a Saturday night drinking free alcohol in a parentless house. And it’s possible to feel like you’re not important while surrounded by a large friend group. Plus his parents are always gone. Two nights without my mom and I’m losing it, I can’t imagine what coming home to an empty house every day must feel like.

But it’s no excuse. It’s not like I’ll be mad at him forever, but it’s deserved for now. “I will when I feel a little better.” 

Billy pauses, thinking through what I just said. “He’ll cool off. It’s more about this week than you.” Right. His sister, his parents.

I must be more tipsy than I realized because I blurt out a question that I’ve managed to keep to myself for awhile, “What is the whole thing with his sister?”

A switch immediately flips. He doesn’t really move or do anything, but there’s a shift behind his eyes. A change so slight and certain I wouldn’t have noticed if it had felt any less harsh. I don’t know why, but I know that that was the wrong thing to say. I’m pushing us towards what’s considered unsteady territory.

“I-I just mean that I know they don’t get along because of that time at his house with the picture, remember? I’m not saying it’s anything, just that I--I don’t have any siblings, so for all I know all siblings are like that.” I scratch the back of my wrist, vaguely reflecting on that cliche expression about cats. “I-I have a step-sister, technically, and I can barely stand her and I only see her on holidays, so actual siblings must be...”  

He turns his head enough to watch my expression. There’s something about the draw of Billy’s eyebrows that eases me. Something in my jumble of words has intrigued him. “You have a step-sister?” 

Ugh. I think I’d rather him be mad at me. Shrugging, I answer honestly, “My dad got married when I was nine. His wife had a daughter that was ten.” 

“You don’t like them.” 

It’s not a question, but I can feel that he’s expecting some kind of elaboration from me. “Not particularly.” It’s not what he wants, but I’m not exactly chatty when it comes to my step family. Maybe that’s how Stu and Billy feel about the parents they live with. The thought leaves me more sympathetic than before. “It killed my mom.” 

“I didn’t ask about your mom, I asked about you.” 

Wiping my palms on the couch, I stare off at nothing in particular. There’s no nice way to summarize the whole step family thing. The competition, the terrorizing while adults weren’t looking, the feeling of being replaced. The feeling of knowing the kind of dad my dad would have been to me if he had just had me a little later.  There’s an anger there that’s hard for me to acknowledge.

“The whole thing with my dad’s fucked up, and I can’t talk about it without sounding fucked up, too.” My voice is both too harsh and too honest and I regret it instantly. “Sorry, that was a lot.” 

Billy’s quiet for a long moment, expression unreadable. “Fucked up doesn’t bother me.” 

He sounds so genuine and patient that I believe him wholeheartedly. I don’t think that’s a good thing, but I tell him everything regardless. My dad, the on and off addiction, locking myself in the bathroom while he dealt with withdrawals, the way he completely changed for Charlotte and her mother, and watching my mom fall apart for someone that never loved her as much as she loved him. And, for the first time ever, I don’t keep it just factual. I tell him how it all made me feel, even though it’s not pretty.

Drinking and emotional conversations never go well together. By the time I’m done with the story, my eyes are watery. Maybe I could have blinked the tears away and played them off in front of someone else, but Billy notices everything. I take a settling breath before gently wiping my thumb across the corner of my eyes.

 “...Sorry, this is stupid. I’m too old to get this upset over my dad and his family.” I’m too self conscious to look at him, so I stare at my lap instead. “It’s extra stupid, because my mom’s so great, she’s more than enough, but it’s always been just us, and sometimes that gets lonely. Especially now that she has someone else and I--” 

It’s ridiculous. I’m not jealous of my mom having a boyfriend, but I do miss the way things were before Wells. She’s never had a super serious boyfriend before, and it’s starting to feel like she’s getting more family and I’m not.

Billy’s arm moves around my shoulder. I don’t think twice about the gesture until he pulls me into his side. His strength is surprising, but his touch isn’t harsh or overwhelming. It’s actually kind of nice. After a second, I relax into the contact.

“You don’t need him.” His body is as rigid and tense as his voice. The change in mood is fleeting. Billy recovers so quickly I nearly get whiplash as he teasingly taps his knee against mine, “You do have someone else.” 

He watches me for a long second, dark eyes taking in every detail of my expression. Up close like this, there’s something nearly soft about his features. I can make out the individual hairs of his lashes and a faint touch of barely-there freckles beneath his left eye. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed the slope of his lips before. 

I don’t know if he finds what he’s looking for in my expression because all at once, his intensity retreats with the drop of his head. “Two someones,” it’s practically shy, “Stu might be an asshole that doesn’t think before speaking, but the good thing about him is that he’s always there.” 

The sincerity and obvious fondness  that’s just so thinly veiled I know better than to call him out on it leaves me warm in a different way. It clutches at my chest. 

“Maybe for you,” I hum, hoping that my tone lightens the mood, “But I don’t think Stu’s in the mood to be there for me.” 

Letting out a slight sigh that I can’t interpret, Billy rests his head against the back of the couch. He keeps his head turned in my direction. We’re close enough that this new angle doesn’t create any distance, it just changes things a little. His breaths just barely reach my lower cheek. 

“He’s just moody because of his parents and sister. They’re both in town at the same time maybe twice a year.” Sympathy’s fangs graze against me, ready to sink in. “He cares about you, you know that.” When I don’t react immediately, Billy continues, “You’d have to considering the way he babies you.” 

Did he just? Shock and embarrassment twist oddly in my chest, making it impossible to take a full breath. My scoff comes out too small as a result. “He. Does. Not.” 

The corner of Billy’s mouth turns upwards. Great. I’ve given away that he’s struck a nerve. “You let him.” 

It’s a second bullet wound. “What? I--he doesn’t try--I wouldn’t if--you’re just making stuff up.” 

Billy takes my stuttering and inability to decide where to look like he has all the time in the world. “He peels your oranges, angel.” 

“I don’t ask him to.” My answer escapes me too quickly, too defensively. Stu does peel my oranges, but he only dos that so he can make a joke about not minding getting his hands dirty. He also does it so he can steal as many orange slices as he wants. “I--I don’t, he does it because he has a whole bit about getting his hands dirty. That’s it.”

“He waits with you by your locker at the end of the day.” 

That is not the big deal Billy is making it out to me. Stu stands next to me while I sort through my books before going home and sometimes he’ll hold things for me for a second to make things easier...but that’s not babying me. 

I open my mouth to tell Billy all of that. Before I can get the words out, a realization that I could have gone my entire life without strikes me in the chest. Hard and fast enough to nearly knock the breath out of my chest. 

Because, yes, Stu peeling oranges for me and hanging out by my locker while I go through my backpack doesn’t add up to him babying me. But that paired with Stu walking me to our shared first period after homeroom because one time a super rude football player ran into me; Stu always offering to wait up with me on the phone after a bad dream; Stu caring about my class schedule more than he cares about his.

“That’s just being a friend.” Maybe that defense could have worked if I had managed to say it normally, but I can feel my own awkwardness. There’s no way that Billy didn’t pick up on it.

He’s enjoying this too much. “I’ve been friends with him for years and he’s never peeled an orange for me. Maybe it’s because I’m not as pretty as you.” 

Stu’s reputation for flirting often outshines Billy’s. I think that’s something Billy relies on, it lets him get away with a little more. Rolling my eyes instinctually, I move to shove Billy’s shoulder. 

My fingers have just barely grazed against the fabric of his shirt before Billy’s hand wraps around my wrist. He holds me there for a second, staring at where our skin meets. In a move so quick I barely notice it, Billy pulls me closer by my arm. 

His grip tightens in a way that feels instinctual. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s something almost panicked about it. Billy’s jaw seems to lock but I can’t convince myself that it’s not just the lighting. “You should go to bed.” 

The words feel strained by something I don’t get. I’m too lost to his proximity to care. He’s so warm and there’s a sense of safety radiating off of him that I can’t think to question his intensity. It’s too relieving, too comforting. I want closer. 

That realization is worse than what we were joking about earlier. That thought scares the shit out of me. It’s a sign that I should jump back. Get away. But I--

“Don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

He blinks. My reaction seems to ease him enough to let his hand relax. His fingers ghost down my forearm. “Should still go to bed. You need rest.”

I nod, thinking that that’s my cue to scoot back, but Billy’s still holding onto my arm. This close, the bags under his eyes seem so much more prominent. A tiny pinch of guilt flares through me. He’s the one that could have been murdered because I’m slowly going insane. “So do you.”

“Then go to bed so I can.” The correlation only somewhat makes sense.

Right. He’s staying over. “You can stay in my room and I’ll sleep in my mom and Wells’s.”

It feels awkward, but there’s not much else I can do. Despite the decent size of the house, the only guest room on the property was turned into my room. The other rooms are mainly storage that Wells hasn’t gotten around to cleaning out. I guess his grandparents and great grandparents were hoarders. Maybe that’s just what happens in family homes, the stuff that’s saved to be passed down just gets shoved into back closets and unused rooms.

“You don’t want to have another sleepover?” His slight smile reveals that he does want to fluster me. That should make it less effective, but I still struggle to hold his gaze.

I try to glare, but I really doubt it comes off right. “Not sure us falling asleep in the same bed because we were too drunk to think ahead counts.”

Billy gilts his head forward. The shift is small but still oddly noticeable. I guess that’s how it is when you’re this close. Any movement closer or farther is noticeable because it feels more significant. “You’re saying you need to be drunk to get into bed with me?”

It’s just cheesy enough to get me to laugh. “You know what I mean.”

At the somewhat serious answer, Billy straightens slightly. “I want to know that you’re there.” His words are so hushed, so unlike him in their closeness to nervousness that my heart stills. “That you’re okay.”

He’s regarding me with a sharpness that doesn’t fit the low way he’s speaking. I’m struck with the feeling that there’s another layer to what he’s asking me. I almost feel like I’m being tested. If he seemed any less vulnerable I’d question it.

“You don’t think Sid would...” I don’t even know what I’m asking. Am I asking if she’d mind? If she’d think that there was something weird about it?

“No.” Billy’s answer is quick and hard, leaving no room for argument. His fingers tighten around my forearm. The change is so quick it almost feels needy. It’s different than when Stu holds on a little too authoritatively. It’s more desperate and that makes it feel more volatile.

All at once, he softens again. His hold returns to bearable. Not quite as casual as before but no longer unsettling. “She wouldn’t. She’d understand.” He says it so simply, like he has absolutely no doubts. 

He’d know better than me, I guess. They’re the ones dating, which means Billy knows Sid’s boundaries about this stuff better than I do. Which means it is really up to me.

I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t. I can’t take anymore grief tonight, anymore worries or arguments. I also know that I don’t want to be alone and that latching onto Billy like this is the most peace I’ve felt all night. “O-okay.”

He exhales, something in him relaxing at my answer. “Okay.” Billy’s voice is more sure than mine. It’s comforting enough to cut through my uncertainty. “Let’s go to bed.” 

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Rationally, I know that technically this is my second time having Billy stay in my room, but it feels a lot different without excessive alcohol. I’m not completely sober yet, I don’t think it’s physically possible to sober up that fast.

The call and panic definitely cut through my buzz, leaving me only with sluggishness that follows drinking. A tired that I can’t give into because of anxiety. 

Billy’s laying next to me, and from what I can tell, he’s breathing easily but I’m not convinced he’s asleep. Despite that, I can’t bring myself to even glance at him from the corner of my eyes. Billy has a way of noticing things like that no matter how subtle I try to be.

He moves, the hand that’s closest to mine brushes against the back of my palm. It’s likely an accident but the small rush of warmth that runs up my fingertips until it reaches my chest is so soothing it nearly gets me to ease. Or jump. Those two feelings are often hard to tell apart around him. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

He hasn’t moved any more so I remain just as still, eyes trained on the ceiling. “I’ll pass out eventually.”

“Might help if you close your eyes.” 

The way Billy just knows things would be scary if it wasn’t so annoying. “Wow, a crystal ball and a deck of cards and you could have your own booth at the fair.” 

Billy lets out a quiet laugh that’s meant to be a scoff. “The fair?” 

I roll my eyes before dutifully returning my gaze to the ceiling. “Come on, don’t tell me that there’s no fair here. It’s not like Woodsboro is some metropolitan, crowded--” 

“Sometimes I forget you’re from Texas and then you start talking about--” 

“Shut up.” 

He sighs in good humor again, his fingers stretching and brushing against my knuckles. “Then go to sleep.” 

If only it was that easy. Ever since what happened at Casey’s, sleep is more of enemy than an escape. When I don’t have dreams that make my stomach turn with guilt, my mind goes over everything that I did wrong. And when I’m spared from that, my thoughts panic over what I’m not sure I remember. 

Sometimes I think that doubting my mind is the worst of it and then the guilt doubles. At least I’m alive. I bet Casey would give anything to feel like she’s going crazy if it meant she could be alive. 

With no warning, Billy turns his hand, pressing fingers in between mine so naturally that I instinctually adjust so that we’re loosely holding hands. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.” 

Promises like that, promises that no one can guarantee, are the most gentle. They come from such good intentions. “Can I ask you something?” Before I can back out, I blurt out the important part, “And you’ll be honest? Promise you’ll be honest?” 

A small moment of silence followed by the squeezing of my palm. “I promise.” 

Slowly, I turn, pulling my hand away. Billy’s hold briefly tightens, but when I persist he lets go. He moves to face me after a second and when he sees that I’m now holding out my pinky, something about his expression softens. He covers his reaction with a pointed look meant to make fun of what I’m asking.

He links his pinky to mine. “You think this actually makes people not lie?” 

It’s a light comment, probably meant to help me shake my mood, so I ignore it. “Do you think I’m crazy?” He’s watching me in a way I can’t interpret. “Or going it?” 

“You’re hurting and you need time.” Billy’s answer isn’t careful or fragile or overly sweet like the sympathetic answers I’m used to. It’s straight forward and blunt enough to pass as honest. “You’re not crazy. You’re smart and that’s the problem.” I draw my eyebrows together. “Smart people always want answers but this isn’t about that. Answers won’t fix anything or bring anyone back.” 

I nod somberly, surprisingly relieved. When my mood doesn’t get better, Billy pulls my hand towards him by my pinky. He presses his lips to my knuckle quickly. It’s enough to make me crack a tired smile, which I guess was his goal. “Thank you.” 

“For telling you you’re not crazy after you accused me of murder?” 

Partially glaring at him, I answer, “Just thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” he mumbles, “Now go to sleep.” 

“You sound like a mother.” 

His lips press together briefly. “Like your mom has ever had to ask you to do anything twice.” 

That joke’s getting old. “I’m tired of the jokes. So I listen to my mom, she deserves the lack of stress.”

Billy hesitates, “She’s a good mom.” 

“It’s weird without her around.” My mom is the life of the house. She’s always on the phone with friends or playing music or yelling at the TV when characters on a TV show she likes do stupid things. “Quiet.” 

He drops his gaze towards our hands. Our pinkies are still together. “There are worse things than quiet.” His tone reminds me of the way he was when he mentioned his mom. It’s a flash of something wounded. “Quiet’s easier.” 

Another tally in a column about his home life. “What are you thinking about?” The question is a surprise for us both.

“My mom knew how to keep things quiet.” 

I must be in total shock because after a second I ask, “What happened?” His eyes snap up and I regret not swallowing my words. “Not that--I just--I know it’s just your dad and it wasn’t always just your dad.” It’s my turn to stare at our hands. “You don’t need to tell me. Honestly, I--I didn’t mean to ask.” 

He turns over my hand, something about the motion feels strained. Billy’s pointer finger traces patterns against my palm. “It’s fucked up.” 

“Fucked up doesn’t bother me.” My repetition of his earlier words is awkward and much less sure than the original.

Billy’s quiet for a second, an odd tension floating through the room. “Not much to tell. Some whore fucked my dad and my mom did what she had to. My dad didn’t take it too well.”  

Oh. His words hit me a little too hard. I don’t know if the story or the unexpected harshness is what gets to me. Before I can react, Billy places a hand on my shoulder. With no warning, he pushes me so that I’m laying flat against my bed. A tiny yelp escapes me, but Billy doesn’t move. “Now that we’ve done the whole deep dark secrets thing, go to sleep.”

His voice leaves no room for argument but his touch is harder to ignore. “You know the deep dark secrets thing is a major part of girl’s sleepovers. One minute everyone’s painting their nails and the next we’re all crying over our dads or moms or the messed up things we did in middle school.” 

“Go to sleep,” he sighs, hand that’s not pinning me down sliding downwards, just barely touching my hip.

I nod slowly, not trusting myself to speak again. Satisfied, Billy takes his time moving back to the position he was in. This time, he stays closer than he was before.

Hating myself for it a little, I break the comfortable silence, “Billy?” He huffs slightly, like I’ve woken him up after a deep sleep that only took him minutes to find. “If you ever want quiet and can’t get it anywhere you can come over.” I already regret this. “Not--not in a pity way, just a--just so you know, I guess.” 

He shifts closer, pulling my arm towards him. “Might end up moving in then.” 

His muffled words make me let out a partial laugh. “Should let you know it’s like a metaphorical quiet because half the time you can hear my mom talking on the phone to her friends or talking to the TV.” 

“Might have to rethink it then.” The edge in his voice is ruined by the slight smile that I can feel through his tone. 

Billy’s hold on my arm is an anchor I’ve gone too long without. Thoughtlessly, I move my free hand towards his back. My fingers brush against his skin gently. “Did you offer the same thing to your boyfriend?” 

It takes me longer than it should for me to realize what he’s talking about. “Noel?” His silence is enough of an answer. “No, I guess that means I like you more.” He stays quiet. “And he’s not my boyfriend. I just--” 

“Weren’t getting enough attention?” 

With a sigh, I let my hand rest on his back. “I can still kick you out.” He doesn’t move. “And for the record, I just...I thought it’d make me feel normal.” 

“Did he?” 

The question sits with me for longer than it should because I know the answer immediately. It sinks into my chest like a weight threatening to suffocate my lungs. “Not as much as you.” I shut my eyes as if that will save me from his reaction. “I’m going to sleep.” 

---- a few days later ----

“You fucking love it.” Stu makes no attempts to hide petty bitterness as he pulls a joint back to his lips. The whole point of smoking was to stop thinking about you, but weed doesn’t always work the way you want it. “At least admit it.” 

Billy lifts his head enough to reach over for the joint, taking it from Stu. “What’s there to love?” 

Stu sighs. “Fuck off.” Billy breathes in slowly, letting smoke fill his lungs. “You love that Y/n can’t do anything without you. That she lets you sleep in her room more than you sleep in yours.” 

“Just say you’re sorry, give her one of your looks, and say something about your parents.”

Dropping his head back, Stu frowns. “You remember how quick she was to go after some other guy. Like she didn’t give a shit.” Billy patiently watches Stu, noting the way tension continues to expand across Stu’s demeanor. “Even Casey used to--” 

“She gives a shit.” When Stu scoffs, Billy sits up a little more. “She does. Asks about you all the time and then makes me promise to not tell you.” 

There’s only the tiniest shift in Stu’s demeanor, but it’s a start. Your little spat has lasted longer than Stu thought it would, and with each day that you go without initiating conversation, the more the sting of silent rejection bubbles. Billy’s had to keep up with his moods, making sure that Stu’s feelings remain contained. 

“It’s cute,” Billy continues, “Like she has a crush she doesn’t know what to do with.” When Stu stays silent, Billy decides to keep going, “She likes you and she misses you. Use that.” 

“With the way Tatum’s always breathing down my neck now?” 

Maybe if Stu was in a better mood he’d make a joke about how even he can’t really blame Tatum. Stu’s been in a shitty mood for almost two weeks now, which means he hasn’t exactly been devoted. “I’ve got an idea that’ll get you alone with Y/n. No friends, no class, just you and her somewhere she can’t avoid you.” 

At that, Stu manages to crack a grin. “Sounds like my type of situation.” 

----

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#stu macher #billy loomis x reader #scream x reader #billy loomis #x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #scream 1996 #poly! ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader #scream #final girl fic #scream imagine

[darkacua]

The rarer the Ship the BETTER

I know as a fandom we made a lot of jokes about Silver and Deuce trying to get their parents together in a relationship just for the hell of it. Who doesn't love a little nonsense about two people who love their single parents too much and only want the best for them?

BUT YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HAS A SINGLE FATHER? AND IS IT COMPLETELY CANON THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE AND REALLY CARES NOTHING TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIS BIRTH MOTHER?

YES, I TALK ABOUT VIL!

The idea that Eric Venue, the big name actor, has somehow started dating Deuce's mom is funnier than anything else to me, for a host of reasons.

Because you and I know that Vil is going to hate the idea for the first few months, you're not going to tell me that this 18-year-old actor and supermodel is not a jealous son.

He has been the most important of his father all his life, he has never had to share his attention and/or love with anyone else even once, since even with his father's scattered schedules he has shown to be someone who always has in mind. count Vil and support him with whatever he is doing.

And he's not willing to share the man who raised him with anyone now, or in the near future.

He calms down as time goes by and after the first time they all have dinner together.

Yes, that includes Deuce in the plans to “introduce my son to my current partner”, it confuses him a little and makes him nervous that his mother is dating not only famous movie actor (“Mom, where the hell did you meet this man?”), if not said superstar, IS THE DAD OF ONE OF HIS SUPERIOR.

A few very uncomfortable months are approaching for this chick-loving boy and our beloved model.

Español bajo el corte.

Se que como fandom hicimos muchos chistes sobre Silver y Deuce intentando juntar a sus padres en una relación solo porque sí ¿Quién no ama un poco de tonterías sobre dos personas que aman demasiado a sus padres solteros y solo quieren lo mejor para ellos?

PERO ¿SABEN QUIEN MAS TIENE UN PADRE SOLTERO? ¿Y ES COMPLETAMENTE CANON QUE NO TIENE Y REALMENTE NO LE INTERESA SABER NADA SOBRE SU MADRE BIOLÓGICA?

SI, HABLO DE VIL!

La idea de que Eric Venue, el gran actor de renombre, de alguna forma haya empezado a salir con la madre de Deuce es más cómica que cualquier otra cosa para mi, por un sinfín de razones.

Porque ustedes y yo sabemos que Vil va a odiar la idea por los primeros meses, a mi no me van a decir que este actor y supermodelo de 18 años no es un hijo celoso.

El a sido lo más importante de su padre toda su vida, nunca a tenido que compartir su atención y/o amor con nadie más ni una sola vez, ya que incluso con los horarios desparramados de su padre a demostrado ser alguien que siempre tiene en cuenta a Vil y lo apoya con todo lo que esté haciendo.

Y no está dispuesto a compartir al hombre que lo crió con nadie ahora, ni en un futuro cercano.

Se calma con el paso del tiempo y después de la primera vez que cenan todos juntos.

Si, eso incluye a Deuce en los planes de “presentar a mi hijo a mi pareja actual”, lo confunde un poco y lo pone nervioso el hecho de que su madre este saliendo no solo con famoso actor de cine (“¿Mama, donde diablos conociste a este hombre?”) si no que dicha superestrella, ES EL PAPÁ DE UNO DE SUS SUPERIORES.

Se aproximan unos meses muy incómodos para este chico amante de los polluelos y nuestro amado modelo.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #vil schoenheit #twst vil #deuce spade #twst deuce #eric venue #dilah spade #deuce's mom #vil's dad #dylla spade

[venusvxen]

On Spider-Man Into The Multiverse As It Relates To LOA Concepts:)

This is more of a philosophical post as opposed to anything with methods… If you don’t believe in LOA… scroll right past thanks

Having just finished the new spider man movie (a few

hours ago) and yall being well aware of my affinity for the multiverse.. a new string of thoughts just popped up that i thought i would share..

first off.. here are my thoughts on the spider man movie and how it relates to the whole philosophy around the law in general not just manifesting..

1. One main takeaway from the 2nd half of the movie is the whole ordeal with feeling like you //have// to struggle and suffer as a rite of passage. Which is like… Insane.. Miguel basically saying that the suffering is one of the main things that connects them even tho there are infinite multiverses with infinite realities and possibilities… it just reminds me of how i feel guilty and a “cheat” at times for knowing the law and choosing to take the “easier” way out as opposed to letting myself go through unnecessary strife… which brings me to my next point…

2. Just like all those different versions of Miles were connected through the little spider web all different versions of You are connected through the web of consciousnesses. You’re not any more of a cheat for choosing an easy life over a hard life because at the end of the day it is still a version of you that exists within you…. you don’t have to **work** to prove to YOURSELF or THE WORLD that you’re deserving of a new SELF CONCEPT… it is quite literally INSIDE you.. has always been.. always will be.. because it is.. a different VERSION.. OF YOUSJSKKD….

I struggle with this sooo much at times … feeling like I need to go through all this pain and suffering for my triumphs to be valid… but who cares… because if we break this down to the most fundamental levels of the law.. None of us are really.. Any of the self concepts that we attach to ourselves… We’re neither rich, nor poor, happy, sad, depressed whatever.. we’re pure consciousness.. shifting in and out of states. A faceless formless being.. How are you essentially going to tell a blob who dresses up as who they want to be that they’re a cheat for not going through these man made human rites of passages when.. well.. they’re not rlly.. human… it’s pure consciousness. the societal rituals and norms that we cling onto rlly do not matter in imagination and that is the main takeaway…… let yourself just experience whatever it is you want…

which brings us to point number

3. the part where miles said “everyone is always telling me how MY story is supposed to go.. imma do my own thing” had to be like my fav part of the story for multiple reasons… i’ll try to break it down so this doesn’t take 30 years…

Earlier on in the day I was having this internal conflict with myself over this discourse I was seeing all over my twitter page. It made me feel uncomfortable but the reason why i felt the discomfort was rlly because a part of me still acknowledged the 3d as like.. real.. to some extent tbh.. bc if i was fully tapped into the 4d then that would’ve been water of my wings bc it literally… just… does not apply to the self in imagination…

anyways all day i was ruminating on the fact that a part of me.. after alllll this introspection.. still still STILL allows the outside world to dictate how MY story.. and MY life should go.. at times i put my fate into the hands of others..

But lately I’ve been thinking.. I know about all these theories of the multiverse I know how the law works… I know everything in the physical world is a delayed mirror reflection.. So like.. Why do i still allow myself to think i have to walk a path like everyone else around me?

There are infinite possibilities available to all of us.. We can pick and choose from all of them and live out a life that’s fulfilling beyond imagination.. Like seriously. Everyone reading this im sure is deep into this shit and is well aware the world is their oyster.. so why exactly do we continue to move as if the editor and publisher of our stories is some outside force and not us…

I’ve acknowledged that.. there is a certain fear that comes with trekking uncharted waters. Think about every successful person you know in your life or in the greater scheme of pop culture.. name a single one who wasn’t wildly disrespected or called crazy during their ascent to superstardom… You probably will come up short because ppl are very uncomfortable with nonconformity… Anything out of the norm is never rlly taken lightly..

All of them gunning for Miles just because he had the NERVE to want something different for himself.. it happens to all of us in the LOA community too.. We know that we can have anything we want.. anytime we want.. simply by thinking from the perspective of already being that person.. but there’s like this shackle of reason that drags us down because we take the laughs and snarky comments from others to mean that we should just give up on our dreams or that we’re too crazy…

BUT AGAIN.. JSKSKDKZ allllll of the ppl who have gone on to impact society in real tangible ways have all had to deal with people trying to write their story for them and dared to rebel.. Like not gwen’s dad about to live now just because miles broke the canon.. and who knows what will happen in the second movie (THAT COULD H E L P ALL THE OTHER SPIDEYS JUST BECAUSE HE HAD THE GUTS TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT)… In more practical terms.. everyone told steve jobs he was out of his mind for even talking about inventing the iPhone… not even 20 years later look how that’s effected Humanity as a whole.. Be sooooo ffr

I guess what I’m trying to get at here is… Don’t take your knowledge of these esoteric concepts lightly and base your path on the ones everyone around you is walking. Not everyone wants to be great chyle🤷🏾‍♀️ But You do. You’re doing the work to change and that could influence others around you in countless ways.. Stop letting people around you write your story even if it seems tempting…

All of your wildest dreams are available to you anyways you wouldn’t possibly be able to conceive of anything you desire if it wasn’t… Anyways

I am going to end this here… because it’s long. I hope any of this made sense bc it’s all over the place but this is also nothing more than my rambles…anyways bye

#multiverse #spider man across the spider verse #loa #the law of assumption #3d reality #master manifestor #manifesting #manifestation #neville goddard #reality shifting

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e15 a most holy man (w. andrew dabb, bob singer)

this episode open in malta and the choral voices and bells and candles and i'm thrown back to half remembering an episode about a haunted painting...? from florence? and trying to remember if that was actually an episode/fic/fever dream (it was, 10x16)

sam managing to find an even more uncomfortable place to use his laptop. fixed metal stool

SAM Worth a shot? DEAN Yeah. Good. Why not? I don’t think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni’s.

what's up with the cheesy film noir music intro

LOL ok. is he usually annoyed when someone is coming on to sam? seems like he usually thinks it's funny, rolling his eyes or encouraging. i don't recall glaring at the flirt-er being in the repertoire

dean is going through a journey of emotions

interesting the differences in the emotional journey from this version of the script and what made it onscreen lol (production draft linked on wiki)

her voice keeps pinging alicia witt for some reason

spn s13e15 as richard greenstreet, the magicians s1e13 dominic burgess as ember

there's a character named emily greenstreet in the magicians and dominic plays ember who is a god that they're trying to get a powerup (aka jar-o-jizz) from (and they do a small blood sacrifice to him) lol

GREENSTREET I gave up on worthy causes years ago. And as I said, the blood cost me a fortune. Judging by your Montgomery Ward suits and your cheap ties, I’m guessing you don’t have a small fortune, or for that matter, two nickels to rub together. So I’m quite afraid this has been a waste of your time, and more importantly, mine. Good day, gentlemen.

montgomery ward, blast from the past. stores all shuttered by 2000 or something. random reference for this uk character

film noir heist mob movie sure. reminds me of the clue episode.

SAM So, this is what we’ve come to? Thieves? DEAN Hey, you want the blood, right? Well… besides, the thing’s already stolen. SAM Really? That’s your rationale? DEAN Hey, I’m not perfect. And by the way, neither are you, okay? Oh, so, what? Now you’re above a little, uh, chicanery? Look, this isn’t a perfect world we’re trying to save, okay. And if I’m not perfect trying to save it, then so be it. Come on. You with me or not?

not sure why sam's supposedly bothered over this. of all the morally questionable things they've done for The Cause, this is pretty low on the list

sam with the cockblock and all i can think while dean's flirting with this very lovely woman at the coffee shop is how they refuse to drop the busty asian beauties for dean's porn preference.

DEAN Look at you. You’re like a Boy Scout. You’re always prepared. SAM Yeah. You’re like uh… I don’t know what you’re like. DEAN Yeah. Thanks.

proud to pissed in 2 seconds flat. also, kind of cute but what is even going on

i mean. i. listen, they did some real fucking dumbass episodes in the early seasons too, so i shouldn't really complain that it's purely a late season phenomenon. but when the dumbass episode is surrounded by episodes i'm also complaining about it becomes somewhat of a .... 'what am i doing with my life right now' moment

he's been in a ton of stuff but probably the sopranos (which i never did finish) what i know him from

this is something all right. god and it's only halfway through 🥴😩🤪

DEAN Okay, I’m just saying, you’re taking a lot of shots to the head lately. I mean, I know that Disney Princess hair gives you some padding, but, uh…

listen they both surely have CTE by now with the number of concussions they've racked up over the years

FATHER LUCCA It’s not about luck, son. It’s about effort. All the time, I hear people saying the world’s not perfect. And they’re right. It’s not. But do you use that as an excuse? Do you use it to excuse your own sins? Your failings and your laziness? Do you use it to give a bad man power, because the world’s not perfect? Or do you work? Do you try and improve things in whatever way you can? Guys, the world will never be perfect, but if good men do good things, it can be better. Every day can get better.

???? are we trying to..... invigorate the boys to do what's right, have hope, ....???? i don't even know what. but i'm sure gonna start bristling over rando man implying they don't put in the effort to make things better. that's their job and they do fuck up and make bad decisions too but overall their schtick is literally making the world better. but instead we're getting some moralizing speech that i think is to make them feel bad about participating in the the continued theft of an item so that they can get the thing they need to save their family+new-kinda-god-adopted-son

SIGH. it's like this episode is supposed to be tongue in cheek, but it's too serious. so it's like just. fucking weird. because it's not serious enough to be like, slick.

FATHER LUCCA Yeah. He called me un uomo santissimo. SAM What does that mean? FATHER LUCCA “A most holy man.”

did they not google this phrase before this whole waste of time

DEAN Come on. I know that look. What’s on your mind? SAM I don’t know. Nothing. I mean – I mean, you know… You ever feel like we’re – we’re doing nothing but playing defense? You know, bouncing from one apocalypse to the next? DEAN Well, it’s not exactly our call. SAM I know that, and I’m not saying we don’t do good. But – but no matter how many people we save, there will always be more people that need saving. No matter how many monsters we kill–

DEAN There’s always gonna be another one around the corner. SAM Exactly. You think we could ever change things? I mean, really change things? You know, stop all the monsters, all the bad? DEAN That would be nice.

SAM Yeah. So, what are you thinkin’? Think that’ll work? DEAN I have faith.

loaded term that is for them. anyway, circles back to how for what felt like a while there, sam was the reassuring reasonable collected one and dean was needing some anchoring. but now it's dean's turn to be the one with faith they can get whatever done. but what got me about this exchange is that like.. dean often times would get a little defensive when sam would bring things up like this, brush him off. but now it's like he's actually listening and understanding where he's coming from and wishes it was better but accepts that it probably won't be. and it's honestly just nice to see dean being positive and a support for sam.

annoyed that there's that nice (for me) character moment in an episode that will otherwise likely erase from my brain in a few days

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x15 #spn script #andrew dabb #bob singer #spnhiky #hiky #dominic burgess #the magicians #spnwhinge

[coldwayhome]

hi, I want to request death by a thousand cuts for fem!reader please!

I'm asian, about 5'2 with short hair and brown eyes. extroverted and outgoing, chaotic person and a pain in the ass with friends (like literally), BUT shy with strangers mostly because I don’t know them or I'm uncomfortable around them. according to my friends, they thought I was quiet and calm person, when they saw me in public. I get irritated/mad quite easily around loved ones and it's like issue.

I like reading (my fav writers are Jane Austen and Louisa May Alcott), watching movies, listening to music (HUGE TAYLOR SWIFT FAN, also I adore Lana Del Rey, Laufey, Bruno Mars and The Smiths). the most frustrating thing is that because of my optimistic behavior in society, people usually think I'm dummy.

and if you don’t mind, I wanted to say that my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. I'll be looking forward to it and thanks in advance!

anon 🤍

౨ৎ ⋆˚ ONE FOR THE AGES

☆ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS: send a description of yourself, and i'll assign you a best friend (based on the characters i write for)!

— okay this sounds random but you remind me of rarity from my little pony for some reason HAHA

— (that's a compliment she's my fav!!)

— anyways

— reading this, i immediately jumped to piper.

— in my view, piper is super welcoming and sweet to new people, yet stands her ground if she senses something wrong.

— when piper met you for the first time, she immediately knew she was going to be your best friend.

— call it aphrodite's intuition, spidey senses, whatever, but she made it her mission to crack your shell.

— shy at first, you were a bit intimidated by this girl towering over you (piper is 5'10 fight me), asking you questions and making direct eye contact.

— she somehow convinced you to take a walk with her around camp, showing you around.

— she continued her interrogation questioning, and you slowly started to open up.

— it wasn't as though she was making you uncomfortable, but she can definitely be a lot if you aren't used to her energy.

— you opened up about your favorite hobbies and interests, and piper saw you were becoming more comfortable with her.

— she was internally cheering! of course, piper could charmspeak someone to be her friend, but she was absolutely against that.

— making friends has always been hard for piper, partly because of her father. she grew up too fast :(

— so seeing you smiling with her, her heart grew.

— hanging out with you for the next few weeks made her so happy! she introduced you to leo and jason, and even her cabinmates took interest in you.

— you turned piper on to your favorite music and books, and found similar activities you could do together (piper's personal favorite is strawberry picking)

— you both liked to chill, too. painting nails and dancing to your shared playlist were just some of the things you enjoyed together.

— growing closer with you was one of piper's highlights of camp. she enjoyed having a friend like you, one she could hold hands with without it being "weird".

— piper is so happy to be your friend 🤍

ahh thank you for rqing anon!!! piper is my girl and i love her so much; i hope you do too! feel free to leave feedback or new rqs in my inbox!! (p.s your guys' laufey song is best friend <33)

#event: my lover #starrie night #anon 🤍 #piper mclean x reader #piper mclean #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - PART 8

CW: toxic relationship, abuse of various kinds, misogyny, stalking, manipulation, injury, Carewhumper, reluctant Whumper

PART 7 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 9

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[2 WEEKS AGO]

They didn't sleep a lot this night, an event Morris never complained about. Flitting across the room, Amber was busy to collect the few clothes she carried on her body the day before. Her hair seemed a bit more dull than usual, wild and sprinkled with the smell of cheap vodka. She jumped into her oversized jeans. Hopping on one leg, clearly trying to keep her balance, yesterday's excess still weighing her down. He adored her so much, his heart stopping its beat for just a second.

"Whatcha looking at?" She turned to face him, an eyebrow playfully raised. Teasing.

"Just you," he whispered, sleep sticking to his voice, making it sound rough and hungry, "do you need to leave already? I thought we could spend the day together?"

Sharing a knowing smile with Morris, she continued to dress herself haphazardly, throwing pieces of fabric over herself to fight the freezing cold outside. She appeared more hectic than usual.

In a few hours, this nervousness would turn into itches burrowed directly under her skin, crawling their way inside her bones. They would be together by then, Morris hoped, always ready to allay her pain. That's what he wanted, what he was here for.

"Can't," she finally revealed, "'m busy with work." You don't work.

"Oh, alright!", he retorted instead, forgiving her quick lie without thinking anything by it, ""What about tonight? We could watch a movie..."

"I'm busy."

"Well, how about-"

"Planned the whole week, sorry." She didn't, he checked thoroughly.

"What about yesterday? You had enough time for me there."

Something was wrong, he could feel it, they usually didn't take long breaks from each other. She called him whenever her stash ran short, knowing that she doesn't get anything better than what Morris has to offer. A little extra, just for you, Amber.

Her expression soured, emerald eyes pressing together to form thin slits: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Morris didn't mean to fight, honestly trying his best to mediate the rising tension between them. Nevertheless, Amber made it hard to stay calm. He sat himself up to get a better look at her, distracted by zipping up her boots. As if he wasn't even in the room.

"I just think we should spend more time together, that's all!"

She was fully dressed by now and ready to leave, more fidgety than normal, it couldn't be the beginning withdrawal that made her so on edge. Twitching uncomfortable, she continued to face him.

"And what do you want to do with all that?"

He usually found her jokes to be cute, but this was different. Malicious even.

"This!" he stated bewildered, not knowing how else to respond, "This is all I'd ever want. You, me...us."

"This?" Amber sounded agitated, no, offended, like he just insulted her mother. "This is nothing, everyday living. One day you wake up, and your whole life is spent in what? Routine?"

She probably was just irritated, he had to track her cycle again, to avoid conflict. Whatever hormones she was suffering under currently, it didn't give her the right to-

She interrupted his sympathetic line of reasoning, more than angry: "What exactly do you think we are, huh?" 

What a question.

"Amber, this is serious...We-we talked about this months ago!"

"When I feel like it is, sure. Once you got the 'yes' I hoped you would stop being so fucking clingy."

He was standing at last, his hair tousled in all directions, it gave his confusion an even more convincing look. 

"See, I need to go. I call you after work." He probably should have let it go by then, but that wasn't his manner.

"Yeah? After the work you quit six weeks ago because you don't have to finance your little habit anymore; you can just tap me any time of day, right?!"

In disgust, she stopped looking for her purse to scowl at Morris, caught in her own little scheme, still never going to admit it. He knew her better than anyone else could.

"Whatever you think to know about my business, you have no fucking idea what you're talking about. Pathetic."

None of them realized how quickly it escalated, him storming towards her and halting just inches apart. Tall enough to look down on her, he spoke with the most collected tone he could muster in this situation.

"I take care of you, give you everything you want and that's how you talk to me?"

"A lot of people do these days," she spat in his face, taking every sliver of kindness out of the air between them, "and I'll replace you in a second, if you force me to."

Morris clenched his teeth to the point of nearly bursting his enamel, planting himself in front of her to take as much space as possible.

She doesn't mean it, but that doesn't give her the right to treat me like that!

Convinced that he did nothing wrong, he remained in this sorry excuse of a threatening posture.

Amber wouldn't budge an inch. She knew exactly how to handle men like Morris, she met them often enough and every time, it turned out the same.

"I'm leaving," she spoke with an unknown malice to her self-proclaimed boyfriend, "don't expect me to come back."

With that, she turned towards the door, trying to get out of the bedroom and to the one separating them from the hallway, hopefully without any disturbance. Morris turned with her, blocking the exit. She couldn't just leave like this, he needed her to listen!

"I'll scream, Chris!" her voice now a few pitches higher, fright clawing its way up her spine, "one call and the police will drag you back where you belong."

With that, she quickly squeezed past him and leaped down the stairs, leaving the door to hang open.

His vision white with anger but too frozen to do anything about it, Morris tried to sort his racing thoughts. He had known her to be less than loyal, sure, having fun was nothing to be ashamed of. But nobody just lets him stand in the dark like an idiot. Whatever poor soul she replaced him with - he couldn't bear the idea of it, thinking about it more like a quick change in scenery - he would be ready to forgive that slip-up too. He was patient enough for that, for her. She would learn that soon enough.

He had nothing to worry about, her imprudence would work in his favor. A few days at best, and she lays right where she belongs.

"You will crawl back to me, begging for my forgiveness!“ he screamed down the abandoned stairway, "Just you wait!"

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Elliot wondered if he would know anything besides unconsciousness. It felt more familiar by now, not that it bothered him: he preferred the thoughtless drifting over the waking world.

He understood nothing while laying in the stinted niche, his whole arm pulsating in heat. It had spread from his last two digits towards his elbow and further to the back of his neck. Wet and shaky, the limb continued to lay uselessly on the towel, blood-soaked, like everything else around him.

Elliot didn't want to recognize the familiar pressure next to him, like a shadow waiting to be seen. His captor hadn't moved in quite a while, impossible to pass even when asleep. The door leading to the garage and outside probably wasn't locked, he was practically free to go. 

Yeah, sure. 

God knows what Morris would rip out of him, if he dared to even look in the wrong direction. So he didn't.

The empty can was placed neatly on the mattress. Deep inside, he hoped Morris would just drug him up, let him forget the heat, the deep pain, the fact he would never sit at a piano again... Maybe he should cut that thing off, make it all go away.

Don't think about that, don't...

Tiny sniffles made their way up his nose. He would wake him up, he would come to and just make everything worse, Elliot was sure. The quiet weeping made him unaware of the silhouette shifting beside him, only a little, to place its meaty paw onto his shoulder.

"Don't cry, it's alright." 

It patted along the giant jacket enclosing Elliot, making his nerves flare up in agony once again. Screaming and crying: not fun, so shut the fuck up, come on...

"I've torn a ligament in my knee once, physical therapy really did its wonders." He ought to curse Morris out by now, but couldn't find a single spark of anger anymore, he was drained. "Your insurance should cover that, I hope."

No response came to guarantee Morris his incapacitated playmate was still up for a round. Trying wouldn't kill him, though.

"You wanna go back to the living room while we wait? It's warmer anyway, but if you still need to throw up, I can stay here."

Nothing. Playing hard to get, Morris assumed, he could handle that.

"She must really hate me, huh?" Elliot whispered instead. 

Please don't hurt my family. He thought of Ginkgo too, and how she would only survive for a week without him, like he deserved it for being always so fucking useless to everyone...

Morris dug through his back pocket, pulling out the stack of cards, nicked and smeared with what had swept out of him hours ago. It was time again if he wanted to or not.

I bore him, Elliot grasped, wanting to burst out laughing, like a bad episode he just wants to skip.

Quickly shuffling through the stack, he dealt them out as before, not being satisfied with solitaire or building a simple house of cards. Morris had spent so much energy to not hate the unfamiliar man, someone who had no fault regarding his experience with Amber. It used to feel like it, in a way, but not anymore. They were the same.

"You can start whenever you like!", he offered friendly, shifting to face Elliot, who still laid on his side.

Am I going to lose a foot if I decline? Or will you beg for my attention again?

"I never know what's the matter with you..." Elliot said instead, way too loud and not even meant to leave his head.

"I just want to make this easy for us - for you. Like yesterday, it went so well, better than I had expected."

Proud of managing his first-ever job without any assistance, Morris forgot for a second how everything after their boozy session went downhill. He wanted to hear about Elliot again, his hobbies, his life. We should start on common ground.

So he asked about the only thing really catching his attention:

„How did you meet Amber? You seem like a killjoy to me, not somebody she would drag around the nightlife."

"Houseparty of a mutual friend, Sarah, you know her? Contralto."

Of course, Morris knew her, she gave him a displeased look or two during their time together. Because he didn't belong to them, without Kant and Doc Martens. So he pretended to, just like right now, planning to google that word later in the day.

Elliot was turning absent again, he just parroted back the small talk.

"What about you?" A little meet-cute at the crack house? Wait-

"I don't think you wanna hear this," Morris continued, a bit quieter than normal. He shoved a few loose cards towards him.

No, nononono-

Through the fevered heat that started to crawl up his nape, he could finally see clear. He paid with two of his fingers to get the answer he was searching for.

"We met online and had a few drinks, nothing special." LIAR.

"Before or after?" he asked, nearly impossible to snuff out painful laughter. Morris just looked back at him with confusion. "Did she fuck you before or after you sold her weed?"

No answer to that, not that Elliot was in need of one. Twice in a year, this man ruined his life, and it took him way longer than expected to realize it.

"She always told me about a pharmacist," Elliot spoke to the ceiling above, to anyone who would listen, "and about how he would treat her so much better than I do, how ungrateful I was."

Morris didn't say a word, back to his stoic self. A lot more crest-fallen, admittedly, collecting the playing cards again.

"She loves this, her little fairy tales. Needs it. And when you're not worth the attention anymore, you get replaced, rebranded."

Morris knew it was a cocktail of the spreading infection paired with an old wound ripped open, he just wished back the Elliot who treated him with respect, like an actual human being. 

"You don't just break up with her like that, Elliot."

"Fuck, I sure did. If she cheats, what else are you supposed to do? Be alone, Morris, better alone than trapped."

"I have to do this. I have to. That's the last chance I get," Morris tried to convince Elliot, or maybe just himself.

"Nobody's making you do this. It's just you, always has been... Crippling me because a girl ghosts you, do you even hear yourself?"

His fleeting politeness didn't linger to aid his survival. Morris sounded like a toddler by now, unbelievable that this would be the man to ultimately end his life. Killed by a butthurt man-child, what a way to go. Elliot took it personally, though, he had every right to.

Morris would lose his calm any second to jump on top of him: strangling, stabbing, slicing. It was just a matter of time.

"I need to change that," he murmured, pointing to the dirty gauze and letting his mind drift far away from the accusations Elliot threw at him.

If it's delivered, her phone's on. And when it's on, she uses it. There was no other explanation, right? 

"Don't! I don't want your help!" 

Still, Elliot had no strength to resist the force with which his hand was taken from him, gently turned to be inspected.

"Look away!" he was told, while the jacket draped over his head to obscure the sight.

Please, I need to see, I need to know how bad it is. 

No matter how much he had insulted him just moments prior, Morris was so careful with his limb. A limb that was still attached to the rest of the infection-stricken man.

He didn't cut them off, Elliot realized, he didn't cut them off because he likes me.

He was correct with that assumption. Morris found joy in his captive, making the sight even harder when he pulled down the bandages. The whole upper part of Elliot's fingers were tinted in a cold blue, dark and unnatural to the sight. Tissue around the cuts was soft, providing no resistance when held. Like Play-Doh.

Morris thought of the medical dramas Amber forced him to watch more than once, but this was different. Squirming in the grasp, it was apparent that Elliot tried his best to stay still. Further up the digits, another agitator fell into his gaze: What had been white bloodless spots evolved into blisters.

Not blisters really, wet and open circles of infection, beginning to turn black in the middle. Morris thought of the bogman they pulled out of his grandmother's moorland when he was just about five. A hiker, the police told the villagers. It also smelled like it, decay tainting the bathroom.

"Does it look alright?" a thin voice came forward. No, it didn't.

"Sure, just as I said. A few screws and you're good as new." Morris needed to get more pills into his system, anything to help him overcome this. Amber should call any minute now, he hoped, claiming her to be sick for leading them on for such a long time.

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I'm sorry, please call back. We can make this work.

Why don't you answer? I just want to explain myself!

Did you get a new number? Don't ignore me.

Are you with him again?

I have ways of making you talk to me, I'll make you regret your stubbornness.

Don't force me to do this.

After that, he had sent the first picture. Elliot in the stuffy trunk, bound like a birthday present and smeared with blood all over his face, blissfully unaware of the days to come. She had to have witness that, at least. Morris imagined her sitting together with her friends, laughing about how desperately he tried to get anywhere with her. Pathetic fit him.

He should have accepted Elliot's advice, snatch up one of those shallow leeches to mistreat instead. Rhys, that annoying prick always trying to start shit about current politics or Liz, dumb as a rock and twice as bland. Or Sahra, always at the butt of the joke.

Why not, actually, she didn't seem to be one to enjoy Amber. Sometimes, at least. Rummaging through Elliot's contacts, he quickly found what he was looking for. He couldn't fuck this up even more, so what was left to lose?

"Hello?" a confused voice answered, probably annoyed about being disturbed on a Sunday morning.

"Hey, Sahra. It's Chris!" Don't you dare hang up, don't complicate this further! "I just wanted to ask how you're doing!"

Silence.

"If you're searching for Amber, she not with me right now."

Short and brutal, she explained what he already knew. After the standstill on her socials, Amber didn't even visit her favorite bars or clubs, not even Sahra. He checked that.

"And she's still pissed about your fight, so don't expect anything from me."

Morris tried to take her gossiping lightly, wanting to get more information.

"Yeah, I know. It didn't go as planned, I tried to make amends, but she just went AWOL everywhere. Can't blame her for avoiding me." Hoping she would take the bait, Morris waited a second to let his desperation seep through the speaker. "By the way, how is your practice going?"

"What do you care?"

Bitch. With a glimpse towards the bathroom door, Morris walked up and down the living room, keeping the chit-chat going. What was the word again?

"I wanted to get us both tickets, Amber and me, for the show. You perform this Christmas, don't you? Wanted to bring on the advent spirit, just a little." Come on.

"Oh yeah, that's true," she admitted, a bit more gentle now. "I didn't know you kept that in mind."

"Contralto, right? I just want to make it up to her, but she ignores me ever since. I guess that's what I deserve..."

A sigh could be heard at the end of the line, he could practically hear her chewing her lip.

"Listen, Chris, that's sweet of you. But I don't think she will be able to go, even if she wanted." A horrible accident was the only acceptable reason for her behavior. He could visit her, bring her flowers, tuck her back into bed...

"Oh my god," he gasped instead, "please don't tell me it's something bad. I always told her to drive slower, I couldn't-"

"No, no, don't worry," came the hectic answer, "Well, maybe worry a little. I don't know if you should-"

"I just want to know if she's hurt! Please, Sahra, I agonized over this for two weeks!" Swallow that whole, you fucking cunt.

"You didn't hear that from me, okay?"

"I didn't hear anything!" He was close, so close.

"Fuck, Chris, she's in rehab."

For a second, Morris thought of nothing, like every plan and problem he juggled for the past weeks had left him for good. Rehab? No, she doesn't need that. He could take care of her, he could make it better... She didn't need that!

"Bought impure stuff. Some bastard cut it with heroin."

"Oh," he said flatly, "fucking hell."

Her information was still wrong, Amber didn't buy it.

"Yeah, but the outcome is nice, I suppose. Vegan buffet, aquarobics and all that bullshit. I just hope she's doing fine. It's some alternative place her parents picked out, no Wi-Fi and all that, they don't even allow them phone calls. I tried to reach her too, but no chance. You know, I always suspected-"

He let her tell the stories of Ayurveda treatments and deep cleansing methods in between therapy sessions and how long that might take. Weeks, she suspected. Time neither Morris nor Elliot had left, especially not here.

She hadn't seen any of it, any of the things he did for her.

Why didn't he call earlier, why did he give into the fantasies of getting back at her through hurting a man - hurting Elliot? Silently, he called himself every insult in the book, his self-image being drowned in shame. Morris had never been idiotic, though, the truth was considerably more wearing. Jealous, that's all he was.

"Chris?" It's been him, it has always been him. "Why did you argue?"

"She hurt someone," he answered automatically, his mouth as dry as the now blood-stained grout, "Our mutual...friend. It's bad, Sahra, I don't know what to do."

"Well, that's nothing new with her, right?" she whispered, taking a deep breath before marking the end of the pleasantries, "Please don't call me again."

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[cherry-pop-soda]

bad movie reviews: barbie of swan lake

i’m a fan of the old barbie animated movies, and i’ve already seen a pretty decent handful of them, so I decided to make this review more entertaining by throwing some common tropes i’ve seen in barbie movies into this mini bingo card. I will keep track of this throughout this review, and at the end we can see how many spaces this film covers. let’s play barbie movie bingo !!

before I even begin the film I can already mark off “based off a famous ballet/fairy tale” because I already know swan lake is a ballet, so there’s one space down! one caveat though, I haven’t actually seen the ballet of swan lake before, so I went into this film not knowing the story at all. for this review I did a little research on the original story of swan lake so I can point out the differences in the barbie version.

the movie starts with barbie telling kelly a story about a girl named Odette, and a magic spell that turned her into a swan (mark off a space for kelly on the bingo!). this is also the first big difference I noticed between this film and the original swan lake. apparently in the original swan lake, odette is a princess, and her companions are also all humans, and they all turn into swans at daybreak. in the barbie version, Odette is a village girl, and only she turns into a swan. her companions are elves, each cursed to turn into a different animal. (we’ll get back to them later).

shortly after this the love interest is introduced in the form of a guy called Prince Daniel (hes the middle picture). I immediately noticed that he looks like a direct copy of both Julian from Barbie Princess and the Pauper (righthand side) and Stefan from Barbie Rapunzel (lefthand side). He literally has the exact same face model as Julian and the exact same hair as Stefan. mark copied models off the bingo!

in the ballet, original Daniel is actually called Siegfried, but I will call him original Daniel just to make it less confusing. Apparently in the ballet, original Daniel is a bit immature, not ready to give up being a bachelor and get married, which his mother is pressuring him to do (which she also does in the barbie movie, so I can mark that off the bingo too!). basically it seems like original Daniel would rather party than settle down and get married. I can’t really say how similar barbie Daniel is, because although it’s definitely implied that he is reluctant to choose a wife and would rather travel the world, he really doesn’t have much of a personality beyond the.. uhhh… literally two scenes maximum where he’s shown to have an interest in traveling and exploring?? so I think we can also mark off the bingo space for male love interest not being given much of a personality.

now let’s talk about the animal sidekicks, because no barbie movie doesn’t have animal sidekicks, and don’t worry, they’re just as uncomfortably horny/weirdly romantic as always, as we can see in this scene where this porcupine reacts. like that?? to skunk spray?? (mark off horny animals on the bingo!)

the thing that makes this more uncomfortable to me is the way these characters are animated in their true forms. Because of the villain Rothbart’s spells (i’ll get to him soon too, oh god), they are cursed to be animals the same way Odette is cursed to be a swan. But for whatever reason, whoever animated this movie didn’t create designs for the elves that actually look like elves?? instead they made the questionable decision to just use the same models they use for animating children. so the elves carlita (the skunk) and ivan (the porcupine) from above, who are sort of in love with each other throughout the film, look like this:

(also also, ivan and carlita both have sort of odd accents, kind of in the same vein as the infamous horny weasel from barbie rapunzel, so mark that off the bingo too)

also, side note for bad animal anatomy on the bingo, why tf did they give this unicorn a dumptruck??? what is going on here??

ANYWAYS. continuing on. the villain of the story is a guy named Rothbart, who is… portrayed in a very. Questionable way?? I’ve heard people talk about this before and I don’t know enough about the issue to say anything definitively, but he does seem… jewish coded, in a way that kind of feels really antisemetic. and it’s also weird because his cousin, the queen of the fantasy world where swan lake is located, doesn’t share any of the same facial features…

(ignore the random chinese subtitles, i watched and got most of my screencaps of the film from a version of it posted in 3-4 minute chunks on youtube with english and chinese subtitles underneath, it’s fine)

also, the “magic crystal”. Barbie Odette finds it in a tree and pulls it out, not knowing that this makes her special in some way because I guess nobody has been able to do it before?? sort of like a king arthur sword in stone type of deal? But in the original ballet, as far as I saw, there is no magic crystal. anyways, after she finds it, barbie odette tries to go back home because she doesn’t think she’s brave enough to go on a big quest to save the creatures of swan lake, but she gets turned into a swan by Rothbart, so she can’t leave.

Odette finds out there’s a special book that has the answers to how to break the curse turning her into a swan, in a library guarded by a troll named Erasmus, who seems to have pretty intense mood swings, and also, randomly has a british accent (mark that off the bingo!).

at some point during this, prince Daniel adventures into the forest, looking for animals to hunt. He sees Odette as a swan? being chased through the air by Rothbart (who has a scary looking bird form) and almost shoots her with an arrow, but decides not to. then he sees her transform into human form (this confused me because I thought they could only transform into humans from sunset till sunrise, but in the scenes leading up to this it seems to be daytime??? idk.)

this is also different from the original ballet, because apparently original Odette doesn’t trust or really care for original Daniel all that much when she first meets him, but barbie Odette and barbie Daniel get along well from the beginning. they even have dinner together under the moonlight and dance in the forest directly after first meeting each other, and prince Daniel invites Odette to the royal ball the following evening (mark “royal ball invitation” off the bingo!)

according to the special book from erasmus’ library, the one way to break the swan curse on Odette is for someone to declare their love for her and her ONLY. so, because this is a barbie movie, the elves decide she must go to the ball and dance with Daniel so he’ll declare his love for her, even though they literally met.. I don’t know, like eight hours ago, tops??? (mark “immediately falling in love” off the bingo!)

unfortunately for all of them, Rothbart hears/finds out about all of this, and hatches a plan. He enchants a necklace worn by his daughter Odile so it will make her look exactly like Odette in the eyes of Daniel, so he’ll be tricked, and accidentally declare his love for her instead of the real Odette. it’s not really clear to me if everyone else at the ball sees Odile for who she really is, or if everyone is tricked into seeing her as Odette. (i think it’s the first one personally). either way, Rothbart’s plan works. Daniel accidentally proposes to Odile instead of Odette, realizes his mistake, and tries to fight Rothbart to undo it, to no avail.

side note again- the thing I don’t get about this is how he didn’t recognize Rothbart in the ballroom?? I don’t think Rothbart’s disguise is very good, I honestly didn’t even realize he HAD a disguise the first time I watched that scene.

anyways, this is where the movie drastically differs from the original ballet. In the ballet, Odette is cursed to be a swan forever, and original Daniel throws himself into the lake after her, sacrificing himself and breaking the spell as they both die.

it’s not surprising that the barbie version didn’t do this, since it’s meant for kids, but i’m not really quite sure what was happening in the barbie version either. I think, in the final showdown in the forest between Rothbart and Daniel and Odette, Rothbart blasts both of them with his evil magic as they both try and fail to shield each other. They both pass out for a while, or maybe they’re briefly dead?? either way, while they’re unconscious, the curse breaks, I guess because their sacrificing themselves for each other means true love???

then they wake up, Daniel proposes to Odette, and they get married and that’s the end of the film!! Hooray!!

now let’s check back in on our bingo card:

four bingos, and the only two spaces not marked off I really only left off on technicalities. thanks for joining me for this very long winded round of barbie movie bingo!

(if you enjoyed this and want me to review more films, you can suggest them to me here!)

#bad movie reviews #long post #lengthy post #WHY IS MY FUCKING READMORE NOT WORKING #edit: apparently it is working! it wasn’t in my drafts lol

[kitsu-katsu]

That person is and I are around the same age -- full blown adults in fandom! and they're still spewing the same stuff that made me feel uncomfortable in fandom spaces for a decade.

There's two issues here 1) they're spouting off like the mere acting of shipping a couple somehow making them amazing iconic representation. I loved Legend of Korra and Catradora is the same old thing that happened there. Two female characters that had amazing potential that weren't allowed to do anything until the last episode of the series because no one wanted or was able to actually rock the boat and develop them beyond them beyond the big reveal. Shipping doesn't fix that the canon material fell short. It just means you liked the potential and fandom did something with it that the show didn't. 2) The constant squawking about how how romantic relationships ARE found family is incredibly missing the the point. Like, this isn't even about our little Minecraft dudes and I don't think they've realized this, but they've expressed some level of disdain about every. single. platonic. pairing. Even the platonic pairing of John and Sherlock versus the romantic one got a digital equivalent of an eyeroll. Like, for people not interested in romantic relationships they aren't the same. For people who are interested in romantic relationships they're not the same. A romantic relationship is NOT a fix all that covers every single other type of dynamic and then adds something more (which is how it comes off). It makes people feel like they should just be happy with the romance because it should already cover whatever other emotional need they have, or that they're missing out on something if it doesn't include it, and I don't anyone realizes it comes off.

Saying friendships in fandom, or even media in general, isn't neglected or shoved off as something less shows a complete disregard for fandom history. Every tv show and movie shoves in a romance. Fandom will fucking make a popular ship out of demon hunting brothers if there's no other romance option. Fandom will have only 6 platonic relationships in the top 100 and go "why do you guys care about these all of these romance pairings ALSO consider themselves family" and not see the issue.

FUCKING PREACH

It gets me mad, for real

And the fact that all of these people saying stuff like this act in that twitter activism "I'm more morally righteous than you because I ship poc lesbians and think they should win" type of way only makes it so much worse

I do not give a damn if fandom went off the walls and did amazing things with them while the canon material held off until the end kiss, I don't give a damn if they started off as bffs or wanted to kill eachother, I don't give a damn if they were always canon. You are not morally superior to me because you ship gay ships that were canonized in the last episode

Breaking news! Gay ships are always the biggest ships

Breaking news! We are not doing "what event in media changed the game for representation" olympics anyway, we are talking about fandom space which functions differently to talking about the media landscape at large, so I don't particularly care how hard it may have been to get a canon gay kiss in, fandom has fanon gay kisses of every character under the sun galore

Breaking news! Romance is ALWAYS put over friendships and platonic relationships of any kind. You are not a radical, you are not revolutionary, and saying that not voting your poc lesbians is "racist and lesphobic" is quite frankly ridiculous and typical "twitter user is grasping at straws to morally condemn something they really dislike for a petty reason" behavior

The undervaluing of platonic bonds while romance means "more than friends" is not an act of revolution. It is literally the voice of amatonormativity. You are not bringing home some big W for the queers that you think you are, and calling very possibly aro people homophobic again and again because your sorry ship is for once losing is not the gotcha you think it is

I don't care about your "found family" if it's actually "these two are in love and they kiss passionately, then there's the other filler guys, anyways, have I told you that the lesbians kiss yet??" And I also don't care about your found family if it's actually "3 monogamous romantic pairings in a trenchcoat"

Can you call them found family? Yeah. Is it the type of platonic-centric one that would ACTUALLY be a surprise if it won in a fandom context? Hell no

Because fandom ships. Romantically. It is just what fandom does. As you said Firesnap, every tv show and movie shoves in a romance and fandom will ship two brothers if left out of options

Saying that the little, rare, purely platonic dynamics there are worth an eye roll because "oh these are also found family" when what people actually care about is the romance aspect is so infuriating

I don't want your romance. I don't care. It is not revolutionary like you think. Fandom always ships gay anyway. Society at large always undervalues friendship and platonic relationships of all kinds because it means "just friends". And holy shit, wanting a platonic dynamic to have a W for fucking once in a largely romance-only space does not make you homophobic or racist, what are you on about?

#kitsu rambles #amatonormativity #aro #aromantic #aroace #this is so /neg #I will start biting people again. whenever they use the homophobic argument I see red #like bro. shall I bring my girlfriend with me to testify to you that gay ships are always king in fandom? as if you didn't know?

[simwoman2002]

To balance things, if you want I've got questions for you too :)

Some of your favourite series (shows/movies/books, whatever works better for you)

Favourite animal + if you could, which one would you like to be

Looking back in time, are there important things to you that you wish you had done differently? (You don't have to say what exactly, just how it made you feel realizing that, if it changed with time, or anything else you want) (yes, getting all philosophical and introspective today, sorry about that)

If something's been stressing you, I hope things will get better and that everything will eventually work out <3

Ooh, thank you so much for the questions! 🥰💖

I'll just stick with TV shows and series since movies and books are really hard to pinpoint all of them 😂🤣 Some of my favorites would be Girl Meets World, Secrets of Sulphur Springs, Hawkeye, and Moon Knight. I recently finished watching Moon Knight and it completely destroyed me 😭😭😭

My favorite animal in terms of pets would no doubt be a dog, but as far as wild animals, it'd probably be a wolf. And in that vein, you could probably assume that I'd like to be a wolf 🤣 I know that seriously sounds like such a Twilight reference or something, but I promise that is not the case. I'm one of the few people in the world that has never seen it, and what little I've seen, I wasn't overly impressed to be entirely honest 😅😬 No hate to anyone that likes it, it's just not my thing. But back to the question! I would like to be a wolf because of how beautifully majestic they are and how they just form together and have such a beautiful family unit.

Yes. 100% yes. There are quite a few things in my life that I wish I would have done differently at the time. Like a lot of times I wish I would have handled things with more maturity or with more patience. A lot of the things I regret are from my early to mid teens, and most of the time I have to try to find solace and peace in the fact that I was a different person then and that I have had many experiences that have helped me grow since then. I guess part of growing up and part of life is being that less patient, more immature person, because nobody's perfect. Which is a difficult thing for me to accept sometimes as a hardcore perfectionist and as someone who has been told in the past that she's extremely hard on herself, lol 😅

Thank you so much for the well wishes 🥺💖 Things are getting a lot better, and I'm trying to get things done so that I can have some free time next week to write and relax a little 💗

I'll try to send you some questions very soon! 🥰 I have a hard time thinking of questions that I think will work because I always worry about making people uncomfortable for some reason 😂

#thank you again for the questions! #about me

[firespirited]

Weird day today. Had a very nice but subtly unnerving surprise meeting with an old friend of the family. She brought up dad which was expected but the religious language and contextualising everything was tough: "you and us are doing ok because we're children of gd" "gd brings us together" "gd protect us from evil" type stuff along with usual gd willing, thank gd, gd is good language.

I handle references to faith just fine culturally in Arabic, it's a little less culturally comfortable in French (or even English) but it's also not something I can reply to except with a polite nod that doesn't say yes but "I hear you".

It brought up a lot of complex emotions about half a dozen things as these things do when you've been rejected or hurt by people with gd as a reason. Also a painful reminder that I need to establish religious boundaries again with family again because I do take words seriously and don't want to be praying or agreeing to prayer because its uncomfortable to say that I'd rather not - after all it is as a matter of respect, if gd is real I refuse to treat communication with Them as trivial.

It was lovely to see she and her family are well. She speaks very fast so I wasn't able to say that I'm very happy for her lesbian daughter even as I could see her skirt around it like she thinks I might be biased against it (Honey no! Even as a tween when I was still christian, I thought any couple willing to commit for life and actually take those 'all circumstances' vows was to be celebrated. Of the dozens of red flags to not approve a marriage, being gay seemed totally illogical to me. Besides the passages about mlm and wlw were clearly in context about getting it on outside of marriage for social or ceremonial reasons and saying it's not real sex because it's not P in V and like A) we'd covered ancien greeks getting freaky in school and B) this was the Monica Lewinski era: everyone in the western world debated whether only P in V/hetero constitutes cheating. As a kid I didn't see it but after Lewinski? Those passages are clearly about what counts as cheating).

And I'll be totally honest, I was so relieved: the first two daughters married macho abusive dirtbags and are now married to new nicer if not exactly groundbreakingly feminist blokes but M's got her stable girlfriend turned wife, and while wlw relationships aren't without heartbreak and high drama, she has a lot better odds of an equal relationship.

I came home and crashed, napped for a while, then had to go do something... anything... because I wasn't in a great headspace so bad news from a friend via sis sent me and her spiralling about medical malpractice/neglect, I went for a second walk - it helped a little. I damaged a doll I was fixing up because I was tired,

Watched Wakanda Forever: excellent potential, same vast talent but obviously made in a rush (bits are clearly missing or chopped to be used in a different way), the underwater world was a blurry dark mess (and that would have been so cool if we could see it!) and I couldn't bear to see them fighting (over what seemed so trivial compared to the real threats), finally we get to see Shuri process 1 thing in between... she's got a whole lot more but hey she's got 1 down. I mean you don't get character study films in the MCU, you get a 3 minutes for Gamora or Rocket to address their lifelong traumas so not bad at all for a Marvel. I just can't with a blockbuster attempting to handle grief while still making a hero action movie, it expects you to imagine a lot of offscreen growth and processing. I don't like seeing characters with potential done dirty like that. I'd rather read whatever tie-in books expand the universe because they *had* to put 45 minutes of fight and explosion scenes.

The costumes were incredible as always but yeah not in the mood to see Wakanda attacked while the CIA rub their hands in glee.

Then there's an unfortunate subtext of a skeptic finding faith after doing all the rituals right which was just the wrong day for me to take it charitably. I'm happy for her. Really. I'm also jealous.

Science tells us little gay boys grieve when they realise, even on a subconcious level, that they're not getting the happy ending of the wife and two kids, it leaves a void and they have to reshape themselves as adults to fill that wife shaped hole society told them would be filled.

I hope that changes now that gay marriage is normalised and seen more. I hope more and more folks can find completeness without needing one special person to complete them.

Now when you're a religious kid, you're given an extra void to shape yourself around, one that will be filled by the divine. It will give you confidence purpose and love, and reshaping yourself is difficult because this isn't just the missing piece of your soulmate but your entire existence and reason for being. Being single from the spiritual is felt like a permanent failure at being human.

Among many things today, I was reminded today of what it felt like to be looked at as 'soulless', a 'lost' soul at best and how that's legit how I saw myself and on some level still sort of do.

I'll rewatch Wakanda forever on a better day and skip the fights. Hopefully by then someone has fixed the colour and brightness on the underwater scenes.

#saf #Rambles #wakanda forever #Rant #tw: religious trauma #Movie reviews

[echoestm]

Rules

🔪 This blog is NOT for the faint-hearted.

🔪 You MUST be 25+ to interact with me in any, way, shape or form. I’m an old guy in his thirties and while I don’t have anything at all against the underage set or young adults just over the line– I just feel more comfortable interacting with people closer to my own age. Please respect this.

🔪 If you want to follow me you MUST control your own online experience. I understand having squicks, triggers, and just general things that make you uncomfortable. If you make me aware of your discomforts, I will do my best to tag them as uncomfortable thing here cw. What I won’t do is cease to write about it, talk about it, reblog pictures of it, etc. Naturally, anything that makes you uncomfortable won’t be featured in any writing we do together. Just please, have and make use of xkit or tumblr savior. Basically, I don’t believe/agree that depiction equals endorsement. IC is not OOC. And fiction is not reality

🔪 I can and will talk the hind leg off of a horse if given the chance. I was once called The Church of Communication by a friend. A writing/rp’ing partnership will always work best with me if you’re someone who is communicative and has little to no qualms with expressing yourself. I value that shit almost above all. I take the word no like a champ! In fact, I like being told no because it immediately lets me know that you’re not just being polite when you do say yes. If I pitch an idea, a plot, or a verse and you’re not into it? PLEASE say so. I won’t be offended in the least and you’ll get so many brownie points from me, trust me, I’ll love you for it.

🔪 I love reminders! If you feel like I’ve forgotten or misplaced a thread, or maybe not been notified, don’t hesitate to give me a poke about it. I’m always down to go find what I’ve lost, and if there’s some other reason I haven’t gotten to it yet, I promise to let you know about it. For me, reminders are never an annoyance.

🔪 I read tags and I tend to follow their instructions. For example, if you make or reblog an ooc post about something you feel strongly about and you tag it ‘Unfollow me and block me now if you don’t agree/reblog/etc’ then… I’m probably going to unfollow you, as requested. Ideally, I’m all for agreeing to disagree when it comes to pretty much any subject. However you feel about something, I’ll respect that even if we don’t see eye-to-eye on it. Much like tagging squicks/triggers, if we don’t feel the same about something, then that something isn’t going to be brought up or argued or discussed continually between us. I’ll respect that you feel how you feel about whatever it may be, and act accordingly. However, my pet peeve are those posts with those kinds of demanding tags, unless they’re being used in a playful sense.

🔪 At the moment, I don’t have any banned fc’s and I technically don’t have any banned fandoms/media. There are shows/books/movies that I’m not into, but I don’t just ban them as a whole. Rp’ing is all about chucking muses into the unexpected and seeing what they do, so I’m almost always pretty open to whatever as long as we can customize, compromise, and find something that works for us both. Fuck SPN tho. I liked the first five seasons and then ragequit. I’m still open to playing around in that world though.

🔪 I don’t do exclusivity. I don’t judge the people that do, live and let live after all, but it’s just not for me. I like being able to play with multiple versions of the same muses because each writer brings a different take on them to the table and I’m greedy. I’m also an arrogant asshole, confident in my version of muses, so please, play with all the multiples that you like with no concern for me about it.

🔪 I used to say that I didn’t do mains, muses made a liar out of me. Some shit just clicks sometimes and getting guilted about it makes me sulk and fuck off of my blog.

🔪 I prioritize partners that don’t rp via the queue system. Again, no judgement– do what you need to in order to stay sane and happy, I’m just an excitable impatient person.

🔪 I will give pretty much anything/anyone a shot. Friendly to OC’s, crossovers, au’s, fandoms I know nothing about, etc. I don’t mind doing research into media I’m not familiar with, but depending on how much I have on my plate, I might be a little slow about it.

🔪 Last but not least, the big one that’ll run people off the most: THIS BLOG IS A GRIMDARK BLOG. Wiki explains it here, if you’re not familiar with the term. It means that this is a trigger-heavy blog. It is a dark blog. It’s contents will feature themes, thoughts, actions and speech that are real-world deplorable.

🔪 Finally, I have preferences when it comes to writing/plotting. Angst is my jam. I’m also a sucker for gritty realism weaved into these stories that ask us to suspend so much disbelief. Fine, Thor’s walking the earth, vampires are real, the impossible and probable are all very likely– but rent still needs to be paid, minimum wage sucks, NYC apartments are tiny and get easily cramped, etc. Fluff and coffeeshop au’s do nothing for me and I’m not any good at writing them. I’m not anti-happiness, but I do like to throw roadblocks in it’s way. I like stories that are painful, I like things that are hard, and threads/verses that fit those preferences are always going to be my favorite.

🔪 This is pretty much it? My rules page used to be like four lines about needing to be of age, tumblr etiquette, and communication– I actually kind of hate having really long rules pages, but I also want people to know what they’re getting into and be making well-informed decisions. I don’t want to ever unpleasantly surprise anyone with either IC or OOC content.

#➤ 𝐫 𝐮 𝐥 𝐞 𝐬 ┊ ❛ you have to pay to play ❜

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #097

(taken january 2nd; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Were you ever scared of driving? What scared you about it? I'm like, paralyzingly terrified of driving to a point where I don't and haven't driven for a few years. One of my absolute biggest fears is getting paralyzed from the neck down (I would rather die), WAY more than what is rational, and that's the main thing that keeps me from driving. Well, that and killing somebody, because I WOULD kill myself if I did that. I could never live with it. I know it's an inconvenience, but it's just ultimately safer for everyone.

If you have any piercings or tattoos, do you remember the name of the person who did them? I remember the nickname of the guy who did three of my tattoos, June Bugg. I feel like he might've given me a piercing too, idr. I don't go to that location anymore.

What’s something that someone has said to you in the past that really offended you? Nothing in my entire life has offended me more than Sara invalidating my trauma and calling me a weak-willed deadweight.

Do you do that typical girl thing out in public where you have to have someone come into the bathroom with you? No, I wouldn't want a friend in the bathroom with me. That would make me uncomfortable.

Who was the last person you made plans with? Girt; he's coming over tomorrow.

What is something you and your parents used to argue over often? Until late into being a teenager, Mom would always get on me about always being on the computer. It never did anything, though; that's how I still am today and Mom has long since stopped commenting on it. Pretty much my whole family just knows that's how I am. Dad and I never really argued about stuff...

Give me a song that is underestimated/not well known: Honestly a whole lot of Otep songs. They're a very controversial band with how aggressively leftist they are, and I will openly admit the vocalist Otep Shamaya is fully capable of being a bitch (she's active on social medias), but the vast majority of the songs they make fucking annihilate. I know one that I've always been surprised by how "underground" it is is "Shelter In Place," which heavily enforces gun control and even addresses the NRA as a terrorist organization, so some people have very strong opinions on it, but idc, that song gives me fuckin goosebumps.

Does everyone in your family have a job? No; I don't, and Mom isn't being paid for cleaning the church right now because of disability stuff, so.

Name a reason you would most likely go to jail for: "Assault" for defending a loved one is definitely it. I am NOT afraid to throw the fuck down if somebody attacks my family, and I know in some cases judges or whatever don't accept situations as "self-defense."

If you’re a girl, have you ever had the urge shave your hair? Not all of it, no.

Is there a real fireplace in your house? Yes, but we never use it.

What’s the scariest book you’ve ever read? Uh, idk.

Do your parents drink? I am incredibly proud of my dad for being a recovered alcoholic; he never touches it anymore, at least that I know of. My mom drinks a little something very few times a year, kinda like me.

What’s your favorite seafood to eat? I only enjoy shrimp.

What does your best friend love that you hate? Uh... good question? "Hate" is a strong word; I can only imagine a situation where I love something and he doesn't, that being horror games. This mf couldn't handle the first necromorph appearance in Dead Space lmfao.

Name the creepiest horror movie character for you: Ghostface from Scream has scared me since I was a kid; I'd cry if I even saw a picture of him, lol. I kinda wanna watch the movies by this point though, like he's still super creepy to me, but he doesn't scare me anymore.

What do you believe in more: ghosts or demons? I definitely believe in ghosts, at least of some sort.

If you have a dog, what kind is it? She's a chihuahua; the last breed Mom and I ever would've sought out, but she was a friend's dog that Nicole was really insistent on us taking, and she works very well with us. We love her.

What’s the last reason you held someone’s hand? Because I wanted to and it's not rare that we do anyway when we're cuddling on the couch.

Has anyone ever tried stealing your boyfriend/girlfriend away? Not my current one, but in the past, yes.

If you were in the hospital, do you think any of your exes would come see you? No; none of them would even know, anyway. I wouldn't wanna see any, either.

Do you like being called baby? It's not my favorite, but it's whatever if Girt's the one who says it. I appreciate that it's not something he uses frequently, though.

What do you think of your best friend's ex? Well, she cheated on him and it really hurt him, so I don't think well of her. Although I am a believer in that people change, and they were together well over a decade ago, so I'm sure she's grown as an individual and I will not take that away from her. I know literally nothing about her other than what she did, not even her name.

If you had a child at the age you’re at now, do you think you’d be a good parent? No, absolutely no. I struggle taking care of myself, I could not handle a child right now.

What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? John Wolfe playing The Devil in Me.

What was your favorite job you’ve ever had? I didn't enjoy any of my very brief jobs...

What’s your phone’s wallpaper picture? Both my lock screen and home screen are currently agonizingly cute meerkat artwork.

When was the last time you saw the person you had your first kiss with? February 2017. I've since then seen a single picture of him because of a mutual friend on Facebook, but idr when this was and it was just a picture.

Why did you move to where you’re living now? Because the old house was a health hazard with mold issues, and at this time Mom had severe cancer so did NOT need that. Mom also had a hard time keeping up with rent at the old place, so that contributed to us needing out.

What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? My mom wasn't afraid to spank my sisters and me, and I do remember her once hitting me so hard on the arm that I kinda had a mark for a short period. I should mention my mom is very against physical discipline like that now; she nearly cries when Ashley's husband Nick decides spanking one of the kids is "necessary."

Have you ever been to California? If so, when was the last time you were there? No; that is the literal opposite end of the country for me and I have no reason to go there.

What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? Social situations as well as just knowing how the hell to be an adult. I don't understand money, I don't understand legal stuff; I understand very little and need help with like, everything.

Do you know anyone who treats retail/restaurant employees poorly? Not anymore. Colleen sure as hell was that person, but thank fuck I cut her out of my life many years ago.

What was the topic of conversation the last time you spoke to a sibling? Uh... I don't know.

Are you currently looking for a new job? Kinda passively, I guess. Sometimes I'll hop on Indeed and search for shit but I have absolutely zero hope.

Who is the person you are the closest to? (emotionally, not physically) My mom, and Girt.

Are any of your relatives musicians? No. I don't think, anyway.

Have you ever been in fear for your life? Yes.

What was the last caffeinated drink you had? Do you drink this often? By pure coincidence my mom just randomly brought me a Mountain Dew, lol. She's proud of me for taking better care of my teeth after the dentist. I don't drink it often anymore for sure.

AC/DC or Aerosmith? I like both, but I enjoy more Aerosmith songs.

Do you have a brother? (Do you like it that way?) I have a half-brother named Bobby, and I love him bunches even though I only see him once every few years or so... He lives in Tennessee. Right beside NC, yes, but we're in eastern NC and it's a LONG state so it is not a quick drive at all. He's amazing though, such a good, friendly, very intelligent person. He goes on hikes a lot and DAMN would I love to be able to do that with my big brother when I'm in better shape.

Is it possible/likely that you’ll become a cat lady? I MIGHT have a few cats when I'm older, I'm pretty much certain I'll have at least one, but I will never take in more animals than I can adequately provide for, and cats aren't my main pet type focus anyway.

Do you believe there’s a devil? No.

What have you been diagnosed with (if you don’t mind sharing)? Preface: I may not have every single one of the psych diagnoses; it's a strong theory that because of me having seen so many different doctors over time, there are many overlapping diagnoses. There's severe chronic depression, social and generalized anxiety, bipolarity II, AvPD, PTSD, and OCD, and right now I'm kinda-sorta in the process of seeking a professional to possibly receive an autism diagnosis, or at least get clarity that I am or am not. I don't feel like elaborating on all the reasons right now, just know I have a seriously thick novel of evidence that makes me and others (including my own mother) very suspicious that I just went undiagnosed growing up. ANYWAY physical stuff, my body carries inactive MRSA, I probably have a thyroid problem that I am soon to get properly examined, I have high cholesterol, severe sleep apnea, and uh... OH, this is brazenly obvious to me, but I haven't officially been diagnosed with muscle atrophy in my legs because I'm getting examined for anything else it might be, and sure enough the other options are running very low.

How often do you drink energy drinks? I don't; they're just too sweet, and something being too sweet for me says something.

Is Google your homepage? Yes.

Have you ever been on an island? I have, for a 4th grade field trip.

Do you enjoy jogging? I can BARELY jog for like a couple strides because of my legs. Suddenly and quickly putting so much pressure on my knees would make them buckle.

Have you tried Krispy Kreme doughnuts? (Was it love at first bite?) Krispy Kreme is my favorite place to get donuts so hell yes. When that "hot now" light is on, BOY the temptation to stop is almost unbearable, lmao. We have one very close to our house, but Mom and I avoid it because together we WILL eat a dozen super fast, lol.

Have you ever been a fan of The Killers? I mean, "Mr. Brightside" is a fucking classic and a legend of a musical piece, and I also like "Somebody Told Me," but that's pretty much it, I think.

In how many languages (besides English) can you count to 100? German... so long as I could look up what 12 is again, lol. For some reason I have SUCH a hard time remembering 12. (I just looked it up and it's "zwölf," yep, don't remember that shit lmfao)

What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? Probably strawberry. Maybe watermelon.

What do you think of shows like Maury and Jerry Springer? They're cringe as fuck, like it's excruciating.

How did you form your opinion of marijuana? Originally I was very against it because it's just another substance that affects the mind and perception and also has more carcinogens than cigarettes, but as an adult I am fully for legalizing it, though of course with regulatory laws and standards. Science is what changed my mind, really, and just knowing how incredibly beneficial weed can be for many kinds of people. I also just think it's a MASSIVE overreaction to have so many peopled jailed for weed, like bro you have WAY bigger fish to fry. I just feel like many, many improvements would be inevitable if weed was legalized worldwide.

How often do you sleep naked? Never. I only once or MAYBE twice fell asleep naked accidentally as a teenager when I was with Jason. I would feel way, way too vulnerable and also self-conscience deliberately sleeping naked.

Who is your favorite musical artist/band beginning with "N?" I just whipped out my iPod to check, and I'd say Ninja Sex Party. They kinda recently came through NC for an acoustic tour and I almost asked Girt about going because he loves them too, but yeah I didn't wanna ask ANYBODY to pay for something.

Are you much of an outdoorsy person? It sucks, I totally would be if I was in better shape/didn't feel like I was dying after five steps, and if it wasn't hot or even warm out.

How big of an Oprah fan are you? I know virtually nothing about her, so.

Have you learned the quadratic formula yet? (Do you remember it?) Well yeah, a very long time ago. I looked it up and I was wrong on what it is btw lmfao.

What is the one question you most want to ask someone and who? If Jason forgives me.

Would you agree that "variety is the spice of life?" As someone whose life is nothing but a pure, unvarying routine, yes, it absolutely is. I would give so much for my life to be more varied and exciting.

Why did you need your most recent x-ray and what were the results? At the dentist, I just needed updated x-rays of my teeth. Helped them locate cavities and stuff.

Do people more often mistake you as being younger or older than you are? Younger. I'll take it, lol.

Would you like a bottle of Yoo-Hoo or it’s not really your thing? Dude, I love those. Haven't had one in maaaany years though, which sucks. It's a warm memory of mine that when I was younger and my dad and I would go fishing with our neighbors, we would always stop at the gas station for Yoo-Hoos on the way.

Are you single? If not, what is your significant other's name? No; Donald Jr. but I've always known him as Girt.

What are your plans for tomorrow? I have a doctor appointment in the morning and Girt is coming over later. I think we're gonna color in this horror chick coloring book I got for Christmas. :')

Is anyone else in the room you’re in? Just my cat; he's asleep right behind my laptop. He loves that spot, I'm sure because of the heat leaving the computer.

What are you listening to? "Dicke Titten" by Rammstein, what a fuckin anthem lmfao

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