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weldnas · 2 years
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from-books-with-love · 6 months
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Oh, Esen. How many times you imagined my betrayal. How willing you were to think the worst of me. Why aren't you happier? I'm just being who you've always thought I was. I'm giving you the ending you believed in.
Shelley Parker-Chan, She Who Became the Sun.
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sailor-toni · 1 year
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Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire
Epilogue
You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad
The Amity Park airport was small, it only had eight gates and one lonely Mcdonalds stand that waited for its passengers behind the TSA checkpoint. At the checkpoint stood an overweight and shabby TSA guard. He stood there watching the Fenton family as he picked a booger out of his nose, before he flicked it to the side. Jazz looked sick and tried not to gag.
    Meanwhile the whole situation made Danny want to vomit. He had only been out of the hospital for a day and his parents were already dragging him to see him . Vlad Masters stood a foot smaller than his father but his ego was larger than the empire state building. He wore a pitch black casual suit, with a gold handle umbrella in his right hand. In his left Desiree was wrapped around his arm, her long black hair had been moved to hide her black eye. She gave Danny a kind motherly smile. Danny just rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to a leg that wasn’t currently hurting. 
“Well V-man! It was nice to see you again,” Jack said.
“Yes, it was a pleasure to see the both of you again. Hopefully we can meet again soon,” Vlad replied. 
“Of course, and hopefully there won’t be another fire alarm prank next time. Maybe we can spend a nice night together. You know just the four of us?” Maddie said. 
“Yes! We will have to goona double date next time. Won’t that be fun Vlad?” Desiree said. “Maybe next time you can visit us and we can take you to that restaurant we liked. The one with the deconstructed sushi with the gold flakes?” 
“That sounds amazing! Isn't it Jack?” Maddie said.
“What the heck is deconstructed sushi?” Jack stated. 
“Oh Jack, I’ll have to show you. It has to be one of the best things I have had in a while,” Vlad smoothed the mood over. “It was also nice to finally meet your children.” 
“Yes. It was great to get some advice for college and meet someone like Mr. Masters” Jazz said. 
“You don’t need to call me Mr. Masters, you can just call me uncle Vlad,” Vlad said. 
“Maybe someday Mr. Masters,” Jazz gracefully put it. 
“That is okay. Take your time,” Vlad then turned to Danny. 
Danny sighed “It was nice to meet you sir,” 
“It was nice to meet you to Daniel, I hope we can meet again soon. I see bright things in your future,” Vlad said. 
    His parents kept the conversation up with him before he was forced to go to his private Jet. Right before Vlad turned the corner to his gate, Danny could see his blood red eyes. 
. . . 
It was a few days before Danny could go back to school. The teachers and students had created a get better soon card for him and several students bombarded him with questions and well wishes, making it difficult for him to traverse the hallways. During Mr. Lancer's class he was handed another note, this time with a sticker of a bat pushed on it as a sort of seal. It had in it very set instructions to meet Sam in the library classroom. 
The library classroom was used for computer storage nowadays and was rarely used, but rumor had it that one could book the room. And for Sam it seemed it was possible. In the room were old mac desktops and boxes of floppy disks, all shoved in the corners collecting dust. The wallpaper here looked the same poisonous one, as the rest of the first floor. 
Tucker and Star were on a modern gaming laptop. He was clicking through documents showing her something. Danny assumed it had to be nerdy stuff that he wouldn’t understand. Across the room Sam was teaching Kwan self defense. She was holding a mat and having Kwan kick it at different heights. 
“Hey guys,” Danny said. 
“Danny!” Star rushed over and hugged him. “How are you feeling?”
“Ah, a little pain. The doctors say I can’t play a game for a month, but I should be back by the end of the season,” Danny closed the door behind him. 
“That’s good! At least you’re not dead,” Tucker said, still at his laptop. 
“So Danny,” Sam began, “Can you tell us what happened between you and Vlad?”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna be a long story so sit down.” 
. . .
    The school day came with a chaotic close with half the school body asking about Danny’s health and football ability. He was only able to get away by phasing through the boys bathroom and walking around the school. At the end of the sidewalk Paulina stood there with a sour look on her face. 
“Hey Paulina,” Danny said. He opened up to say something else but Paulina shaved a card into his chest. 
“I’m sorry!” Paulina said. 
“What?”
“I’m sorry for causing drama. I wanted you to ask me out and I got pissy when you asked Valerie out and I took my anger on you. I also didn’t mean to spill the punch. That was an accident!” The words spilled out of her mouth like a stream. 
“Woah, woah, woah. Paulina it’s okay,” Danny said. 
“No, I want to make sure I make it up to you. While you were in the hospital Dash and I talked and I don’t want to lose any of you as friends. So I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Paulina. I forgive you. Really I was never really mad at you.” 
“Really?” 
“Yeah.”
“Oh thank god.”
    A silence fell between them but not a heavy silence. It was one of understanding and forgiveness.  “Hey Danny, do you want to go to Nasty Burger with me? I’ll buy you an apology burger,” Paulina said. 
“Thank you, but I’ll have to take you up on that later. Right now I’m running late to see someone else,” Danny hopped on his bike. 
“Okay. Call me later?”
“Yeah! See ya later Paulina!” They waved goodbye to each other as he rode down the street. 
. . .
    Danny biked up the park path, his wheels crushing all the dead leaves below him. The brown and black leaves littered the ground like a thin blanket, tucking the earth in for a long sleep. Above him the trees were barren without a soul in sight. The songs of birds that he had heard only a month ago were replaced by the distance cries of crows. 
    He rode past the playground, the yellow caution tape now broken and flying in the wind and saw a small patch of sunlight on top of a hill. Valerie sat on a pale knitted blanket, her body covered in heavy coats and thick leggings. A bright red scarf hung around her neck like a medal. Her bright smile made a fire light up in his chest. She had gotten them some containers of soup and grilled cheese, each of the items fogging up their closed take out containers.  
    He huddled close to her taking in the scent of her sweet perfume and the warmth of her body as they watched the last autumn sunset fall below the city lights.
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kiki-shortsnout · 2 years
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Hmmm, as it's Friday shall I upload the last two chapters of Clockwork Sorcerer as a nice end of the week thing? Or draw out the suspense till Saturday🤔 .....decisions, decisions⚙️⚙️
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ensifervm · 2 years
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Here to remind you that bisexual people actual exist and are part of the lgbtq+ community. Calling characters lesbians even if they have been in a relationship with men before is bisexual erasure. F/F relationships are a bliss, but they can be a bliss even if the counterparts are bisexuals and not lesbians.
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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mag200 · 1 year
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cemeterything · 5 months
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i do enjoy "living weapon" characters but specifically living weapons who did in fact do absolutely horrific things which at least a part of them enjoyed and thought was good and right at the time, and that no amount of not knowing any better or guilt they feel in hindsight will ever make up for. i love living weapons who are "irredeemable", and no it's not their fault that they were made that way or pointed in the directions they were by the hand that wielded them, and yes they are victims, but so were their victims. living weapons who some people will never be able to forgive, but who still wake up every day and try to do better than what's expected of them. a sword that uses its blade to cut wheat to make bread for the people who once lived in fear of its arc falling on their heads.
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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
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bat-the-misfit · 2 months
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every time a dude paint his nails he gets 100000000% more attractive
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justrainandcoffee · 3 months
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Before planning another series again, I'm going to slam my head against a wall.
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tariah23 · 2 months
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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cosmogyral-vagabondo · 5 months
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bastardlybonkers · 2 days
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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one
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his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.
ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication
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drulalovescas · 1 month
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the parallels between the way their relationship started and ended might actually be the most beautiful in the history of tv
STARTED AND ENDED ON THE DEVIL'S TRAP
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STARTED AND ENDED WITH A HANDPRINT
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STARTED AND ENDED WITH CAS SAVING DEAN WINCHESTER
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myw0wnd1ary · 8 months
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You don't even know how hard it is to let it go. I didn't want to be so toxic for you, i wanted just to know you because I liked you so much. I cry for you and it hurts like hell. I wanted you in my life for a little longer in my life, to hug you when the night was coming, i wanted to see the world with you, i wanted us to be happy, but is better like this, is better for both of us to come to an end.
I didn't want to make you to feel like that, i wanted for you to be a safe place, to feel safe with me, not to reach that point to feel like that.
It hurts but is for the best.
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