#giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming it's real

[dihalect]

ok future me is gonna hate me for saying this but the geoguessr guys skills are. kind of hot. like have you seen the ones where he guesses after seeing like, half of the screen upside down in black and white for .2 seconds.

#giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming it's real #this is all genuine btw. #joke incoming #sapiosexual moment #end joke #i want you all to know that when i typed 'sapio' the suggested tags were 'sapiosexual' and 'sapiosexuell' (the german version) #not the spanish or french or dutch endings or whatever just the deutsch #txt

[bimbobaggins69]

Game over

best friend gamer boy e.m.

blurb request: congrats on 5k my angel 🥺 you deserve it. 🍒 but i was hoping to request a little blurbie with best friend gamer eddie (your gamer eddie series was so good I love him) and we’re just tired of him playing his game while we’re over so we find a way to distract him 🤭 (or whatever else your sexy brain comes up with tbh hehe) by @reidsbtch

authors note: thank you so so much baby girl, I love you and hope you like this smutty little treat <3

picture credit: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

18+ mdni contains smut

“C’mon Ed’s, I came over to hang out, not watch you play your dumb games.” You huff out as you cross your arms over your chest in irritation.

“I said one more round!” Eddie shouts as he gets his ass kicked in some fantasy game you couldn’t bother remembering the name of.

“You said one more round, five rounds ago!” You growl as your head falls back against the couch.

“Jesus, would you shut up and let me concentrate.” Your best friend grumbles as his spread legs part even further, causing your eyes to fall on his lap and the very prominent imprint of his dick that could be seen through the blue Jean fabric.

the extent of ever seeing Eddie’s little friend okay scratch that big friend from what you could tell, was the few times you swam in lovers lake together and he wore his plaid boxers that had a big enough hole to fit your entire hand into. It had poked out a few times and to be honest, well you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt because it was extremely cold that day. But, sitting here and looking at his dick print has you reevaluating everything you have assumed about your best friend’s junk thus far.

“You really want me to shut up?” You ask with husky flirtation, a smirk taking over your face as an idea hits you. It could only go one of two ways, either eddie would tell you to get the fuck off of him or he’ll welcome it, tell you to keep going, don’t stop. The possibility of hearing those words leave your best friend’s lips outweighed the negative.

“Mhm, I need you real quiet right now, princess. See I’m trying to kills those fuckin’ gu— w-what are you doing?” He stammers, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time since you walked into his trailer. You had moved quick, making yourself comfortable between his spread legs.

Your knees dig into the rough carpet as you look up at him, his big glossy eyes as wide as saucers.

“Well what does it look like I’m doing, silly? If you need me to be quiet, I’m gonna need something to fill my mouth up with.” You send him a sweet smile before rubbing your face over the imprint in his jeans.

“Hol- uh, um, fuck. You wanna um, put my dick in your mouth? Is—is that what you’re asking me right now?” He chokes on his words as his game awaits, long forgotten as the words “game over” flash across the screen.

“Yes, eddie I’m asking you to put my mouth to good use.” You breathe through your nose as your impatience grows, while you continue to rub your face on his bulge, feeling it twitch with want underneath you.

“Okay, I’m sorry I have to just ask one more time. You wanna suck my dick?” He asks again in bewilderment, his eyebrows furrow as if he’s holding back from doing exactly what he really wants, he has to be sure that this isn’t some fucked up joke.

“If you don’t pull your cock out in five seconds, I’m leaving.” You say as a stoic look falls onto your face, and you back away from his center, putting way too much space between you both for Eddie’s liking.

“Okay, okay. Fuck, I’m going.” He huffs with half exasperation and half excitement.

“There’s a good boy.” You purr, moving your face back towards his dick. You begin licking his growing cock through the fabric, getting it nice and wet before spitting on it, your saliva darkening his jeans from light to dark blue as you begin to spread the wetness around in circles with your middle finger, over what you assume to be his tip.

Eddie shudders as he pulls his zipper down, the way you’re practically sucking him through his jeans feels fucking phenomenal already, and the good boy has him feeling so needy.

He finally wrestles with his jeans and boxers, quickly thrusting his hips up once you’ve moved away, allowing him to pull them down. He lets his full balls plop out over the fabric. His hard cock is now exposed to the open air of his trailer and his balls sit there all big, mouth watering and tempting as hell.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim with wide eyes, they cross as you take in the way it stands straight up, his pink tip glistening while a large purple vein runs along his shaft. You wanna follow it with the tip of your tongue, so you do.

“Hnng, oh fuck!” Eddie groans, already feeling too close to the edge.

“You’re so big ed’s.” You say as you stroke his ego and his cock at the same time.

“Am I?” He asks, but there’s no real question behind it.

You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking off all the precum and moaning when it coats your tongue.

You work him down inch by inch, eventually reaching your throat but to Eddie’s surprise you don’t gag, not one bit and he just knows he’s in for a wild ride.

“Go ahead eddie, play your game while my mouths occupied. Ya’ know, so you can concentrate?” You giggle deviously, knowing there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to pay attention to anything other than you.

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[neptxn3]

Astrology Observations II

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Disclaimer, these are observations I have made through personal experience and thorough research, observations also vary depending on other natal placements involved

doesn’t resonate ≠ untrue 

♅ Virgos tend to represent the trad wife far more than people assume taurus does, and that’s because Virgos ability to uphold their life (at least on the outside) tend to attract men who want a wife that can keep them on track

Some Virgo women tend to also attract gay men unfortunately 😭, again I think Virgos just seem like the perfect trad Wife and it will attract closeted men like flies. This isn’t to say all your partners will be closeted but the ones who are overly aggressive on your role in the relationship might be.

♅ Gemini moon children develop QUICKLY. These are usually the kids who weird you out with their extensive knowledge and self awareness that seemingly comes out of nowhere. The mercury influence allows them to digest many topics which in turn has Gemini moon children mentally developing at a faster pace than their peers

I’ve also observed Gemini moons are those annoying kids in your class that are a lot smarter and a bit condescending to others intelligence, not because that’s just the way they are, but their mercurial moon needs constant stimulation, and with a combination of their rapid growth you’ll see them climbing academic ranks which in turn can make them dislike school if they are not progressing at a speed they like. 

♅ Scorpio moons have a tendency to see the worst in every situation/person which can be a nasty habit, but this isn’t out of judgment, rather they don’t like to give people the benefit of the doubt. They don’t like to be screwed over and their best bet is to think of the worst scenario possible. 

♅ Aquarius Venus who are flaky in relationships and constantly cheat will eventually have karma handed back to them, usually in the form of being in their mid 40’s still single.

Aquarius Venus flaky reputation does stem from the fact that it is a Saturn influenced placement, as well as being fixed. It’s not that they hate any type of restriction to their freedom but rather to what extent you restrict them to. They can and will jump quickly into relationships but if they see any glimpse of possessive or controlling attributes they will leave. Again because it’s fixed and Saturn influenced Aquarius Venus knows once it settles down that’s it, they’re not going anywhere, that’s why they’re so scattered to find the right person who fits their criteria. 

♅ Moon/Sun harshly aspecting Neptune is the embodiment of “I hate my Mom/Dad, but I love her/him too”. Neptune harshly aspecting these planets can cause a huge wall of misunderstanding between parent and child, but Neptune blurs the lines so deep that the individual sees them “through rose colored glasses” and if incapable of harboring hate. I would even say there could be nights where these people will look back and remember their past relationships (Neptune = Dreams)

♅ 10h placements can sometimes struggle maintaining relationships due to the very contradicting nature of the Midheaven and ascendant. Usually people will perceive them to be very different from who they actually are.

This is also why they struggle with their self esteem (the natural square to the ascendant). Sometimes they feel like they need to keep up an image to satisfy others and that isn’t someone who they truly are 🥲

In synastry this also points to partners trying to change who they are/make choices for them because they think it’s “for the best” or “what’s good for them”. 

♅ Every Virgo rising I’ve met always gives me a small lesson on why astrology isn’t real but follow up with a “but can you read my chart I want to see if it’s true 👀”. I truly believe it’s the 12h Leo which makes them secretly a little self centered (hence the interest for things like astrology to attempt and figure themselves out) but the mercurial ascendant will always make them skeptical 😭

♅ Saturn conjunct Jupiter natives is a dangerous fire sometimes. I’ve noticed if they haven’t learned to balance this aspect in their chart, the people around them can suffer their warm and cold attitude. It’s almost as if one second you could be hysterically laughing in class together, and the next second they immediately stop and ask you to be serious and finish your work. WHERE DID THE VIBE GOOO?? The key here is moderation in whichever sign/house this is in

♅ Whoever said Neptune in hard aspect to Venus needs to practice saying positive affirmations (especially to Venus related topics) to themselves in the mirror was SO correct. Neptune indeed does reflect lies to you and reaffirming yourself in the mirror breaks that spell. I don’t think I’ve felt so beautiful since I started doing this. 

#astrology #astrology observations #synastry #scorpio moon #neptune aspects #jupiter aspects #saturn aspects #aquarius venus #gemini moon #virgo rising #virgo #astro notes #astroblr

[suashii]

୨♡୧ A FROZEN HEART THAWS — gepard landau x reader. sfw. fluff.

the bell above the entry door to the neverwinter workshop rings with gepard’s arrival. per usual, the place is void of patrons, though, to his surprise, his sister’s head of blonde and blue hair isn’t behind the center counter. he holds back an annoyed sigh—she had been the one who told him to come by during his break to retrieve earthwork and the woman was nowhere to be found. giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming she’s working on something in the back, gepard approaches the counter and shouts out a comfortable greeting. “serval, i’m here to get my shield.”

instead of being met with serval’s normal response for him to be patient, an unfamiliar face pops out from behind the counter. your eyes widen when you see the man and you rush to push your headphones to rest behind your neck. “i’m so sorry! serval told me that it’s pretty rare for people to stop in so i wasn’t paying much attention.”

gepard’s steps slow to a stop upon your appearance. he’s never seen you here before but you seem to be quite acquainted with the place—and his sister. he’d be suspicious if you weren’t looking at him with such an innocent gaze and kind smile. it’s not an expression he has the pleasure of seeing often; he’d even go as far as saying that he found it—you— pretty.  still, he can’t help but be a little confused as to who you are and what you’re doing in his sister’s shop. though, before he gets the opportunity to ask, you’re speaking again.

“coming to get something repaired?” you inquire with the slight raise of your eyebrows, but the smile never leaves your lips.

it’s then that gepard pieces everything together. for as long as the shop has been open, serval has been the only employee. the man supposes that his sister must have hired you as help recently. serval must trust you a great deal to leave you in charge in her absence.

a beat of silence passes with you gazing at gepard expectantly before he remembers that you had asked him a question. he kicks himself for standing frozen in his spot and fumbles to give you an answer.

“oh, yeah.” he nods slowly, thinking back to the query. the blonde blinks as he realizes his mistake. he shakes his head, wisps of sandy hair brushing his nose with the gesture. “wait, no! sorry-i’m here to pick something up.”

you swallow down a giggle at the man’s nervous aura. it’s charming—cute, even—to see someone who appears so distinguished stumble over their words. quietly clearing your throat, you follow up with another question. “what’s the name you left with the restoration?”

“gepard landau.” his voice is a little more stable this time around.

“ah, you’re serval’s brother!” the excitement in your tone catches gepard a little off guard but also makes his heart skip a beat. he’s not sure what’s so thrilling about you knowing his name, knowing who he is. most people do, but he’s met with a foreign feeling of satisfaction upon hearing what he thinks is your delight to cross paths with him.

not wanting to be rude, you give him your name as well. “sorry, i got a little sidetracked. you brought in your shield, right?”

gepard nods. he hopes serval was at least truthful about earthwork being ready.

“great! i’ll go grab it for you.” you point over your shoulder before turning on your heel and disappearing into the back room.

the blonde inhales a deep breath through his nose and exhales, warm air pushing past his lips. he wants to blame his abnormal uneasiness on the fact that he was expecting his sister and not you but part of him, an undeniable part of him, knows that it’s more than that. his palms wouldn’t be clammy and the tips of his ears wouldn’t be warm if it weren’t.

gepard doesn’t find himself in this state often but he’s not dumb—he knows what these nervous symptoms point to. though, before he’s able to give them a name and make them really real, a loud thump sounds in the air. arctic eyes dart to the source of the noise and he’s met with your figure in the doorway, one hand gripping the brown leather strap and the other attempting to balance the shield that’s practically towering over you.

you spare a glance his way, eyes wavering as you laugh. “this thing is a lot more intimidating when it’s vertical.”

“please, let me.” gepard rushes over to you at seeing your struggle. he mindlessly reaches out to grab the refashioned instrument case but rather than feeling the hardshell beneath the pads of his fingers, he’s met with the softness of your skin. he recoils quickly, grasping for a strap instead which he finds after some fumbling. even with the shield now balanced, the tingle he felt when coming in contact with you lingers. “sorry.”

your lips wobble as you fight back a laugh at his reaction to merely brushing your hand. “it’s okay.”

the juxtaposition of gepard’s regal attire and what used to be an instrument case makes you grin. the two things he values most—the protection of belabog and his family—collide in a curious way. still, as a music enthusiast yourself, seeing someone find a different purpose for an object that seemingly only has one job makes gepard all the more interesting to you.

as the thought crosses your mind, there’s a prickle on your knuckles where gepard’s skin had touched yours.

you want to prolong this encounter, ask him anything that might make him stick around for just a while longer but, for what feels like the first time in your life, you don’t know what to say. you can’t remember the last time someone was able to leave you speechless. 

there’s something different, maybe even special, about gepard landau.

the bell above the door rings and, this time, you hear it. though, instead of being met with another patron, serval strolls in with a pleased smile pulling at her lips.

“welcome back.” you offer the woman a polite wave.

she returns the gesture before turning her attention to her brother. “i see you’ve met the newest addition to the workshop’s staff.”

a glint of mischief passes in the eyes that mirror his own. the sparkle and the smile tell him all he needs to know—his sister planned this. gepard bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from begging serval to stop meddling. the more he thinks about it, he supposes he has her to thank for sneakily arranging the meeting. he’s much too proud to tell her so.

and he doesn’t need to. the boyish blush clouding his cheeks is enough for serval.

she winks at her younger brother, patting his shoulder playfully. “don’t hesitate to stop by if anything else needs fixing. or if you’d just like to visit.”

serval says the last part with a wink.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

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[antianakin]

So here's a thought I had recently regarding Padmé's suspicion that Dooku was trying to have her assassinated back in Attack of the Clones, and the Jedi Council's doubt of the same. My thought is that while the Council's opinion on Dooku would turn out to be a grave misjudgment, Padmé didn't actually offer any evidence or even reasoning to support her. She just said "I think Count Dooku is behind [the attempts on my life]".

For me, this is such an important part of the story because it directly leads into the Council's relationship with Anakin in ROTS and the way they're a LOT more wary and mistrustful when Anakin does shady shit. Even if we ignore TCW and the added fallen Jedi who betray them there, they've already been burned once by assuming one of their own would never turn on them or do evil things. They're trying not to make the same mistake twice when they can tell Anakin is acting suspiciously.

Padme might not provide a lot of reasoning behind her suspicions, but she ultimately ends up being RIGHT about Dooku. She sees his participation in the Separatists who are doing shady shit and recognizes that his past as a Jedi does not exempt him from the suspicion of that association. The Jedi's compassion (which isn't a BAD thing) causes them to give Dooku the benefit of the doubt. They refuse to declare him guilty until he's proven to be. That compassion doesn't directly lead to any actual consequences (it doesn't cause the assassination attempts or Obi-Wan's capture), but they still LEARN from this mistake and are actively trying NOT TO MAKE IT AGAIN in the third film with Anakin.

If you want to bring TCW into account, you can see this same pattern emerging with Krell and then Ahsoka/Barriss. They get betrayed by not just Dooku, but also later Krell, so by the time they reach the Wrong Jedi arc, they explicitly say they can't rule out that a Jedi bombed the Temple. And then as much as they care about Ahsoka, they insist that they can't let their personal feelings for her override the facts in front of them that make her look exceptionally guilty. And while Ahsoka was not ultimately the one who bombed the Temple, it still WAS a Jedi who did it. And so by the time you reach ROTS and their interactions with Anakin, you can see a clear development in the Council's willingness to look on their own with more suspicion. They can no longer afford to give their own people the benefit of the doubt because they just keep being betrayed by those they had chosen to trust. And that is also part of the tragedy of what's happening to the Jedi in this era - their ability to be compassionate and extend trust, even to their own people, is being stripped from them because of the war and the influence of darkness tainting everything. Palpatine creates a world where the Jedi are forced into letting go of some of their core beliefs just to survive.

So sure, they don't have any real reason to believe Padme is right about Dooku, but the fact that they believe in him anyway and are wrong is SO IMPORTANT to the story being told here and leads really nicely into what we see of them later on.

#star wars #jedi #pro jedi #count dooku #padme amidala #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith

[heavenlymorals]

In Defense of Bill Williamson: A Curious Case Of Hear Me OUT-

Warning: this post contains mentions of rape, homophobia, and period typical attitudes.

The first time I played RDR2, I was very curious and went into Sonny's cabin. If you know, you know.

I was horrified over learning what happened to Arthur and the shock of it all was impalpable. The fact that Rockstar put in such an encounter was diabolical, but either way, it happened, and I was pissed and heartbroken for Arthur. Out of all the encounters that happened in this game, all the awful encounters, this is the only one that did not get a journal entry- mostly likely due to the trauma of getting raped and the shame of it as well- let us not forget that Arthur is a man, a very tough and burly man, living in 1899 America. The likelihood that there would be any support for him is nigh on none.

I fed Sonny to the alligators (obviously) later and more or less forgot about it because I avenged my Arthur.

Then Bill came along.

"I met a guy at the swamp who seemed to know a lot about you. I mean A LOT about you…"

I was pissed and it was the first time in the game that I heard pure, unadulterated hatred in Arthur's voice as he more or less growled at Bill to go away. From then on, I always antagonized Bill for seemingly mocking Arthur like that for getting raped.

But then I played again and again and played Red Dead 1 too and learned that Bill is gay. Even though it isn't said outright, it is implied so heavily that it would be laughable to suggest that he liked women.

So after a while, my reaction to Bill's words changed. I pity him now.

Now I know what you are thinking- Heytham, how the hell can you pity a man who mocked a fucking rape victim?

Because I don't think Bill thought Arthur was raped.

Here is how I came to this conclusion (feel free to disagree with me, but here is how I came to this conclusion):

Being a homosexual in the 1800s was a very isolating and daunting experience, with the threat of jail time and even death. Society was super judgemental and cruel to people who did not fit into what was expected of them, so being a homosexual would feel like hell on Earth because there wasn't a real way to express this attraction beyond longing and secrecy, which would make finding other gay people hard to do.

Beyond just isolation, homosexual actions can ruin careers, which we can assume is one of the reasons that Bill got dishonorably discharged ("deviancy") alongside attempted murder. Crazy to think that "deviancy" is on the same level of attempted murder and was probably shamed more, but that is neither here nor there.

Even the gang wasn't really accepting of Bill's sexuality, which speaks a lot about the gang's supposedly "progressive politics", as they aren't really politically progressive and more so idealistic in the romantic standards of 1800s America. In terms of Bill's sexuality, it felt more like a outta sight, outta mind sort of deal. Bill is the butt of jokes and his sexuality is too ("Is he gonna kiss that guy or punch him", "Bill and Phil", "He likes to do a lot of things with men on their knees (RDR1- John says it to purposely shame Bill more to the people he works with)")).

When his sexuality seems to be a bit more upfront, there is agression and disgust. The biggest example of this is Arthur's reaction to Bill wanting hair pomade. He sounds disgusted and mean and the sneer in his "Yeah, I'll get you your hair pomade…" is very telling that Arthur thinks that Bill is asking him for pomade for gay sex because of the way he reacts to it- he already has a disposition to thinking this is why Bill wants the pomade and it disgusts him, even though he does it anyways.

To give Arthur the benefit of the doubt, I'd be pretty weirded out if someone asked me for lube, but Arthur didn't know if that is what Bill actually wants. He could very well just need it for a job that requires him to look nice, which happens in the ball mission. The point is that he had a disposition and that disposition made him react in not only a bewildered way but a disgusted way. Im serious, just listen to that interaction- I don't think I am reaching.

In any case, it is quite obvious that Bill feels isolated and that isolation makes him awkward and aggressive around men that he does like (Kieran) and overall just angry at the world because of it, amongst other things. He has no one to talk to, no one to relate to, and he is shunned and despaired over something he cannot control.

So then Bill meets Sonny and whatever the hell they did together, Sonny talks about Arthur, and let us be real, what is the likelihood that he would flat out tell Bill that he raped Arthur? Low, I'd think. Most likely, he would just say that the two of them had sex.

Now think about this- Bill has mostly likely lived his entire life hiding his sexuality and only expressing it in secret because if he does otherwise, he will be punished in some form or another. But now he learns that another man in camp, the fucking enforcer of all people, has apparently went to this man for sex.

Do you realize what this means for a gay person? Especially a gay person who lives in a society that actively discourages and punishes same-sex relations? It doesn't necessarily mean that that person would try to drum up a relationship, but there is comfort in the fact that now you know another person who is experiencing the same thing you are- the solidarity in that is priceless. I would know, I come from a culture that still kills gay people.

When Bill comes up to Athur, he genuinely sound giddy, like he found a big secret. There wasn't really any malice in his voice, other than a "haha, guess what I just found out" sort of tone.

When Arthur tells him to get out of there, he didn't seem offended. He didn't seem annoyed or aggressive, which is unusual for Bill. He just puts his hands up in surrender and goes off, almost as if he was saying "hey, I get it man," in the sense that a man during this time period, especially a man like Arthur, wouldn't want to be found out as gay. Internalized homophobia was definietly rampant.

He genuinely doesn't seem to have malice in that tone- Bill only talks like that when he is either excited or happy or acting like a human being. And at this point in the game, Bill still respected Arthur, so I doubt he would want to step on his toes, especially in a way like that.

If I am not talking out of my ass, this could be such a great moment of character development for Bill- sympathy for another man supposedly like him in the world that they lived in. Fucking Bill having sympathy and empathy- who would've thought.

Or he could be mocking Arthur for being a rape victim because Bill is genuinely a piece of shit.

But on the off chance that he does not? What an interesting microcosm of LGBTQ+ dynamics in 1899 America.

In any case, FUCK SONNY AND DONT GET INVITED INTO HOUSES IN THE SWAMPS-

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #bill williamson #character analysis #story analysis #is this a reach? #idk #maybe I'm just projecting cuz of the culture i grew up in #but in any case #poor arthur man

[genericpuff]

Not related to lore Olympus but this discussion seems a bit uhh strange. Some of the comments are calling Mattie bites a right woman hater. If you don't believe me,check this out.

https://www.reddit.com/r/webtoons/s/4zaDi6fWos

god okay I feel like I'm opening Pandora's Box with this shit but I have lots to say about it so... yeah fuck it, let's do this, I'm brave-

So I can absolutely agree with OP's sentiment that BlackLightJack's content has become uh... more aggressive and mean-spirited , and don't get me wrong, that was always sort of his vibe, but now it feels like he's straight up just weaponizing his fanbase and like... y'all know how curt I get about LO here, I can be a real asshole about it, even I think what BLJ is doing feels really shitty, immature, and frankly just uninformed? Because most of his videos are just him pout-screaming profanities into the microphone, like I know this is gonna sound nitpicky and petty but I can literally hear it in his voice that he's enunciating his words the same way an 8 year old would so that spit would land on the person they're yelling at ("STOOOOOOOOO-PPP-UHHHHH") and lately his content just feels like what it used to feel like being in CoD lobbies back in the day. Him having the name 'webtoon killer' just gives me such a sour taste in my mouth. Like... this feels like some kind of Batman villain in the making LMAO

But maybe no one wants to hear that opinion from someone like me who's literally called themselves the "far superior off brand" as a gag LMAO and that's fine honestly if you think I'm full of shit, this is also just my opinion!

But like... and I know I'm being an asshole going 'b-but-!' but... BLJ is also building an entire ass monetized platform off his vibe and using that platform to specifically go after Canvas series and creators. And let me tell you, while many would argue "well it's just the webtoons that are grossly negligent / breaking Webtoons' ToS / etc.", his fanbase is also constantly just sending him new comics to read and trash on and I feel like it's only a matter of time before he goes after a completely innocent creator whose only crime was being not great at webcomics which... shouldn't be viewed as a default crime punishable by pitchforks. That sorta already happened with the Fulcagay situation, I don't know Fulcagay and he almost definitely wouldn't know me, but he's a fellow Canvas creator who I've run into and shared a space with, and BLJ's original comments about him just felt incredibly off-base and volatile without giving even a shred of benefit of the doubt. I get the sense BLJ doesn't know about Hanlon's razor ("Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity") because EVERY video he does about every comic and creator he's addressing assumes maliciousness always.

This is the same shit we got with Youtube creators like Leafy who became infamous for just taking the piss out of everyone until they took it too far. Like, take it from me, it can be VERY easy to get so entrenched in being an asshole and taking the piss out of everything that completely innocent people get hit with splash damage, and if you're not willing to take responsibility for that, then you're gonna look like a bigger dick than the people you were aiming for. This pee analogy working for y'all? 😆

As for what Matty Bites has to do with that, I don't really get it? Like maybe I'm just misinformed here, maybe I haven't watched enough of her stuff, but she's never given me anywhere near the amount of red flags I get off listening to even one episode of BLJ. Matty feels like someone who actually reads and analyzes and researches the stuff she's criticizing in a way that's relatively harmless with her own flair sprinkled in (and her humor is hilarious btw, her opening skits are great LOL); BLJ meanwhile feels like he's constantly one opinion away from starting a #victimofcancelculture campaign because he's just trying to be as edgy and angry as possible LMAO (and ironically they're both often criticizing the same thing, but it goes to show how delivery makes a hell of a difference when it comes to dishing out criticism)

All that said, if there is something with Matty Bites that I'm missing here, I'm fully open to being informed because I haven't watched many of her videos and there could just as well be something that I've missed. But I don't think she's anywhere near as hostile as BLJ tends to be, I don't think Matty Bites' comedic video editing and sassy commentary has ever resulted in creators actually being attacked and bullied like BLJ's have.

Overall I think anyone who builds a platform or audience off criticizing content (and this includes me!) needs to practice responsibility and accountability in what they put out and what they choose to focus on and criticize. It can be really easy to accidentally use "criticism" as a get-out-of-jail-free card to just be a bully. It can be really easy to wind up leaving your criticism so unrefined and surface level without any deeper reflection that you never actually open your mind to anything and you just end up echoing out hate speech without even intending to. And it can be really, really easy to ruin your own palate from willingly consuming nothing but shit all day.

Just to quote some very famous words from a fictional character that absolutely apply here:

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #webtoon critical

[wayfayrr]

Hey there, I wondered if Tears ever gets insecure about his arm, scars or possibly even his height. Like I find his height absolutely perfect and adorable but he is smaller than most other people and it might bother him?

So I've been wondering how he acts when insecure and what would be a good way to comfort him. I would just hold him and try to convince him of all the good qualities he has. As well as petting through his hair. Making him feel loved and secure. And honestly an extraordinary arm isn't that bad, it doesn't affect who he is after all.

I wonder if that would help or he'd need some other form of comfort. Or maybe to be left alone. Anything from an answer to hc's to a short story or even deletion is fine! If you even have time and are willing that is!

Have a great day! <3

I absolutely loved this request, thank you so much for it - I've gone with three different possible scenarios for why he could be dealing with feeling insecure and some headcanons for how you could help him feel better about himself after each one <3 There is one major one I left out but the issue regarding his memories will definitely be explored some time soon!

honestly exploring tears is just so fun, it's nice tearing into his different layers :3c headcanons under the cut!

[masterlist]

due to his prosthetic 

✦ This is the easiest of his insecurities to deal with, as it only really tends to show itself when his phantom pains act up. 

✦ he’s long used to having lost his arm by the point that you meet, having had to figure out a replacement for when Rauru’s arm faded after his second quest was over.

✦ despite that though he still isn’t used to the ricocheting pain he gets once every so often, less now than when he was first still drowned in gloom but still just as debilitating. 

✦ He just needs to taken away from other people and shown affection, reassured that his is a benefit rather than something people only pity him for. 

✦ it’s all he really needs in those moments of vulnerability, when he can feel the flesh being shredded from his none existent bone. 

“Wouldn't it be better if there was some way to just have my arm go back to how it should be? That way I wouldn’t be such a burden when he decides to haunt me again.” “Sherbert whatever do you mean? You aren’t a burden for this, why even consider it?” “The whole group has had to come to a stop just because of this stupid pain and I know you’ve seen time getting pissed off with me for the things I can do with it.” “Time’s just an old man who’s worried about your safety, he means no harm with it. Wars got the rest to come to a stop for the same reason, not because you’re a burden, but because we care for you.” “But If my arm wasn’-” “Your arm is part of who you are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, I love you for you Li, don’t even waste your energy thinking otherwise.”

✦ another way to help him through these patches is more to do with also indulging his love for learning about your home, or well more to the point - stickers. Giving him ones with meaning and that he thinks are pretty help him to work his confidence back. Because it wouldn't be possible without his arm!

due to his height 

✦ This comes out even rarer than his doubts about his arm, and only due to a very specific scenario and that’s if you’re talking about Earth's beauty standards - how taller people are often seen as more attractive.

✦ If you aren’t quick to say otherwise he’s going to assume that’s what you think too, it’s going to do a real number on his self esteem - because the thing is, he never really cares about what other people think about him, it simply doesn’t even register as something he should be worried about before he met you outside of the memory issue but that’s a whole other thing 

✦ this is the first time that something that REALLY has never been an issue for him becomes a big problem, if you aren’t aware of why he’s feeling like this then the sudden shift will come as a surprise. As he starts to avoid you and tear up whenever you see him before leaving. The rest of the chain mention that they’ve seen him tinkering with things but no one has seen exactly what it is.  

✦ the reason it came up was possibly from another member of the chains jealousy of how close the two of you were before this, or simply another villager trying to get you to go with them ‘because why wouldn’ t you want a tall handsome guy? 

✦ the sooner you can catch on and comfort him the better, as it’ll give it less time to get stuck in his head that you aren’t comforting him because it’s true, and it’s harder to tell himself that it isn’t while you’re pretty much confirming it

✦ but when you finally do get through to him that you don’t care about his height? That you aren’t secretly judging him for being so short? He’ll have a little moment where he breaks down, he’s been avoiding you for so long… and for what? All that time with you he’s missed over such a ridiculous reason will haunt him for at least a few days. 

“Tears? Link what are you doing? You’ve been avoiding me for nearly a week now. And - are those?” “I, no I haven’t been ‘avoiding’ you, just, I’ve just been busy… yeah.” “Were you just making those stilts this whole time? Is that why you’ve blanked me, seriously?” “I just - I, that - in the village.” “Hey, hey lilac there’s no need to cry love, I’m not angry, I’ve just missed you. You don’t have to tell me why, it’s just worried me.” “It - that guy, what he said - I just, wouldn’t you prefer someone taller?” “Well someone taller wouldn’t be you love. And I couldn’t even imagine being with someone else.” “R-really?” “Really darling.”

✦ he'll be impossibly clingy and almost showy after the fact, to the point where other people start getting concerned about how close he's getting - but it's not like he's hurt anyone else over it yet but if the villager who planted the idea in his head ever appears again then, well who would blame him..?

due to his sexuality (haha demiromantic asexual tears hc stepping innn)

✦ This is a bit more of a unique one, because it isn’t something he’s had to put all that much thought into before, it’s just never come up, but when he hears how some of the others talk about relationships he starts to have doubts about himself. 

✦ He simply doesn’t feel things that the others have described and the things that he has felt happened so much slower than how they said it did for them. He simply can’t help but question if there was- is something wrong with him. 

✦ He only started to fall when he was good friends with you, not the instant connection that he heard that time had with malon, or twi with midna. He doesn’t want you the person who he loves more than his own life to be with someone who he’s starting to think as so broken. If he can’t feel love ‘right’ then how could he hope to treat you right? 

✦ If he learns about this being normal, about the fact that other people share the same things as him, that he has flags that can use to show off his identity? It’s the biggest relief that he’s felt since meeting someone who treated him like a person. 

✦ once he’s gotten it through his head that he’s not broken, and that he doesn’t need to be worried about not being enough for you. You accept him for what he is and aren’t trying to make him change. It’s something he very very rarely gets to experience, and it definitely helps him feel even closer to you in the end 

✦ some of the biggest comfort he gets is you just accepting him and letting his feelings progress at his natural rate, it’s one of the best things he could have hoped for.

#hehe silly boyyyy #love himbbb #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #lu tears #totk x reader #totk link #loz x reader #moss✦writes

[untamedmetablogiguess]

Thinking about how Lan Xichen tells WWX that Wangji’s complicated feelings for him are mirrored by how he felt regarding their mother, but doesn’t seem to realize that his own feelings for JGY are equally shaped and mirrored by his feelings regarding their mother!

Like, he looks at his brother and sees that stubborn, unyielding love and is like ‘ah yes i recognize this’ but he cannot see in himself that his lack of desire to know the details of his mother’s crime are exactly like his reluctance to look at JGY’s actions with any real scrutiny.

because lwj has had to grapple with “what if the person you love did something unforgivable?” and made his choice, but xichen has been studiously avoiding thinking about that question at all for his entire life.  lan xichen wants to give everyone the benefit of the doubt!  he wants to believe the best of everybody!  and sometimes that means deliberately not asking the questions he really should ask, because if he did he’d have to hear the answers!

he knows his mother Did a Murder.  If he asks why, and finds out her reason, then he has to decide, is that a good enough reason?  And if it wasn’t, if the reason was just, like, he annoyed her and she lost her temper, then he has to deal with reconciling his memory of his sweet, kind, loving mother with the knowledge that she did something morally reprehensible and completely unjustified.  but if it was a good reason, if for example the teacher had attempted to assault her and she was defending herself?  well, then she’s vindicated but the rest of his clan is implicated.  now he has to deal with the knowledge that her punishment was absolutely unjust and that all her suffering (and his, and his father’s, and his brother’s) was a terrible injustice perpetrated by his family!  now he’ll have to look at his clan’s elders, who he is supposed to respect, and know that they did something inexcusable to a woman who didn’t deserve it!

by not asking the question, he maintains a state of shroedinger’s-cat-like paradoxical neutrality - he can assume the best of both his mother and his clan.

Likewise, he has carefully maintained a neutral state regarding his sworn brothers, trying to make peace between them and assume only the best of each of them, because if he looks too closely, then either NMJ is right, and JGY is a bad and untrustworthy person, or JGY is right, and NMJ is being cruel and unjust.  as long as he doesn’t actually look directly at the conflict, he can continue to pretend it is just a troublesome personality clash instead of a fundamental and irreconcilable difference of worldview in which he might have to make some kind of moral judgement call!

#lan xichen #jin guangyao #meng yao #nie mingjue #lan wangji #meta #my meta

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Recently I saw this post by @god-has-adhd (I'm not reblogging it because I saw the people they tagged and realised very quickly that it's quite likely that us reblogging the post will be unwelcome, to put it mildly. I'm tagging the OP here anyway since it's a direct response to the post and it seemed only fair to engage in the conversation. I hope they don't mind.) OP urged everyone to watch the video regardless of the political leaning so in the spirit of giving everything a fair shot, we watched it. 'We' here refers to both me and Mod G. There are things we agree on with the guy speaking in the video and there are things we disagree with/think he didn't properly research. However, there is one thing that's most relevant to this blog and to me, personally so I'll be talking primarily about it. This is your long post warning, I'm afraid.

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"The Real Story of Eklavya"

The context for people who haven't watched the video is that the guy brings up two stories, one of Satyakama Jabali from the Upanishads and that of Eklavya from the Mahabharata. He brings up both these stories in the context of caste, he helpfully titles it and everything.

What I found interesting is that he frames himself talking about the story with the words "The real story of Eklavya". If you know even the basics of storytelling or filmmaking, you know that this is quite important. This implies that you, the viewer, do not know the real story and the one you know is either incomplete or false.

He begins, in a memorable instance, by asking ChatGPT for a summary to grasp the popular interpretation of the story of Eklavya and Drona. I have THOUGHTS about using a machine learning tool that is trained on data that is infamously biased and lacking when it comes to anything that isn't American, but that would be digressing from the point. ChatGPT provides him a summary that mentions that Eklavya was denied Drona's tutelage because he was of a lower caste. After this, the guy proceeds to recite the lines where Eklavya is mentioned in the Adi parva of the Sanskrit Mahabharat that we refer to as Vyasa's Mahabharat. He expresses surprise at how Eklavya is introduced as being the son of the "king" of the nishads (I think leader is a better word that should've been used but the Sanskrit text has a notorious habit of having just really questionable ways of referring to people, if you've read it you know.) Which is found HILARIOUS. Bro, what do you mean you're surprised? This is COMMON knowledge, I fear.

He mentions how being the son of the nishaad's leader/king effectively puts him on the same level as Arjun and that they're both princes. He says that this means Eklavya isn't shudra or dalit (there is a word that's curiously absent here that I'll mention in a bit.) Now, this one of those parts where the choice information he presents the viewer with is bizarre. Since I promised I'll give it a fair shot, I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and assume this is a fault of him not researching enough and not willful omission. Maybe he just doesn't know. The information he's given here is correct, mostly. What he DOESN'T explain is who the nishads, as a group are. I'll fill in the blanks for him.

The nishad are said to be a group of tribal people who reside in the hills. The text he reads out even has the word "tribal" in it but the guy sort of glosses over it? The nishads are sort of like an aggregate grouping of different tribal populations and not the name of a specific tribe. Kind of. But the mention is still significant. See, the Mahabharata, especially the Sanskrit text, has this Thing™ that it does where it's incredibly rare to find a mention of tribal populations who are said to be human, many of the other mentioned tribal groups are demi-humans or non-humans or just straight up rakshahsas.

Eklavya is said to be the adopted son of Hiranyadhanus, the aforementioned king/leader of the nishads. The Harivamsa Purana part of the Sanskrit text (which is a giant-ass genealogy section where it traces the family line from the start of existence to the birth of Krishna) mentions that biologically he's the son of Devashrava, Vasudev's brother, which makes him Krishna's cousin by blood. Eklavya was abandoned by Devashrava in the forest and Hiranyadhanus found him and raised him as his own.

This makes Eklavya a tribal boy, I would use the word adivasi but people might disagree so I'll just say he has a tribal heritage, not by blood but by his upbringing. The man in the video says that Eklavya isn't a shudra, or dalit or untouchable, which is technically true. There's a missing word here that's doing a lot of heavy lifting for him, though. He says that Eklavya is a Kshatriya, which is DEBATEABLE because in the epic we've seen time and time again that blood doesn't matter and it's the society that does. With this, hopefully not to y'all, new information we might understand how the guy's assertion that Arjuna and Eklavya are on equal footing is shaky at best.

He continues to explain that in the text the reasoning why Drona refuses Eklavya is because he'd already promised he'd make Arjun The Best Archer. Since, he's bound by obligation to the Kurus, he can't afford to let Eklavya outshine his kuru students. The man proceeds to assert that in the text there is no caste-based discrimination happening here. Ergo, he concludes, the story of Eklavya doesn't have a caste aspect to it. If you believe otherwise, you're uneducated and need to learn the Truth and not fall into Propoganda. (I'm trying to be charitable to the guy but his tone when he says the word "propoganda" is dripping with disdain and it's making it very hard for me to remain charitable.) He ends this section this way.

This guy says he's given you all the facts. He's cited his source and he's said the complete truth. He hasn't. In this man's viewpoint, the complete and true Mahabharat is the Sanskrit text. Which, as you know, ISN'T what the entirety of the Mahabharat is and claiming that it is is a narrow perspective to see it. (Which is FUNNY considering this guy has a whole section towards the end of the video about Nuance and it's ironic that he's unwilling to provide the same nuance about the epic to his trusting audience.) Maybe he just isn't insane enough like me to know that it isn't the entire Mahabharat. It's possible.

There is a viewpoint that declares that the Sanskrit Text is the primary source and everything else isn't "canon". There's a SPECIFIC word for it but I will not say it because it's like a boogeyman word on hindublr, at least, so I'll omit the word in this post. This man, from what I've seen, shares this viewpoint.

I disagree.

The Mahabharat, is first and foremost a collection of oral traditions of storytelling that were written down much later. This means that the entire corpus of work that is this mammoth of an epic consists of the thousands of written texts, poetry, plays, songs, folk tales, recently it also includes cinematic adaptations, bedtime stories that your elders might have told you, and lastly, popular culture for better or for worse. This is my viewpoint and I feel it provides for a much better lens to engage with the story. Otherwise, you're denying the story of the rich tradition and heritage it was forged in.

The guy in the video wonders why the story of Eklavya is more popular than Satyakama Jabali and there are a lot of reasons for it. First is that the epic is simply more popular and, in many ways, more fun than the upanishad stories. Second is that the story of Eklavya captured people's minds because it's a story that has strife and the ending is unsatisfactory. Tragedies inspire emotions and connection in a way that comedies do not. There are many more reasons but I'll stop listing them.

It's not a coincidence or happenstance that there are caste dynamics added in the popular interpretation of the story. There are even seeds of this in the Sanskrit text, if this guy is truly only looking at that alone, Eklavya being a tribal kid, the way his physical appearance is described in the text, the way he's stopped from sharing a space with the kuru princes etc. If a variety of people who have historically faced similar things especially when it comes to education and find themselves mirrored in Eklavya? That's not Propaganda, as the guy puts it. It's just how stories naturally evolve and grow. It's people reading between the lines. There's no conspiracy at play. Just people finding something to relate to when they cannot relate to any other character.

I can write essays on how caste and varna show up in the Mahabharat (and I might, if even ONE person asks me for it) but to sum it down, it's a task of examining exactly who and what KIND of people are absent from the story. The Invisible People, if you will. You can count on your fingers how many shudra, dalit and adivasi figures are in the Mahabharat.

Drona is a teacher who fails at being a teacher in this instance. (The Mahabharat in many ways is a story of people failing to do their Duty. There's a certain peacock feather wearing guy who does a whole song and dance about it. It can cover a whole book. It's quite popular. Maybe you've heard of it?) Even if you ignore the caste dynamics reading of it, you cannot deny that the man just sucked at being a teacher in that moment when he denied education to a student, whatever his reasoning may be. He brutally asks for the kid to maim himself and again, even the Sanskrit text describes this action of Drona as cruel. He creates a barrier for Eklavya to stop him from continuing to practice his archery.

It's not surprising that Drona is read as a stand in for an education system that sucks at being an education system that does its job. Again, it's not a conspiracy or propaganda. It's people trying to connect to a story through the prism of their life experiences.

It is not my place to tell people what to believe and what not to believe. It's not the guy in the video's either, despite what he says. People's interpretations are personal to them. What is my place is to remind people that it's wrong to deny people their interpretations. There are versions and interpretations of the story that I hate or dislike but I'm not standing here and telling you they're not the Truth. This is the nuance that Mahabharat requires that the guy lacks. This is also why I believe his sources and research is lacking in this department.

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Beyond Eklavya

There's a lot of other thoughts and things I want to share about the rest of the video. I'll try to summarise the highlights.

There's a part where he doesn't understand what systemic patriarchy means, exactly, even though he himself gave an EXCELLENT example of it towards the start of the video with Satyakama Jabali's mother's heritage not being considered when it comes to his gotra. It was frustrating because he SAID it. He said the perfect example himself. I almost thought he set it up as a complete circle moment but he hadn't.

I appreciate him bringing a Shaivite perspective because I'm honestly tired of so much Vaishnavism at all times. I love to see different schools of Hinduism actually being practiced and not just one dominating and subsuming the others.

Towards the start of the video, Mod G predicted that the man would go on a "Periyar sucks" rant and I was so delighted that G was so right.

The guy in the video neglects to look at any contemporary research and scholarship about the linguistics and the Aryan migration theory(which he calls the invasion theory, obviously) including the genetic studies.

There's a funny bit where whenever the guy mentions Ambedkar he has to assert that he thinks Ambedkar is anti-hindu. Even when he's praising him. It happened multiple times.

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TL;DR The man in the video fails to provide his viewers with the full picture about the story of Eklavya even when he claims he is.

- Mod S

ALSO

The structure of his arguments are poor especially in the section where he talks about why the North-South divide came about. Does he not know about the field of linguistics and how root languages are established? Telugu as a language has a 'Dravidian' (he seems to hate that word, even though Dravida is not just the anglo word for the southern parts of India) root because of certain features it has. Notice how North Indian languages use Gender. And then, notice how Southern/central or even Adivasi languages use gender. One main reason why Dravidian languages have been speculated to have another root language different to Sankskrit is the counting systems. Its not wrong to say Telugu has sanskrit INFLUENCE, but again, look at WHICH people within the language group use that type of Telugu (spoiler alert, its the 'proper' upper castes). He dismisses that entirely and makes it a whole issue about how the North South divide happened.

Its very clear to me that he has no intention of representing any of the counter arguments to his premise in an honest manner and is instead single mindedly trying to create more propaganda.

-Mod G

#is this the longest post on this blog #EVER? #possibly #I'm sorry #about being insane about the Mahabharat again #but I would argue that you all signed up for it #when you started following us #eklavya #hindu mythology #mahabharata #Mahabharat #hindublr #I'm tagging specifically because the original post was in the tag #desiblr #not an incorrect quote #mod: s #mod: g

[oddzo]

I’m excited to finally be able to share my drawing of my favorite Camp Camp X Gravity Falls crossover idea! :D

A long string of my thoughts regarding the crossover under the pics, you have been warned lol

It’s crazy to me that despite all the jokes that Harrison looks like a human Bill Cipher there is absolutely no fanart (that I have found) of him interacting with any of the Pines.

Yeah there’s art of him with Bill, but the Pine’s family are the ones that have trauma from him and therefore would have the best reaction.

Just imagine them meeting the one kid that not only looks like someone possessed by Bill but also does real honest to god magic and has an affinity for fire!

With how much shit the Pine’s have dealt with it wouldn’t be a stretch for them that Bill came back as a kid. They’d probably assume Harrison was being possessed or something.

Harrison especially looks like Bipper so I’d imagine he’d be especially unsettling to Dipper and Mabel. (Probably gonna draw him and Mabel interacting next)

Dipper immediately being super suspicious of Harrison and doing that stalking thing he does to try and figure him out. Dipper seeing Harrison make a mistake with his magic that makes him not look great and Dipper just freaking out more.

Mabel being uncomfortable with Harrison but trying her hardest to be nice to him because he hasn’t actually done anything yet. Becoming friends when she realizes that Harrison is just a kid and not anything like Bill personality and morality wise.

Harrison enjoyed coloring in that one episode so she could probably get him to do art with her. They’d have so much fun with him showing her his magic tricks, he’d be so happy someone is genuinely interested. His magic would probably improve with the encouragement she would give him.

Mabel being reminded of Bipper whenever Harrison gets a bit arrogant. The thought goes away pretty quickly though cause he usually gets humbled really quickly and just accepts it lol

Ford also immediately being suspicious of Harrison but not doing anything rash yet until he can test him. Losing his shit the first time Harrison does magic in front of him.

Someone on here posted a mini fic thing where they said Ford almost dropkicked Harrison the first time he does magic and I love that (I’ll look for the post later and tag it here) Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/the-sprog/659871894550577153/i-just-had-an-idea-could-you-imagine-a-crossover

Stan giving Harrison the benefit of the doubt but keeping a close eye on him whenever he interacts with one of the twins. Not outright hostile to him but not exactly kind either.

Stan somehow finding out about how Harrison accidentally made his brother disappear and immediately noticing the similarities to what happened with him and Ford. He probably gains a bit of a soft spot for Harrison after and gives him pointers on random things, probably a few pep talks.

Oh also I know it’s just a difference in the two art styles but CC characters tend to have more yellow sclera and oval pupils/irises and it really doesn’t help Harrison’s case lmao

I can keep going but this post is already really long so I’ll stop for now haha 😅

#camp camp #camp camp harrison #cc harrison #art #camp camp gravity falls crossover #gravity falls #gravity falls crossover #camp camp crossover #dipper pines #bill cipher #you don’t understand how much I need a genuine fic surrounding this idea #I’d do it myself but I don’t like writing much #also scared to mess up characters cause it’s easier to do that in writing #I see so many people mistake Harrison for Bill Cipher it’s so funny #I can and will go on and on about this #need to organize my thoughts first though #camp camp fanart #gravity falls fanart #please other people make content of this I neeed ittt #my art #I swear if I catch any mistakes in my drawing after I post this #holy shit I just remembered the new cc episode comes out today #yippie #i hate drawing backgrounds #camp camp x gravity falls

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 30

Eminem x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader wakes up and learns that Em left the room to go and see Tracy in the middle of the night.

Tags : Fluff - Comfort

Y/N’s POV

You opened your eyes  as you felt a dip in the mattress. It was Marshall getting under the cover. You weren’t even aware he was gone. The slight space between the hotel room’s curtain let a little bit of light in. You assumed it was early in the morning. 

Hey, you said in a raspy voice. 

Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you up, he said softly. 

Were you gone ? You asked with a small yawn. 

For a minute, yeah, he said. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep, my love. 

Wasn’t he aware that telling you not to worry about it and going back to sleep was a sure fire way for you to actually about it and not be able to sleep ? You sat up in bed and stared at him. 

Where were you ? You asked. 

Not important, he said as he tried to get you to lie down. Let’s sleep, ok ? I want to cuddle. 

Marshall…

He turned and looked at you. You were fully awake and staring at him with a stern look on your face. 

You’re not going to let this go, are you ? He asked. 

Do you even have to ask ? 

Probably not, he mumbled. Well, you might as well know… I went to talk to Tracy. 

You couldn’t help but chortle nervously. Why on earth would he visit another woman’s hotel room in the middle of the night, right after you had a conversation about his recent sexual encounter with her ? As much as you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, it was hard. You knew better than to stereotype, of course, but your boyfriend was literally a superstar rapper on tour with women throwing themselves at him. You wanted to believe all the lovely things he said to you, the love words he whispered in your ear, but it was hard. And even though you had no right to be upset about it, the image of Tracy kissing him and throwing herself at him in a hotel room in London was imprinted in your brain. The idea that he visited her in the middle of the night, while you were asleep and expecting to wake up in his arms was a painful one. 

You’ve got to be kidding me, you said. 

Babe, don’t get mad, he said. 

Why would I get mad ? You asked sarcastically. You have every right to go and see another woman in the middle of the night. Especially when she was eager to get on her knees two nights ago. 

Well, I do have a right to, he pointed out calmly. 

You glared at him. The fact that he was right did not matter in the moment. That was not what you wanted to hear. All you wanted was for him to tell you nothing happened between them and that soon, she would be gone forever. Actually, no. What you actually wanted was for nothing to ever had happened between the two of them, no matter how irrational that was. You knew that Marshall had a past. After all, it came with the territory of being with someone older. His sentimental life had begun way before you were even born, so you couldn’t expect to be the first woman he ever dated. When you were first together, you had never really felt threatened by another woman. In fact, you had always felt pretty secure, even though your relationship was a secret. But now, it was different. Because for all you knew, he was always surrounded by women. It wasn’t just him and studio personnel anymore. He had a whole team surrounding him everywhere he went. A team that included a woman he had dated and slept with. You had absolutely no right to be, but you were jealous. It was very new to you, not only in this relationship, but also in general. It was very much out of character for you and yet, it was very real. 

Whatever, you said coldly as you got up. 

Where are you going ? He asked. 

On the couch. 

Y/N, you can’t be serious, he said. Nothing happened with Tracy. We just talked. 

How am I supposed to know that ?! You blurted out. And how am I supposed to believe that ? It’s the middle of the night, we just got back together and you went to see another woman in her hotel room. And not just any woman, by the way. Your fucking ex, that you almost slept with 48 hours ago. How can I not be insecure about that ? She's a woman you have a past with, she knows you better than I do and, more importantly, you care enough about her to leave me in the middle of the night. You left me for her, Marshall. 

By the end of your speech, you were in tears. These were tears of sadness and frustration. But most of all, these were tears of fright : you were frightened by the idea that he would leave you for her, or any other woman who threw herself at him, for that matter. Back when you were in Detroit, even though you knew he was a celebrity, the notion of him having options with other women was vague. Of course he was attractive and a catch, there was no doubt about that, but he had never shown too much interest in anyone other than you, apart from Nicole, but that was before you actually dated. Marshall pulled you in for a hug and you let him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he stroked your hair and traced circles on your skin. 

Don’t cry, my love, he said softly. I’m sorry I didn’t see things from your perspective. I went to see her because she asked me if we could finish our conversation. I didn’t leave you for her. I only went there because I wanted to get it over with, and because I see her as a friend. 

What conversation ? You asked as you sniffled. 

The one we were having in the corridor before you heard us, he said. The one about you. 

Oh, you said sheepishly. Why did she want to talk about me anyway ? 

He looked at you and took your hand in his. It felt like he was about to give you some horrible news. 

Well, he said, she was a bit surprised that I suddenly had a girlfriend. Especially one I quickly introduced to everyone when almost no one on the team knew about it in the first place. She was a bit confused about what happened between us two days ago, too. So she had a few questions and I answered them. 

What did you tell her ? You asked. 

The truth, he shrugged. I told her that I’ve been in love with you for ages and that we just got back together. And that the reason why I am introducing you to people is because things are serious between us. I don’t have anything to hide here. 

Why does she care anyway ? You groaned. 

Because she’s on my team and she’s known me forever, so she knows it’s a bit uncommon for me to act like this, he said. But she also told me that, before knowing I was with you, she was hoping that we could give our relationship another try. 

What did you say ? You asked nervously. 

I was honest, he shrugged. I told her I don’t see her like that anymore and that I’m sorry she got her hopes up. I also told her that it would be best if she could figure out how she feels while I’m on vacation. You know, she’s a friend and I like having her to assist me because she does a great job. But if she thinks it’s going to be too hard, we’ll have to figure out something. Obviously I wouldn’t fire her over potential feelings she may have for me, but I don’t want the situation to get weird. It would make everyone’s job and life difficult. So anyway, I told her to take a bit of time off and we’ll see how it goes when I get back to work. 

You nodded. He was obviously clear-headed and reasonable. Some shameful part of you wanted him to fire Tracy, or at least for her to disappear, but you knew it wasn’t a reasonable nor a realistic expectation. You also appreciated the kindness he showed. He cupped your cheek and smiled softly. 

You don’t have to worry about anything, baby, he said. I mean, I understand the worry, obviously. But I want you to know that you are my priority. 

I know, you said. I mean, I believe you, but all these thoughts… they’re hitting me all of a sudden, you know ? And I usually hate jealousy in relationships, but I swear, imagining you with her, it breaks my heart, Marshall… 

I get it, he said. I can’t blame you. I would probably feel the same way, if the situation was reversed. Or worse, if I’m honest. So I understand. But I’ll say it again and I’ll repeat it until it’s engraved in your brain : you are my one and only. And I’m sorry I left. But I’m also glad I did. At least the situation is clearer now. In a few hours, Tracy will be gone and it will be just us. 

Ok, you said softly. Thank you for understanding… I think it’s overwhelming. It’s a lot in very little time, you know ? 

It is, he nodded. If I’m honest, I think I might need some rest after all these emotions. How about we spend the day in bed ? Just the two of us. No phones, no one around… just me, you, some movies and maybe food ? 

I’d like that, you said. I missed cuddling with you. 

Me too, he said with a smile. You have no idea. 

You smiled and he pulled you to him for a warm embrace, whispering sweet love words in your ear. 

I am yours, Y/N, he said softly. Yours only. 

I’m yours too, you replied as you nuzzled his neck. 

Now, will my beautiful girl allow me to go to sleep ? He asked with a grin.

You nodded and he wasted no time imprisoning you in his arms, pulling the cover over your bodies. Your limbs were tangled together and he whispered to you how much you meant to him, how happy he was to have you back in his arms. You fell asleep a bit reassured. 

You spent the next day following Marshall’s plans : you did absolutely nothing except lounging in bed, cuddling and watching movies. Apparently, touring had exhausted him and he needed the rest. You had also turned off your phones, so as not to be bothered. This allowed you to get reacquainted with each other’s presence. You were in a little bubble, just the two of you. It almost felt as if you had never broken up : you were back to talking about anything, making silly jokes… You talked about everything, catching on each other’s life and Marshall brought up the topic of your future. 

So, what are your plans for after our vacation ? He asked as he played with your fingers. 

I don’t know, you said honestly. I’ll keep the job search going, I guess. 

Have you sent out a lot of applications ? He asked. 

Tons, you said. But the job market in France is shit right now, especially in my field, so…. I guess I’ll have to keep hearing my father tell me that I’m a complete and utter failure for a while. 

You don’t have to, he pointed out. 

Well, I’m living with him, so… 

You could always move somewhere else, he shrugged. 

I’d need a stable job first, you said. Housing market is a nightmare in Paris and my savings would not be enough to convince a landlord. 

You don’t get what I’m hinting at, don’t you ? He asked. 

It was true : you had absolutely no idea. To be fair, he wasn’t helping much. It was also a bit frustrating to have him tell you you should just move out of your Dad’s apartment. As if it were that simple. You didn’t take any pleasure in being almost 28 and living in your childhood bedroom. Obviously, if you’d been able to afford living on your own, you would have done that long ago. But with no job prospects, it was hard. 

What are you hinting at exactly ? You asked. 

You told me you’re not really happy in France, he said. Why don’t you come back to the US ? 

It’s true that I might have better opportunities, you said. That being said… the housing issue still stands. At least while I search for a job. And I can’t ask Tay and Jamal. They would probably say yes, but I’ve already lived with them rent-free for about a year. 

Someone else, then, he suggested.  

I don’t want to bother anyone, you said. I’m not some type of freeloader who expects favors… 

For fuck’s sake, babe, I’m suggesting that you move in with me, he said. Aren’t doctors supposed to be smart or something ? 

You stared at him in shock. Was he seriously asking you to move in with him, merely 48 hours after getting back together ? He was speaking matter-of-factly, as if it were no big deal and he had simply made dinner suggestions. 

Are you serious ? You asked carefully. 

Yeah, he shrugged. 

It hasn’t even been three days, Marshall, you pointed out. 

It’s not like we just met, he replied. Before you left, you had most of your stuff at my place and we slept together every night. We were practically living together, babe. 

I guess, you said. But it’s still different… 

How so ? He asked. The only thing that would change would be your name on the mailbox. 

Not really, you pointed out. What if we have a fight ? Or if we simply don’t get along ? 

Why wouldn’t we get along ? He scoffed. We’ve always gotten along, baby. There’s literally no reason why it would change. And if we have a fight… Well every couple fights, you know ? It’s bound to happen at one point or another. What I’m really saying is that I’m in love with you and I want to live with you. 

But… why ? You asked, still flabbergasted. 

Why do people ever live together ? He asked. I’ve seen what my life looks like with you in and out of it and I know for a fact that I’m happier when you’re with me. Why wouldn’t I want to live with you ? Why wouldn’t I want to wake up next to the woman I love every morning, fall asleep with her in my arms every night and experience every day with her ? 

But it’s such a big move, you said. 

It is, he agreed. But it’s also very simple. In life, you have to do what makes you happy, right ? And I know being with you is what makes me happy. What do you think, baby ? 

I don’t know, you said honestly.  When you put it like that, it’s really tempting, but… That’s a big step to take, should we really do that on impulse ? 

My best choices were made on impulse, he grinned. First rap battle ? Impulse. Keeping Hailie when Kim got pregnant and we were broke ? Impulse. Signing 50 ? Impulse. Adopting Stevie when I got back with Kim and she was pregnant with another dude’s child ? Impulse. Deciding to be with you after months of thinking it was a bad idea ? Impulse. The list goes on. 

He was staring at you with a smile, holding your hand in his. You weren’t too sure what to think. He was the love of your life. Of course you wanted to live with him. However, a small part of your brain was telling you it was unreasonable. 

So ? What do you say ? He asked. 

I kind of want to say yes, you admitted with a shy smile. 

Say yes, then, he said with a smile. Please say yes. 

Can I just say maybe for now ? And have some time to think about it ? You asked. 

We have a couple of weeks together before I have to fly home to Detroit, he said. Just enough time for me to convince you to come with me. 

I didn’t say I needed convincing, you chuckled. I said I needed to think about it. 

But you know I relish a challenge, he smirked. 

You giggled and kissed him. He whispered sweet words in your ear, promising to make you happy if you said yes. You loved how sweet and soft he was when he was with you. Suddenly, a few questions popped into your head : how many women had he lived with ? Did he move in as fast with them ? How about Tracy ? Had she lived with him ? In all the time you’d known him, he had only mentioned Kim. But he wasn’t really one to spill when it came to his personal life.   

Can I ask you a question ? You asked. 

Of course, he said. What about ? 

About moving in together.

Please do, he said with a boyish grin. Anything to make you agree. 

Have you lived with ahem… a lot of people ? You asked, embarrassed. 

And by people, you mean women, right ? He asked back, with a raised eyebrow. 

Well… hum… yes, you admitted. 

I guess we sort of have to do this, if we’re ever gonna move in together, he mumbled. 

Do what ? 

The inventory of past relationships, he explained. 

You know all about mine, you pointed out. You, on the other hand, never talk about yours… 

True, he shrugged. I hate talking about my personal life. When it’s ongoing, I consider things to be private, and when it’s over, I don’t really see why I should talk about it. Anyway, to go back to your question, I haven’t lived with a lot of women. 

Meaning ? You asked. 

Meaning I’ve only ever lived with Kim, he said. 

Really ? You asked in shock. 

Really, he said with a smile. When we got divorced, I was 34, with 3 kids. So I felt like I needed some time to myself. Then, I got sober so I focused on getting better. And then, I dated for a bit, but I didn’t really want to bring another woman in the house while the girls were growing up.  I mean, I introduced some of them to my family, but as far as actually moving in together ? No. So… you’re not one in a thousand, Y/N. 

I wasn’t saying that, you sheepishly defended yourself. 

You were, he chuckled. But that’s ok. I get that it can be a little scary. Just so you know, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t dated tons of women, you know ? 

Just slept with a lot of them ? You joked. 

Basically, yeah, he said with a laugh. 

Can I ask about that ? You asked, feeling suddenly curious. 

I guess, he chuckled. 

How many women have you slept with ? 

No idea, he shrugged. A lot, I guess. Though I can tell you the number is definitely not as high as what people can expect. 

Really ? You asked in disbelief.

Yeah, he said with a smile. I mean, there was a point in my life when I wanted to get all the pussy I could, for sure, but it was short-lived. Most of the stuff happened on tour but I wasn’t fucking groupies every night for ten years, you know ? Also, drugs kind of ruined my sex life for a while. And my perspective on that shifted when I started recovery and got older anyway. 

You nodded in understanding and he told you more about sex and recovery, how hard it had been for him, as well as his physical insecurities due to the weight he had put on when he was using, not to mention the ones due to his fame and status, which made having a dating life challenging. He also opened up about his regrets regarding his past meaningless sexual encounters. 

Most of the time, it was bad, he said. A lot of the time, drugs or alcohol were involved and I don’t remember much, but I’d say my performances were subpar. Plus, I didn’t really care about the girls I was with. It was just for the sake of it, because I had the opportunity, you know ? 

So you don’t miss it ? You asked. 

Nope, he shrugged. And even if I did, I wouldn’t hook up with anyone like I did before. Last thing I need is for a girl to hop on social media and describe our one night stand. 

Hence the social media clause in the NDA ? You mused. 

Kind of, he chuckled. I mean, I’m no stranger to people spilling details about me and how it’s like to be with me. Kim even did that on TV and radio. But with social media, there’s more risk, you know ? 

She did that ?! You asked surprised. 

Oh yeah, he said with a grin. She commented on our relationship and even our sex life. That shit was wild. 

You must have been livid, you pointed out. 

Oddly enough, not so much, he chuckled. If anyone else had done it, I would have lost my shit. But with Kim, it was eye for eye. I mean, you’ve heard my songs. 

I have, you said. 

So you know I’m not innocent either, he simply said. 

I guess, you replied. 

It’ll never be like that with us, you know ? He said. I understand all the questions and shit. But I want you to know that with you it’s different. On so many levels. And anyone who knows me would tell you it takes someone really special for me to fall in love, let alone considering living with someone. 

Were you in love with Tracy ? You couldn’t help but ask. 

He paused and looked at you. He stayed silent for a few seconds. 

I’m not sure, he sighed. I loved her, but I don’t think I was in love with her. 

Really ? You asked. 

As I told you, I wasn’t available, emotionally speaking, he explained. That being said, Tracy has always been a great presence in my life, especially when we were dating, and I will always have affection for her. 

You couldn’t help but groan. That was not what you wanted to hear.

I could have done without hearing that, you pointed out as you rolled your eyes. 

I thought we were being honest, he said with a smile. If you want the truth, you get it. I’m not going to coddle you. Look… I get what’s on your mind right now, babe. I know that you have it out for Tracy, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. So I understand that you don’t like hearing that I care about her. But I’d rather be honest with you. 

I know, you said. And I know I shouldn’t care as much, but while we’re being honest… I wouldn’t mind if she fell down the stairs or tripped on a Lego every morning for the rest of her life. 

He couldn’t help but chortle. He pulled you closer and kissed you softly. 

I guess I’d feel this way too, he chuckled. But I hope the two of you can be civil if you run into each other. Not going to lie, it would make my life easier. 

Of course, you said. But until then, I’ll just quietly despise her. 

You’re impossible, he said with a smile. 

Shall I remind you of Josh ? You asked as you gave him a side-eye. 

I have no idea what you’re talking about, he said with a feigned innocent expression. 

I could pull all the shit you did to Josh on Tracy, you said with a smile. 

Don’t, he said as he shook his head. Mind you, I stopped once you were mine. And I’m already yours. So, you can and should behave. 

Make me, you said teasingly. 

Without a second of hesitation, he pinned you to the bed with a grin and started to tickle you. You did your best to fight back but you had no chance. You resorted to the only tools at your disposal : bargaining and trying to charm him. Begging didn’t work but batting your eyelashes and spilling kisses all over his face did. It quickly turned into a make out session, with you grinding on top of him. You could feel his hard on through his sweatpants. You weren’t wearing much - panties and one of his tee-shirts - and the friction of your bodies was turning you into a horny mess. You mentally slapped yourself for going off the pill. If you hadn’t, you could have him ravish you in every corner of the room. You were kissing sloppily, moaning and unable to keep your hands off each other. You felt high on your desire for him. You didn’t simply want him - you craved his touch, you needed it. Your mind wouldn’t let go of the thought until the craving was satisfied. You removed his tee-shirt and got to admire his perfect chest. He seemed chiseled in marble, muscular in a noticeable yet not too obvious way. Everything about him was to die for, from his body to his face to his piercing blue gaze that you swore could see right through your soul. This had you wondering if he could see how much you were burning for him ? How longing were you to be his ? There was also some territorial aspect to your desire : you wanted him to be yours. No one else’s. His fingers were digging in your skin through the fabric of the tee-shirt you were wearing while your kisses became more and more ardent. As you kept on grinding on him, you started to whimper. You seemed lost in some sort of trance, blinded by desire. 

However, you came back to your senses as you heard banging on the door. Both of you stopped moving and looked at each other with raised eyebrows. It was late in the night and dinner had been delivered hours ago. 

Ignore it, Marshall said. 

Aren’t you curious ? You asked. 

It’s probably Paul or someone from my team, he shrugged. Whatever it is, I’m not letting it distract me from this. 

He kissed you again and started to let his hands wander underneath your tee-shirt, finding your breast. The banging continued but you proceeded to ignore it, focusing only on each other. The world could wait. Bangs on the door got louder and louder and Marshall groaned into the kiss. 

I’m going to tell Paul to fuck off, he said as he got up from the bed, not even taking the time to put on a tee-shirt. 

You laid down as he left the bedroom, waiting for him to come back so you could resume. You heard him open the door. 

Yo what th-

Eeeew. Not what I wanted to see, you heard Talia say. 

Hey, Marshall said. Do you guys know what time it is ? 

I know, she giggled. But it’s an emergency, I need to see Y/N. 

I’ll get her to come to your room later, alright ? He said. Not to be rude, guys but-

CODE WHITE. I REPEAT. WE HAVE A CODE WHITE. 

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew what that meant. You had been waiting for this moment forever. In no time, you were out of the bed and on your feet, running through the suite, almost jumping over furniture to take Talia in your arms. Code white only meant one thing : WEDDING. You pushed Marshall out of the way and engulfed Talia into a hug as you shrieked. 

Oh my God ! You said. 

I’M ENGAGED !!! Talia yelled. 

The two of you were jumping around and doing some silly little dance. You couldn’t believe that your best friends were getting married. You also took Jamal in your arms. He was way quieter than Talia, which wasn’t too surprising. Your best friend put her hand out for you to admire her ring and, unsurprisingly, it was gorgeous : It was a huge diamond, princess cut with a halo, on a yellow gold band. Definitely over the top, but very Talia-esque and befitting for the wife to be of a beatmaker and producer whose latest work had gone platinum. 

You’re going to poke someone’s eye with that thing, Marshall said with a grin before hugging the both of them. Congratulations guys. 

I DON’T CARE ! I’M ENGAGED. I’M GONNA BE A BRIDE ! Talia screamed. 

Why don’t you scream louder ? Marshall asked sarcastically. I think someone on the other side of town hasn’t heard you quite right… 

I’M EN-

Oh my God, shut up ! You giggled as you put your hand over her mouth. 

Sorry, Jamal said with a grin. My beautiful bride-to-be would not wait until morning to tell you guys. Hope we didn’t wake you guys… 

Who cares ? Talia asked. We’re getting married !!! 

Are you drunk ? You giggled. 

She might have had a bit too much champagne, Jamal chuckled. Did we wake you up ? 

I see that. Don’t worry, we were awake, Marshall said as he rolled his eyes. 

I want to know everything !!! You said. How did you propose ?! 

We’ll tell you everything as long as you guys put some clothes on. For the love of God, have some decency, Jamal chuckled. 

It’s past midnight and you come banging on my door like there’s a fire or something, Marshall groaned. You don’t get to complain about what we’re wearing. 

We tried to call you guys a hundred times, Talia pointed out. 

It was a no-phone day, Marshall shrugged. 

You chuckled and the both of you went to put on more clothes. As soon as you got back, you urged your friends to tell you everything about their engagement. You were over the moon for them. They had been together for nearly six years and they formed the most perfect couple you knew. 

It happened tonight after dinner. Jamal took me to this really fancy restaurant, and then we went for a walk and a beautiful private canal cruise under the moonlight and… that’s where he popped the question !!! 

When Hailie called us to ask us if we’d fly to Europe for Em’s birthday, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity, Jamal said with a smile. It was about time I asked for her hand anyway. 

You smiled at them. They were over the moon, glowing with happiness and they deserved every minute of it. They were your very best friends in the world after all. 

Since you guys are up… I guess we can ask them, babe ? Jamal asked Talia. 

Oh yes, great idea. Guys… we have favors to ask of you, she said. 

Oh that can’t be good, Marshall said sarcastically. 

Shut up, roomie, she said to him. 

What my fiancée is trying to say is that… we’re gonna need people by our side. And we’d love it if you guys accepted to be respectively my best man and her maid of honor ? Jamal said. 

Of course, Man, Marshall said with a smile. Happy to. 

I’d love nothing more, you said as you hugged them, tears of joy in your eyes. 

And there’s another thing…, Talia added. Y/N… we’d love nothing more than for you to officiate the wedding. You’ve lived with us for almost a year, you are our best friend, you have a way with words like no one else - no offense Em but we don’t need you rapping here -  and you are the most loving and romantic person we know. Will you do us the honor of actually getting us married ? 

Oh my goodness, yes, you said, crying. Of course guys. 

You sniffled and had to grab a tissue as you were bawling with happiness. 

You know you’re not the one being proposed to, right ? Jamal asked ironically. 

I know but… I love you guys so much and I am so honored and… you know how I love love and weddings, right ? 

He nodded and hugged you as Marshall chuckled. 

I can’t wait to start planning, Talia said, overjoyed. I have so many ideas. 

Babe, let them sleep, we’ll talk about that later, her fiancé said. 

Let her get it out of her system now or you’ll regret it for the whole planning process, Marshall said to him. Two weddings, trust me, he added with a grin. Can I see you in the other room for a sec ? I have something to ask you ? 

Everyone looked at him intrigued but they went and talked, as Talia started listing her ideas - all over the place. One thing was for sure - it was going to be a very fancy and expensive wedding, by the looks of it. At that rate, the new album better go Diamond and Jamal should work even harder. As the perfect maid of honour, you made sure to note every idea, from flowers to music, to food and decoration items. 

The guys came back a couple of minutes later and Jamal managed to convince his tipsy future wife to go to bed.

What was that about ? You asked with curiosity as you closed the door on your friends. 

Nothing, he shrugged with a smile. Boy stuff. 

Mmmmh, you said conspicuously. Best man stuff ? 

Bro stuff, he chuckled. Nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough. 

I can’t believe they’re finally getting married, you said with emotion. 

So, you like weddings, huh ? He chuckled. Getting all teary-eyes and stuff… 

Shut up, you said shyly. I know how you feel about weddings and that you hate that stuff, but there’s something about it. The whole happiness, dressing up, celebrating love, you know ? 

Yeah, no, I see the point, he shrugged. I just think it’s a lot of unnecessary spending and planning for nothing. I get why people would want to get married, but the truth is, most people don’t get married for the right reasons. I know I didn’t, both times. And if you truly love someone, you don’t need a piece of paper, a poofy dress and an overpriced cake in order to grow old and happy with them. 

Makes sense, you said. But I know that Talia and Jamal are the real deal. They’re made for each other and they’re doing it for the right reasons. 

I agree, he said with a smile. After living with them for a short while, I can tell they’re the perfect couple. That made my life miserable, by the way. I was grieving our relationship and I had to watch them. Definitely made me bitter. 

I get that, you chuckled. 

You were interrupted by a discreet knock on the door. 

I’ll get it, Marshall said. Go to the bedroom, I won’t be long. 

Sure ? 

Yes, he said before kissing you. 

You shrugged and did as he said. You were getting under the covers when he came back to the bedroom, a pack of condoms in hand and a shit-eating grin on his face. 

You asked Jamal for rubbers ?! You asked with a laugh. 

I’m his best man, not to mention his boss, that’s the least he could do, right ? 

You chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss. 

I hope they kept a few, you giggled. Because they are about to have so much engagement sex. 

I don’t give a fuck, Marshall chuckled. But we are about to have so much “best man/maid of honor” sex. You like wedding traditions ? I’ll give you wedding traditions, babe. 

You laughed but, in the end, he was right. You did spend the rest of the night making love, in every corner of the penthouse and in every position. Screw Paris, Amsterdam was definitely the most romantic city in the world, and the sexiest, too. 

The next day, you embarked on the impromptu family vacation Alaina and her sisters planned at the last minute. Ten days visiting a few cities in Europe, as you were joined by Alaina’s husband, Hailie’s fiancé and Stevie’s boyfriend. You also had two security people with you. You started by visiting Milan and then Madrid, before ending up in Paris. It was extremely chill and relaxing, in spite of the fact that there were a lot of you. You also got to spend some romantic moments with Marshall, walking hand in hand in the cities, usually late at night so that you wouldn’t be spotted too easily. Whenever it was just the two of you, you were all over each other, kissing and hugging. At the hotels you stayed at, he made sure to have your favorite flowers delivered to the room, as well as your favorite snacks. He was adorable and attentionate, always making sure you were alright.  One thing made the vacation less enjoyable though : the presence of paparazzi. Amsterdam, Milan and Madrid were fine, but for some reason, people found out about Marshall’s presence in Paris, which made him unable to get out of the hotel. It was the girls’ last night before they boarded the jet and got back to Detroit the next day with their significant others, while Marshall would stay with you for a few more days. You were resting in your suite while the others were shopping and sightseeing. 

I’m sorry you can’t enjoy Paris, you said sheepishly. 

It’s fine, he shrugged. I’ve been here a few times already. At least the girls get to enjoy it. I gave them my credit card for some shopping to make up for my absence, so I think they’ll be just fine. 

What a thoughtful Dad you are, you chuckled. 

Oh, I might regret it, he grinned. They did mention something about Chanel… Anyway, speaking of Dad stuff… Have you thought about moving in with me ? Because if it’s happening, I’d like to tell them beforehand. 

I have, you said with an enigmatic smile. 

So ? He asked. What do you say ? 

Yes, you said. I’ll move in with you. On a few conditions, though. 

Anything you want, my love, he said in excitement before kissing you. 

I want your daughters to agree to it, you said. They grew up in this house and I want to make sure they’re comfortable with the idea of me living there. 

Understandable, Marshall said. Thank you for being so thoughtful about it. Anything else ? 

If they agree to it, I have two other conditions, you continued. First, I want to contribute. 

Absolutely not, he said sternly. You’re my girlfriend, not my roommate. I’m not having you pay rent. I don’t even have a mortgage, so that would be pretty stupid.

Then at least half of the utilities and groceries ? I’m not a freeloader, you said. 

We’ll see about that, he sighed. I hate the idea, though. I’m your boyfriend, why don’t you let me take care of you ? 

You already take care of me, you don’t have to pay my way, Marshall, you explained. 

It’s not paying your way, he said as he rolled his eyes. But you’re my girlfriend and you deserve to be treated like a princess. Call me old fashioned, but I’m the guy, it’s my job to take care of that stuff. If you have money, keep it to yourself. 

That’s adorable, you said. But it’s your house. I want to feel like I have a right to be there. I want to feel like I have a place. Not that I’m just living with you, you know ? 

Makes sense, he sighed. We’ll see. But only when you have a job and you can actually afford it, ok ? 

Fine. But I have another condition. 

Which is ? 

I’d like to have one of the guest rooms, you said. 

He scoffed and let out a small laugh, as if you had told some sort of hilarious joke. However, you were more than serious : you were about to agree to moving into his house. The same one he had lived in for more than twenty years. You didn’t mind and you knew how much this place meant to him, but you wanted to have a small corner you could claim as yours. 

We’re not sleeping in separate bedrooms, he said. 

I’m not saying that, you clarified. But I would like a space of my own. 

Babe, it’s a big-ass house and there’s only two of us, if you need space, you’ll get it, he shrugged. 

I really think I would feel more at ease, you said. Otherwise, I’ll always feel like a guest. I’m not asking for much, I’m not asking you to redecorate or anything. Just a small corner for some books, a chair and a blanket ? 

Alright, he sighed. I do want you to feel at home. Just so you know, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to redecorate. I mean, some things, I’m attached to, but I’m not opposed to the idea of updating some parts of the house. 

I think your house is just fine, you shrugged. But thank you. 

Is that it ? He asked. That’s all you’re asking for ? 

That’s all, you confirmed. 

I can roll with that, he said with a smile. 

He took you in his arms and kissed your forehead. He rested his chin on the top of your head, smiling. 

We’re going to live together, he said in a happy voice. 

We are, you chuckled. Only if your daughters agree to it, though. 

Well, I’ll ask them over dinner tonight, he said. But I’m sure they will agree. And in three days… We’ll be home. 

I might need more time, though, you pointed out. To pack. I don’t own a lot of stuff, but I don’t want to leave in a hurry. You can take your flight home and I can join you in a few days, maybe a week ? 

Mmmmh. I guess, he said in an annoyed voice. But you’ll come, right ? 

Yes, you chuckled. If the girls agree, I’ll come. But you might want to enjoy the alone time. You’ll be stuck with me, afterwards. 

That’s kind of the point, he said with a smile. I want to be stuck with you. I even have fantasies of a zombie apocalypse erupting so that I can have a legitimate excuse to retreat in the house with you. 

You giggled and kissed him softly. You had done some thinking and you actually liked the idea of living with him. Getting back together had been a dream and you would absolutely love waking up next to him every morning. You were so in love with him, it was all you wanted. Plus, his place was so great that you would be stupid to turn down the opportunity. 

So… I have sort of… Taken some steps, already, you confessed. In case we do move in together. 

Really ? He asked with a smile. What steps exactly ? 

I told my Dad that I was considering moving back to Detroit, you said. 

Oh. Cool. What did he say ? He asked. 

He asked why, you explained. So, I told him that I wanted to try and get more job opportunities, and that I was in a relationship and wanted to move in with you. 

Did he take it well ? He asked. 

Pretty well. But now he… sort of wants to meet you, you said awkwardly. 

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You were scared of his reaction, as the prospect of him meeting your father wasn’t the most rejoicing to you, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

He wants to meet me ? He asked with a smile. 

Yeah, you said. I mean… He said it was important, if I were to actually move in with you. 

I guess he’s right, Marshall shrugged. I mean… You’ve met my family, so it’s only fair that I meet yours. Guess it’s pretty lucky we’re in Paris. 

You don’t mind ? You asked nervously. 

Of course not, he said with a smile. I asked you to move in with me. That’s a pretty big step and I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing, you know ? Plus, if one of my daughters told me they were moving in with a boyfriend I’ve never met… I’d insist on meeting them too. 

Ok, you said nervously. I guess you’re going to meet my father, then. 

The idea of having your Dad and Marshall together in the same room was making you nervous, but you figured that it would be fine. Awkward, but fine. Marshall seemed so relaxed and casual about it that, suddenly, you thought you were making a big deal out of it for no reason. However, you were about to be proven wrong. Little did you know that you were about to lose the most important man in your life.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #recovery fanfiction #marshall mathers imagine

[skyeblue8]

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬)

Whether or not you're all familiar with the Webcomic, Lore Olympus is an award-winning comic created by Rachel Smythe that's essentially about a modern retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth with various other Gods and references in it, and what not. And, assuming you have a critical eye when it comes to writing, it's has become wildly disliked and even hated by a lot of critics and former fans due to the butchering of myths and gods (and a religion), unlikeable characters, poor character design, poorer handling of sensitive topics like SA and racism, and overall the author's inability to listen and take critism that would've helped her improve.

The reason I bring this up at all is because I have the nagging fear that Helluva Boss and, by extension, Hazbin Hotel, are going to be doomed to fall into the same pit of failure as Lore Olympus is, mainly due to a nagging pattern that I've noticed between the two:

The Writers. The two are relatively close in age and, in my opinion, immaturity in writing as evidenced by the various plot inconsistencies, character treatment and development, and poor world-building established in both media. On top of that, however, both have a significantly bad reception to criticism of their work in any way, shape, or form. We've seen this before in how Viv herself states that she's been told that she can't take criticism well since she was 17.

Now, it's one thing to have these claims as a teenager, it's another to have them as a fully grown adult and not learn to mature past this issue by now. The number one issue with ignoring criticism for so long, especially in your very popular work, is that eventually, it's going to show. Sooner or later, many of your fans, regardless of how they felt about your work prior, are gonna notice small flaws that gradually become bigger and more glaring the longer they are ignored.

Time and time again, this issue has arisen in Rachel Smythe's work, both in design:

As well as writing...

Speaking of which, I'm beginning to see a similarity in their writing issues in the fact that, evidently, neither creator had/has any set plan for how their stories are gonna be told. Readers of LO have seen that from the frequent additions of various, random plots with the previously established plots having not been concluded in a meaningful or tactful way, and we see this with Vivzie and Season 2.

Going off this, both Vivzie and Smythe show blatant favoritism towards their main characters or love interests that prevent other characters from having their own development (i.e., Millie), as well as keeps the main couple from having any sort of flaws that the audience would perceive as truly bad, thus removing any nuance to them.

We see this in Persephone and her character:

And we see the same with Stolas and Blitzo, mainly in regards to Stolas' past and situation with Stella, as well as Blitzø's own past as we're made to constantly feel bad for him despite him not being the victim. It's made worse since we've yet to know what he did to every single person he's wronged, but, for that, I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt until we see more of Season 2.

Lastly, and probably the most glaring thing for me, both Smythe and Vivize take inspiration from real-world religions (RS –> Greek Polytheism; Vivzie –> Christianity/Demonology). These religions are both widespread in their popularity and, thus, are important to millions around the world. Because of this, both should surely have a sense of obligation to not bastardize the stories and characters they referenced in their work and/or should make their likeness relatively similar to their original works so others who know of it are familiar with the characters.

Both creators have failed to do so at some point in time and have gone so far as to push the blame on their audience rather than admit fault and work to improve.

Viv with Beelezbub

And Smythe with Persephone and the other gods/Goddesses:

Worst yet, both use social media as a means of weaponizing their fanbase against those who have a few critiques about each work of media. Now, what I can say for Viv is that the severity of these issues hasn't fully hit her yet, whereas Smythe, despite her awards, is feeling the brunt of her poor writing choices from former fans and readers. While Helluva Boss is more new and doesn't hold as much overwhelming significance to me, I've been with Hazbin Hotel since the beginning before the pilot even aired.

It's because of this that my greatest concern is that if Viv doesn't start seeing through these issues within Helluva Boss and, really, herself, then both shows may be doomed to fail, without Hazbin airing in its entirety. Worse yet, it would be a major blow for fellow indie creators who look up to her as an inspiration, so I really hope she doesn't reach RS's level of infamy in her work. 🙏

*PS: For a better Lore Olympus's viewing experience, I recommend this:

#helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel critique #anti lo #Youtube #anti vivziepop #anti lore olympus

[velvetcloxds]

Can you do a Edward Cullen x sad reader where the reader is sad about her grades and also has a crush on Edward and is very shy to ask him for help but Edward notices is it and comforts the reader

WALLOWING CLUB | E.C.

word count: 1.4k (stop I'm embarrassed)

warnings: I got carried away. I'm in love with him. I'm sorry kjnfe

The Forks High School library was a very small little room in the heart of the school, barely visited by many students if any, but it was a little solace for you- you'd spend your breaks studying and snacking between the stacks, hardly ever hearing the school bell until Laura, the lovely old librarian would call you out from your hiding place to return to the war grounds of small-town high school hallways.

You'd been studying hard this term, with senior year approaching a torturous end, you'd been trying to work yourself either to death or to college, whichever came first, which is why receiving a bad grade right before a long weekend was the last thing you needed. You didn't allow yourself many breaks, it was a given that there wasn't time for that with how much you had to do, but you'd reached a silent agreement with yourself that you'd take the weekend off if your grades came back good enough, now it looked like you'd booked yourself another date with your desk and chemistry book. Since your weekend was booked, you allowed yourself a little time to breathe, to wallow in your sadness as you took another potato crisp into your mouth, looking up at the door as you waited for the other member of the wallowing club to join you.

Edward Cullen, your library friend, or so you'd dubbed him as you never spoke outside of these four book-pasted walls- he was very fond of a regular wallowing session himself, not that you thought he had all that much to wallow about being the talk of the school, and the town for that matter, but the club wasn't one you considered exclusive. You spoke very casually, which you assumed was something he wasn't all that used to, everyone approached him like he was some sort of deity, blessing them with his presence- you hardly blamed them, to be fair, he was ethereal in all the dept of the word, far too attractive for a school so dreadfully ordinary and you knew he was intelligent, in a way that ought to make you feel inferior had he not tried so very hard to do anything but that. You had no doubt that was he to have met you anywhere else, you'd have made a right fool of yourself, but he found you with your guard down, in your safe place, and as a result, you'd managed to ease into your crush on him, far too easily letting him charm you, but who were you to fight him on making you swoon.

"That's not a real meal," the smooth, intoxicating voice declared very calmly as he walked towards you, giving you a very knowing look of disapproval as he sat down next to you, porcelain hand sliding a plastic-wrapped sandwich onto your lap.

"Don't start with me, Cullen," you pouted, already handing him your half-eaten bag, not missing the way his eyes twinkled with amusement, a familiar notion of being around you, or so you'd learned after far too many lunch breaks spent alone together. "I've already had a day, don't want to have to argue with you about the very many nutritional benefits of potatoes, " you wouldn't dare bring that up, arguments always leaned in his favor and you knew he was right, humming in soft satisfaction at the first bite of the white bread sandwich.

"A day?" a simple demand for more, the way he looked you over, showing that he was clearly trying to determine whether this was a mundane-sized problem or an end-of-the-world-sized one, though he knew it was always the first.

"I got my test back," you admitted, covering your mouth with a hand to hide your next bite, chewing quickly as you reached into your bag to pull out the culprit. "Really thought I'd do better, to be honest," you felt shy, sharing was a rather new thing for you, especially sharing with him, he appeared all but perfect after all and he seemed to be good at everything, so admitting to your faults was strange, it was less embarrassing and more revealing, baring yourself to him, it made your talks real, more.

"You did your best, no?" he knew you did, also knew how hard you studied, how he couldn't read anything but useless facts from your head for weeks, very rudely robbing him of the advantage he had over you, not that he used it often- his gift. But you were an odd soul to read, never showing him what you felt, never telling him what you thought, it was both infuriating and exciting, trying to figure you out. You nodded lightly, though he knew what it meant, knew the solemn gesture was you doubting the worth of your best, because if your best led you to have that sad, yet admittedly adorable pout on your lips then it surely wasn't what you had hoped for.

"I can't wait for this year to be over," you were tucking your lunch away, appetite lost at the side of the red letter adorning your answer sheet, haunting you, taunting you.

"I can," he retorted and scoffed lightly at the obvious disapproval of his words, shrugging as he brought a hand up to brush a crumb from your cheek, not missing the way your skin warmed under his touch, heart stammering, it made him want to do it again, made him want to do more, figure out how else your body could react to such simple, innocent gestures. "I would miss our hidden conversations," he explained and you rolled your eyes, only to hide the smile your lips begged to show him.

"You would not," you dared and turned your back away from the bookshelf behind you, looking at him with legs folded and hands fiddling with the plastic bag. "All we ever do is wallow and groan, we're like two very old people waiting for death," you were smiling, knowing he'd enjoyed your subtle references to doom and gloom, but he couldn't quite decide which he enjoyed more, the sound of the smile distorting your words of the way your eyes thinned slightly when you did, a beautiful sight.

"Exactly, who else would I do that with?" he was smiling as well and you were grateful you were sitting because it was the type of rare expression that had your knees weak.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd find many willing volunteers."

"None of them would be good enough, only you can make the darkness sound so welcoming," you had no idea what hidden symbolism the man was talking about but still you were reeling, he had to know that people don't just say things like that without absolutely ruining your resting heartbeat, in fact, it was rude, making you fall so mercilessly for him without the slightest possibility of him falling back, or so you thought. "You know," he began, "Chemistry is one of my best subjects."

"I know, Edward, you're nothing short of a genius, no need to kick a girl while she's down," he breathed a soft laugh, nudging you lightly with his leg.

"What I mean, is that I could help you study for the next test, make sure you wallow a little less next week," he knew you'd need some convincing but the bell was about to ring, he'd very pathetically been counting the minutes he had left with you and they were very few now. "Don't make me debate you into saying yes," he was picking up your things, standing with them in a sort of awkward, yet anything but, linger as he waited for you to stand as well. "You'll say yes, I'll act coy, it'll be much less of a task for the both of us if you just agree to meet me here tomorrow morning."

"You're a little arrogant, do you know that?" you mused, accepting his icy hand as it guided you from the floor, one by one stuffing your belongings into your bag, leaving his now empty hands to find rest in his pockets.

"I do," he agreed and smiled at you, looking down with eyes so golden it almost entranced you, as you lifted a brow at him. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Can we bring snacks?"

"You can, I'll bring you food."

"You're starting with me again, Cullen," and it was the laugh, the absolutely cruel laugh that he offered you as he walked you out of the library that made you think that maybe wallowing wasn't the only thing your friendship was good for.

tagging: @cauliflowertree and @saintlike78 because they always indulge my twilight brainrot

#besties I love this I'm sorry but ahh #I need to write more twilight fics asap #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x yn #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen fluff #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen fic #edward cullen blurb #edward cullen one shot #edward cullen drabble #edward cullen imagine #twilight fluff #twilight fanfiction #monique's event days #right where queue left me #monique's writing events

[sadtonight]

"Away, away my thoughts go"

Summary: getting lost in thoughts is nothing out of the ordinary for you: your mind slipping away from reality that is surrounding you while doing mundane things. It's best if he keeps you grounded, else you might fly away into the skies;

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: implications of unspecified mental illness, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: another self indulgent one, I underestimated my capabilities a bit so the work came two days late ha ha. I've edited the notes for the third time and I don't know what to put here! Enjoy? Get better? It's not as bad as it might seem, try to fixate on the positive moments that are happening now instead the ones that occur in your head, my own advice.

Riddle

— honestly, Riddle did give you benefit of the doubt when you seemed a bit lost by assuming that you are just busy or still yet to get accustomed to Night Raven College. However he undeniably finds it mildly infuriating. Why are you not listening to him anymore? Just so you know, it's mannerless to lose focus in the middle of conversation! Your boyfriend can always come back to what he was talking about, but not all people are willing to do so. Riddle worries about your absentminded attitude, so he directly confronts you;

— at first he didn't sound all that receptive: Riddle, in his usual way, started from matter-of-fact speech only to drop it upon seeing your visibly getting distant, as if you were told off. The red haired boy signed and broke an eye contact he was maintaining so you wouldn't feel so tense and asked if anything was distracting you or if you needed his help. Despite not looking at your boyfriend's face anymore, you could tell that the last phrases sounded a bit stained. Riddle did care about your mental well-being, so instead off brushing it off you shared what you were comfortable with;

— Riddle could relate to your dissociation, but it gave him more anxiety than reassurance: he remembers his times back at home, locked in a room with complicated books pilling up from the floor to the ceiling, dreaming of eating sweets and playing outside with Chenya and Trey again, only to come back to reality and try to get rid of the pesky thoughts that got in the way of his studies. His heart aches when he thinks about negative experience that you could've gone through;

— the very next day, red haired has went straight to the library to get his hands on as much as textbooks as he could handle. Articles that described how to keep grounded were real life savers. Riddle used to do homework with you now and then, but this time it's a permanent activity, especially everything related to memorization and math. Your boyfriend knows he can be scary when he gets carried away with studies, meaning that you get special treatment from Riddle, him being more lax and also showing how proudly smiling and praising you when you succeed;

— something Riddle also took a great liking to is trying new different tea blands and sweets in the secluded area of the Heartslabyul maze garden. Red haired boy tells you to describe the taste, smell, texture and colours of the food. Riddle became generally more attentive of you, thinking about new positive memories he wanted to make with you so that you would spend more time with him instead of somewhere far away, in the back of your mind.

Vil

— the celebrity always had to keep himself together despite whatever challenges and whims life throws at him. And naturally, the beautiful male had not-so-beautiful things to share like any other human being and you were amongst the few people he could feel relaxed enough to tell you his worries. Although, recently your boyfriend had started to suspect that his dear lacks a healthy amount of concentration, and not only in regards him but the world around;

— so being a proper partner he has made up his mind to see what was the case: Vil summoned you to his room under the guise of trying out new beauty product that appeared on the market. The tall male sat you on the chair before the vanity while standing behind you, pretending to be busy, and begun talking about the product, gradually shifting to saying outright nonsense to see how would you react. And unfortunately you didn't show confusion or surprise: you only slightly nodded and hummed, signing that you were in fact hearing Vil, however not listening to what he was saying;

— all of the sudden you were snapped back to reality by your face being turned to the side to meet magnificent, amethyst eyes that had disappointment reflected from their owner. Vil expectantly made a remark that sounded more like a plea: did something bother you or did he need to work on your focusing;

— after being cornered like that, you had no choice but to confirm your boyfriend's suspicions. Now healthy amount of self introspection is always welcome but your introspection are borderline hurtful, that's what Vil believed anyways. Beautiful male would attempt to find the root of the problem as to why do you slip away, but if you wish to withhold that information he won't pry, although he hopes you can tell him one day;

— Vil decides to help you with concentration the very same day. One of the ways that helps him to keep himself grounded is by doing exercises or practising dance movements, meaning that you will start participate alongside. Not only will it better your blood circulation but also will help you train your muscle memory and attention to details. Additionally, it's a great way to organically include you into his busy lifestyle and equally great excuse to get to touch you a bit more than Vil usually is able to.

Epel

— the boy notices how forgetful you tend to be before getting into the relationship with him. But as time passed, Epel realised you also space out a lot whenever you two are hanging out. His first reaction was to find fault in himself: Epel didn't consider himself to be a capable man for you, but he was selfish enough to crave your love and affection. Could it be that, just maybe, you grew bored of petite boy or found someone better...?

— lavender haired sulks throughout the week, until one day during the lunch break worried Jack tells him to spill the beans. Following brief explanation, beastman suggested that instead of Epel being the problem you could have a lot on the plate, but not wanting to burden your boyfriend and deal on your own. This revelation sprung Epel into action, with him hastily excusing himself and getting from his seat rushing out of dinning hall, typing you to meet him;

— your boyfriend awkwardly stood before you, hands tangling behind his back, head hanging low: he was clearly debating on how to approach the issue, finally meeting your eyes with newfound confidence. Not without stumbling through the words, Epel questioned all sorts of things that could be the case for your dissociation. Since your boyfriend had caught on, you decided to let him on about your "habits";

—it's... hard for Epel to relate, however he tries his very best to do so. Even if his initial guesses turned out to be false, lavender haired boy still set his mind on working to better himself in the relationship department. It's okay, because you can rely on him: Epel will always remind you of everything you need to be reminded of! To eat drink or have a small snack (if you don't mind apples you are never out of apple based foods), to change clothes that correspond to current weather outside, to do your college assignments which he could hypothetically help you with or at least do them together, to take care of your appearance by supplying you with different beauty products from Vil etc;

— to keep you grounded, Epel often tells you about types and sorts of apples and gives you them to see, smell, touch and taste. After that, he asks you if you remember the names, the colours and tastes of each separate type. Your boyfriend lights up when you get the correct answers, not getting frustrated if you don't remember everything — the boy is very proud of you for making progress all the same.

Idia

— you both are not the chaty-est couple out there, which made it harder to spot if something was amiss with you. Idia actually became aware of the fact when you were playing video games together by observing how sometimes you would just stand in one place or stall in the inventory menu for a while;

— your boyfriend began wondering if you didn't like the games or found them unengaging, but soon he saw the same thing happening when you were watching movies or anime. Blue flamed male debated whether to do something or just leave you be, maybe that's just how you were. It didn't let Idia focus on his projects or hobbies and Ortho made it worse by listing problems you could potentially suffer from, trying to encourage his older brother to take action;

— ugh, it's really humiliating for Idia to confront you like that, what questions he should ask anyway? By pure miracle you somehow put together what Idia was trying to convey, so you let your boyfriend on what was the situation. After listening to you, he closed his eyes for a moment. Look, Idia gets you very well, maybe too well for his own liking. However, you have so much stuff awaiting you out there, unlike him who is stuck being the Shroud. To drag you down with him to the bottom of the underworld was never an option: you mustn't suffer like him nor you mustn't lock into your own mind;

— your boyfriend wants to support you as much as he can, though only as far as his comfort zone goes. Idia didn't need to go further than his own dorm thankfully, because one of the activities that helped ground himself were engineering. Cold metal tools, weird texture of materials, the smell of plastic etc. You don't necessarily need to be a pro or something —genius male won't make you do complicated stuff, it's not like there is some existing challenge. Due to aforementioned quality, your boyfriend can bite with words painfully at times so Ortho is there to defuse the situation;

— lanky male tries to be a bit more physical with you, like touching your shoulder when he sees you staring into nothingness or awkwardly sets his slander hand on your thigh when the two of you play video games. Idia is not all too pleased but if it helps you keep your mind here somehow....

Lilia

— hellooo, Twisted Wonderland to his distracted mortal beloved. Lilia can be extremely perspective when he wishes to be, and so prior to you getting together, while the bat had been courting you, he noticed how your mind could wander somewhere else. He understands: you also must have a long history just like Lilia. Sometimes he snapped you back to reality, sometimes he started to reminisce about his own past, saying sotto voce, vague remarks that you usually didn't catch on;

— but what worried your boyfriend was the fact that you were so young yet dwelled on whatever occupied your mind. You would occasionally skip meals and forget to bring textbooks, notes and stationary supplies to classes. Lilia had experienced the same, many times, but he has lived for decades and his memory gets blurry over time. You have to be pulled out of your daydreams or else the fae will lose you — like a candle, you will melt before his very eyes. Experiencing real life sensations what makes one feel alive, Lilia knows that personally, though he doubts you would appreciate real battles for life that he has been forced to go through frequently during his war general days;

— no matter the reason for your condition, Lilia won't pry into your personal life unless you tell him. That's why he never really had a talk with you, opting for leading you straight to the point. Playful old bat flicked his fingers before your face or scared you when slipped from the conversation, popped out of nowhere and dropped his oversized jacket onto your shoulders when it got colder and you forgot to bring something warm, pulled out your college utensils from thin air when you swore you lost them somewhere in your room-

— at any rate, Lilia became very clingy all of the sudden: now short male holds your hand or hangs on your arm all the time. You don't have a chance to get used to the weight pulling your arm because he specifically drags your limb differently every day. Another weird habit that Lilia took up was to constantly make stupid jokes. He doesn't stop at the unfunny ones, no, he continues until you smile or better yet — laugh. Your boyfriend wants you to come back to him, to where he could reach you and where he could bring you as much joy as he possibly could so you wouldn't escape to dreamlands again.

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If Bill said he was raised like royalty i would be half, that explains quite a bit, and half he is lying through his teeth

While I expect Bill to lie to us in The Book Of Bill, I kinda expect Alex won't. Which is to say: if Bill tells us a lie, something somewhere else in the book will hint at the truth, or he'll tell the lie in such a way as to make it impossible for us to buy, so we'll know it's a lie. If the truth is supposed to be unknown or if it's supposed to be ambiguous whether he's lying, it'll be presented in a way that makes the ambiguity obvious to us even if Bill didn't intend it that way.

Like how, in the penthouse, he tells Ford he "liberated" his dimension, but we're given a way to know he's lying because we can see the fire and hear the screams.

If he claims he was raised as royalty, I'm gonna assume he was raised as royalty unless he sounds super sus when he describes it or he accidentally includes a baby picture showing himself living in a barn or something like that.

Like yeah, as a person Bill would lie about anything. But Bill isn't a person, he's a character from a cartoon that plays fair with its audience and that gives us mysteries hoping we'll solve them. What's the point of him telling us a lie in the book if the lie serves no narrative purpose? Why have him tell us a lie if the readers aren't given reason to think it's a lie, and therefore get the benefit of understanding that Bill's lying and what that says about him?

Considering the penthouse scene again: an audience member could theorize "Bill was lying about doing anything at all to the second dimension, it's actually perfectly fine and he visits on weekends, and the info Ford got from the Oracle in Journal 3 was inaccurate because she'd been told the same story by Bill," and there's nothing in canon to prove that theory wrong... but like, what would be the point. Would you buy into that as a plausible theory that holds water? Probably not. Well, why don't you believe that theory? Bill's a liar, isn't he? And if he's a liar, why wouldn't you doubt that his story about "liberating"/destroying his dimension is a lie?

Because if it wasn't true on some level, then why would they waste our time by putting it in the show?

Same applies to The Book of Bill. Tossing out any info Bill puts in the book as "this is a lie" without a salient reason just because, idk, he's Bill so it could be a lie, doesn't feel like engaging honestly with the text. Bill is a known liar, Bill's likely to tell a lot of lies—but unless there's a compelling reason in the book or from the show to consider any particular statement a lie, I'm gonna consider it more likely true than not. Not because I trust Bill to be honest, but because I trust that Alex Hirsch doesn't plan to waste our time with two hundred pages of content that add nothing real to our understanding of his show.

#anonymous #ask #the book of bill