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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(young man what do you wanna be tag)

“Why won’t you pretend to date me?”

“Jesus fucking—holy goddamn taint-biting hell, Harrington.” Eddie clutches at his chest, trying to recover from a minor cardiac event caused by opening his bedroom door to find Steve Harrington sitting at his desk. “Why the fuck are you here? How the fuck are you here? Also, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Wow, rude,” says Steve. “Wayne let me in. And Jonathan told me about the, uh, the Will plan. I think Argyle called it Operation Happy Ending? I don’t…I never know how serious he is about that stuff, man. Is he, like…okay?”

“Argyle is an enigma beyond mortal ken,” says Eddie fondly.

“Sure,” says Steve. He sounds doubtful. “Anyway, why won’t you pretend to date me?”

Eddie groans, pitching backwards onto his mattress and scrubbing his palms over his face. “Because that idea sucks! It’s a bad idea! A better question is: why are you letting Jonathan Byers talk you into shit?”

“It sounds like a pretty good idea to me. It’s for Will, right? Jonathan said he needed to, uh, see a healthy model of a same-sex relationship.”

Eddie would bet just about anything that the last part is a direct J. Byers quote.

“First, I’m not lying to a child. It’s deeply unethical, and as you well know, I am a scrupulously moral individual at all times. Second, do you really think it’s prime role model behavior to construct a fake relationship which will inevitably be unveiled as a sham and a farce? The foundations of young Byers’s world will be rocked, marking the beginning of a slow slide into disillusionment and crime. He’ll be serving twenty to life before you know it.”

Steve sighs, big and gusty like Eddie’s being somehow unreasonable. “God, you’re impossible. So just—actually date me, then.”

“Right,” says Eddie. “Obviously. Why didn’t I think of that. What the fuck, Steve.”

“What’s the difference between fake dating and real dating, anyway? We’ll go see a movie or something, get dinner.”

“Am I having a stroke? Okay, first of all, we cannot and will not do any of those things. Crash course on being gay in Hawkins: it sucks, and we will get jumped.”

“I’ll protect you,” says Steve, because he’s an arrogant dumbass with a white-knight streak a mile wide. Eddie likes him so, so much.

“Jesus. No, okay? You can’t fist-fight the entire goddamn world. They will literally, literally murder me. Lit-er-al-ly. This is—it’s a fucking stupid idea. You’re not even gay, what the fuck.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m bisexual.” Steve’s got a mulish look on his face. “So you should date me.”

“What.” Eddie sits up. “Since when? This is new information. Is this information I was supposed to have had previously? Is this information that other people have?” If Jonathan and Argyle knew and didn’t say anything, Eddie is going to murder them to death.

Steve looks away, scratching at his jaw, and doesn’t answer. He doesn’t show when he’s nervous, usually, and it dawns on Eddie that Steve probably doesn’t have a lot of experience coming out of his sporty little closet.

“Ah, hey, I didn’t mean…I’m, uh, proud of you? I support you?” Eddie leans over to pat Steve’s shoulder awkwardly, trying his best to channel Murray but probably landing a little closer to Jonathan Byers.

“So…I can pick you up at six tomorrow?” Steve says.

“Nope, still not happening,” says Eddie, and leaves the room.

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“I don’t get it. You’re, like, in love with him—” Jonathan ignores Eddie’s indignant squawking. “And he asked you out, and you said no?”

“He wasn’t asking me out for real! It was your bullshit garbage so-called plan, which is continuing to ruin my life. When I said I wouldn’t fake-date him, he just—switched tactics. He’s obviously trying to trick me into being part of this whole fake dating thing.”

“You realize that’s completely insane and makes no sense, right,” says Jonathan.

“I am the Dungeon Master. I see all, and I know all.”

Jonathan squints at him with an undisguised and unwarranted skepticism. “You really gotta stop saying that, man. It does not sound as cool as you think it does.”

“I am extremely cool always. Also, I’m not in love with him. Gross,” Eddie grumbles.

“Don’t be homophobic, dude,” says Argyle peaceably. “Love is never gross in any form.”

“Excuse you, I will be as homophobic as I damn well please. Love is gay and I won’t have it in my house.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re joking but this is making me really uncomfortable,” says Jonathan.

“That’s homophobic, dude,” says Eddie. “Hush up and let the queers talk. I’m not in love with Steve, I’m in love with Argyle and we’re gonna run away and get married.”

Argyle shakes his head, laughing. “Nah, I don’t hang with matrimonial attachments. It’s all a scam by Big Wedding.”

“Wait,” says Jonathan. “Seriously? Like, even if you fell for a girl?”

“If she’s the right lady for me, she won’t need a piece of paper to celebrate love. Love’s gotta live in the heart-house, Jonathan. In the heart-house.” Argyle taps Jonathan’s chest.

“Hear, hear,” says Eddie, who doesn’t have any particular opinions on the matter but would back just about anyone and any position in the entire world against Jonathan Byers at the moment.

#fic: young man what do you wanna be #still choosing chaos with this one #all of the voices here are uhhhh highly questionable in their accuracy #I really am gonna have to look at Jonathan's canon speech patterns at some point bc I have no actual idea what he's supposed to sound like #but that point will not be today #tomorrow's not looking good either

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phant0mh34rt · 7 months

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Ghost Town

A/N: Random idea I got from a pinterest quote with the nwtb egos…enjoy! Also sorry if there are spelling errors, It’s midnight as I write this.

Three years.

Natemare Battle had seen some stuff in three years, but nothing to this scale. Mass destruction, chaos, and loss..how he and Skelly were still alive was a mystery to even him. Correction, how he was still alive. NateSkellington, called Skelly by the others and known by all as “The King of Halloween”, was severely ill. He couldn’t be closer to death…somehow he was still here. Phantom and Sharper had left two years ago to persue their own interests, Jessi and Bones were missing, and the others..? Dead.

As the puppet ego walked the empty streets, he couldn’t help but wonder why this had all happened. I mean surely Nathan wouldn’t let this happen to his egos!! Why hadn’t he come to see us? He asked himself this daily, yet deep down he knew the answer: Nathan didn’t care, and the reason they were all gone was because he forgot about us, THEY forgot about us..he kept walking. Mare wouldn’t let that bother them for now.

Imagine his surprise when they ran straight into Nathan. Stumbling back, he took a look at the man who stared right back. “Well, haven’t you changed?”, he asked helping Mare. “Yeah. That happens.” Natemare responded coldly to his comment. How was he supposed to react? He’d ignored them all for years and then he just shows up again. The other male looked around. “What happened here…? Looks like a Ghost Town-where’s Heathen? And Christmas? What about Skelly??”

Natemare stared at him. He…he didn’t know. Of course he didn’t. “Dead. No thanks to you.” “What’s that supposed to mean-“ He got cut off. “YOU LEFT US ALONE FOR YEARS, NATHAN. FORGOT ABOUT HALF OF US. AND BECAUSE OF THAT PEOPLE DIED. PEOPLE LEFT. I HAVEN’T SEEN PHANTOM IN YEARS. SKELLY COULD DIE ANY DAY NOW. WHY DID YOU LEAVE US? WHY??” Mare snapped. He was so tired of loosing everyone he cared about. Nathan stared at him with a far off look, as if he wasn’t there.

“Hello??? ANSWER ME. YOU OWE ME THAT AT LEAST.” Nathan looked at him and sighed. “Any time I look at you, I wonder where the hell I went wrong, and then I remember. You’re the reason my lifes a mess. You’re my failure.” The other had no reaction at first, as Nathan started to apologize, but it was too late. Words had been spoken, too late to take back now. Nate kept apologizing, before returning to his spaced out self, his eyes glassed over and staring straight into Mares soul.

“Stop staring at me like that, with fake ‘pity’ in your eyes. All I am to you is a failure, right?” No response, just the same stare. He was getting tired of this. “Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that. Do you even hear me??”. No response. Nathan muttered a simple sorry and walked off, despite Mare’s curses at him to come back.

The sooner he left his failures behind, the sooner he could get back to normal.

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medicallymercury · 5 months

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And Another One - Casualty Hiatus Thoughts - 2/?

I'm still ill but I went into uni anyway like the brave little soldier that I am! (Every night, I decide that all the work that I need to do can be done “tomorrow” but we’re rapidly running out of those until the deadlines. I have lost my train pass and student ID. All I’ve listened to all day is the demo version of Geyser by Mitski. Vague sense of doom.) I got myself some Tesco Finest cookies on the way home. I’m just complaining here.

I'm back for more already, seems like I've opened the floodgates but this one won't be as lengthy as the other one was. Genuinely sorry I can’t shut up. I thought I was done for a while but I put an episode from series 36 on in the background thinking that I'd be able to do stuff while it played but got distracted by my opinions.

Potentially all over the place again, though this one does manage to be mostly about the series 36 mother-hell storylines. So there's a theme. Warning - I started going off about Dark Room which has a lot of transphobia in it and that’s part of what I talked about.

I really don’t know how I feel about the resolutions of Sah and Teddy’s storylines with their mums. Okay, we already know I'm about to be going on about Sah and Teddy's mother problems storylines but I'm sure there are other characters who this is/isn't applicable to - feel free to let me know about it. As a recap: it’s kind of hard for me to figure out how to describe exactly what happens at the end of Friends Like These, but if anyone has ever seen that quote that’s like “I tried to ask my parents to leave the room, but not my life”, Teddy asks Gaynor to leave the room and she leaves his life. A couple months later a patient situation causes Teddy to call his mum (and that is not brought up again when he gets trapped in a mine in the next episode) and also we are left to assume that all is fine now. Pretty simplistically, in Enough, Sah and Jools talk it out after Kevin has another stroke and then they are also just portrayed as being okay forever by the end of that episode.

I can absolutely believe that these characters, sad and work-stressed and not always the most emotionally mature, would forgive their mothers. I don’t even disagree with it happening on a story level because I think it could make for a really good development in those stories, or even just a less-than-happy ending. What I don’t enjoy is how these endings are presented as being happily-ever-afters and that everything is supposed to be fine now because they’ve forgiven/reconciled with their mothers who haven’t really done anything to deserve it. Jools is objectively neglectful, and telling Sah they were always enough does not make up for that. I think Gaynor’s behaviour is emotionally abusive; she’s controlling his life, emotionally manipulating him, she’s trying to even limit his contact with people other than her (and she has been doing this, he “wasn’t allowed friends”). Unless I'm wrong, we don’t see or hear from Gaynor at all between Friends Like These and We Need To Talk About Ollie. I don’t doubt they love their kids but that doesn’t make them good parents, and it’s not on their kids to be doing the work to improve the relationships. If we’re getting these forgiveness endings then Jools and Gaynor need to put more effort into proving they’ve changed. Or (and I'd probably find this more interesting cause I'm mean). Forgiveness needs to be presented as something that isn’t this simple happy ending because it doesn't feel like that in these circumstances. I respect the potential misery of the undeserved forgiveness, I love misery for them, especially when they’re both in mother-hell together, I am mean. But if you want to give them a happily-ever-after, keep them away from their mothers or make their mothers do the work.

They make Sah be the bigger person way too much, actually. In Dark Room, why does Sah have to be nice to Scott when Scott deserves to get re-beaten to a pulp? I don’t care that his mum is also terrible. Not only did he bully them when they were teenagers, he tried to ruin their whole life as a fully grown adult. Their mum is terrible as well and you don’t see them acting like that. They don’t need to be the bigger person and try to help Scott and his also terrible mother, they need a weapon of mass destruction. Also, why is Sah’s deadname used so excessively in series 36? Or at all? Ever? I’m sure there were ways around the audience ever needing to actually know what it was, even if they felt like the story required the implication of characters using it. Another potential Casualty hot take, maybe? I don't think Sah's dad is all that great of a parent either. Obviously it is entirely Jools' fault that Sah has to be his carer at such a young age, he had no control over that and Jools is definitely the worse parent, but getting back with Jools without telling Sah, cancelling plans with Sah to go on dates with Jools, excusing Jools’ pretty transphobic remarks and acting like Sah has to forgive Jools because he has really isn’t great. They were right when they said “it’s not just you she left”. IT’S! NOT! JUST! KEVIN! SHE! LEFT! It annoys me that Casualty is like ‘this action will have consequences’ about that scene because Sah is right. The only person I truly like from Sah’s pre-joining-Casualty life is Bill Phillipsen (and his dead wife) and he died. I knew you very briefly/not at all but I miss you Bill and Jean <\3

This post is absolutely the post for me to start getting into the connections between the mother-hell storylines but I won’t in full. They are kind of this pair of opposites, not just on this wider level of overinvolved mother vs uninvolved mother, there are a lot of patterns I’ve noticed in the episodes and the dialogue. I’d find them all now but it's 2am and I need to be awake at 8am at the latest so I’m putting off compiling that list for another day. Some faves that I can remember off the top of my head: opposite Jan advice scenes, Gaynor really struggling to say she’s proud of Teddy even though he really wants her to while one of the first things Jools tries to say to Sah is that she’s proud of them and they tell her not to, “you won’t see me back if I go” vs “I’m back now if it’s not too late”. I really like these connections, that's why I'm so passionate about what I don't agree with in these storylines.

I didn't mention this in my last post but I got my hands on a bootleg of The Play That Goes Wrong with Milo Clarke as Max and it's very enjoyable. I've been meaning to watch TPTGW at least since I watched both series of the show, probably longer, and I succumbed to the Casualty brainrot and and had to see his version. All I'll say: He really knows how to play aunt based nepotism and situations that could be solved with polyamory.

Based on when one of the episodes is set to air, I don’t think we’ll see Casualty back until about December 30th, unless we are gonna have another break between episodes once it comes back. I don’t really care that much and also, Christmas/New Years episode? The most recent Christmas episode was that one where they were like “what if it was last year?” back in 2021 and that’s always been a weird choice to me. I just want a silly little festive one, normal Casualty episode featuring carol singing and tinsel and the implication of a really intense staff party (we will never get the Sah/Teddy Christmas party of my dreams, not this year cause they’re in the current situation, not last year cause no Christmas episode and also the stuff with Jan was happening then, not the year before…). The only thing that bothers me about the hiatus is the inevitable time skip, so much time will have elapsed in universe by the time it comes back so I feel like we will have missed a lot of the immediate aftermath of stuff that happened at the end of Driving Force.

#mitski may not know it but her music is about the questionable relationships in the pretend hospital #you're my number one. you're the one i want. and i've turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come. so true mitski #geyser is such a good song. I WILL BE THE ONE YOU NEED THE WAY I CAN'T BE WITHOUT YOU.#shilling for mitski cause my love mine all mine got popular and i want people to listen to her other songs thanks for noticing #bbc casualty #casualty #shoelace fandom #teddy gowan #sah brockner

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dodger-chan · 1 year

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Happy Halloween! Please enjoy this silly, unedited Stranger Things mini-fic as a treat.

When Wheeler the Elder tore her shirt to make a bandage Buckley let out a little giggle. Then another. It was very inappropriate, and Eddie wished she’d share with the rest of the class, because he needed something to laugh at right now.

“Sorry, I swear I’m not usually a nervous laugher, it’s just,” she giggled again and gestured at Wheeler’s attempted wound care. “He’s got more hurt than you’ve got shirt.”

Eddie snorted. A Rocky Horror reference in the middle of hell. Thank fuck for Robin Buckley and her (time)warped mind. He wondered where she had seen the movie. “Please don’t make me laugh when I’m bleeding, Robbie.” Harrington wheezed and winced. Nancy seemed to be the only one of them at a loss.

“What are you talking about?” She glared at Harrington, then Buckley, as though a stern look would provide her the context she lacks.

“It’s from a movie,” Eddie explained. “Well, kind of. Tearing a skirt to make a bandage is from the movie. What Buckley said is from the audience participation part of the film.”

“Fellow Rocky Horror nerd, huh?” Buckley asked, tentatively. It was, Eddie supposed, kind of an incriminating admission. One of those things that wasn’t exclusively queer - Harrington had gotten Buckley’s reference, after all - but it was indicative.

“Oh, absolutely. One of my favorites. I even dressed up for the anniversary showing they did in Indy last year.”

“Neat. We went to one in Chicago. We didn’t dress up, though.” Buckley grinned. “A lot of people thought Steve was going as Brad.”

“He does sort of naturally radiate ‘asshole,’ doesn’t he?” Personally, Eddie would rather picture Harrington in the tiny gold shorts of Rocky.

“He does.” Buckley agreed.

“Fuck you both.” Harrington grumbled as Wheeler tied off the makeshift bandage.

“You know you love us, Steve.” Buckley gave him her hand and helped leverage Harrington back to a standing position. “So who did you dress up as? Was it Eddie?”

“Frank.” Harrington guessed. He looked Eddie up and down like he was picturing the corset and fishnets. Like he was appreciating the corset and fishnets.

“It’s not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.” Eddie quoted, and bit his knuckle suggestively. Buckley cackled and Harrington, well, Harrington was about to make Eddie reassess his belief in the existence of straight Rocky Horror fans.

“I still don't know what you're talking about.” Wheeler looked annoyed at being left out.

“It’s kind of my favorite movie.”

“Just more Rocky Horror stuff. It’s a bit hard to explain.” Robin took Nancy’s arm and started leading her down through the dark trees. “We can watch the movie when we get back. Steve will let me borrow his copy.”

“Steve has his own copy?” Eddie asked.

“Susan Sarandon running around in her underwear?” Harrington shrugged.

“That, and Tim Curry’s, um, everything.”

“His everything, huh?”

“You two better catch up or Nance and I will leave you here.” Buckley called back to them. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Com-ing,” he sing-songed. Not a terrible imitation.

Under his breath Steve added, “So’s Brad.”

#short fic #stranger things #rocky horror picture show #my fic

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in-a-bucket · 1 year

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A silly little crack(?) theory for DRDT

Major spoilers for everything up until chapter 2 episode 7

When it comes to media I love, I usually end up getting super mega attached to one particular character more than any of the others. For Danganronpa: Despair Time, that happens to be Whit Young. And with the events of the most recent episode having taken place, I’ve been brainrotting about DRDT and by extension Whit a lot recently. Combine that with getting to look at the DRDT hidden quotes (link here: https://despairing-disaster.tumblr.com/post/658279268422500352/drdt-hidden-quote-masterpost), and thus this silly little theory was born. The tldr is basically that Whit is the mastermind. I don’t want it to be true because I don’t want my favorite character to be the reason all this suffering is happening, but I can’t deny Whit’s strange behavior throughout the entirety of the game, but especially during the end of chapter 1 and chapter 2. Keep in mind that a lot of this is pure speculation and I wrote it all for fun. With that out of the way, let’s get into the thick of it.

First of all, this is the quote that started it all:

This quote basically screams “mastermind” in my opinion, especially with the whole “I know how everyone reacts to murder” bit. When I first saw this quote, my gut instinct told me it was Teruko who says this. The fact that Teruko is resigned to the fact that her luck will cause life to be terrible for her and those around her and the fact that Mai (the unnamed student) was supposedly looking for her, made me think that Teruko had a lot to do with why this killing game was happening in the first place and this likely still remains true. However, the more I thought about, the more are realized this quote lines up with Whit’s strange behavior once people start dying.

First, let’s talk about Whit’s “intuition”,

When I first watched these episodes this was very interesting. Not only is it brought up more than once (there might even be more instances of this but I just forgot them idk) it’s also in bolded yellow text, like it’s important and something that the audience is supposed to remember. I also find it interesting that when this is brought up, he has the same, somewhat downcast expression on his face, almost as if he’s slightly upset by the fact that he knows what he thinks to be right. The hidden quote above talks about knowing the outcome and knowing how people will react to something. If you had been through something enough times to know what would come next and how people would react of course you would have good intuition about everything. The quote also talks about caring about how caring for people for so long, even knowing what would happen cause the person speaking immense suffering, enough to the point where they became bored with it all, so it would make sense for someone be upset that they know what’s coming next and can’t do any thing to change it.

There’s also how Whit has delt with death in the series so far.

His reaction to Min’s execution is, uh, not normal to say the least. He even ends up making a joke about it later on. Someone who has become bored or resigned to death likely wouldn’t be super affected by something like Min’s gruesome execution, especially if you know how that was going to play out. With the last screenshot, that isn’t the kind of thing you should say when your looking for a possibly dead person, hell you could even make an argument with the last screenshot about how that plays into his intuition and he knew how Arei was going to die, even if he wasn’t the one who committed the murder (this one is a bit of a stretch tho).

I’m not sure how his hidden quotes would fit into to all of this. However, the stuff I’ve talked about could explain his odd behavior and reactions to stuff throughout the series.

If we don’t get any explanation why he acts so nonchalantly about these types of things, then my suspicions of him will only continue to rise. I don’t want him to be evil though. I do know for sure I’m extremely invested in where his character is going and I hope he lives a while in order to see it to fruition.

Again this all just some fun speculation and is most likely me reading wayyyyyy too much into things, but I’m truly excited for where DRDT is going next.

#danganronpa: despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #whit young #this is probably the most elaborate thing i have ever written lol

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baeddel · 2 years

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some notes on radical feminism, concerning what i believe to be popular errors

1. historically ‘radical feminism’ was not used exclusively for Dworkin & MacKinnon-style carcereal feminism. in the 60s it was most often applied in the media to Shulmith Firestone, and the reason was that she advocated for the abolition of biological reproduction, and more generally for that milieu because they were anti-capitalist or used direct action instead of institutional reform (notice how ‘radical’ is used in a 1969 article by Gloria Steinem, see—also you will learn a lot about that era from its title, lol). this is the sense it was used in the 2013 obituary for Firestone in the New Yorker (see), which says that she “launched the first major radical-feminist groups in the country” like New York Radical Women and New York Radical Feminists who called for the “burial of traditional womanhood” and disrupted beauty pageants. Steinem’s article discusses WITCH (’Women’s International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell’—a splinter group from New York Radical Women) who’s mission statement she quotes as being “the destruction of passivity, consumerism and commodity fetishism” and for whom “the routine of daily life is the theatre of struggle.”

most of this is stuff is not what you have in mind when you tell people to read about radical feminism’s history before they try and reclaim it. a lot of this stuff is characteristic of its era (the American ‘New Left’); it was tangled up with psychoanalysis and new age psychology, it embraced vague spiritualism and alternative histories, it was jealous of the militancy, success and even the spectacular defeats of the black struggle and wasn’t even ashamed of being jealous. it generally understood itself as a faction within the left. i believe that would stop being true by the end of the 70s.

2. not all radical feminist organizations today have an anti-trans agenda. as you know, the label TERF was coined by radical feminists to distinguish between types of radical feminism. MacKinnon is somewhat quietly pro-trans and acts embarassed about the Raymond endorsement. she did an interview with TransAdvocate here. she says a bunch of fifth column garbage about sex workers the whole way through the interview, and talks about how she works with a lot of radical feminist trans women who are good opponents of sex work.

i am not aware of any radical feminist organization today that is not anti-sex work. transgender issues are an option on the menu you can take or leave, but there seems to be a consistent platform around anti-"trafficking" (which is a recent relabel of the term “white slavery” btw), anti-pornography, and anti-surrogacy. as i understand it the platform revolves around forming cross-political alliances with conseratives, the Catholic Church, Evangelicals and so forth, and even far right groups (it’s not uncommon to see the Heritage Foundation listed as a funder), in order to lobby states and international organizations like the UN (the UN’s charter on sex work was written by Janice Raymond) to pass legal reforms criminalizing the purchase and sometimes sale of those services. a handful of organizations do this while being militantly pro-trans. many Leninist and especially Maoist parties have incorporated this version of the radical feminist agenda into their program, such as the (now defunct) MIM and Af3irm.

point one is supposed to address errors about how radical feminism was used historically, and point two is supposed to address errors about how radical feminism is used today. i generally find criticisms of radfem i read on tumblr misguided and i become frustrated about it, but i’m not aware of any organization that uses the label which is remotely supportable, so it’s a battle not worth fighting. you should probably just let people get it wrong. nowadays i think all kinds of feminism are vulnerable to the best criticisms of radical feminism and i no longer use the label at all. it's enough to Defend Freedom Everywhere.

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frazzledsoul · 11 months

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So occasionally I come across an interesting claim/conspiracy theory on this website

This theory is that Jess was supposed to be in season 7 of Gilmore Girls, but after the Palladinos left Milo boycotted the show and refused to show up for guest appearances. Fair enough, even though Milo was doing 22 episodes a year for Heroes on another network at the time and probably didn’t have a lot of time anyway (sometimes rival networks let their stars do guest appearances on other networks and sometimes they don’t). Amy showed up for Milo’s Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony last year and he credited her in his speech and she wrote a role for him in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Maybe loyalty did explain why he didn’t show up, even if it wasn’t the only factor.

However, the weirdest part of the theory is not that he didn’t show up during that year, but that the original season 6 finale was not Lorelai running to Christopher and sleeping with him two minutes after giving Luke an ultimatum, but that Rory was going to show up in Philadelphia instead. ASP allegedly switched the endings after her contract talks fell through.

I don’t know if it was possible to do this. According to this interview the Palladinos did with Michael Ausiello, they had decided to walk away by April 26. The season 6 finale aired two weeks later on May 6. Was it possible to change the endings at that time? Would they have been able to do so? Hell if I know. However, some quotes from that article indicate they probably didn’t intend for it to originally be Rory showing up on her ex’s door instead of Lorelai.

Ausiello: Based on the mail I've been reading, a lot of fans don't buy the April obstacle. As you know, they were pissed off before she ever appeared on the screen. And at the time, you asked them to have a little faith. So, cut to April 24: April has driven a wedge between Luke and Lorelai. If the spoilers are to be believed (SPOILER ALERT), Lorelai will end up in Christopher's bed in the finale, and now you guys are leaving. It looks like you asked them to have faith, then you split Luke and Lorelai up, threw her in bed with Christopher, and quit. What do you have to say to that? [ Crickets] Dan: I've got nothing to say to that. Amy: Yeah, that's something. You know what, that's a good story line. We should use that. Dan: You know, in the very beginning of the series, in the first year with Alexis Bledel with that beautiful baby face as Rory, if we had said in three years we're going to have this girl lose her virginity to a married man, our heads would've been chopped off, put on pikes and paraded around Burbank. Amy: Which Warner. Bros. is still negotiating for, by the way. [ Laughs] Dan: I'm basically repeating what Amy said: We try to follow the characters and we also try to make it as interesting as possible. And I've always felt with spoilers, a lot of people hear about a plot point seven episodes down the line without taking into account what happens in the episodes in between now and then. I've always sort of been astonished by that. That's why I say if in the first year you had heard that [about Rory], a lot of people would have turned off their televisions like, "This is going to turn into a soap opera." And that was a very controversial story line for us.

That really doesn’t sound like they had another ending planned in the first place. Also, they’re being total assholes about this plot point, but that’s another issue.

They also had this to say about Matt Czuchry.

But when you see stuff happening, and when scenes and moments happen that you didn't think could happen before, and when you add a kid like Matt Czuchry to the show and all of a sudden it brings in different layers and different stories and different textures, it's like, it doesn't have to end.

It certainly doesn’t sound to me that they were intending to relegate Logan to the background in that hypothetical ASP-penned seventh season, as he was still a main cast member.

For the record, I hate, hate, HATE that Lorelai ghosted Luke for several days, threw an enormous temper tantrum in the street in which she demanded to be placed at a higher priority than his child (how do you think it would have gone if it went the other way?) and then ran off to screw Christopher when she didn’t get the answer she wanted. It was malicious, cruel, and massively damaging to everyone involved and definitely indicated she was not ready to make major life decisions. However, Luke and Lorelai’s relationship had been deteriorating for months and Christopher was set up as a viable alternative. ASP even has him play Prince Charming and take Lorelai as a date to a wedding of her fiance’s employee just so she can try to sell him to us as chivalrous. I honestly believe if Luke and Lorelai had just sat down and had a normal conversation like grown ups and called a custody lawyer then this never would have happened, but that’s not the way it went. Unfortunately, it wasn’t surprising.

Rory giving up on Logan and running off to hook up with Jess didn’t have the same set-up. In the first place, she had already pulled this shit a few weeks before when she takes Logan back after finding out about the bridesmaids but is still angry with him, goes off to visit Jess when Logan is out of town, lets him believe she is single, kisses him, and then comes clean and says she can’t go through with it because she still loves Logan. They both acknowledge that what she did is fucked-up, that Jess doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, and she apologizes and leaves. Then Logan almost dies and she determines she’s going to stand by him and is sad to see him leave the country.

Given all that had happened a few weeks earlier, why would Rory then run off to cheat with Jess again when both of them know that he is unwilling to engage in that with her and she’s sorry that she tried to use him before? Why would she do that to Logan, who she went back to? Why would this at all be something anyone would want to happen for all three people involved, and why wouldn’t Jess tell her to fuck off if she tries to make him her sidepiece for the third time?

It just sounds like a nightmare scenario for all three of them. Even if Rory wanted to do that, I have to believe that at this stage of her life she would care enough about Jess not to do that to him (or to Logan, who she should probably break up with if she keeps trying to cheat on him) and she would respect his boundaries in this way.

Because in a show with so much cheating and love triangle shenanigans, Jess is one of the few characters who has the principles to stay out of the fray. Rory flirts with him for a year and even visits him alone in New York, but he doesn’t try to initiate anything. She’s the one who kisses him, before ignoring him for months and refusing to break up with her boyfriend. When she gets jealous of his new girlfriend, he reminds her she’s got no right to his time or company after the way she acted. When Dean breaks up with her, he refuses to touch her until he’s broken things off with Shane first. And as mentioned before, he doesn’t initiate anything when she comes to see him until he seemingly confirms she is available.

Who else lives up to these kinds of standards? Rory doesn’t. Lorelai doesn’t. Christopher doesn’t. Dean doesn’t. Paris doesn’t. Logan certainly doesn’t. Even Richard with his decades of secret lunches with Pennilyn Lott crosses the line. Why do people want to take that way from one of the few characters who won’t get involved in this shit? Let the man keep his dignity. It’s season 6. Almost everyone else has none left.

I suppose in an alternate scenario Rory could have broken up with Logan and then showed up on Jess’s door, but none of her behavior indicated she was intending on doing that and since Matt was a main cast member and Milo wasn’t, it probably wasn’t going to happen this way.

So since we’ve determined that I think Rory showing up on Jess’s door while still with Logan is a horrible idea, let me illustrate two alternate scenarios where Jess shows up in S7.

Alternate Scenario 1: Logan and Rory remain in a stable relationship. Jess shows up when his sister is born. I think you could do a lot with this even if he never interacts with Rory: he has this new sibling, who is going to be raised in the stable environment that he never had, while Luke is starting to realize how badly he messed up with Lorelai and starting to fight for custody of April. There’s a lot to unpack here just with his family alone (maybe he writes a reference letter for the custody trial, too). However, across town Rory has her own much younger half sister living in her house, in the nuclear family she never had as a child, and yet she knows things are not exactly right with her parents marriage. What a dilemma for them to bond over (platonically). If everything still happens the way it did in the OG season 7, the door is open for a possible relationship between them at the end of the story. Milo keeps his main gig, there’s an entire season with no cheating, and everyone keeps their dignity. Sounds beautiful to me.

Alternate Scenario 2: Rory and Logan do not have a stable relationship, and Logan never leaves the life that was planned for him. I suppose they would have to be somewhat involved for most of the season, as the show really isn’t interested in Logan having an arc outside of its effect on Rory (season 7 tries, but it still mostly boils down to how it’s going to affect her). I guess Jess would have to emerge as more of an alternative in this scenario, but nothing physically happens until she’s parted with Logan. I guess this is more problematic overall, but it definitely seems preferable to her trying to cheat on Logan with Jess twice in a month after she’s well aware that she’s mistreating both of them by doing this.

I guess this scenarios aren’t perfect, but they seem better to me than what so many fans wanted to happen. I do wish for Milo and Jess’ sake that he had gotten more closure in the OS, but it wasn’t to be. And of course, I wish that season 6 had not ended the way that it did in the first place.

#literati #gilmore girls #alternate scenarios #frazzled begs for less cheating storylines

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bard-llama · 4 months

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WiP Thursday: Playing Dress Up

I was busy yesterday, but now I just gotta finish 1 more thing and then I'm off for the Holidays! Yay for writing time!

Anyway, this is just a silly little Gaang bonding fic. Hope you enjoy!

“Ugh,” Toph groaned, splaying out on the ground in the garden next to Zuko’s royal suite. “They keep wanting me to dress like a noblewoman,” she complained. “I hate all that frilly shit. Give me some good mud any day.” She turned the dirt around her into mud just to make her point.

“It is annoying,” Zuko agreed.

Sokka frowned. “What’s the big deal? It’s all just clothes.”

“‘Just clothes’,” Toph quoted. “Clearly you’ve never been to a noble tailor.”

“Ugh, for real,” Zuko commiserated.

Sokka shared a look with his sister, who looked equally confused. “I don’t get it.”

“Fancy people clothes are always super heavy,” Toph said. “And there’s so many layers, it’s absurd. By the end of it, you can barely move! And don’t get me started on how they want me to wear heels.”

“I dunno, I think heels are kinda fun,” Aang shrugged casually. There was a moment where everyone blinked and then turned to look at him with enough focus that he looked up from the marbles he was playing with. “What?”

“You wear heels?” Suki was the one to ask.

“Sometimes,” Aang said. “Kuzon’s mom had a fancy job, so she had a lotta dresses like you’re talking about and heels and stuff. We used to play dress up in her closet. We got banned from messing with her makeup, though, ‘cause I kinda used all the glittery eye shadow.”

Aang’s eyes were far away, remembering a time before the war, and it took a moment for Sokka to look past that and listen to what was actually said.

“Wait, what!? You used to play dress up with dresses!?”

“Yeah?” Aang tilted his head. “Isn’t that what dress up is for?”

“I mean,” Zuko said consideringly, “you can dress up in men’s clothes, too.”

“Yeah, but that’s kinda just getting dressed, you know? Dress up is supposed to be fun!”

“Fair enough,” Zuko hummed.

“Why would you voluntarily wear a dress?” Sokka asked, genuinely baffled.

“Sokka, you wore a dress,” Katara pointed out, exasperated.

“I wore armor!” Sokka corrected.

“Eh,” Suki shrugged, “it’s an armor dress.”

He pouted at her and she laughed, leaning forward to kiss him lightly.

“The real question,” Toph interrupted, “is whether you made the dresses look good.”

“Well, we went out one time all dressed up and no one realized it was us, so… I guess?” Aang scratched his head. “Wigs are itchy, though.”

“Wow, you went all in,” Zuko joked.

“Yeah! It was fun!” Aang grinned. Then his face lit up with an idea and dread pooled in Sokka’s belly. “We should play dress up!”

“What!?” Sokka screeched.

Katara laughed. “Sure, why not? I don’t get to wear fancy dresses very often.”

Suki hummed in agreement while Toph groaned emphatically from the floor.

“We do have plenty of dresses here,” Zuko pointed out. “I’m pretty sure my staff has fully stocked a wardrobe for each of us, even though we never touch them.”

“Like I said,” Toph grumbled, “they keep trying to get me to dress up and wear heels!”

“So you can be the judge,” Aang said, “if you don’t wanna dress up.”

“Aang, she’s blind,” Katara reminded him. “She can’t see what we’re wearing.”

“But she can judge our walk!” Aang grinned brightly. “We should do a competition! Who can walk best in heels?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Toph’s grin was scary. “We’re doing this.”

“Yes!” Aang cheered, bouncing on his feet. “We should all go and raid the wardrobes in the rooms we keep getting assigned even though we always stay with Zuko.”

“My staff are going to have so many questions,” Zuko muttered.

“And we won’t answer any of them,” Toph promised, hoping to her feet.

“All right,” Zuko sighed. “Meet in my room when you’re ready.”

“Oooh, yeah, you do have all those mirrors and shit,” Sokka agreed. He didn’t particularly want to wear a dress, but he definitely wasn’t gonna be the only one not to!

They all scattered, and Sokka followed Suki to her assigned room, which she had never once slept in. They threw open the closet and did indeed find a whole array of outfits. They all looked designed to fit the Kyoshi Warrior theme, at least color and style-wise. It was honestly kind of cool, and Suki thumbed through the dresses with delight.

“Oooh, this is cute,” she said, pulling one out. “I can’t believe I never thought to check in here before.”

She dumped an armful of outfits in his arms and grabbed a load herself, then led the way back to Zuko’s room.

#atla #wip wednesday

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kyaramaru · 1 year

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Nijisanji JP Incorrect Quotes

(aka I got lazy to make memes but I have 200+ incorrect quotes so here you go) (aka 2, op abuses the queue and finally tags some stuff)

Hibari, in a hospital bed: “Come on, Kanato, calm down. I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding is internal! That’s where the blood’s supposed to be!”

Akina: "It smells like wrong dog in here." Mayuzumi: "What's wrong dog?" Akina, breaking down in tears: "Everything!"

Genzuki: “Kaida annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.” Genzuki: “There is nothing special about tomorrow.” Genzuki: “But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as the panic takes over.”

Fuwa, showing his card: Ace of Spades Kaida, putting down an Uno card: Draw four Kagami, pulling out a Pokémon card: Pikachu, I choose you Kenmochi, sobbing: WHAT THE HELL ARE WE EVEN PLAYING?!

Shiina: If I cut off my leg… Shiina: and swing it at your head, Shiina: Am I hitting or kicking you? Kuzuha: You’ll probably mentally scar me more than anything.

Fuwa, walking through a graveyard as a shortcut: Mashiro: Hey! Buried treasure! Fuwa, not thinking about it: What did you find? Mashiro: A skeleton!

Kuzuha: I heard Ebio is in jail, is that true? Ibrahim: Yeah, for something he didn’t do. Kuzuha: What didn’t he do? Ibrahim: Run fast enough.

Hima: I am a simple person. I enter the kitchen. I eat four servings of cake. I leave Sasaki: It's one serving if you serve all of it to yourself at once Hima: I like the way you think.

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the-musical-cc · 1 year

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Just some examples on what I mean by how people in Deviantart who do comment are just way too comfortable being inappropriate, there was:

Rando who commented on everything Toy Story I posted with lyrics from the CATS musical but adapted to the TS characters. It could be literally anything, character concepts for No Name, a Woody/Bo piece, a Prideyear thing, a sketchdump. He’d never comment anything even remotely related to the piece. Turns out he’d written that crossover and he figured rather than use his words, he’d just push.

Generally people who rather than ASK if you wanted to look at their stuff, just pushed it onto you. Like. I’m not your kindergarden teacher, PLEASE, give me space.

The dozens of askers of ‘Can you draw this for me?’ who additionally often got defensive or downright rude when I pointed at my commission prices. I knew literally none of them but they expected me to draw them stuff (Highly specific stuff too, most of the time) for free.

Person without basic knowledge of how recessive and dominant genes work who did a cheating joke on a TP Zelink piece I did with their fankid ‘cause the kid’s hair was red (A nod to classic Zelda.)

Weirdo who would just comment on my BLOSC with ‘Post more’ and directly lifted details from my design for Buzz’s mom to tweak her own pre-existing one to, and I quote ‘Make her more interesting’ (So it really did come off as ‘Race is something we do for brownie points, not because it actually matters.’) When I blocked her, she just went into an alternate account to keep it up. She was the reason I stopped posting about BLOSC there, I simply didn’t have the patience or energy for it.

Funny dude who constantly dropped into my Ghostbusters stuff containing Peck to comment the ‘That man has no dick’ bit.

Another funny dude who constantly dropped on my GB art to comment downright incomprehensible jokes at the expense of my shipping Janegon.

Person who demanded I translated a comic (That, I cannot stress this enough, WAS translated in the author’s comment) after saying I was dumb for making it.

Rando who dropped in a Bo/Woody piece to say ‘It’s a bad ship’. Nothing useful or even interesting, just tripe. Additionally, when I told them to look elsewhere, then, they acted like I was over-reacting. My sibling in the Ide, how, pray tell, the fuck am I supposed to react. I wasn’t even being rude, just setting boundaries.

Peep whose only comment in one of my TP Zelda pieces with heavy ambient tint was ‘Why is she blonde’.

Mean girl trio who picked on a friend who was just learning how to art and made fun of me when I asked them to lay off, said they’d pick on whoever the fuck they pleased ‘cause they were badass like that, and then proceeded to clutch their pearls when I told them to ‘Have fun with that’ because I figured they were pathetic and not worth my time. My friend, sadly, ended up leaving due to them and I lost all contact with him.

My sister, who would go into my pieces and just generally ridicule me.

Alternate shipper from a fandom I was who redrew (More like copied) a well-known piece from a more or less famous fanartist but for their ship and got amazingly defensive when it was pointed it out. Said it was ‘Referencing’ and refused to credit the original.

The shipping discourse regarding Jack Frost.

There was a generally bad experience with the fangroup of a relatively popular Zelda fanfic but it’s too complicated to explain? Let’s just say, it was a cult to the personality of the author and it got UGLY.

QueenZelda and whatever the hell was up with her.

#deviantart #I've been in fandoms since 2014 I've seen shit that would turn you WHITE

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yawnzznbear · 2 years

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may i present to you, TXT ⭐️ as things my teammates and or coaches have said and or done 💫 (i’m a cheerleader) part 1 💘

⭐️ disclaimer: none of the boys have actually said any of these quotes, this is just for funsies! i’m also not shipping any of them, my friends joke around with each other while saying this stuff lmao. ENJOY!

beomgyu: i feel like i might pass out

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kai: i feel like we should all bark at the end, but like a puppy, like roof!

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yeonjun: i’m gonna get taehyun to kill my ex. taehyun how do you feel about murder if it’s justified?

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soobin: there’s ten minutes left of practice and he wants us to go full out? is he nuts?

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taehyun: there are about 700 note cards shoved under my door... what the hell did i miss last night?

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yeonjun: come to room 606 now. I SAID NOW! WHY AREN’T YOU HERE YET?

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kai: HELLO? ARE U DEAD? can u please confirm ur not dead bc like… ur my ride.

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taehyun: i need new friends.

beomgyu: *screams in the distance*

taehyun: yeah… really need new friends.

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beomgyu: or... how about we cancel practice and have team nap time? sound good?

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kai: we’re all gonna die tonight! how fun! some very effective team bonding.

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taehyun: you know, you’re supposed to catch the foot with your hands, not your face. that might help with the bloody noses.

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yeonjun: W is for the Way you turn us on ;)

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taehyun: i’ll literally strangle her if she doesn’t watch herself

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beomgyu: *animated story telling* this is the time i got four avocados instead of four limes and taehyun told me i was a menace to society

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kai: HELP ME OUT HELP ME OUT

soobin: FOCUS KAI

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soobin: are we about to kiss right now?

yeonjun: yes. don’t question it.

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beomgyu: don’t put a question mark where god put a period

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kai: I’m very confused right now. let me get back to you in about 3 to 5 business days

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yeonjun: the diggity dogs are about to body ALL OF YOU. y’all didn’t even see it coming.

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beomgyu: i’m like... an insecure narcissist. sometimes i think i’m ugly, sometimes i think i’m god’s gift to the world. currently, you’re all very blessed to be in my presence.

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yeonjun: you’re my husband soobin

soobin: i mean, yes of course. b-but when did we-

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beomgyu: *gets hit by a car* whoop there i go!

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beomgyu: you all would be so bored without me.

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yeonjun: i’m literally quitting. this is my last practice. see you all never!

soobin: aw thats so sad. see you tomorrow.

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yeonjun: WHERE THE ARE YOU GOING? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER THERE!

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taehyun: *glares from above* i swear to god if you drop m- *smiles brightly at audience*

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beomgyu: it wasn’t my fault!

taehyun: you literally stood there and watched as the stunt fell-

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taehyun: what do you think they’d do if we just like... walked out? it’s not like they can stop us-

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kai: *shows presents labeled “to yeonjun from yeonjun”* christmas is the season of giving, but if you’re yeonjun then christmas is the season of receiving

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beomgyu: *in disbelief* that was a red light- he just ran a- GO! WHY AREN’T WE GOING? 1 2 3 GO! I HAVE PLACES TO BE!

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taehyun: i have a very dark sense of humor. it’s black like my soul.

beomgyu: as if you have a soul

taehyun: that was mean :(

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yeonjun: good morning! you look lively.

taehyun: *glares* shut up

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kai: my cry count is up to 17 this year :) 16 was because yeonjun and soobin were nice to me :)

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soobin: stay safe and stay sober

beomgyu: i’ll stay sober!

soobin: *concerned* um- alright-

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taehyun: *on the phone with beomgyu* where are you going?

beomgyu: i don’t know

taehyun: alright... who are you with?

beomgyu: uh i don’t know...

taehyun: when will you be home?

beomgyu: bet! *hangs up*

taehyun: but-

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beomgyu: i say we blame yeonjun if kai’s ceiling fan falls

taehyun: but he isn’t even in the room-

beomgyu: that’s fine. we always blame everything on him anyway.

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taehyun: IM NOT JAYWALKING AGAIN! IM 18! ILL LITERALLY GO TO PRISON!

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yeonjun: it wasn’t good but it was better… but it still wasn’t good

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beomgyu: fuck

soobin: BEOMGYU

kai: BEOMGYU NO

beomgyu: oh my god WHAT?

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taehyun: *gets hit in the nose by kai*

kai: OH MY GOD I THINK I HIT HIS EYE

soobin: you good taehyun?

taehyun: *holding his nose* oh. i’m bleeding

kai: OUT OF YOUR EYE?

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kai: *messes up their handshake and walks away without redoing it*

yeonjun: *the it boy was too stunned to speak*

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kai: hey soobin, when is practice?

soobin: 10!

kai: ok

kai: *20 minutes later* hey taehyun, when is practice?

taehyun: 10

kai: ok

kai: *a few hours later* hey beomgyu, when is practice?

beomgyu: uhhhhh 10 :)

kai: ok

kai: *shows up late to practice*

yeonjun: did he not… ask us all what time practice was? everyone told him 10 right?

beomgyu: yeah

kai: hi guys! wait… did practice start? i thought it was at 10:30…

taehyun: *noises of disbelief*

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kai: i have a lot of funko pops :)

soobin: what are funko pops?

beomgyu: what the funko?

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beomgyu: y’all are so FAKE

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kai: i don’t get it why is everything better at 4am? i feel AMAZING!

taehyun: it’s called being delirious and overtired

kai: okay? so i should be delirious and overtired all the time? got it! thanks taehyun!

taehyun: oh that’s not-

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yeonjun: alright everyone grab a reindeer!

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soobin: We need to sing kai a happy birthday, as he is 18 today!

taehyun: *enthusiastically* Wow 18! you can officially be charged as an adult and go to prison!

kai: *blinks*

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yeonjun: *is on the ground from getting hit in the head with a ball*

taehyun: i can’t tell if he’s laughing or crying

beomgyu: he’s definitely laughing

kai: no no he’s definitely crying

soobin: *the only one helping him* hes doing both.

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yeonjun: i hope you get a real ostrich as a flyer

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soobin: *falls* merry christmas! *uses it as a curse word*

taehyun: w-what?

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beomgyu: *falls* that was a W!

taehyun: *flabbergasted*

i’ll post more as things happen but this is it for now. I hope u got a laugh out of it!

#txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #txt #txt post #tomorrow x together #txt taehyun #txt huening kai #txt soobin #incorrect kpop quotes

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angelsandarsenic · 3 months

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you said you weren’t going to hit all the plot points you wanted in Go Tell the Bees, so what were the rest? If you can tell us without giving spoilers ofc

Ooh good question I’m glad you asked! I don’t think I’m going to finish that or certainly not any time soon so I’ll give you everything

—sbi family game night

—Reference to spiderma where slime is a scientisct/chemist doing stuff with spiders and Tubbo is like--hey, so this seems like a bad idea, lest not OR same thing but tommy gets bit and becomes tubbos sidekick

—the hero commission learns the Golden Apple is in L’manberg and send the retired Puffy and junior hero Fundy to come find the totem and Blue

—Tubbo gets enderpearls

—Tommy becomes Tubbo’s sidekick before he finds out abt the rest of the family being villains, Ranboo becomes their official healer

—benchtrio catches on to The Syndicate trying to bring Blue to L’manberg from Germany and finds out Ranboo’s family is big mafia working with the syndicate

—poor Tubbo just being traumatized

—some particular ways I wanted to beat up Tubbo

—Ranbob goes (has been) rogue and tries to get the Apple, blue and the totem for himself, plus with the presence of official heroes Tubbo and the Syndicate start working together

—Phil with a scythePhilwith a scythe PHILWITH A SCYTHE

—Schlatt dies (L)

—Just read the last excerpt

also I have some of these written out! So excerpts (in order) under the cut :) (directly from my drafts btw)

———— On the roof across from Golden Stinger, standing staring at the skyline, was a woman in a long red pirate coat with flowing rainbow hair.

Holy fucking shit is that The Captain?! He must be seeing things. He must be. The Captain is retired.

The hero looks away and then suddenly she's gone, just like that. So I was seeing things after all. Disappointment blooms in his chest. The Captain was always one of his favorite heroes when he was younger. The world got a lot more dangerous when she retired.

Tubbo remembers when Totem died. The Captain turned in her hero's licence and hung up her hat the very same day. Villains across the world got a hell of a lot more ballsy, and Tubbo had some of the worst few weeks of his life. Absolutely no one took the news of Totem's death well. The rumor mill especially went absolutely wild. Some people had made adamant claims that he had been involved in illegal activity. Every story of his death was different and more exaggerated than the last. Some people speculated that The Captain killed him herself--after all, how was an immortal supposed to die? The years old rumors about them being mother and son sprang up again and only added fuel to the fire.

As it was, however, the hero commission of Essempi kept their lips firmly shut, nothing was ever confirmed.

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“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my city?”

”I'm Vulpes, I’m a junior hero with the hero commission, studying under The Captain; I’m here to help."

Tubbo stopped and stared, mouth hanging open beneath his mask. Then he got angry.

Oh no. No, no, no, the hero commission doesn’t just get to ignore his city and suddenly send in heroes now that shit is going down. They especially don’t get to send in junior heroes, as if 1. Tubbo can’t handle things himself like he’s been doing for almost two years, and 2. An apprentice can do this better than him. As if his villains aren’t powerful enough to warrant an actual goddamn hero. He saw the captain the other night--he knows he did now--but apparently she can’t even be bothered to show up!

”Look kid, I don’t need your help. Tell whoever sent you here to—and I quote—screw off.”

Vulpes frowned. ”Sir, you’re dealing with the Syndicate here, a vigilante can’t take them on on their own.”

Tubbo sucked in a harsh breath to cool the fire that erupted in his chest and it took everything in him not to snap at this kid. It wasn’t his fault, even if he was being a condescending little shit. Is that what they were calling him?! A vigilante?! And how fucking dare these uppity punks come out here and try to tell him who he’s dealing with, like he hasn’t been the only defense against them all this time?! The Syndicate has been here for years, and this is proof that the hero commission hasn’t given a damn the whole time, because L’manberg was already a crime riddled minor city.

Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh, but it wasn’t pleasant. The Piper snorted along with him. Just as he opened his mouth to reluctantly not scream at the kid, The Piper spoke first, with more venom than Tubbo would have used. “Believe me, he’s well aware, and he’s far more capable of ‘dealing with us’ than you ever would be, you snot nosed, kiss ass, audacious little worm.” Tubbo choked on surprise. Siren kept going. “I would turn you into a smear on the pavement," he sneered. As he paced toward the junior hero, the guy scrambled back, eyes going wide. He doesn't even have ear protection! "so like this brat said, scamper back home and tell your bosses that you don’t get to just show up here and try to hero our city.”

Golden Stinger could only watch in shock as the apprentice turned with a blank look and disappeared off over the rooftops. Finally, “was that a compliment Piper?” He snarked, slowly breaking into a grin.

“Fuck off.” ———— They waited in tense silence for a moment, crowded around the computer. One beat, two beats, th-

"...(smth)" Dammit, he didn't know what they were saying! He knew there was a chance this would happen, which was why he was recording, but this really just made it a hassle. All of the sudden, there was flurry of motion beside him and when he looked over, Ranboo had a pencil and was scribbling rapidly. Is he...there's no way he understands them, right? That must be enderian then, how lucky. He tapped him on the shoulder, but the blonde just shushed him. "(smth smth)" Ranboo's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes went slightly wide. He hesitated. What are they saying?! What's happening?! He hurried to pull up google translate, but that probably wouldn't be good enough. Besides, what if they were talking about suspicious black market stuff and google translate thought it was something else because normal people don't talk about that? "Be patient, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⏁⍀⏃⎐⟒⌰⟒⍀."

Then Ranboo stopped completely. "...⋔⍜⋔?"

(Niki is one of Ranboo's friends, runs the Th⟒'⟒nd branch of the syndicate) (they're speaking ender)

—————

"Alright creeper...where are you?"

All was quiet. Tubbo was honestly impressed that the villain was able to stay so silent. Or at least he would be, if it didn't scare the shit out of him. Nothing was more unnerving than the constant sense of danger, the screaming of his fight or flight response and the knowledge of knowing someone was watching him, without knowing where the hell they were.

"Where you least expect me!"

Suddenly, something grabbed him, the thing's momentum slamming him into unforgiving metal. His cry was a half choked gasp as all the air got knocked out of his lungs by what had definitely at least fractured his ribs. Then, before he could recover, he was soaring up, up, up, rapidly getting way too high above the city for his liking.

As soon as he was able to breathe again, he wasn't. The massive talons curled around his torso and midsection began to constrict. He let out a strangled scream as the pressure turned fractured into definite breaks...the Angel may not have been taking his sweet time, but he clearly relished crushing Golden Stinger's ribcage. The crunching of his precious tech at his back was almost more painful than the physical crushing of the hero himself and his fear ramped up tenfold realizing that he didn't have his wings anymore. His scream petered out due to the thinning oxygen. With any luck, he thought dully, he had managed to break the villain's oxygen mask so he couldn't be up here very long either.

Tubbo's ears popped sharply, making him whine in pain. His brain was torn completely between I need to get out of and back to the ground! and Holy fuck that's really high please don't let go please don't let go I'm gonna die!

In conclusion: Tubbo was completely helpless. Checkmate.

The Angel of Death dropped him and Tubbo could feel something pop. He was falling faster than he could process, the stabbing feeling in his ears piercing all the way through his head.

————

He was never meant to get caught in the cross fire. J Schlatt, the mayor of the city, Tubbo’s dad was never meant to get caught in the crossfire. “Dad? Dad- dad no, wake up please. Dad wake up. What are you doing? What are you doing?! Wake up!”

“I’m here- I’m- I’m here, just- h-hang on. I don’t feel to good.”

“Ok. Ok that’s fine. You’re gonna- “ You’re gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be fine. Oh god. Oh god, he had to do this now. He had to do this now before- before- “Dad?" Tubbo voice broke before he could even begin the rest of the sentence. "You know I love you right? You’ve been an amazing dad and I love you more than anything else in the world, dad- “ he was sobbing. He couldn’t help it. His brain wasn't fully processing that this was happening but at the same time he knew, more clearly than he had known anything before, his dad was dying and Tubbo couldn't save him.

The man's breathing was ragged. He seemed to be trying to form words but realizing that it wasn't working. Schlatt’s hands were raised weakly, trying to do something, combing through his hair and Tubbo was crying, forehead pressed to his. You need to know. Please, you need to know. I need to stop this. I can’t stop it. I need to- The hands fell away from his face. “No! No no no no, please-“ there was no more movement, not even blinking. Schlatt’s face was already becoming ashen, at some point all the warmth had faded from his skin. He was smiling.

;;

Someone. Is going. To pay.

————

(Ranbob captures Tubbo and straight up shoots him)

“I told you to stay in the car!” Was the first thing Ranboo expected to hear as he managed to stumble out of the wrecked vehicle, adrenaline drunk grin stretched across his face. The hero would be laughing as he said it, already knowing what was coming next, or he’d be upset at Ranboo for endangering himself, which was equally endearing, of course.

“I did,” they would reply. But they didn’t. As soon as they saw the lifeless body slumped in the chair, the grin fell and he was stumble-running to Golden Stinger’s side.

Ranboo’s mind only barely had the time to register that the person behind the shattered mask of the city’s most beloved hero is Tubbo. His head really hurts and his ears are still ringing from when the airbags deployed—they might have broken some of his bones, who knows? What’s important is that over there, laying on the ground burned and bleeding and motionless is Tubbo. His Tubbo, who is so brilliantly smart, so kind, funny and brave-

-And absolutely cannot be dying right now what do they do?! He didn’t know. He didn’t know and his hands were shaking so badly he would have dropped any tools if he had them. “There is going to be one that makes your hands tremble. There are going to be ones that you can’t save, no matter how good of a surgeon you are.” That’s what his med school teacher had told them once. But that couldn’t be now. Please please—for the love of Prime don’t let it be now, no NO! It can’t! His mind takes too long to catch up, but finally he pulls out his phone, almost dropping it and speed dials Ran. “Ran! I need your help right fucking now! Get your ass over here and bring the totem!” It might be too late. By the time he gets here it might be too late for the totem, it might be too late for the golden apple hidden at Ranboo’s apartment, it might already be too late. In a hurry, Ranboo puts his hand on the hero’s chest. He’s still breathing. They don’t remove their hand.

But there’s something soft looking and strange floating near where the car crashed that makes Ranboo leave Tubbo’s side. They recognized it immediately. There’s nothing in the world that’s like- like whatever that is, and knowing what they and the villains have been chasing after this whole time, Ranboo knows immediately what it is. He reaches the car and it pauses, then begins to float serenely over to him like it knows they're there. It’s…mesmerizing.

It makes nausea roll in his gut and he forces himself to stay in the moment. The Blue can’t seem to decides whether to be a fine mist or a thick, heavy cloud. It stretches out in every direction, but particularly towards Ranboo and somewhere under the car. It’s only on instinct that he doesn’t reach out and touch it, instead, he wanders around to the other side of the car (the Blue following him) and stops. There’s a body. A bloody one. Ranboo knew they must have interrupted someone’s nefarious plot, that someone must have shot Tubbo, but they didn’t think they'd run right into them.

Good.

The person actually looks… familiar…

“Ranboo…” he croaks weakly.

Oh. “Ranbob?” What the hell is doing here?! Since when did he get here?! Was he the one who-

“Help me…☊⍜⎍⌇⟟⋏…” They could help him. He’s mostly crushed, but he’s salvageable if he gets help now. Ran is on his way.

Ranboo examines the area around Ranbob. It appears that the last of the Blue is leaking out of a smashed bottle. Probably best not to touch it. What can he use… Ah, there’s a water bottle in the car. Ranboo dumps the rest of the water out of it and just kinda- holds it out to the Blue floating towards him. They have no idea how to capture it or if that would work, assuming it wouldn’t, but it’s like it all gets sucked into the container once the first bit got inside.

Ok then. Good. Ranboo closes the lid on the bottle just as Ran pops into existence next to him. They don’t let their older brother see their cousin's body, just points adamantly towards Tubbo and wheezes something like, “There, over there, him-“ (the pain is starting to catch up to them) and suddenly they’re beside him in a flurry of purple. Ran let go of his younger brother in order to scoop Tubbo up in his arms, then they were gone again, reappearing in Ranboo’s apartment.

Ranboo had blood on his hands.

#Angel writes #SpiderMan tubbo #SpiderMan au #mcyt #benchtrio #q and a time #Villain sbi #Go Tell the Bees #ao3 writer

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NEW YEAR’S DAY

pairing: reiner braun x female reader

description: new year’s was always about saying goodbye. you knew plenty about goodbye’s, but your perspective would soon change after one fateful new year’s with your ex, reiner.

word count: 4.8k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: not gonna lie to y’all, this one shot came to be when i wrote “one shot based off new year’s day by taylor swift. idc. do it. you’re doing it. idc who tf you write it for you will do it.” in my notes app in the middle of the night then went back to sleep like nothing happened. my brain is weird like that. but reiner is so taylor swift coded. i would know, i’m writing a series inspired by all too well for him. that will be angsty as hell, but this is just something cute for the new year, full of diabolical taylor swift references (and a reference to that one pylades and orestes quote that tumblr eats up so much). happy new year, everyone! <3

tags: @toorubobatea @cowgirlikets @jeanboyjean @femme-lune @erudianokabe @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @awrient @intorder @titlishu @sunaraii @umbrellafulloffrogs @missmadness123 @imissyuuji @blinkingsuns

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you had a rough year, and you were thankful to say goodbye to it. it wasn’t easy, but now that you’re here at the finish line, you wanted to go out with a bang. thankfully, new year’s eve is all about doing exactly that.

your group of friends took turns hosting a new year’s party every year, and as if it were fate, it was your turn now. everyone found that your place was the best to throw a party at. it was spacious enough to hold a large group of people, and most importantly, it was the perfect place to make a mess in. you weren’t a fan of mess, but you’d just have to clean up everyone’s bottles on new year’s day by yourself.

the party planning process was one you took seriously. so meticulous down to the brand of crackers you’d serve on a charcuterie board that the guys would inhale within the blink of an eye. it just had to be perfect, but even if you planned it all so carefully, there was always room for plans to change unexpectedly no matter how much you tried to resist it.

since you couldn’t set up a party by yourself, you enlisted your friends eren, mikasa, and armin to help you. well, you mainly wanted mikasa since she was insanely strong and armin for his brains. all eren wanted to do was eat food he wasn’t supposed to eat just yet.

“hey!” you quickly smack eren’s hand as he tried to reach for a cupcake. “those are for later. you know that.”

“but i’m starving.” eren whined. he was such a child, you thought. sometimes you questioned how mikasa and armin have put up with him since childhood, especially mikasa since she was actually dating the bozo in a man-bun.

“eat something that’s not for the party, please?” you plead with him.

“like what?” he asked.

you opened your fridge, revealing an array of various foods and drinks, most of which were labeled. “anything that doesn’t say “party” on it.”

eren let out a groan as he inspected the fridge. majority of the things inside had the “party” label, but you only did that because you knew something like this would happen. you refused to be short on any of the ingredients you needed, and you surely wouldn’t let eren be the one to cause that disaster.

instantly giving up, eren slammed the fridge door shut and pulled out his phone. “i’m going to get a cheesesteak.”

“oh! get me one—” armin perked up, but couldn’t finish what he was saying as eren was already out the door. “never mind.”

“he should’ve just ate a snickers.” mikasa said as she finished tying up a balloon, letting it out of her grasp and watching it float to the ceiling. “eren’s not eren when he’s hungry, you know.”

“yeah…” armin sighed.

“well, i have stuff to make sandwiches.” you offer.

“i thought those were for the—” armin began to say, quickly shutting his mouth when you showed two packs of deli meat, one labeled “party” and the other with no label at all.

“i really wanted to be prepared.” you say. “eat up, but not too much. someone has to eat the party food.”

“connie and sasha will house it, don’t worry.” mikasa joked.

you then remembered flashbacks to the first time jean threw a party for the friend group. he had clearly underestimated his best friends, and all the food was gone before the halfway point. all of you seriously made note to never be like jean in that instance, but maybe you went a little overboard once it was your turn.

“i don’t even think they can eat this much.” armin said. he had a feeling you did this for a certain blonde, beefy, six foot two reason. “are you expecting a certain someone to come to your party, perhaps?”

oof. he got you good, but you were going to act like you had no idea who he was talking about. “who am i expecting?”

“you’re joking, right?” armin furrowed his eyebrows. “his name starts with an r?”

“…the rock?”

“y/n.” armin facepalmed. you were the worst liar. “there’s a “the” before an r in the rock’s name.”

“i just don’t know who you’re talking about, armin.” you lie again.

“he’s talking about reiner, duh.” mikasa blurted out, always one to be blunt rather than beat around the bush. armin quickly whined mikasa’s name as she wasn’t supposed to say reiner’s name, but she shrugged it off. “we were all thinking it.”

the topic of reiner was an iffy one for you these days. he, bertholdt, and annie joined your friend group at university. reiner developed a crush on you soon after, keeping it a secret for over a year before confessing his feelings. you dated throughout your remaining university days until he was offered a scholarship in london, one that was too good to pass up. you remember begging him at the airport last minute to not go and stay with you instead. you told him that you had a bad feeling about this, but he insisted everything would be fine and that you’d both make it through this.

you battled through long distance, but it didn’t take long before you realized you couldn’t bear to do it any longer. you knew you couldn’t do this for a whole year, and you were more unhappy than anything else. reiner said he had those same feelings, and you both decided to call it quits before you ended up resenting each other. even if it was a mutual, mature breakup, the wounds still stung to this day. oh, how you wished you survived the great war.

of course, reiner came to mind when you planned this party. you remember when he got to host sophomore year and he desperately asked for your help with the preparations, claiming you were the only one organized enough to do it right. you were just friends back then, now that you think about it. you only found out later that reiner just wanted an excuse to spend time with you alone because he liked you so much. now here you were, holding your own party, but without him there for any part of it.

you thought long and hard when it came to your invitations. you wanted to invite him, but you didn’t even know where he lived now. you never bothered to ask bertholdt and annie what he was up to these days. you didn’t want to seem like a stalker or anything, keeping tabs and whatnot. at the very least, it had been long enough that he had to have returned to the states. that is, if he didn’t decide to stay in london and settle down there.

you weren’t sure how to go about this to your friends, but you had to admit the truth to them one way or another. “uh, i didn’t invite him.”

mikasa and armin stared at you in shock, not saying a word. they shared a look—one you didn’t like—before looking back at you, still gobsmacked that you didn’t even try to send him an invite.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you frown.

“you have to invite him!” armin exclaimed. “come on, i can text annie and—”

you reach over and force armin’s phone out of his hand before he can try anything stupid. “no, no, no. you will not.”

“i’m sure he’d love to see you.” mikasa said, keeping as much of a poker face as she could. little did you know, mikasa was keeping tabs for you. she knew everything, down to the fact that reiner had asked annie about you recently when she mentioned your party. the pot had certainly been stirred.

“i just want a nice, peaceful party.” you sigh. “well, as peaceful as it can be with alcohol involved.”

“if you say so…” mikasa pursed her lips.

you had a feeling this party would be far from peaceful, but that would end up being a future you problem.

•••

later on, your party was in full swing. some people were running late, but that was okay. everyone was having a good time so far and you weren’t even close to running out of food. you had truly outdone yourself.

new year’s rockin’ eve played on your tv, some crowding the couch for the sake of watching the performances. connie tried to propose a drinking game where you take a shot every time they showed ryan seacrest on the screen, but you all immediately shut down the idea.

“god, connie. it’s like you’re asking us to die before midnight.” jean scoffed.

“hey, you’re a heavyweight.” connie nudged him. “you’ll be fine.”

“you can’t even hold your liquor, connie.” you sass him. sasha immediately laughed, poking connie as he blushed out of embarrassment, knowing you were right.

“hey, remember when applebee’s had those dollarita’s and you got fucked up after one, even though there was a limit of three?” sasha asked, practically gasping for air from laughing at the memory.

“shut up, sash.” connie crossed his arms.

“jean and marco had to drag you out of the restaurant!” she exclaimed. “man, that was hilar—”

your focus on your friends quickly went away when you heard an all too familiar laugh. you knew exactly who it belonged to, and when you turned around and saw his face, you were right. reiner had actually showed up to your party, even if you didn’t invite him. one way or another, his presence found a way back to you.

he had such a hearty laugh, full of life. one that could bring more saturation to the world in an instant. you almost wanted to cry hearing that sound. whether that would be tears of joy or sadness, you didn’t know. but reiner became exactly what you feared he’d become; a stranger whose laugh you could recognize anywhere.

it pained you to admit that, even in your head. after this all this time, you still loved reiner. you never wanted things to be like this, but that was just the way things go, you knew that, no matter how much it hurt.

you watched as he chatted with bertholdt and annie, as expected given they were his best friends. reiner hadn’t noticed you were staring at him, but he wouldn’t as you quickly turned away and acted like you were still paying attention to what your friends were talking about.

you forced a laugh when you noticed everyone was in a fit of laughter. it seemed like no one noticed your uncharacteristic behavior, but mikasa did. she could always sense when something was wrong.

“hey, y/n.” she spoke up. “falafel.”

falafel was one of you and mikasa’s many code words. in this instance, it related to what one would call “that time of the month”, or shark week, aunt flow, the list goes on. but, mikasa didn’t actually have that issue right now. she just wanted an excuse to scoop you away from the group, preferably closer to a certain someone.

“oh?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “okay, come on.”

you quickly grab mikasa’s hand and walk down the hall towards your bathroom, which was close to your bedroom and would come in handy incase she needed a change of clothes, under the assumption she was actually having some girl problems right now. reiner heard the sound of your voice as you spoke to mikasa, setting his drink down and excusing himself from the current conversation so he could try to have a word with you.

you stood outside the bathroom, guarding the door incase of any weirdos, although that was more of a super extra precaution given you hoped no one would try anything weird. you looked down at your phone as you waited for mikasa, the sound of footsteps coming towards you sending alarms in your head.

“bathroom’s occupied—” you look up and see reiner standing in front of you, as beautiful as the day he left you. was it possible for a man to be so beautiful? you liked to think so, and he was certainly living proof of it. “reiner…”

“hi.” he spoke shyly. reiner should’ve known you’d be guarding the bathroom for someone else, you always did that. now he felt like a creep, but that wasn’t the intention at all. he just really wanted to talk to you.

“hi.” you gulp. “bertholdt and annie dragged you here?”

“yeah.” reiner replied. “sorry to crash your party.”

“it’s fine. i had a feeling.” you shrug. it was no wonder your subconscious thought to be over-prepared when it came to the catering aspect of this party. part of you wanted him to show up anyway, even if an invite never came his way.

“how… how are you?” he asked awkwardly, trying to spark up a longer conversation.

“i’m fine. got a christmas bonus at work.” you say. “you?”

“yeah, fine.” reiner lied. he had been a wreck for months, only just now feeling okay now that you’re standing in front of him.

“are you, uh… back here, or just visiting?” you ask, immediately cursing yourself in your head for asking such a question.

“i got a place with bertholdt, actually.” he said. “i’ve been back for a while.”

oh, so he did come back. at least you could wash away the fear of him settling down in london. the thought of him finding a wife there practically made you sick. how come no one told you he returned? how come he never called you? maybe part of it was your fault, but it’s better to find out later rather than never.

“i wanted to call you, but...” reiner added, answering a question you hadn’t even asked out loud. “i didn’t think you’d answer.”

his words send you into shock as you find yourself choking on air for a second, letting out a few loud coughs before you were back to normal. “man, mikasa’s been in that bathroom for awhile…”

shit, mikasa thought to herself. she had been standing there eavesdropping the whole time, not actually needing the bathroom. at least her ploy turned to be some sort of success. she got you and reiner to speak to each other, after all.

mikasa opened the door and turned off the light, acting as if nothing happened. you raise an eyebrow, wondering if she was okay. “you good?”

“yeah.” mikasa said. “false alarm.”

you shake your head in annoyance, knowing mikasa abused your code word for the sake of getting you alone with reiner. she swiftly walked past you two, brushing shoulders with you as she had a wide grin on her face, proud of her work. you decided now was the time to end this little talk.

“well, it was nice talking to you.” you say before walking away, but reiner stopped you right in your tracks.

“wait!” he called out. you turn around to hear what he has to say. “you look gorgeous, by the way.”

you find yourself blushing. even now, he continued to have that effect on you. “thank you…”

you quickly turn your head so reiner didn’t have to see your ruby red face any longer and walk away so you can return to your friends. not only that, but you totally wanted to scold mikasa right now. you just couldn’t do it without everyone finding out you spoke to reiner without the world ending. but, mikasa spilled what happened anyway before you returned.

“got your new year’s kiss locked and loaded, y/n?” eren teased, giggling with mikasa as they leaned on each other.

“ugh, shut up.” you roll your eyes. “new year’s eve is just an excuse to kiss someone at midnight anyways.”

“well, i think your excuse is standing right there.” eren said, pointing to reiner, who was on his way back to bertholdt and annie.

this was absolute torture. you knew this party would come with messes, but not the baggage kind of mess in the form of your ex boyfriend who you still have feelings for. you just really needed to get through the night without having the urge to jump off a very tall something.

“i need a drink.” you say. it was the only way you could stand this party now.

“don’t drink too much!” armin yelled to you as you walked away. “alcohol makes you sleepy!”

“i’ll be fine!” you yell back in response. but, you would soon live to regret those words.

•••

yeah, armin was right when he said alcohol made you sleepy. you found yourself the next morning in your bed, unsure of how you got there in the first place. you were still in your clothes from the night before, and nothing seemed to be out of place in your room, at least.

you remembered everything from last night up until you went on a drinking rampage. you were hoping you didn’t do anything idiotic, but knowing there was alcohol involved, you probably did.

you imagined your apartment was an absolute mess right now, one that you were given the responsibility of cleaning up on your own. at least, that’s what you assumed until you heard the sound of bottles clashing together.

stupid enough, your first thought was that someone broke in and was currently robbing you. so, you grabbed the baseball bat you kept under your bed and prepared to translate those childhood softball skills into whooping someone’s ass.

you quietly open your bedroom door, taking itty bitty steps down the hall before making your way towards the kitchen. your plan was to hit whoever it was from behind, but you dropped your baseball bat and let it loudly hit the ground when you saw your apartment was mostly clean with the exception of a few areas.

the sound startled your mystery cleaner, which revealed to be the last person you expected. “reiner?”

“shit, you scared me.” he jumped, placing his hand over his chest as he felt his heartbeat, unsure if it sped up from the sudden clang or the sight of your face. it could very well be both, but it was definitely you.

“why are you still here?” you question. “and are you… cleaning?”

“you, uh, fell asleep on the couch.” reiner let out a chuckle. “but then i carried you to your bed and made sure everyone left you alone. i was sure connie and sasha would be tempted to draw on your face again.”

you can’t believe he even remembered that. it was so long ago, back when you were freshman, but that still didn’t explain why reiner was here on new year’s day. “that didn’t answer my question.”

“i couldn’t let you clean this up by yourself.” he said. “it’s the least i can do after you did the same for me when i hosted.”

you do recall staying behind and helping reiner clean his place after his own party. he was completely drunk that night, hoping he could have some of that good ol’ liquid courage to tell you how he felt before midnight, maybe sharing a kiss too. the moment where reiner spilled his guts came long after the clock struck twelve. his words ended up slurred, telling you how he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, even while you were doing a task as simple as picking up trash from the floor.

you remember simply thanking him, assuming he would be too drunk to remember saying that. however, reiner remembered it all too well the next morning, a massive hangover serving as the cherry on top to his sloppy sundae. when he found you in the kitchen making breakfast for him, he just knew he had to properly declare his feelings, with an apology included, of course.

even if you held onto those memories, you found a bitter aftertaste came with them now. you only wished they would become sweet again. “i could’ve handled it.”

“do you remember what you said to me all those years ago?” reiner asked you. “you said it’s not about who you kiss at midnight, it’s about who still stays with you the next morning for the aftermath of the party and begins the new year together with you.”

you cursed yourself for saying those words. you remember telling him that because he regretted not having the chance to kiss you at midnight. how naive you were back then. now here you are, beginning the new year with reiner as he cleaned your apartment.

“i think it’s more about saying goodbye.” you say coldly.

“y/n…” he sighed. “new year’s should be more about saying hello, not saying goodbye.”

“well, i think we know plenty about goodbyes.” you look away, the thought of your breakup coming back to haunt you for the umpteenth time.

reiner set down the trash bag in his hand and walked over to you. you had no choice but to look him in the eye when he ran his fingers through your hair, scratching that one spot that soothed you in an instant. why was he doing this to you? he had to have known you’d fold quickly, simply because it was him standing here in front of you.

“had i known what i know now… i would’ve flown back to you the next day.” and he would’ve. reiner couldn’t stop thinking about what you said once he got on that plane, and he continued to think about it everyday in london. when you expressed how unhappy you were with your long distance relationship, reiner wished he never went away. at the same time, it was for the best. sacrifices have to be made, but you’ll always come back to what you need.

“but look at you now. you got what you wanted, no?” you ask. “probably got a nice job. you’ll be sitting comfy for the rest of your life.”

“it means nothing if you’re not there sitting with me.” reiner said, the words all coming out so desperately, needing you like grass relied on rainfall to survive.

your mind felt hazy and your stomach felt queasy. you weren’t sure if it was the aftermath of all that alcohol, but you could definitely throw up right now, and you needed the bathroom before you end up spilling your guts to reiner, literally.

“excuse me.” you say quickly before rushing to the toilet. reiner stood confused, wondering if he said the wrong thing, but when he heard the sounds of you barfing, he knew you were simply feeling sick.

reiner quickly came to your aid, insisting he hold your hair up for you. you tried to push him away and say no, but you couldn’t say anything else as you vomited once more. this was surely embarrassing, you thought, but it was reiner here. he’s seen plenty of you before.

“i’ll get you some water.” he gently patted your back before leaving, returning not even a minute later with a glass of water.

you take the glass from his hands and drink it slowly, grabbing a tissue to wipe your mouth afterwards. “thank you.”

“you drank a lot last night.” reiner said.

“i know.” you reply. “i drank cause of you.”

“because of me?” he questioned, finding it hard to believe that he was the reason for your current state.

“you should take it as a compliment, actually.” you say sarcastically.

“but why did you drink cause of me?” reiner asked you.

if you said the answer out loud, you didn’t know what you’d do. crying seemed like the most obvious, and the tears threatened to stream down your face already, which reiner immediately noticed, using his thumb to wipe away those droplets. “hey, why are you crying?”

“isn’t it obvious?” you force out a laugh, finding your life was one big joke. “i wish i fought a little harder, reiner. i wish i never threw in the towel. i never wanted you to become a stranger.”

reiner felt the same way, he needed more fighting spirit too. you both lacked it in the end. it just seemed easier to breakup before things got really hard. but relationships aren’t supposed to be easy, there’s bound to be challenges. you both knew that now, but there’s always room to learn from those mistakes. it was easy to say you both had your own regrets about how your relationship ended.

“and i wish i never got on that plane.” he tearfully admitted, caressing your cheek. “how could i ever walk away from that beautiful face?”

your mind flashed back to that new year’s all those years ago. your relationship blossomed from that night, and it all seemed so full circle, sitting here now, on the same day years later. if only things could have stayed the same, you thought.

“you know, y/n…” reiner said. “if i’m being honest, i never stopped loving you, and… i’d love nothing more than to be yours again.”

you almost felt as if your heart completely stopped for a second. you didn’t even know how much you needed to hear those words—let alone want to hear them—until this very moment. you knew you still loved reiner, but to hear him say he felt the very same made you feel like you were floating.

“i never stopped either.” you say. “i’m never gonna love anyone else the way i love you.”

“me too.” he replied.

you gaze into each other’s eyes, both trying to get a glimpse into each other’s minds. thankfully, reiner spewed his thoughts out loud, no longer leaving you wondering. “y/n, i really, really want to kiss you right now.”

“shouldn’t we um…” you began to say, pointing to out where the mess that still needed cleaning was. besides, you couldn’t let him kiss you with any taste of vomit left on your mouth.

“it’s okay.” reiner said. “we have all day.”

“but i—” he immediately cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours. reiner didn’t give a damn, he just needed you desperately. your eyes widen for a second before quickly reciprocating, finding solace in your arms wrapped around each other.

you quickly pull away for a second, saying “we should really clean up though” before kissing him again. reiner did the same, replying with “it can wait a little longer”, then pulling you back in for more, peppering kisses down your neck. it felt so good, so right. while you were tempted to heat things up even more, you had to be logical about all of this. you and reiner had so much lost time to make up for.

“wait.” you say. reiner backed off, waiting for your call. “let’s slow down, please.”

“okay.” he nodded. “that’s okay.”

“i just don’t wanna mess this up again.” you admit. not only did you not want to, you couldn’t. you simply couldn’t lose him for the second time. it would kill you all over again.

reiner agreed, knowing you two couldn’t just jump back into this like the last year never happened. “i don’t either, but i’m not going to let you slip away again. not now, not ever.”

“good, because this is it for me, reiner.” you reply with tears in your eyes. “no more messing up. i want this to be endgame.”

you truly meant every word you said. what you had with reiner was the real thing, he knew that too. he would never make the same mistake again. what comes back to you is meant for you, and if reiner could come back without you having to ask or beg, then this had to be the end of all the endings. you wanted all your midnights to be spent with him.

“we’re gonna do things right this time.” he insisted. “no stupid stuff.”

“it’ll be rotten work, you know.” you say.

“not to me. not if it’s you.” reiner replied. “i want to spend every new year’s day with you from now on.”

a smile crept up on your face. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he said. “only you.”

“okay.” you nod. “let’s start off with this one then. we’ve got bottles to clean up.”

reiner kissed you slowly. when he pulled away, leaving a few more lingering kisses to your lips, he reached for your hand and helped you stand, leading you to the kitchen so you could resume cleanup. you were sure your friends would lose their minds when they find out what happened, but you didn’t care about that right now. all you cared about was being with him.

just like you did for him your sophomore year of university, the roles had reversed, reiner now making you breakfast as you recovered from the night before. and just like back then, even if you were doing such a simple task like picking up trash once more, you were still the most beautiful girl reiner ever laid eyes on, only this time he was finally yours, and he knew now that it was his future wife standing in front of him.

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