#disagreeing w me is totally fine

[leviathans-watching]

22 from the choose violence ask game! :)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ok this is so sick and twisted of me but probably that mammon watched mc die in his arms like the potential...the angst...the drama...hello people this is our cash cow lol

#idk if it's my favorite but off the top of my head it's up there lol #MY OPINION BTW #disagreeing w me is totally fine #answered asks #anon ask #ask game #levi's being a hater

[birdpal]

ice queendom is like.... okay. it’s fine. the style is very pretty. individual frames look quite appealing. most of the restructuring they did works much better than what was in the original.

but holy shit, the fights are so fucking flat

they feel like limp, dragged out versions of the original. movements that are supposed to be snappy and fluid are slow and dragging. there’s no energy, no flow of choreography, no energy

i go back and rewatch V1′s fights on a pretty regular basis because even with the lacking textures and general playstation 2 vibes of the models, those fights are fun as hell to watch.

i have no interest in rewatching IQ’s takes on those same fights.

#squiggalicious #this has just been bugging me since i watched it lmao it's totally fine if you disagree w me #but i needed to say it Somewhere

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ferrarifriends who finna be fired now? 🤣

landorizz who is he trying to get with these pics?

⤷ purplemerc I don't know, but he got to me, I am ready with open legs

⤷ purplemerc damn I meant open ARMS*, pardon my silly little keyboard hihi 😅😇

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sirenzsainz Lewis has such an aura around him, he's so aesthetic, like...it's so good to see him

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⤷ sennanschumi no because he's totally gonna answer you, bestie, just you wait

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rbrpodium she posted mick and george, and lew 🤍

⤷ cyruscars casually posting everyone in a work environment except Lewis, I wonder what it means.........

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[hacktplanets]

think partly the reason why marble hornets works so well in comparison to more recent arg's (cough) is bc people are so hellbent on piling on lore after lore, making the finished product absolutely incomprehensible to people who aren't tuned in to several things at once.

when marble hornets wanted to add lore, they'd give you one sentence, a chilling sentence, and then never elaborated on it, because its much scarier when the viewers dont have all of the answers. "he moved cause someone was leaving dead animals on his lawn."

"they'd put people on trial before god out here. the idea was they'd get stretched out, kinda like a rack." horrifying, is never brought up again. is the implication that the operator was one of these awful criminals? is that why he's stretched out? who knows. alex never mentions it again.

Jay is missing for about an hour after he opens a door and steps into blackness. we never find out where he was. we can guess, That’s the fun of it!

Less is more, I truly mean that.

think it also matches the theme of lost memories and not being able to control yourself, because something else is puppeteering you. there is still so much the protagonists DONT know.

i love me some deep lore but sometimes i feel like people overdo it out of insecurity. When you aren't confident in the main story you're trying to tell, of course ur gonna want to add more! its a distraction.

this is constructive criticism, i think anyone who is creative enough to make an ARG are already killing it. ppl might disagree w me thats totally fine !!

but i think horror is even scarier when certain things are left unknown and vague, it enhances what we DO know too.

#marble hornets #Analog horror

[dangermousie]

What the hell, broccoli? You have met the guy for a total of literally three seconds where he said hi and walked off and have also observed him goofing at a date with ZY for an additional minute a week before. That's a...unique ability to form any sort of opinion about a person from that amount of interaction.

Any time anyone starts a convo by saying "pardon my frankness" type of intro, nothing good can come. But seriously, wtf! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, THIS IS INSANE! She's never gonna bang your broccoli self, give up.

She is so much more polite because if anyone who wasn't my BFF of 10 years had the presumption of saying they know better than me who is suitable for me - good god. That would come better even from her mother who is, at least, her actual mother!

I literally started clapping. The thing is, LX may not be everyone's cup of tea (frankly, wouldn't date him myself, would brain him within an hour) but ZY clearly knows him inside out and sees him clearly and likes what she knows and sees - she is not some Victorian ideal wanting to change him into a better man for love - she likes him just fine the way he is and that is why that relationship can succeed. Going into any relationship, friendly, working or romantic, hoping to change the other person, is futile. But if you know what you are getting and like it, then there is every chance. Broccoli, like her mom, can't really see ZY for the grown up she is, who may make choices they disagree with or wouldn't themselves, and who has different tastes than they do. Broccoli's whole basic assumption is that she's fallen for Li Xun being attractive or w/e and has overlooked his personality and/or hopes to change it, he genuinely cannot get that ZY he knows, the good girl, can genuinely like the personality of a feral cat x human hedgehog crossbreed. But she does and honestly, she's allowed to and it is only her business. The only time people should intervene in a relationship is if the other person is abusive or an addict or some other similarly terrible stuff. Otherwise, butt out. Even if she were a misguided naif falling for an immature domineering jerk, guess what - her business and college is the perfect time to make those mistakes.

AAAAA! How is he so annoying? What kind of an answer is that? 50% is a failing grade for a reason! How can you make any relationship judgment when you don't know one half of said relationship aaaaaa!

That was GLORIOUS!!!! And she does not consciously realize it, but an epic slam of her own mom who she equates this dude to. (Broccoli is another one of those born on third base thinks he hit a triple people. Her mom, broccoli and ZY all come from privilege but honestly only ZY is cognizant of the same.)

Broccoli winding down the convo with "I hope you are right" made me want to stab him with a fork because that is so what people say when they mean "you are WRONG but I am too mature to continue and I am making that clear."

#cdrama #zhang jingyi #lighter and princess

[katebishopfan]

Summary: Y/n and Hailee have a tradition of making out to see who's better and one day Y/n goes a bit farther..

Pairings: fem!bff!reader x Hailee Steinfeld

Word Count: 1.1k

**Flashback**

"UM excuse me, I'm definitely a better kisser than you!" Y/n exclaimed outraged at what Hailee had just suggested.

"Uh rude, I'm literally an actress. I kiss people for a living." The brunette argued as they bickered back and forth. Y/n was pacing around and explaining how she had most definitely kissed more people than Hailee, which meant she was better but the younger girl was not having it.

"There is no way you're a better kisser than me L/n." Hailee decided standing up and pointing a finger at her best friend.

"Realllly? Well then I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree." Y/n replied in a huff, but this sparked an idea in the other girl. Hailee grabbed her best friend's waist and smashed her lips onto Y/n's.

"W-what are you doing?" Y/n mumbled in between kisses and Hailee shrugged.

"Figuring out who's better, duh." She explained and after a brief moment of non platonic-ness they pulled apart.

"So have I converted you?" Y/n teased as they sat back down on the popstar's couch.

"Nope, I'm definitely still a better kisser." She replied stubbornly. Y/n sighed and shook her head.

"Fine then we'll try every night to convince each other who's better until we finally decide." She announced before smirking at Hailee. "Just don't fall madly in love with me Steinfeld." The girl teased before they sat back down and finished their movie.

(A few months later)

Y/n POV:

I get home and see that Hailee is already waiting for me.

"Heyyy bestie!" I call as I pull off my shoes and Hailee runs down to greet me.

"You're finally home!" She exclaims running into my arms and hopping onto my waist.

"Yep, I had to close up shop on my own tonight so it took me a bit longer sorry darling." I explain and she nods.

"Totally fine pretty girl, now do you wanna watch a movie?" She asks excitedly her legs still wrapped around my waist. I nod and walk over to the couch before flopping down careful not her hurt her as I land on top of her my hands holding me right above her face. I boop her nose softly and she squeals before pulling me down to cuddle.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" I ask as she struggles to reach the TV remote from under me. I pass her the remote and she smiles up at me.

"Um welllllll, we could watch the Lorax.." She offers cheekily knowing full well we watched it last night. I groan and Hailee grabs my face tilting my head down and looking deeply into my eyes.

"C'mon Haizy, we watched the Lorax last night." I complain and she shrugs playing with my hair.

"Pweeeeeeeeaseeeeee, I wanna wawch the Lowax." She begs in her cute little baby voice that's she knows I can't resist. I throw my head back and she giggles pulling it back down.

"Fine, but tomorrow we're going to watch a different movie." I reply and she squeals with excitement turning over to the TV. When she finds the Lorax under 'watch it again?' she clicks play and smiles up at me.

"You're the best friend ever." She mumbles as we finish the movie and I smirk down at her.

"Damn right I am." I agree pulling her up onto lap. "I mean try finding someone else who'll watch the Lorax with you over and over again." I add causing Hailee to giggle. She shifts her gaze down to my lips before quickly snapping her head back up to my eyes. My hands slowly slip under her shirt and her breath hitches slightly. I know it's just a silly little bet between friends but still, I love the way her lips feel on mine.

"I'm still so much better." I tease before connecting our lips into a searing kiss and wrapping my arms around her waist. She smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck her lips softly moving against mine as she receives the kiss. I move my hands up and down her toned abdomen as I pull her lip out softly with my teeth before reconnecting our lips again.

What starts out slow soon gets hungrier and more competitive. I feel her pull back slightly and take several deep breaths before slamming her plump lips onto mine. I tilt my head to the side slightly and swipe my tongue across the bottom of her mouth and but to my surprise she doesn't grant me access. I let out a muffled sound of annoyance and she giggles into my mouth. Her mouth opens as she does so and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue in. She makes a surprised noise and I quickly take over the kiss making it clear I'm going to win this round.

I push her down onto her back and use her surprise to my advantage pulling up her right leg, connecting it to my waist. I run my hand up and down her thigh as I start explore her mouth with my tongue. She lets out a whine as I travel around every part of her mouth and I feel her squirm around underneath me trying to find a good place for her hands. As soon as I've explored every place in her mouth I slowly pull back for air and she pants on my shoulder.

I can tell we both didn't expect to go that far or for that long since we didn't get enough air to keep going any longer. I look down at Hailee whose lips are a bright shade of red and slightly swollen as she continues to take deep breaths to slow her breathing down. I peck her lips softly once she's recovered her breath and she smiles again as I pepper soft kisses around from the side of her mouth to her bottom lip, finally reaching her top lip before pulling back. I pull her out from under me and place her onto my lap once again. She looks down at me and hums quietly licking her now chapped lips. I giggle as she straddles me and I reach up to her lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." I whisper worriedly playing with her bottom lip. She shakes her head and smiles.

"It's okay you didn't love, your lips look the same too. Plus, I um.. Really enjoyed that part where you uh.. Y'know lifted up my leg." She admits slightly embarrassed. Hold up did I hear this girl right? Did Hailee Steinfeld just admit she enjoyed are little makeout sesh??

"Does this mean I'm better?" I tease jokingly.

A/N

I guess we'll never know what Hailee said after that. Oh well byeeeeee.

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x female!reader #female!reader #xreader #reader insert #female reader #wlw #gxg

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I just read your poly stsg x reader post and. Oh my lord. PLEASEEEEE I love them more than anything and I just need to scream and yell about them until my throat is hoarse and sore and I physically cannot talk anymore I’m so serious

the way I feel like in a poly relationship they both absolutely love spoiling and caring for u, but in different ways. Hear me out:

Suguru shows his love by pretty much just taking on the responsibility of a caregiver, because he just falls into that role so easily. He’s the type to cook the foods he KNOWS you love the most for you, to wash your hair for you while you bathe in the luxury bathroom that’s dimly lit with your favourite scented candles and the tub that’s filled with bubbles and any extras you ask for, to brush and play with your hair while you do your night time skincare routine, to offer you a massage at the slightest sign of stress (his hands would be perfect for giving a massage I will fight anyone who disagrees) to always bring back your fav snacks and drinks if he sees them when he’s in public, to take on your own household chores if he notices you’re having a rough and/or unproductive day… <333 he’s so wife….

And then of course best boy satoru who loves like he might actually have a heart attack if he has to go one second without showing his utmost adoration for you (he’s a drama queen). but I love the fact we’ve all agreed he’s like a puppy- because in my head HE IS !! he acts like a lovesick puppy, on your tail 24/7. He’s the type of boyfriend (or husband ykwim….) who when you’re hanging out together and you get up to go to the bathroom, would follow you out of instinct because he’s just so used to being a clingy little bastard. and don’t even get me STARTED on the spoiling- I know you’ve mentioned it in a previous fic and I can’t help but agree so hard. but it’s not like he just gives you money and leaves you to your own devices, i get the feeling he’d want to be involved if you decide to go on a shopping spree. He’s the type to be totally fine with carrying all the shopping bags (I mean have u SEEN those muscles….), and just pay so much attention to you that it’s almost (almost) overwhelming. Paying full attention to which stores and items catch your eye, which clothes you pick out, etc etc

Omfg this was…. Longer than I intended it to be 💀You’ve made me love them too much. You’ve corrupted me with the idea of them and how amazing they’d be as bfs (husbands.) and I am completely content with that fact. 🙌🙌

THE WAY MY ANONS ARE LITERALLY HANDFEEDING ME ATP THANK U THANK U i feel like a little baby bird being fed worms. reading this healed me UR SOOOOO RIGHT ANON <333

where do i even BEGIN this was so cute and lovely and U GET IT U DO!!!! sugu is soooo wife and toru is so husband <3333 they love taking care of you so much!!!! 100% the type of bfs/husbands to die on the hill that making you happy is their job, their duty, theyre both sooo serious abt it.

i genuinely think doting on u is a stress relief for sugu LMAO like he can only relax if you’re wolfing down your favorite food and humming happily, or putty beneath his heavy hands as they massage your scalp….. he’s such a caregiver it’s insane. i can’t see him any other way. ABSOLUTELY the type to massage u all the time have u SEEN his hands…. u get him anon. he’s just so eager to care for u all the time. ESP through cooking i just feel like that’s such a comfortable way for him to show his love!! he will always always always joke abt how that’s his secret ingredient even if u and toru roll ur eyes <33

(this is just a sidethought of mine but tbh i dont picture sugu having a great relationship w his parents — i do however think he has a lot of love for his mother even if its complicated… i imagine him remembering the soup she used to make him when he was sick and making it for u and toru too </3 it makes him feel warm. and so lucky to have a home and family with you two, one that makes him feel safe.)

honestly i think sugu is so eager to be ur caretaker that u just kinda have to trick him into letting u dote on him for once 😭😭 mind games and everything. he just feels more comfortable giving than receiving in any situation. but as soon as ur hands are massaging his shoulders hes out like a light <333 soft lil snores <3333 and he’ll pamper u even more to make up for it when he wakes up!!!

AND TORUUUUU MY DEAREST MY LITTLE PUPPYDOG MY GIRLFRIEND i love him. ur so right!! i think his love seeps out allllll the time and it’s very direct, warm hugs and kisses and gifts <33 but i absolutely agree that hes not the type to just give u money and call it a day — he loves spoiling you and to him that entails taking you wherever you want to go, doing whatever you want to do, buying you whatever makes you happy <333 if u want to go shopping he gets sooooo excited i just KNOW it. carries ur bags and gushes over ur outfits and makes u give him a whole fashion show in whatever boutique hes taken u to hhhhh hes a sweetiepie..

ALSOOO he 100% buys himself outfits to match urs. AND he’ll get one for sugu too. he’s the type to buy u friendship bracelets LOL hes so cute!! if he buys one of u smth then in his mind he HAS to buy the other + himself smth too just for the sake of matching. if you ask him to go get u a vanilla milkshake he’ll return w one for u, a strawberry milkshake for himself and a chocolate milkshake for sugu bc look!! we’re matching <333 HES SO CUTEEE 🥺🥺 (also for some reason i just know hes the one who proposes. sugu has a whole elaborate proposal planned out and already bought the rings but satoru beats him to it and he wants to be angry but he can’t. he’s too happy. and ofc satoru makes sure that ur rings have matching motifs <33 star/sun/moon or something of the sort he is a sappp)

ANYWAY anon this made my whole day i am EATING everything u wrote licking the crumbs off my fingers <3333 i love domestic poly stsg like i love nothing in this universe theyre just the best husbands in the world i think

#ari vs poly!stsg (instant loss) #i am so thankful for my anons & moots im literally just sitting here getting fed day in day out #they make me soooooo happy i love my boys !!!!!!!

[strangerstilinski]

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Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

TW | S2

chapter two

summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough — now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle this. it would be fine. everything was great.

word count; 7,965

chapter notes; pack recruitment doesn’t go quite as smoothly as derek had hoped. the whole gang tries to help when isaac finds himself in a tight spot on the night of his first full moon.

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"Are you sure you guys have to lock me up? I mean, I feel like things are gonna be a lot easier tonight." Scott repeated optimistically for the third time.

Stiles rolled his eyes as the two of them headed down the hallway toward the locker room to get ready for their morning practice, tugging the strap of his backpack more firmly over his shoulder.

"Yeah.. I, uh- I'd love to believe you, Scott. But-"

"I'm serious." Scott insisted, "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh? No wolfy urges?" Stiles started, "You're not feeling any urges to kiss your unbelievably attractive and now, might I remind you, ridiculously unavailable best friends?" He asked pointedly, wincing at the mere thought of the way Scott had made a move on Amber the month before. Flashes of pink lipgloss smeared over Scott’s lips, Amber’s wide hazel eyes and bruised knuckles, the angry words that had been shouted back and forth between Scott and himself, all still fresh in his mind.

"Are you describing Amber or yourself?" Scott asked with a grin, amused with his own joke.

"I'm not going to respond to that. Because it wasn't funny." Stiles stated before continuing, "How about the urge to maim and kill people? Like us? Your best friends?"

"I swear I don't have the urge to kiss and/or kill either of you." Scott promised as they walked through the door into the locker room.

"Y'know, you say that now-" Stiles disagreed quietly, "But then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" He rambled off quickly, gesturing emphatically with his hands as they approached his locker, "And it's very stressful on me. So, yes. We're still going to be locking you up."

"Okay, fine," Scott conceded, leaning against the end of the lockers, "But I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are so good with Allison-"

Stiles' face pinched up in annoyance, "Yeah, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

"They're really good." Scott repeated suggestively.

"I- Thank you. I know." Stiles muttered.

Scott grinned and raised his eyebrows in insinuation, "I mean like.. Really good.."

"Alright! I get it!" Stiles snapped, "Just, please. Shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."

Scott looked at his best friend in amusement, "Why're you so bitter, anyway? I texted Amber last night. So I know you were planning on sleeping at her place. Alone.." He hinted, "I mean, didn't you guys-"

"No, we didn't." Stiles told him, readjusting his backpack over his shoulder again agitatedly, "I- Which is fine. I've been in love with this girl for nine years. Waiting a little bit longer isn't gonna kill me, I just. It doesn't mean I don't want to. Really bad."

He sighed as his mind unhelpfully supplied him with the same image he'd thought back to a million times in the last 12 hours — Amber, in nothing but the thin lace of her underwear, shivering, smooth skin pebbled with goosebumps, the muscles in her stomach clenched from the cold-

"-Like, all I think about doing every second of every day, bad." He rambled on, huffing angrily when his eyes caught on Scott's smug face again, "And it would just be a whole lot easier if I weren't listening to you brag about your incredible sex life, alright?"

"Okay, okay." Scott raised his hands in surrender and changed the topic, "Do you guys at least have a better plan than handcuffing me in my bedroom this time?"

Stiles nodded and moved to pull his locker open, "Yeah, much better-"

As the door to his lacrosse locker swung open, the sturdy metal chains that he'd stuffed in there haphazardly in preparation for the full moon slipped from the top shelf. They slowly and forcefully slid out to the tile floor of the locker room, clinking loudly as the long link of chains began to coil in a pile at their feet. Stiles made a few aborted motions to catch the mess but they were made in vain, the chains slipping through his hands as they fell until he simply dropped his arms to his sides with a wince.

Coach Finstock stepped up beside him and smacked his gum loudly in Stiles' ear, peering over his shoulder as the chains slowly fell and gathered in a heap. Stiles risked a glance back at the man and then around the locker room, shrinking back awkwardly under the judgemental gazes of the guys around them as the chains continued to fall, seconds stretching painfully slowly to prolong the embarrassment.

When the long chain finally finished piling up on the floor, the changing room was thrust into a stunned silence.

"Part of me wants to ask," Coach Finstock told him, eyes glued to the large pile of chains on the floor at his feet, "But the other part says that knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine." He confessed, taking a few steps and backing up slowly, "So, I'm gonna walk away."

"That's good," Stiles choked out, a pink flush on his cheeks, "That's a wise choice, Coach."

He quickly knelt down onto the ground to attempt to collect the mess so that he could stuff it back into his locker and Scott squatted down beside him.

Stiles' hands fumbled with the chains for a moment, his gaze drifting up toward his friend and pausing when he noticed Scott looking around the room distractedly. His friend's eyes raked over their teammates in a slow trail as he searched for something.

"You okay?" Stiles questioned after a few moments, watching his friend continue his survey of the room, "Scott?"

Scott's attention finally snapped over to Stiles with a frown, "There's another," He said vaguely, "In here. Right now."

Stiles blinked in confusion, "Another what?"

"Another werewolf."

Even though they'd skipped both first and second period to get coffee in an attempt to settle some of Lydia's nerves, the redhead still hesitated nervously outside the school building, both Amber and Allison watching her apprehensively out of the corners of their eyes.

"You okay, Lyds?" Amber asked softly, "If you don't wanna do this today, I'll take you home right now. I can just borrow Stiles' Chemistry notes and I'll go to classes after lunch-"

"I'm fine. I can do this." Lydia assured her, "I am not some emotionally scarred little girl who got lost on a hike, okay? I’m better than that. And I don't even remember it, so."

"You seriously don't remember anything?" Allison asked from the redhead's other side.

Lydia looked between her two friends with a sigh before delving back into the explanation she'd already given Amber that morning when she'd first picked her up and asked about her visit to the hospital the night before.

"They called it a 'Fugue State'. Which is basically their way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running around the woods naked for two days.'" Lydia shrugged, "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."

Amber's hand went to Lydia's shoulder protectively, "Oh, cut it out, will you? You're gorgeous. Always."

Lydia rolled her eyes but didn't deem the compliment worthy of a response, hesitation seemingly gone as she reached out to wrap a hand around the door handle.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison checked again.

"Please," Lydia scoffed, "It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."

Without waiting for a response, Lydia pulled the door open and stepped into the building. Amber shot Allison a small grimace of sympathy and the other girl smiled weakly in response as they followed Lydia inside.

The hallways were crowded at the tail end of the fifteen minute morning break and it seemed as if every one of the students froze in their movements, all of the eyes in the busy hallway suddenly drawn to the reappearance of the girl they'd all been gossiping about since Winter Formal.

The heavy weight of the stares of their classmates had Lydia faltering in her steps once again and Amber stepped up beside her, hand settling on her friend’s back reassuringly.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison suggested slyly from Lydia's other side.

The comment seemed to jolt Lydia back into action and she tilted her head thoughtfully before stepping away from Amber's outstretched hand and strutting confidently down the hallway toward her locker. Amber scrambled to follow behind her, tugging her backpack straps tighter over her shoulders as she regained her footing and matched her friend's steps.

"Hey, I'm gonna head to Chem, but I'll talk to you later, okay?" Amber checked in quickly, watching as Lydia waved her hand dismissively and hummed, "Text me if you need anything, Lyds. I mean it."

"Honestly. You're worse than my mother, Amber." Lydia commented, flipping her hair over her shoulder as the three split apart at the intersection of the hallways, "If I suddenly have some life threatening emergency, you'll be my first call!" The redhead promised over her shoulder, waving her arm above her head without turning around and disappearing down the hall.

When she could no longer see her head of strawberry blonde hair amidst the throng of students, Amber finally turned only to flinch embarrassingly in surprise when she spun directly into Allison.

"Sorry!" Allison apologized quickly, "I thought you knew I was right behind you."

Amber's heart rate slowed after the sudden spike and she shook her head with an uneasy laugh, "It's fine, no worries."

They looked at one another in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Amber took a small step to go, Allison's hand snapping out quickly to wrap around her wrist in a gentle grip.

"Wait!" Allison pleaded, "I just- I wanted to talk to you for a minute. Y'know, without Lydia."

"Oh. Yeah, sure," Amber agreed easily, assuming the other girl wanted to talk to her about their red headed friend, "What's up?"

Allison released her wrist to rub her hand along her own arm uncomfortably, "I just- I know there's no real way to apologize for everything that happened.." She started slowly, "But, I still wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. Like, so unbelievably, ridiculously, and absurdly sorry. For everything."

Amber sighed, pulling at her backpack straps awkwardly, "Thanks, Allison." She said honestly, "I- That- It means a lot."

Allison's stiff posture slumped in what looked like relief, "Does that mean I'm kinda, sorta, a little bit forgiven?" She questioned hopefully with a dazzling smile.

"Kinda, sorta." Amber laughed quietly despite herself, holding up her hand to pinch her thumb and forefinger together and showing her the small gap of space between them, "A little."

Allison's smile widened, "I'll take it!" She laughed excitedly, bouncing on her toes and throwing her arms around the other girl in a hug. Amber laughed and hugged her back for a moment before Allison stepped back with a wide smile. "I'll let you get to class, now." Allison told her, smiling and giving her a wave before darting down the hallway toward her locker.

With an amused shake of her head, Amber turned back to head to the west stairwell and made her way toward Mr. Harris' room on the second floor.

The Chemistry classroom was nearly empty, so she settled in at one of the slightly larger tables near the back of the room and took the center stool out of the three that were squeezed in at the table, dropping her backpack to the ground at her feet. She hummed a tune under her breath and began to bounce her leg absentmindedly, her foot propped up on the lower rung of her seat as she waited for her best friends to join her.

When Scott and Stiles walked through the doorway together, they both seemed to stumble over their own feet at the mere sight of her and they picked up their pace as they rushed toward the table she'd claimed at the back of the room.

"Dude! Where have you been?" Scott asked immediately, settling into the stool on her left.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the tinge of anxiety in her friend's voice and she turned her head toward Stiles when he came around the table on her other side. He hugged her head to his chest in greeting and she reached a hand up to pat his back, nuzzling her nose into his shirt for only a second before she turned her head to speak.

"Allison and I took Lydia out for coffee before we came in-" She explained slowly, cheek still pressed against the soft material of Stiles' shirt. As he released her and sat down, she looked between the two boys on either side of her curiously, "Why, what's going on? Did something-"

"There's another werewolf." Scott told her in a harsh whisper.

"Isaac Lahey." Stiles cut in quickly.

Amber's foot slipped from the rung on her stool and she managed to catch herself with her hands, slapping them down on the tabletop loudly as he continued.

"And it gets better. He was pulled out of practice this morning and is gonna be taken in for questioning because, drumroll please-" Stiles tapped his fingertips on the surface of the table dramatically, "His dad's dead. They're thinking it might be murder and if Isaac's a suspect, we're all seriously screwed because somehow, I doubt the cells at the station are up to code for holding the supernatural."

Her eyes were wide. Derek had assured her everything would be fine. This was decidedly not fine.

"His dad's dead?" She squeaked.

"That's the part that got you?" Stiles asked in disbelief, "Not the sudden appearance of another teenage werewolf?"

"Wh- I.." She stuttered with a wince, pulling her pencil from the spiral of her notebook, desperate to have something between her fingers to fidget with, "I mean, it's just-"

"You knew didn't you?" Stiles interrupted, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.

"You knew Derek turned someone?" Scott whispered frantically.

She made a face, tapping her pencil eraser in a fast rhythm against the tabletop, "Technically, I knew he was planning to turn someone-"

"What!" Scott said a touch too loudly, looking around them sheepishly before training a harsh glare on Amber.

Stiles reached out to wrap his fingers around hers, pinning her fidgeting hand down against the table, "Amber. What the hell?" He said seriously.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized in distress, looking over at Stiles with wide eyes, "Derek promised everything would be fine because he was sure that Isaac-"

"If you three are finished, I'm going to start class now." Mr. Harris' voice cut out sharply.

Their attention snapped to the front of the classroom where their teacher was standing at the blackboard, a loathing look of annoyance on his face as he scowled at the three teens through his glasses.

Amber blinked in surprise and looked around the now full classroom. She hadn't even noticed the final bell ring.

"Sorry, sir." She apologized quietly as she felt Stiles' fingers retreat from where they'd been wrapped around her hand.

Mr. Harris glared for another few seconds in silence before he turned to the blackboard, grabbing a piece of chalk and beginning to write, the loud clacking filling the room every time the chalk tapped back down against the board.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked in a hushed whisper, turning back to look down the table at his friends.

Amber bit down on her lower lip, eyebrows drawing together, hesitant to tell her best friends about herself being Derek's first choice, but equally reluctant to broadcast Isaac's abusive home situation.

Stiles watched her hesitation and he sighed quietly, leaning forward on the table to peer around her toward Scott as he spoke softly, "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you," He said quietly, "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

Amber reached out under the table to squeeze his knee in silent thanks for covering for her and he gave her a small, tight smile in response.

"Well, he is a teenager. So, your dad can't hold him, right?" She asked Stiles quietly, smoothing her thumb along the outside of his knee.

He frowned in thought for only a fraction of a second, "Well, not unless they have solid evidence," He whispered in response, "Or a witness.. Wait-" His eyes narrowed and he whipped around, scanning the classroom for a moment before turning to the table beside them, "Danny." He hissed at the boy sitting a few feet away, "Where's Jackson."

Amber's eyes locked on the empty stool beside Danny that was usually occupied by the boy in question, her eyebrows furrowing.

"In the principal's office," Danny told Stiles, the look of confusion on his face revealing that he was surprised the three of them didn't already know, "Talking to your dad."

"What?" Amber whispered frantically at Danny.

"Why?" Stiles asked immediately after.

Danny shrugged, "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

Stiles turned slowly on his stool, looking at Amber and Scott, jaw agape.

"Witness." Scott supplied quietly.

"Shit, fuck." Amber hissed under her breath, her hand abandoning Stiles' knee so that she could tangle her fingers agitatedly in her hair, elbows on the table in front of her.

"We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles said quietly.

Amber looked up again with a frown, "How?" She and Scott questioned at the same time.

"Everyone please turn to page seventy-three." Mr. Harris announced as he finished up writing his notes on the board.

Stiles was quick to reach out for Amber's notebook and rip out a blank page, tongue pinched between his lips in concentration as he rolled it into a tight ball. She frowned at the messily torn paper in the notebook in front of her and was about to question him when her eyes were drawn to the small white bundle soaring through the air toward the front of the room. She watched with wide fearful eyes as the ball of paper bounced against the back of their teacher's head with a quiet smack before dropping softly to the ground.

Mr. Harris turned around sharply, furious eyes raking over the students behind him, "Who in the hell did that?" He asked angrily.

A few student's laughed and Amber balked, heart pounding with nerves in her chest. Her accusing finger came up to sell out Stiles in a flash, hyper-aware of the haphazardly torn notebook page sitting in front of her. Stiles pointed his own index finger over her head toward Scott, and the third boy gestured vaguely to his right in the direction of both of his friends.

Mr. Harris took an enraged breath, his jaw clenching as he gestured toward the classroom door, "Principal's office. All three of you. Now."

Amber swallowed nervously and nodded, attempting to quickly collect her books into a pile in her arms with fumbling hands and tripping over her stool as she stood to leave. Stiles reached out to steady her with a hand on her waist as she stumbled and the three of them rushed out of the classroom hurriedly.

When they stepped into the hallway, Amber reached up with her free hand to smack Stiles in the chest.

"Are you out of your mind?" She hissed as they fast walked toward the office.

"Sorry." He apologized weakly, tightening his hand around her waist and squeezing her hip in a way that brought infuriating tingles to her stomach, "Desperate times and all that."

Her face scrunched up and she huffed a sigh, knowing that he was right and they'd needed some way to know what Jackson was telling his dad. But it didn't mean she had to like it.

When they got to the hallway just outside of the principal's office, the boys quickly settled into the two chairs outside of the open door, all three of the teens dropping their books to the ground beneath them.

The secretary narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at the trio as they settled in, clearly having already gotten a call from Mr. Harris while they'd made their way to the office. Amber gave the woman a sheepish smile as she sat back against the armrests between the two seats, tilting her head as the three of them listened in on the voices coming from the office behind them.

"Listen to me," Sheriff Stilinski's voice said from the other side of the wall, "You're telling me you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him?" Jackson scoffed, "He was kicking the crap out of him."

Amber frowned at his words, finding herself angry on Isaac Lahey's behalf despite barely knowing him. As if he could sense the moral need for justice flaring up inside of her, Stiles reached up to rest a hand on her thigh where she was propped on the arm of the chair.

"Did- did you ever say anything to anyone?" The Sheriff asked, "A uh, a teacher? Parents? Anyone?"

"Nope." Jackson said easily, "It's not my problem."

"No, no. Of course not." The Sheriff agreed quietly, "Y'know. It's funny. That the kids getting beaten up are never the ones that deserve it."

"Yeah." Jackson agreed immediately, "Wait, what?"

Amber snorted a laugh.

"I think we're done here." Sheriff Stilinski announced.

The sound of footsteps approaching against the tile floor alerted them as the Sheriff and a deputy moved to exit the office and Amber was yanked roughly from her perch between the two chairs. She yelped quietly in surprise as Stiles hauled her down onto his lap and wrenched a magazine open in front of her face. Her hands reflexively came up to hold the edges of the glossy booklet and she raised it up to cover their faces just as his father stepped out into the hallway.

"Hi, Scott." Mr. Stilinski greeted slowly, his eyes flicking over to the seat beside the boy with an unimpressed look, "Amber." He added pointedly.

She peered around the side of the magazine, resolutely keeping it held up in front of Stiles over her shoulder, "Good morning, Mr. Stilinski." She greeted with a nervous smile, keeping her body determinedly still as she acted as a wall between Stiles and his father.

The man continued to look at her in disbelief for a few seconds before shaking his head and disappearing down the hallway without another word.

"Dude. You know he definitely saw you, right?" Scott asked Stiles quietly after a moment.

"Boys. Young lady." A voice addressed them from the door of the office, causing Amber to flinch from her perch on Stiles' lap as they all looked up at the old man who was decidedly not thirty year old Principal Thomas whom they'd been expecting, "Come on in." The old man summoned.

Amber scrambled to her feet and the boys followed suit, the three of them looking between one another in confusion as they followed behind the man and stepped into the principal's office.

There were three chairs waiting for them in the small room and Amber settled into the center seat with a nervous breath, looking around the office and frowning at the absence of their usual principal's things.

The older man settled into the seat behind the desk and picked up a small folder, peering inside for a moment before his gaze rose to examine Scott.

"Scott McCall," He drawled in a slow rasp, "Academically not the most accomplished.. But I see you have become quite the star athlete." He said, soundly mildly impressed.

Amber peeked over at her friend and watched Scott nod just before the old man picked up a new folder and spoke again, addressing her this time.

"Amber Callisto," He read off the top of the page, eyes lifting up to look at her with an indiscernible expression, "A 4.0 GPA and first line on the girl's soccer team." He commended in approval.

She nodded nervously at his assessment, picking anxiously at her thumbnail in her lap. She slumped in relief when he dropped her folder atop Scott's and moved on to another. She watched the old man squint at the page silently for a few seconds, undoubtedly trying to figure out how to pronounce the name at the top of the page.

"Mieczysław." She supplied quietly after a moment, unaware of the way Stiles' eyes snapped over to her in awe at the easy way the pronunciation slipped past her lips.

The old man behind the principal's desk looked between the girl and the folder in his hands for only a second before he turned his attention toward Stiles.

"Mr. Stilinski," The man addressed him finally, eyes dropping to look down the page, "Oh. Perfect grades," He assessed with an impressed eyebrow raise, "But little to no extracurriculars.. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

Stiles leaned forward in his chair, "Oh, um. Actually, I'm alr-"

"Hold on-" The older man interrupted, turning his attention back toward Scott, "McCall.. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"Granddaughter?" Amber repeated quietly, sitting up straighter in her seat as she looked between her two best friends in surprise.

"We were dating," Scott told Allison's grandfather quickly, "But not anymore. Not dating. Not seeing any of each other, or doing anything with each other.. At all." He rambled nervously.

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." The older Argent observed amusedly.

Scott took a nervous breath, "Just, a hard breakup."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." The old man commented, pausing for a moment before turning his head to look between the three teens, "Now, listen guys. Yes, I am the principal. But I don't really want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh," Stiles huffed sarcastically, "Is that so?"

Amber reached across the small gap between them to smack his arm anxiously, glaring at his lack of verbal self-control.

The old man raised his eyebrows before continuing on as if nothing had happened, "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers, so.. Unfortunately, someone will have to take the fall and stay behind today for detention." Principal Argent looked between them slowly, pursing his lips as he waited for someone to speak up.

Amber turned her head between her two friends slowly. Scott was giving her a look in silent objection to doing it himself, which she supposed made sense since he was the werewolf of the three of them and thus slightly better equipped to deal with the Isaac situation. Her gaze drifted to her other side and she watched Stiles distractedly picking at a hangnail on his thumb and making no move to speak up himself.

His attention snapped up, however, when she finally sighed and turned to face the principal in slow reluctance.

"I-" She started.

"It was me." Stiles announced quickly, "Yeah, I'll stay for detention."

At the end of the school day, Amber ran down the hall when she saw Scott take off down the stairs.

"No, no," She muttered to herself, pushing past a few students with mumbled apologies as she ran after her best friend, "Scott, wait up!" She yelled with the hope he'd be paying enough attention to hear her.

She stumbled down the staircase near the school's side entrance, nearly losing her footing a couple of times. When she got to the end of the hallway, she pushed through the metal doors and toppled outside, running straight into Scott's back and catching herself with her hands on his shoulders.

She spotted the Sheriff's cruiser finally pulling away from the school, Isaac Lahey looking out the back window at them worriedly.

"Oh, shit." She muttered, "I guess they think he might've done it?" She questioned, not really expecting an answer.

Scott looked down at her with wide eyes and she grimaced, unsure what to do next.

There was a sudden squeal of tires against the pavement as a familiar black Camaro skidded to a stop in front of the building.

Derek leaned toward the open passenger window and called out to them, "Get in. Both of you."

"Funny. I could've sworn you didn't need my help." Amber reminded him snarkily.

"This is your fault!" Scott snapped at Derek from beside her, pointing at the police cruiser that was pulling out onto the main road, "You did that."

"I know." Derek said generically to the both of them, "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea," Scott said as the two of them walked closer to the idling car, "I'm gonna call a lawyer, because a lawyer might actually have a chance of getting him out before the full moon."

Amber raised her eyebrows at the decent suggestion from her best friend, lifting a thumb to point at Scott while sending Derek a nod of agreement.

Derek shook his head, "Not once they do real search of the house."

"What d'you mean?" Amber questioned.

He sighed, "Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse."

Her stomach turned uncomfortably, mind racing as Derek threw the passenger door open and looked at them expectantly. She met Scott's gaze and he sighed with a frown, dropping a hand between her shoulder blades to guide her into the backseat of the car.

It didn't take long for nightfall to set in beneath the early winter sunset once they pulled up to the Lahey house. Under the cover of the darkness, they crept into the house, their path dimly lit by the flashlight Derek had handed off to Scott.

"I thought Isaac was supposed to be a safe bet?" Amber asked Derek quietly as they moved through the dark front hallway, "What happened to that, huh? He's a werewolf for less than a day and he kills his dad?"

"Isaac didn't kill him. He told me he didn't." Derek said assuredly.

"Well if he didn't, then who did?" Scott asked, turning back toward them in the dark as he walked.

Derek frowned, eyebrows furrowing in frustration, "I don't know yet."

"Well then how d'you know he's telling the truth?" Scott questioned disbelievingly.

"Because I trust my senses," Derek said easily, "It's a combination of them, not just your.. Sense of smell." He emphasized with a knowing look.

"Huh?" Amber asked in confusion, looking between Derek's raised eyebrows and Scott's ashamed grimace, "What did you do? What'd I miss?"

"You.. Saw the lacrosse thing today." Scott realized quietly, focused on Derek.

"What lacrosse thing?"

"Yeah." Derek told Scott, unimpressed.

"Did it look that bad?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah." Derek repeated.

"Wh- What lacrosse thing?" Amber asked again desperately.

Scott winced, "Stiles got me in goal, so I could sniff some of the guys on the team, so that I could-" He caught her incredulous look and continued dejectedly, "So I could figure out who the new werewolf was. By scent."

"Dear God, Scott." She breathed, patting his shoulder.

"I was surprised you didn't tell them about Isaac." Derek commented to the girl as they approached a closed door off of the kitchen and slowed to a stop.

"Yeah, well. I trusted that you knew what you were doing," She scowled at him in the dark, "Evidently that was a mistake." She said pointedly.

Derek shook his head, resting on hand on her shoulder as he pulled open the door in front of them, revealing a dark stairwell that led down into the basement. He turned his attention toward Scott, grabbing the flashlight and nodding toward the open doorway.

"You wanna learn?" Derek prompted, "Let's start now."

"What's down there?" Amber asked nervously, following behind Scott as he began to descend the stairs.

"Motive." Derek said simply.

"And what am I looking for?" Scott asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around.

"Follow your senses." Derek told him.

Amber examined the dark cellar with slow steps, squinting at the mess of old furniture and stored junk. She fought the urge to run her finger through the dust on the worktop along the wall, turning in a slow spin as she looked around. Her eyes caught on a large chest freezer that was unplugged from the wall and she frowned at it in confusion.

"What happened down here?" Scott asked.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek answered ominously.

Amber felt the warmth of Scott's body when he came to stand beside her in the cool basement. He too frowned as he looked down at the freezer in front of them. Her hand trailed over the top of it, fingers toying gently at the open padlock secured to the front. Scott pulled the lock into his own hand and he let out a shaky breath as his fingers came into contact with the metal.

Just as she was about to question his reaction, Derek shined the flashlight in their direction and spoke up from behind them.

"Open it."

Scott unhooked the padlock from the staple and flipped the hatch before slowly lifting the lid to the freezer. Derek helpfully shined the flashlight around the inside of the chest and Amber gasped, her stomach twisting sickeningly as her eyes took in the sight in front of them.

The inside of the freezer was covered in small, shallow, very human, claw marks. Someone had raked their fingernails along the walls and the top of the freezer in deep scratches. There was red caked into some of the gouges where fingertips had bled as they'd scratched painfully against the hard plastic.

"God." Amber whispered, reaching out to touch one of the marks gently, her fingertip running over the indents on the inside of the lid. She turned to Derek with a horrified look, "Isaac's dad locked him in here?"

Derek nodded, "Among other things."

"This is why he said yes to you." Scott stated, turning to look at Derek.

"Everyone wants power." Derek told him.

"If- If we help you, then you have to stop," Scott demanded, "You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

Derek looked at him incredulously, "I can if they're willing."

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?" Scott questioned.

"Yes," Derek replied, "And he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot!" Scott snapped.

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Derek raised his eyebrows when Scott looked at him in surprise, "Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?" He asked, "You saw what happens to an Omega."

"Wait, what Omega?" Amber interjected, "There was an Omega? What happened to them?"

"The Argents cut him in half." Derek explained quickly. He moved to speak again and Amber gaped, looking between the two werewolves.

"What!" She squeaked, "Th- They.. When- Who-"

"The Omega was the one stealing and eating the organs. At the graveyard, the ambulance-"

"We- We desperately need to work on your information redistribution skills." Amber told Scott in disbelief.

"Enough." Derek interrupted before focusing on Scott, "With me, you learn how to use all your senses. With me, you learn control." He stepped closer to them and grabbed Scott's hand, lifting it as the boy's claws emerged with his budding anger, "Even on a full moon."

Scott pulled his hand from Derek's grip, "If I'm with you, I lose Allison."

"You're gonna lose her anyway." Derek told him, "You know that."

A moment of silence passed before Scott spoke, "I'm not part of your pack. But I want Isaac out. He's my responsibility too."

"Why?" Derek questioned, "Because he's one of us?"

Scott shook his head, "No. Because he's innocent."

"So, what do we do?" Amber asked after another few moments of silence between the two boys.

"We need to break Isaac out." Derek said simply.

"But Stiles and I were gonna lock Scott up at the school." She stated, looking over at her best friend worriedly, "How are we gonna get Isaac out of a cell and get you taken care of?"

"I'll have Alison lock me up." Scott told her easily. She frowned and he continued, "It'll be fine, I promise. I can have her lock me up down here."

Her eyes drifted back down to the freezer and her stomach churned nauseatingly at the thought of her best friend locked inside, "I don't know, Scott-"

"Look, there's no time to come up with anything else. We have to do this." Scott reached out to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, "You and Stiles help Derek get Isaac out. I'll be here. And when the moon goes back down, Allison will let me out."

She frowned but nodded at him, even as her eyes drifted back down to the freezer, "Okay."

She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, sending a few texts to Stiles to explain the plan and telling him to meet them at the Sheriff's Station. When she was finished, Derek gestured for her to follow him back upstairs and she looked between the two boys hesitantly before throwing her arms around her best friend in a quick hug.

"I love you." She told Scott softly, hand ruffling the fluffy hair on the back of his head, "I'm sorry we can't be here with you."

She pulled back and Scott released her with a small reassuring smile, "Dude, I'll be fine." He promised, "It's just one full moon."

She frowned as she recalled the last two full moons they'd experienced and Scott grimaced.

"This time will be different. I'm sure of it." He said.

Derek reached out to grab her shoulder and she let out a long-suffering sigh, "Alright, yes. I'm coming." She said, taking a step back toward the stairs with the older werewolf.

"Good luck." Scott called out in a hopeful tone.

"You too." She replied, shooting him one last look before she climbed the stairs back up to the main floor.

Stiles threw the Jeep into park outside the Sheriff's Station and Amber climbed into the vehicle quickly, Derek following close behind. As soon as she was settled into the center seat, Stiles reached out to take her hand in his, already angled toward them in his own seat with an elbow propped up on the steering wheel.

"What's the plan?" She asked him automatically.

"Okay, well. The keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my father's office," He explained, looking between Derek and the girl sitting between them, "The problem is getting past the front desk."

They all turned to peer out the passenger window at the young female deputy behind the desk who was typing away at a computer.

Amber chewed on her lip in thought, "Well, I could-"

"I'll distract her." Derek said easily, already reaching for the door handle.

"Woah, woah, woah! You?" Stiles asked incredulously, reaching across the cab of the vehicle to pull Derek back, "You're not going in there-"

Derek scowled at the hand Stiles still had stretched across Amber's chest to hold the werewolf's shoulder.

"I'm taking my hand off-" Stiles conceded quickly, dropping it to land in Amber's lap.

She let Stiles rest his hand palm down over her denim-clad thigh and rubbed her own hand over the backs of his fingers soothingly as Derek continued to glare at the boy. The werewolf's narrowed eyes dropped to where Stiles' hand was now draped over the girl's leg before he looked back up to address them.

"I was exonerated." He reminded them.

"You're still technically a person of interest." Amber shrugged with a wince.

"An innocent person." Derek reiterated.

"An inno- You?" Stiles scoffed, laughing sarcastically, "Yeah, right!"

Derek's jaw clenched as he looked between them, thoroughly unimpressed.

"Okay, fine," Stiles sighed, "What's your plan?"

Derek looked genuinely stunned at the question, "To distract her." He said slowly.

Amber snorted, "Okay, but how?"

Stiles looked at Derek in disbelief, "Uh huh. How?" He questioned, "By.. Punching her in the face?"

"Ha." Derek said sarcastically, "By talking to her."

"Oh! Gimme a sample." Amber suggested excitedly, turning toward Derek, "Pretend I'm her. What're you gonna say?"

Derek tightened his jaw silently and looked between them with his eyebrows raised and a long moment passed before Stiles spoke.

"Dead silence.. That should work beautifully." He observed sarcastically, "Any other ideas?"

Derek looked up at the roof of the Jeep and tilted his head in thought with a small shrug, "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." He admitted.

"Okay, alright. No one is punching anyone in the face." Amber interrupted, turning and pushing her hands up against Stiles' chest to urge him out the driver's side door, "Let's just.. Get inside. I'm sure Derek will figure something out."

"Yeah, we better hope so." Stiles muttered under his breath as he opened the door of the Jeep.

The three of them snuck in quietly through the front entrance and while Derek went through the main doors and up to the front desk, Amber and Stiles peered around the doorway to wait for an opportunity to pass through the without being seen.

"Hi, how can I help-" The deputy looked up from the folder in her hands and caught sight of where Derek was leaning up against the desk with a charming smile, "-You?" She finished weakly.

"Hi." Derek smiled, teeth on display and pulling his handsome features into an open, friendly expression.

"Hi." The woman breathed, stunned.

Stiles rolled his eyes in annoyance at how easily Derek's plan seemed to be working due to his good looks alone, and Amber reached up to pat him on the back consolingly.

"Um. I had a question," Derek said in feigned distraction, "Uh, sorry. I'm a little- A little thrown."

Amber urged Stiles forward with her hand on his back and they took slow, careful steps through the main entrance toward the back hall as Derek continued.

"I wasn't really expecting someone-"

"Like me?" The deputy asked softly.

"Well, I was gonna say, 'someone so incredibly beautiful' but I guess that'd mean the same thing." Derek flirted just as Amber and Stiles disappeared down the hall.

Stiles took her hand and led her down the hall toward his father's office, leaving the lights off as they crept into the room. When they got to a small lockbox hanging on the wall behind his dad's desk, Stiles dropped her hand to flip the cover up and reveal the keypad, his thumb quickly moving to type in the code, a quiet clicking filling the room with the press of each button.

2 - 6 - 1 - 9 - 9 - 1

The tiny door on the box opened with the release of the lock, but the space inside was decidedly empty.

"Isn't there supposed to be a set of keys in there?" Amber questioned obviously.

"Yeah." Stiles murmured, looking at the empty box in disbelief, "Oh, no. Allison was supposed to- Oh, no."

Amber dashed back toward the door and Stiles followed only half a second behind her. They stumbled out into the hallway and moved in the direction of the holding cells at the back of the building.

When they rounded one of the final turns, Amber tripped over her own feet in surprise and froze as they came face to face with another uniformed deputy. Stiles nearly rammed into her back when he stopped abruptly behind her and she took another cautious step forward, laughing awkwardly and feigning innocence.

"Uh, we were just looking for, uh-" Stiles trailed off.

Amber followed his eyeline down to the small syringe in the man's hand and their eyes widened in realization.

Not a deputy. A hunter.

Upon further inspection, the man was also bleeding badly from a small arrow wound in his upper thigh.

"Oh, shit." Amber and Stiles both muttered, the latter pulling on her shoulder as he started to step away.

As they spun the hunter managed to grab Stiles around his chest, knocking the boy from his feet so that he dragged along the ground backwards. In the same quick moment, the man caught a handful of Amber's hair and yanked her back with them.

Still on her feet, she yelped and stumbled backwards as she followed the painful tugging of the hunter's fist in her hair and she could hear Stiles struggling against the man's tight, one armed grip around his chest as he tried in vain to get his own feet back underneath him.

Amber whined quietly as they were dragged around a corner and her eyes caught on the fire alarm on the wall. They moved further down the hall and she flailed her arms, her fingers managing to catch on the small red lever and pulling on it roughly just as she was yanked away.

A shrill alarm sounded out through the building as the hunter threw them into the back room of holding cells and he released them carelessly. Amber gasped as her hair was finally freed and she instinctively reached up toward the sore spot on her scalp as Stiles fell to the ground.

The hunter fiddled with the syringe of wolfsbane in his hand and Amber caught the moment that the man's eyes drifted up to where the holding cell's door was already broken and swung open.

"Shit-" She exclaimed just as Isaac growled loudly and tackled the hunter beside her down against the desk at the front of the room.

She stumbled back a step where she tripped over Stiles' feet and tumbled to the ground beside him, landing painfully on her backside. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back along the floor as Isaac threw the hunter against a wall.

The hunter went to thrust the syringe into Isaac's shoulder but his arm was caught by the werewolf with another angry growl.

As soon as she was close enough, Stiles wrapped an arm around her stomach from behind, pulling her between his legs as he continued to scramble backwards. She fell back against his chest and they finally came to a stop when they thumped against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

They watched with wide eyes as Isaac gripped the hunter's head in his hand, slamming it back with a loud crack and dropping the hunter in a heap onto the ground.

Derek finally ran into the back room and stopped in the center of the space, stomping down on the forgotten vial of poison on the ground and causing it to shatter loudly beneath his foot. At the sound, the younger werewolf turned suddenly and Isaac's attention was drawn to the two teens on the floor as he growled again.

Amber pressed herself back against Stiles more firmly and her heart raced violently in her chest in fear. Isaac's clawed hands twitched at his sides and he stepped toward them with a low rumbling sound in his throat, eyes still glowing bright gold.

Derek side-stepped in a quick movement to block the path to them and he growled loudly in Isaac's direction, the sound rumbling and furious. The younger werewolf whined, falling to the ground on the other side of the room as his arms came up above his head to protect himself from an anticipated blow. After a second, Isaac looked back up from behind his shaking arms to he peek out at them, his face distinctly human once again.

Stiles was breathing heavily against the back of Amber's neck, arm still wrapped tightly around her stomach as he held her against his chest.

"H- How did you do that?" He asked Derek.

The older werewolf turned slowly to look down at them, "I'm the Alpha." He supplied as explanation.

Isaac flinched when Derek went over and held out a hand in offering to help him to his feet. Without a word of goodbye, Derek led Isaac out of the back room and the two were gone.

Amber scrambled to get to her feet in their absence, pulling Stiles up with her before spinning around to face him.

"Are you okay?" They asked each other at the same time with worried expressions.

She laughed quietly and Stiles brought a hand up to the back of her head, gently smoothing down the mess where the hunter's hand had been fisted in her hair.

She placed a hand on his cheek and stroked her thumb over his mouth softly, "How exactly are we gonna explain this?" She asked suddenly.

He dropped his hand from the back of her head and tangled their fingers together with a frown, "Shit. I actually hadn't thought that far ahead yet."

"That's okay. We'll uh, we'll just say that we came to see your dad.. And we'll explain that, y'know.." Her eyes drifted over to the hunter, "That guy must've broken in disguised as a deputy, attacked us, and let Isaac out." She said quickly, "I mean.. That- That's somewhat believable, right?"

She looked up at Stiles with wide eyes and he made a face as he very clearly tried to think of something better. His fingers tightened around hers and suddenly the fire alarm cut off, plunging the building into a silence that left their ears ringing.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but didn't get a chance to speak before his father stepped into the back room. The Sheriff looked between them, the uniformed man sprawled beside the wall, and the empty holding cell at the back of the room. His eyes narrowed in an angry glare of disbelief as he took in the scene in front of him.

"Uh," Stiles swallowed heavily, pointing toward the unconscious hunter in a deputies uniform, "He did it."

#selenophiles #stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stilesfic #dylan obrien fanfic #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #dylan o'brien fanfiction #2x02 #*

[nalyra-dreaming]

So I need to get this off my chest

I'm very bummed about what Rolin Jones did to Lestat's character,yes he's a monster yes he's a toxic bitch but a domestic abuser he was not in any iteration. I don't see a lot of positive feelings for him nor do I see excitement for him like "omg I can't wait for Lestat next season" don't get me wrong I love Louis and Armand too but the way I relate to Lestat (and Nicki) i've never related to any other character

And people being like we are watching the show only for Louis & Armand once when s3 happens ratings will drop. Nobody wants his POV.

And rewatching some interviews/casting calls they're def gonna make Loumand more tender/sweet and now that they've realized what makes the audience backlash they will conveniently tailor the scripts to that not only sanitizing the characters but also making loustat toxic to a maddening degree compared to loumand

And even if Lestat comes w his POV the audience will be like so we're supposed to believe an abuser?

Levan a lifetime fan of the books read the script for E5 and went like "how is lestat supposed to come back from this?" And sam mentioned "this was a change that took a lot of time to process"

And if it was IWTV lestat only i'd still get it but they've mentioned the AMC!lestat is not the Lestat we see only in IWTV but also other books that means his nature will be carried on to the next seasons which the audience utterly despises

Anyway rant over

I disagree.

The books definitely have the abuse in them, especially in the first half of IWTV. Our later perception of Lestat is of course influenced by the later books, but in the first half of IWTV he IS the antagonist.

He probably would have destroyed the parlor furniture in a rage.

‘But you don’t know him if you think he’ll let us leave,’ I said to her, alarmed at her self- confidence. ‘He will not let us go.’

To just pick out a few key moments. He and Louis also fight a lot. Physically, too.

And I don't think the show will cater to the loud Loumand criers at all. (Not referring to the shippers here, Loumand is totally valid, I'm referring to the seemingly delusional part here that I have encountered already, too.) The "people" you mention are a very loud minority on Twitter it seems, and they will be disappointed. Because all the old fans -I- know are waiting for S3... IWTV has been adapted before after all.

No-one needs to "believe" him... the tale will shift, and it will be fact - as in the books - and it won't invalidate said abuse, because the Lestat in later books himself never did that either.

Levan's comment can be read totally differently as well, especially given that he has to make it happen (with the others) - HOW are they going to do it. Not... "oh my god how am I ever going to have my poor blorbo reinstated!!11!!!" *sniffs*

Come on.

The audience does not despise Lestat. He is a fictional character, and a lot of people enjoy a good antagonist, especially if there is a long, long character arc incoming.

It's fine if you do, but I would be very careful to generalize.

Especially since they already pulled the tale apart at the end of season 1. Anyone still thinking that was the (whole) truth we saw... well - what can I say.

#Anonymous #asks #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #armand #loumand #ask nalyra

[saintship]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well!

Umh I’m sorry i don’t really know who and what you agree and disagree to write for but I have an idea and I love your works so ig it would be amazing if you’re the one writing it!

So Umh basically something with the 141 squad + alejandro with a reader having SA flashback after being kidnapped and tortured in mission ? And how they would handle it/try to help ?

I Totally understand if you’re not comfortable with this just ignored it ( me ? Craving comfort rn? Yes😭)

Have a good day!!

I’m so sorry this has taken so long and it’s so short, I hope you still like it :)

Also the first part of this ask is so nice I can’t w y’all :,,)

That day I lost you - 141 & Reader

Photo credit- onlyinyourstate, Pinterest

“Sergeant.”

The bar was too hot, and yet the chill of your drink was too intense on the back of your throat.

“Want another?”

The condensation created a ring on the wooden table and irritation crept at your jaw.

“Sergeant?” Ghost nudged your shoulder. “You hear me?”

Your ears felt like they’d been pressed with cotton.

“Yes. Yeah, um..I’m alright. Thank you.”

For three days after you were knocked unconscious and dragged to the middle of the desert, all you knew were the sensations around you. A blindfold covered your eyes, damp from perspiration. Your arms were bound above your head, the sound of steel knocking together telling you they were handcuffs.

“You gonna turn in? Y’look a bit tired.”

Soap’s gentle voice made you smile, but the pocket of dread slowly filling your gut made it drop.

Your legs were free, but you were lifted just enough to where you could not lay your feet flat on the sand, exhausting you quickly.

“No, no, I never get to do this, it’s nice.” You kept your voice gentle, undisturbed. The conversation around you bubbled back to life, and you exhaled as the attention left you.

The room was hot, but you could not feel the distinct burn of the sun on any one area—you guessed you were in a building or underground. You couldn’t feel any of your concealed weapons or gear; they must have taken them. Every once and a while, the prickling crawl of a scorpion would occur on your ankle, causing you to thrash and kick it off, burning your precious energy. Three days of silence. No sleep, no food or water, only the sounds of metal clinking and your labored breathing keeping you company. The slide of a large door startled you out of your skin—you’d almost been able to drift off due to pure exhaustion when the noise made you jump. You raised your eyes, as the blindfold had fallen from sweat, and looked. The man that stepped into view was hardly a physical threat; he didn’t even wear a military uniform. The only thing he held was a pistol, and the only thing he said was a single sentence.

“Sergeant, do you hear me?”

Price. Price’s voice, Price’s gloves on your shoulders. You were seated outside of the bar on the sidewalk, your back pressed into the stone wall.

“I..”

“It’s alright. You’re safe, it’s okay..”

The cell.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The scorpions.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The pistol.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

“Fuck..” your voice was so weak it made you angry; everything was perfectly fine, and yet your body was on fire with terror. You felt the wind from your left side cease as someone sat there with you and took your trembling hand.

Alejandro. He’d been the one to convince you to come out in the first place, staying by your side and making sure no one bothered you at the bar counter.

“Open your eyes, mira. You’re not there anymore.”

Your tears seemed to seal your eyes shut, but you eased them open, Price’s face coming into view. Vaguely, you noticed Ghost and Soap standing facing the passerby’s, and lunging at anyone who dared to stare. The gesture made you laugh, but what came out was a sort of choked cry.

“Shh..” Price now held your head, his hands traveling back down to you shoulders when your breathing began to ease.

“That’s it..very good.” Alejandro faced you intently, his thumb stroking the back of your hand while the other clasped around the both of them.

“I’m s-"

“Don’t.” Ghost’s terse comment made you look up—he’d turned from his post and fixed his gaze on you. Soap turned too, kneeling at your other side.

“We’ve got you, yeah?” Gaz murmured, leaning down behind Price. You nodded quickly, a surge of warmth filling your chest and kicking away the fear.

“Thank you..”

Alejandro squeezed your hand.

“Always.”

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty fanfiction #cod #cod fanfic

[leviathans-watching]

#1 for the ask game?

1. the character everyone gets wrong

honestly.......lucifer imo. they either make him too awful to his brothers or flatten his dimensions or twist his motivations.....well, you see what im getting at

#MY OPINION BTW #disagreeing w me is totally fine #ask game #anon ask #answered asks #levi and friends #levi's being a hater

[tyrianludaship]

Silly Selfship Intro

Hello and Howdy! I’m TyrianLuda but I also go by Tyrian, Ty, or Luda!

I am 19 years old, white, and non-binary / gender non-conforming! I go by either She / Her or She / They (You can also call me 'bro' and 'dude'. I don't mind at all)

Screw it; Any/All aside from neopronouns

this is a selfship blog for @tyrianluda (this is my main so I might interact with that too)

(I am perfectly fine with sharing my F/Os and I encourage interacting if you share with some of the fellas)

My Main Romantic F/O is currently the Narrator from the Stanley Parable! There are other ones, but this is my main focus.

My Media fixations are currently the Stanley Parable, Team Fortress 2 & the Spider-Verse Movies. My other interests also include art, writing & analysis!

This is the blog where I totally act normal about the Narrator and other fellas. If you want to see me insanely gush about my F/Os, you’re in the right place. 

F/O Tags:

Narrator: #〽️💛

Noir: #🖤🩶🤍 (for the non-mobile phone users, the emoji in the middle is a gray heart)

Spot: #🥯⚪⚫

Sniper: #💘🔫

Demoman: #💥❣️

Medic: #💉🫀

(Medic from Emesis Blue: #💉💙)

(Christian Brutal Sniper: #🔪🩸)

Engineer: #💗🪛

Spy: #💝🚬

Soldier: #🪖💓

Heavy: #💕🐻

Scout (platonic): #🏃🏼⚾

Miss Pauling: #💜📑

Grell: #💄♥️

Self Insert Tag / Morale (TF2): #💞📻

Do Not Interact if You Are:

A Proshipper/Comshipper (this especially includes SpyScout shippers and adults selfshipping w/ minor characters)

a MAP/PEAR 

a Gender Exclusionist/Gender Critical/TERF or are a Bigot of Any Other Kind

a supporter of J.K. Rowling

(If you interact anyways, I will block you.)

(On a more lighthearted note; if you are uncomfortable with sharing any of my f/os and wish to block me, you’re in your right and I have no hard feelings over it. Some people call selfshippers that don’t want to share ‘delusional’ or ‘gatekeeping’ and I heavily disagree with that notion. You’re all good, don’t worry :])

(Before You Follow: I use explicit language and I swear often; sorry in advance. I do sometimes reblog and post stuff that may contain suggestive imagery or concepts (no nsfw or anything past the words whore or slut / mentions of their tits / maybe some pinups). I have an after dark 18+ account for posts I don’t feel comfortable posting either here or in my main. Regardless, I recommend that minors and others uncomfortable should filter my “cw: suggestive” tag.)

Thank you for reading this!

#〽️ 💛 #🖤🩶🤍 #🥯⚪⚫ #💘🔫 #💥❣️ #💉🫀 #💗🪛 #💝🚬 #🪖💓 #💄♥️ #💉💙 #💞📻 #🔪🩸 #💜📑 #💕🐻 #💵🦈 #🏃🏼⚾ #[just me yapping] #my art #cw: suggestive #[incorrect quotes] #[imagines] #[message in a bottle] #mutuals :]

[violynt-skies]

one of the reasons i really like the concept of saiteru (bc it can get some bad rap) is simply bc i think they’d be able to bring out the best in each other

i feel like both of them would be able to wholeheartedly be themselves because and would fully know there would be no judgement from either side and they could trust each other

the fact that saiki has known teruhashi’s true self hidden beneath the perfect persona and still stuck with her the whole time is very telling and would be comforting to teruhashi bc she would know he wasn’t just there “for her looks” and because he loves and knows her true self and loves her for her.

likewise teruhashi was one of the first people to really see saiki for who he was breaking away from any of those fantasy saiki’s, the most notable mention being in the mixer karaoke episode where she comments on how saiki would just sit there in silence with a blank look on his face. No extravagants, no saiki falling for her, just him.

in addition to that there’s the scene where saiki watches her push herself past her limits trying to impress all the boys to the point where she faints constantly wishing she’d just stop and when she doesn’t, saiki puts himself in the center of attention to catch her. Then alternatively, teruhashi tells the boys she forgot her place in compliments, smth she’d originally never do, and ran out to go thank saiki, thus choosing saiki over her image which is super important to her.

and for saiki, knowing that teruhashi has had to hide parts of her personality for the sake of the perfection mask, it would be easier for saiki to shed his mask himself. And we’ve already seen through flashback scenes and just saiki’s own judgement that her and the rest of his friends would be completely accepting of him.

idk i just love them, i like to think they’d both be comforted knowing the other likes them for they’re true selves. plus the dynamic between the two is so funny. The way they’re both on equal playing field when it comes to little schemes btwn the both of them, and whether saiki will win or teruhashi is always up in the air. But working together they can pretty much pull off anything.

i just like them. sorry this was long i didn’t mean to go into a full length character relationship analysis lmfao. i know ppl are going to disagree w me on this and that’s totally fine and valid i just wanted to put my thoughts out there a bit lol

#ppl who hate on teruhashi and see her as only narcissistic need to watch the show again #there’s too many moments for me to put in here but there’s def more #saiki is constantly watching out for her and absolutely cares for her #and while teruhashi might’ve had questionable reasons for getting to know him in the beginning #she’s definitely changed a lot since then and so has saiki #even if not a relationship they would absolutely be best friends #saiteru #saiki k #teruhashi #teruhashi kokomi #saiki kusuo #disastrous life of saiki k #saiki no psi nan #kusuo saiki #saiki #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki

[mojoflower]

heyy there, im new to tumblr & i was learning to use it & ur post introducing people to tumblr came up and i read it. i just have a question, i read somewhere else that it is not welcome to disagree/argue w someone in my reblog of their post. say someone idk posts ab t swift & matty healy (controversial topic) & i reblog disagreeing, would that be seen as improper etiquette, as just spreading negativity? sry for the random q but u seem like u'd know. u can msg me to answer if u'd rather <3

Hello, @ashtraygrrrl and welcome! I'm glad that my post was helpful, what a lovely thing to hear.

We so happy to have you, and thanks for asking about things when you're unsure.

What you're talking about here is called (not-so-fondly) 'hijacking a post'. That can mean either using your re-blog to attack the OP (Original Poster)'s post or using your re-blog to just... say something completely unrelated. In either of these cases, if the hijack takes off, the OP is suddenly in the wildly upsetting position of getting hammered with potentially vicious reblogs that become totally out of their control. And that's a cruel thing to do to someone.

If you need to make your counter-argument, then use your own original post to do so, and tag it appropriately, so that the people who are interested can find it. (This does NOT mean tagging the OP.)

Now use your judgement, of course. The OP might be a mutual and y'all might have the kind of rapport where this is perfectly fine. Or you might be on a 'Yes, and' post where your random detour is appropriate and appreciated.

Mostly, just remember that you don't know anything about the OP, and err on the side of kindness. Then, hopefully, the community will treat you in the same way, and Tumblr stays fun and inclusive rather than toxic.

A good rule of thumb is to treat posts (whether they be random thoughts, art, fic, meta, etc.) like dishes at a potluck. If you don't like it, you don't shout about it, make a scene and cause that cook feel terrible... you just move on and sample the next one.

Remember to liberally use the 'Block' feature. It doesn't hurt anyone to do so (the blocked person/tag/phrase never even knows it) and helps your blood pressure and enjoyment.

#how to tumblr #how to tumbl #twitter refugees #reddit refugees #hijacking a post #hijack a post #tumblr etiquette #be nice! #treat others how you want to be treated

[iraprince]

Hi Ira! I hope I'm not totally offbase in saying I think you'd enjoy CJtheX on youtube's most recent video on 'art sins'

a lot of their advice for avoiding unhealthy perfectionism/authentically building an audience felt like things you've mentioned in the past! plus their videos are just super fun to watch as a fellow ADHD haver tm

hey, thank u for this rec! this is a really cool video. (link for ease, for anyone who wants to see it.)

i will be honest, the delivery style actually doesn't work for me -- BUT i've ended up watching the whole thing anyway while doin my warmups bc, u were not offbase, i heavily agree w a large chunk of what they're saying here and even the stuff i don't necessarily agree w is still articulated in a way i find really interesting and enjoyable

(like notably if ur curious, a lot of the "wrath" segment did not land for me, but not rly in a "i vehemently disagree w this!!!" way but more in a "huh. i guess that's a way to look at it. i don't feel that way" way. but also like, how much is it me actually not agreeing vs. perhaps being a little defensive bc ongoing anxiety/fussiness abt whether or not my work is interpreted "correctly" IS an issue i've always had lol. but also i've had entire fine art projects/series based on destroying/redacting past work! so i think i'm just coming to it from a totally different perspective)

on the flip side, i feel like the lust segment is a part that like -- i have touched on this, re: authentically building an audience, but this person has articulated it so much better re: tying that to marketing specifically in a way i think i haven't ever gotten around to? in that like, yeah, esp when it's your job, you do have to "market" your art, but like, what can that look like in a way that still honors + respects what you're doing and why u do it vs just being a thoughtless kneejerk cycle of actions meant to shove it in ppl's faces and drive engagement. i really liked what they said abt how when ppl are chasing engagement they're probably actually after what that engagement is supposed to symbolize, i really connect + agree w that. just a rly cool discussion of that issue overall

anyway! neat video, i liked it. i think other ppl who follow me will probably like it too. (also don't ever worry abt being "offbase" on a recommendation. like, what's the worst case scenario if u recommend me something and ur "wrong" about it. i'll be like "nah, not for me/i didn't really like that!" and like literally who cares abt that)

[seek--rest]

Curious why you think Tomdaya going public contributed to fandom going down. Thanks for your thoughts.

Let me first give the total and complete disclaimer that this is just my own thots and opinions, based on observation and interaction with the spideychelle fandom for the past four years. If you love tomdaya and think I’m wrong, that’s fine! I’m not your mom. I literally cannot control what you think so, remember that before any of you come in and start sending me death threats.

That being said, heres why:

when I first joined this fandom, I was told by several others who were around much longer than I that some if not all of the OG writers (and readers!!) were hardcore tomdaya fans first, Peter and MJ fans second. Their love for Peter and MJ was not just inspired by the actors that play them, but was directly related. I thought this was an exaggeration because surely Peter Parker and MJ— some of the famous comic book characters— weren’t JUST beloved because of who played them.

Only to then later find out that a lot of those same OGs dipped when the actors (presumably) broke up. But w/e, still didn’t put a lot of stock into it.

Fast forward to the lead up of NWH. Fandom is at a FEVER PITCH. Almost everyone is a Spider-Man fan. THOUSANDS are in love with Peter and MJ. Immediately after it’s released there’s so much fic in tag it’s— for the first time in my four years— overwhelming to try and keep up.

HOWEVER

It is no secret that the ending to NWH was— to put it mildly— devastating for large swaths of spideychelle fans for reasons I harshly disagreed with then and STILL do now

Namely that it’s so depressing and sad because it’s fandom, who gives a fuck about canon if you hate it. Write something different. It’s not like all of fandom just agreed with the identity reveal. I didn’t then and still don’t now get why people didn’t just ignore the ending en masse.

AND— that it was “fan service” for all the wrong people/reasons or that it wasn’t the Peter and MJ they loved or that it was “disrespectful” to tear apart their “great love story” To me, again— this is silly. Peter Parker in the MCU is not and has never been this bumbling sweet innocent boy nor did Peter and MJ ever actually have a relationship on screen. I think people just genuinely read too much fanfic and forgot what kind of movies actually existed.

(I can say this because I’ve literally written hundreds of fanfics so I’m not just being a hater lmao)

You might be wondering: how does that tie-in with the actors dating irl???? Well. My theory is that people were right: most spideychelle fans, they were Tom and Zendaya (and/or Tomdaya) fans first, spideychelle second. They might enjoy the characters or like them, but push comes to shove, they’re not here for the characters in and of themselves: they want to see Tom and Zendaya.

(Which also speaks to the kind of tropes people want in fic and the type of material they want in canon, 80% of which doesn’t make sense for spider-man)

When canon was disappointing/not what they wanted, it was a lot easier to get over it / leave because the true object of their affection (the actors) was still there and PUBLIC. There wasn’t any need to write or want to read fics about Peter and MJ in ANY scenario because? They can just project, discuss and dissect the paparazzi photos, appearances, discourse of the real life actors. That was the main draw anyway so the spideychelle “ending” being disappointing in NWH, in this viewpoint, just helped cut out the middle man.

You might be saying “seek, that’s wildly speculative” and it is! But it’s based on years of observation…… and I’ve also deadass seen commentary and reblogs from people who basically said as much, preferring “spideychelle” stories that were no-powers or had very little to do with spider-man and that they were glad tomdaya is “real” now anyway lmao

It’s just a theory, and likely isn’t true for everyone. I have strong feelings about how people objectify and stalk the actors so maybe that influences how I see it all but! There it is!

#seek speaks